#Oracle Planning

[bispsolutions]

Chaning User Variable Using Groovy Script Oracle Planning

[hychlorions]

saw another klapollo vision. falling asleep with a distance between them but they're still reaching out to each other.... augh

[geeky-nightphilosopher]

Headcanon in a Cryptid!Batfamily AU where all the Wayne's have synchronized their heartbeats to the point where the Kent's and anyone else who can hear heartbeats can't tell who is who.

So, like Clark and Jon think that Bruce and Dami are in trouble in Gotham- but when they get there, it's Jason and Tim.

Or Kon thinks Tim are in trouble because he can hear the rapid heartbeat... but it's Dick, Bruce, and Steph playing video games.

It let's so frustrating for everyone that Clark talks to Bruce;

Bruce: *deadpan expression* Why do you think we have "Plan S"

Clark: Plan S?

Bruce: If we are really in trouble, we just yell.

[the-bat-bros]

Panels from the latest WYA that made me want to SOB

My Jason. My BABY. MY SHEYLAH. They love and support him so much. I CAN’T 😭.

“He’s always liked to play with his food” Jason no. Jason. Jason please 😭.

[sacredoraclez]

💫ᑭIᑕK ᗩ ᑭIᒪᗴ~ ᗯᕼᗩT Iᔕ Tᕼᗴ Tᕼᗴᗰᗴ Oᖴ YOᑌᖇ ᑎᗴ᙭T ᑕᕼᗩᑭTᗴᖇ Iᑎ ᒪIᖴᗴ~?!💫

💫~ᑭIᒪᗴ 1•ᗩᐯᗴᑎTᑌᖇIᑎᗴ~💫

moving on, going forward. instead of arguing with those that disagree with your being, embracing who you are and perhaps deciding to follow your soul path forward instead of arguing with folks. you can only go up- for your theme ahead shows that you can only move ahead towards embracing who you are and no longer entertaining those that don’t serve your purpose. no longer letting people downplay you. moving forward from people that don’t serve your purpose any longer. full steam ahead toward your true potential . discovering who you are and who you’re meant to be, no longer entertaining what isn’t meant your you. you are focusing on loving yourself and filling your own cup! independent, especially in the financial sector! stepping into this king of pentacles energy! focusing on the self, the potential, and your soul purpose! your overall theme is moving on full steam ahead with independence and focusing on you! go pile one! period!

~ᑭIᒪᗴ 1 ᔕᑭᖇᗴᗩᗪ~

💫~ᑭIᒪᗴ 2•ᑕᗩᖇᑎᗴᒪIᗩᑎ~💫

there’s something about stepping into something here. particularly stepping out of a financial loss. perhaps seeing through with a certain choice that could lead you out of a loss or recovery from some sort of financial loss. perhaps looking through choices or making a choice that you don’t exactly know what will come of it, but perhaps receiving some sort of wealth or money in return from making this choice. this would lead to an entire new beginning of a recovery from a financial loss. maybe leading to learning more about your finances. perhaps though your recovery you could be guided to not get so indulgent at first. perhaps in your next chapter, your moving into a more comfortable position than you were before or are currently. you’ll be gaining your strength back from this, regaining your power and control over your finances. taking off the shackles of what once perhaps had control over you, and freeing yourself. taking the shackles of instability off. you’re regaining your strength from this loss and in turn recovering from it! great news for you pile 2! hoping the best for you!

~ᑭIᒪᗴ 2 ᔕᑭᖇᗴᗩᗪ~

💫~ᑭIᒪᗴ 3•ᕼᗴᗰᗩTITᗴ~💫

there’s something about leading through emotions of turmoil or stress. maybe sadness or something causing imbalance. something about leading maybe yourself through a confusion and making a choice. a choice to what seems what would be more balanced more you. there could be an indecisiveness, being overwhelmed by what choice to make, but it seems you choose to lead yourself or others into balance. this could also be about making a choice through a relationship. perhaps turmoil in a relationship, and leading and making the choice into harmony. maybe you had a lot of choices in regards to this situation- whether to break up or stay together or something. take what resonates. something about choosing to be in harmony, perhaps turning something around into what used to be emotionally overwhelming. this could be a tough choice, perhaps leaving something that gave you a lot of passion, or going towards something that gives you passion. in the end, i see this choice leads you to transition and moving on from this energy of emotional turmoil. leading the way in your own life. going towards your own expectations. in the end, your next chapter seems to entail moving toward balance, towards letting go, and moving forwards. making the right decision for yourself and leading the way through your life. perhaps towards your passions and goals. interesting pile for you pile 3! i did ask where you are headed with this 6 of swords of moving ahead, and alone is where it seems! i think alone on your journey, going toward harmony- very interesting!

~ᑭIᒪᗴ 3 ᔕᑭᖇᗴᗩᗪ~

💫I ᕼOᑭᗴ YOᑌᖇ ᗰᗴᔕᔕᗩᘜᗴ ᖇᗴᔕOᑎᗩTᗴᗪ, ᗩᑎᗪ I ᗯIᔕᕼ ᗩᒪᒪ Tᕼᗴ ᑕOᒪᒪᗴᑕTIᐯᗴ ᗩ ᘜᖇᗴᗩT ᒍOᑌᖇᑎᗴY ᖴOᖇᗯᗩᖇᗪ~!

🪼ᖴOᖇ ᑭᗴᖇᔕOᑎᗩᒪ ᖇᗴᗩᗪIᑎᘜᔕ, ᔕIᗰᑭᒪY ᗴᗰᗩIᒪ Oᖇ ᗰᗴᔕᔕᗩᘜᗴ ᗰᗴ! ᗰY ᖇᗩTᗴᔕ ᗩᖇᖇ ᑎOᗯ ᑌᑭ Oᑎ ᗰY ᑭIᑎᑎᗴᗪ ᑭOᔕT, ᗩᑎᗪ I ᗩᗰ Oᑭᗴᑎᗴᗪ ᖴOᖇ ᖇᗴᗩᗪIᑎᘜᔕ!

💫TIᑭᑭᗴᗪ Oᖇᗩᑕᒪᗴ ᑫᑌᗴᔕTIOᑎᔕ ᗩᖇᗴ Oᑭᗴᑎᗴᗪ TOO~

🪼💫ᒪOᐯᗴ YOᑌ ᔕTᗩᖇᒪIᑎᘜᘔ, I ᕼOᑭᗴ YOᑌᖇ ᗰᗴᔕᔕᗩᘜᗴ ᘜᗴTᔕ TO YOᑌ~!💫🪼

💫ᔕᑌᗷᔕᑕᖇIᗷᗴ TO ᗰY YOᑌTᑌᗷᗴ ᗩᔕ ᑕOᑎTᗴᑎT Iᔕ ᔕOOᑎ TO ᑕOᗰᗴ~!!💫

[whywouldisayprinter]

Oh yeah this, was like. The 2nd Batfam art wip I started. Only took me like. 3/4 of a year to finish pfffff easy peasy

Inspo was this song:

[smellslikera1n]

so: cass is getting a batgirl solo series during all in, which is supposed to be DC’s new jumping off point starting in october. (unclear if it’s really a reboot or not?) but the series isn’t called cassandra cain: batgirl or anything like that. it’s just batgirl. they’re (hopefully) setting up cass as THE batgirl for whatever new era they have planned. so what about babs? well - either they keep trying to puppet the lifeless corpse of babsgirl even though cass is explicitly the main batgirl now OR (fingers crossed) they let her be oracle full time. i mean, that’s what makes sense, right? with cass as batgirl and the birds of prey with more than enough fighting members and not enough oracle…

tl;dr we are (hopefully) so back

[haveihitanerve]

When We Were Young

This was stupid. So stupid. Barbara couldn't believe she’d let Bruce convince her to join him at one of his Galas.

“I miss seeing you!” He’d pouted, complete with arms crossed, and puppy dog eyes. Unfortunately for her, Bruce’s puppy dog eyes were very good. And maybe she was just soft for him. He’d always managed to slip through her cracks without even meaning to. Much like his son.

Barbara scowled at her mental self, shoving the thoughts away. She was here for Bruce. And as much as she despised these events, he made them better. He would be worth it.

“Barbara,” A familiar voice purred, and Barbara couldn't help her smile, turning to look up at the man of the hour.

“Bruce.” She returned. He dipped low, grasping her hand delicately in his own, pressing the barest whisper of a kiss to the top.

“You look lovely.” He murmured, and there was a sparkle in his eyes that she had missed. That was maybe the reason she had said yes.

She laughed, dragging her hand from his, and rolled her eyes. It was good. Familiar. Simple. She liked life with Bruce like that. Life was simple with Bruce like that. Despite his… issues, Barbara had never found it hard understanding him. Maybe that was why they got along so well. Maybe that was why they didn't.

“I should make the rounds..” Bruce muttered with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Thank you for coming Babs. Truly. If you like, you can sneak out the back during my speech. I won’t mind.” And he wouldn’t. Babs knew that. It was why she smiled, nudging his side with her elbow.

“I’ll be here the whole night Brucie, don’t you worry about that. You’ll be sick of me!” His eyes flashed with gratitude and he stooped low, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Now I face the wolves!” He grinned, offering her a wink. “Wish me luck.”

“Luck-” The word died in her throat as Bruce descended the stairs, arms wide for the people who swarmed him, not yet having noticed the man who stood on the other side of the room, surveying the crowd.

No one had noticed him yet, and he hadn’t yet put his mask on because of it. Eyes tight, shoulders tense, he watched the people swarm his father, black hair styled away from his face in immaculate perfection, the way he hated, a suit pressed tightly around his body, accentuating every curve. Babs tongue turned leaden in her mouth.

Bruce finally noticed the newcomer, and his face lit up with joy, pushing through the crowd to greet him. Even from so far away, Barbara could hear the pure elation in his voice as he yelled “Dick!” so loud she was certain Joker heard it from Arkham.

The cameras and people immediately swarmed forward, and Dick’s mask fell into place, an easy smile crossing his face as people reached him before his father, offering pleasantries and mild conversation. Bruce pushed through the crowd, clapping his son on the back, and for a second Dick’s mask seemed to peel, a centimeter of true, raw happiness emerging as his father wrapped him in a hug, hand moving to tousle his hair into that achingly familiar smile.

Dick joked something Barbara couldn't lip read from so far, and Bruce laughed, wrapping an easy arm around his shoulders. Something heavy and sharp stabbed at Babs insides.

He… Bruce had known Dick was coming. And he hadn't told her. Hadn’t- had practically forced her to come.

Sharp, stinging betrayal prickled at Barbara's eyes, but she blinked them back, swallowing the lump in her throat with her last gulp of champagne. It was stupid to believe he’d have her back against his son. Stupid to think she even compared.

Dick’s eyes traced the crowd, chatting aimlessly with some girl in front of him, eyes darting around as they always did, seeking a friendly face, some pleasant conversation, an exit strategy. He would find none of them with her.

He smiled then, that all consuming smile that seemed to illuminate the entire world before focusing on one person, making them feel like they were the most important person in the whole world. She hadn’t felt it in years.

Babs spun on her wheels and left. 

Pt 2

[unfinishedslurs]

every robin gets a freebie

reverse robins in the aftermath of the death of filipe garzonas

A CD was in the mail within the next week, blank but for a note that slipped out when the envelope was opened. You should really trust in your birds more often, B. Learn from your mistakes for once. 

Jason felt bile in his throat. It was body cam footage, blurry and half obscured, of Robin and Garzonas on the roof. Footage that still clearly showed Garzonas taking a too-far step back, Robin lunging to reach him, and then…

But that’s not what happened, Jason doesn’t say. His tongue feels swollen and thick in his mouth. 

Batman takes off the cowl solemnly. “Jaylad,” he says. “Jason. I’m so sorry for doubting you. I never should have…”

He can’t be here anymore. He can’t be in this cave, can’t stand Bruce looking at him like that, can’t stand to even be in the vicinity of the Robin uniform he no longer deserves. 

He bolts for the exit.

“Jason!” he hears Bruce call, but he doesn’t stop. He can’t. Not even when he nearly runs into Alfred, not when Damian tries to grasp his arm, not when Duke asks him what’s wrong or when Tim yelps in surprise and drops his cane jumping out of the way. He just runs, out the manor door and into the night. 

For a split second the figure on the roof is overlaid with Gloria. Beautiful, resigned Gloria, who was so scared of what Felipe would do to her that she would do anything to stop it. 

Then he blinks, and he’s on the rooftop with the Spoiler. 

“Relax,” Spoiler says, “I’m not gonna jump. I'm only three steps into my five-step plan for world dominance. Can’t leave that unfinished. Imagine the paperwork.”

“I dunno.” Jason’s hands are shaking. “You seem like the kinda freak who would enjoy that.”

Spoiler lowers her mask, and Stephanie Brown smiles at him. 

“How did you do it?”

“Do what?”

“You know.” His voice wavers. “You know. You know what I did. How did you…why did you…what was the reason?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes!”

“Call it tradition then, I guess.” Steph sounds almost amused. “Robin’s flock together.”

“But you don’t like me.”

“Who told you that?”

No one, but she doesn’t exactly go out of her way to talk to Jason. He just kind of assumed. 

Tim’s awkward around him. Sometimes they’re fine, like when he wandered into the library where Jason was and asked if he wanted to get ice cream together. Other times he wouldn’t see him for three weeks. Jason tries not to think about the nights Tim has had dreams that left him cackling loud enough to wake Jason up the couple times he’s stayed the night at the Nest, or the things he heard Tim shout about little birds and broken nests when he was fear gassed. 

It kind of sucks, being your brother's biggest trigger. 

(Those three weeks may be a case of mutual avoidance, but Jason will never admit it.)

When he doesn’t say anything, Steph sighs. “How much do you know about when I was Robin?”

“Uh,” he says, caught off guard, “not much, I guess?” He knows that it was because something was going on with Tim. That’s about it, really. He asked once, when he was still new to Robin and the Manor. He didn’t ask again after he saw the look on Tim’s face. 

“Bruce didn’t really want me. Damian didn’t think I was worthy of the mantle, and took every chance he could to remind me. Tim was pissed at me for it. None of them wanted me there, and I tried so hard to prove them wrong. To be the Robin I knew I could be.”

That…can’t be right. The few times he had asked about Stephanie Brown, Tim had nothing but good words to say. Bruce and Damian spent so much time wallowing in their regrets it was insane. For her to say nobody wanted her there, when her absence was a shadow that followed them constantly around Wayne Manor, was baffling. 

Steph looks down at the helmet in her hands. “All I wanted was their approval, and it made me stupid. I overestimated myself. That’s how you get killed in this game, kid. Don’t get too cocky for your britches, and all that.”

Jason is shaking again by the time they get to the Nest. He hesitates at the window, sending a pleading look to Spoiler that she completely ignores ushering him in. 

Tim spins around in his tricked out gaming chair, frown pulling oddly against the wide scars on his cheeks. He flicks his comm off. “Steph?” Then his eyes found Jason. “Jason! Thank God, we were starting to get worried about you. Duke told everyone to give you space, but…”

His mouth is too dry to say anything in response, so he just shrugs. Tim tilts his head, examining him, before looking at Spoiler questioningly. 

She takes off her mask again, lowering her hood and shaking out her hair. “We need some help,” she explains, and nudges Jason forward. 

He stays stubbornly in his place, head tilted towards the floor. Steph sighs. “If you don’t tell him,” she says, “I will.”

He whips his head around. “You promised!”

“My name is literally The Spoiler.” She bares her teeth at him. “I get that you’re nervous, kid, but I do not have time for this.”

“For what?” Tim says. God, Tim’s going to be like a dog with a bone with this. He’s never met a mystery he didn’t want to solve. “Just tell me what’s going on.”

“I killed Filipe!” He blurts out and freezes, moving immediately to hide behind Spoiler. She doesn’t let him, grabbing his shoulder and holding him firmly to the spot. 

Tim gapes at him. “You…” he trails off, slowly turning to Steph, who holds his gaze steadily. “The footage?”  

“I have connections.”

“Of course you do.” He rubs a hand over his face. “How are we playing this?

What?

“We keep going along with what’s been presented to him,” Spoiler responds without hesitation. “B’s paranoid, but he’s also the king of denial. There’s no doctoring on the tape itself, he won’t look any deeper.”

“And Damian?”

“Like he gives a shit.”

“True,” he admits. “Duke wouldn’t care enough to check either way, so that just leaves Cass.”

Steph swears. “Fuck, Cass. Do you think she’ll say something?”

“Yes. Ugh, yes she will. Fuck.”

“Think you can talk some sense into her?”

“Maybe.” He squints at Jason. “I’ll probably play up the ‘ridden by guilt’ and ‘will never happen again’ angle. He definitely reads it.”

“What the hell are you two talking about?” Jason finally says, lungs fighting for air. “I—I killed someone!”

“Not according to Bruce, you didn’t.” Tim tells him. 

“You want me to lie?”

“Yes.”

He looks at Steph imploringly, begging her to explain, but she doesn’t even look at him. “Chill out, kid,” she says, “We all get a freebie.”

“Damian got more than a freebie,” Tim points out. 

“He’d tell you it was his right as the blood son.”

“Stop joking!” He shouts, chest heaving for air. “Just—stop it! Why aren’t you telling Bruce? Why are you making plans to lie to him? What’s wrong with you?”

Tim exchanges a heavy look at Steph, before reaching his hand out to Jason. Jason takes it, trembling. 

“Plenty of vigilantes have to make hard choices when it comes to stopping people the law can’t touch,” he tells Jason gently. “I work with people who all choose different things. When it comes to people like Garzonas, who will keep doing it over and over with no remorse…it’s not a method I recommend, but sometimes there’s only one way to stop them. If Robin made that choice, I wouldn’t blame him.”

He can’t stop the tears from welling in his eyes, because this is Tim Drake saying it. Damian was the first Robin, yeah, and Steph left her undeniable mark with her cheer and wit, but Tim wore the mantle twice. He made it into something new, something a bit brighter in the dark nights. Then, after Steph, he made it into a memory. Bright yellow for her hair. Red for Superboy. Even after they both came back Jason wore their colors, because Robin was persistence, and spirit, and clever words followed by hard punches, and bravery and a million other things, but it was also hope and love and remembrance for the lost. 

He wouldn’t forget that. “Why are you so okay with this?”

“You know I’ve had to make that choice too.”

Jason almost laughs, but refrains. He’s heard the stories. “Never sounded like much of a choice.”

“It was.” His eyes snap to Tim’s at the sudden edge to his voice, and Tim meets his eyes carefully. “I was fully aware of what I was doing. It’s not something I’ll ever do again, but it was my choice, and I won’t have that taken from me.” 

“I don’t think I can be Robin anymore.”

“Well, we all have to give it up sometimes.”

“Are we really doing this?” Tim asks, after he thinks Jason has fallen asleep. 

Jokes on him, Jason doesn’t think he’s gonna sleep ever again. 

“Are you seriously getting cold feet now? I thought you loved lying to Bruce.”

“I don’t love lying to Bruce, it’s just—“

“‘—necessary sometimes,’” she finishes. “Whatever. Like you don’t love the thrill of it.”

Tim doesn’t bother denying it. “This isn’t just lying to B, Steph. This is—are we really going to cover up a murder?”

The room drops ten degrees. 

“If you’re not going to back me on this, we can go somewhere else. Don’t want you getting your hands dirty or anything,” she sneers. 

“You know I’ve always got your back,” Tim says. Jason thinks back to what Spoiler told him earlier about her time as Robin, and wonders if that might not be as irrefutable a truth as he’d always thought it was. “I’m worried about Jason.”

“You wouldn’t need to be if you would just help him out—“

“You saw him. The kid looks like a ghost. He looks like I did. Don’t—no, Steph, I’m serious. I’m worried about him. At least I didn’t have to hide that I killed the Joker. You think keeping this bottled up will be good for him? It’s going to kill him.”

“The alternative is telling Batman that his precious Robin killed someone. You remember how that went last time?”

There’s a long pause, and then he hears Tim hiss an exhalation behind clenched teeth. “Don’t bring that into this. Jason’s not me.”

“That’s the fucking problem. You were his golden boy—“

“Seriously? You think I was the golden boy?”

“I’m hardly his favorite,” Tim scoffs. “Jason is.”

There’s a shocked silence. Then Stephanie scoffs. “You can’t seriously be jealous.“

“I’m trying to tell you it’ll be different from me. Have you seen him with Jason?” He waits, but Steph doesn’t answer. “He laughs. He laughs, he smiles, he’s fucking…happy. Jason makes him happy. I never did that. None of us ever—“

“Jesus, Tim,” Steph says roughly. “You made him plenty happy. Damian, Cass, Duke, you all make him laugh—“

“Not like Jason does.”

“You willing to risk the kid on that?”

A beat, and Tim sighs. “No. But it’s different now. Jason has us. All of us. It wouldn’t be like last time.”

“Jason’s not me.” He pauses, almost like he’s debating what he’ll say next, before he says, “He’s not you, either.”

Steph stays silent for so long Jason wonders if she climbed out the window and left. 

Finally, she exhales. “He’s not you, and he’s not me,” she agrees, “but Bruce is always going to be Bruce.”

They sit in silence for a long moment. Finally Steph speaks up. “Are you really jealous of him?”

“No, Steph. Jesus.”

“You’re such a liar.” It’s affectionate this time, though, clearly poking fun. 

Tim sighs, heavier than the teasing warrants. “It’s not him. It’s not him, and it’s not you, I just…I was never able to give up Robin on my own terms. I never…I never got to feel like I was putting it down. It never stopped feeling like—“

Stephanie doesn’t say anything. Eventually, one of the chairs slides back, and Jason hears a cane clacking on the ground. A cabinet opens. “Did you want coffee?”

“What happened to those awful sodas you were addicted to?”

“I assumed you wouldn’t want one,” Tim responds, voice dry. There’s no indication of their discussion in either of their tones. “Considering the first thing you ever did in this apartment was go through all my stuff and make fun of my taste.”

“Fuck it. I’m feeling abominable tonight, I should have something to fit the mood.”

“Shut up.” The fridge opens and shuts, and there’s a quiet thunk like a hand catching something out of midair. Then two drinks crack open. 

“God, I forgot how awful these were.”

(some undetermined amount of time later)

Bruce: Dick you can’t kill Tony Zucco. Batman and Robin do not kill.

Dick: Steph said Robin gets a freebie >:(

Bruce: 

Bruce:

Bruce: STEPHANIE-

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Oracle Planning Stress Testing Using SimulateConcurrentUsage

[that-oracle]

I like Sholmes. He's definitely my favorite from tgaa but I like the whole main cast, really.

havent made fanart for tgaa yet. so i was just kinda messing around to figure out how to draw him. (i also havent drawn in a couple days) I like tgaa a lot though! I havent played the second one yet but I had such a good time with the first one ^^ I plan on starting the second one soon.

[madelynejpryor]

Do you think that by mocking the folly of the former Elven Oracle for not realizing a storm would be her downfall, Adaine Abernant made her first prediction.

[itsjustevil]

So, the consensus from everyone on this platform I'm seeing on what the big thing happening in tonight's episode is that Ally is gonna roll Divine Intervention for Kristen 2 to immaculately conceive the baby of Cassandra and Akarna. That is what is going on. We're all agreeing on this. It's what is happening.ok.

[z-nightshade]

I originally planned to have Sabo at least vaguely threaten Cass about Luffy’s safety, especially with how close the two are, but then Cass accidentally convinced Sabo they survived a Buster Call, was one of his new favorite authors, accidentally on purpose suffocate themself to try and help Ace

And then I realized that, no, that wasn’t happening actually