Story by  holmgren13
Bae Bunny/RabbitFoot  baebunny
Buck  wilkfiadh


Watchdog 3 Chapter One: Destruction http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7279678/

Watchdog 3 Chapter Two: Black Squirrel Data Log http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7279699/

Watchdog 3 Chapter Three: White Squirrel Data Log http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7283301/

Watchdog 3 Chapter Four: Buck Date Log http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7287651/

Watchdog 3 Chapter Five: Hawkeye Date Log 30 minutes later http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7287670/

Watchdog 3 Chapter Six: RabbitFoot Data Log http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7390095/

Watchdog 3 Chapter Seven: Meeting of Heroes http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7390103/

Watchdog 3 Chapter Eight: Clash of Good and Evil http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7390114/

Watchdog 3 Chapter Nine: A Final Battle http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7434332/

Watchdog 3 Chapter Ten: Aftermath http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7434349/


RabbitFoot Diary~
 
            ~Dear Diary <3  You would not BELIEVE the day I just had. D: ~
 
 
            Bae had been in and out of his limo all day, changing outfits between each ride to make sure the no one saw him in the same outfit on accident. First it was breakfast with his director, then a morning meeting with his modeling supervisor to talk about a possible new client, lunch with the head of the business that pays his taylor, a quick shower, post a new blog AND a vlog, try on some possible new lines of product for a few photos, dinner with mum, and back home again. Of course when he gets home, his REAL work is just starting.
 
            "Mr. Flowers, sir?" It was never a finished day without speaking to the body guard and personal assistant, Jacobs. The panther had, if anything, bulked up more since his chance encounter with the Watchdog, and since then he had always double checked every piece of new security equipment before making his rounds. "Mr. Flowers, I have your schedule for tomorrow printed up and on your desk sir."
 
            "Aww, won't you read it to me, Jacobs? I'm so tired, I just want to take a bath all night." Bae dragged his feet, kicking off his $300 shoes and leaving a trail of clothes behind him all the way to the stairs, which he slowly climbed wearing only a tight red pair of undies and half of a sock, which seemed stuck as the bunny tried hopping up the stairs on one foot.
 
            "I would, sir, and will if you require. However, your personal line has been ringing all day."
 
            "What!?  You didn't answer it!?"  Bae stumbled and finally just sat down and tossed the sock down the stairs.
 
            "I was under instruction to leave your personal line alone sir. I took note of the re-calling number and left it on your schedule in red ink on the top. You can call from your bath if you'd like."
 
            "Duuuuuuh, Jacobs. Just... well, make ice-cream about twenty minutes late. I might be in the tub for a while. And buzz me if you need, i don't want anyone upstairs while I'm on the phone." 
           
            Jacobs bowed gently from the bottom of the stairs, Bae's clothes draped over one of his arms. This was always the life of being Bae's personal assistant, and sometimes Jacobs wouldn't trade the job for any other in the world. Of course, he was the best at his job. Better that he read his boss's intentions and needs without him ever needing to say a thing. He'd keep Bae's secret, even from Bae himself. The panther tucked his employer's clothes away in the laundry room, and as soon as he heard the water from the tub stop filling, he connected his headset to Bae's private line, listening in to the conversation.
 
            Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring click, "This is Buck."
 
            "Buuuuck, why can't you get a better ring tone like some Lady Gaga or something?"
 
            "Bae!? Why haven't you been answering your phone, I've been trying to get a hold of you!"
 
            "Hey hey, no need to yell, gawd... I've been working all day. I don't know about you, Bucky, but some of us have personal lives."
 
            "I DO TO have a personal life!"
 
            "Buuuuckyyyyy.... what do you waaaaant?  I'm in the middle of something."
 
            ".... Do I hear splashing?"
 
            "I'm in the tub."
 
            Buck's side of the line sounded like he had dropped the phone, and scurried to pick it back up. "In the tub!?"
 
            "Yeah, all hot and naked. No you can't have a picture."  Bae giggled and stuck his foot out of the bath to look at his toes, wiggling them. "Buuut since we're on the phone, you wanna tell me what's up?"
 
            "Well, RABBITFOOT, the League needs everyone to head to headquarters, as soon as possible. We have a meeting scheduled for tomorrow night at eleven pm. you HAVE to be there."
 
            "I don't HAVE to do anything, Buckaroo. Not with THAT tone anyways. Look, if Watchy wants me he can give me a call or something. I told him I can't just zoom on down any time you guys wanna have a little get together, and he said he understood. Just email Jacobs the minutes in a file reading 'For Bae Flowers only' and he won't read it. It's that simple..."
 
            "Bae, Watchdog isn't here. He's the reason we need to have this meeting."
 
            "Gaaaaaawd! Well why are we having a meeting if he's not there?"
 
            "BECAUSE! RabbitFoot, Watchdog has been terrorizing the city. He's been spotted by police and gangs and heroes alike causing havoc!" 
 
"...Come again?" Bae looked worried for a moment, and then just scoffed. "What, did he turn a new leaf? You ever think that maybe this is part of his plan?"
 
            "Grr!  Please hold!" Buck typed at his computer, the clicking heard easily on the other end of the phone. As Bae looked up at the ceiling of his bathroom annoyed, Jacobs was making small notes in a pocketbook. "Okay, Bae, check your email."
 
            "I said i'm in the bath!"
 
            "You're Bae Flowers, i'm more than sure you have a computer in your bathroom."
 
            "....Dammit." Bae reached from his tub over to his waterproof keyboard, quickly scanning over his new emails until he found Buck's and opened it.
 
             Jacobs was watching Bae's screen as well from his laptop, and he saw the picture and video files load. Both of their jaws dropped at what they saw. The picture was of Hawkeye beaten and a mess being bandaged up on Buck's bed, and the video showed a couple of cops inside of a bank. The video was jumpy, but it was obvious that Watchdog walked in and took out the two officers before taking one of their guns and shooting out the cameras one by one.
 
            Bae gulped and looked over the schedule he had for tomorrow, which was booked through the night. He cursed under his breath. "Buck, hold on just a second."  He hopped out of the tub and carefully made his way to the intercom, his body dripping wet. "Jacobs? I need to talk about my schedule tomorrow."
 
            Jacobs was making quick notes in his pocketbook but leaned on the intercom. "I'm sorry, me as well sir. It seems you've had some last minute cancelations. You should have the full evening free after eight pm, sir. I'm sure I can lock up the house so you can have some alone time here without any disruptions."
 
            "....Wow, really? So... I can be all alone, and no one will know I'm here?"
 
            "Well, I'm sure people will know you're here, sir, but I'll make sure you're not bothered until the morning."
 
            "Oh. Well, never mind Jacobs, and thank you. I think i'll do that. I'll watch... How I Met Your Mother or something."
 
            "Very good sir." Keeping an eye on his laptop screen and his ear on Bae's phone line, the assistant began emailing and texting people around the state canceling Bae's appointments due to illness and then his doctor to arrange the proper documentations.
 
            Bae slipped back into the tub, picking up the phone where Buck was tapping impatiently. "Hey, Bucky, I'm in. I can run there in about an hour, I'll be there around ten, meeting at eleven."