#“Why was Cass there?” you may ask. Well. I am of the mind that it would have been so cool if she had come with Tim in looking for Bruce

[lunewolf13]

Spilling Tea Part 7 (final):

All the Robins (minus Jason, who left early) are sitting criss-cross applesauce on a plush carpet, summoned by Dick Grayson to play "truth or dare but without a dare and you can choose what to spill."

Dick: Tim, you're the only one left.

Duke: The best for last, as they say.

Steph: Yes Tim, please share us your most recent shenanigans.

Tim: Well, this wasn't recent per se. This actually happened while I was hunting for clues all around the world.

Steph: You already told us about the spleen thing.

Tim: Yes, but did I tell you about the piña coladas?

Steph: The what?

Tim: So me, Cass, and my team of assassins all walk into a bar.

Dick: Tim, you're not legally allowed to drink. Then, or now.

Tim, who is currently 19 years old: They didn't check our fake IDs, if that makes you feel better.

Dick: It really doesn't.

Tim: Anyway, we go to this bar. Live it up. Celebrate. I think it was a holiday. I order a piña colada. It tastes good, so I order another one. Next thing I know, I wake up in a dumpster in Argentina. Mind you, the bar was in Cuba.

Duke: Dude...how much did you drink?

Tim: I dunno. I stopped counting after six.

Dick: Six??

Steph: Why didn't Cass tell me this lore?!

Dick: Why did Cass let you drink? Wait, did she drink too??

Tim: No. She went back to our hotel early. That's not all that happened though. I wake up in a dumpster, with the access codes and schematics of France's in my pocket.

Dick:

Steph:

Duke:

Damian:

Dick: Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne!

[glitter-stained]

Learning the Beck Columns with Cassandra Cain

This is Cassandra (but you can call her Cass).

Due to her traumatic past, Cass has learnt a lot of lessons that were not necessarily true or appropriate, and now that she is a safer place with a support system, these thoughts follow her. These types of thoughts are divided in three categories:

-thoughts on herself : "I'm a dirty tainted murderer"

-thoughts on the world: "everywhere is grim and terrible and people are awful"

-thoughts on the future: "I am never going to be able to make a difference in the badness of the world or absolve me of my sins and the mission I have dedicated my life to is doomed from the start."

These thoughts are called automatic, because they happen automatically as a reaction to situations, and dysfunctional, because they constitute a grim analysis of reality and thus largely contribute to Cassandra's depression.

In order to combat the dysfunctional thoughts, Cass is going to summon a bunch of people in her mind.

First we have Oracle. With her analytical mind and dystopian surveillance system, Oracle is going to identify the context in which the dysfunctional thought happened and which specific situation triggered it. Cass is going to write this in the first column of a chart.

Then, David Cain is going to repeat the dysfunctional thought. Cass is going to write this in the second column of the chart.

Then, we have Batman, the Prosecution. With his self-flagellation complex and thought process very similar to Cass, he is going to make a list of all the arguments in favour of the dysfunctional thoughts, that is to say all the things that could lead her to believe that the thought is true and correct. Cass is going to write that into a third column.

Thankfully, Steph comes in clutch as the Defense Attorney! She doesn't let Batman intimidate her and is going to list the arguments that invalidate the dysfunctional thoughts. Cass in going to write those down in a fourth column.

Finally, Cass is going to, basing herself on everything written in the columns, formulate a different interpretation of the situations that doesn't make her feel bad about herself, the world or the future. She's going to write this alternative thought in the last column of the chart.

Let's try this with an example!

Situation (Oracle):

Cass failed to rescue a civilian from jumping to their death today.

Automatic Thought(David Cain):

I never manage to save anyone.

Batman :

Well for starters obviously, Cass failed to save the jumper today. Of course there's also the time where Black Mask tortured Steph to death and she couldn't save her. Or the time... [Etc, etc.]

Steph:

Objection, your honour! Cass has saved a lot of people! She has taken down comical numbers of goons without killing any of them to stop them from killing people. And what about the time I was kidnapped and Cass saved me? She also managed to save Lady Shiva after she used her under the influence of the Lazarus Pit to commit daughter-induced suicide. Hell she even saved a death-row convict! [Etc, etc.] Cass may not have saved this person tonight, but she has saved so many people.

Alternative thought (Cass):

I may not be able to save everyone, despite my best effort, but that doesn't mean I haven't managed to do a lot of good and save a lot of people.

These are called Beck's columns, and their efficiency is supported by scientific evidence. Now realistically, would Cass pull up a little notebook everytime she has a bad thought ane ask herself what would Mind! Steph say? Probably not, that's why she always needs near-deaths experiences or being drugged for that kind of character development. But that doesn't mean you can't try to use your own mind theatre to have your personal favs help you defeat dysfunctional thoughts. For example, I like to project on Jason, so he's the one that identifies the situation and repeats my dysfunctional thought, and then I personally like to use Roy Harper as a comically sarcastic defence attorney.

(Tip: using humour also allows you to take some distance from your thoughts, so don't hesitate to do so! Don't listen to the people who tell you it's unhealthy to joke about your trauma, it can be a great tool- you don't have to take your bad thoughts so seriously all the time. Plus, laughter is great for emotional regulation!)

[that-basic-simp]

To The Stars

Star and Stripe x Fem!Reader CW: N/A WC: 1.5k+ A/N: A bit late, but Happy Birthday to Star and Stripe!

"Cass," I sang to her. "Cassie," I sang once more.

"Five more minutes," she grumbled, tucking her face into her pillow as she brought it closer to her.

"Time to get up, love," I said and pressed a kiss to her head.

"Five more minutes," she said.

"Come on, Cass."

She reached up and grabbed my arm, "Y/N L/N."

"Cassie, don't do this," I said.

"Will leave and come back in five minutes."

"Damn it, Cassie," I said, my body moving towards the kitchen.

I heard her giggle as I marched out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. I was free to walk after that. I moved around the kitchen, getting everything ready for her this morning. As I walked past the calendar, I took note of the date. My eyes widened as my mind registered what today was.

"Shit," I whispered.

Once the five minutes was up, I marched back towards the bedroom.

"Cassie, time to wake up."

"Alright," she said and picked her head up, stretching.

I smiled and went in to hug her while her arms were up in the air. She smiled as her arms wrapped around me. As she pulled me towards her, she fell back onto the bed.

"Cassie!"

"Good morning," she smiled, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Morning," I nuzzled into her.

"What time is it?"

"8."

"Oh shit!"

She got up and set me down on the bed.

"What's wrong?"

"I-It's the fourth, isn't it?"

"Yes. July 4th."

"I've got a parade to attend to."

"Oh shit that's right!"

"I completely forgot about it," she rushed into her closet to get her hero costume on. Afterwards, she was in the bathroom.

She came out a few minutes later and had everything on and ready.

"I tried to get the commander to let you come, but he said it's for your own safety."

"I know, I know, Cassie. It's going to be a big parade and with you there, there might be a chance of an attack."

She nodded her head, "I want to spend the day with you, I do. But."

"Cass, you're going to be late. I understand, babe."

"Are you sure? It's not too late to cancel."

"And have the star of America not be there to celebrate her home country? You need to be there. You're our Star. It'll be like All Might not being there to celebrate Japan's national holiday. Whatever that may be."

She smiled, nodding her head, "Thank you, love. I promise, tonight, we will do something."

I nodded and she pecked my lips before heading towards the kitchen.

"Your coffee is on the table, but you might need to put it in a to-go cup."

"On it. Thank you again."

As I was walking towards the kitchen, she came back over to press a sweet, but firm kiss to my lips.

"I love you," she said as she rushed out the door.

"I love you, too. C-Cassie!"

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Please be safe. I'll be watching."

She nodded, "Of course."

The door closed behind her and I headed into the pantry, grabbing a box of cake mix. I put on my red, white, and blue apron and turned on the TV, watching the news as they were covering the upcoming parade. While they were preparing, I was getting things prepared to make the cake for Cassie. Of course her birthday was fitting for her. She was America's number one hero after all. I think it was fate. As I was getting things ready, my phone went off.

"H-Hello?" I asked, trying not to get cake mix on me.

"Hey, Y/N!"

"Oh, hey, mom."

"Are you out with Cassie right now?"

"No. She's got the parade today."

"Oh that's right! She had to be there?"

"Mom, think of who you're talking about."

"Right, right, duh. You're not with her?"

"No. The commander told her against it. It was for my safety."

"Which is probably for the best."

"I know. I wanted to be there, but I am also glad I am not."

"Why's that, dear?"

"Her birthday."

"No way her birthday is the Fourth of July."

"Yep. It is. Fitting as she is our number one hero."

"It really is. Are you doing anything for her?"

"Well, since I don't expect her to be here until maybe this afternoon or possibly early evening, we're just going to be doing something here. I'm making her a cake right now."

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Let me look in the pantry real quick. I want to put some of her favorite gummy candy on it. Shit, I don't have any."

"I can run to the store and get some."

"Thanks, mom. I really appreciate it."

"Of course. I know how much Cassie means to you."

"She means," my eyes wandered to the TV screen where they were interviewing her.

She had a smile on her face, her head held high. A child had gotten past the barrier and the police and guards were running after them. Cassie turned and the camera pointed down, the child hugging onto her leg. She chuckled and picked the child up, placing them on her shoulder.

"Want to say hi to everyone?" Cassie asked to the child.

"Hi, America!" the child waved, smiling.

Cassie smiled back and when the child's parents arrived, she handed them back to their parents. She smiled and waved to the child as they disappeared off camera.

"Hello? Y/N."

"S-Sorry, mom."

"I'll be there in about thirty minutes. Maybe even longer depending on how bad traffic is."

"Thanks, mom.

"You're welcome, Y/N."

I hung up and went back to baking the cake. As I put it in the oven, my mother came over with the gummy candy. She stayed to watch the parade, as they were starting to close off the roads she takes to get here.

The parade started and there was a huge crowd as there were multiple overhead angles. A lot of the footage was of Cassie. It couldn't be helped.

Once the parade was over and people were leaving, my mother and I were finishing the cake. I wasn't going to put on the gummy candy until Cassie got here. I placed the cake in the fridge and my mother said goodbye. I said goodbye to her and about an hour later, Cassie arrived home.

"I'm home, Y/N."

"Welcome home, Cass!" I came up to her, being pulled into her embrace. "Did you have a good parade?"

"Yeah, I did. It was hot, though," she said.

"I can tell," I said, noticing she had changed out of her hero costume and into a tank top and shorts. Even her hair was down.

"Anyway, what did you do while I was gone?"

"Well, my mother came over and we watched the parade together."

"Sounds like fun. Anything else?"

"Nope."

"Alright."

"Now that you're home, want anything to eat? I bet you're hungry."

"A little bit," she said.

"I'll make you anything you want."

"You know what," she said. "How about we go out tonight? I'll take you out somewhere nice."

"Are you sure places are going to be open?"

"Shit, right."

"Yeah."

"I'm good with anything," she said. "Although I do want a nap."

"Ok. You can do that."

"Huh?"

"Yeah. Today is your day. You can do what you want," I smiled.

"O-Ok."

"And if you want," I grabbed her large hand. "I can take a nap with you."

She smiled and picked me up bridal style, carrying me off to our shared bedroom. We weren't planning on the nap being so long to where it was dinner time. Both of us woke up groggy and not that hungry. So we snacked on some small things while we talked about dinner. I ended up making something small for the both of us.

"I have something for you."

"You didn't have to do anything for me."

"I wanted to. Besides, it is your day after all."

"You keep saying that. What do you mean?"

"Close your eyes."

She let out a sigh and closed her eyes. I pulled the cake out from the fridge and placed the gummy candy on. Thankfully my mother bought the candies in the shape of stars. I placed them on accordingly and then the candles, lighting them up before I carried the cake over to her.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you," I sang as Cassie opened up her eyes, a wide smile crawling onto her face. "Happy birthday dear, Cassie. Happy birthday to you."

It was a cake in the shape of the American flag. I placed it in front of her and stood beside her.

"Y/N."

"Happy birthday, Cass," I said, placing a gentle kiss to her lips.

"Thank you, Y/N," she said.

She blew out the candles and we ate some cake together.

"I'm sorry I didn't get you anything," I said.

"You made me the cake. That's more than enough."

"I know, but I wanted to get you something, but it completely slipped my mind."

"Y/N, I forgot today was my birthday until you reminded me."

We both chuckled.

"But I should do something special for you, since you always have to do parades and celebrations on the fourth. You don't have a day where it's special just for you."

"I have you to make it special."

"Aw, Cass."

"Besides, I know the best birthday present you can give me," she said as she stood up, making her way towards me.

"What's that?"

"You," she whispered in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

"You. Me. Bed. Now," she demanded.

"No need to use New Order on me," I chuckled as I stood up.

"Good girl," Cassie said, making me go weak in the knees.

While everyone was celebrating and shooting off fireworks, the entire night, all I saw were stars and experienced my own fireworks.

[whumpasaurus101]

Chapter Ten

Ohhhh the whump in this- there is quite a lot teehee. Enjoy me rising from my hybernation of 2 months!

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The chair let out a quiet groan as Cass readjusted himself in his seat, eyes staring plainly at the table which Martyn sat opposite him. They had stayed like this for a while. Not a single sound. Cass wasn't going to give Martyn  shit. He tried to keep his mind quiet. Keeping himself away from the situation away from his head. His team was going to look at him for what they should do next. But he didn't know. What they could do.

His eyes desperately scanned the room, searching for something- anything he could use as a weapon. Oh, who was he kidding?? They were doomed.

“So, tell me, Cass, why did you lot decide to come in and ruin my soiree?”

Cass clenched his jaw, his eyes still moving. He looked to the guard who stood at the door, rifle in hand held across his chest. Maybe if he caused a distraction he could snatch it and-

Cass yelped out as Martyn slammed his fist against the metal table, the loud sound echoing through the room, cutting crisp through his thoughts, “I asked a goddamn question. All your team has given me silence and I’m really getting tired of this, sweetheart.”

Cass grimaced at the name, shifting once more in his chair as he cautiously studied the man before him. The top half of hair that wasn’t buzzed was swept up neatly into a ponytail.

“Do you use gel in your hair?”

Martyn had to do a double take, his face slightly screwed up in confusion, “I beg your pardon?”

“Your hair, does it have gel in it?” 

“My- I- you what?”

“You said all you was getting was silence, I’m filling that silence.”

Martyn huffed out a sigh of disapproval, “It’s ‘were’, darling, ‘all you were getting’.”

Cass couldn't help but crack a smile, letting out a slight laugh, “I’m tied down to a fucking chair in a goddamn interrogation, I think my grammar is the last of my worries.”

Martyn held back a smile, readjusting his tie as he cleared his throat, “I like my things to be perfect-”

“Yeah yeah, hold up, I am not one of your.. things..” Cass spat in disgust. Martyn hummed in amusement, “Cute of you to think you can make decisions now. I’ve got you, Cass Brady.”

Cass tensed, “H-how- I-”

“I have my sources,” Martyn grinned, crossing his arms with a smirk, “Luckily, before you tried your pathetic attempt to save dear Niko, you gave my men and I just about enough time to go do some… research.”

Cass could feel his stomach drop to the ground. What the hell happened? All the years it had taken Cass to remove everyone's identity from any records so they were untraceable. Welp, apparently not.

“The Outlanders,” Martyn hummed, “A bit… whats the word…. Cliche, no?”

Cass set his jaw, glaring at the captor before him, “I was fifteen when I came up with it.”

“No need to get so defensive!” Martyn smirked, “It's quite cute actually.”

Cass’ fists clenched behind his chair, knotted in a rough rope as he felt anger bubble and burn in his chest, “What do you want?” He demanded.

“I want answers, Cass.”

“Well, good luck with that,” Cass spat, his eyes hardening, “I'm not telling you shit.”

Martyn folded his arms with a hum as he leaned back in his chair, “Oh really? Well, Mr Brady, I have something that just might change your mind.”

Cass’ blood turned cold as he saw the scene unravel before him. The door of the room opened and in walked a guard, dragging in a bloodied and bruised figure. Cass had to swallow down his own bile as he saw the face of the person, Cass.

“You see, in my research, I thought my men had made a mistake mistake with the matching last names- but as we dug deeper I knew a little,,, persuasion from your brother might do the trick!”

“D-d’nt te-tell hi-” Niko rasped, a mixture of blood and sweat dripping from his hair as his head hung low. He didn't have enough energy to lift it. God, if he had learnt one thing, it was that those guards were not as weak as they may seem.

“Let him go!” Casss roared, suddenly thrashing against the restraints.

“There we go, a bit of fire! Now, do tell me, why did you come uninvited to my party?”

“We-we honestly were just plus ones who-”

Cass was cut off by the gut wrenching sound of a fist colliding with skin. He watched in horror as his own brother collapsed to the ground with a cry.

Anger took over Cass, “Let him go.” His voice slightly shook but he didn't give a damn, he blinked furiously as he tried to hold back tears.

You know what you need to do in order to save him.”

“Bullshit!” Cass growled but that only drew another punch towards Niko. “I’m going to murder you, you son of a bitch!” Cass roared.

Martyn stalked closer in a few strides, snatching Cass by the jaw and yanking him so they were face to face, “Listen here you bitch-lipped son of a whore-” Cass flinched, his heart freezing in utter shock as he stared at Martyn- “Every single word that comes out of your mouth that isn't what I want, gets your brother one step further to his own fucking death.”

Cass stared up at Martyn in horror, his mouth slightly opened as his chest heaved with pants. What kind of leader was he- yelling and cursing? The first thing he told his gang was to never make things personal and always remain calm. God- god his brother, he had brought Niko into this goddamn life.

“I-”

Cass took a sharp inhale before letting the breath out, he watched as Martyn lifted a hand, getting the guard to halt.

“There was… a target at your party… a target that we- well… we’ve been looking for for a while now…” Martyn’s eyebrow raised as he crossed his arms, “And this…target, it doesn't happen to be me, no?”

Cass’s eyes blow wide, “No! No not at all! I don't even know who you are!”

A shiver ran up his spine as the room filled with Martyn’s chuckle filled the room- then it dropped to utter silence and his smile fell. In a matter of seconds a hand wrapped around his throat.

“Let me get something clear, Cassius, I really don't like liars. So if someone lies to my face-” His hand tightened and Cass swore he saw stars- “Somebody gets hurt.”

Cass tried to scream as he heard the cry of his brother. Martyn forced his head to look at his brother being beaten relentlessly. But he couldn't make a noise, he couldn't move, He couldn't save his brother. So what use was he to his own team? ---

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Cass x female!reader

Requested over on Ao3! The prompt I got from this generator

You were headed to the Wizard’s place, holding a small bag in your hands. You were going to visit your girlfriend, Cass, as you figured she would be spending all day inside, working. You were going to get her outside for a bit, as you didn’t exactly think it was healthy sitting inside all day at the computer, working and working with little to no breaks. It just worried you is all.

You walked up to the door and knocked, waiting a few moments before Howell opened the door.

“Oh, Y/n, it’s good to see you. I’m guessing you’re here for Cass?”

“I sure am.”

“She’s in her room like usual. Come in.” Howell moved aside to let you in. You walked inside and the door was shut behind you. Without another word, you walked to Cass’ room, knowing where it was as you’ve been here more than enough times. You knocked on her door before you opened it, and as you suspected, she was at her computer, working on something you had no idea about. You walked into her room, closing the door behind you, and went over to her.

“Hey, Cass.” You spoke up as you hugged her from behind, making her jump a bit and look back at you. She calmed down, seeing it was just you.

“Oh hey, Y/n. What’s up?” She then noticed the small bag in your hand, “what’s in the bag?”

“Well I’m glad you asked, because it is…” You let her go from the hug and grabbed a box of sidewalk chalk out of the bag

“…Chalk? Are you serious, Y/n?”

“Yes, I am!”

“What are we, five?” Cass asked you in a teasing manner, turning her chair around to face you.

“Why not? It’s nice outside and I know all you’re planning on doing is staying in here and working all day. That’s not exactly healthy, Cass.”

“But I’ve got to work, Y/n.”

“That may be true, but you’ve got to have some fun too!” You grabbed her hands and pulled her up out of her chair.

“Come on… please, Cass? You asked, still holding her hands. Seeing as there was no point in arguing with you, she sighed softly in defeat and nodded.

“Alright, fine. But next time, I pick what we do for our next date.”

“Deal!” You grabbed the box of chalk in one hand, still holding one of Cass’ hands, the two of you then walked out of her room and outside. Cass took a moment to realize that you were right: it was nice out today. It wasn’t scorching hot, but it wasn’t freezing cold, either. You went over to the sidewalk, which not many people walk down anyways, and sat down. You looked up at Cass before patting the spot beside you with a smile on your face. Cass playfully rolled her eyes and sat down beside you on the sidewalk. You opened up the box of chalk and grabbed (f/c) from the box, while Cass grabbed a light blue. The two of you were pretty quiet as you doodled on the sidewalk. You noticed her working on something that was pretty intricate, making you tilt your head slightly to see what it was.

“Whatcha working on over there, Cass?”

“You’ll see, Y/n.”

“Oh, okay.” Though you were curious to see what it was she was, you went back to your own sidewalk doodles, which wasn’t much, but you didn’t mind, since it was just chalk, but you did draw up some better doodles than others. Besides, you knew not many people were going to see them, and you were having fun with it, that’s all that matters.

You were brought back from your thoughts as you felt a tap on your shoulder, making you look up from your drawing.

“Alright, you can take a look at it.” Pretty much as soon as those words left her mouth, you scoot closer to see what it was she had been working on. In the most prettiest writing you’ve seen from Cass, was your names together, which almost looked like calligraphy the way it was written.

“This is really pretty, Cass!” You looked over at your girlfriend, your eyes practically having stars in them. Cass rubbed the back of her head in slight embarrassment.

“You really think so? I, uh, can do a bit of calligraphy, but I haven’t done it in so long so I’m glad you like it.”

“This is absolutely beautiful, thank you.” Of course you had grabbed your phone from your pocket and took a picture or two.

“I want to remember this, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, uh, not at all.” If it were anyone else, she would’ve minded, but since it’s you, it’s okay.

“I didn’t know you knew how to do calligraphy. Could you maybe teach me a thing or two sometime?”

“Sure, I don’t mind.”

“Sweet!” However, before you could say anything else, you felt a drop of water on your forehead.

“Huh?” You looked up at the sky, feeling a couple more drops of water on your face.

“Rain? I didn’t think it was supposed to rain today.” You grabbed the box of chalk from the ground, placing the ones you had gotten out back into the box.

“Come on, let’s get back inside. We can watch a movie or something.” Cass grabbed your hand and the two of you head back inside before it started pouring down rain. You decided to head back to her room and watch movies on her computer since you didn’t want to be disturbed by her brothers, though you had a feeling she wouldn’t let them.

“Hey, Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“Thanks… for getting me outside, I mean. I know I don’t go out much, but that was actually kind of nice.”

“It’s no problem, Cass, and we can do it again another day! Since I still have the box.”

“Cool. For now, let’s just wait for the rain to stop and watch the movie.”

“Sounds good to me.” You two cuddled up under a nice warm blanket as you watched movies for the rest of the evening, until you got tired, in which you moved to rest in bed, cuddling a bit more before falling asleep.

[caffinedragon]

Thank you for the clarification on the poison thing. There has been a lot of blatant twisting and malicious misinformatuon regarding the game in the last few months so having someone that willing and respectfully clarified that for me is very much appreciated.

But far as i can tell the intial tadpole mind reads when everyone first meets arn't under the control of the player or anyone in the party. The tadpole does it on it's own. After that the player has to choose whether or not to push further.

As for Astarion, due to the fact that most people in Faerun would kill him first and ask questions later just because he is a vampire spawn, I can understand why he does things the way he does.

Logically it is more likely that he would get staked if people found out than have people help him, and the only thing savinf him from being found out right away is because he is walking around in the sun.

He is also trying to stay alive while he is hiding himself, and since his food source is blood exclusivly he doesnt have many options available.

It's still not cool what he does but what other choice did he realisticly have.

And with Minthara, her overall character just isnt all that interesting or meshes well with me personally. I am the type of person to judge you more on how you treat my friends than how you treat me and the clips of the way she treats the others rubs me the wrong way.

There is only so much leeway I can give her in terms of her background because at the end of the day, she is still an adult woman who is in control of her own choices when not under the control of the tadpole. Regardless of her reasoning.

And on a personal note, I also roleplay a lot with the characters i make over using a self insert and out of my main three i plan on running through the game with, only one, would realisticly keep her alive from a psychological standpoint.

My drow ranger Razzikel(current tav i am trying to beat the game with) wouldnt and didnt give her a chance. To him, she is the woman who caged and tortured the man he has been secretly in love with and is his best and closest friend for 200 years and who is gleefully going to raid the grove he once called home to slaughter innocent men, woman, and children who are taking shelter there on top of it. Choosing her life over thiers is a choice he makes without a seconds hesitation.

My Tiefling Eldritch Knight Cass is a soldier through and through. And when the man who eagerly gave shelter to her fellow tieflings in a world that would rather see them dead, she does it on principle. Halsin says these three were the leaders and they needed to be slain so the refugees could continue to travel safely to Baulder's Gate? Alright bet.

R'yleh my Great Old One Warlock Durge however, would most likely keep her alive if only for the information she could have on the master plan he built but cant remember the details of. However, other than ask her questions about her culture to sate his rampid curiosity, he would leave her alone because his eldritch horror heart gets firmly and very willingly stolen by Astarion. And if she did anything that put Astarion or the others in needless danger, she would end up being roasted on a spit for dinner and the leftovers fed to his displacer beasts.

So, as i said before, if the mood strikes i may look up a vid or two to see her romance that way, but as for playing it in my personal game I am happy to skip it.

I have little enough spare time as it is with work, running a house and taking care of a disabled parent. So i am going to play my game the way I most enjoy it. As i am sure you will do the same.

I respect that you enjoy her character as is your right, and i hope that you can respect the fact that I do not, as is mine.

Fans of the same game can love it for different reasons and still enjoy it together. A fact that I have noticed is unfortunately falling to the wayside as of late.

Larian should have had more faith in what they created.

I have two boiling hot takes related to the above, that may get me some hate but oh well.

1. They should have kept thier original design for Wyll.

From the posts i read, he was originally a bitter and angry sort of Anti hero who was resentful of what he had been through and how messed up the world turned out to be.

A sentiment i myself felt after a pretty traumatising year.

This could have led to a journy of Wyll finding out that, despite what he had been through, he could use his talents, experience and story to become a better hero and wiser hero if doing a good run or make him a vicious and ruthless Archduke if running an evil playthrough.

However, a lot of people seemed to not like this original personality for...various reasons...so they scrapped it and we got, what feels like to me anyway, the "damsel in distress" instead.

Considering what he got was put together last minute, it's not bad but...it could have been a whole lot better.

2. Minthara should have stayed as an evil run only character.

Far as i understand it, Minthara was meant to be a character you only got if you were doing an evil run.

It is why the "tent glitch" existed. You weren't meant to have both Halsin and Minthara so the tents would occupy that spot depending on which one was recruited.

But for a variety of reasons, people began to demand a way to get her as a companion without running evil and so Larian changed it.

I personally believe they shouldnt have changed it.

BG3 is supposed to be a dynamic game where depending on dice roles, class choice, and even what race you play will give you a different gaming experience.

It incentivises multiple playthrough's and longer time with the game so the player gets their money's worth out of it unlike a lot of AAA titles that have been coming out.

Keeping Mintharas as evil only gives more of an incentive to play as an evil character, just like the deeper lore you get playing the durge does and it goes along with the more dynamic nature of the game.

And if they wanted her to be available on a good run, there no doubt would have been a mod created at some point to do it.

Not every request by the players has to be accepted.

TLDR: Larian should have had a bit more faith in thier original design and kept Wyll as he originally was and left Minthara for evil players instesd of slap dashing "fixes" at the last second or post release.

[thepaperpanda]

A Fiery Braid || Kyojuro Rengoku x reader

Summary: After Kanao braids your hair, the Flame Hashira wants to try a new hairstyle too.

Warnings: none

Words: 1823

Request: braiding Rengoku's hair.

Authors: Cass & Grizzly

Kyōjurō Rengoku walked around the common room of the Butterfly Estate, waiting for new orders. He had been there for a few hours that felt like an eternity to him; he preferred to remain active rather than sit still. Even so, he wasn't going anywhere; Kyōjurō had one more reason to stay. You were that reason.

You were attractive; your hair was always neatly braided, perfect skin was glowing. Whenever he was close to you, your curious Y/E/C eyes studied his every movement, leading him to assume that you were also a little interested in him. On that day, he saw you again; you had been talking to Kanao.

Kyōjurō was a little shocked when he noticed you and the young girl vanished when he only turned his head around after smelling freshly made onigiri. Young man decided to look after you.

You went to have tea with Kanao. Despite being so quiet, she didn't cause you much trouble. She always wanted to spend time with you.

You sat on a porch, drinking tea made by Aoi. Even though you loved being here, your time was running out. You had almost fully healed your broken ribs, wrist injury, and broken leg as well.

In an attempt to flip the coin, Kanao put away her cup. As it landed on her palm, the girl gave you a soft smile. “So would it be okay if I showed you a new braid I can make? Girls have taught me."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Of course I don't mind. Just let me lose my hair." Saying this, you loosened the ribbons holding your hairstyle together and ran fingers through your hair.

Kanao put away the cups and tray during the meantime. After that, she moved closer to pull your long hair to the back so she could start working.

Little did you know that you were being watched by a pair of Kyōjurō's sharp eyes. You were drinking freshly brewed tea in one of the rooms when he noticed you. Why was he not asked if he wanted a cup as well? Suddenly, Kyōjurō leapt up and peered inside the chamber. "Ladies, good morning. Do you mind if I join you?"

You both stared at him.

Kanao didn't react at all, she was too focused on your hair.

Naturally, you bowed your head as much as you could to show your respect. Both of you were slayers, but let's be honest, you were much lower than Hashira. "Flame Hashira, good morning to you as well. I don't mind it and I am sure Kanao doesn't mind as well."

Kyōjurō Rengoku stepped in slowly, looking around for a free spot.

As he sat down on one of the pillows on the floor, he crossed his legs and watched you. "It is rumored that you are going to leave us soon, Y/N."

You nodded gently so as not to disturb Kanao's work. "My injuries are almost healed. I may be able to leave in a few days. I hope I won't be back here anytime soon... As a patient, I mean."

He whispered quietly, but repeated louder this time, "What a shame it will be that you will no longer be among us."

“I'm not skilled. I just do what I can to keep people safe. But thank you for your kind words. That means a lot." You smiled at him.

While he nodded, he remained in a strange state of thoughtfulness. "Are you planning anything?" He asked.

“It's been a while since I got any orders. If that doesn't change by the end of my treatment, I think I'll visit my own home for a bit," you shrugged a little. You added, "If my crow will bring orders. I think I'll be running after yet another demon."

"So it was your crow who stole my onigiri a few days ago!" He laughed softly.

"Did it have a dark blue sash?" You asked.

Rengoku nodded and touched a pair of chopsticks on the table in front of him to improve their position. "Indeed. Your friend is ill-mannered."

Embarrassed by your crow behavior, you blinked and blushed.

Although you knew that your crow's nature was not so benevolent and that it loved snacks, you didn't expect this.

"Flame Hashira, please forgive me! I had no idea he was so mischievous! I didn't know! I'm so sorry!"

"I could have used a second form on him, but he seemed oddly tame. Watch him next time, Y/N."

"My apologies! I had no idea he could do something like this. I will scold him as soon as possible."

Kanao interrupted your little panic by putting the braid on your shoulder. You looked at it and gasped loudly, it was so beautiful. "Woho! It's perfect, Kanao! Thank you so much, I love it."

The girl smiled and once again flipped her coin. Once it landed back on her palm, she nodded. "I am glad you like it. I will now join others and leave you two alone." Soon, she left the room.

Kyōjurō nodded with a smile on his face. "Your braid is very beautiful, Y/N. It suits you very well."

"Thank you. I braid my hair so they don't bother me while working." You nodded, stroking your hair.

“Isn't it true that a fabulous look always adds some spirit?" He smiled. "I guess Senjuro would like your crow pet."

"Yes, it does! I feel so much more comfortable knowing my hair looks nice and doesn't bother me," You nodded. "You mean your younger brother, right? I don't think he would like my crow since he loves to steal food."

"My little brother is almost as optimistic as I am so I am certain he would easily notice the positive aspects of the pet crow you have."

"Maybe," you replied. The crows belonging to other slayers seem calm and polite, but this one is really mischievous."

"I think it depends on the crow's personality. They're a lot like humans."

"Unfortunately I got hungry and rude." You sighed deeply, playing with your braid.

"You can always train him," Kyōjurō said as he looked at you. "I like your braid a lot. Could you please make me one?"

The blinked, completely overshadowed his question. "I-I… Sure. Your hair is long enough to make a decent braid. It won't be as long as mine though.”

As he gestured for you to approach, he undid the bun he had made. "I'd like to try that!"

As you continued to be surprised by his question, you got up and moved closer to sit next to him. Maybe it was silly, but honestly, you were scared of his hair. What if you burned your hands on it? Nevertheless, you moved your hand gently through the hair to ensure there were no tangles.

"Did you learn from a master or were you self-taught?"

"My father was a demon slayer. He was my master until he retired from fighting because of his wounds." You said, brushing his hair with your fingers before you started gently braiding them.

Kyōjurō nodded slowly as he listened to your story. "I trained to become a Hashira. It might have been easier for me since I am part of the Rengoku family and our lineage is filled with powerful swordsmen."

"I know, I heard a lot about your family." You nodded, gently braiding his hair.

"Just! I would like them to be braided as neatly as yours. Your braid is very beautiful."

Your skilled fingers collected strands of his hair and worked them.

I promise to do my best. I love your hair, sir, but I was sure they were hot since they looked like fire." You giggled, pulling back another strand of his hair.

A quiet hiss came from him. "Ough!" He then winked at you as he rolled his head back. "Don't worry, just kidding."

You told him, "Please, don't do that. I'm scared to pull your hair."

"You're not dealing with any demon here, it's just hair!" Flame Hashira reminded you in the soft tone of his.

"I'm braiding the hair of a Fire Pillar. It's terrifying on its own," you hummed, tying the strands together. "Could you pass me the ribbing in which your hair was tied up before?"

You received the item from him shortly after. Grabbing the end of the braid and tying it tightly to make sure your work wouldn't fall apart, you thanked him quietly. "It looks great."

To check the braid, he jolted up and rushed to the nearest mirror. The final result incorporated all of the hair into a smoothly woven pattern over the scalp. A smile spread across Rengoku's face as he said, "I love it!"

You smiled and clapped your hands. "I am so glad to hear that!"

“Maybe I can return the favor by taking you out for onigiri?” Rengoku asked, turning his head to you.

You stared at him again, surprised. Was he just... inviting you to dinner? "Of course. This sounds wonderful!"

Flame Hashira smiled at you with a small sparkle in his eye.

You smiled and followed him to the kitchen to grab a few onigiris.

After that, you two proceeded to sit on a porch. At first, you were afraid of Hashira, but now you were relaxed as if you were talking with a good friend.

As you held the onigiri in your hands, a craw wearing a navy blue sash jumped on your shoulder and simply grabbed the onigiri.

You blinked. "Hey!”

Rengoku chuckled. "That guy is rude," he said. "Or hungry. Hunger is the most unpleasant feeling a living being can experience."

He carefully examined one of his onigiris. Then, after a moment's hesitation, he opened his palm and extended his hand out to the crow, with onigiri in it.

Clearly, the crow couldn't resist the snack. The crow quickly swallowed it and spread his wings.

"CRAW CRAW! I brought an order! Order! A village where people go missing! Demons attack!"

Rengoku's crow joined you two soon, as well.

"North! North! The village in the north needs help! People are going missing. Y/N will join Flame Hashira to take care of the threat!”

"Huh?!” You gasped, shocked with the information.

Rengoku's lips curled in a little smirk as he nodded, getting up. "The order was passed. I think we need to hit the road. There are some demons that need to be slayed!"

"I just need a moment to gather my stuff," you nodded and then looked at your crow. "And you! You shouldn't just steal people's food!"

Crow definitely felt offended and just pecked you on the temple before flying away.

"So it's rudeness that runs in his little veins!" Rengoku chuckled softly and nodded at his own crow. "Get ready, Y/N. The duty is calling!"

"Yes, Rengoku-san!” You nodded excitedly and ran off to gather your things.

[pansyparkinsonsworld]

WHERE THE NORTH WIND MEETS THE SEA

note: this is originally from ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46195858

CHAPTER TWO: dragonfire

Valaena combed her long silver hair, whilst staring at herself in her vanity. Would things be different if she knew her biological father wasn’t Daemon Targaryen? Would it be different if her father was truly Laenor? It was the hour of the ghosts when Prince Aemond Targaryen showed up to her chambers, frighting the Princess.

"Prince Aemond, what are you doing in my chambers this late at night?" Valaena asked, as the Prince walked inside of her chambers. She had been wearing only a thin pale pink night robe, with a lace garment underneath. The Prince was still in his fighting clothes, it seems.

“Valaena, I have had a long day - well night, and it occurred to me that I was running low on my personal supply of Dragonfire Wine. I have an idea, why don’t you have a few cups of it with me tonight? We can toast to the future, and speak of the past. What do you say? “ He smirked.

"I am afraid I cannot drink, my Prince." She smiles.. "But if your Prince wants, I could drink a cup or two.." Valaena did not drink, she did not like the taste of the liquor on her throat.

“Hmm. Yes, perhaps just one or two cups, after all; I don’t know if your mind would be able to handle quite so much.” Aemond gazed into her eyes, and smiled. “Yes, I would like that very much indeed, my lady.” He walked over and picked her up from her chair. “So, what’s the first topic we should start on, hmm?” He twirled her around, and sat them down and poured the first cup of Dragonfire.

"How about your betrothal to that Baratheon lady, my Prince?" She grinned, as he poured the first cup of Dragonfire. She knew what Dragonfire was; she tried it when she was four and ten, two years ago..

He pouted. “My betrothal. Yes my lady, my betrothal. It is a match that was not my own choosing. I fear it may be a match meant to ensure that the Lord Baratheon of Storm’s End is a loyal ally of the Crown. I fear I may not love her, and she may not love me. I fear I may not be happy.”

"But my Prince.." She started. "You may get to know her, maybe you may love her? Who is the Baratheon lady that you are betrothed to, my Prince" She giggled. She knew that he was set to marry a Baratheon lady, but she never got to know her name.

“Her name is Cassandra Baratheon, or Cass as I call her. She is beautiful, well-spoken, well-mannered, and she is kind to me.” Aemond described her. “We could all ask for someone worse to marry. I suppose I am quite lucky. But there is just something missing, something in me that will not allow me to be happy. What do you say to that, my lady? Why do you think I feel this way?”

She sighed. "Maybe it is a deep rooted hatred, release the hatred so that you can finally feel.. free." She said, as she took the cup and sipped some Dragonfire. "Why do you have this deep rooted hatred anyway?"

“Hmm. I am not even sure that I can name the source of my hatred. But maybe you are right. I have hated from a young age the fact that I was second born. Second born, and the second choice. Perhaps I despise that fact. Or maybe I am just angry at the world. I fear it may be the latter. But maybe I need to learn to let go. I fear I have been angry for so long, that I no longer remember what it feels like to be truly happy.”

"Oh." Valaena nodded, she could not relate to that as she was the first born of her mother. "When you're with.. Cassandra, do you feel a spark there?" She gestured to his heart.

“A spark, you say?” He looked into her eyes, they were lilac. Just like Princess Rhaena, daughter of Aenys. “Hmm. I cannot say that I feel a spark with Cass. I care for her, I am sure of it. But there is no spark in my heart when she is near to me. I do not feel a fire in my lungs when she talks to me. I suppose I should find a woman who I felt a spark with, so I wouldn’t have to question if she was the right one. And you my lady? Do you feel this so-called spark?”

"Yes, my Prince." She giggled. "I feel this spark with my own betrothed. But to give you some advice. You and Lady Cassandra should get to know the other better, treat her with respect, flatter and praise her. Make sure you acknowledge her.. Give her a kiss or two, but make sure you do not… fornicate with her just yet."

“Yes, you are correct my lady. I intend to be a perfect gentleman, a perfect suitor for Lady Cass. I will treat her with the greatest respect, and I will give her no reason to doubt my commitment to her. But alas, you never told me your betrothed, my lady. Will you tell me his name? I am excited to know who has captured your heart.” Aemond nodded.

Valaena giggled. "He is from the North side of Westeros. And he rules it, as well. His name is Lord Cregan of House Stark."

“Lord Cregan Stark.” Aemond processed. “You must feel extremely lucky my lady. He is one of the most powerful lords in the realm, his lineage is most distinguished, and he is most noble. You must be ecstatic to be set to marry such a man. I will admit, I envy you lady Valaena. Your betrothal is far greater than mine.”

"Perhaps it is, from a status point of view." She nodded. "You, you marry a Lady who cannot claim the land of her chauvinist father, who is merely the eldest of the Four Storms. Whereas I.. I marry a Lord who is the true heir to everything in the North. So.. Perhaps it is, my Prince."

“Hmm. Yes, you are right. Perhaps you do have me beat in that part, my lady.” Aemond chuckled. “But I would argue with your other points: you are beautiful, well mannered, and I believe your wit is unmatched in the realm. You would make a marvelous lady of any castle, any lands in the entire realm, you would inspire great pride in yourself and your people. You would have many suitors across the realm for your hand. So, is a lord of the north a better catch than a second-born prince? I’m not quite sure my lady.”

"I do not care about those matters. Cregan is better; in a lot of terms. The first born, and not a second born." Valaena tried to bite her tongue. Aemond seemed to be hinting that he wanted to be betrothed to Valaena and not Cassandra.

“Yes, I suppose you are right. In terms of birthright, he holds more titles. But I hold a better claim to a far greater throne, my lady.” He paused and smiled. “My lady, you are quite fascinating to talk to. I find you quite intelligent. I was expecting you to be a little ditzy, like the rest of the ladies of Westeros, but I was pleasantly surprised. It is quite entertaining talking to you.” He looked into her lilac eyes. “You should come around here more often my lady. It is not often I meet a woman as interesting as you.”

"I am afraid that I can not come around as often as I could, for I have to prepare for my wedding, which will come in two moons.." Valaena giggled, and sipped the Dragonfire. "Do you want some?"

He looks at her glass with Dragonfire with a little smirk on his face. “Yes my lady, I believe I shall take a few sips. It is a good wine, better than most that I’ve had in my life.” He reaches over and takes the glass from her hand, takes a small sip, and takes a bigger sip. “I would say you’ve done quite well for yourself my lady. You will be marrying a man from the most powerful house in all of Westeros. Not many people get such a privilege.” He scoffed as he held the glass.

“Have you any plans on what to do after the wedding? As the lady of Winterfell, all of the North would look to you as a source of inspiration. What do you intend to do with this new power?” He asked her.

“Yes, indeed. I plan on improving Winterfell, the crops–. the laws, and everything there. I must be a great Lady–. for my future people.” Valaena giggled, the effects of Dragonfire were starting to affect her.

“Very honorable of you my lady, to use your new power and influence to make things better for your people. Many others would have abused this power for their own wants and needs. And I must warn you, the Dragonfire will only continue to have a greater effect the more you drink. Are you sure you wish to continue?”

"N-no.. Not anymore. I must sober up," She giggled. "What does Cassandra–. What does she feel like, when you fornicate with–." She giggled once more.

“Valaena, the Dragonfire has really gotten to you. You are saying some quite… interesting things. But I will answer your question my lady.” Aemond laughed. “Cassandra is quite passionate and loving, but she, I believe, would prefer love to passion. She is very caring and is sure to speak her mind. She isn’t quiet or submissive, she is strong and independent, but doesn’t act like it, like some other women I have seen in King’s Landing.”

"My mother taught me, my Prince." Valaena giggled. Rhaenyra Targaryen, a woman of many, including a Mother.

[liverobinreaction]

Banshee In A Well Snippet

“You promised,” is the first thing Cass says to him, voice hoarse and accusatory. “You promised you’d be okay.”

“I am,” he tries to rasp out, and the way she tightens her grip feels like a warning, so he quickly corrects himself: “I thought I was.”

“You lied,” she says mournfully, “you lied, and I let you go.”

From where she’s tangled with him, he can’t see her face, but the minute shift of her shoulder tells him that she’s spiralling, and he quickly goes to pull away. She tries to tighten her hold, but he needs to look her in the face.

“Cass, I promise I thought I was okay,” he repeats, and she lets out a sigh so deep he can feel it in his bones.

“Lying,” she breathes out into his ear, “to me, to yourself, to everyone.”

And that-

Tim doesn’t know how to respond to that.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he finally admits, because that’s the crux of it; he doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what’s the right thing to tell them, how he needs to react, how he convinces everyone that this is normal and always has been.

Cass just leans back in, tucking her head beneath his chin, and she holds him with a gentleness that makes his eyes sting.

“Words are hard,” she agrees, and he lets out a strangled chuckle.

Both of them stay quiet for a moment, neither quite sure how to continue.

Or, well, he does. Because Cass is Cass is Cass, and she is his sister before anything else.

“I think dying has been the one constant in my life,” he confesses into her hair, half hoping she won’t hear him. But she does. Of course she does, and she goes still at his words, chest hitching as she waits for him to continue.

And unlike the bitter torrent he threw at Bruce and Dick, unlike the caustic sarcasm he spewed to amuse Pru, unlike the clinical observations he noted down for himself and Ra’s, what begins to pour out of his chest hurts in a way he’s swallowed down since that first lungful of water.

“It’s normal,” he finds himself saying, “that’s the thing, it’s normal to me. And no-one’s ever asked before. No-one’s ever noticed unless I died in front of them, and even then it’s a toss-up, though to be fair, I actively try to prevent people from connecting the dots.

“I think a part of me actively wants to die, Cass,” spills out of his mouth, and he regrets it as she flinches against him, but he can’t stop. “And not in a permanent, suicidal depressed way, but like there’s some biological imperative that makes me seek out death over and over. Because what other explanation is there? I was five when I died the first time, and then I killed myself to test it. Multiple times. And even when I tried to avoid it, it still lingered in my mind.

“Why did I do that stuff? Why did I record it? Why do I still pull that shit, over and over, choosing death like it’s the easiest thing in the world?”

Cass is silent in his arms. But she doesn’t let go.

Instead, the room is disrupted by a clearing throat, and Tim’s eyes dart up, even as Cass stays still. Alfred stands there, wrinkles pronounced and voice hoarse as he speaks.

“If I may, Timothy?”

Cassandra doesn’t move to kick the older man out, not like she did with Bruce and Dick, and Alfred-

Well, Alfred is Alfred.

And so, Tim nods.

[reveluving]

meeting you (jacob's pov) ; andy barber x reader

summary: the school's been treating Jacob well so far, including the students’ favourite, who just so happens to teach him literature.

warnings: minor angst + fluff

a/n: a different perspective for some context~ expect a lot of Jacob & reader bonding, okay? ^^

˚ · . series m.list

'she's like, the only teacher I can tolerate at the crack of dawn' ;  

First day of school has always been intimidating, including to Jacob, where he already has a hard time sleeping. Just an hour before his sleepiness kicked in, he did a little research on his new school. So, he hasn't stumble upon anything shady. If anything, the articles he found had something to do with the school's clubs like debate, basketball and even volleyball representing up to the nationals.

Which, he had to admit, it was very impressive.

But at the same time, he's feeling pressured.

What if behind closed doors, it's just as bad, if not, worse than his old school? Don't people always say that high school's worse than middle school?

The only good he got out of it is the fact that he's still keeping in touch with Sarah.

At 1.03 a.m, he turned off his phone and laid in his bed, hoping to ease his mind before the big day. He knew his father's doing his absolute best. If there's a single dirt, it's enough for Andy to look for another. He’s tired of taking anymore risks, especially when it's about Jacob's future.

Now, when it comes to his mom, well, he'd rather not think about it — about her at the moment.

On his first day, Mrs May asked the class to partner up with the person physically closest to them. Jacob’s partner just so happen to be AJ Wilson, who became his first friend. Hours later, he met his younger brother, Cass.

So, he gave tomorrow's events the benefit of the doubt, and thank goodness he did. He started off extremely slow, so slow that he's surprised anyone's interested in talking him. Jacob’s major trust issues was expected but he's trying his best. If he was able to put aside his differences with his dad, albeit needing almost a year to do so, then why stop there?

"No way, you got Ms (L/N), too?" AJ's eyes sparkled, "She's like, the only teacher I can tolerate at the crack of dawn,"

He thought AJ was being dramatic but on his first literature class, he met you.

AJ wasn't lying about looking forward to Wednesday's from now on. He's never even touched a Shakespearean piece until you passed around a book for the next project — A Midsummer Night's Dream.

The story was so fucking weird. 

But, he also managed to finish the book within the same day.

Thank goodness for modern translation.

“Thank you Jacob,” He handed you his worksheet. Fortunately for Jacob, it was nothing difficult, just a simple exercise, “Oh, could you stay after class?”

Oh... oh no... but, why? He was beginning to enjoy the class!

“Nothing too serious, I promise,” You reassured, feeling guilty when the colour drained from his face. He nodded apprehensively, returning to his seat and quietly nit-picked where he could’ve went wrong.

Did he greet you formally? Was there a homework he didn't submit? But it's only been his second class! What. Went. Wrong.

He was too engrossed in finding his own faults, he didn't even realize how you glanced at him in worry once in a while.

Then, came one of his most dreaded moments yet.

“You wanted to see me, Ms (L/N)?” He approached your desk when all but AJ left, waiting outside of the class.

“Mhm, I'm a little worried. You're a little quiet in class," You began, “Mrs May told me you’re new to the school so you never got to follow the format they taught in our middle school, is that right?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Okay, so far, nothing too horrible.

“Am I going too fast with the syllabus?” You watched his face scrunched up a little. The format wasn’t so tough but considering that he’s never taken literature before, let alone learn the format, he might need some time.

“A little...? B-but it's okay! I'll try to keep up,” You hummed in understanding, though you felt bad at the way he seemed so... scared stiff. You were only asking him about the syllabus.

Well, that and one more thing but that's a bit of a gamble.

“That’s fine. I have some notes that might be useful to you,” You responded to his look of interest with a single nod, “I hope you understand that I’m doing this ‘cause I know you have other subjects to worry about. So the last thing I want is for you or anyone else to stress out in my subject, y’know?” 

Aw, that's really nice of you.

"But, uh," You cleared your throat — you curiosity's too strong to hold back, "Are you okay?"

...

Huh. Jacob doesn't recall those words being that impactful and yet, he's not sure how to respond.

He knew he's not okay.

You observed the way his eyes stared into nowhere for a second, proving that he was indeed going through some stuff. Mrs May never told you anything about the teen other than being a new residence in the neighbourhood with his father. That, and he's quite reserved 'for a reason'. But, to you, he wasn't hard to read. Partially because he didn't do a great job at hiding it.

Trauma.

You know when you see it. It was pretty clear, even from a mile away.

Whatever happened to this boy, you could only he hope that this neighbourhood's treating him better. Way better.

"I... I am?" His answer sounded more like a question but you didn't want to pry. Not when you could tell that he's a little uncomfortable.

"That's good," You smiled softly, "Just wanted to make sure my students are doing okay, that's all,"

Oh... bless your soul, Ms (L/N).

“That’s... I really appreciate that. Thank you, Ms (L/N),” He relaxes for the first time in a while.

“No problem. If you have any problem, I'm all ears, alright?" The lump in his throat prompted him to nod.

Say any more and he's likely to break down right then and there.

"Now, go ahead. Seems like AJ’s waiting for you at the door. I’ll have the copies ready by tomorrow,” You cocked your head at the door, where the older Wilson smiled sheepishly. You and Jacob snorted, the latter followed his classmate out but not before hearing you one last time.

“Say hi to your mom and uncle Sam for me, okay?” 

“I will!” AJ grinned. Jacob tilted his head, somewhat curious but also intrigued that you knew AJ’s family much more personally. 

Towards the end of his second week, Mrs May asked him to meet her after class.

"How do you find the school so far?" She asked, arranging a number of worksheets on the desk before focusing on the teen.

"It's... quite nice," No lies there. He’s just overwhelmed with, well, everything.

"Good, good. now, I wanted to ask if you've considered any clubs to join?" Ah yes, clubs and society. Considering his poor performances in his last middle school year from... 'that thing', the board of the school still gave him the green light to enroll.  

But on one condition; he's required to join a club in his first year to make up for his previously underwhelming performance. Thankfully, there's an array of clubs to choose from.

"I'm still not sure, to be honest," Jacob scratched the back of neck but dear ol' Mrs May's smile didn't falter.

"That's alright. Hopefully you'll find one by the end of the month, though. If you're not sure, you can ask your teachers, since most of them are in-charge of their own clubs. There's Maths, Chemistry, even your literature teacher,"

Ms (L/N)?

"Yes, Ms (L/N)," She repeated. Whoops. He didn't mean to say that out loud, "She's the faculty advisor for the basketball club. Why not give it a try?" Jacob winced, remembering his therapist's exact words.

For now, stick to light physical activities.

"I... don't think I'd wanna join a sports club,"

"I see. Well, why not join as a manager instead of a player?" The tilt of his head prompted her to pull out an A4 sheet out from the desk drawer, "I'm not sure if you noticed but some clubs offer a manager position, including the basketball club. You'll still earn the same benefits as any other member,"

Hmm, that doesn’t sound so bad, to be honest.

"But, if you're still not sure, feel free to ask any of the teachers in charge. You'll find the right one, dear," She passed him the flyer, along with other clubs for his own references. God bless Mrs May for her generosity.

His options went from nine to four to eventually, the very last one, and it's no surprise what club he decided to know more about.

Reve's Basketball Club.

Fortunately, he knew exactly who to ask.

"Make sure you read the next five chapters before the next class!" You reminded your students as soon as the bell rang.

"Ms (L/N)?" You looked to your right to find Jacob standing before you, shuffling his feet.

"Hey, Jacob! You're not having lunch with your friends?" You wiped the final writings on the board before giving your full attention to the teen.

"Not today, I have my own," He took out a bar of granola out of his pocket before clearing his throat, "I wanted to ask you about... the basketball club, if you're okay with that?" Oh? You didn't expect that — he didn't seem like the sporty type. Then again, who were you to judge? He, like everyone else, is new, but him especially, considering he moved in all the way from Massachusetts. 

"Oh, that's more than alright! Is there a position you’re particularly interested in? Coach Fury’s looking for a center player but I’m sure we can squeeze you in for the other spots," You whispered with a glint in your eye, hoping to calm him down, judging by the way he's hesitating to ask. He half-smiled before showing you the club’s flyer in his hands.

“I’m, uh, actually interested in the manager position, if it’s still available?” Well, lucky you! Nobody’s ever sought the manager position for any clubs this fast, let alone basketball. Normally, you or the players had to scout for someone when time was running out. Nothing wrong with that though, you're just glad someone's interested! He might even get a kick out of it since some of his classmates are part of the team, too.

"Ahh, of course! Come, let's sit down," You motioned to the desk closest to yours.

"Alright, you’re aware that the manager position offers the same benefits as what a player would get, right?" Jacob nodded slowly, "So, my first question is how familiar are with you with basketball knowledge?"

"Uhh..." Okay, he didn't think through, "Barely...? I think I played it once or twice as a kid but, I guess not much.."

Good job, Jake.

You chuckled, "Don't worry. The first time they assigned me on board, I honestly knew nothing about it. I had to do my own research beforehand but in all honesty, they're easier to understand than you think. Do you have any questions about the role?"

"Well..." Gosh, is this worth asking?

"Is the position heavy to work with?" Jacob's face scrunched up. He didn't want to seem weak or even babied for such a question but again, he was advised to avoid vigorous activities. He’d rather not know the consequences if he neglected what’s best for him.

"Hmm..." You tapped your chin, "Tell you what, why don't you stop by the gym tomorrow or Thursday after school? I can show you the basics. That way, you’ll able to get an idea of what you’re expected to do, should you decide to join us,"

He pondered at the idea.

"Yeah, okay, thanks, Ms (L/N)," He smiled softly.

"Not a problem, kid. Now," You stood up from you seat, "You better get going. Lunch time doesn’t end until another fifteen minutes so you’ll have some time to kill," That, and you don't fancy the idea of Jacob eating just a granola bar. So, as soon as he thanked you and took his leave, you called his name, "Jacob!"

"Yes?" He paused at the door.

“Try to grab something other than a granola bar, yeah?" You advised, "At least get a drink on your way out,"

His heart ached — how could he say no to that? He couldn't say no to that. You're just looking out for him.

He purposely slowed his pace as he walked to the cafeteria.

Was he being over-emotional?

He never stopped thinking about it, not even when he got himself a chocolate milk. Not the best choice but it'll do, right Ms (L/N)?

His day continued in a blur and he walked home alone, which he has yet to get used to, considering he's been walking with his new friends who were living in the same block. But, he needed his alone-time.

Was he really into basketball or he's only interested because he feels, dare he say, safer, around Ms (L/N), for whatever reason? He knows there's a difference between the two but he can't imagine himself in another club. He's barely opened his mouth for any other classes unless they asked him a question but for the most part, he kept it to himself.

Well, there's no harm in trying, right...? He even took the liberty to do some research on the sport before bed for uh... safety measures?

He could only hope that whoever’s in the club doesn't mind him.

“JACOOOB!” He jumped as soon as he opened the gym door, only to grin when he immediately recognized the voices.

AJ and the Maximoff twins.

"We didn't know that you're joining!" Tommy shook him by the shoulders while his brother, Billy tried to pull him off. Jacob has yet to figure out where he keeps all his energy — it's already 3.30 p.m. and he's still energetic.

“Alright, alright, let’s not crowd around him,” You shooed them away, placing your hands on your hips like a mother scolding her children, “Shouldn't you guys be changing by now? Not unless you want Coach Fury to...” You drawled, knowing that was enough to send them off in a flash. 

Oh, right, the coach.

"Now, just a heads-up; Coach Fury's a bit of a grump but I can assure you that he's just a 'tough love' kinda teacher, y’know?"

Oof, don’t he know it.

The coach already sounded intimidating but he did not expect the massive scar on his left eye. Jacob instinctively stood closer to you at the very sight of him. You gave him an encouraging pats on the back, mouthing an 'it's okay' when he looked at you in fear.

"Barber, so glad that you could join us," Fury's calmness didn’t last though. At the corner of his working eye, you knew he's switched to ‘colonel mode', "Did I not tell you to work on your aim?!"

"S-sorry, Coach!" A senior player yelped and nearly ran into his teammate. He scowled and turned his attention back to Jacob, only to find him tenser than he ever was. He didn’t even have to look at you to know that you’re facepalming and sighed.

"Sorry 'bout that. You would think that as a member for almost three years, you’d know the dos and don’ts by now,” He shook his head disapprovingly, observing the older members with their juniors, carefully this time, “Anyways, Ms (L/N) told me that you’re interested in the manager position?”

“Yes, sir,” Jacob responded.

“Well, at least one of us have some manners around here,” He noted, crossing his arms, “She's going to show you the ropes. Nothing drastic for now — write down whatever that's good or bad, keep an eye out for our equipment and pass around towels and water bottles. You can do that, can you?”

“Yes sir,” Coach Fury huffed but amazingly, in amusement before patting his shoulder.

“Call me coach, kid, now get to it,” His soft(er) tone contrasted to the booming voice that he let out just moments after, calling the team in to line up for a briefing. 

“Seems like you’re on his good side already!” You congratulated before beckoning him to the bench, where the bottles, towels and basketballs perched on. You chuckled at Jacob as he breathed a great sigh of relief.

"Really?"

"Really!" You reassured, “So, ready to get started?”

He nodded, smiling softly as he finally sound something to look forward to in school.

Days turned to weeks, where you and the team gifted him with the official jacket, not long after his permanent decision to stay. You've figured it out after his third visit to the practice, though, and added him into the list of new members when you ordered the jackets weeks prior. He's already grown attached to his friends and even Coach Fury.

If he wasn't screaming, that is.

You didn't know this but another reason he stayed is because you made him believe that no one's here to harm him, including and especially you. His dad seemed more than okay with you too, which meant a lot.

Hell, if he's being bold, it seems like his dad almost enjoyed talking to you, even for a short while. But, this is the Andrew Barber he's talking about; his trust issues were... something else but if he didn't mind your presence, then Jacob's more than relieved.

"Welcome to the team, Jacob," You beamed — a look of pride that only a parent could have. Something he's yearned to see from here on out.

You were proud of him, meaning that he's doing something right.

Yeah, he'll do just fine here.

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"Can you get me in M'gann?"

M'gann crossed her arms and smiled "Of course. Miss Martian to the rescue. Now Damian is trapped in a fake reality in his mind. I can send you in, but you may not remember why you came in. The power will influence you, you have to fight through it. Can you do that?"

"You know me, I can get my baby brother out"

Close your eyes, I'll send you in. And make sure to stay safe Nightwing.

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Dick woke up to see Kory beside him sleeping soundly. As always, she looked perfect and stunning. Dick sat up and kissed Kory on the forehead.

"Mmh, Dick? Where are you going?"

"Going to Gotham, the family set up a movie night. So before it starts we're just gonna hang out"

"I would ask you to stay, but I know you haven't been there in awhile. So have fun"

"Thanks Kor, I love you"

"Love you too"

Dick got dressed and started the car up, it was nice out today.

Can't wait to see everyone. I haven't seen Damian for a few weeks, hope the kid is alright

Robin got hit, we gotta--

That was weird... what was I thinking about again? Lost my train of thought. Whoa when did I arrive? Heh time flies

Dick got out the car and walked to the front doors. "Master Richard, how joyful it is to see you arrived well" "Hey Alf, am I the last one?" "Quite the contrary, you're the first of the others to arrive. Master Damian and Miss Talia are in the living room if you'd like to see them while Master Bruce is still at work with Master Tim" "...Why is Talia here?" "Why would she not be? She is a resident residing in the Manor" "I- I'll go see them"

"Hey Dami!" Dick popped in to see Damian reading with Titus on his lap, the dog was so big that Damian had to lift the book up over Titus so he could read. "Richard, hello" "Hello Dick. It's been awhile" Talia was sitting by Damian, Titus's head was on her lap and she was stroking Titus. "Talia... why are you here?"

Damian raised an eyebrow "What are you going on about?" "Is everything alright Dick?" "Um... yeah all good, guess I'm still shaking off some sleep"

I can contact Miss M--

"Damian..."

"Yes?"

This feels odd, Talia is here and somehow it doesn't feel right... why does my head feel so foggy?

"Can we step out and talk for a second?"

"I suppose, what is going on with you?"

"Nothing I'm all good here"

And yet... something isn't right. It has something to do with Damian, that's my gut feeling anyways

Ushering Titus off of him, Damian got up and walked out with Dick. "What do you wish to discuss Richard?" "Are you alright Damian? Talia isn't hurting you is she?" Damian looked offended "Why would my own mother be hurting me? Yes we've had complications, but we are past that. You were there"

"No something isn't right, all I know is that it has something to do with you. Somehow this isn't right. We need to figure it out"

"We do not need to figure anything out, I am going back to read by my mother's side"

Talia... she never stayed since Bruce... she... she killed Damian because he chose to stay. Everything is coming back, Damian getting hit while we fought in Boston against a meta that Bruce asked us to help detain. Then I called M'gann...

"Damian this isn't real. You were hit while we were fighting and trapped in another reality in your mind. I came to get you out"

Damian frowned.

Then everything changed. Dick was sitting down beside Jason and Cass. Everyone as a matter of fact was here. A movie was playing on the screen. Dick looked back to see Damian watching with intent as he sat by Bruce and Talia.

What happened? The mind magic must've sensed that I'm an intruder and is now trying to distract Damian by changing the scene

Dick grabbed a kernel from the popcorn bin and threw it at Damian. The kid scowled and made eye contact with Dick, rolling his eyes, Damian looked back.

The movie was over, Bruce was smiling "Alright, it's already late. Shall we turn in for the night?" Everyone agreed to sleep over...

Damian went to his room suddenly after taking a few steps to his bed. The door, he didn't close, shut and he turned to see Dick. Dick locked the door and looked almost guilty.

I gotta get him out of this fake reality

"Damian I need you to listen. I know it sounds crazy, but I'm not lying. I wouldn't lie to you about something like this"

Damian crossed his arms and kept his gaze away "Fine" "This isn't real, I know you don't know because you got hit with some mind stuff and Miss M managed to bring me to your mind. We wanted to get you out of here before anything bad happened. Who knows what is going on, plus it seems it's already noticed I'm not the fake that this place conjured up"

"You're wrong..."

"Damian I know it's hard to believe b-"

"I mean you're wrong about me not knowing"

"...what?"

"I figured it already. I found out on the first day"

"That's good, I'm betting you were looking all over for an exit. Any clues?"

"I'm not going back"

Dick looked flabbergasted "Why not? Who knows what this place is going to do to you"

"That scene change wasn't the mind altering magic. It was me, you were saying so much that I skipped to the movie night so maybe you would get off my back about it. Heh I should've known better"

"Damian, why do you want to stay here?"

"Because she's here. Everyone is here. No one is in pain, I'm happy... I like it here and no one leaves me. We're a happy family that's all I want Richard. I don't want to choose between anyone. I want to be happy with everyone by my side. I can't go back"

"Damian, as your older brother I can say, this isn't right. I understand you want to feel this desire of joy and I'm sorry that it isn't fully like that. Life is... different. But all of us are still a family"

"...my mom left me, used me, made another me just because I wasn't good enough. Just because that God forsaken Pit messed her mind up. So why... why can't I stay someplace where she doesn't leave me?"

"Because being here could cause something bad. What about your physical body? You're active in your mind while you're physically sleeping in the real world. If you don't wake up then your health will be paying the price. It's been three days Dami, how long can your body take sleeping?"

Everything turned dark, Dick looked around it was an empty void and Damian was nowhere to be seen. Small sounds came from the right and Dick ran as it grew louder. Coming to see Damian hugging himself and crying "I know... I can't stay, I just wish... I just don't want to chose who to be with when it hurts my relationship with the other. I love them both, but it won't ever change..."

Damian looked up "The only way to get out was for me to choose to do so. I guess that's what makes the mind power so powerful in the first place" "I know you're scared, but I'm here to take you back. You'll be okay Dames" Damian grabbed Dick's hand and was walking behind Dick like a child holding their parents hands. Rubbing his watery eyes and suddenly for a moment it did change, Damian looked to see that he was holding Talia and Bruce's hands his parents were smiling.

"We love you son"

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Damian opened his eyes muttering as he rose from his slumber.

"I love you too"

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the batfamily is stupid as hell and they're self isolating because SOMEBODY got covid (steph) and then SOMEBODY (cass-- who also has covid bc uh stephcass) sneezed on tim who drank from jason's cup without knowing it was jason's cup and anyways everyone in the manor got covid so ✨self isolation for 2 weeks✨

ANYHOW they were all bored out of their minds and jason was about to throw damian out the window bc siblings right

SO BASICALLY cass came up with the big brain idea of a competition (prize being complete immunization of sibling interaction UNLESS they ask for it-- eg. "hey can you open this for me")

teams were made (just two people per team-- duke/damian, jason/cass, steph/harper, dick/tim)

there were "rounds" and these consisted of

round 1: person a has to feed person b a whole jar of peanut butter and they could switch places ONCE (team to finish last was disqualified)

round 2: they had to recreate this picture and had ten minutes to do so, at the end every team compared pictures and alfred decided whose was the worst and that team was out

round 3: they had to run five laps around the manor with their team member on their back, first person to get through the finish line (for the fifth time, there was a picture taken each time they crossed it) won.

simple, right?

WELL NO

first round basically went like this:

jason: NO FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID PEANUT BUTTER cass: jason: okay okay ill go first

tim went first, harper went first, and duke went first (duke didn't want to go first but he lost to rock paper scissors so)

tim puked in the first two minutes but alfred had forgotten to clarify that if you puke you're out so basically he kept eating

cass and jason were the first ones to switch

dick and tim switched immediately after (they were waiting for someone else to switch)

steph and harper fucking DIED

"im never eating peanut butter after this"

"by GOD EAT FASTER ITS NOT EVEN A SOLID"

"CAN YOU NOT SHOVE THAT SPOON DOWN MY THROAT"

"IM NOT GOING TO LOSE IN THE FIRST ROUND FUCK YOU"

duke and damian finished first and when ppl asked how (they're the youngest ones, people were sure they couldn't handle it) damian was like "i simply moved all my internal organs to the side" and duke was like "tf you literally ate two spoons and a half"

STEPH AND HARPER LOST and tim laughed (his team got to the next round by literally a second) so harper and steph both threw him the containers and spoons

second round:

tim thought he had a big brain for calling dibs on being on the pool mat but nOOO (duke was on the pool mat, damian was the lightest so yeah--- jason was on the pool mat solely because cass called dibs on jumping and crushing him-- imagine all the chaos)

literally they(jason/cass) took 14 pictures total and all of them were fucked up because of jason (his hands weren’t in the right place, both his legs were picked up)

duke and damian couldn’t do it skjdfhskfh they were D Y I N G (every two minutes you heard a really loud scream/groan with a sudden splat and yeah)

steph and harper had never laughed harder

cass was so done with jason she literally shoved him off the pool mat

tim was literally dead they had taken the shot around 20 times and none of them looked good it was horrible (dick didnt even apologize for crushing tim 90934757894 times -- not every shot was decent so they deleted around 40)

when the timer went off, alfred carefully took all the phones (jason’s phone was somehow at the bottom of the pool and jason was tired(tm) so he asked cass to get the phone pls and cass just got in the pool and shoved the pool mat over (and then got out)

after around 20 minutes of alfred going through the pictures, he decided that the best ones were dick and tim’s (how i have zero idea but)

and then the worst ones were duke and damian’s (so jason and cass made it to the third round)

cass asked alfred why theirs weren’t the best, and alfred said “well master jason’s arm looks very off and he looks genuinely scared” and cass was like “GODDAMNIT JASON” and lost her shit 

LAST ROUND: 

so they did think this through and basically cass on jason’s back and tim on dick’s back

jason: HA! YOU’RE NOT FASTER THAN I AM! dick: i don’t need to be??? you’ve got CASS on your back. you know what that means? jason: .... you wouldn’t.. tim, on dick’s back: *snorts* YEAH OKAY

cass: what are they talking about?  jason: NO NOTHING jason: you might want earbuds or something to like... block the sounds... they’re gonna be wanting to distract you cass: yeah well. I’m not distracted easily

the timer goes off, tim on dick’s back, and they’re pretty even for the first two laps, but then tim’s shoe falls off and tim’s like “WAIT MY SHOE” and dick goes “WHAT THE FUCK” 

and tim is like “whoa youre right KEEP RUNNING” 

cass on jason’s back: HEY STEPH CAN YOU PASS ME THE PRETZELS

update: cass does get pretzels and gives jason a few  jason: CASS THATS MY NOSE cass: OH OOPS LOL

dick: tim i think its time to pull out our secret weapon tim: yeah you’re right tim: tim: HEY CASS *starts humming to ‘levitating’ by dua lipa* tim: 🎶 if you wanna run away with me-  🎶

jason: NO  jason: NOOO CASS COVER YOUR EARS DONT LISTEN TO THEM cass:  🎶 IF YOU WANNA RUN AWAY WITH ME I KNOW A GALAXY WHERE I COULD TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE  🎶

(you may ask how this distracts jason but it just DOES)

dick takes this as a head start and runs faster (theyre on their third lap now- both)

tim gets a bit too excited and leans too much and makes them both fall over (they were abt half a lap ahead)

tim: GET UP GET UP dick: THIS IS YOUR FAULT TF YOU MEAN 

cass:  🎶 YOU WANT ME  🎶 jason:  🎶 I WANT YOU BABY  🎶  *runs past them*  dick: HOW jason: JUST DONT FIGHT IT 

karma’s a bitch (and dick paid steph) and jason slipped, causing them to fall almost the exact way that tim and dick fell

dick and tim have now caught up to them, as jason and cass pick themselves up

jason: we should switch cass: yeah alright do you want me to momentarily kill you so we can distract the others and then you wake up and we run jason: ...no cass:  jason: ... maybe

*two seconds later*

cass: HE’S DEAD! MY POOR BROTHER HE’S DEAD! steph: YEAH WE KNOW YOU MOMENTARILY KILLED HIM GET UP cass: ok jason lets go stand up 

they keep going and dick stops for a second (theyre ahead)  dick: hey its your turn now tim:  dick: yeah i know you cant cmon climb on

COMEPLETE HEADCANON jason and cass won anyways thank you for coming to my ted talk

[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

Chapter 7: Battle Lines

Pairing: Morpheus x OC (Cassandra of Troy)

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of violence

Word count: 1633

A/N: Here is chapter 7 of Fated and Forgotten! Getting closer to the Fall of Troy now, then we’ve only got about 3000 years to the beginning of the show! But don’t worry, the 3000 years are only going to be snapshots. Hope you like it!!

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“Sir, I know you do not like me to press, but I am concerned about your continued entanglement with the mortal.”

Morpheus glanced back from the stained glass windows towards Lucienne, to find her stood with her hands clasped in front of her in the middle of the throne room. He looked back at the windows, watching as they shifted to show battle lines being drawn among the younger gods. “I have my reasonings, Lucienne.”

“Some of the residents of the Dreaming are growing attached to her. I think it would be better to save them the disappointment down the line and cut contact now.” She said, giving him a knowing look over the top of her glasses.

He sighed, Lucienne cared more about the other residents of the Dreaming than any of them ever cared about her. He turned and walked down the stairs, coming to a stop in front of her. “I cannot cut contact, Lucienne. Cassandra of Troy is soul bonded to me. That is why she has an affect here, and why I can feel her pain.”

Her eyes widened. “All the texts say the endless are exempt from soul bonds.”

“I know. I spoke with the fates, they told me someone I know is playing a jest, unaware of the consequences that breaking a soul bond will render.” The image of Cass lying motionless in a pool of her own blood as the light faded from her eyes reappeared in his mind and he quickly pushed it away.

“Do you know who formed it?”

His shoulders dropped. “Not yet. There are many possible candidates, old and new gods I may have angered that could form the bond if they had access to something to enhance their power. Whoever it is, they are aware of the fate awaiting Cass. But they are unaware of the consequences it will have.”

“Her death will break the bond.” Lucienne realised, her years of reading the books in the library giving her more knowledge than him sometimes.

“I already have a plan in place.” He assured her.

“Then she knows, what she is to you?”

“No.”

“Sir-”

“I have it handled, Lucienne. She has seen herself surviving the initial fall of Troy, and she will not leave her family while they still live. I will step in after their demise, before anything can happen to her.” He said. He felt the familiar tug at his heart as Cass slipped into the Dreaming, far from the palace.

Lucienne frowned. “Do you think that wise, sir?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, frowning now as well.

She took a breath. “I mean, she is highly devoted to her family, even after all they have put her through. Do you really expect her to understand why you waited to tell her?”

“I do not have a choice, Lucienne. I cannot risk the stability of the Dreaming.” He sighed.

“Even then, she will still be mortal, she will still die.” She pointed out.

“When the time comes, I will ask my sister for help. Death has the ability to grant immortality and I do not think she will say no when I explain the situation.” He knew Death would give him a lecture when he told her, so he was putting it off for as long as possible.

***

Morpheus watched Cass laugh with Abel and Cain. The three of them were sat in the space between the House of Secrets and the House of Mysteries, a tea set sat out on the picnic blanket in front of them. Gregory’s head was in her lap and she was idly stroking his nose as she talked to the brothers. He felt a wave of possessiveness pass through his chest, but he pushed it down, knowing it was nothing more than the bond reacting. The same way he knew it was the bonds fault that his heart skipped a beat when she noticed him and her whole face lit up.

“Lord Morpheus.” Abel and Cain said at the same time as he walked up to them.

“Would you like some tea?” Cass asked, holding up a tea pot.

“No. I wish to show you something.” He held out his hand to her, not oblivious to the shocked look on both Abel and Cain’s faces.

She gently nudged Gregory off her knee, the gargoyle huffing in protest, before taking his hand and letting him pull her to her feet. He turned to leave, but she tugged on his hand to stop him as she turned back to her companions. “I will see you tomorrow night, I expect to try that cake you mentioned.”

Abel smiled. “Of course, my lady.”

She turned back to Morpheus and he started walking. “You can taste the food here?”

“Sometimes. I have to concentrate and it is almost as if I am eating a ghost of the food rather than the food itself, if that makes sense.” She said.

He gave a stiff nod; more of his power must be seeping through the bond than he first thought. It raised more questions as to what would happen when he eventually brought her into the Dreaming in her full corporeal form.

“What is it you wish to show me?” She asked as he led her through the palace gates and into the throne room.

He gestured to the stain glass windows. “Battle lines are being drawn among the gods. They are choosing sides in the war, I thought you might like to see who was on your side.”

“It will not matter.” She whispered, taking a step forward to better see the sigils in the glass. “The gods will not join the fight, not in the end, when it counts. Aphrodite will save my brother, Paris, and prolong the war, dooming my people. Even I am fated to lose my freedom begging for Athena’s help at the foot of her alter. And yet, I still hope I am wrong.” She turned to give him a tight smile.

“How do you still hold onto hope?” He asked, genuinely curious to her answer.

She stepped up to him and took his right hand in her left, dropping her gaze to their entwined fingers. “What does humanity have, if not hope, King of Dreams? What would I have if I let go of hope? Madness and hysteria, locked away and hidden from the world. I have to hope that somehow I am wrong, that somehow this is all going to work out. Because if I do not, I will truly lose my mind.”

He let her words wash over him, her proximity and the weight of her hand in his feeling like the most natural thing in the history of the universe. “How long?”

Those two little words seemed to hang in the air between them, the weight settling on both their shoulders. He watched her shoulders rise and fall as she took a deep breath, her right hand moving to join her left on his hand. Her fingertips skimmed over the exposed skin of his wrist that was visible beneath the skin of his robe. It is just the bond, his mind whispered to him as he felt his heart jump.

“Not long now.” She eventually whispered, her voice much steadier than he expected it to be. “The Greeks have surrounded the city. Hector will go to them in a bid for peace, but Achilles will stab him in the throat and then drag his body around the city wall. Paris will kill Achilles, and Troy will think it has won the war. But the Greeks will have a plan to breech the walls, one that I cannot yet see. The rest of my family will die, apart from my brother’s wife, my mother and I. We are to be the spoils of war.”

Rage filled his chest and the Dreaming reacted accordingly; the throne room darkened and the energy in the room seemed to warp around him. But Cass did not step away from him, the same way she had not stepped away from him in the dream of her would be suitor. He knew it was the influence of the bond that made her so sure he wouldn’t hurt her, even if she was still mostly oblivious to its existence.

“Morpheus.” She said his name the same way she had last time and he snapped himself out of it, the room lightening again and the Dreaming returning to normal. “You must have seen so many people meet grizzly ends.”

“That does not make it easier.” He admitted. “And I have not know most of them personally.”

“I was hoping to ask something of you.” She said, her fingers still tracing patterns on the inside of his wrist.

“I am listening.”

“After… At the end, I was hoping you might grant me a place here, like you did for Abel and Cain?” She finally looked up, her dark eyes hopeful as she met his own.

His heart stopped and his lips parted with his exhale. “You will always have a place here.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, her hand squeezing his.

He bowed his head in recognition before tugging her towards the library. “Lucienne mentioned a book you might like.” He said, already formulating a plan to keep a closer eye on her in the waking world now the end was drawing nearer.

Chapter 8

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Amaunts Fatale: Part 11

Balan hummed in deep thought at Aria's suggestion. He was also keeping in mind of what Iben had explained to him earlier. "Odds are, Lance must have a recipe for this drink," Balan theorized. "He must be using an ingredient that causing others to no longer properly think."

"That explains why the others that are back at Lance's hideout refuse to leave," Yuri said.

"You think this ingredient is also the reason why Wizeman was here earlier?" Leo asked. "Because he assumed that we have it?"

"Most likely not," NiGHTS said. "Wizeman was well aware of Balan's and Lance's existence. So odds are, he must know something about Lance that we don't."

"C-Can I phone my friends?" Emma asked Balan. "I-I want to let them know that I'm okay."

"I suppose that it won't hurt," Aria said. "But after that, you have to turn off your phone. Lance is capable of tracing your calls."

Emma nodded and took out her cellphone. Then, she dialed up Kaylo. Soon, a frantic Kaylo was heard on the other end of the line. "Emma!? Are you okay!?"

"I am, now," Emma said. "I escaped with the help of three friends; Iben, Yuri, and Cass. I found Leo, he's okay. I'm currently staying with Balan until it's safe for me to come home. But I just want to call to let you and the others know that I'm okay."

Kaylo breathed a sigh of relief. "That's great to hear," She said. "And it's nice that you found three of the people that went missing."

"Yeah, Iben revealed some information," Emma said. "Lance was luring the missing people to his hideout. He would even use a drink to wipe their memories."

"A drink?" Kaylo asked. "Thanks for the heads up, Emma. Can you tell Balan that me and the others wish to help?"

"Okay," Emma said. "But after I end the call, I have to turn off my phone. Lance can trace my calls."

"Got it." Kaylo and Emma hung up. Then, Emma turned off her phone.

"That was my friend, Kaylo," Emma said. "She wants to know if she and the others can help us."

"I would let them help," Yuri said. "They may know something as well. Plus, you can explain about Wizeman."

"Sounds good to me," NiGHTS said.

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Aria belongs to me.

[jamiethetrans]

Taken (Modern AU) - Ch 6

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader Series: Taken (Modern AU) Taglist

AN: Hey everyone! Another chapter is up!

I’ve noticed some of you from the taglist can’t be tagged. I don’t know why, I’ve double checked for the third time today and I am sure I have written everything correct. If you find your name in the taglist but isn’t tagged, try and see if anything is out of the ordinary for you on your profile. I do apoligize for the inconvinience.

•

“You asked her out?!”, Daniela squeaked as she and her sisters along with their father sat in the living room, watching tv. Alcina had just mentioned she was going out Friday night. She hadn’t even mentioned where she was going or who she was going out with.

Alcina stared at her youngest for a moment before turning to Jeremy who held up his arms in defense. “Don’t look at me, I didn’t tell them anything”

“So it’s true then. You’re going out with her”, Bela said this time and Alcina could hear the protectiveness in her voice.

“Yes. Doctor y/l/n and I are going out Friday night. I hope you don’t mind”, she said, the last sentence with a pit of sarcasm.

“Of course not mama. We want you to be happy”, Cassandra said eyeing her sisters with a look making them both roll their eyes, but kept quiet. “But you’re still gonna come to my game Saturday right?”

Alcina smiled at Cassandra and nodded. “Of course darling”

Cassandra smiled wide and looked at her father. “Are you going too papa?”

That made everyone turn to the man and said man looked his daughter for a moment before turning to Alcina who already knew the answer. “Cass I–“

“Jeremy”, Alcina warned and Jeremy turned to her.

“Alcina I have work”

“This means everything to her!”

Jeremy eyed her before turning to Cassandra who sat with tears in her eyes. “Cassandra I–“, he was interrupted as she stood from the couch and ran out of the room and up the stairs.

Bela immediately stood as well, and walked after her. “Why are you always working?”, Daniela asked innocently and Jeremy turned to her.

“My boss is strict. Look I will try to make it okay? But I can’t make any promises” He turned to Alcina who eyed him knowingly. He wasn’t going to come and they both knew it.

•

“Ugh this dress is hideous!”, you hissed as you went through your wardrobe. On your bed sat Eli and Jane, watching you. You and Jane had planned to find a dress for your date with Alcina. But right now it did not seem possible. Somehow none of the dresses you owned were good enough.

“Y/n you look gorgeous in all of them”, she said, making you turn to her with a look. “Right Eli?”

The boy nodded silently and you gave him a smile making him blush. You turned back to you closet, looking through all of your dresses. A beeping sound was heard and Jane widened her eyes.

“Uh! The popcorns are done”, she said and half ran out of bedroom to the kitchen.

“Popcorn? Seriously?”, you commented turning back around, a frown covering your face. You turned to your son who smiled back at you. “Really?”

He smiled wider, letting out a small chuckle and you couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling yourself. Your son was just the cutest.

You walked over to him and kissed his forehead before crouching down in front of him. “Are you sure you’re okay with mommy going out?”, you asked for the third time that day and Eli actually rolled his eyes making you chuckle.

“Yeah mommy. Tall lady pretty”, he said making you smile.

“Yeah. She really is pretty isn’t she?”

Elijah nodded and you smiled, bringing him in for a hug. You closed your eyes, letting yourself savor the moment, smelling his smell that was all your wife. “I love you buddy”, you whispered and kissed his cheek making the boy chuckle.

“Love you mommy”

You smiled and kissed him again when you heard crunching in the background and looked over to see Jane standing in the door way, a bowl of popcorn in her hands, leaning against the doorframe.

“You’re so sweet”, she commented and you let out a chuckle shaking your head as you stood from the floor.

“Just help me please”

Jane smiled and walked back to her seat next to Elijah, placing the bowl on the boy’s lap, making him smile wide and take a popcorn into his mouth.

“Not too much buddy, okay?”, you told him sternly and Elijah nodded.

“Yes mommy”

Jane smiled at the boy, stroking his hair. She took a handful of popcorn before turning to you. “Alright hot shot. Show me what you got”

•

Bela sat in Cassandra’s bed watching tv while her sister slept next to her, her head on her shoulder. Daniela was sitting by Cassandra’s desk, writing on her MacBook. Whenever she had the time between school and work, she always wrote her stories.

“What are you writing about?”, Bela asked quietly and Daniela turned to her, staring back at her. And right there Bela knew what she was writing.

“You’re writing smut aren’t you?”

Daniela mumbled a ‘yeah’ before suddenly a knock was heard and they both turned to see Jeremy open the door. “Hey, may I come in?”

They both nodded, Daniela closing her MacBook while Bela turned off the tv. Jeremy walked in and sat on the end of the bed.

“Should I wake–“

“No, it’s okay, I’ll talk to her later, let her sleep”, he stopped his oldest and Bela nodded, letting her sister continue to sleep.

“I’m sorry I’m not here more often”, Jeremy started out. “And I know work isn’t an excuse. I’m your father. I should be here for you”

Bela and Daniela shared a look and Jeremy knew they were silently speaking to each other. They all did that. Alcina had told him about it a few years ago. It was something they had done ever since they could communicate with each other.

“But… work isn’t the only reason I’m not here”, he said and the girls turned to him. “I’m seeing this girl, and–“

“But I thought you loved mother”, Bela said as a matter of fact and that made both Jeremy and Daniela turned to her.

“How did you–“

“You’re not that hard to read father”, she said and Daniela still sat with widened eyes, turning to her father.

“You love mom?”

Jeremy sighed. There was no way denying it now. “I always have. But I know I’m not your mother’s type and I’ve respected and come to terms with that from the first time we met”

“But you still slept together. You still had us”, Daniela insisted and Jeremy turned to her.

“We were young and drunk. We didn’t exactly plan on having kids together, let alone sleeping with each other”

The two girls turned to each other again and Jeremy sighed turning to Cassandra who was still sleeping peacefully against Bela.

“But that doesn’t make me love you any less. I promised Alcina I would be here and I intend to keep that promise”, he continued making the girls turn back to him.

“I’m looking for houses here in New York. The moment something comes up, I’m moving”, he stated and that made them both smile wide.

“So you’ll live closer to us”, Daniela said and Jeremy nodded with a smile.

“Yes. I wanna see my three beautiful daughters grow up. I don’t wanna miss another second”

That made Daniela smile wide and stood from her seat, hugging her father tight. While they shared their moment Bela turned to the door and noticed her mother eyes in the small opening of the door.

Alcina knocked softly before opening the door further and Daniela and Jeremy turned to her. “Hey, everything alright in here?”

They all three nodded and Alcina met Jeremy’s eyes, the man smiling back at her with an assuring look. She turned and noticed Cassandra sleeping on the bed and smiled at the look. She walked over and carried the girl into her arms, holding her against her chest.

“I’m gonna lay her in the bedroom, while you three can spend some time together”, she whispered and they all three nodded watching her leave with Cassandra in her arms.

Despite the girls being teenagers now, they were still small for their age, and Alcina who had always been tall and muscular could easily still carry them if she wished to do so. That was secretly one of the things she loved most about her children.

Bela was the tallest, Daniella not far behind, while Cassandra was the smallest despite only being the second youngest.

“Have you told mother? About the moving?”, Bela asked once she knew her mother was gone and Jeremy turned to her.

“I have”

“And what did she say?”, Daniela then asked and Jeremy smiled at her.

“The most important thing to your mom is that you three are happy and receive all the love that she and I can give you”

The two girls stared back at him, clear understanding showing in their eyes. “You three and your mother are my greatest adventure. And I have missed more than any father should. I promise I will be better. Much better”

This time Bela moved from her spot on the bed and over to Jeremy, sitting next to him before hugging him tight. “I expect you to keep it”, she said before pulling back and standing from the bed, leaving the bedroom.

Jeremy sighed, knowing it was gonna take more than words to make Bela trust him again. “Don’t worry. You know how she is”

Jeremy smiled at his youngest and squeezed her arm. “Yeah. Now. Tell me about your latest story”, he decided to change the subject and that made Daniela suddenly freeze, a huge blush creeping on her face.

Jeremy frowned at her with confused eyes. “What?”

Unbeknownst to him, her latest story was nothing but pure smut between her two favorite characters; Kim Possible and Sheego.

•

Cassandra opened her eyes and immediately noticed she wasn’t in her own bed with Bela anymore. She could smell her mother’s perfume and saw her scar on her chest. She smiled and snuggled closer in her mother’s embrace.

“I see someone is awake”, Alcina commented as she watched tv on the couch and Cassandra hummed making the woman chuckle. She hugged her daughter closer and Cassandra smiled at the action. She’s always loved her mother’s hugs. They were always so filled with love and her touch filled with tender and care.

Her mother was just her everything. “Was it a good nap dear?”

Cassandra nodded and before Alcina could say anything more, the girl was fast asleep again. Alcina smiled and kissed her forehead. A few minutes later Jeremy came back and sat down next to her, watching the tv as well.

“How did it go?” Alcina asked and Jeremy turned to her. He looked down at Cassandra and stroked her hair softly before moving his hand down to hers, holding onto it.

“Daniela is happy I’m moving. They both are. Bela just…”, he trailed off and Alcina nodded in understanding.

“She just needs some time Jer”

“I know, I know. I just want to prove I can actually be there you know”

Alcina nodded and they sat in silence as Alcina watched the tv while Jeremy looked at Cassandra, feeling his heart burst with love.

“I’m so sorry Alci… I’ve been such a bad father to them and even a worse best friend to you”, he softly whispered and Alcina turned to him, looking into his eyes. “I wanna be better”

Alcina looked down his on Cassandra’s and placed her own hand on top of his. “You will be”

Jeremy looked down at their hands and smiled at the sight.

•

You stood in front of the mirror in your bedroom looking over the dress you had chosen to wear. It had taken you and Jane almost an hour to find a dress that you liked.

Eli had just sat and ate all the popcorn. Normally you would have stopped him earlier but you couldn’t get yourself to do so. He deserved the best.

“Mommy?”

You turned around and saw Elijah standing in the doorway, his hands behind his back. “Yes honey?”

“Are you… are you gon-gon leave me?”

You felt your heart break at his small and insecure voice. “What? No honey, of course not”, you assured him walking over and crouching in front of him. He looked down in sadness and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Why was he feeling like this all of the sudden.

“But-but you gon love somebody else”, he said and you suddenly realized he was talking about Alcina.

“Oh honey”, you whispered and hugged him tight, which instantly made him cry and you felt your own eyes getting watery. “Eli I love you. I will never leave you, no matter who comes into our lives, okay?“

Elijah nodded but kept crying, holding onto you for dear life. “You’re my everything”, you whispered, kissing his temple softly.

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[mochegato]

Even the Losers

Chapter 18

Chapter 1     Chapter 17

Mari waved up at Nightwing before turning toward the café.  He grinned and waved back.  No sense of embarrassment at getting caught like Red Robin had the day before.  She didn’t know enough about him to know if it was because he wasn’t hiding, Red Robin had given him a warning that she knew someone would be there, or because he had no sense of embarrassment, or most likely, a combination of all of those.

Adrien looked up and grinned too.  “What time did he take over?”

Marinette shrugged and cut through the café’s outdoor seating.  “Later than yesterday.  When did Dick leave?  It was some time after that.”

Adrien looked at him for a moment and shook his head. He looked back at Marinette before the memory of sleep deprived Marinette hit him.  He grimaced.  It was hit or miss whether she would be funny, emotional, or a danger to herself. If Batman was the same… “I really hope Batman doesn’t have a day job because with all the all-nighters he’s pulling, he would have to be a zombie at work.”

Marinette giggled at the idea.  “Can you imagine Batman with a day job?  What do you think he does?  Like, could you imagine him as a kindergarten teacher?”  Marinette’s giggles grew into full blown laughter. She finally was able to gasp out, “Batman complimenting some little kid’s rainbow and assuring them that making the entire rainbow the same color was extremely creative and beautiful.  Or trying to guess what animal they drew.”

Adrien laughed and patted her arm to get her to stop.  “Wait, wait. Batman crouching next to a toddler and explaining for the eighth time in the last three minutes that Pete the Cat is in fact a cat, not a dog before patting them on the head and walking away to scream into a nap mat.”

Marinette Laughed hard enough she almost missed the door handle.  She jumped when Adrien suddenly grabbed her arm.  She turned to him wide eyed but she immediately relaxed.  He was bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement.  “No, no, no.  A PA to some… NO, to M. Wayne!  Batman as M. Wayne’s PA.  Oh my God, can you imagine?”

Marinette giggled and shook her head at him, pushing through the door.  Well, that would certainly explain why the bats seemed so close to the Waynes.  She spotted Duke and waved.  He jumped up and waved them over.  “Hey, Duke.  I hope you don’t mind that I brought Adrien.”

“Not at all,” Duke gave them both a hug.  He looked toward the bathroom with a smile. “Good to see you again, man.  I hope you don’t mind that Cass and I both brought someones too.”  Cass and Stephanie were walking toward them with a red headed woman in a wheelchair. Duke leaned toward them and lowered his voice so the women approaching couldn’t hear him.  “Brought is a really liberal term for what happened.  I am so sorry.  I knew we shouldn’t have mentioned meeting with you in front of Stephanie.”

“Hey Cass,” Marinette called out.  She and Adrien waved at her.  “Good to see you again, Stephanie.”

Cass waved back and nodded with a wide smile. “Marinette!” Stephanie chirped. “I’d say what a coincidence we ran into you guys here…”

“But that would be a lie,” Barbara finished for her. “Hi,” she held out her hand for them, “I’m Barbara.”

Marinette smiled and stepped forward to shake her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.  I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Well yeah we crashed,” Stephanie rolled her eyes and dropped into a seat across from Marinette.  She sent a playful glare toward Duke.  “You guys have been keeping her all to yourselves all week.  It’s our turn to hang out with her again.  Not to mention I wanted to catch up with the woman who fed the Riddler’s own balls to him for everyone to see.”

“And we wanted to see how you’re doing after it,” Barbara added with a chastising look to Stephanie.  She turned to side eye Duke.  “We tried to check with the boys but they were less than helpful.”

Marinette shrugged and leaned back slightly, not enough for anyone else in the café to notice but everyone else at the table picked up on it.  “I’m fine. It wasn’t bad.  More embarrassed he caught me in the first place.”

Stephanie waved her off.  “Please,” she scoffed.  “He had to knock out like an entire block just to get you.  That’s better than some of the bats.”

“Well, you look like you’re healing well,” Barbara nodded with a supportive smile.

Marinette smiled as naturally as she could and tried to control how much she was shifting in her seat.  She really, really hated talking about the whole thing with not only people who didn’t know she had been a superhero, but with the Waynes after that dinner, so that was two strikes against discussing this right now.

She’d been able to joke about it and moan about how contrived the whole setup with Alya and Nino.  They’d laughed all night about the audacity.  Not only had he thought he could stump her with a question about Chat Noir, he thought he would win against her in a game that relied on luck or rather bad luck not striking.  It was almost enough to make her forget the way the dinner had ended.  It was exactly what she had needed.  But she couldn’t do that here.

“Yeah,” she chuckled anxiously.  “My cheek seems to be doing well.  I’m hoping I can cover it with makeup by next week.”

“How’s your shoulder?” Duke asked motioning toward the shoulder she’d rammed into the doorframe when she was running away.

Marinette blinked at him a few times before she quirked her head to the side, her face scrunching in confusion.  “How did you know about that?”

She could see the rest of the table tense up, Adrien included but for the same reason as her, confusion on how he’d known. She had no idea why the rest were tensing up.  Duke chuckled awkwardly, sending looks over to the women at the table.  “He’s covering for me,” Barbara finally spoke up.

“Why is… what is he covering up for?” Marinette asked cautiously.

“My father is the police commissioner,” she said quietly.  “I may have snuck a look at the police report… slightly illegally… and read about your injuries.”

Marinette shook her head.  “But, I didn’t tell them about that.”

“No,” Barbara acknowledged, “but Signal did.”

Marinette nodded, trying to process that information. “Huh,” was all she managed to eke out. Her mind raced trying to figure out what to say next.  She was saved from trying to figure out how to move the conversation along by the waiter. The topic seemed to fade away naturally as everyone put in their order.

As soon as the waiter left, Duke clapped his hands with a bright smile.  “So, Steph, you said again.  I take it you guys have met before?”

“At the gala,” Adrien nodded.  “Only briefly though.  We,” he motioned between him and Stephanie, “spoke for a little bit, but Marinette only spoke with her for a few seconds.”

Stephanie grimaced at the reminder.  “Yeah… not exactly the ideal meeting.”

Marinette waved her off.  “Not your fault.  Don’t worry about it.”  She sent her a sincere smile.

“No,” Stephanie agreed.  “It’s Bruce’s.”

Cass pulled out a credit card with a wicked grin. “On Bruce.”

Barbara nodded.  “Exactly.  Therefore, this lunch is on Bruce.  Maybe we should go shopping after this too?”  She raised an eyebrow at Marinette.

Marinette giggled and shook her head.  “No, thank you.  That’s okay.  I’m good.”

Stephanie’s eyes lit up.  She leaned closer to Marinette like she was sharing a secret. “Speaking of the gala, how did you get tickets to the gala anyway?  We never figured it out.”  Barbara groaned lightly and smacked her on the shoulder.  They had just changed the subject.  Marinette probably did not want to talk about the gala, where they raved about their family and the newest member, which was not her and did not did not include her.

Instead of freezing up or withdrawing, like Barbara worried she would, Marinette started laughing.  Her eyes were sparkling with mirth.  She leaned closer to them over the table and lowered her voice. “I pimped out my friend,” she confided with a smirk.

The rest of the table froze until Adrien groaned and Stephanie and Duke started laughing loud enough to draw disapproving looks from neighboring tables.  Cass raised an eyebrow, but her lips were quirked up in amusement.  “Say that again,” Barbara prompted.

Marinette shrugged and took a sip of her drink.  “I don’t know if it counts as pimping if he did it willingly.  He was willing to do it for Max.”

“Oh my God, Marinette.”  Adrien ran his hand over his face in exasperation.

“What exactly was he willing to do?” Barbara’s voice was now less amused and more wary.

“That was the worst possible way to say it,” Adrien groaned.

“You know, maybe I don’t want to know the answer to that…” Barbara hedged.  She leaned away from Marinette cautiously.

Marinette laughed at Adrien’s frustration and bumped his shoulder with hers.  “I offered up a date with Luka Coffaine to Audrey Bourgeois’ PA in exchange for the tickets she turned down,” she explained.

There was absolute silence for a few seconds until Stephanie broke the silence.  “You know Luka Coffaine?” she yelled.  

Everyone in the café turned slowly to look at them. Marinette’s eyes widened and looked around at them.  She gave them an awkward smile and a wave before turning back to the table.  Before she could chastise Stephanie, Cass was already on top of it.  She pointed sternly around the restaurant and back at Stephanie.  Stephanie nodded guiltily.  “Yeah, yeah.  Sorry.” She turned back to Marinette excitedly. “I just…” she lowered her voice and leaned closer to Marinette.  “You know Luka Coffaine?”

Marinette rolled her eyes at her excitement.  It was always so bizarre to see people’s reaction to Luka.  It was Luka. Just Luka.  Calm, reserved, laidback Luka.  The hysteria around his name just never seemed to fit.  “Yeah, I mean, we dated for a while so… yeah.”

“You dated Luka Coffaine!” Stephanie yelled again, receiving glares from everyone at the table.  Marinette shrunk down in her chair and gave a strained, apologetic smile to the rest of the café.  Cass slapped Stephanie’s shoulder and shook her head.  Stephanie waved her off and focused back on Marinette.  “Yeah, yeah.  Discretion.  Whatever. She dated Luka freaking Coffaine,” Stephanie insisted, motioning to Marinette.

“You dated Tim Drake,” Duke pointed out.

Stephanie snorted.  “That’s just Tim.  He’s just a big dork.  She dated…”

“Yeah we got it,” Barbara cut her off.

“Really, so is Luka,” Adrien shrugged.  “Probably more so, just about music.”  Marinette cocked her head to the side in thought for a few seconds before nodding in agreement.  He really was.

“Holy shit.  Did he introduce you to his dad?”  Stephanie was bouncing in her seat at the idea and the potential for an inside scoop on Jagged Stone.

“No,” Marinette answered.  She smiled internally at the way all their faces, except for Adrien’s fell, just a bit, almost imperceptibly, as if trying to hide their disappointment.  “I already knew him.”

“You know Jagged Stone?” Stephanie yelled. Marinette cringed as she sent the other patrons another apologetic smile.

Duke leaned over closer to her so he could whisper in her ear, though his voice intentionally carried across the table. “Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this anymore.”

“No!” Stephanie screeched, before catching what she did and settling down, a mask of composure settling on her face.  “I’m fine now.  I just needed to get that out.  I’m calm.” She stared at them for a few seconds before almost lunging across the table.  Adrien deftly moved his and Marinette’s drinks before she knocked them over in her zeal.  “Please tell me more.”

Marinette’s eyes widened and she started laughing.  “You realize you’re basically a daughter to the richest man in the world.  If you wanted to meet Jagged Stone, you could.”

Cass shook her head.  “Different.”

Barbara nodded.  “She’s right it is different.  You dated his son.  That’s a different type of knowing someone.”

“So you met Luka through Jagged?” Stephanie pressed.

Marinette suddenly looked uncomfortable.  She was not really excited to talk about their family dynamic and secrets.  It was a little too close to her own and she really, really wanted to move past that, not dwell on it more.  “No… I met Luka through my friend Juleka, his sister.  We went to school together for ages.  They’re both some of my best friends.”

“And she introduced you to Jagged?” Duke asked curiously.  He could tell something was off about this based on the way Marinette responded, but he wasn’t sure what.

“No… um…” she stuttered.  “I met Jagged through a school project.  Designed some sunglasses for him and we’ve been close ever since.”  Adrien grabbed her hand and squeezed it under the table

Stephanie looked between the two of them and plastered on a bright smile.  “So what I’m hearing is you can hook us up with some tickets next time he comes into town.”

Marinette laughed lightly.  “Either one of us could, yes.”

“Or for Clara Nightengale,” Adrien added in. “She loves Marinette, too.  She wanted her in one of her videos.”

“She wanted you in it too,” Marinette reminded him.

“No,” he corrected her, “Gabriel got me into it. She just had to deal with it.  She didn’t choose me.  She chose you.  She worked to get you in the video.”

Marinette opened her mouth to refute that but snapped it shut quickly as the words resonated in her head.  She meant more because Clara chose her.  He was thrust on Clara.  But it didn’t mean he was unwanted.  She looked down at her food and took a bite, trying to cover her sudden inability to breathe.  Trying to give herself time to process.  She needed to pack that away for later when she could properly unpack that statement, deconstruct it, and then finally reconstruct it in some skewed, perverted version of the original situation.

Adrien immediately froze seeing her reaction. He opened his mouth to say something but Marinette squeezed his hand under the table before he could, a silent message they could talk about it later, when they were alone, or at least not with an audience comprised of Waynes.

“So how did you meet Mons…” she stuttered.  It felt strange to call him M. Wayne when everyone else at the table was calling him Bruce.  Should she call him Bruce too?  Like they did.  Like Dick did?  Or B, like Jason did?  “…M. Wayne?” she finally settled on.

Duke grimaced.  They had a cover story, but was he really going to give Bruce’s daughter the cover story?  The truth involved Batman.  But Bruce hadn’t told her about that part of their lives yet, and even if he had told her, he certainly hadn’t told Adrien.  “It’s a long story…”

Marinette smiled encouragingly at him.  “We have time.” She saw him falter and felt her own smile falter.  She took note of the way the women had frozen up as well.  God, what was she doing?  M. Wayne had said how they met.  Why was she bringing that up now?  What was she thinking?  Even if he was okay discussing that trauma, he probably didn’t want to open up about it with a stranger.  

“You don’t have to tell me,” she assured him.  “It’s… it’s fine.”  She looked around desperately for something else to talk about, a change of topic to make the conversation not so awkward.  “You graduate from school next year, right?”  Duke blinked a few times before he let out a breath and nodded.  She let out a breath as well when the rest of the table seemed to relax at her question.  “Do you have plans for after you graduate?  Are you going to take a gap year or go to university or get a job?”

“I haven’t really decided yet.  Go to Gotham University, I guess,” he shrugged.

Marinette smiled disarmingly at him.  “You don’t have to decide now.  You have time.”

The waiter interrupted Marinette’s response with their food.  They gave their thanks and started eating.  “So what have you missed the most while you’ve been here?” Barbara asked.

“My parents’ cooking definitely,” Marinette grinned as she looked at her food. It didn’t look bad, but compared to her parents’ cooking… well not much compared.  “And the atmosphere.  Gotham is…” she looked around them as she thought of an unoffensive way to end that sentence.

“Dreary as Hell,” Stephanie finished for her.  “Yeah, we know.”

“I swear you guys have more gargoyles than we do though, which is just strange to me,” Adrien added.  “We were supposed to have the market cornered on gothic architecture.”

“Oh, you still do.  We just took the most depressing, dismal, gloomy, nightmare inducing parts and ran with it,” Duke grinned.  “But I would like to see Paris sometime.  Go see the Eiffel Tower… and jump off it.”

Barbara, Stephanie, and Cass all groaned at him.  Barbara gave him a stern look and pointed a warning finger in his face. “Not during the day.”

Duke laughed at her.  “Well I’m not going to do it at night.”

“Do it at sunrise,” Marinette advised.  “Less gendarmerie around then and if you angle it correctly, you get the most gorgeous view of the sunrise.”

“Bring sunglasses if you jump that way though.  I didn’t and I saw spots for hours.  Oh, and stretch first too,” Adrien added.  “You’re going to have to parkour for quite a while to try to ditch the GN.”

The rest of the table stared at them, jaws dropped in shock.  There was absolute silence at the table except for the sounds of Marinette sipping her drink and Adrien chewing his food. “You’ve…” Duke started almost too in awe to be able to finish the sentence.  “You’ve jumped off the Eiffel Tower?”

Marinette nodded and motioned between the two of them.  “Both of us have.  Both during an akuma attack and not.  Not was much preferable to during.”

“Isn’t that illegal?” Stephanie asked slowly.  She was like 90% positive it was but during akuma attacks, who knew what was legal anymore and Hell, maybe they had days where they gave exceptions. Stranger things have happened.

Marinette speared a bit of food and pointed it at her.  “Only if you get caught.”  She popped the food in her mouth with a triumphant grin.

Barbara blinked at her a few times and shook her head because dear God, there was another one.  She was going to fit right in.  No wonder she and Duke got along so well.  Both creative, smart, kind, thrill seeking, dumbasses.  “I’m pretty sure that’s not how that works,” she deadpanned.

Adrien shrugged and took a sip of his drink.  “I don’t know.  We didn’t get arrested, so I’m pretty sure it is.”

Duke and Stephanie started laughing hysterically.  They looked over at Cass with raised eyebrows when they settled down. Cass stared intently at Marinette and Adrien for a few seconds, staring into them like she was reading their souls. Marinette and Adrien looked at each other with identical unsure looks and subconsciously leaned back at the same time, shuffling in their seats.  Cass stared at them for just a few more seconds before she nodded.

“Holy shit,” Duke muttered in awe.  “You were telling the truth.”

Marinette looked back over at Adrien for an explanation he clearly didn’t have, judging by the blank look on his face before looking back at Duke.  “Uh… yeah?”

“What just happened?” Adrien asked tentatively.

“Sorry about that,” Barbara sent them a disarming smile.  “Cass is kind of like a human lie detector.  She is exceptionally good at telling if someone is lying.  She just confirmed that you two were not.”

Marinette blinked at Barbara a few times before turning to Cass and blinking at her.  “Huh… good to know,” she nodded slowly.  Her eyes stayed on Cass but it was clear her mind was running a mile a minute behind them.  After a few seconds she spoke up again.  “Can you tell the lies people tell themselves too?”

Cass quirked her head to the side and studied Marinette for a moment and shook her head.  “Have to know.”

Marinette nodded and silently took a bite of her food. “Well, that has to come in handy,” Adrien chirped.  “Remind me to take you with me when I meet people.”

Marinette could feel eyes boring into her.  She looked back over at Cass and raised a curious eyebrow at her.  “Hero,” she finally said.

Marinette coughed for a second and looked back at her with her most convincing blank look.  “I’m sorry.  What?”

Cass nodded toward Marinette.  “Eiffel Tower.”

Marinette chuckled disarmingly and shook her head. “You think I’m a lot more honorable than I am.  You think it’s more likely that I was a hero than that I knowingly, intentionally, purposefully violated the law for fun.”  She leaned closer to Cass with a smirk.  “But I can assure you, I regularly did.”

The others at the table looked to Cass.  She quirked her head to the side and gave a small smile before nodding.  “Truth.”  Cass pointed to herself.  “Next time.”

Marinette grinned and nodded excitedly. “Absolutely.”

Duke cleared his throat.  “And Duke,” Cass added.

Marinette chuckled.  “Of course.  We can make a New Kids Club event out of it.”

“And me!” Stephanie chirped.

Barbara sighed and turned to Adrien.  “Dick said you had a job interview yesterday.  How did it go?”

Marinette beamed at Adrien as he responded. Adrien’s face lit up.  “It went well I think.  I think I’d really enjoy working there!  I met the department chair and other professors.  It looks like a really supportive department and University, very research oriented.”

“Where is it?” Duke asked between bites.

“Metropolis,” Adrien answered, his fondness he’d already developed for the city bleeding into his tone.

“Oooh, Conner lives there.  If you’re still deciding if you want to live there or if you need a tour guide, or recommendations on where to eat, he’d be more than happy to help,” Stephanie offered.

Marinette’s smile turned into a pointed smirk and Adrien groaned quietly.  “Conner, did you say?”

Stephanie looked between them, her brow furrowing in confusion.  “Yeah?”

“That wouldn’t happen to be Tim’s single friend would it?”  Her eyes never left Adrien as she asked, her smirk somehow getting even sharper.

Adrien groaned even louder when he looked over and saw Cass’ smile matched Marinette’s and Duke and Stephanie both had devious, familiar looking glints in their eyes.  This was clearly payback for all his attempts to set Marinette and Chloe up with different people.  “Why yes, yes it is.  How about that,” Duke grinned.

Cass pulled out her phone and moved her finger around the screen for a second then finally looked up with an innocent looking smile.  Adrien groaned and dropped his head into his hands.  “I’m not even in this family.  Why am I being punished?”

Barbara laughed and popped a bit of food in her mouth. “That’s funny.  You think just because there’s no paperwork, you haven’t been adopted already.  I made that mistake at first too.”

Chapter 19

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