#Jail. Jail to Bruce for thousand years

[the--firevenus]

The missed opportunity of this fandom to not make an au of baby Terry being Bruce child and last of the Batfam addition

HEAR ME OUT. I KNOW THIS IS VERY FANON AND OOC... BUT CONSIDER THIS. IT'S FUNNY. AND FUN.

In the au Terry exist via clone made by Cadmus or something ala Conner Kent, but instead of mix DNA with someone, it's purely Bruce's DNA, and maybe some enhancement (maybe actually mix with someone but idk, put that in the clipboard) .. But here the catch, somehow the existing of this tube baby caught in the wind and he was rescue by the Batfam (don't asked me the logistic, stick with me, this is brainstorming session)

But, unlike the usual test tube kid or whatever. Terry is just a human baby, a child. Sure Bruce had taken care of Damian when he's young but not this young. And technically? Terry is his son?? Right?? Logistically???? If he raise him? Even tho he also technically a clone??? Whatever. Put that on the clipboard.

Que in the shenanigans, Bruce that was like thinking he's a veteran of taking care of kids by now, suddenly fubbling and start at square one of parenting again cuz THIS IS A BABY... Sure he had took care of other people baby for a bit, learning how to change their diaper and make baby formula... But that someone's else's kid and he only took care of them for a while... THIS IS NEW.. NEW BABY... WHAT IS SUPPOSED TO DO!?!?!? (some part of him was kinda happy to take care of Terry that young cuz he never got the chance to do the same to Damian)

Que Dick kinda amused seeing Bruce looked like the same guy that first adopted him, clueless of parenting (even tho that's not true) and unsure, I think he'd help Bruce around when he had the time, buying baby formula and diapers, or maybe offer to cover Bruce's patrol shift once in a while (you think you've seen Bruce being sleep deprived juggling his vigilante life, his playboy sona life and being a dad of 6+? THINK AGAIN. the new baby had him PASSED THE FUCK OUT whenever he can. Plus man is old. You can't blame him for no longer as agile as new parents are)

I think Jason (if we assume this au is Jason and Bruce relationship being better) would be like "I'm only here to see the baby", and he did, but he also told Bruce to go nap "you look like me after lazarus pit old man", in my head Jason I'd a great babysitter cuz he had helped Roy with Lian, he knows his way, kinda, while talking to the baby as if it's a big man, "listen when you're older, I'm your favourite okay, and I will taught you All the things B didn't want you to do >:)"

Felt like Tim would be the most experienced in the "clone but also not really" department cuz... Yk... Probably advocate any health check if Bruce asked, he may experience with it on someone older in age but Terry is a baby, they need plan if things goes sour and Tim had plans if Bruce need backup. With that said, I like to think when he hold Terry up in his arm, he's suddenly the most over protective brother ever, "I only have this child for a day but if anything happen to him, I will kill everyone in this room and then myself" (and he meant it 100%)

In my head Damian would be the one that felt the most conflicted of Terry existent, on one hand.. Yes they technically share the same blood as the Waynes, but he also so used of being the youngest one, suddenly he felt his position threaten even tho he's aware this baby can't even defeat him even with 100 years of training, he scowl at the baby in Bruce's arm, unpleased of this newcomer that threatening his heir position,,, then baby Terry hold Damian hand and how the tiny baby hand can only hold one of his finger.. " He is so weak father.." "that's because he's still little.." "he's useless.... I shall be there to train him stronger when he's of age." ( "in the meanwhile I will protect his soft bones")

Alfred when he saw baby Terry was a bit stunned, he looked just like baby Bruce it's actually insane but also endearing. Suddenly he smile so fondly remembering the day when Thomas and Martha show him then newly born Bruce to him, so soft, so fragile, so innocent untouched of the cruelty of the world. He found himself promising to do his duty to this new Wayne the same way he said to Thomas and Martha the day Bruce's born.

[vspertilian]

i do think the rogue that annoys bruce the most is firefly. like he just has no respect for that dude at all. he's just a pain in the ass.

[myblissfulignorance]

Gonna post some of my writing here on tumblr, heres chapter 1 of my Batman/MAWS space au

You can find me at SoulsGenesis on Ao3

Edit: forgot to post the title of the fic lol

Space Oddity

~~~

Dick knew he was an asshole. He wasn't as blind to his faults as Bruce. Yeah, it was shitty to be jealous of a thirteen year old boy for being more lovable than you, but he was trying ok?

Life in Bludhaven was calmer than usual and he's been entertaining the idea of becoming a gymnastics teacher. Last time he visited Jason at the manor he decided to give him some pointers on Robin and Dick really enjoyed the experience. It opened his eyes about the amazing kid Bruce took in and was the first big step in getting to know his new little brother.

So yeah, he was jealous, but he couldn't hate the poor kid. It didn't help that Jason was able to make Alfred laugh for the first time in ages.

When he left, he gave Jason his number and a promise to keep his door open anytime he needed it. Which was a good thing, because not two weeks later, he found Jason soaked to the bone like a stray kitten outside his apartment.

Dick blinked at the shivering boy in front of him and ushered him inside, grabbing another pair of baggy clothes and a towel for him to use. As Jason took a shower, Dick set to making some hot chocolate on the stove for them. They both sat in comfortable silence before Dick broke it.

“What'd Bruce do this time Little Wing?”

He huffed a sigh of air that lifted his bangs, his curls turning frizzy as they dried.

“He grounded me! Says I don't listen well enough in the field and left me to go on some stupid mission with the Justice League. How am I supposed to listen to him when he never listens to me? I heard what those robbers were gonna do and I stopped them before they did it. How am I in the wrong?” Jason slouched and took another sip of his coco.

Dick let out a breath and set his drink on the table. “Well Jay, you can't put someone in jail before they commit a crime.” - “I knew you were gonna agree with him!” - “But, I hate to break it to you, Bruce wouldn't let you patrol without him regardless. He probably used this as an excuse.”

Jason groaned and melted further into the couch. Dick silently wondered if he was like that at Jason's age.

“Well since you're here, it'd be a shame to waste the opportunity, so can patrol with me until Bruce is back.” He said.

Dick picked up their cups and felt joy writhe in his chest at Jason's happy cheer.

~~~

Though he knew it was the calm before the storm, Dick soaked in the relative peacefulness of his city. Jason was chatting at his side, rambling about the different books he'd read recently. Dick never really got immersed in reading, but became interested in the different intricacies and themes Jason spoke about. He'd apparently started a pseudo book club with Alfred.

“-and Agent A told me that Poe was the pioneer of detective novels! If he hadn't written Tell-Tale Heart then stories like Sherlock Holmes might not even exist today.”

Dick threw in another appropriate, oh wow, as he ate more ice cream. He was captivated less by the knowledge itself and more that Jason knew so much about this at his age.

“It's not fair that he was unacknowledged until way after he died.” Jason said as he took another bite out of his cone. Dick nodded as he looked over the city.

“It's like that for many artists, scientists too. Van Gough's paintings didn't sell while he was alive, and now they're worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.” he said.

“You don't appreciate something until it's gone.” Jason said solemnly.

They sat in silence as they finished their ice cream, looking over the glittering lights of the city and the sounds of night traffic.

“Hey Dick..?” Jason's voice was tentative, almost a whisper in the wind.

“Yeah Little Wing?” He said. Jason was twisting the paper wrapper of his cone between his hands, the sticky treat finished and forgotten.

“So.. in school we're learning about cells and DNA and stuff, and our teacher wants us to make a family tree..” Jason chewed on his lip.

I found out that Catherine wasn't my birth mom.” He twisted the paper harder. “I didn't wanna bring it up to B because I don't want him to think I'm not grateful or that he's not my dad because he is my dad but I wanna find her and her names not even on my birth certificate-”

“Jay, breathe, it's ok. I'm sure B would love to help you out, it's great that you have family, the more the merrier.” Dick put his hand on his shoulder. “If you wanna keep him out, that's ok too, I'm as much of a detective as he is. With us together we could find her in no time.”

Dick wasn't sure what to do about the expression on Jason's face, so he pulled him into a hug. And if there was a wet patch on his suit later, no there wasn't.

~~~

The next few days of patrol passed with little incident, and Dick and Jason were able to narrow down the list of possible ‘Mama Todds’ some. Robin was a few blocks away, he'd gotten more confident running around Bludhaven in this past week. It was one of his last nights in the city because Bruce was  almost done wrapping up his League business. 

Dick accepted the call that pinged on his com as he landed on a high rise. He smiled at Alfred's voice over the radio.

“Nightwing. It seems there are rumors Joker is going to be up to something in the near future. I doubt anything will happen before Batman is back in Gotham, but I wanted to give you a warning.” He said.

“ ‘Course, i'll keep a lookout. Thanks A.”

Alfred said goodbye and cut the connection. Dick headed out again as he called Jason.

“Hey Robin, just got a heads up from Agent A that the clown has been active recently, we should meet back up for now.” He said.

“Copy that ‘Wing, I'm gonna check up on this kid then head your way, he seems lost.”

Dick hummed as he flew towards his general direction. He heard murmurs of a conversation as Jason spoke to the kid, it sounded like they were lost. Dick was startled as he heard a pained grunt on the other side of the comm.

“Robin what-” there was a loud scramble and he heard Jason's voice faintly.

“ ‘Wing! It's a trap! Don't-” static.

“Jay!” Dick shot out like a bullet pulling up his last location.

He found the alley empty save for the unconscious kid, Jason's belt, and a single card.

The Joker had Robin.

~~~

Dick didn't know why the Joker was in Blud. His obsession was with the Bat, not with his sons. Joker usually waited for a Bat sighting before starting his plans. The fact that he's coming out now, when it's well known that Batman is halfway across the world, does not bode well for Robin.

And also the very obvious trail left in the wake of his kidnapping. Definitely a trap.

Joker had about a twenty minute head start after Dick left the kid in the capable hands of paramedics. The van itself wasn't hard to track with the many reports and traffic violations reported over the police scanner. It was left crashed out near an abandoned factory at the edge of the harbor.

Dick snuck inside through a broken window. He danced silently through empty offices and neglected machinery looking for signs of movement, a flash of red, anything.

He found two shot dead and thrown to the side, presumably having lived out their usefulness. Dick ground his teeth but kept searching, the Joker is too dramatic to not end this with a bang.

Dick slipped into a storage area on the second floor to find Jason dangling from a hoist by his cuffed hands. He made a strangled noise and swept the room before lowering the hoist and rubbing the soreness out of Jason's shoulders.

“Bomb, ‘Wing he said there was a bomb, we need to leave.” His voice was raspy, Dick was going to beat the Joker for strangling his baby brother.

“Come on Jay-baby, let's get you outta here.” He lifted Jason into a fireman's carry and ran like a bat outta hell.

Dick had run all the way to the entrance hall when there was a flash and a bang that knocked him clear off his feet. He managed to keep from landing on Jason and was able to hear a faint thump, thump through the ringing of his ears. He crawled over to Jason's limp body, his head was throbbing and he couldn't get enough air in his lungs.

He hears the chilling laughter of the Joker as he passes out.

~~~

Dick woke up with a throbbing head and aching wrists. His mouth was dry, must have been drugged.

“Nice of you to join the party, Boy Wonder.”

Dick tried to jump to his feet but lost his balance. His arms were tied forearm to forearm behind his back. There was a weight on his ankle that clanked as he stumbled to his knees.

Chained too. This is not good.

“Me and little Robin were getting lonely over here.” Joker laughed, he held Jason's limp body with one hand.

Dick tried to cover his sneer with a grin. “I’d hate to be left out.”

The clown sighed. “If you insist. I was done with this broken toy anyways.” He tossed Jay down with a wet plop.

“It really is a shame, we haven't played together in so long. Bats hasn't been the same since you moved to Bludhaven.” He said while twirling a crowbar in his hands.

Alfred knew that Jason went missing. Their best bet was to wait for Bruce, and that meant distracting the Joker for as long as possible. Easy.

Joker threw an arm over his forehead in a ‘woe is me’ pose. “I've been left with him and it's just not the same..”

“Aw, I didn't know you enjoyed my company so much. I'm touched, really.” Dick smiled and tried to assess Jason.

“You’re so much more fun to rile up.” He tapped his chin with hsi spindly fingers. Was Jason still breathing? 

“I wonder..” Joker said. “Which would you hate more, me beating you?” He slammed his foot into Jason's stomach and Dick yelped, pulling against his bonds to try and pull him close.

“Or your brother.”

“Get the fuck away from him!!” Dick thrashed against his bonds.

Joker laughed and laughed and laughed, wiping a tear from his eye.

“Oh you’re just too much.” he said.

Dick couldn’t believe this was happening. It was his worst nightmare come to life. No matter what he did, how much he pulled and tugged at his bindings, Dick couldn’t protect his little brother. Jason tried to put up some resistance, but he had been beaten then drugged and beaten again, he wasn’t getting out of this without help. Except there was no help, because Dick was supposed to be there and he can’t even get out of these ropes-

Dick didn’t know when he started crying. All he knew was that it wouldn’t stop.

~~~

When Joker was done, Jason was a crumpled heap on the floor. Joker stretched and sighed, tossing the crowbar on the floor with a ringing clang.

“Well little birdies, this was fun, but mommy has to go to work now. Can’t have ole’ Batsy catching up just yet.

You’ll love this, see the Government has been dipping its hands in the world of teleporter technology, and I just couldn’t resist taking it for myself. Because let's be honest, as much as I did miss you Boy Wonder, what I really want is Batman how he was in the good old days. With no pesky brats to get in the way of our little game.

And what better way to get you out of the way than to send you off to the cold emptiness of deep space!” he cackled.

He walked towards the door. It was heavy duty with cranks and seals, similar to a submarine.

“Gotham really has its charms. I mean, just look at this time capsule for the university! It’s practically a bomb shelter, so I thought what the heck, if anything could survive space it would be this.

Now kiddies, I left you just enough morphine for one overdose, so use it wisely big brother.” he mocked.

The door opened with a resounding clang. “That is, if you even survive that long. You might just blow up, lucky you!”

Joker twiddled his fingers and snickered as he sealed the room once more.

~~~

Link to Chapter 2:

[laurelwinchester]

curious about your thoughts on the issues with gail simone’s original birds of prey run

the biggest problem for me was sin's origin story. it's, um...dated. to put it lightly.

just to be upfront about it, i love sin lance. i love her to pieces. i see her as not only an important part of dinah's story but lady shiva's. both of these women have a very complicated relationship with legacy and motherhood and sin slots in there so nicely as an added layer to these things.

(and it's so endlessly frustrating that it's like pulling teeth to get comic writers to include sin or even just acknowledge her when male comic book heroes get to keep their kids. bruce adopts fifteen thousand children and gets them maimed and killed and traumatized and that's all perfectly fine, let's drop another sucker into his mess, but dinah can't have her one daughter???? like, this is so not allowed that when they finally did bring sin back they retconned her into her sister???? comic book writers stop being weird about mothers challenge.)

one of the things i really love about this current bop run is that we're finally (it's been 84 years!!!!) getting the chance to know her outside of dinah, outside of shiva, just who she is as a person and a hero in her own right.

i'm ride or die for sin.

but her origin story was hella racist.

this white woman gets dropped into an asian village and the moral of the story ends up being that the people there are all savages and strong white lady needs to take them down and save the poor little asian girl and take her back to america where everything is good and right. and it's like. but...why? why would you do that? gail simone, why would you do that? there wasn't any other way you could think of to bring sin in? it was the white savior trope at work. and the worst part is that it would have been so so so so easy to just...not do that?

shiva, like i mentioned, has an extremely complicated and fraught relationship with motherhood. we know that from cassandra. it wasn't something she wanted. it was something forced on her. then there's dinah, who also struggles with varying different feelings about motherhood and worthiness. plus there's that one comic run that actually had her ability to carry children taken away when she was tortured by the longbow hunters, which easily could have been added to this. and dinah and shiva have a relationship with each other! bit weird, bit toxic, always entertaining. so. just.

make sin shiva's daughter. hell, make her shiva's sister's kid! have her eventually, after the inevitable comic book shenanigans and back and forth, hand her over to dinah because she:

a) doesn't want to be a mother and should not be forced to be one.

b) has at least some form of trust (however fragile) with dinah.

throw in a stipulation that she will come back for sin on her 18th birthday to remake her into the next lady shiva. there's the angst and the built in get out of jail free card for when some dude comic book writer comes along and doesn't want to deal with dinah being a mother because it's not sexy or whatever. it's not a perfect way to bring sin in, but it's so much better than what we got. (this is the story i always go with when i'm writing sin lance.)

it's just so easy to make it not racist. it's so easy to take sin and have her be an extension of the richly layered history that exist between dinah and shiva. it's so easy to give her a better backstory.

but gail simone woke up and chose violence (read: early to mid 2000s era racism) instead.

as someone who really loves that bop run and sin lance (and generally enjoys gail simone's writing) it's really disappointing and frustrating that her origin story is steeped in so much thoughtless racism.

[inkpotsprite]

YOU.

You're the motherfucker that made me cry with your awesome fics. How dare you. Jail. Jail for one thousand years.

(Tone: jokingly hateful)

Please keep writing, your stuff is really fun to read. I love seeing a fic with a somewhat crack-like premise be treated actually seriously. Death and Time are The Sillies. Love them. Please for the love of god, I need to see Bruce torture himself a little ^-^

I won't lie, I got a fright when I saw 'you' in big red letters. Very ominous. I like it.

But really, this is so sweet of you! I'm so happy that you're enjoying my story so far, even more so that you like my OC's (they are pretty silly, I can't deny it) The story was actually intended to be crack, but it was also meant to be short and sweet and we all saw how that turned out. Either way, I'm glad you like it.

Trust me, Bruce has a lot in store from him (I can't say much more without spoiling it) but yes, our resident emotionally inept Bat has so much to learn.

Thank you for sending this in! It brightened up my day 🥰

[notwiselybuttoowell]

Seattle Mayor Bruce Harrell is running for reelection to a second term this year, and a handful of other candidates have jumped into the race so far.

One challenger said he’s seeing the city’s homelessness crisis up close, and it’s fueled his candidacy. Joe Molloy said he came to Seattle in 2021 and was evicted from his Ballard apartment last summer while dealing with health issues. Since then, he’s noticed what he calls “broken chains” of communication between the different services meant to help people who are homeless.

“I fully admit that I am not the most qualified candidate under normal circumstances,” Molloy said. “But I don’t feel like this city is under normal circumstances.”

Seattle has one of the worst rates of unsheltered homelessness in the country.

“I decided to run because I don’t feel like we are treating this like the state of emergency that it is,” he said

Molloy is now a resident of Tent City 3, a communal encampment currently located in a parking lot in Seattle’s University District. Molloy puts in the same hours every resident contributes to helping administer the encampment and serves as a board member of the nonprofit SHARE (Seattle Housing and Resource Effort), as well as making his run for office.

“Your average Seattleite is just kind of worn out on the topic” of homelessness, Molloy said. “So, what I could bring to the table is a sort of understanding, base of knowledge, and willingness to address this issue in a real way.”

His platform calls for thousands more non-congregate emergency shelter units, like tiny homes, and a universal basic income pilot program.

Other candidates for Seattle mayor include Ry Armstrong, one of the leaders of the nonprofit Sustainable Seattle who also serves on the city’s LGBTQ Commission. Armstrong’s platform emphasizes housing investments and workers’ rights.

While the mayor’s race is nonpartisan, Capitol Hill small business owner Rachael Savage is running as a Republican. Savage is calling for a crackdown on public drug use and other types of disorder, and for creation of a city-owned jail and residential treatment for people with substance use disorder.

Thaddeus Whelan’s campaign website said he lives in North Seattle and is concerned about the “rising tide of fascism in America.” His platform is focused on housing, transit, and requiring Seattle police officers to “divest” from the Seattle Police Officers Guild.

Katie Wilson is the general secretary of the Transit Riders Union and a columnist who has written for publications including Crosscut and The Stranger. Wilson said she’s preparing to launch her campaign in the coming days.

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

All I Want For Christmas [a Jay and Frankie fic]

Read on Ao3

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: Softness, mention of difficult parent-child relationships, drinking, angst, idiots in love, nohing bad, basically just cute stuff with flashbacks.

Words: 2,340

Summary: Jay and Frankie's first Christmas with Alma is behind them, and they're reminiscing about past Christmases that weren't always so good.

A/N: I can't believe I used the title I used. Jail for me for one thousand years. It's so tacky and I despise that song. But.... as a title it fucking works, dammit. And titles are always the most difficult. So there you have it. I'm sorry. Also: I obviously know nothing about flying helicopters.

With a deep sigh, Frankie collapses on the couch next to Jay, who grunts when he accidentally shoves her.

”Watch it.”

”Sorry.”

”I could’ve exploded,” she grumbles. ”I am so full.”

”Me too.” Frankie burps discreetly. ”We ate hours ago and I’m still stuffed. How is that even possible?”

”I guess my mom knows how to do Christmas dinner just as well as your mom,” Jay teases him lightly, still remembering the laden table at the Morales household during past holidays. This Christmas, however, little baby Alma makes three, and Jay and Frankie decided she was too small to make the trip out of state. So they accepted the dinner invitation from Jay’s mom, spending Christmas Day with her, Jay’s brother, and his family.

It had been a good day, and Frankie got along well with Jay’s brother Chris while being polite to her mother Dorothy. He could see that it was important to Jay to be able to spend time with her birth family, and he could also see that Dorothy had changed, no longer judging Jay for her choices, for being a tomgirl. Dorothy had even respected her daughter’s wish that Alma receive only three presents, and she even restrained from getting the baby a pink, frilly dress. Alma, too young to understand the concept of Christmas or presents, was more interested in the wrapping paper, and is now sleeping tightly after an adventurous day of playing among paper at grandma’s.

”I guess she does,” Frankie agrees, putting his feet up on the table and flexing them. He’s wearing thick wool socks made by Dorothy. Jay is wearing a matching pair, and now she puts up her feet next to his. She regards the socks for a moment before clearing her throat.

”Thanks for today. I know you don’t like her, but I’m grateful you’re trying.”

Frankie smiles softly.

”Anything for you, amor.”

”She’s really trying, too. I think she’s doing well.”

”She is, I see that.”

Jay turns her head to look at him. ”But you still don’t like her.”

”She treated her own child like shit for years, Jay.” There’s no vehemence in his voice, they’ve been over this before. ”I can’t understand or forgive that.”

”I know. That’s why I love you even more for trying.”

”I’m an adult, I can be civil.”

”That you can.” She takes his hand and squeezes it. ”I appreciate it.”

He hums, and his smile turns even warmer when he receives a peck on the lips.

”If I wasn’t so full, I’d blow you,” Jay murmurs, earning a chuckle.

”If I wasn’t so full, I’d eat you out. But I don’t know if I wanna eat anything ever again.”

Jay snickers. ”Oh, I know there’s something you’d happily eat every day.”

”You’re right about that. Just gimme a couple of hours…”

”I’m not going to be awake in a couple of hours,” she warns him.

”I’ll wake you up,” he promises.

”If you’re willing to risk it.”

”To eat your pussy? Every time.”

He nibbles on her neck, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her snug to him. Jay giggles, letting him, until he accidentally presses down on her stomach, and she grunts.

”Oof, that’s enough.” She accepts one last kiss before Frankie sits back next to her.

”TV?”

”I’m sure Home Alone is on.”

He reaches for the remote and turns on the TV, flicking through channels until Bruce Willis’s face shows up.

”Now there’s a movie,” he states happily, putting the remote down and slinging one arm around Jay’s shoulders. Uncommittedly, Jay watches for a minute or two before her mind starts to wander.

It’s surprisingly difficult to find an open bar on Christmas Day, but Jay’s persistent. The dive she finally walks into looks better on the inside than on the outside, but it’s still a dump. The bar is sufficiently clean, though, when she pulls up, orders whisky, and takes a seat. The clientel is sparse and looks mildly alcoholized, the TV is showing Die Hard, and the bartender looks like he doesn’t even know what day it is.

This is where she spends the next hour, washing away her disappointment and anger at her mom ruining Christmas. Every year is the same, and Jay drunkenly vows to herself to never again spend Christmas with her family. It only leads to arguments.

Ordering another round, she pulls her phone from her pocket. There’s a message, arrived a couple of hours ago. She missed it then, but now she opens it.

It’s from Catfish, and he’s asking her how things are going.

Pursing her lips, she frowns and weighs the phone in her hand. Typical of him to worry about her when he’s spending Christmas in New Mexico with his perfect parents, sisters, and inlaws. It annoys her, but it’s also touching.

She gets another whisky in front of her, and calls Frankie.

”Hey,” he picks up almost immediately. ”What’s up?”

”Nothing much. The usual.”

”How are things over there?”

”Oh you know…” Jay takes a sip of the whisky, and Frankie hears it.

”You out drinking? By yourself?”

”Well, since the rest of you aren’t here…”

”What happened?” His voice is so soft, but she can hear the underlying tension. She can just imagine him now: steely hard gaze, knuckles ready to swing, that intense look in his eyes. The muscles of his long neck taut as a bowstring…

”What always happens. She opened her mouth, I talked back, and it all ended with me slamming the door as I left.”

”Good for you for leaving.”

”You know me,” she chuckles mirthlessly, ”I have good self-preservation skills.”

”Next year, you’re coming to New Mexico with me.”

”Oh, and how would that look? You bringing some coworker to meet your parents?” Jay challenges. Frankie scoffs softly.

”They’d welcome you and feed you, that’s all.”

”Well, we might be out next Christmas. Hopefully.”

”Yeah.”

Silence falls over both of them. There is music on in the bar, but Jay still hears the happy voices of Frankie’s family in the background.

”I’m keeping you from your family,” she mumbles blearily. ”I’ll let you get on with it.”

”It’s fine,” he replies. ”Jay, get yourself home. You okay to take a cab?”

”Always.” She even forgets to be defensive, instead answering in a warm voice. Fish is always so considerate.

”Take care of yourself. I’ll be home in a couple of days, let’s go out then. You can vent or whatever.”

”Yeah, sure, thanks. Happy Christmas.”

”And to you.”

They hang up, and half an hour later, Jay chats up some other poor soul without a family, and goes home with him.

Frankie glances at Jay, asleep and snoring lightly next to him, and he can’t keep away an affectionate smile before looking around the living-room.

They moved in less than a year ago, when still expecing Alma, and this is their first Christmas in the house. The Christmas lights in the window and the light string in the small tree create a relaxed, softly lit atmosphere that he loves to have in his home. Jay’s not one for Christmas decorations, but Frankie is. During their time together, he has discreetly added to their decorations, and she has let him, but not engaged in the decking. Now that they have Alma, as well as the space, Frankie absolutely wanted to get a tree, if not for anything else, then for a place for him to hang the Baby’s First Christmas bauble he had bought. Jay resisted for as long as she could – ”It’s not like she’ll remember it, Frankie” – but finally surrendered. She eventually admitted that decorating the small tree on Christmas Eve was quite nice.

Frankie wants to give Alma the best of everything, and the same goes for Jay. She deserves happy, warm, loving Christmases with a family who loves her exactly as she is. And he does: he loves her so much his heart could burst.

His beloved passes gas in her sleep, and Frankie chuckles low before changing the channel. Maybe something else is on. He yawns, his fingers slowly stroking Jay’s arm.

”You okay?”

Frankie glances from the pilot’s seat at Jay, whose lips are pursed, her face a stony mask.

”I’m fine.” Through the distortion of the comm, her tight voice sounds even more robotic. She’s staring straight ahead throught the wet windshield into the darkness, and when a gush of wind makes the helicopter lurch, Frankie sees that she clenches her fists until they’re white.

He forces himself to focus on flying instead. They’re heading back from a mission which ended with Redfly catching a bullet. He’s stable, but he needs to get back to base, and time is of the essence. He and Frankie debated for a while about flying back through the heavy rain and wind, but Tom put his faith in Frankie’s abilities, ordered Jay to assist him, and got in the back with Santi, Will, and Benny.

Frankie has never seen Jay scared, but guesses that this is what scared looks like on her: quiet, tense, observant. He realizes that they’ve never flown through weather like this before, not in a heli at least. There was that one time when they flew overseas, but that was in a cargo plane…

The heli is hit with another bout of rain, and Frankie calmly parries the pitch. Jay closes her eyes.

”Normally, I’d fly lower and slower in this weather,” he tells Jay, ”But we’re still in enemy territory, and time is of the essence.”

”Just get us to base,” she tells him curtly, just as a button starts to blink with a low beep. She looks at it, then turns a questioning gaze at Frankie.

”See that switch underneath the light?” Frankie immediately advises. ”Flip it, then the one two switches to the left. It’s the flight stabilization, it’s fine, it’s supposed to do that.”

”Right.” She quickly executes his order, the light goes out and the beeping stops. The rattle and shaking doesn’t stop, though, but Frankie is confident that they’re going to make it. Jay, however, isn’t looking so sure.

He knows better than to tell her not to be afraid. He won’t humiliate her with that, so instead, he switches over to a private channel, and starts to tell her the names of all the controls, gauges, indicators, and parts. He keeps his voice level, like he’s just making small talk, but as always when talking about helicopters, he can’t keep excitement from coloring his tone.

Glancing at her, he sees that her fists are no longer so tightly balled up. She’s listening, following his finger when he points at different things. She starts to ask him questions, and he is happy to answer each and every one. He only takes breaks to switch to the common channel, and let the passengers in the back know the ETA to the base. When they’re contacted by the personnel, Jay handles the communication, and Frankie notes with relief that her voice sounds normal again. By the time he makes a smooth landing, she looks as confident as he feels.

”Thank you for flying with us tonight,” he tells his teammates over the comm as he powers down and flicks switches, pushes buttons. ”Redfly, next time we’re flying, you’re in the back again. Jay’s just too good at this, she’s coming for your job.”

Tom huffs out a pained laugh followed by a ”Good job, Ray,” and Frankie smiles at Jay, who grins back. Are her cheekbones slightly rosy? Did he just make Jayne Ray blush?

Medical personnel are waiting to take Redfly away, Will going with them. Santi and Benny are looking a little lost, but slowly start to walk towards HQ to brief their superior officers. Frankie’s in no hurry to do that: he has post-flight check-ups to do.

”Can I help?” Jay asks quietly.

”Sure, that would be great.”

”Just tell me what to do.”

Frankie nods, and takes off his helmet.

”Indoors first, and we’ll do the outdoors after the rain has stopped.”

”All right.” She smiles wryly. ”Some Christmas, huh?”

He had completely forgotten about the date.

”Some Christmas.”

”Beats spending time with my mom, though,” Jay shrugs, seemingly indifferent, but Frankie can tell that she’s trying to hide how she really feels about her difficult relationship with her mother.

”I guess. But Jay – ”

Frankie presses his lips together before licking them and meeting Jay’s inquisitive gaze.

”She’s dumb as fuck for not appreciating any time she gets to spend with you.”

Something shifts in her face, makes her seem younger, more vulnerable. But before she can say anything, Santi shows up.

”They want us all at the briefing,” he shouts at them though the rain. ”Get your asses to HQ!”

”Roger that,” Frankie nods, and reaches for his helmet. Jay is faster, picking it up and handing it to him.

”Merry Christmas, Fish,” she tells him quietly, before turning around and exiting the helicopter.

”Babe, wake up.”

Jay gently shoves Frankie, who’s fallen asleep with his head on her shoulder. He grimaces and grunts when lifting it, raising his hand to his neck to rub it.

”Yeah, that’s exactly what I thought,” she smiles, covering his hand with hers, fingers gently pressing at the sore muscles. ”You good?”

”Just gimme a minute.”

Frankie gives a great yawn, lets her massage his stiff neck, and when it feels better, he takes her hand and brings it to his lips for a light kiss.

”What time is it?” he asks. Jay gives him a lopsided grin.

”Time for bed.”

”Oh, is that so…?”

”Uh-huh.”

”Well, then…”

Still too sleepy to get up from the couch, they remain lounging. Jay props her chin on Frankie’s shoulder, fingers playing with the soft locks at the nape of his neck.

”I love you,” she tells him quietly. ”Merry Christmas.”

”And I love you,” he replies softly, heart swelling again. ”Merry Christmas, baby.”

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for the character ask game! dick grayson: 5, 16, 25

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them? Lmao please don't ask me this question, because I have zero musical taste--and I don't mean I have bad musical taste, I mean I have no taste whatsoever, I barely listen to music, and I have no funny suggestions! (Mostly because I don't care for most of the ~jokes~ about his physical body.) 16. What's your least favorite ship for this character? Fandom has made it extremely hard to like a lot of other Dick ships because literally half the fandom can't stop tearing down Dick/Babs to build up their ship, which means there's nothing there for me to like, all it does is make me think there's not much there, if the only content to come up with is ranting about another ship. Nobody's obligated to like Dick/Babs, nobody's even obligated to not rant about it, I know where my scroll button is, but also all it does is push me further away from the ship that was supposedly being sold in that post, because it seems like an unfun place to be. But my actual least favorite ship for Dick is probably Bruce/Dick because it's so close to what I want out of that relationship, except also a thousand miles away from it! Honestly, one of my oldest friends is a Bruce/Dick shipper and the overlap we have of views on the characters is probably like 85%, we just diverge on how that plays out and we both feel extremely strongly about how we dislike the other path, but that we respect the other person being on it. We both are really into the fucked up entanglement of the characters, the mirroring aspect they have of each other, the belief that the other is the pure version of who they're meant to be, the frustration of how much they love the other while also being mad at them for the distance between them, the co-dependent disaster relationship, etc. All of that is the same for both of us, we just diverge on the context for it. Which is fine in our friendship, we meet in the middle, but there have been times when I feel like the ship would be so delicious for me, because it would tunnel vision in on those aspects I like, but the thought of them so much as even smooching makes me look like I bit into a lemon. How dare fandom almost give me what I want and then take it away from me!!!! Like, I don't actually care that it exists as a ship, fiction is not in a 1:1 relationship with reality and I think a lot of us get blinded by how modern comics go hard on the father & son aspect, which I am into and think is fair to evolve them into, but that wasn't always true and it's not like Bruce/Dick came out of nowhere. It just denies me personally what I want and therefore it it is The Worst For Me Personally And Thus Jail For DC Fandom For One Thousand Years!!!! 25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now? Dick Grayson is my longest running Blorbo, like that guy invented Blorboism for me, before I ever had such a name for the concept. Dick Grayson has been my One True Character for 20+ years, nobody has ever unseated him, not Anakin, not Obi-Wan, not Thor, not Usagi, not Duo, not Tezuka, NONE OF THEM that I've lost my mind about. Dick Grayson came on the scene for me when I first watched B:TAS and hit my tiny little baby brain with his daddy issues on display and excellent Nightwing design in later episodes and the push-and-pull relationship with Babs and my fannish life has never been the same since. "That it. That's him. That's the one. That's the character I'm going to obsess over for the rest of my life." I must have said when I first saw him and I HAVE NOT BEEN PROVEN WRONG YET.

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It would be funny, at least in my head. That kid!Khonshu end up meeting with the young Avengers, and for some reason, Miles tried to recruit him in one mission.

And purely out of coincidence, Doctor Strange went on a warning lecture about the Elder Gods. And Khonshu just stand there confused to the bone since it is now saying that he is an "Elder God" who is related to Gaea, a Greek goddess.

Eventually, Doctor Strange noticed something off about the newbie kid, it is familiar but just can't put his finger on it.

Then he revealed that he knows "heka" or Egyptian magic, to which they end up teaming him with Billy, because of the whole "magic" label. Even though they use it very, very differently.

Billy can blast energy.

But Khonshu would avoid doing that and just rip out someone's throat using a pencil. He only uses heka/magic to heal his injuries, enhance his body and stuff he touches, giving it his "blessing" to molecularly change it to anything he wishes. Then use it to break your knees or other defensive stuff, like making a train bullet-proof.

Think of Alchemical Transmutation from Fullmetal Alchemist. Khonshu does that with anything he touches, atomically changing it from one matter to another as long as he have an idea on what he is doing. So it requires a deep knowledge on matter, chemistry, engineering, quantum physics, quantum mechanics, and most of all, alchemy.

Alchemy have ancient roots on Egypt, besides China. So I am making Khonshu an expert Alchemist.

But if he does blast energy beams. It would be a huge highly concentrated Moon Light laser that have the strength being smashed by multiple moons at once. Because he is that dramatic, wants the most maximum, flashy damage done. And everyone in the Ennead told him not do that, so he does it anyway out of pure spite.

I mean, Khonshu have a vast knowledge on many subjects thanks to living with Thoth, The god of Wisdom, Knowledge, and Magic in Heliopolis, and travelling alone. Khonshu and Thoth became very closely associated thanks to the Heliopolis mythos and end up partly fusing to one God.

Khonshu can understand what ever shit Bruce Banner talks about, he just doesn't want to be interrogated by everyone. And he is just very, very lazy about anything intellectual. Choosing to doze off, both out of boredom and lack of interest on a subject he already knows thousands of years ago. Practically feigning being dumb and being a rude asshole if anyone asked him. The think is, he knows the "proper" way, or the accepted way. He just chooses the fastest method even if it is dirty and will get him in jail.

Basically, very, very utilitarian. Bending any rules, including his own if it means getting the results he wanted. So he is both gutsy/brave to do things outside the box and against the most commonly accepted norms, and also stupid at the same time as breaking those norms will get him in jail. And after getting in trouble so many times, Khonshu stopped giving a damn in general.

It's a bit of a nihilistic and a very cynical view of justice and the world.

Like he is smart but in a stupid and mad way. Think of Captain Jack Sparrow from the pirates of the Carribean. That one phrase where Becket tells Jack that he is mad, and Jack just replies that it's a good thing as his ideas would never have worked. Think of that.

Billy is also an actual kid. Khonshu can't exactly have a PHD-level metaphysics discussion about the nature of reality with Billy without getting the poor boy confused as hell.

Billy is a bit interested on the possibility of another magic user at first, everyone is. Until everyone learned that Khonshu rather uses his fists than do magic the same way Billy does. What he meet instead is a "younger" kid who acts rude, a bit of a dick, a loner, picks fights with the Avengers, talks like some arrogant prick yet speaks like your tired grandpa who is surprisingly fair at times.

The fact that Khonshu never shows his magic skill or take common pride in it makes it hard for folks to tell.

There is also something very off about the kid that makes Billy feel uneasy, like he feels something with Kid!Khonshu. But he just can't put his finger on it.

At this point, no one knows that Kid!Khonshu is actually Khonshu from an alternate dimension who got stranded in the 616 world.

Kid!Khonshu just continues to act like an antisocial loner to get them off his back.

It's actually the "elder god" thing where Billy is destined to be the next Demiurge, which is a really weird addition btw. So Billy end up sensing not Kid!Khonshu exactly, but the being named "Khonshu" written on the 616 universe cannon who is Ra's son. And Kid!Khonshu end up getting the same vibes due to his true name is also being 'Khonshu", even if it's from another universe with different rules.

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You put Tim in box? You BOX him like dog?? Oh! Jail for Jason! Jail for one thousand years

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50000410 by antebunny Jason tries a kinder method of getting Tim to give up Robin. It goes even worse than his original idea. Words: 8182, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, cameos/mentions of barbara steph and alfred, Jack Drake Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Angst, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Tim's lack of self esteem, Unreliable Narrator, due to said lack of self esteem, Child Abuse, Claustrophobia, Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), jason messes up big time in this one, Guilt, Forgiveness read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50000410

[dankusner]

Fiona Apple — Court Watching

Fiona Apple Releases New Song ‘Pretrial (Let Her Go Home)’

Fiona Apple is showing support for Black mothers affected by the “broken cash-bail system” with a new song, “Pretrial (Let Her Go Home),” out on May 7.

The track raises awareness to the Free Black Mamas DMV initiative, which helps women in Maryland and Virginia who are held in jail pre-trial, despite not being convicted of a crime, because they cannot make bail.

The music video features photos and video clips shared by women who experienced pretrial detention.

On the track, Apple sings, “She was not convicted of anything” and “They wouldn’t let her go home and now there’s no more home.”

“I was a court watcher for over two years,” Apple said in a statement.

“In that time, I took notes on thousands of bond hearings. Time and time again, I listened as people were taken away and put in jail, for no other reason than that they couldn’t afford to buy their way free. It was particularly hard to hear mothers and caretakers get taken away from the people who depend on them.”

Along with the song, Apple established Let Her Go Home, where she shares the statistic that each day, “Over 60,000 women are detained pretrial, presumed innocent, caged in US jails simply because they cannot afford to pay bail.”

“For the past five years, I have been volunteering with the Free Black Mamas DMV bailout, and I have been lucky to be able to witness the stories of women who fought for and won their freedom with the tireless and loving support of the leadership,” Apple added in her statement.

“I hope that this song, and the images shared with me, can help to show what is at stake when someone is kept in pretrial detention. I give this song in friendship and respect to all who have experienced the pain of pretrial detention and to the women of the group’s leadership who have taught me so much and whom I truly love.”

This is the first original song Apple has released since her groundbreaking 2020 album, Fetch the Bolt Cutters, though she did put out a cover of Neil Young’s “Heart of Gold,” on April 25, as part of a cover album of Young’s work, Heart of Gold: The Songs of Neil Young, Vol. 1.

The proceeds from that track (and album) go to the Bridge School, which educates kids with speech and physical impediments.

This world may be bullshit, but Fiona Apple is making it better.

Fiona Apple Releases New Song Inspired by Court Watching

1992 

Number of acts: 398

Registrants: 3,000

Keynote speaker: Michelle Shocked

Buzz bands: Beat Farmers, Holmes Brothers, Junior Brown, Cracker, Blood Oranges, Poster Children, Southern Culture on the Skids, Bruce Hampton and the Aquarius Rescue Unit, Gear Daddies

Poor Michelle Shocked. Her pathologically unfocused speech on the history of minstrelsy is supposed to be 20 minutes, but when co-keynoter Willie Nelson gets hung up on the border and cancels, organizers tell Shocked to go as long as she likes. Big mistake.

 On occasion, the Cactus has served as nothing more than an offbeat local bar. In the late 1980s, a trio called Twang Twang Shock-a-Boom began drawing 200 listeners at a time to its impromptu street performances, just across the street from the cafe. Eventually, manager Griff Luneburg invited the band inside.

Its raucous Cactus shows have become part of local legend and Twang Twang frontman David Garza ultimately enjoyed a brief spin as a major label artist.

Just one-day after news of the cafe’s impending demise began spreading, an Austin blogger recalled his own unknown rock band’s atypical Cactus gig:

... [we] once somehow convinced Griff to book our old band Cheezus there on a Saturday night in 1991. We wore turtlenecks, drew black Sharpie goatees on our faces and made as much contrarian racket as we could. I thought it was pretty cool that Griff made room for an obnoxious, unpracticed punk band on his stage. I don't even think he complained about all the thrown cheese products.

May 27, 1990 — Twang Twang Shock-a-Boom has also opened for acts like They Might Be Giants and Michelle Shocked. 

Published: Sunday, May 27, 1990 - ny times

If college music provides an indication of the future, twang tunes, a new rage at the University of Texas, may catch on.

''Our music is hard to put in a category,'' said David Garza of Irving, who sings and strums acoustic guitar for the Twang Twang Shock-a-Boom band.

''We improvise like jazz musicians, but we play original pop songs with acoustic instruments. We're just not a typical-sounding college band.''

The group, which includes Jeffrey Haley, 20 years old, the bass player, and Christopher Searles, 18, percussionist, describes twang music as a simple acoustic sound with funk, reggae and folk influences.

The band began playing free outdoor concerts in the fall.

The following grew, and the performances attracted more than 200 listeners.

''We thought that we would be spit on, but we made almost $80 on our first try,'' said Mr. Searles, a music freshman from Austin.

''People just sat down and started listening.''

The group's first tape reached No. 2 on the popularity chart at the student radio station, KTSB.

Mr. Garza, 19, a music major, said the success might stem from the band's youth as well as its music.

''Most college students are our same age,'' he said.

''We sort of fill the gap between the older popular bands and the New Kids on the Block.''

Mr. Haley, 20, a music sophomore from Austin, said the lyrics covered apartheid and AIDS, as well as silly tunes about subjects like fish sticks.

Twang Twang Shock-a-Boom has also opened for acts like They Might Be Giants and Michelle Shocked.

Photo: Twang Twang Shock-a-Boom band performing twang tunes at the University of Texas at Austin.

''We improvise like jazz musicians, but we play original pop songs with acoustic instruments,'' said David Garza, center above, leader of the group, with Christopher Searles, left, and Jeffrey Haley. (Elizabeth Potter)

Biography by Brian Raftery

Born in Irving, TX, Davíd Garza (pronounced Dah-VEED) was exposed to music at an early age.

His mother sang in a choir, his older brothers were diehard classic rock fans, and Garza himself worshipped the Mexican music he picked up on his radio.

In 1989, following stints in numerous high-school bands, Garza enrolled in the University of Texas-Austin, where he and his oddly named outfit Twang Twang Shaka Boom gained industry attention for Garza's combination of pop-savvy songwriting and Robert Plant-style vocals.

After leaving the group to go solo, he gigged continually around and outside the Texas area.

At first, Garza rebuffed various offers, choosing instead to record and distribute music on his own.

He eventually signed with Lava/Atlantic, who landed him a slot on the Great Expectations soundtrack before releasing his major-label debut, This Euphoria, in April 1998.

Garza subsequently drew multiple critical accolades (as well as comparisons to the late Jeff Buckley) and toured with the Smashing Pumpkins and Ani DiFranco; he issued Kingdom Come and Go a year later.

The most productive of Austin's young poster artists is Jason Austin.

Born on Long Island in '71, he moved to Texas in 1978, and designed his first poster ten years later. His earliest pieces were signed "J. Wichrowski," and for a time he used the allonym "Zebulon Woodhull." Often approximating a neo-psychedelic look and using quasi Sixties era lettering, Austin nonetheless shares the penchant for gory and horrific imagery currently favored by many alternative posterists. He often works with Lyman Hardy, who began creating posters in Houston about '85 and moved to Austin in 1990.

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Top five Bruce songs? 👀

how very fucking dare u. this is megphobic, this is evil, i am being hatecrimed on my own goddamn blog. jail for @sluttyhenley for one thousand years.

TOP FIVE BRUCE SONGS* i. backstreets ii. racing in the street iii. atlantic city iv. brilliant disguise v. the river

*subject to change because fuck you this is impossible

ask me my top five/top ten anything

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"REPLACE OLD JAIL WITH PRISON FARM," Hamilton Spectator. August 1, 1912. Page 1. --- That Is Advice of Dr. Bruce Smith to Hamilton ---- Would Save City Money and Be Better For Prisoners ---- Toronto, Aug. 1. - That the city of Hamilton could purchase a hundred- acre farm, erect buildings to accommodate the present jail population and supply all the necessary equipment at a smaller expenditure of civic money than would be necessary to properly enlarge and repair the now overcrowded jail, is the confident belief of Dr. Bruce Smith, inspector of prisons.

The inspector is keeping in touch with the Hamilton situation, and he is prepared to strongly recommend that at Hamilton follow Toronto's example and place its jail population on the land.

"The Hamilton jail is seriously overcrowded at times," said Dr. Bruce Smith to the Spectator, "and the sanitary conditions as a result are in need of improvement. In my opinion it would cost in the neighborhood of thirty thousand dollars to alter the present building and provide sufficient accommodation for the growing jail population. I pointed out the need for more accommodation, and recommended a farm in my last report on the Hamilton institution. I reported that in view of the large and growing number of commitments to this jail every year it is now manifest that some further provision must be made for accommodation. The records indicate that at times there has been considerable overcrowding of the prisoners.

The attention of the jail committee should be called to the new act relating to industrial farms. An industrial farm might with great advantage be established at Hamilton. and the prisoners could be employed in such a manner as would make the farm largely self-sustaining.'

"Copies of the industrial farm act have been sent to the sheriff in order that the jail committee might become acquainted with the provisions of the act," said the inspector.

Dr. Bruce Smith believes that before long jails in cities will become only places of detention for those awaiting trial. The "criminal" population will, as now, be cared for at the Kingston penitentiary, the reformatory class will soon all be looked after at Guelph, and the drunks, disorderlies, vagrants and offenders of that comparatively harmless but annoying class will be set to work upon municipal farms.

"A farm situated somewhere near Hamilton - near enough to supply a market for garden and dairy produce - could easily be made to pay, and the prisoners would be employed in such surroundings as would give them a vastly better chance of getting a new grip upon things and making their lives worth while. I couldn't recommend it too strongly."

"Take the old people's home near St. Catharines," continued Dr. Smith. "The workers are mostly aged people who are unable to do a great deal, yet that institution is nearly self-sustaining. The time will come when the payments from the provincial treasury for the support of jail population will be reduced to a small figure through the development of this jail farm idea."

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

You put Tim in box? You BOX him like dog?? Oh! Jail for Jason! Jail for one thousand years

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4QVIStk by antebunny Jason tries a kinder method of getting Tim to give up Robin. It goes even worse than his original idea. Words: 8182, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, cameos/mentions of barbara steph and alfred, Jack Drake Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Angst, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Tim's lack of self esteem, Unreliable Narrator, due to said lack of self esteem, Child Abuse, Claustrophobia, Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), jason messes up big time in this one, Guilt, Forgiveness read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4QVIStk

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wally west is NOT that scared of batman but he is terrified of bruce wayne because bruce wayne is a crazy person who compartmentalizes really well, so when they're working they can be completely professional but as soon as wally comes by to pick dick up for a date bruce acts like a fucking psycho about it

[incorrectbatfam]

Bruce, lightly nudging Damian with his foot: Damian, move out of the way please so I can get through.

Damian: You KICK Damian? You kick his body like the football? Oh! Oh! Jail for Father! Jail for Father for one thousand years!