Animated Detective (open)

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You ever heard of 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit'? That's right, you're favorite adult animated people did exist, video game, comic books and more. They all exist in our world, that's how they're put into mediums. You think some animator is going to be slaving away over a drawing board putting the lines into someone's hair every single panel? No. They get that character to pose for photos and they're the ones printed.

Characters like Lara Croft, Scarlett from Gi Joe, Siege Operators, yep. It was common in Hollywood to see Lara Croft venturing out and being followed by a large group of fawning fans. Or go to a private club and see Jessica Rabbit on stage singing. Some of them are, or were, my clients.

While they do exist in our world, they're not treated as real people. Toonies, they're called, even if they're realistic in design. They must possess special identification cards to get anywhere because they're technically considered property of that animation or company. Because people look down upon them for not being human, the police often do not show up if there was a crime committed against them.

That's where I come in.

The name is Han Braun, private detective of the Braun Investigation. I inherited the agency when my father died ten years ago. He was very sympathetic to the Toonies. They would ask him to track down blackmailers. Lost loves. All that jazz. Growing up, it was common to see Toonies in the office below our apartment. However, I wasn't into being a detective until my father's last couple of years. His health began to decline from a then undiagnosed lung cancer. With him being largely sidelined it became my responsibility to take up the slack. Father had many connections with the Toonies. They respected him. So it was a serious loss when my father died. So much so that more Toonies were at the funeral than real people.

Now it was my turn. I sat behind my cluttered office desk, puffing on a cigar. A bottle of Jack Daniels was beside me. Long day. Cracked the case of who was trying to blackmail Lara Croft for the umpteenth time. Fans...most of them were decent people who looked up to Lara as a figure. Others looked at her as a sex object. Shame. Poured myself two fingers of Daniels, placed the lit cigar onto the ashtray. One hand removed the black tie around my neck and cast it aside onto my raincoat. Lara was suppose to pay by the morning. With the amount I put into this one, I would be peeved if she decided not to.

The air was still, cigar smoke and scent lingered. The only noise was the gentle groan of the wood under the weight of me and the desk. It was quiet, peaceful. A good way to end the day.

Or, so I thought...

(This story is one for a talented female writer. Characters are strictlyadult. Can be established adult characters or original characters. The story can be fast and loose or so and serious. I don't do rape, scat, incest, ageplay, BDSM, or sick stuff.)

 

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Taking a drag and then putting the cigar on the edge of the porcelain ashtray, I let the smoke out slowly, the blood coursed through me hot. I was feeling warm all over. A stack of mail was beside me. Some of it must be the fees I'm owed. Indeed it was. Simple cases, like finding out who was framing Power Girl by posing as her online. That was a laughable case. Some joker thought he could hide behind a simple VPN, but he left clues in every online post he made that was like a bread crumb trail that led right to his house. He was found, exposed, and put away for fraud and blackmail. Power Girl that was happy to be rid of the pest that she not only paid the fee but she said she was willing to go much further than that, if you catch the meaning. Perhaps later, I said.

 

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There was another case that of a woman named Jill Valentine. She was a police officer turned model/movie star. She was being harassed by a bitter ex-boyfriend who threatened to leak photos of her in, ahem, 'compromising positions'. He said he would leak the photos to everyone if she didn't pay him every month. She agreed to do so only to buy time for me to go to work.

She was paying $10,000 to keep it quiet. Then he asked for $20,000. Valentine reached her limit and called me. I took the case and soon tracked down this guy, Leon, another Toonie, to a small island in the Pacific. One night he got rip roaring drunk, a habit of his, and passed out. That's where I snuck in and looted the place. The photos were saved up on a zip-drive in a shoebox under his bed. Not only did I find that one, but I also found zip-drives for other women he was blackmailing, Rebecca Chambers, Claire Redfield, and Ada Wong. I took all of them and searched the place, and his computer/cellphone to ensure that was everything. It was. Oh, and as a parting gift, I purged his computer and deleted most of his accounts.

I was in and out without being noticed and back in the States. When I turned over the photos to the women, all of whom admitted they were being blackmailed for a total of $50,000 a month! They then refused any more money. When Leon threatened to release the photos, they called his bluff. He was then taken to court and they won by default because he failed to show up. So there's now a multi-million suit over his head, which is why he's not in the States anymore.

 

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Sitting at the desk and letting the cigar smoke roll up to the ceiling, I was feeling rather uneasy. Things were slow. That was both good and bad. Bad because, no one in need means no money for me. And that for the same reason why it was good, the Toonies weren't being persecuted. Still, I yearned for the thrill of being younger, when my father was alive and he would take me onto the cases. I got to feel useful when he allowed me to take photographs and dust for fingerprints. The best part was meeting these Toonies and seeing what they were like when not on the screen.

Most of them were good people. Most. Not all. Sitting back in my chair and letting the smoke out of my lungs, I felt an uneasy feeling rolling up my spine that made my hair stand on end. I wasn't alone. "You can come in" I said softly. That gnawing feeling was justified. From the back window a figure rolled in clad in black that entered without a sound then carefully walked forward into the dull light of the lamp on my desk.

"Hey there" said a soft, affectionate voice. "Busy day?" leaning forward and placing both black gloved hands onto my desk, the face pressed forward into the light to reveal the culprit, a fair skinned woman with ponytailed white hair with bangs, a thin, black framed domino mask around her soft eyes, and a fine body wrapped in a black suit.

One of my informants, Black Cat. A woman of the night. Not a prostitute. She was a thief. A good one. She was not a villain. Black Cat loved to steal for the thrill and also to go after those that wronged people. A lot like me, just with a better body.

"Not really" I replied to her with a smile. "Just a typical day."

Pursing her lips, Black Cat walked around the desk towards me, the tip of her left index finger tracing around the edge of the desk. "Aww. Poor baby" she whispered. "Perhaps I have something that will brighten things up for you."