As Quiet As A Mouse (Junkrat x Reader)
3rd Person Pov.
It was a rather sloppy move that got our favorite junkers into this situation. Should have used better disguises while checking in to some shady motel in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. Oops. So WHAT they are in some maximum prison? Being kept in a some solitary confinement shit apart from each other till the death sentence. Well, that hasn't been confirmed yet. Few suits tried to strike some deal about 'Oh pleading to insanity' or- or 'We can help you if you help us'. Bah. Suits are just that, suits.
Junkrat's Pov.
"One more.... visitor." The guard snarled while opening the steel door that was thicker than Roadie, pokin my sides with his gun. "Oi, rather rude to be pointin that around." I giggle. The guard- Jackson- said nothing, just jabbing harder down the heavily guarded interrogation room. "If its 'nother suit, imma kill ya all." the threat is either ignored or not heard.
One of the twenty guards protecting the room opened the door before shoving me inside. "Cunts." I hiss. Inside is Roadhog in some special made cuffs to fit him, or for him to not break them. Tomato tomahto. On the other side of table is a sheila with a journal. Random doodles litter the cover, most being dicks or cats. Some of the dicks having cowboy hats on them with "Yeehaw" in a speech bubble.
Sitting down next to my dearest partner in crime, raising an eyebrow, waiting for the next bitch to start spewing some shit about how horrid we acted. Instead. she looked up with tired eyes, one a cold, calculating blue and the other a curious green. She slowly slid the dick journal across the table with a muffled scccrip. The paper in red color pencil read.
'Ok so this isn't some shitty offer. We just want you two to join our 'organization'. Its pretty much either join us, rot here forever, or death. You choose.'
"Well someone 'ere is a little ray of sunshine. 'Sides, we don't do any organizations." Flashing a hate filled smirk. The journal was thrown back the the woman, hitting her in the chest. She only smiled again, picking the journal back up to scribble more offers in. She ripped out the piece of paper out of the journal and patted it in front of me like i'm some simple dingo.
'Alright. We cant force you guys to do anything. Just saying- this is a get out of jail free card. Three meals a day, medical coverage, roof over heads. we KNOW about you both. we know how to protect you so you are no longer on the run. But whatever. Plus in this job you can keep doing what you do best, blowing everything sky high. But I get it. Not into this organization shit. Toodles.'
Roadie grunted as he read over the paper, glancing at me and back at the sheila. "We'll do it." he huffed out angrily through his mask. Even the guards had SOME brain to know not to take off the mask. The woman froze, hand on the door handle, a small grin tuggin at the corner of her lips. She slowly wrote in the journal.
'Welcome to the club then. Play along until we get outside and then we will be home free.'
"Wait wot?" I tilted my head in confusion. How exactly are WE going to casually walk out of here? She only grabbed something from her pocket and opened the door. Holding the small leather lookin thing in between her teeth, she wrote again in her journal. Showing it to the guard who instantly paled after reading. He nodded violently, hefting his gun and sprinting down the hall. She only looked at us before following the guard. Slipping another piece of paper backwards without looking to me, I grabbed it quickly like someone is gonna take it away.
'Call me Whisper.'