#AND CASS I FORGOT CASS IM SORRY

[frownyalfred]

Just. The hundreds of tiny quirks Bruce picked up from training with the League of Assassins. Moving soundlessly, controlling his body down to the millimeter. Perfect calm in the middle of a firefight.

Jason has those same quirks. Damian has some but not all. All three of them share such a unique common experience and yet we rarely see them mention it.

[shellaxdude]

does this count as fanart?

art used is from cass apocalyptic series

original art by @/somerandomdudelmao

[gunpact]

@deleteriousness (cassandra!) / what a stupid name. | prompt.

There is true and honest offense written all over Percival's face. " I don't want to hear that nonsense. " he immediately scoffs, toying with his new piece of equipment. " Delirium is the perfect name for this. It's an explosive that stuns, Cassandra. You are telling me delirium is stupid? "

Said stun explosive sits in his hands as he continues to fidget with it like it's some sort of puzzle cube. " It still needs some fine tuning, I think. I can tell something may be loose. " they will both be delirious if the damned thing goes off in his hands.

[lieblogger]

tim drake should get hit with a seasian beam

[precursorgod]

in a world where the graysons didn't die and batman never had a robin, i think spoiler would still exist but would start off with a darker costume

[vigilantaes]

. . .     @lightnlasso​​     🞂      [ unprompted ]       🞂         I think your dad tried to taser me? 

        good old bruce tasering  his kid’s partners to scare them off.  good thing she was dating a lightning demigoddess or  ...  whatever cassie was.  it was hard to keep track sometimes with all her new mythological developments.  the point was that nobody was really stopping her from doing anything unless you were the actual wonde.r woman.  supe.rman probably could stop her too.  good thing they didn’t care.  cass put her tea down beside her.  

        ‘  ok.  did you do it back?  ‘  she signed.

[luniise-kel]

thinking about how cool and awesome moon stone cassandra couldve been if she wasnt given the world’s worst villain motivation

dropping my whole au / rewrote of season 3 below

uh preface is im sleepy and its almost midnight, so like sorry if some parts dont make sense or whatever

uhh basically, instead of cass trying to like reach her destiny or whatever as like her Main motivation and the only reason to why she Evil and Malicious ive changed it so its more mixed in with her desire to protect rapunzel. i think moonstone cass is cool and i like the idea of her but i really just think her execution was poor mostly because it wasn’t built up as much as it shouldve been.

rewrote cass’s character slightly just so there more empathize on her idolization of her mother, and so when she learns the truth of why mother gothel left her, the knee jerk reaction to blame raps makes a little more sense.

Anyways, Season 3 cass deals with a lot of her issues, i think on the journey to get the moonstone something something happens and cassandra is told that if rapunzel comes in contact with the moonstone she will Implode. Like die. Return to being the sundrop. and cass is like oh fuck, shit, balls, I need to Protect her from Dying. So out of her intense Need to protect Rapunzel she yoinks the moonstone, and (still slightly pissed at raps for stealing her mom but not really she’s just trying to figure out her emotions + rapunzel needs to get away away from this rock) she goes into Evil mode.

Her villain arc is partly fueled by her anger at her own situation, always in second place. her desire to feel love and cherished and important rather than being the 2nd option. However, it is also fueled by her need to provide safety to her friends ,, even if it’s not the smartest choice. Moonstone Cass devotes her entire identify to being the cliche villain, so no one feels bad if like the solution to destroying the moonstone is killing her. she knows that logically the Zhan Tiri is manipulating her but 1. she idgaf and 2. she needs to learn how to control the moonstone’s power so she doesnt hurt her friends.

Tbh boiled now, it’s just cass isnt obsessive with mother gothel and mother gothel leaving her to kidnap a baby because it made like no sense for her character. like instead, moonstone cass grabbles with her identify and place in the world, who she is outside of rapunzel. Also she wants to learn more about her past, yknow, who mother gothel was and is she Worth getting upset over. spoiler she figures out that no, her bio mom sucks booty

Anyways, throughout my version of season 3, cass is trying to figure out a way to destroy the moonstone. She visits Rapunzel often too and pretends to be evil just so she can check in. She angry at her mom but not so much on rapunzel, maybe a little bit but probably more to with simply trying to crave out her identify outside of rapunzel. Same general plot beats happen in s3, but shes more grief driven than anger driven i suppose.

Theres probably a lot i forgot to like, reformulate in this especially w s3 bc i havent had the time to rewatch it and collect my thoughts that well. But, uh, hope u enjoyed. might yap more about my personal gripes with the show and how i think it shouldve been written.

also to add on i suppose, at the end of the series she gets exiled from corona officially, but lowkey comes back to hang out and after like a year every1 is like yeah okay i guess.

[nothing-personal-posts]

"I'm The Crazy One?" (Batfam x Batsis) pt 1

Summary: You got hit with fear gas. But something isn't right. And it takes your family a while to relize it might be too late.

CW: Death, mental health issues, hallucinations, violence, mention of blood, guns, angst ect.

You don't usually go onto the field, you help Barbra most of the times. You can fight, no doubt about it. But Bruce knows you have a past about you comitting violence, so he never calls you for help on the field.

But one mission, you needed to be with them. Bruce didn't call you to come, even if they needed your help, he didn't want to put you in a uncomfortable position like that.

You knew he would do that, so you rolled in without notice. Good thing you did, because Tim and Steph looked like they were having a hard time.

So you helped get the goons off their backs

"Y/n? What are you doing here!" Steph looked at you in the suite you had on. She almost forgot how you looked in your suite.

"Heard you guys were having a hard time. Thought I could drop in." You played with the blade in your hand.

"Batman isn't going to be happy with this." Tim mumbled. You frown and throw the knife past Tim, knocking out a goon in the process.

"I don't expect him too"

The mission had ended, Batman scolded you but thanked you for the help. Right before you all were leave, you were hit with fear gas.

When you came to, it had been 3 days for everyone else. When the fear gas took over your mind, you had injured Tim and Duke through your hallucinations. You felt horrbile about it.

But Bruce and the others were there to reassure you, it was not your fault.

It took awhile for you to get back on your feet, but everyone was there to support you. You acted weird a lot, but they assumed it was due to side effects from the gas. Like, when you would space out, be out in the manor at late hours when you should have been in bed. Just wondering, and forgetting what time you were in.

Dick was searching for you, wanting to know if you wanted to it some sweets Cass bought. He asked Alfred where you were, and claimed that you might be in either the library or the screen room. Dick checked both locations and couldn't find you. So he decided to go for your room. But on his way, he passes Damian's room. The door wide open, and you in the middle.

"Why would you say that. . . .? I would never let anything happen to you. I promise." You were talking, but to who? Damian was in the batcave training with Jason.

Dick spoke your name. You snapped out of whatever trance you were in and turned to look at Dick. You then looked around the room in confusion. Dick aproched you slowly

"Y/n. . .look at me." Dick held you by your shoulders. You looked at Dick with teary eyes.

"I. . . where is Damian?" You question. "He's with Bruce"

Dick's reply had you give out a shaky sigh of relief. "I-Im sorry." You chuckled "I've been out of it, so know. Just havn't gotten enough sleep."

Dick frowns and held your arm "Come on, let's get you to bed now. Alright?" He said with a small smile. You agree and have him lead you to bed.

Your behavior had gotten. . .worse? Worse was not the words for it at the moment.

Bruce was deep in sleep, woken up by Alfred.

"Master Bruce. There is a problem down in foyor."

Bruce groans as he sat up from his bed "What is it?"

"It is Miss Y/n." Alfred replied.

Bruce sighed " Sleep walking again?" Bruce began to walk with Alfred down the hall.

"Yes."

Once the two got down to the foyor, they see you walking against the door repeatedly.

The words "I did it" coming from your mouth in a small whisper.

"Alright, let's get you back to bed." Bruce grabbed you by your shoulder. You were quick to suprise Bruce by gripping the wrist to the hand he had on you.

Your eyes were open, a look of desperation in those eyes "I did it! I did- I did it. . ." You spoke breathlessly, cold sweat on you as if you had awoken from a nightmare.

Bruce frowns and glances a look of concern to Alfred, who shared the same look of worry.

Your eyes closed once more, your head layed on the older mans chest. Bruce sighed and picked you up as you mumbled words to him.

"I'm sorry daddy. . .im sorry" Those words came out almost as a whine. Bruce's grip tightend as he walked up the stairs, "It's alright. . . your alright." Bruce avoided your room and took you to his own. And watched you sleep. Already taking note to look deeper into the fear gas you were hit with.

Tim and Barbra got to researching whilst Jason and Cass helped Bruce and Damian seek out information about that fear gas.

It was late into the night, Duke had watched over you the whole day. He was worried himself of what was going on with you. Alfred helped him escort you whereever you wanted to go.

Now, the boy layed in bed. Dreading his upcoming exams.

He then was awoken by something weighing on him. When he opend his eyes. There he saw you, on top of him, eyes closed shut with a screw driver against his throat.

He panicked, his hand wondered to his nightstand where a batarang was. His hand hovered over it, then looked back at you.

Shaking as you whispered words he didn't understand.

He then used one hand to take ahold of your arm, and shake you gently. Saying your name, hoping you would snap out of it.

And when you did. You just stared at the boy. Confusion as to why you were there.

"Y/n, what the hell!" Duke scooted away from you. You dropped the screw driver. Your mind still seemed far away before you looked at Duke, and smiled.

"Duke. . .hi."

"Y/n, what's going on." Duke wasn't the serious type. So seeing him so stern, worried you. Because you didn't see what was wrong. Refused to see what was wrong.

"I don't, know what your say?" You truly looked confused. But your eyes. . . your eyes looked crazed.

It scared him.

"You held a screw driver, to my throat." Duke held his throat. You gave him a look, and shook your head. "No I didn't" you let out a small chuckle.

"Yes, you did! Y/n--"

"No! No I didn't. I wouldn't do that--" Y/n cupped Duke's face. Tears threatening to fall, shaking her head "I wouldn't do that! Id never hurt you I promise!"

Duke held you firmly by your arms. "Y/n look at me."

You stopped talking and stared into the boys eyes. And he saw it, you need help.

Bruce decided that you needed time alone. So you agreed to go to a place Damian was sent to a while ago.

There, you were taken in by the monks. Meditate for as long as needed. Tale the time you need to rid yourself of whatever thoughts that spoiled you.

You were gone for a good month. That was until you received a letter. Saying you were needed back at Gotham. You didn't think to much of it, so you left. And head back to Gotham.

Joker, was a cruel man. When that cruel cought sight of you for the first time. His plans, began.

Joining with a lowly gang to cause enough trouble to force you out and help. And making a fear gas that would drive you insane. That was all him.

And bringing you back to Gotham. . .that was him.

And you fell for it. He has you now, tied up to an operation table. He used a special something he used on Jason way back them, on you.

He put you in a robin suit. Painted a mask over your eyes, spread listick on your lips to form a big smile.

Now before he could present you to dear old bats. He wanted you to do something that will brake you.

You woke up and felt pain all over your body. The floor, you were laying on the floor. That's what you could tell. It was cold and hard.

Your vision was still blurred, even when you sat up. You could feel something on the ground. It was wet. Was it water?

You started to see more clearly. And thats when you realized, that it wasn't water. It was blood

You stared at your hands, the blood. There was so much of it. It was on your cloths too! Wait. . .why are you wearing a robin suit. . .

Your eyes began to wonder further apart from yourself. That's when your heart dropped to your stomach.

"No. . ."

You crawled to a the body in front of you.

"No no no no no no. Wake up! Please!"

You held the body. Tears already falling from your eyes. It was a friend from school. A good friend who you cared for.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

Your head whiped to the direction of where the voice came. And there, you saw Joker.

"Joker! You bastred what did you do!" You shouted in anger. The man paused and dramaticly had his hands on his chest

"Me? Oh, that wasn't me. The one who did that. Who made this art. . .was you." The Joker gave his sickly smile. You shook your head.

"No. . .I would never--"

You looked down to your friend. Something had finally come to you. It was, daja vu

"Has it come to you now? Have you relized it." Joker chuckled and walked around you in cricals.

"No. . ." You whispered. Everything was coming back. The things you feared, were forcing it's way back into your mind.

"Those nightmares you would have. . .those hallucinations. Fearing of hurting the ones close to you in the worst ways possible. It's all true!" The Joker couldn't help but laugh at your face. The way you looked when you took in his words.

The look of utter terror and dispare in your eyes was hilarious to him. And he can't wait for the bats to have that same look.

The Joker left you in the room.

You held your dear friends body. Rocking back and forth as you repeted the words "I didn't do it"

Over and over again.

It must be true then. . .all those hallucinations you had, the nightmares of hurting everyone, one by one. It was the future?

You were going to hurt them. Just like you hurt your dear friend that layed lifeless in your arms. Telling from the defense marks she had, along with the scratches you had on your neck and arms.

Your friend tried to fight you back. But failed. Even with this knowledge. You still refused to believe it was you that had done this.

Bruce along with the others stared at you in horror. Under Joker's control again.

Blood still on your little Robin costum. Your painted mask was ruined by the tears you had shed earlier.

"No. . ."

"Oh my God."

". . . ."

Everyone wanted to go in and save you. But Joker stood by your side, he gave the group a sadistic smile.

"Look! It's your Daddy!" The Joker chuckled out. Meaning those words twards Batman himself.

"Come on sweetie. Say Daddy. Go on, say it."

You giggled with a dazed smile and held up the gun you had, pointing to Batman.

"Daddy. . .hehehe, Daddy~" Your movements were sloppy, like a drunken person. Giggling between your words.

"That fucker." Steph growled. Wanting to bash Joker's head in. Anger coursing through the whole group. But mainly fear.

Jason was close to hyperventilating. Past was repeating itself for a lot of them. It was bad enough to experience what you were going through, but to watch it happen again to someone else?

A nightmare the man never thought would come true nor even existed.

Joker's grin widened by seeing the expression on everyone. Especially Bruce. And it was fear. Pure fear.

Joker burst out in laughter "Yes! This, is what I wanted!"

Joker calmed down from his fit of laughter and held you by your shoulders from behind. "Now little one. Listen to me. Your Daddy over there is hurting real bad right now. How about we help him out? Yeah?"

You understood those words and shot at Batman repeatedly. Damian and Dick were quick to deflect the bullets as Bruce stood in place. Staring at you. Staring at whatever the Joker turned you into.

Joker broke out laughing again. Yoir small giggles mixing in. Damian was quick to try and run twards the two of you. But Joker was quick to make the boy stop in his tracks.

"Ah! Get any closer. Little birdy here gets a bullet to her head!" Joker pulled out a gun and held it to your head.

Seeing Damian stop caused Joker a lot of satisfaction. The Joker leaned in and whispered.

"Change of plans. Help little Robin first before helping dear old Dad."

Tears poured out from your eyes as you giggled and held the gun with two hands. Pointing right at Damian, who was ready to defend himself.

But suddenly, you elbowed the Joker in the chin and shot yourself. Joker cursed at the pain. Steph and Cass took the opportunity to get Joker before he starts shooting.

Your groan in the pain. You felt someon take you up into their eyes. You weakly look up to see Batman.

He was carring you like he did before.

"I'm sorry Daddy. . . I'm sorry."

Your words hit deeper this time around. Bruce held you tight. "It's alright. Your alright."

You hummed at his familiar reply and leaned onto his chest. Closing your eyes as the last tear drops fell from your eyes before falling unconscious.

[rottmnt-residuum]

Idk why, but Donnie looks more like he’s holding off, almost protecting, Leo and Mikey from the blonde bitch (I forgot the name sorry :c)

Like, yeah he’s resisting, futile in the end, she essentially lobotomized him in arc ONE. But I really hope this is not the end of “Donnie” in your comic. Like, even if just in spirit, he helps his brothers in other ways.

Also, GOD, you are very brave, you’re capable of pulling a trigger against characters and that takes guts. “Sometimes, you have to kill your baby” well, this time it was just lobotomy and one, no-two, wait. Uh. Fuck does mantis and his fucked up cat count? Idk.

Anyway, because you’re capable of pulling the trigger on characters, you scare me really bad. Teach me your ways please.

( •̀ᄇ• ́)ﻭ✧

Also, how you made Draxum death just, I just. Praise you while crying, goat man didn’t deserve to be just a “oh shit, I shot the wrong animal, anyhow, wanna go for lunch?” Like

Wow that was CASUAL FOR THOSE TWO FUCKERS. I never wanted to break someone neck slowly so much. Besides the blonde bitch.

Oh! And where is Cassandra and Junior? Are they not in your comic or you took Junior out of the picture by using the discarded finale of the movie?

Sorry for this looooong ass ask. Didn’t sleep :p

you're meant to feel like that lmao, don't worry you're just picking up my vibes. Yeah, donnies a big part of the plot, always has been. He's just kinda on the back burner in the second arc.

Oh, repo is fine- well, as fine as someone in his situation can be, but the cat.... uh. Anyway. I don't really see what I'm doing as brave? I just kinda... don't get emotional about my own stuff? (unless i find it funny i mean) Death is just a story telling tool to me, so im not sure how i could teach you my ways lmao

Casey and Cass are... technically in the comic? I've never heard of a discarded final of the movie, but if it is what i think it is... maybe in the first iteration of the comic? I'm making that possibility its own comic on my side blog.

Anyway, I'll make a bonus comic for where they are in Residuum... they are very busy lmao

[lavenezolanarusa]

დ .•*””*• 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑝ℎ𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘! •*””*•.დ

@stephcass-week ꨄ

𝐷𝑎𝑦 6: 𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝐻𝐶 𝑜𝑟 / 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐴𝑈

Cassandra Cain Wayne.

Better known as Cass.

Orphan. A heroine recognized for her strength and intelligence.

...

Who would say that deep down she was like a little attention-seeking kitten?

It seems incredible, but Stephanie was a witness to it. Whenever Cass was feeling low on energy, or simply seeking attention to cheer herself up, she would stick to her girlfriend no matter what she was doing. Even on patrol nights, as long as there was no movement in the streets, she could get to visualize Orphan's silhouette attached to Spoiler's silhouette, sinking into a small scene of love.

As if the universe stopped when those two souls met.

Today was a day for them. Cass had had a hard day and what she really wanted was a bit of pampering, so she didn't hesitate to approach the blonde as soon as she had time.

▪Cass... -Steph called her, looking at her with some seriousness- I'm finishing some papers...

•I know, but you can leave it for later... - the one with almond-colored eyes told her, earning a doubtful look from his girlfriend.

▪You do the same and you don't let me comment. -she said- But just because I'm tired of doing that, I'll listen to you

Saying that, the blonde began to caress her girlfriend's hair, making her purr with a smile.

▪You look like a cat... And your father is supposed to be a bat -Steph observed while she laughed

•Tell that to Bruce and kill him immediately -the brown-haired girl answered smiling

▪I don't want to lose my father-in-law, Clueless Heroine.

•But I'm YOUR clueless superhero.

//Im sorry for no published that a little more before, I'm in a Anime Event and almost forgot the Prompt Stephcass

[supernaturalgirl31]

No matter how heard i try to keep her safe the more danger she ends up in

Y/n was sleeping and dean gose the kitchen to get a glass of water . "Hello dean" "ahhhh dam it cass stop poping up like that your going to scare me to death one day" "sorry uhhhh hows y/n? "Shes ok sleeping right now Figured she could use it "

"This is all my fault i should of hiden her better " dean looks at his friend. And hands him a beer.

"Its not your fault ok you did what you could " "but i should of done better . Shes my mate i have to Protect her at all costs and instead im putting her in more danger "

"Castiel are you forgetting who she is ? She's a Winchester. Danger comes with the name no matter what " he smricks. "Your right i forgot about that . But that dosent change the fact that i want to keep her safe more then ever. "And you will but you just have to accept that you cant always do that " .

Castiel nods and went to check on y/n. He walks in her room and sits on the bed and watches her sleep . He was going to leave when she stopped him . "Dont go" she said as she tuns and lays on his chest. And sighs . He smiled and rubs her back . "Alright i will stay " he falls asleep

[vinnybox]

What would the rest of the batfam look like with wings? Like Bruce Alfred and Cass, etc? Would Steph somehow have purple wings? (idk if there’s even any birds out there with purple wings lol)

@reddkass tagging as well so you know I've answered your ask <3

aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA SORRY FOR LATE ANSWER! Been real busy and been bouncing between answering asks with or without doodles or not. Would love to draw them rn but Artfight GRRR

firstly! Yes!! Cass showing her support and love for her brother through physical affection is canon and I take no criticism/lh

She most definitely gives his wings little pats and also in Cass style, if she notices his distress or if something isn't sitting right, she's the first to comfort him with little wing touches even if Dick didn't realize how distressed he really is.

As for Wings AU Cass and Steph and ther rest of the batfam!! I've thought about it, but the only birds I could think of for Cass is a Secretary bird and for Steph would be a Violet-backed Starling? 🤔

Long rambling and images under cut!

Secretary bird! Absolutely gorgeous but deadly as in has very powerful kicks and destroys snakes DHSDDSHJD They're pretty big too if I remembered correctly?

ALSO just now realizing smth, but ok at first I thought about Batman as this bird, Bat Hawk (haha) but like, this COULD also be Cass cause I think she can beat Batman in a fight? and Bat Hawk also eats bats...

AND JUST LOOK AT HOW COOL!!!

And Violet-backed Starling! I hadn't got around to doing more research yet, but This is all I can think of for now! but there could be others that might fit her more since I did want to base off both from looks and vibes or how they function etc. BUT mostly want to just have fun designing wings later on :]

AND as for Batman and Alfred. Let's get Batman first.

Batman, I've thought about him being Bat Hawk cause of the name and looks alone, but alas, I’ve also come right back to my first options being either Crows or Ravens! Not just cause of their looks alone, but also they’re very intelligent birds! And they communicate within their flock and Ravens are known to form mutual relationship where they work together with wolves. A special bond!

Im leaning a little on the Raven tho for Batman/Bruce cause Ravens are known to do barrel rolls in the sky too! I think it’d be useful for evading aerial attacks c:

As for Alfred, his might come as a surprise?? idk, but I honestly feel Alfred vibes from Shoebill bird (says someone who’s never read a lot of comics WEEPPSS! I’LL DO IT SOME DAY I promies :c )

Like! They’re very intimidating, but are like, super cool? They sometimes bow to people too from some stuff I’ve heard in videos, but they can be quite dangerous if want to. Overall the bird is pretty chill tho.

Another hting I could think of in a funny way are Penguins HDGSHJ cause in Japanese their name means Business Goose which is super funny and sweet.

OR Alfred COULD be a Crow while Bruce is a Raven. (Ravens are larger and has a slight difference in how their tail looks from Crows :D)

If any of you have a better idea I wouldn’t mind y’all sharing and comparing notes haha

EDIT: ALSO COMPLETELY FORGOT I COULD EVEN DO NON-BIRD WINGS. Batman could literaly just hve bat wings and that’d be POGGERS

[wrencatte]

a longer than normal snippet of bad news this place is magic af chapter 3 because it's 422 in the am and i should really go to bed but im not. (wc: approx 1,151). This is a ROUGH draft

Gotham isn’t alive.

Gotham isn’t not alive.

(It’s complicated.)

But when you have as much as ambient magic that Gotham does – festering, pooling. Nowhere to go. No one use it. It languishes, steeping into the foundations, seeking physical objects to siphon a droplet from a deep, abyssal ocean –

When you have as much ambient magic that Gotham does –

The line between alive and not alive gets a little blurred.

—

Tim lets them laugh, lets Steph’s boundless capacity for banter ease some of them tension. He glances over at Cass and sees it in her expression that she noticed it too – Jason’s shaking hands, the pinch of pain around his eyes, the sheen in them that he keeps blinking away.

It could be blamed on his injuries. Most of it can probably be blamed on his injuries. But he folds his arms over his chest, pressing close in a way that has to hurt the claw marks there, and his nails dig into his sleeves, the fabric of his sweatshirt being the only thing keeping him from drawing blood.

He closes his eyes, exhausted, and cuts in. “It’s still hurting you – the cloaking spell.”

Not a question. A statement of fact.

The banter cuts off, the light teasing dies down. Jason doesn’t look at him, nails burrowing, teeth flashing to bite his lip. His fangs – because that’s what they are no matter how often Bruce calls them elongated canines; he just doesn’t want to admit that Jason has fangs. Some things are too weird for Batman. – split his lip, blood beading up.

“No,” he says.

Steph frowns. “Jason…”

He frowns back, something gleaming beyond the tears in his eyes – and Tim thinks of sunlight through sweet tea and vintage whiskey. “We don’t have time to worry about it,” he snaps with only a quarter of his usual heat. If Tim’s already exhausted, he can’t imagine how Jason feels.

“There’s always time,” Duke says then glances at the ceiling when all Jason does is sneer in response. “Fine – if you wanna be a stubborn asshole about it we’ll let you. For now.” There’s a glow in his eyes to match Jason’s – but golden where Jason’s is copper. The hair on the back of Tim’s neck stands on end and he remembers – he never really forgot – that Duke’s meta-abilities are weird and odd and more and now he’s starting to get an idea of why. “What’s the plan?”

Jason slumps like his strings have been cut. Cass swings her arms over his shoulders, slouching in a way that’s uncharacteristic of her but makes Jason reach up and hold on to keep her from sliding to the ground.

And subsequently makes him stop pressing on his injuries.

“The plan is to figure out where his final circle is going to be and stop him,” Jason says slowly. He presses his lips together. Tim hands him a napkin that he takes without looking, dabbing at the blood almost absently. His eyes flicker across the map, following Duke’s lines from point a to b all the way to m – thirteen points. Twelve like a clock and then one directly in the middle. “That’s smack dab in the middle of the reservoir.”

“The labyrinth,” Tim says. Jason nods. “Great. Just what we needed.”

“I’m sorry, the what?” Duke asks, brows furrowed. The gold in his eyes has faded even if Jason still shimmers copper. “We have a labyrinth?”

“We don’t,” Steph says and she looks absolutely disgusted by the direction this is going. “The Court of Owls, on the other hand, did. Do we really have to?”

Duke pinches the bridge of his nose. “The Court of Owls?” Everyone stares at him. “Hey, don’t look at me like that,” he snaps. “Some of us are new to this whole vigilante business. I’m still in Jason’s era of casefiles!”

Jason groans. “Great,” he mutters.

Tim gives him a sympathetic look that’s ignored. He’s seen the reports from Jason’s time as Robin and they’re not pretty – Rogues like Kite Man and Condiment King weren’t a common place then. It was usually the Families and the darker crimes that really makes Tim wonder who thought it was a good idea to let a teenager on the streets like that. Though, he’s sure Jason had seen worse before he was Robin.

Already files on the Court of Owls are popping up on screen, courtesy of Barbara. Duke leans in, scanning the words, lips moving, his eyes getting wider and wider the further he gets, jaw dropping.

“What?” he whispers. “No, seriously. What?” He gestures frantically at the screen. “Dick? Your, your parents?” he asks Tim.

Tim shrugs. “They were in over their heads,” he says casually. And it is pretty casual. The Court never wanted Tim. They were more pissed that Janet and Jake managed to snub them so well. Tim’s had two years to come to terms with the mess his parents left him with. “It’s actually one of the reasons they traveled so much. The Court did not like them ducking out like they did. Technically they were never official members anyway, too New Money to get more than a foot in the door.”

Babs pulls the files down. “I can send the rest to your tablet,” she tells him. “Let’s focus. Jason, why is he doing this?”

Jason drags a fingertip over the desk surface. Tim watches the motion – it’s not random. It’s…It means something. He traces it out over and over again. Steph ducks down, frowning, waving her hand in front of Jason’s face – he flinches, hand going flat on the desk.

“Magic,” Jason says.

“We’ve established that,” Tim replies.

He shakes his head, drags a hand down his face, winces when he pulls at the marks on his face. “No. Listen. Magic is pretty much everywhere. There’s, like, maybe two places on this planet where magic is null and only the Sorcerer Supreme knows where they are.”

“And that’s?”

“Currently it’s Zatanna Zatara,” Jason says with a smirk. Steph claps her hands, eyes sparkling. “Yeah, thought you might like that. She’s been Sorcerer Supreme for about…five years now? After Kent stopped being Doctor Fate and Khalid picked up the mantle. Gotham is not null.”

Duke quirks an eyebrow. “But no one here uses magic.”

Jason nods. “And that’s the problem. Magicians don’t come to Gotham – not because Batman asked nicely or anything, but it’s disgusting here.” He swallows thickly, looking like he might be sick. Tim hands him another orange juice and he takes it even though he rolls his eyes. “Magic has to be used. It’s gotta flow. It doesn’t even have to be a person – or the equivalent of one. Those magical objects we’ve dealt with over the years? That’s Gotham’s magic trying to find some outlet before it explodes like a powder keg. That’s the only reason we’re not suffering a weird magical plague.”

[tadpolesonalgae]

just read your answer and just wanted to say i love when you answer everyone and never thought you sounded mean or anything. i usually send those in right after reading the chapter so i think i just tend to rant for too long lol but i completely understand that you're not really answering most things because yeah it could be a spoiler

also i didn't really take into consideration that reader is so attached to her books that she'd obviously think she could fix everything by researching it. i still stand by that she should ask for help but i also don't see her doing it before the 2 weeks or she actually hurts herself or makes a mess (how funny would it he if she just blew a hole into rhysand's house or something lol) also maybe i read it and forgot but is reader living in the house of wind or townhouse? i thought since we never see cass or nesta she wasn't in the house of wind but since the library is there i thought it could also work

also i didn't remember i went in on the ic like that but i kind of stand by it because i still think that no matter how much a person isolates themselves when their family or friends don't still reach out it's on them too. but also one of the best parts of acotar is the ic for me (found family is just the best) so i wish we could see reader be part of the family, especially if she's supposed to stay there. and i'm so excited for the ic to see her actual personality because im tired of her only being herself with people that don't matter, well not don't matter but that aren't her family. i think this is also why so many people are on team eris because apart from actually listening and treating her better than azriel, usually the relationship with the ic and the night court wouldn't be amazing if she was going to leave and since they barely even know who she is it feels like we're there. also i'm kind of scared to see her relationship with nesta actually because with nesta's tendency to hit where it hurts and hurt people when she's hurt mixing it with the reader's so low self esteem and constant feeling like a burden can't be good but the fact that they both love their books, it's just that their books are completely different, seems kind of fun.

also (last also promise) i can't wait for the inevitable moment when ic finds out about eris and try to tell her he's dangerous or manipulating her and i hope she throws a "would you even care" or something back at them

anyway im sorry im ranting again, can't wait for next chapter - 🧶

‘i still stand by that she should ask for help’

Especially after the panic in chapter 7, but I suppose she’s not thinking particularly clearly at the moment 😬

‘is reader living in the house of wind or townhouse?’

Reader generally stays up in the House of Wind, but occasionally heads down to the River House for a night or two (used to, it’s currently slightly ambiguous) when there were dinners.

I like to think that (massive acosf spoilers—directed at that one anon 🙉) after Cass and Nesta got together, and Rhys was happily showering her in gifts for saving Feyre, that they got a place of their own, so reader mostly has the House of Wind to herself! Save for Azriel who also stays up there pretty infrequently—and pretty far away, too.

However, when Nesta was occupying the HoW, reader was between the Townhouse and the River House, so she was pretty happy to be able to go back :)

‘nesta's tendency to hit where it hurts and hurt people when she's hurt mixing it with the reader's so low self esteem and constant feeling like a burden can't be good but the fact that they both love their books,’

This is something I’ve been enjoying so much about being given the chance to write CBMTHY!! Thinking about the dynamic between reader and her sisters growing up? Like who was her favourite? Who did she feel the most distant with? Who did she have the most in common? It’s so fun!!

Anyway, I like to think that after her reformation in acosf, she won’t say anything intentionally hurtful, since she’s no longer set on keeping people away from herself. However, they have grown up together, so their relationship will naturally be different from how she is around Feyre or Elain :)

‘also (last also promise) i can't wait for the inevitable moment when ic finds out about eris and try to tell her he's dangerous or manipulating her and i hope she throws a "would you even care" or something back at them’

I mean, hoping she’ll be able to stand up for herself if it gets to that point, otherwise she’ll just internalise the disappointment and I don’t think she could take that 😬

Like she already has kind of convinced herself she’s a burden, so to then be confronted with indisputable evidence that so many people are upset/angry at her… 🫣🫣🫣 let’s hope Eris’ combative nature has rubbed off on her enough by that point!!

And don’t be sorry, I love it when you send in these longer asks/thoughts/rants!!🧡💛

[valleynix]

Okay so. Imagine that Cass doesn’t die when Ethan tries to kill her, she’s just weakened and reforms after moving to a warmer place and when she hears her mother mutate, she runs through the castle to get to her to save her, but she gets there too late and Ethan has killed Alcina. Cass is filled with rage and grief and she kills Ethan, and she moves on with her life eventually, after a long long time of grieving. She keeps the blade that Ethan stabbed her mother with because it’s the last thing her mother “touched” and she will never truly be over the loss. (Dani and Bela also survived but idk I don’t have a way to fit them into this so yeah)

Anyways. I hope that makes sense. Just angsty little thoughts swirling around in my mind.

I FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS IM SO SORRY

but oh my god???? the hurt???? POOR BABY CASS NOT BEING ABLE TO PROTECT HER FAMILY AND LIVING WITH THE GUILT.......

this hurt my heart 😭

[not-quite-girl-nor-quite-boy]

I cant promise any sort of consintancy between length of things but idk man lets just go with it. I enjoy writing so im just gonna do it to any extent i please. I am probably going to make most of it whumpy because thats what i enjoy but feel free to request anything youd like. Of course there will be some absolute tooth rotting fluff here and there, like today's :) ((whopsy almost forgot my possesive apostrophe, my englishe teacher mother would have my kneecaps let me tell you(((speaking of which i have not proofread and have not checked any of the grammar or spelling, so sorry xxx)))

Have fun <3

Suptober promt #1: maze/maize.

~Destiel~(Cass and the Winchesters are buddies but cass isnt exactly clear on feelings and how feelings work.)

"CAS!" Dean called as suddenly cass appeared in front of him.

"Yes, dean what is it! What happened!" Cass questioned concerned and alert, ready for any threat that affronts him. His eyes shooting from sam to dean sitting in opposite chairs at the little table in the motel room trying to find the threat in need of defeating.

"What? Nothing, why?" Dean asked in response.

"You called for me?" He asked his voice dripping with confusion, his head turned to a tilt.

"Yes..." Sam inquired.

"You only call for me when you need something. Is something happening?" Cass asked. Sam and dean locked eyes guiltily realising only in that moment how true that statement really was. Sam decided to try and stear the conversation away from that point while dean was peicing himself together.

"Yeah buddy, everythings fine. We- we just-" sam started. Dean redonned his mask and jumped back into the conversation.

"Sam youre butchuring it." He said looking at sam before standing and making intense eye contact with cass. He put his hands on his shoulders and locked eyes eliciting a slight blush from cass who had been developing feelings for dean as much as it defied his angel wiring. He had come to terms that feelings were ok and that they were acceptable but he didnt come accross them naturally nor did he understand how they worked. Dean continued his thought with the same intensity "there is a very important event happening right here in town. There is nothing else on for a while so... will you, castiel, angel of the lord, come with us to... the MAZE MAIZE!?!?"

If anything Castiel's confused face intensified as his crinkled crows feet continued to develop.

"Its a corn maze they make em some times dean really made it sound much bigger than it is. Its fun though and we havent been to one since we were kids and hey, its nebraska there isnt a lot of places here where corn isnt. Its pretty much just a laugh but its a good part of human culture education so we thought why not? Deans pretty excited as you can see." Sam explained gesturing to dean who had not let go of cass nor broken eye contact.

"Yes i can see that. But to reiterate, why am i here?" Cass asked.

"Come with us man." Dean joked clapping him on the shoulder.

"Why?" Cass asked.

"Its fun cass! Come on, please, come with us?" Dean asked.

"Of course. Anything for Dean Winchester." He nodded not realising how flustered that made him.

"All right then." Sam clapped trying to cut through the sexual tension in the air with the sound. "We gonna go?" He asked standing and pushing the chair out from under him as he stood. Dean looked around at him.

"Yup, yup. Lets get going! Man i cant wait!" Dean said trying to distract himself from feelings he knew he shouldnt have. 'Hes an angel, he probably cant even feel love,' He told himself. 'And even if he could why would he love me im just an emotionally fucked human. He could totally fo better. And it wouldnt take much.' Dean told himself. He swiflty walked out the door holding it open for sam, who nodded his thanks, and cass who said, "thank you dean." Damn, holy, angel manners making him blush.

When they arrived at the corn feild cass looked at the sign,

"I dont understand the purpose of this." Cass said.

"Its just for fun, it dosent have a purpose is just something to do." Sam said. "Lets split up. Ill race ya!" Sam said before running off giggling. Dean thoigh it was him embracing the childishness of the activity and not allowing himself feel shame. Little did he know sam had expertly engineered the scenario to enable them to embrace each others feelings.

"Man, i love it when he gets to be a kid. No monsters, no responsibility just messin' around." He smiled before startling at what he had jusg said. "Sorry dude, you didnt want to hear that." He apologised looking sheepishly down at the autumnal floor. He heard footsteps crunching towards him the brown and orange leaves russtling, crushed by familiar black shoes.

Cass put a finger beaneath his chin lifting his head up with his hand.

"I like it when you are honest Dean. When you speak your mind. You dont get to enough." He smiled. Deans breath hitched, his eyelashes fluttered as he threw out a not even half confident,

"come on cass, personal space." As much as it killed him to say so. He knew he had to though, if he allowed himself truely admit these feelings he might never be able to close the flood gates.

Sheepishly cass stepped back hooping dean wouldnt notice his blush only to be releived when he found that deans matched his own.

"Come on," dean said suddenly, "or sam'll beat us with no competition!" He said trying to distract himself. He took his hand and lead him away from the sign,

"Wait, dean shouldnt we memorise the map?" Cass asked.

"No! Thats takes all the fun out of it!" Dean kidded dragging cass behind him, smile beaming, gleeful from the feeling of cass' hand in his. At a certain point following dean grew to meant running after him at full speed just to keep up but cass didnt mind honestly he was quite enjoying himself, just spending time with dean uninterupted. And he enjoyed the colours that came with autumn. The hundreds of shades of browns, oranges and greens each cruching beneath his feet, each one a sacrifice dawning space for next years yeild of leaves only for the process to repeat, to do itself over and over. The certainty of it seemed to minimise his problems, no matter what happens, no matter his own issues be himself alive or dead the seasons would continue and the leaves would fall only to begin again. Whatever thoughts cass had immediately exited his brain the second he saw deans giddy smile. In the golden light of the autumn sun catching deans grass green eyes, and illuminating his already shining smile. Cass was lost in his face with his gilded smile. Time slowed down as he examined the perfect freckles dotting his face, the pinkish blush dusting his cheeks in a child like joy. Dean had a kind of smile that was contagious in a way that lead to cass smiling too.

All too soon cass was brought out of the moment by deans sudden change is stature. He looked around to find whatever had rudely torn him from his perfect moment before noticing. They had reached the center. Dean had been happy, he had beaten sam in the race. Cass was happy too, not only had he tried something and won on the first time but dean looked ecstatic in that moment and that contagious smile infected him again. Infatuated with that perfect grin cass failed to notice that dean seemed equally infatuated by him.

Dean POV

Looking at cass in that moment dean could barely manage that perfect smile on that perfect face. The grin plastered onto his face from just winning some stupid game with sam, some stupid activity for kids but that angelic face and those bluer than blue eyes dean couldnt seem to stop himself. He leaned in and pressed his lips against castiel's who, to his surprise, kissed him back with the same passion and viguor. Equally if not more surprisingly cass was amazing at kissing he licked deans lips asking for entrance which he gladly gave, parting his lips slightly dean felt cass reach in with his tongue and sliding it accross his teeth like he was painting them. Dean locked his fingers in cass' hair running his fingertips along his scalp before promtly gripping his hair tightly between his fingers.

Suddenly cass split from dean roused from the moment by approaching footsteps but refusing to remove his hands from deans waist. He saw a familiar red and black plaid shirt approaching walking backwards. He tilted his head again in confusion.

"HA! TAKE THAT DEAN. I BEAT YOU! JUST LIKE I DID WHEN WE WERE-" at that point he had turned around revealing a very flushed dean and cass whose hands were stol wrapped around each other.

"YES!" He bellowed. "Even though i lost i still won!" He shouted and proceded to immediately whip out his phone dialing a number at incredible speeds.

"Charlie?"

...

"Yeah. I did it! It happened! And you know what that means!"

...

"Yes you owe me $20 and your 11th doctor original sonic screwdriver. Haha!" He said his voice slowly becoming quieter as he walked away. At which point deans chuckled became audible as he failed to tame them by biting his lip any longer. He leaned forward letting his forehead rest on castiel's chest as his shook with the laughter that reverberated through him and through cass' chest.

"What is it?" Cass inquired.

"Its nothing, it-- its the moracle of the maize maze." Dean chuckled as he looked up smiling at him again.

Cass leaned in again kissing him once more.

"Youre smile is the reson i rebelled." He said smiling.

"I could say the same." Dean said before leaning in once more.

(A year later because its alredy 00:01 at this point so why not take the story further?)

"I love you." Dean said. Kneeling down and pulling a box from his pocket. "Will you marry me?" Dean asked smilling.

Cass smilled a beaming smile looking at dean kneeling down on the crisp autumn leaves holdning the velvet box in his fingers, focusing mostly on that magical smile.

"Anything for that smile. Of course." He said gleefully. Dean stood up and kissed cass hard smilling happily.

"Just another miracle of the maize mase." Dean smiled.

(Another year later because again why not?)

"I do." Cass grinned happily blushing with pride and joy for dean standing opposite them. They had arranged a sort of wedding like thing given that castiel wasnt an actual person according to the law and dean had died a few times over according to the government, sam was officiating.

"Then i now pronounce you, human and angel, man and husband, hunter and etherial being." Sam said. They leaned in again and kissed each other hard before pulling away only slightly. And mumbling into each others lips,

"Just another miracle of the maize mase." They joked. Dean seemingly never removed his fingers from Cass' hair and cass holding onto his shirt tight. They smilled.

"Yeah, yeah. One more miracle of the maize mase and one of you is gonna end up pregnant." Sam joked from just behind them.

They chuckled together hugging each other tight and wrapping their arms around each other"s necks.

"I love you." They said at the same time. Eliciting one more smile from each of them. Before the story ended and the writer didnt know how to phrase it.

~I really didnt know what to do with this promt honestly and i woukd never have done anything like this otherwise. Also sorry its 00:21 and so technically not the fisrt of october. And i literally just fuckin noticed that its the second not the first so i was a day late anyway so fuck me but never mind i will catch up! Anyway hope you had fun <3 ~