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“Without a gun, I look like a teacher’s assistant.”

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Gut Feeling

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Commissioner Jim Gordon meets an odd kid in the precinct.

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“Come on, you really don’t have a way to directly contact Batman?”

Jim smiled. Kids came to the station and asked that all the time. Usually, it was just curiosity and showing them the signal was enough to get them to sign up for the Junior Police program. This one looked a little older than most, teenagers were often “too old” to believe in Batman, but again, give them a little faith now and they’ll never loose it.

“Lookin’ for the Bat, kid?” Jim asked, knowing he was about to make this kid’s –

Jim froze. The kid turned to face him and it was Bruce Wayne. Not playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne, but freshly a teenager Bruce Wayne. The Bruce Wayne who Jim had checked in on time and again from age eight until he ran off on a globetrotting trip to find himself. The little Bruce Wayne with too pale skin and dark bags under his eyes, and not enough love to make up for all the grief weighing him down. And he didn’t look like Damian either, where Bruce was obviously his father but there were distinct traits from his mother. This was a carbon copy of a boy Jim remembered vividly.

“I am.” He even sounded like teenage Bruce. All business, like he was on a mission.

“I might be able to help you, but it’ll take a while.” Jim said and the officer the kid had been talking too gave him an odd look. He waved her off and told the kid to follow him to the commissioner’s office. Normally, he’d be more dramatic, put on more of a show for the kid, but his gut told him this was different, this was important. He offered the kid a styrofoam cup of water then closed the door behind him. “So, what do you need to talk to Batman for?”

“It’s personal. I need to talk to him in person.”

Jim took a sip of coffee from his cup. “He doesn’t appreciate me calling for no reason in the middle of the day.”

“So you do have a direct line?” The kid nearly jumped out of his seat. “If he’s upset, it’ll be my fault, just call him, please.”

“Who should I say wants to talk to him?”

The kid hesitated. “He doesn’t know me, but I have to talk to him.”

Jim frowned. “What’s your name, kid?”

He swallowed and looked like he wasn’t going to answer for a moment. “Danny.”

“Danny…?” Jim wanted a last name but Danny kept quiet. Jim sighed, “He’s likely not going to show up until sundown.”

“I can wait, as long as you guarantee he’ll show.”

“And you’re not going to tell me why you need Batman?” Jim just got a glare in response. “What about one of the other heroes?”

“Only Batman, no one else can help.”

“You sure about that? Not even Superman?”

“Not unless Superman can get me in the same room as Batman.”

“Why’s it so important that you meet him in person?”

“It’s personal.”

Jim liked this less and less by the minute. “Do your parents know you’re here?”

Danny looked away but right when it looked like he wouldn’t say anything he mumbled. “They wouldn’t care anyway.”

After another moment to give the kid time to reconsider, Jim pulled out the Bat-phone. It was a normal Wayne-Tech cell phone, but Jim had been given very specific instructions on how and when to use it. The phone listed all the Gotham Vigilantes without visible numbers so they couldn’t be copied and handed out. He pressed the one for Batman.

“Stand outside, would you?” The kid gave him a look, but followed the request. Jim could see his shadow in the door’s window, not so subtle eavesdropping.

It rang a few times, and Jim sat there awkwardly with a teenager listening to his every move. Finally, a familiar voice picked up the other end of the line. “Commissioner Gordon.”

“Sorry to call you out of the blue Batman, but I’ve got a kid here who needs your help.”

“Who?”

“Says his name is Danny, that you’ve never met him but you’re the only one who can help him.”

“Why?”

“Refuses to tell me.”

“What’s your best guess, Commissioner?”

Jim looked at Danny’s shadow, it looked like he was straining his ears to try and hear what he was saying. Danny had given him almost nothing to work with. Just his name, that he’s never met Batman but needs to talk with him in person. But Jim was here because he listened to his gut. A feeling like when you see a random rock on your neighbor’s doorstep but you’d never go in without an invitation. A feeling like you know what’s in the present and are preparing your surprised face. A feeling like when you cheated on your wife and you know she knows.

“He looks like Bruce Wayne.”

A beat of silence. “What?”

“Danny looks exactly like Bruce when he was a teenager. Exactly the same.” Jim hoped Batman would get it, feel in his gut what Jim felt.

“And he wont say why he’s there?”

“No, and he demands to see you in person.”

“I’ll be there in an hour.”

“10-4.” The line cut off before Jim had finished saying it. He called Danny in again. “He’s on his way.”

Danny glared at him. “If he’s not, if you called some social worker or something, you’ll regret it.”

“I’m sure.” Jim sighed and downed the rest of his now cold coffee.

The sun hadn’t set, but only just barely. Jim ended up taking Danny up to the roof in the end after all, if only to save his window from being broken into. The kid had a red hoodie on, but he was still shivering in the autumn chill and it was just going to get colder by the minute as the sun made its way behind the horizon.

Jim checked his watch and, at exactly an hour from when he called, he acted surprised when Batman and Robin appeared out of nowhere. “Bats.”

“Commissioner.” Batman greeted but his eyes went straight for Danny. “Danny, I assume.”

“Yeah, I…” Danny hesitated, looking at Jim and Robin.

All it took was four words from Batman. “What do you need?”

The kid held out his hand with a flash drive in it. “I’m your clone. My par- The people who made me wanted to make a stronger version of you, but they got ahead of themselves. My DNA is degrading and I’ll die if I don’t get your DNA to stabilize me.”

Holy cow.

“You don’t expect us to believe that, do you?” Robin sneered at him.

“The flash drive has all the info on it. All the data about the cloning process and the, uh, relevant experiments after that.” Batman gave the kid a look. “I didn’t want to waste time on unnecessary data.”

“If what you’re saying is true, why are you here, alone? Are they working on a different solution?”

Danny’s shoulders hiked up. “I’ve been a failure for a while now, I’m not worth the resources and they’d learn more from an autopsy.”

Oof, kid. Jim looked at Batman who seemed to feel the same… if Jim was reading him right.

“So, you wont object to a DNA test?” Robin asked with a cocky head tilt, at least he was relatively easy to read.

“You can try.” Danny said, and then realized what that sounded like. “I mean I wont stop you, but my DNA degrades faster outside my body. You’ll have to take me to whatever lab you plan on using.”

“Then we will.” Batman said and jerked his head towards where they’d probably parked that ridiculous car of his. But then he looked at Jim with a nod. “Commissioner.”

“Batman.” Jim returned the nod. “You’ll tell me how things turn out, yeah?”

“I’ll give you a report.” Batman joked – Jim could tell, it was gut feeling.

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had a fascinating english class that resulted in the notes header “the forcefeminization of victor frankenstein”

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uh hello i was wondering (because of your affinity for tragic siblings) if you had any thoughts abt petunia and lily?

i remember sirius in pv having some mixed feelings in that he saw his situation with reg in lily and petunia

idk i just like to hear you talk abt these sort of things sorry if this is weird 😭 have a lovely day <3

yes actually i do. i was writing a little bit yesterday (not hyf, no one judge me) and i wrote this, which made me feel so insane, so here lemme share:

Cokeworth isn't anything special, really. Small town. Not much to do, not much to see, and not much to be. It's made up of hardy people and few ways out. It feels like a ghost town, like everyone there has fallen in a trap of watching life pass them by. Dead lawns, houses with rotted window panes, a river every Cokeworth resident thinks of launching themselves into at least once, and the dull repetition of underwhelming mundanity. 

When they were younger, Lily and Petunia used to entertain themselves with scenarios of the ways they'd get free from it. Becoming a famous singer like Susan Maughan, or an actress like Julie Andrews, or the least likely, marrying a prince and living in Buckingham Palace. It was always known they'd have to achieve something to get anywhere; a fact of life when Mum is cooking the same cheap supper three times a week and Dad says they can't get the new trainers the most popular children at school are wearing, because better meat and better feet costs the family the roof over their heads.

Money was never going to be enough to get them anywhere, not when they didn't have any. It was easier to dream of being great enough to have a life than thinking of better ways to live on meager earnings. 

Lily never dreamed of having magic, but her dreams of being great enough to get a way out came true at only eleven. 

Petunia's, on the other hand, did not.

Lily gets it sometimes, why Petunia resents her. Stuck at home, in shoddy old Cokeworth, all while her sister is gone to the world of magic, something so beyond their dreams they never dared to imagine it as children. When does loneliness become bitterness? When does life become being left behind? Lily doesn't know, but thanks to her, Petunia does. 

Petunia's done a bit of traveling. For a while, no, she had never stepped foot out of Cokeworth other than going with their parents to pick up Lily from King’s Cross, a day trip they can never afford to make stops on. By Lily's third year, even the change in scenery passing by outside the car windows wasn't enough for Petunia to come along. By Lily's fourth, though, Petunia had made friends with the scant few people in school who could afford to own a car, and every glimpse outside of Cokeworth has only seemed to make her hate it more. Itching to get out, even now. 

It's one thing she and Lily still have in common, except Petunia wants her own version of an escape now. An acceptable escape, a normal one she doesn't have to be ashamed of. Nice lawns and perfectly painted window panes and the best meat and feet she can come by. No more dreams of being great; just the dream of being better than where she came from. 

As her sister, Lily should want all of Petunia's dreams to come true. The truth is—in the deep, horrible pit of her—Lily hopes they crash and burn.

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Was scrolling through AO3 and found this gem

Enemy to parent is a trope we have to popularise lmao

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Added the promised second part y’all!

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the brothers ever

origianal template (from pinterest idk the original source)

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I’m back~ After more than a year I bring back my babies, my loves, the gays that consume my every waking thought. I love them.

I’ve been reading “Only the Brave” and well, I got inspired.

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Sirius breaking into James' apartment with the whole gang on the morning of his birthday to surprise him.

Sirius making sure everyone is hidden and quiet when footsteps start to approach from the hallway.

Everyone jumping up and shouting surprise at Regulus of all people, clad in nothing but sweatpants that are a little too long to be his own, with aged and new hickeys all over his neck, chest and stomach that undoubtedly also lead under the tightened waistband.

Regulus screaming in fright and retreating back down the corridor to use James as a wall against the onslaught of questions.

Sirius going mad.

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i wish ao3 allowed people to give kudos per each chapter. These 100k word NOVELS need more love than 200 tiny digital hearts ☹️

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ao3 is crazy because you'll read the most gut-wrenching 200k word slowburn that leaves you sobbing into your sweater at four in the morning and the author will be applejacksmonstercock

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but you were never broken, viktor. 💔 🩹

SHOP.

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A piece I did awhile back for @hanamizine 🌸