The commission idea was mine, but the excellent story is from  vivavulpes

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After planting the small camera above the neon deli sign, War Wolf leapt across a few tenement rooftops, working her way back to Spectra and Vesara at the end of the block. The motion-activated cam linked to her wrist computer would keep an eye on that end of the street for the rest of the night, helping to ensure that no party crashers would creep up on their stakeout. She didn’t expect trouble, but the unexpected had a way of following her around lately. Besides, thoroughness was a necessity, not an option.

A couple rooftops away from where she’d left her fellow heroines, she quickened her pace at the sound of an unfamiliar voice and a short-breathed cry, fearing that someone had gotten through and ambushed them. But as she lit upon the corner rooftop, the “cry” was proven to be laughter and the strange voice…

War Wolf scowled and folded her arms over her chest.

“Vesara, stay here while I handle everything!” Spectra growled in a low, rough, faux-tough voice. She struck a tall, proud, mocking pose. “I am the frown that frowns in the night! Fear the frown, villains!”

War Wolf frowned. She wasn’t sure whether Vesara had a hand in this little joke since the hooded vixen was rolling on the ground apparently about to pass out from laughing.

“No laughing!” Spectra pointed at Vesara, still talking in her “War Wolf” voice. “Only growling! If I crack a smile, that’s the new eighth sign of the apocalypse! Now straighten up and go do your six hundredth perimeter check! Thoroughness is a necessity, not an option!”

“Sta-ah-ahhp!” Vesara squeaked out between bouts of laughter, trying to gain her breath.

“No questioning the frown! I am the—OWW!” Spectra jumped as the shuriken bounced off her rear and clattered to the rooftop. She turned and saw War Wolf’s suddenly not-so-amusing frown. She rubbed her stinging butt. “What the hell?!”

“Oh, relax,” War Wolf replied, picking up the shuriken and breezing past her while Vesara continued to laugh maniacally at the turn of events. “I barely put any force behind it, you’re not even pricked.”

Spectra hmphed and touched the impact point on her rear to ensure she wasn’t bleeding. “Can’t take a joke.”

“I can take a joke. I can even make a joke. Want to see my impression of you?” War Wolf took a zip-tie from her belt compartment and wrapped it around her own wrists, zipping it tight with her teeth. She balled up her bound hands and put a forlorn look on her face. “Help me, War Wolf! I was screwing around on stakeout and got caught for the fifteenth time!”

Vesara burst out laughing, tears streaming down her face.

It was Spectra’s turn to frown. “Oh, yeah, that’s cute. Who rescued you from Hatcher, eh? Well…I mean the second time, after you rescued me from…forget it, point is you can’t take a joke. And how do you plan on getting out of that zip-tie, boss lady?” Spectra smirked and summoned a steelight blade, holding it out of her partner’s reach. “Think I might let you sit around like that for a while.”

“I’ll use that,” War Wolf said, glancing down at Spectra’s feet. The lioness looked down at nothing and while her attention was momentarily diverted, War Wolf thrust her hands so the steelight blade slid between her wrists and yanked upwards, cutting the zip-tie. “Or just that. Thanks.”

Spectra scowled and let the blade dissipate. “Watch your ass, because I’m tagging it with a steelight shard before the night’s out.”

Vesara pulled herself up onto an air conditioner unit, gasping as she slowly recovered from her laughing fit. “Best…stakeout…ever…”

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Art by  bluwolf0
War Wolf and Spectra belong to  vivavulpes
Vesara belongs to me  gamegod210