Complaint Department

6:50 AM

A digital alarm clock starts blaring, BEEPing sound bounces off the wall of a dimly lit quarter. Not even three BEEPs have passed before a dark, strong and feminine hand swatted it to stop. A lithe, muscular form of a woman shifted under a light colourful quilt. The outline in the dark already indicated strength and grace, enough muscle to feel threatening, but not enough to restrict movement. The figure rose from the simple bed and shook off the quilt, the cover was adorned with some tribal marking. The woman then moved across the room, not bothering to dress from sleeping in the nude. She moved on to start her morning workout, typical stuff, pushups, pullups, some weights.

7:18 AM

The woman moved on from her workout to a small bathroom and stepped into a shower, washing off the sweat of her morning workout, groaning pleasantly as her body felt the strain of the workout mix with the warm water flowing over her. She made sure to scrub her body off as well as her short ashen hair. Drying off, she didn’t even bother to wrap herself in a towel. She moved to prepare and eat a simple breakfast, taking time to go through last night's papers reading through them.

7:55 AM

It was time to move, she took simple white pants and pulled them on, combined with a black tank top, holding simple red underwear.

8:00 AM

Doomfist didn’t enjoy mornings but she was too proud to complain about it, especially since her work in the service of her master was what all her pride is based on. While Bob won control over Doomfist and Talon fair and square in Doomfist’s eyes, he still allowed Doomfist to stay in charge of the organisation in his stead. And now, Doomfist took her position in the middle of administrative room, the screens coming to life and moved into position as she began to work on redirecting and ordering Talon’s assets around without arousing too much suspicion from the members organisation or anyone outside of it about what change it is undergoing.

10:25 AM

Work was going well, matter of fact Doomfist was practically done for the day, but she still looked over everything. Then a feeling crept off of her, a mix of anxiety and annoyance, more on the latter side. Her eyebrow twitched and almost as if on que the door opened and a sea of high pitched screaming entered the room. Doomfist closed her eyes and exhaled before cleaning up her work and turning around to see her visitor, by now she knew that the pool of possible intruders was small considering the limited access privilege to the administrative wing.

“Doomfist! I can’t believe you won’t do anything about all of this! You can’t just let this low rank grunt order everyone around!” Screamed the short, petite woman, her skin much lighter than Doomfist’s, but not completely white. Still most of the skin was hidden under a black trenchcoat, who’s hood was pulled over her head, hiding the face.

Doomfist cleared her throat and spoke slowly but drowned out the shouting easily with her commanding voice. “Reyes, stop screeching, you don’t want to give me a headache.” She stated bluntly

“W-w-wait what!” Reaper stuttered, her shouting died down a little, and started mumbling under her nose. She reached under the collar of her trench coat, fumbling a little before clearing her throat. “Now as I was saying!” She spoke with a modulated deep voice iconic to Reaper.”Why don’t you just kill that scoundrel?”

Throughout this, Doomfist rolled her eyes and sighed before finally speaking up. “You know very well, Reyes, that master Bob won fair and square and I am proud to have lost to him.” An unwilling smile crept onto Doomfist’s face.

“BULLSHIT!” Reaper exploded into another tirade, the deep modulated voice contrasted with her small form, head and a half shorter than Doomfist’s at least flailing her arms as Reaper ranted.

10:32 AM

Doomfist silently endured Reaper’s ranting and just as she was about to brace for another round, Reaper’s shouting died down and Doomfist could get a word in. “Is that all?”

Reaper slumped, stomped her foot on the floor dejected. “Yes…” She turned around and started to walk out and stopped just before the door and sighed. “...actually there's one more thing um… I need a favor, um, some help actually….” Reaper turned around and pulled her hood down.

Doomfist **** herself to hold back a chuckle, which proved to be harder than she thought. Before her stood Reaper her cute face framed in a mess of light gray hair, going in every direction.

“Were you… were you struck by lightning?” Doomfist couldn’t resist a jab.

“No! Are you an idiot!?” Came back the high pitched voice as the modulator came off with the hood. “It's not that, just after the procedure I can’t make my braids again! Moira must have screwed something up!”

“Oh… And do you expect me to ask Moira to fix that?”

“No, um..” Reaper looked away and blushed a little. “Could you maybe help me making them?”

Doomfist breathed in and out before circling around Reaper and stopping behind her, she then grabbed Reaper and led the smaller woman towards a stool forcefully and sat her on it. “Hey what are you doing!” Protested Reaper and struggled a little. Even though much smaller compared to Doomfist she still put up a little fight.

“Helping you out, now sit still.” Doomfist replied sternly. Reaper yelped, wanting to protest but Doomfist retrieved a brush and a comb and started to work on Reaper’s hair. “You know, this is administrations, not a beauty or complaint department.” Doomfist said, finally releasing one of the pent up chuckles, getting an angry growl in a response as Reaper squeezed her knees with her hands.

“Shut up, idiot.” Reaper couldn’t take it and retorted.

And like that, Doomfist’s morning routine got updated.

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A/N: I used this chapter to fix the lacking characterisation for both Reaper and Doomfist, I think especially the latter was quickly skipped over while developing the story.