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A Disclaimer From Your Friendly Neighborhood Oracle:
The following is a transcript of Patrol Communications Audio written by state of the art transcription technology, IRIS (Interpretation of Recorded Intelligence Software). IRIS was created to provide easily searchable records, automatically, and eliminate the need to transcribe each patrol audio log manually. That being said, IRIS is still experimental, and may not always be entirely accurate.
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(01:25) Red Hood: (Mild static) (Out of breath, slurred) You motherfuckers. Put some fuckin-Batman: (Shaking) Red Hood-
Red Hood: Shut up. Put some fucking respect. On my name. Start fucking copying me. I just got thrown fucking. Um. 40 feet. Into a fucking uh. What's it. Ditch. I'm still fucking conscious.
Batman: Red Hood, do not move, we're en route-
Red Hood: What'll I win if I stand up.
Batman: (Loud) Do not stand up.
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The Bryce Fury Fumble by TheFabledSon
Fandom Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Heated Rivalry (TV)
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Montreal comes into Ottawa looking for blood.
They get a rookie with a mouth on him instead.
It’s supposed to be just another tight, physical game against the Voyageurs. Hard checks, ugly chirps, Rozanov bleeding a little for dramatic effect, the usual. Shane thinks he’s prepared. Ilya is, as always, one mildly illegal hit away from throwing hands. Bood is having the time of his life.
No one, however, is prepared for Luca Haas.
Nineteen. Polite. Painfully earnest. Carries art supplies in his backpack. Has never had an on-ice fight.
Until he does.
A story about rivalry, locker room insanity, rookie feral awakenings, and the exact moment Ottawa realizes their baby has teeth.
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27 Apr 2026
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“What, did someone stick you in a microwave?”
There’s a few seconds of quiet before Daniel seems to register his words, though he doesn’t pull away from the touch the way he usually would. “Yes. Clearly. I was cold, so I thought I’d try out the defrosting button on the microwave.”
The sarcasm falls flat, and Merritt takes the opportunity to be annoying about it. “Well, did it help? Because if it didn’t, I’d say you have a solid fever.”
Daniel sighs, moving back and seemingly remembering Merritt’s hand is still touching his face — and he reaches up to swat him away, missing Merritt by an inch. “I’m not sick. It’s fine, the house is just… cold. Nothing more.”
“Sure,” Merritt agrees easily, “that’s definitely a more likely conclusion than your crappy immune system failing you again.”
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Daniel steals a sweater, is definitely not ill, and feels bad about practically everything up to and including every single decision he's made in the past three months. Merritt's here to be... helpful, for once.
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01 Apr 2026
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“Here’s the deal,” Atlas says, voice clipped and short, stuffing his wallet back into a pocket to let an off-white envelope appear in his palm. “You’ve been robbing people at my show — it’s bad for my reputation. Frankly, I shouldn’t even be talking to you, and the only reason that I am is because I know telling you to stop would only make you double down and do it even more.”
“You don’t know that,” Bosco says determinedly, and Charlie can’t stop the grin on his face as he turns to look at him. Bosco’s always contrarian solely for the sake of it, determined to disagree only because he can, and it would appear that not even meeting one of their biggest idols could stop him. “We could totally still be rational people.”
“You pick pockets at pop-up magic shows,” Atlas says derisively, “you’re not rational people in the slightest. I know you’re getting a pretty good score, and me asking you to stop while offering no incentive is practically useless. So, here — I’m paying you to quit robbing my audience. Now, begone.”
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After the Horsemen break up, J. Daniel Atlas isn't doing very well — until three kids keep robbing his audience. Somehow, they grow on him.
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01 Apr 2026