#a few people have asked me what the babs name is

[densewentz]

more dreamling dad au bc thats just what i do now apparently i like lazy afternoon naps and so do our boys

[such-expensive-mistakes]

halfa!Steph AU (part 1)

I'm still working on the Superpham AU but I couldn't stop thinking about this idea.

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Once upon a time, there was a girl who thought she could be a hero. And then she died. She died slowly and painfully and steeped in guilt over having accidentally set off a gang war that destroyed the city. It's a neat little story about hubris and knowing your place and why Batman is always right.

Except she didn't. Die, that is. She flatlined on the operating table and Leslie faked her death. And when that girl came back, she put on a costume again and became the third Batgirl. It's a heartwarming story about stubbornness and learning to rely on others and proving Batman wrong.

The truth, Stephanie thinks, is somewhere in between.

When she talks about having died, people treat as— not as a joke, the pain is still too raw for that, but as an exaggeration. Dramatic license.

Sometimes Steph thinks that's all it is.  But she feels like she died.  She dreams about it sometimes.  Not just Black Mask, although he does haunt far too many of her dreams, but something else.  Something in-between.

It's probably just the trauma.  That's what Leslie says, when Stephanie finally asks her.

Stephanie doesn't ask Leslie about her newfound strength, or about how sharp her senses have become.  

You can't go through something like Stephanie did and come out unchanged.  That's what Babs says, and she would know.  Steph doesn't think they're thinking about the same kind of changes, though.

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Stephanie lands on a rooftop and looks down at the white van parked below.  It's not a particularly notable vehicle, except for the occupants.  

"What are they doing?" Steph asks.

"I don't know."  Babs sounds frustrated, and no wonder.  There aren't many people who can keep Oracle out of their systems, and Steph wouldn't have judged these guys to be among their ranks.  "I'll keep trying to get through their firewalls, but I'm flying blind here.  Keep an eye on them, but be careful."

"You know me," Steph says.  "Careful is my middle name."

Babs doesn't even bother to muster up a sarcastic response to that, which is how Steph knows she's preoccupied.

These guys have been running all over Gotham for the past few weeks.  They're dressed in immaculate white suits and carrying unfamiliar weapons, and they seem to be taking some kind of readings on unfamiliar instruments.  None of that is a crime, but it's suspicious, and Oracle's inability to find out any more about them is even more suspicious.

And that means they're officially Steph's problem.

The men are doing the same thing they've been doing the last few times Steph has watched them.  It's not particularly exciting.  

"Batgirl," Oracle says.

"Please tell me there's a robbery or something that needs my attention," Steph replies.  "These guys are so boring."

"Sorry.  Do you think you can get one of their gadgets for me?  I want a better look."

"Can do, boss."  

Stephanie carefully climbs down to street level, staying out of sight.  She's gotten a lot sneakier since her not-death.  She tells herself it's all of her training and practice, finally paying off, but regardless of the cause, the guys in white have no chance of spotting her.  

They're standing near the front of the van, arguing about something.

"The apparition was spotted here last night," one says.

"That doesn't mean it's going to return!" another responds. 

Sounds like they're looking for something in particular.  Which Steph and Babs had already guessed, but it's nice to have confirmation.

Steph slips toward the back of the van, which is wide open.  Not smart, especially in Gotham, but she's got a feeling these guys aren't from Gotham.  

The inside of their van reminds her of a sci-fi movie; everything is blindingly white and chrome, with glowing green accents.  And lots and lots of those weapons.  Whoever they are, they clearly have a nice sized budget.

Steph grabs one of the guns and a handheld instrument like the one the guys outside are waving around, but as soon as she does, all the instruments the guys in front of the van are holding start going wild.  

"There it is!" one of them yells.  They all start shooting at her, which is how Steph learns that they're using some kind of fancy laser guns.  Because regular guns just aren't space age enough for these guys.

That's Steph's cue to get out.  She grapples back to the rooftop, just barely avoiding getting hit by the laser guns.

It’s easy enough to lose them from the rooftops.  At Oracle’s direction, she makes her way back to Firewall.  She tugs her mask off and hands the stolen tech over to Babs.

“The’re looking for something,” she says.  “An apparition.”

Babs hums in acknowledgment.  “Hopefully these will have some answers.”  She switches on the— scanner?  Steph’s pretty sure that’s its function, anyway.  It starts beeping wildly.

Steph jumps back, startled.  The beeping stops.

“Well,” Babs says.  “I think we have an idea what they were looking for.”

[gilverrwrites]

Hello could you please do some captain boomerang headcanon fluff, I don’t see enough of it on here.

AN: I can and I will. Good fluffy vibes only today, however, if you would like a reality check, please watch the video linked at the end.

Rating: General (however, wanting for swearing)

Please remember: Everything you're worried about, is going to turn out ok.

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He’s not much for texting, much prefers sending voice notes. These can range anywhere from simple good night/good morning notes, the longest, most pointless, probably drunken rambles, jokes he stole came up with, or professions of love.

When he texts, it’s always in 90s/early 00s style and full of emojis that don’t quite mean what he thinks they do.

He’s not much for texting, much prefers sending voice notes. These can range anywhere from simple good night/good morning notes, the longest, most pointless, probably drunken rambles, jokes he stole came up with, or professions of love.

When he texts, it’s always in 90s/early 00s style and full of emojis that don’t quite mean what he thinks they do.

Cn’t w8 2 c 👀 u 🫵l8r 👄❣️🪃 X 🌫️ Gud nite mu 🫥 u4e lol 😜 🩵🪃 xXx RUOK 4 d8 l8r??? 🌷💦 CUL ❤️‍🔥🪃 X

Has your name saved in his phone as the most ridiculous nickname you can think of, probably also with a bunch of emojis.

Dependant on your personality, petnames would include a few of the following: Darl’, darlin’, babs, babes, baby (pronounced bah-bee), sweets, hon, peachy, lovey, peanut, or doll.

Whatever your least favourite is, he will use the most cause he loves winding you up.

Swears at you, a lot. But its affectionate.

He’s not used to people doing things for him, so he is massively grateful when you do like menial domestic labour for him.

You sewed up the hole in my jacket? You’re THE best, I can’t believe you would do that for me. You did my laundry? WTF? You didn’t have to do that (he’s been wearing the same unwashed boxers for 2 weeks, someone had to) how can I ever repay you babes? You cooked for me? (It’s literally a pot-noodle) You’re an angel, I’m not welling up, shut it.

He’s really good at like, enhancing 'easy' food. He’ll add egg and chives and stuff to his packet noodles, makes the best cheese and vegemite toasty, knows just how much oil and extra cheese to add to a frozen pizza, and has mastered box mix cupcakes. His favourite is chocolate.

Uses a 5 in 1 shower gel, if and when he showers, and you cannot tell me he doesn’t blast lynx africa and/or paco rabanne 1 million so he smells woody and spicy.

However, if you have fancy smelly products of you’re own, he will use them. Gonna treat himself with a good scrub and some large helpings of your shampoo and conditioner (this one’s got multiple products for their hair, posho!)

Doesn’t matter if you use products intended for a specific skin/hair type, it’s getting used.

As a nice bonus he likes doing it cause it means your smell lingers on him when you’re not together.

Won’t admit it but he also really likes it if you burn candles and/or incense.

If you’re close enough in size, he will steal your clothes. Especially socks cause he is always wearing holes into his own.

Gets all gooey and excited when you wear his clothes, especially if you’re small enough that they look oversized, and are visibly his.

If you’re inclined to wear flowy summer dresses, he’ll go feral. Also, a big fan of linen shirts/blouses and short shorts.

When he’s dressed causal he lives in shorts and filp-flops, even in the midst of winter. Or if he’s not leaving the house he’ll just wear his boxer shorts.

Is gone for long periods of time (prison, hiding out etc) so is very clingy when you’re back together, and doesn’t really have boundaries.

Will walk in on you in the bath shower to use the toilet, or to just sit and talk to you. If you ask him nicely, he will wash your hair. Might not do a good job, but he will do it. Has his arms wrapped around your waist at all times while you’re trying to do chores or are out shopping. If he wakes before you (a rare occurrence) he will just lay on his side, watching you sleep. Might get impatient and attempt to subtly wake you by gently brushing your side or nose, or gently shaking your body.

Normally sleeps way into the day, and snores, loudly. Often wakes with a hangover. And will practically beg you to make him a bacon an egg.  

Loves almost any and all brekkie food, bacon, egg, hash browns, pancakes, you name it.

Is not a cuddly sleeper. Like he can fall asleep cuddling, but he will start rolling around, splaying his arms out, kicking his legs. Huge bed hog.

Says his favourite films are action, gangster, or like bro style comedies. Think like: Road House, Indian Jones, Kill Bill, The Gentleman, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, The Hang Over.

If you put on a horror, drama, or rom com, he will not watch it with you.

But he will find things to do in the general vicinity. Or straight up do the dad thing of like standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed. If he’s not sat with you, he’s technically not watching it.

So like, which one is actually her dad? They don’t tell you but the writ- No no no, don’t tell me, I’ll figure it out, Don’t go in the basement, there’s never anything good in the basement, oh she’s only bloody gone and went in the basement! But… Barbie doesn’t love Ken. I’m not cryin, I just got allergies, shut up an’ watch your dumb girly film.

Has a stolen tattoo gun,wants to get matching tattoos, has pro for everyone of your cons. Ideally, he just wants names/initials in hearts, but will settle for more symbolic tattoos. Like a boomerang to represent him for you, and something similar for you.

Keeping any gift you’ve ever given him for life.

I made you a friends ship braclet. Eh, ya know its not my normal kinda jewellery. You don’t ha- No, fuck off, I’m gonna wear it forever.  

Would still love you if you were a worm. Hasn’t the foggiest what he would do with you. But he would love you.

Obviously gonna teach you how to use a boomerang. Even if you already know, he’s gonna show you the right way. Gotta make sure his bab is protected. (Don’t tell him that you find them impractical and are unlikely to ever use one when in need, he will sulk.)

Aforementioned video.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Eyes and Ears

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: An AU where Barbara finds Jason instead of Bruce.

Chapters: 9/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character(s), Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Older SIbling Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Jason Todd is NOT Robin, Jason Todd Has Issues, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Adopted Siblings

Chapter Nine: Nightjars

Jason waited on the roof, swinging his feet as he sat on the ledge. The black of night and lights of Gotham shone beneath him. He tilted his head back and looked up into the sky at the darkness as a familiar wave of sadness and fear washed over him. He took a few deep breaths, trying to pull himself together.

It wasn't like he was scared of being home alone. He kept trying to tell himself that, but the way his hands shook after waking up from another one of his nightmares said otherwise. "Hey, got space enough for two?" a voice asked. It didn't startle him in the way that it usually would have.

"I'm not gonna jump. I'm just waiting for my sister to get home," Jason mumbled.

"You say that like your sister is Batgirl," he chuckled as he sat next to Jason. Jason turned to him, and he gasped.

"You're the Boy—. Robin. You're him," Jason whispered, "Did she tell you to come here?"

"So she is your sister? And no, I'm just in town. Thought I'd stop by," Dick smiled, "And thanks for not calling me the Boy Wonder. I'm a little old for that. Why are you waiting for her up here?"

Jason tried to conceal his trembling hands as he spoke. "Pop's out of town... It just feels weird knowing he's not in Gotham, so I'm watching from up here until she gets back," Jason explained himself.

"How long have you been—? It's none of my business. If she wanted me—."

"Almost five months. Didn't really think I'd be here this long, but they feel like family," Jason confessed. A breeze blew past, and Jason shivered.

"Come on, I'll make us an omelet," Dick whispered, "You like eggs?"

Jason nodded and followed Dick back to the apartment. They climbed into Barbara's window, and Dick went straight to the kitchen as if he'd been there before. "Who are you?" Jason asked.

"She really didn't tell you?" Dick asked. Jason shook his head. "Well, if she trusts you... Dick Grayson." Dick held out his hand, and Jason shook it.

"Jason Todd... Or Gordon. Not really sure how the name thing's gonna work long-term... People really call you Dick?" Jason asked. Dick nodded as he took off his gloves and mask and set them on the counter.

"So, Jason... What's it like having Barbara as a sister?" Dick smiled. He cracked a few eggs and chopped up some peppers and sausage.

"I thought I was stubborn, but I think she's got me beat," Jason replied, "But I've never had a sister before, so I dunno... Maybe they're all like this."

"Nobody's like Babs, trust me on that," Dick replied, "But yeah... Stubborn. That's her."

"But she's also a good friend," Jason whispered.

"Oh, boys. Now, who's gonna tell me I'm pretty?" Barbara asked. Dick and Jason turned to her. "What are you doing here?"

"When were you gonna tell me you had a little brother?" Dick asked. Barbara messed up Jason's hair.

"I would've told you the next time we talked... Jason, what are you doing up?" she asked.

"Having an omelet with your friend, Dick," Jason answered casually, and Barbara cleared her throat. "I couldn't sleep, so I went up on the roof to wait for you."

Silence fell over the kitchen, and Jason looked at both of them. "Who's taller? You or Wonder Girl?" Jason asked.

"Which one of us are you asking?" Dick replied.

"You say that like Barbie knows Wonder Girl," Jason replied. Barbara sighed.

"Barbie?" Dick grinned.

"Don't start," Barbara went into the fridge and poured herself a glass of juice.

"I'm taller. Not by much," Dick answered.

"How many questions can I ask before it gets weird?" Jason questioned.

"Um, you can ask what—."

"He can ask three questions, eat his omelet, and go to bed," Barbara interrupted. Jason stuck his tongue out at her. "Three."

"Fine. How old were you when you started out as Robin?" Jason asked.

"Don't answer that," Barbara chimed in, and Jason opened his mouth to argue.

Dick chuckled as he asked, "Why? How old are you?"

"Thirteen," Jason replied.

"I was around your age," Dick replied.

"Oh, you just love to start problems, don't you?" Barbara pinched the bridge of her nose. "You know he's never gonna let me hear the end of it." Dick made Jason's plate. "I told Jason I'd train him, but I don't want him out in the field. He's not old enough."

Dick nudged Jason and whispered, "You'll wear her down. It might take a while with her, but if you really want to change her mind, you won't give up."

"I'm not like Batman. He's not gonna wear me down. He's too young," Barbara replied.

"Oh, come on. It's not like you waited until you were an adult to throw on the cape," Dick scoffed. Barbara sat down next to Jason and sighed.

"Did you two used to date?" Jason asked. Barbara and Dick turned to him.

"Eat your omelet," Barbara replied before responding to Dick, and Jason started to eat while they argued. After he finished eating, he lay on the couch and drifted off to sleep. It wasn't until he'd been asleep a whole hour that they'd stopped arguing.

"Look at that," Dick chuckled, "He's out cold." Barbara picked him up and carried him back to his bed before returning to her conversation with Dick. "What's the story?"

"He was living in an abandoned apartment all by himself. Two parents dead, his birth mother in the wind... I don't want him out there because of what he's already been through. He won't really talk about it, but from what he's told me, his father was horrible to him," Barbara whispered, "I didn't want to say it in front of him... But when I took him home, I promised myself that I'd protect him. I can't do that if I allow him to do what we do."

Dick nodded and sighed. They talked for a few hours, and on Dick's way out, he whispered, "The biggest mistake you could've made was letting him know what you do, but all you can do now is train him as best you can and hope that he'll listen to you."

Barbara nodded, and once Dick was gone, she changed into her pajamas and checked on Jason. A thought weighed heavy on her mind as she went back to her room. It kept her up for the rest of the night.

[bubblesxo]

I love your fic!!! I fucking adore de-aged Bruce fics and Gotham!Bruce is such a fun way to go about it!! And oh, is there anything in particular you’re looking forward to writing with Bruce and everybody? Or anything you wanna share about the process? I’m super curious!!!

oh thank you so much!!! that means so much to me to hear <33 i'm really glad that you're enjoying the story! i agree, gotham!bruce is a really fun way to tackle the topic of bruce's youth.

i'm really excited to write more bonding between bruce and his kids, as well as some alfred and jim scenes coming up!! (of course, harvey will be making another appearance, don't worry! he's just basically in dix's position in gotham canon here---very knowledgeable, very seasoned, but a bit older at this point. he's happily retired with a wife, and is distinctly spending it away from gotham XD) this fic was made with family relationships in mind, so i'm excited for when bruce finally begins to trust them a bit and starts to care about them more. (as a sneak peak for the next chapter, i'll say now that damian makes an appearance very soon!)

speaking of alfred, i really need to lore drop about him more coming up.

anyway, one of my favorite things ever to include in the fic is bruce random lore-dropping. like, his family has NO IDEA about most of the stuff he casually says, it's just such good comedy fuel for me XD i need some comedy to offset the trauma that all of the characters have, after all!

i have some plot points coming up that i am so so so excited to write!!! more short-term, i have a character coming up that's been mentioned a few times in-fic already as a bit of foreshadowing. he's only in like one chapter atm but miiightt make an appearance later. *wink wink*

more middle-term, there's an arc coming up soon that is gonna be both angst and comedy gold. it includes a character who has been mentioned by name but not discussed haha. he's around for a while (meaning at least a few chapters as a very very prominent character and probably a few as more of a background character) and i know that people are probably gonna be super hype when i introduce him, especially from the time period i'm taking him from!!

finally, i have an important long-term plotline that's going to go on in the background for most of the fic. i was thinking about writing it in a bit more blatantly in about 4 chapters, but now looking at all of this written down, i think i'll shove that chapter into the next round and write something a bit more foreshadowy for now and less obvious. i don't wanna give the plot away too soon, after all! (if you try, you can probably guess the character i'm referring to here, though probably not his name...)

i'm thinking of doing a special babs chapter coming up to talk about her whole parentage thing in this ficverse, too! do you think that would be interesting to anyone? LOL

i also am going to start tying selina in more often in the future, which is going to be a ton of fun!! and looking back on all of this, i'm starting to worry about just *how long* this fic is going to be XD but hey, whatever! i'll go with my muse.

looking back on what i wrote, this seems to be suuuuper vague, and i'm sorry about that!! but mid-term and long-term ones are a bit of a surprise and a mystery, respectively, and i don't want to spoil the fun too much XD

thank you so much for the ask!! i love talking about things on here, especially my fic! feel free to send more asks if you ever feel like it<33 and of course thank you so much for reading and enjoying my fic !!<33

[harlowsbby]

phoenix going back to school and telling his teacher and friends that he has a new baby sister🥹 “she has the same eyes and hair color as me! and her hands are very tiny because she’s a baby”

id love to read a fic of him telling everyone about the new addition to the family

Gonna love me

Now that winter break was over it was back to school time for Phoenix he was beyond thrilled to tell his teacher and classmates about his new baby sister “Santa” gifted him.

“Okay class today we’ll be doing show and tell does anybody want to explain what that is?” Phoenix’s little arm went up high in the air he so desperately wanted the teacher to call on him.

“Yes Phoenix.” His teacher Ms. Honey laughed, Phoenix has always been a outgoing student he loved learning and helping his classmates.

“Show and tell is when you show the class something that is really special to you.” He blushed once all the kids started clapping at his answer.

“You’re right Phoenix that’s exactly what show and tell is all about so who wants to go first?”

Several kids in the classroom raised their hands but not Phoenix he wanted to go last and show everyone just how special his show and tell was.

“This is my favorite toy car it’s my favorite because my grandma and grandpa gave it to me for my birthday.” Phoenix’s friend Andrea told the class, all the kids aww’d at his red charger toy car.

A few more kids went before it was finally Phoenix’s turn he stood tall and proud before pulling out a picture frame with a picture of Venus.

“A picture frame is your amazing toy for show and tell?” One of the kids laughed followed by the other kids, Phoenix looked down at his shoes in embarrassment.

“Now Carter we don’t laugh or make fun of people, apologize to Phoenix.”

“I’m sorry Phoenix.” Carter huffed and mumbled.

“It’s okay Carter I forgive you.”

Phoenix looked back at Ms. Honey in approval to go ahead and show the class what he brought she smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

“For my show and tell I brought a picture of my baby sister Santa Claus gifted me.” Phoenix turned the picture frame around revealing a picture of him holding Venus at the hospital.

“Santa doesn’t give people bab-.” Carter interrupted but was quickly shushed by Ms. Honey.

“What’s her name?”

“Her name is Venus Marie Wyatt. She has the same hair color as my mommy and she has the same eye color as my daddy and I.”

“Does she have small baby hands?” One of his classmates asked and Phoenix nodded his head quickly and smiled as he remembered how small her hands are.

“Yes her hands are very tiny because mommy said she is a baby!”

“Sounds like Santa really gifted you the cutest baby sister didn’t he Phoenix?” Ms. Honey coo’d at him he smiled before placing the picture back into his backup.

After school Phoenix and his class lined up waiting for their parents to come pick them up.

“Phoenix your dad is here and your baby sister!”

“Ms. Honey can we see Phoenix’s baby sister?” Before Ms. Honey could object the kids were running over towards were Urban stood with baby Venus close to his chest.

“Whoa a bunch of little people everywhere.” Phoenix rolled his eyes at Urban’s comment.

“Daddy these are my friends and we had show and tell today and I told them Venus was my favorite gift I got from Santa, can they all meet her? Please daddy.”

“Of course but we must be very gentle and quiet.” The kids aww’d at Venus and mentioned she was so tiny and so cute.

“She has the chubbiest hands!”

“And chubby cheeks I love chubby cheeks.”

“I really like your sister Phoenix she’s super cute! Just like you.” Rosa one of the girls in Phoenix’s class complemented Phoenix his cheeks turning a bright red immediately.

“Thank you Rosa I think you’re super cute too!”

“Uh oh looks like someone has a crush.” Urban told you, when he got no response from you he looked over and saw you snuffling.

“Baby I know you aren’t crying over the fact that he has a crush.”

“He’s just growing up so fast!” You cried into your hands, Urban sighed and lowered his head to Venus’s ear even thought she didn’t understand him.

“Sometimes I think You and I are the only sane ones in this family.” He whispered into her ear making her squeal in agreement.

“I heard that Urban.”

“I’m glad you did.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent cuddling up to the fireplace together and Phoenix taking pictures of you all to show to his class the following day.

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Day Twelve

A03 Link <- Starts at Chapter/Day One for those just joining us :))

Prompts For Day Twelve Self-Harm/Sacrifice/Character Death 

Alt. Prompt For Day Twelve Abandoned 

Prompts Used for Day Twelve Sacrifice, Character Death, Abandoned

Tw's; Guns, Injury, Blood Mention, Death/Child Death Mention

Chapter Twelve under the cut :)

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Robin stood his ground as the people around him started to yell.

“You just got back!” Babs shouted.

“Master Jason, that is highly ill-advised-”

“Jason, you’re benched, you’re not going-”

He started walking towards the cave’s exit when Dick grabbed him from behind.

“Of all the stupid, irresponsible things you have ever done,” he was saying, “This takes the cake,” He started turning Robin around in his grip even as he kicked and fought.

“Dickface-!”

“I didn’t worry about you,” he continued, “For two and a half weeks,” he manhandled him into the chair, “Just so Bruce could go do whatever the fuck he did with the pits so you could go right back out and get hurt again!”

He went still, quiet. Dick was crying. It wasn’t like the few times he’d seen him cry before; this was fat, hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he hissed venom from his teeth. It should’ve been terrifying.

“It’s my life,” Jason said, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s my twin,” he continued.

Three heads turned to him, confused. “What?” he heard someone ask softly.

Anger bubbled in his chest. “He’s already been fucking abandoned by someone who was supposed to protect him. The same person who was supposed to protect me and left me there with that fucking monster. The same one who fucking kidnapped me to hand me over to the Joker!” 

He ripped the face mask off, showing off the J carved into his cheek. “I’m the one who has to live with that night, Dick! I’m the one who has to live with what she did and said. Did you know I have a twin?”

“You what?” he heard Alfred breathe. Glancing around the room, he could see Babs being just as shocked.

“I have a twin,” he repeated, “That she took somewhere and swapped with her friend’s dying kid. The same dying kid she used to manipulate Batman into dropping her case.”

“What are you talking about?” Babs asked, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Catherine wasn’t my bio mom,” he said, trying to make his voice soft.

Batman hadn’t told them. Of course, he hadn’t told them.

He waited for everybody to react before continuing. Dick was acting off; he suspected he knew something, but didn’t call him on it. “Sheila Haywood gave birth to me, an older brother, and my twin. She says my older brother was dead before we were born and named my twin, Daniel, after him. She took Daniel and not me when she fled Gotham after getting in trouble with the law. She said she couldn’t cross the border with him, and her friends had a sick kid our age with the same name and looks, so-”

“She swapped them,” Dick finished. “I... looked through your phone. Not everything, just your emails,” he confessed. “But, Jason, you don’t have to do anything-”

“Like fuck I do,” he spat. “I don’t care what you or anyone else thinks, and I want my phone back,” he added, glaring at him, “But he’s my twin. This was Sheila’s doing. They may not be my actions, but I want to be there for him. I know what it’s like being abandoned by her. And if he died because of her neglect... I want to know. I need to know. Dick, he’s my twin. I have to know what happened to him.”

They looked each other in the face a few moments. “You’d go out anyways, wouldn’t you?” he asked.

Robin nodded.

He sighed. “You grab a com?”

Barbara and Batman both protested. Robin merely nodded again, going for his left ear before remembering it was on the right. He tapped it.

“Testing, testing, one two three,” he said.

Dick nodded. “Let me wash my face and get a domino on. We’re going to find him,” he swore.

“He hasn’t been cleared!” Batman roared.

“You looked over me in the plane!” Robin yelled back. “I’m doing this. If it were about anything else-”

“You don’t even know if it’s him!” He growled back.

“If I was missing and it were a chance it were me-”

“That’s different-”

“No! No, it’s not! Even if it’s not him, it’s still a missing kid. I’m not sitting this one out, papa. I can’t.”

Babs looked at Alfred, who’d raised his eyebrows. That was new.

“I said no, you’re not cleared,” he said firmly.

“Beloved,” Talia jumped in. “Arguing with him does nothing. He’s already said he will go anyway.”

“I have ways-”

“Yes, you do, and they worked well for Dick, did they not?” she said dryly. “He will figure them out eventually. Save them for when he is truly a danger to himself.” She turned to the child next. “This is not an invitation to be reckless. You are to use your training and be careful. Do not make me regret backing you,” she said, looking him up and down.

“Yes ma’am,” he said immediately.

Babs sighed. “I see you finally added pants,” she joked.

He grimaced. “Had to. Scars,” he replied. He fixed the mask back onto his face properly, “Same reason for this.”

She hummed. “We’ll have to develop another one. Maybe one with a cool speaker,” she muttered.

He smiled at her, not that she could see. She was still mad at him, but she was at least willing to understand. It felt nice to have her back in his corner.

“Don’t encourage him,” the bat growled. “He is disobeying direct orders-”

“B, you’ve lost this one,” she said plainly. “We might as well encourage him focusing on other things. Besides, I think he looks cute with the mask,” she said, looking at him up and down. “It suits you,” she said, softer.

Alfred walked over to him, fussing over his cape and masks. “The leggings fit?” he asked.

He took the actions for what they were. Nobody was happy with him right now; they’d all much rather he stay in tonight, let them handle the missing ghost. However, they knew what it was like not to be able to back down from a case. They’d be hypocrites if they tried to keep him benched.

Robin shook his head. “They’re not perfect, but they won’t hinder me in any way for now,” he said.

Alfred nodded and said something about getting measurements when he got back for some leggings of his own.

Nightwing entered the room again, weapons firmly on his back and domino in place. If they didn’t know better, they never would’ve known about the tear tracks that had clung to his cheeks just a few minutes ago.

“Let’s do this,” he muttered. “And Robin?”

He looked at his big brother.

“Please be careful, little wing. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened tonight.”

He nodded. He was, at least, planning on not having any accidents today.

They left the cave together, pulling out grappling hooks and going separate ways. They knew the rough area he had to be in, but there were a lot of places for a child to hide.

Batgirl had been the one to find the camera outage by Crime Alley and the surrounding areas. Searching would take awhile, but if it meant they got to find a missing kid, they would do it.

They gave each other updates as they went. “Cleared the Bat Burger and surrounding buildings,” Nightwing said, “Moving on,” he added.

“Hn.”

“Got to the library, clearing surrounding area,” Batgirl said.

“I see a group of kids. I’m going down and seeing if they know anything,” he said into his com.

“Robin, repeat the last part of that? Your com glitched,” Batman huffed.

“I’m going down to see if they know anything,” he repeated as he touched the ground, going to the side of the building.

“Roger. Be careful,” Nightwing responded.

He walked up to the kids. “Hey-”

“ROBIN!” one of them shouted, throwing themselves at him. He caught them easily.

“What’s with the new mask?” One of the older ones asked.

“Dude, people are saying you died- how are you here right now?”

He shrugged. “I got better?” he offered.

“Dude, did you die?” A different kid asked.

“Look, I’d love to stay and chat,” he said, handing the little kid off to one of the older members, “You guys know I would, but I need to find a missing kid. White hair, green eyes, possible meta. Seen anyone like that?”

They shook their heads. “No, we haven’t seen anyone like that. There is a possible,” he gestured for the older kids to cover the younger one’s ears, “Kiddy ring that opened by the dock. If kid’s been gone for awhile, they might be there. We’ve been trying to flag you down, but-”

“I was out of commission,” he finished and cursed. “I’m sorry. I’ll let the Bat know and we’ll investigate,” he promised.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “Nobody we know, yet, but we’ve been keeping an eye on everybody. There are whisperings they’re targeting the Narrows.”

He growled. “Noted,” he said. “I’ll get you guys next time, this is my first night back and I had less time than usual to prep,” he said, genuinely apologetic.

“You’re good, dude, you’ve helped more than you realize,” he said as the younger kids whined. “Good to see you again. And uh, I don’t know what the mask and pants situation is about,” he lowered his voice, “But word is, the Joker got you. Just to let you know, the kids are getting restless. I know we’re not the only group you help, and they’re making some serious waves. It’s as brave as it is stupid,” he muttered.

Robin nodded. “Thank you. Seriously. Don’t worry about me,” he said, trying to be soothing, “But I’ll take care of it. Let the other’s know I’m back, but the bat might be keeping me on a short leash,” he chuckled a bit. “I’m not really supposed to be out tonight.”

“But you can’t keep out of it if it’s a kid involved,” the other boy finished, smirking.

Robin smiled, even if they couldn’t see it. “Yeah. I’ve never known when to quit,” he joked.

The kids waved good bye as he grappled away. He pressed the com in his ear.

“Who’s online?” he asked.

“Nightwing,” his brother said.

“I’m also here,” Batgirl replied. “What’s up Robin?”

He relayed the information he’d just been told, “I’m going to search a bit more around here, but they’re usually pretty on top of all the rumors and stuff in this area. I’ll touch base with more groups soon, but-”

“We understand,” Batgirl responded. “Just cleared the surrounding area of the library. Moving on,” she said.

“Clearing some buildings by the Croc sewers,” Nightwing grunted. “No sign yet,” he added.

“Roger. Going to continue to... I’ll be right back,” he said, trailing off. “Just found something that weirded me out before I took my break,” he said, muting his com.

He could still hear their chatter as he swung down into a nearby alley with some white vans.

The people he’d seen before he got called to the docks that one night oh so long ago were back. Their white suits were perfect, not a spec of anything on them as they walked around, scanning buildings and wearing ugly goggles.

“There’s something in this area,” he heard one mutter.

“Oh for sure,” the other one responded. “But where is it coming from?”

He stood there, listening intently.

“Those ecto-scum won’t know what hit them,” he heard one mutter. He heard one of their machine’s beep and he heard them call out, “Hey, I'm getting another hit over here.”

Ecto-scum? What kind of people were these-

He heard footsteps coming towards the alley he was hiding in. He wedged himself between the wall and a dumpster, intent on finding out more.

“Don’t be scared, little ghostie,” he heard someone mutter. “We just wanna hunt ya-”

He didn’t like where this was going. Anytime a potential threat had said they were ‘hunting’ him, it usually ended up bad. He shuffled down a bit closer to the ground, shoving his legs underneath the dumpster, careful not to let them stick out on the other side. Not that they got close.

Sometimes being short was cool, but this was humiliating. He forced the thought out of his head.

He thought they had left the alley when he felt something grab onto his cape. He managed to maneuver himself out from underneath the dumpster before reaching back and kicking the man that had grabbed him in the elbow.

He started running when he noticed more white suits. He pressed his com, frantically looking around.

“S.O.S! This is Robin calling for emergency back up,” he said as he attempted to dodge more hands. “Guys in white suits, white nondescript van lisence plate unknown,” he continues, ducking out of the way of hands coming at him, “Weapons unknown- too many,” he said as more arrived. “I can’t- LET ME GO!” he said as he kicked wildly.

“Little wing, where are you-”

“I, I’m not sure,” he said as he struggled. “Near the building with the good gargoyle-”

“That doesn’t narrow it down!” Nightwing barked out.

“Robin, what do you see?”

He looked around. He spotted a teenager his age with white hair as he floated on top of the building above them.

“A... glowing teen?” he said.

“HEY!” he yelled, getting everybody’s attention. " LEAVE HIM ALONE! IT’S ME YOU WANT!”

The earth shook as he yelled more, glowing green rings coming out of his mouth. Robin felt the earth shake and the com in his ear popped.

The guys holding him dropped him as he reached desperately for the com unit in his ear, ripping it out. It began sparking.

Well. So much for that.

Maybe if he had any sense he’d run. But, he was Robin, and there were guns being trained at what had to be a fellow child hero. One who’d clearly never had training. One who held an undertone of fear as he squared up to these assholes who had started trying to shoot at him with unknown weapons.

He was Robin, and he’d never backed down from a fight in his life. He stood with his back to the other hero.

“Robin,” he introduced.

“Phantom,” the other boy responded, looking at him weirdly. “I didn’t know you were a ghost, too.” He muttered.

He didn’t have time to respond as he punched someone that had started coming at them.

“We’re talking about that later!” he shouted over his shoulder. He swore he could hear the other boy laugh at him.

So, this was the guy his big brother had been looking for. This... this must be his twin.

He tried not to let his emotions get in the way as they worked together to take down the agents. At one point they pulled out these glowing green shields. Common sense told him not to touch them, but that left him open. He checked his belt.

Thank fuck it had batterangs. He really should’ve checked this thing before he left.

Phantom disappeared and reappeared next to him at some points, catching his blind spots. He threw his projectiles at a few of the people training their guns at the other hero.

It was like they had fought together forever. He, again, had clearly never had formal training, but they worked with it. Instead of getting in Robin’s way, what he lacked in skill he made up with innovation.

His power list had to be ridiculous. He covered the ground in a thin layer of ice, leaving the agents slipping and skating over the pavement.

Robin’s boots were equipped to handle such shenanigans. He couldn’t exactly fight the Penguin or Mr. Freeze if his boots didn’t hold up against ice, now, could he?

They kicked and fought. At one point Phantom covered his fists in green and started punching. Robin could tell he was being careful, but he still left several agents unconscious on the pavement. Robin tried not to take the time to be impressed.

He could tell he was impressing Phantom as he threw punches and hits.

That was when things started to get weird.

He had just socked somebody in the jaw when, as his feet hit the pavement, his left went out from under him. Normally, this would come with searing pain, but he felt nothing. Except...

His left foot felt like his body had in the plane when he saved them from that missile.

He dared to look down. His foot was translucent, which should’ve been the weird part except it was going through the ground . What was happening?

“The fuck?” he asked out loud and tried to use his arms to push himself up. His right gave out- no, it also went through the ground. Seriously, what the fuck was happening?!

Phantom looked at him where he was laying on the ground. “Robin!” he called. “Pull your limbs out of the ground and try to feel them!”

He watched as Phantom tried to pick up the slack, wailing into the different agents. Seriously, where was Batman? Nightwing? Anybody?

He did as he was told, pulling his arm and foot out of the ground. Then he registered the other boy’s words.

“How the fuck do I feel my limbs?” he yelled out.

“You just do! Just, think of how your solid body parts feel!” he yelled back.

“What the fuck does that mean?!”

“Figure it out!”

He tried to focus on how his other arm felt as a suit approached him, Phantom’s back turned and already dealing with three more.

“Fascinating,” the man whispered.

Nope, fuck this, this is getting weird. He desperately searched his pocket for something he could use. All he had was some... Halloween candy? It’ll do, but he should check the rest of his pockets when he got home, it was April there shouldn’t be Halloween candy in his plane belt.

He threw it at the man, who cursed, then choked. He fist pumped; he managed to get a piece in his eye and his mouth.

The man doubled over. “Agent G?” he heard someone vaguely ask. They ran over and started attempting the Heimlich.

Normally, Robin would help, but right now he was focusing on becoming... solid? This was such a weird day.

What did he do on the plane again? He focused on the weird feeling, and it spread. He could feel his left hand go intangible, then his foot, then it traveled along until his whole body was translucent and he was having trouble keeping it above pavement. Then...

He let it go. His body was solid again within seconds.

He had gravel in his pants. That was an issue for some other time.

“YES!” he yelled out, then took a running start at the ‘agents’? Again, a super weird day.

He extended his now-solid leg into the man’s abdomen, using it as a springboard to transition into a flip. It wasn’t a Nightwing flip, but it did nicely for both saving the man’s life and incapacitating him. Nice job, Robin-

He went to jump back into action beside Phantom when he started floating. It was like today was trying to be difficult.

He ended up grabbing onto an cheap ass suit jacket trying to keep from floating away. Phantom looked at him weirdly.

“Dude! What are you doing?!”

“I don’t know!” he yelled back. “I couldn’t do this until a few hours ago!”

Phantom’s eyes widened. “You’ve only been like this for a few hours?! What are you doing out?!” He said as he grabbed onto Robin’s middle.

“Looking for you!” he replied, then- “Look out!”

“Wha- OH SHIT-”

He ducked, covering Robin’s body with his own.

The glowing harpoon missed them by inches. They heard someone curse wildly.

“Now, ecto-scum, you can either come quietly, or we could continue to fight,” they heard someone say.

Neither were very inclined to find out exactly what that meant. Phantom kept a hold of Robin as he attempted to take him and retreat.

“There are too many,” he heard Phantom mutter. “We need back up-”

“I’ve been trying to call the rest of the bats,” he said. “I don’t know why they aren’t here-”

“Fuck!” Phantom shouted. They may have made it a couple streets over, but agents had still been on their tails.

Phantom’s back was opened up. His suit was burned at the edges and he grit his teeth. He descended before the pain could knock him out of the air completely.

“Ow, fuck,” he hissed, “I think they changed the formula, that hurts so much more-” he said as he began shaking.

“Shit-” Robin muttered as he attempted to see what he had in the other pockets.

“Go!” Phantom grabbed his wrist. “Just go, I can deal-”

“No way,” Robin growled out. His feet finally planted themselves on the ground and he hauled up Phantom as best he could, “I don’t leave people behind,” he grit as he began dragging him into an alley.

“Both of us aren’t going to get out of here,” Phantom hissed. “You have the better chance. Just-”

“I don’t leave people behind,” Robin emphasized. “Especially not fellow heroes who just saved my ass,” he added, giving Phantom a look. He set him beside some boxes in the alley, hoping the ground wasn’t suspiciously wet or anything like that. “You stay here, I’m going to see if I can signal someone.”

“Roger,” Phantom said.

Robin could see he was trying not to worry him, but that the wound was bad. He wasn’t sure how bad. He hoped Alfie could help him; he wasn’t sure how ghost biology worked, and he doubted the butler had more knowledge in that area.

He left Phantom in the alley and used his grappling hook to get on top of the building next to them. From here, he could see some agents a couple streets from where he’d stashed Phantom, using the same machines he saw earlier. He figured they were some sort of tracker; they didn’t have much time before they were found.

He thought he could see a spec of something before it disappeared. He didn’t want to shout out to it in case the ‘agents’ heard; they may be tracking them already, but that didn’t mean he wanted to help them hunt them down. He cursed under his breath.

He tried to search more of the pockets of his belt. He found some gauze, some other miscellaneous band-aids, a couple more baterangs, more Halloween candy-

He jumped out of the way of a glowing shot. How rude!

He threw the rest of the Halloween candy, not wanting to waste the baterangs. He grappled back down to hopefully throw them off of Phantom’s trail; he was the one hurt, not him.

He looked around, running through a labyrinth of alleys. Luckily, he knew right where he was. He prayed nobody had ever discovered his secret hiding spots.

He tried to stick close enough to hear Phantom if he yelled out. As long as he has his dark, smelly alley ways correct...

He slid down and checked a brick. It was loose. He removed it and looked inside, grinning.

He pulled out the rubbing alcohol, bottles, and rags. He shoved his hand further into the hole and found the matches wrapped in a plastic grocery bag.

Before he was Robin, he got himself into some... situations. He had never touched them afterwards, afraid he or someone else would need them some day. Turns out, having some of Batman’s paranoia rub off on him was useful. Who knew?

And to think he and Nightwing had accused him of having a hoarding problem. Next time Alfred wanted the bat to look through his suits and get rid of the ones he didn’t need anymore, Robin might just take the old bat’s side. Just for a minute.

Nobody ever went against Alfred for that long. The man was a saint for putting up with them and everybody knew it.

He poured most of the rubbing alcohol into the vessels and pre-wet the rags before shoving them into the necks of the bottles. He only had two, so he wanted to make them count.

He didn’t think he had a lighter in his belt. That would suck when it was time to light one of these suckers, but-

He ran faster to where Phantom was hidden. He could see the vans beginning to pull up, agents pouring out of them.

Just how many men was part of this loser club? He’d been to those boring field trip assemblies so they could go over expectations and things with the parents there, and even those never had this many people. They always had so many people at those things!

He wasn’t even sure if any of their villains had ever had this many men on their side before, including during team ups.

He pulled the match box out of the bag he’d put it in. Miraculously, they had actually stayed dry. He got closer before he attempted to light one, dragging the matchstick against the striker. It caught, causing an orange flame to flicker out.

He held it up to the rag, catching it ablaze. He threw it and took cover, hearing more so than seeing as it shattered on impact. He heard someone screaming. He checked to make sure nobody was in the alley with them, most of them being distracted by the fire that exploded out after he threw the Molotov and ran to where he’d stuck Phantom.

The other boy was halfway up, trying to hover off the ground. “Dude, what-”

Robin held up the pre-made Molotov he had left. “These,” he breathed, “Should be used in hero work more often. I forgot how fun it was.”

Phantom looked at him a minute before registering what he meant. He grinned. “Robin-”

“I know, I’m awesome, let’s go before they get past it!”

He took his hand, dragging him through the alleys. He could see daylight beginning to peak out from the horizon line. He thought of the baby bird; he’d love to get a picture of this.

“We need to get to the rendezvous point,” he muttered. “If we can do that, I think we’ll be okay,” he said.

“What’s the rendezvous point?” Phantom asked. “I can fly up-”

“No,” Robin said. “Even if you weren’t hurt, they know to look to the skies; it’s how they figured out which alley we were in. I was on the roof,” he explained. “The roof tops and skies are off limits until we get to the building we need,” he continued. “Then we get on top of it. The bat keeps emergency coms hidden in one of the gargoyles; we grab one, then we can call them, and they can help us,” he surmised.

“The bats are out,” Phantom said. “I was with them earlier-”

“And Nightwing was dumb,” he finished for him. “He said he didn’t realize what was happening at first. He cried about it,” he forced himself to laugh; he didn’t find anything about the situation funny, “He feels bad. He’s on your side, 100 percent.”

Phantom got quiet, and Robin looked to him to make sure he wasn’t getting worse.

“He... he’s really on my side?” Phantom asked.

The snort Robin let out was genuine. “I wouldn’t be as intent on helping your ass if he didn’t think you were someone worth saving,” he replied.

He snuck another glance at the other hero. He was smiling slightly now; he looked good like that. He looked his age.

Robin figured he could tell him about everything else later as he led him through the alleys.

“Anyways,” he muttered. “You said something earlier. What do you mean I’m a ghost?"

Phantom paled a bit. “I... think we have to get somewhere a bit safer before I explain that. Red, someone on my team, won’t be happy but it’s vital information, especially if the GIW’s already in Gotham. You won’t be able to go anywhere without them being your shadow,” he said.

“Oh, that’s comforting,” he replied dryly. “I get more enemies out of the deal? Sweet,” he continued.

Phantom snorted. “Trust me, I know,” he said. “It’s not all bad. I’ll stick around and teach you some things.”

Robin was already liking the kid. “Like not getting stuck in the ground?” he guessed.

“Yes,” Phantom said. “And how to drop the intangibility without dropping your pants,” he said, laughing slightly.

Robin let out a startled laugh. “If it makes you feel better,” he said, “I got gravel near my junk.”

Phantom wheezed, “I accidentally dropped my pants asking out a girl I liked,” he laughed.

Robin laughed with him.

The situation may be slightly fucked, but at least they were getting along before Robin had to destroy his world view. That certainly made some things easier to believe.

As they approached the end of the alley, Robin signaled for Phantom to stay behind while he scoped out the road in front of them. He carefully looked one way-

There was a white van coming his way.

He immediately ducked back into the alley, pulling out another match and lighting the rag. He threw it at the van and turned to run.

He felt someone grab him by his cape. “Oh, no, little ghostie,” he heard someone say. “You and that other scum from Amity Park have caused enough trouble for us tonight!”

He covered his face as the Molotov exploded, throwing bits of glass and fire everywhere. It cast a menacing light on the face that had caught him.

The white suit had goggles on, like the rest did. She had a scar that disappeared into her hairline, going down behind the right lens of her goggles before ending near her chin. She had a grin on her face. “You and the other one are going to make nice- OOF-”

Phantom was standing in the alley, barely. Wisps of green smoke came from his fist. “Leave him alone,” he growled out.

Robin ran towards him, intending on tugging him down an alley and losing them on foot before more agents appeared.

“Oh, what’s wrong, scum?” One of them asked. “Shocked we know your little alleys as well as- HEY!”

Robin threw a baterang at the man. It hit his gun.

He could probably beat them if he was by himself, but he had Phantom to think about. He pulled out his grappling hook, out of options. He aimed it at the roof of the nearest building, grabbing Phantom’s waist-

Someone grabbed his foot as they were taking off. He kicked wildly, trying to get the agent to let go. His grip slipped.

He watched with growing dread as his grappling hook zoomed off by itself, eventually unhooking from the building and dropping to the ground below. He hoped whoever picked that up used common sense with it.

He tried to remember the feeling he got earlier when he hovered. He managed to get it for a few seconds before his vision blurred. Nonono not right now-

Curse things like blood sugar, always getting in the way when it’s the least convenient. He tried to power through it-

He dropped it, dropping them to the ground. He tried to take the impact for Phantom and popped back up, already in position to fight.

He could only hope somebody found them now.

He swung at one of the agents. The adrenaline and energy he’d had a few hours, hell, 20 minutes ago had greatly faded. Maybe he had bitten off more than he could chew with this one.

He saw Phantom out of the corner of his eye trying to blast weapons out of their hands as they fought. He knew, eventually, something would give.

Either they’d get back up, and they’d get to go to the cave, get some sleep. Talk about things, figure out what the fuck he’d been talking about earlier with the ghost stuff. This was the ideal outcome.

Or, they’d... lose. They’d get captured. Go to who knows where, where these losers in cheap white suits would do who knows what to them, and, if the way that they’d scrambled his com earlier was any indication, the bats wouldn’t be able to track them.

They’d be stuck there indefinitely. And Robin had a feeling it wouldn’t be easy to escape.

Before the Joker, if this had happened, he wouldn’t have even thought twice about it. In spite of his childhood in crime alley, he’d allowed himself to get caught up in the magic. He’d been compensating for a childhood spent knowing the lights could go off today because mommy didn’t pay the bill, that he could go hungry tonight because daddy had debts to pay and he used the grocery money to do it. That any day, he could seek out a friend he hadn’t seen in a while and learn that they had already passed away, way too young, because they were working with some villain or another, or they had starved, or froze to death, or-

Well. You get the picture.

As Robin, he’d never had to face any of that. It was Jason who’d had that experience. Maybe he shouldn’t have separated the identities so much.

Maybe he should’ve remembered the cocktail kits sooner. Maybe he should’ve been utilizing the alleys all along. Maybe he should’ve concerned himself with the kids of the alley more and been more involved, it had been his home for fourteen years for fuck’s sake-

Maybe his morals shouldn’t have been as rigid as the bat had insisted they be. He knew that Dick had left for a reason, and even though he hadn’t wanted to see it, and though he loved his papa, he was beginning to see where the logic had been flawed.

He heard a noise like someone cocking a gun somewhere behind him and felt himself get pushed down. He heard it go off and the aborted scream next to him.

He dared to look.

Phantom had been hit in the chest this time. He just barely clung to the edges of consciousness before going under. A bright ring of white light enveloped him before leaving him looking just like Robin in his civilian identity.

… They could unpack that later. He needed a plan-

What would Jason do? What would he have done-

Jason would’ve left Phantom behind ages ago. But that wasn’t who he was anymore. He had to think of something better-

He saw someone coming towards them out of the corner of his eye. He had blood covering his lenses and he wasn’t sure who’s it was as he wiped it off and grabbed the person coming at them by the wrist.

His vision swam again. Just a few more minutes-

He slammed them forwards and into the concrete wall, using their own weight against them. He grabbed the gun they’d been holding.

One of the few things he’d never been taught is shooting, but didn’t someone once say the best way to learn was real-world scenarios? He supposed it couldn’t get any more real-world than this.

He aimed for someone else’s gun. He squeezed the trigger. The recoil sent shocks down his arm and he closed his eyes, trying to keep his balance. He may not know anything about this, but he was certain that was wrong.

He heard a yelp. He opened his eyes back up to see he’d hit his mark, the gun in the other man’s hand showering them in small bits of plastic.

He tried to cock it to get it ready to shoot again.

He didn’t know too much about guns. Maybe he should’ve taken Willis’s offers to teach him how to shoot when he was smaller, but his mom had always begged him to wait until he was at least 16; Alfred’s attempts at teaching him had always been vetoed by the bat, and he was beginning to regret allowing Batman to do that.

He knew the damage a gun could cause. He knew people who’d been taken by a bullet before they met their fate. He’d always thought he’d never use one, always disliking the destruction and chaos they brought.

He never stopped to wonder what would happen the day he needed to cause the damage and chaos a gun brought with it. He didn’t figure out how to cock it.

A hand wrapped around his, making him drop the only weapon he had remaining. He tried to wiggle out of the grip before he saw they’d already grabbed Phantom. He remembered the glowing green rings that had shook the earth when Phantom first came to his aid.

The sun shine down on them, the dewy morning air still holding that bit of April chill. He took a deep breath, aiming away from Phantom.

He screamed. Loud, harsh, and unabashed as they started dragging them to a van. He caught a glimpse of Nightwing on a rooftop as he did so.

He almost had a spark of hope before the agent carrying him cracked him in the head with their gun before throwing him into the back of the van on top of Phantom.

He felt agents jumping into the van and peeling off. The van shook, like someone had landed on top of it. People began shouting.

“Please, Dickface,” he thought, “Please rescue us.”

A few miles later, he heard the shouts outside stop. He felt the weight on the roof be thrown off.

He could only hope whatever scrambled his com hadn’t completely killed the tracker in his belt as they were driven out to who knows where.

At least he’d found Phantom. At least he knew he didn’t have to go through another kidnapping alone.

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Cadia Stands and Cadian Honor. A double feature! Mainly because I really didn't like the first one and I don't like to rag on authors, so thankfully the second was infinity better.

My thoughts, beware spoilers: Usual Caveat: These “reviews” are just a collection of my thoughts as a fan of the game and setting. They are in no way an analysis of the literary merits of the author or the quality of the writing. Both of which I do not have the knowledge or skill to judge.

Cadia Stands

I'll be brief. I'm sure there is an audience for this book, just as I am sure I am not it.

A dry rendition of the overall fall of Cadia. A few characters are introduced who will end up being fleshed out more in later books, but who get limited screen time and little development here. For the most part the story is told as a loose collection of action vignettes.Kind of like when I was a kid and I use to edit the combat scenes from Bab 5 into a single long combat video that I thought was the best thing ever! Just not my thing now. I found it a bit of a slog.

Still there were some moments of reflective commentary that worked for me.

'“They're just dreams” Rath says again. He does not sound like he belives it himself. She looks away, and her eyes fall on the misshapen form of Hallr. She looks away again and thinks, Look what the Imperium has done to all of us'

I wondered if this was what the writer was asked to deliver, and not necessarily indicative of their usual style, so I read the 2 short stories in the Minka Lesk Omnibus, the first of which had hints of a similar style as Cadia Stands, but started to lean out of it. The second become more my speed with it being focused on individuals, their development and emotions and not jumping around so much.

Cadian Honour

I enjoyed this book a good deal more. At its heart is the story of an imperial planet, an uprising in the name of the emperor to overthrow the corrupt leadership of the imperium, and the Cadians stationed there as the shit hits the fan.

It grants an interesting look at the weird religious variants that shelter under the belief in the Emperor as a god. How every historical local genocidal zealot, is viewed as a saint, and worship of them as valid as worshipping the Emp.

How the loose form of this faith, shaped by local preachers and planetary customs makes people gullible and capable of horrific crimes (as long as doing so can be ideologically beaten into being in His name... there's that satirical commentary)

Once again this is a story of the imperium creating its own problems, being so fundamentally broken in its religious fanaticism that a confessor who has *stitched his eyes open* and is killing folks at random because he can *tell* they are heretics, , is not seen as a bloodshot red flag, but a sign of true faith in the Emperor. (You will never guess who he's been duped into actually working for :P)

This sets the stage for Sargent Lesk and a couple of other recurring characters to get the bulk of the screen time, and give me that drama and character development I so crave with my dystopian war stories. Though a weird stand out for me is just how much the Cadians are filled with no true ScotsCadien rhetoric. Cadia stands, but was an epic failure resulting in the loss of the world Cadia. Cadians are amazing soldiers, you know except for the ones being skeevy at their fem comrades, who don't want to take orders from women, are dealing drugs, deliberately disobeying simple orders to show up to parades and drills. Cept for them... Cadians the pride of the astra militarum :P As usual I'll conclude with the Imperium being aware that its broken, with some thoughts from a Cadian General. 'Bendikt cursed to himself. He had seen enough of the galaxy to know that it was the ponderous weight of the Administratum that held the imperium back, not its soldiers. But worse then that it was the corrupt aristocracy like the Richstars that fermented unrest and heresy'

[soleminisanction]

Just saw an impossibly bad take, so to balance that out: in the past you mentioned a story where Tim comes out as a trans woman, what would that look like for you? Do you have any thoughts on making that into a fic?

I've had a lot of scattered thoughts about it but never been able to pin down any scenes concrete enough to turn them into an actual fic. But I love trans!Tim stories whether he's trans fem or trans masc so I've tossed the idea around here and there. Gonna be a little fluid with the pronouns here as Tim's thought process evolves but the basic idea here was:

The seed of the idea would get planted in Tim's mind just before War Games, specifically the one and only time he sees a picture of Steph as Robin. Along with the hurt and anger he expected, there's emotions he doesn't understand, a feeling of longing, jealousy, and desire; not for Steph herself, but for the way she looks in her new costume. For months he's been asking himself, "What do I want, for me?" and now the answer is staring him in the face: This.

But he keeps pushing it aside because there's always something "more important" going on. Worse, as things start to fall apart around him and he loses first Steph, then his dad, and then Kon, the musings about his gender keep getting mixed up in his feelings for other people, especially Kon.

Basically, take all the angst and pain of that era and make it even worse with disphoria and Tim being deep in both denial and the closet and feeling completely unable to open up to anyone about it because of how much it scares him to want something, something she feels like she can't have. Things like him not knowing if he's attracted to Cassie or if he wants to be Cassie, wishes his body looked and moved like that while still having so much strength and power. Fantasizing about how things might've been different between him and Kon, or him and Dick, or him and Damian, if only he'd been born a girl. Falling asleep in the cloning lab and having a nightmare about miscarrying Kon's child, then waking up to find the most recent clone has failed.

Through all that, the only person who has even a hint of what's going on is Cass. She reads it in Tim's body language while they're in Bludhaven together, but understands his fears and lets him keep his confidence. Even after things go to shit for her, she keeps that secret; even brainwashing couldn't get it out of her.

Then Final Crisis happens. Bruce "dies," Dick becomes Batman, Damian becomes Robin. Tim finds himself adrift, with nothing but this crazy-sounding notion of Bruce's survival to his name, and runs away from the Manor...

And this is part of where I stumble because I don't know if it'd be better for Tim to run into Cass at this point or for her to leave him her Batgirl costume and a letter. One way or another, Cass leaves Tim Batgirl, and that's the push she finally needs to crack her egg and start pursing a transition, socially and medically.

She avoids Babs for a few weeks out of shyness and embarrassment until Oracle manages to track this mysterious new Batgirl down, but once confronted she comes clean and Babs is instantly onboard to support her and also keep Dick and Damian out of the loop.

Dick thinks his little brother skipped town and is both confused and a little hurt that Babs won't trust him with the new Batgirl's identity. Damian takes it as a personal insult and starts going out of his way to find and harass said new Batgirl but then she kicks his ass and it turns out Damian shares Bruce's taste in women so now whoops he's got a puppy crush, which everyone who knows the truth about Tim finds hilarious.

Cass one way or another winds up being the one who goes on Brucequest instead of Tim and follows similar beats as Red Robin, minus Tam Fox or losing her spleen. Speaking of Tam, she has a much easier time finding Tim because while her dad does call her home from Russia to help with the investigation at least she doesn't have to globe-trot or get kidnapped by ninjas, she just has to hunt him down in Gotham, possibly while accidentally allied with Vicki Vale.

Tim enrolls in college under Caroline Hill's name and mostly attends to practice passing in public and live out some normal girl fantasies. Kon, Cassie, and Bart all learn what's up even though she's still taking a break from the Titans and of course they're on board and supportive.

And... yeah, that's pretty much the extent of my ideas so far. Broad scope but not a lot concrete to latch onto, which makes it difficult to convert into a fic, but I do love the concept.

[verymuchimmortalcat]

Nameless

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month Day 1: Last Name: Wayne Part of the See You Again series, you could probably read this without reading the first two fics but it would make more sense if you did read the first two ao3 @maribat-bdbwm

Marinette al- Ghul is seven when she decides she hates her last name.

She’s seven and watching her brother get punished for not acting in a manner befitting the al-Ghuls. Her own punishment, for arguing with grandfather against Damian’s punishment. And she thinks if this is what it means to be an al- Ghul she doesn’t want to be one.

Not that she says it out loud, not even to Damian. But he picks up on it. She notices him staring at her every time she says anything that's out of line. But he never says anything. Not until she announces that she’s leaving two years later.

.oOo.

Marinette Dupain- Cheng is a happy, sweet, normal girl. The daughter of two bakers who lead perfectly ordinary lives. On the surface at least.

But a few select people know that she’s Paris’s heroine. That she’s run away from the League of Assassins. That her adoptive mother is a former assassin.

Her adoptive parents are the only ones who know that she’s Ra’s al- Ghul’s granddaughter.

And no one but her will ever know how much she wishes her brother was with her every single day.

But she doesn’t regret coming to Paris. She doesn’t think she ever will. She has a family of her own here with Tom and Sabine, Adrien, and the rest of her classmates.

.oOo.

Marinette Wayne, she thinks, sounds weird. Not the she uses that name. She prefers Dupain- Cheng and her father doesn’t seem to mind.

She has an extremely large number of siblings now. She wonders sometimes about how on earth her father ended up with 7 children, a Steph and Babs and Alfred.

She’s in the grounds sketching when she hears someone yell out her name. She turns to find Dick and Steph running towards her. Their grins widen when Marinette waves at them. She’s been spending only weekends in Gotham since she first reunited with Damian, returning to Paris for school and Ladybug tasks. But they call all the time, filling Marinette in on everything in Gotham and asking her about Paris.

Her siblings have decided that they must spend almost every second of the weekend with her. The only reason she’s been alone this long is because most of the others are busy with a huge and extremely serious drug case.

When the two of them reach her Steph announces, “We’re going shopping!”

Marinette stares at the two of them, they seem fully serious, so she asks, “Why?”

“You need a dress for the Gala and I’ve volunteered my help.”

She frowns. Gala? She doesn’t remember hearing anything about that. But that’s not the most pressing concern. “Why is Dick here then, his taste is awful.”

Marinette stifles her laughter when Dick splutters indignantly while Stephanie does him no such favour, laughing loudly. When Steph finally stops laughing, they’re halfway back to the Manor and Marinette decides to ask, “What gala?”

Both Dick and Steph freeze in their spots. Steph groans, “please please please tell me that Bruce or Damian already told you.”

“…They didn’t.”

“Why was I expecting anything from B? I have better judgement than that.”

Dick pats her on the shoulder, “It’s ok. We’ve all been there.” Turning to Marinette he says, “The Charity Gala, obviously you don’t have to come if you didn’t want to but they were supposed to ask you if you’d like to be introduced as the newest Wayne at the Gala.”

Steph continues, “and since Damian was not scowling and pouting, we assumed you’d agreed.”

She stands there for a second unsure of what to say. She doesn’t think she’d mind the Gala itself but being a Wayne officially is a lot.

Both Dick and Steph are fidgeting, the awkwardness emanating off of them.

“…I’ll attend the gala but can I have some time to think about the Wayne thing?”

“Of course. Still wanna go shopping?”

Marinette smiles gratefully at the offered distraction, “Sure.”

.oOo.

It plagues her. Every moment she’s not busy she circles back to her conversation with Dick and Steph.

Damian asks her two days after she returns to Paris and her father shows up at the bakery the next day to speak at her. She tells them the same thing she told Steph and Duke. And then spends even more time agonising over it.

She comes to the conclusion that Marinette Wayne just doesn’t sound right.

She brings it up with Adrien when they’re both done with their shifts at the bakery and lazing around in her room. He’s silent for a few minutes before he says, “Maybe you just don’t want to give up either of them.”

Huh. That makes a lot of sense.

.oOo.

She tells them her decision during family dinner on Saturday (which was moved from Thursday so that she could attend). She’s dragged the Dupain- Chengs plus Adrien with her as well. She wants to tell all of them at the same time.

It’s noisy and chaotic and she thinks Damian is trying to stab Tim and she realises that this is as much home as her relatively quiet and calm dinner in Paris with Tom, Sabine and Adrien. She speaks up when Alfred enters the room, “About the Gala-” and suddenly all eyes are on her, “- I’d like to be introduced as Marinette Dupain- Cheng Wayne.”

Her father smiles at her, it’s small but it’s there. “Of course.”

Cass and Damian who are sitting on either side of her, hug her and she thinks Dick is crying and both Sabine and Adrien’s eyes look suspiciously shiny. Tom is definitely crying. Jason makes a comment about how she should probably rethink her decision on joining this family, which earns him a punch from Steph, but he’s grinning as well. Both Babs and Duke are grinning and Tim’s asleep on his plate and probably won’t wake up for a while now. She’ll fill him in later. Alfred’s smiling too, which is affecting his ability to get the chaos under control.

She smiles. Happy to be with her whole family.

[kkoraki]

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go!

for theeeeeee ask meme! thank you for asking!

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

probably Warrior Cats - I got on the ~official forums~ when I was 11 or 12 and got into RP, fanfic, fanart, and watching/making animations by the time I was 13. I RPed for a few years, wrote fic for a few years, and kept doing fanart and animation off and on through college.

when I was 17 or 18 there was a situation where Al Kat, the person who pretty much built the entire Warriors animation fanbase and multi animator projects from the ground up, was essentially run out of fandom by people harassing them for being "too old" for a fandom with "minors" (they got into the fandom as a teen and were like in their... early 20s when this happened). my disgust with this is what started me drifting away from the fandom and I just kept on drifting, especially after my disillusionment with the animation industry + wanting to get better at drawing people + not caring to keep up with the books anymore.

that being said I still feel pretty passionate about my old faves (especially Ivypool and Russetfur), I still keep up with new multi animator projects/AMVs, and I have a long playlist of my favorite animated fanworks that I like to watch all the time! if that counts as being in the fandom that would be around 15 years

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

for tlt, and they're all art related,

more art of characters that aren't the big 6 (6th, 9th, tridentarii) - everyone and everything in this series is described as looking so INTERESTING and unique, by design, and I would like to see so much more of that

character designs that don't take tmuir's personal appearance/ethnicity headcanons as gospel (there are so many interesting visual possibilities based on the descriptions we have to work with in canon! she herself is out there telling people to draw babs as a lizard! is this just about me wanting to see desi 5th house (how I've always imagined them)? maybe!!!)

more environment art, set design, and full illustrations - again - this is such a fascinating series visually not just in terms of the characters but with the settings as well and it's always so fun when people explore that. I know this is tough in fanart because character focused stuff is easier and usually gets more notes but I love it whenever I see environment art or illustrations for TLT specifically.

oh and not art related but needs moar noncon

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

AUs if that's not too broad - whether that's setting AUs or plot AUs or the hard to define ones like rule 63 or daemon AUs. love that stuff!

usually for more specific tropes/kinks, it's not a one size fits all since my faves and OTPs can vary a lot between fandoms, but I usually like pretty much any tropes/kinks related to consent issues

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go!

I broadly agree with people who say the plot/pacing of Dungeon Meshi has issues, especially the first 20ish chapters of the manga, but I don't really care because I didn't get into it for the plot - I got into it because I kept seeing the most gorgeous concept art and character designs crossing my dash. As a vehicle for delivering Ryoko Kui's world and character concepts I think it's phenomenal and I love all the bonus content. Usually you have to find good, in character, prolific fanartists to get that kind and volume of content and it's absolutely magical to have so much of it coming from the creator herself. Also GOD I forgot how strongly I prefer canons that have no romance or sex at all between anyone. It's so easy to fumble, I usually don't really care about canon ships, just let fandom handle all of that... thank you Ryoko Kui...

[twistedtavern]

self aware au but with swap boys? have a good day!

SCREAMING. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

ahem.

I was ABOUT to go into detail about how I wasn't gonna make Malleus the main villain in this, but I just now realized that due to the swap, SEBEK is the villain.

NAURRRRR but why does it make SENSE. Always when I make Sebek quiet, he winds up evil in some way, notably always for someone else’s benefit too, which is weird. 

I doubt Swap!Sebek is like as EVIL evil as regular self aware Malleus, he’s just deeply morally dubious. He wants his young lord to be happy, and what would make him happier than bringing him the human whose love he cherishes? 

A lot of things would definitely change. Less murder, most likely. Due to the circumstances, maybe the curse of the glass is fixed because the conditions for the curse to be placed were undone? Sebek might have got hit with the curse though (among some others).

I'd say the only one who really gets to be evil here is Swap!Vil (no shocker lmao), and maybe Swap!Cater? I know he’s a bit poor bab in the original au, but if he got hit by the glass and started hanging around the wrong kind of people, I could put the various cut shell-related shenanigans I had thought up in the beginning stages of development to good use >:} Cater as a genuine threat is gonna be interesting! Don't know who else.

But, other than that, I’d have to figure out the plot. Arguably, this version of the self aware au may even be the safest on record, solely because so many people are on the player’s side. I don’t think they’re going to be in harm’s way anywhere near as much as the regular au, given that they have MALLEUS on their side, AND Sebek wasn’t really out here crossing names off the census. A lot that is different is definitely related to the fact that Malleus actively asserted power over everyone else in the game vs Sebek acting almost completely out of the view of everyone else unless he was directly asking for help on something, and not brute-forcing his way into getting it. There is no torture, there are no threats, there is no power structure, there is no cult. There is no malice behind his plan, just some gray morality and determination.

If anything, things go pretty smoothly after the player is brought into Wonderland. There is no immediate chaos, the player just wakes up in Night Raven and is promptly lovingly accosted by the boys, and only a handful of them even know how they got there, much less the player themself. They’re pretty much welcomed into Night Raven with open arms, but I think that’s what would make the few boys who are dangerous even more so, given that they’re confused and blindly trusting those around them. 

Given Sebek’s role as the main guy in charge of the plan to bring the player into Wonderland, I think that it should be HIGHLY alarming how gullible he is. The MINUTE one of the more manipulative ones gets wind of what Sebek is doing, the player is in danger.

[the-whatcherof-89]

Tommyinit “The Big man” Thomas Careful Danger Kraken Innit AKA Theseus the Destroyer of Statues and Other Nice Things People Built. (dang that’s a lot of nicknames y’all)

Human Fighter(Mobile fighter)16 XP76800

Chaotic Neutral Medium Humanoid

HP158(16d10+48)

AC33(+4Dex+4Shield+3Deviation+9Armor+3Natural)

BaB+16 CMB+23 CMD+36

FORT+17 REFL+14 WILL+13

Racial traits: Extra feat(Cosmopolitan), +1 Skill point/level

Traits: Reckless, Scarred.

Class abilities: Bonus feats(Weapon focus, Greater weapon focus, Improved shield bash, Shield slam, Shield master, Power attack, Penetrating strike, Greater penetrating strike, Spring attack), Agility+4, Leaping attack+3, Armor training+2, Rapid attack, Fleet footed.

STR24 DEX18 CON14 INT10 WIS14 CHA14

Feats: Mobility, Dodge, Master craftsman, Point blank shot, Precise shot, Weapon specialization, Greater weapon specialization, Quick draw.

Skills: Acrobatics+10, Climb+11, Craft(Alchemy)+4, Handle animal+9, Intimidate+9, Knowledge (Dungeoneering)+4, (Engineering)+4, Perform(Oratory)+10, Perception+15, Ride+12, Swim+15, Survival+10, Use magic device+25.

Languages: Common, Draconic.

Equipment: Amulet of natural armor+3, Ring of protection+3, Balanced mithral breastplate+3, Spiked volcanic shield+2, Adamantine battleaxe, Adamantine longsword of speed+3, Composite longbow(Str+6), 50+1 Arrows, Boots of speed, Cloak of resistance+5, Belt of physical might+4(Str, Dex), Handy haversack, Rod of absorption, Efficient quiver, Manual of war(Signed by Technoblade), Cap of the free thinker, Ring of persuasion, Headband of mental prowess+2(Int, Wis, Use magic device), Bracers of the glib entertainer, 2 Snapleaf, Wand of cure light wounds, Fighter kit, Dungeoneering kit, Combat trained horse with MWK Hide barding, Military saddle, Bit and bridle, War saddle, Military bags, Horse rations for 4 days, 1080gp.

Background: Tommynit is one of the founding members of the land and he is the living definition of a rebellious child (with a lots of PTSD). He and Tubbo have been like brothers ever since the beginning and had a rollercoaster of a life with both of them participating in the war, rebuilding the government, breaking up after his exile, their tearful reunion, the hopeless fight against Dream followed by his  imprisonment in Pandora’s vault and then being shoulder-to-shoulder when the Green man escaped the prison to support his mental health. Tommy had lot of help also from Philza whom he considers like a father/mentor figure and had build many relationships with the other members of the land; literally almost EVERYONE knows him(especially for his shenanigans and acts of theft) and he is a literal “face” of the events that transpired across the many places. Name a place, a time and event and Tommy was likely there, for some reason. Recently, he decided to fortify his last safe house (Tubbo’s old house) and allied with Sapnap to devise a plan to end Dream once and for all. One day, Tommy was having a nightmare remembering his long exile in Logstedshire and the tortures that Dream inflicted upon him. He woke up, distraught. When he stood up, he wobbled toward the tiny windows to look outside to check if the green man was around. As he saw that the coast was clear, he decided to go and meet Tubbo to see if he needed any help with Micheal after the death of Ranboo. He was about to open the door when he heard a voice. “Poor kid, so much trampled over by others.” Tommy immediately grabbed his sword. “You are not Dream. Who are you? What do you want?” A giggle was heard behind the door. “Who i am matters only if you hear first what I want. I want to propose a challenge; to you and your friends.” Tommy asked puzzled. “A challenge? And what is the prize?” The mysterious individual tapped on the door a few times. “Find me. Simple as that. And i will grant your wish. ANY wish. A wish limited ONLY by your imagination.” Tommy was stunned by this proposal but he had his share of lies and tricks so he backed a little. “Why should i trust you?” The voice answered: “They have already accepted.” Tommy was staring at the door in disbelief. “The man in green, the pig king, his crow friend… the lover of bees…and the rest.” Disbelief became terror: If Dream was involved… Tubbo was not safe. And Dream could have asked to torture them for all eternity. “The game has already started.” Concluded the voice. Tommy shouted the loudest, most fierce war cry that he had ever done in his life as he opened the door, charging through. The light enveloped him and he found himself in a new place, with new items and… Tubbo! He was in front of him, and there was a giant bee. “Tubbo, there is a bee of the size of a horse behind you.” Tubbo went to cuddle the large creature. “I know, he is my animal companion.” Tommy was stunned. “Your what?”

Tubbo “Mr Cookie gadget” Big Law/Crime the Beloved Bee Boy. 

Human Hunter(Verminous hunter)16 XP76800

Lawful Good (With various split personalities/personas) Medium Humanoid

HP140(16d8+48)

AC34(+8Dex+3Shield+2Natural+2Deviation+9Armor)

BaB+16 CMB+13 CMD+31

FORT+16 REFL+21 WILL+11

Racial traits: Extra feat(Weapon finesse), +1 Skill point/level

Traits: Destined diplomat, Scarred.

Class abilities: Verminous companion Giant bee(Use Giant wasp for statistics), Vermin empathy, Vermin focus(Bee +8 Perception), Swarm stride, Nature training, Precise companion (Outflank), Track, Hunter tactics, Teamwork feats, Improved empathic link, Bonus trick(sic’ed, Surprise shift), Second animal focus (Moth), Darkvision 20ft, Blindsense 10ft, Swift tracker, Raise animal companion, Speak with master, Greater emphatic link.

STR10 DEX26 CON16 INT10 WIS16 CHA10

Spellcasting CL16 DC13 Spells per day 5/5/5/4/3/1 Spells known:

6-Dispel magic greater, Ironwood.

5-Cure critical wounds, Tree stride, Sturdy tree fort, Companion transposition.

4-Cure serious wounds, Dispel magic, Repel vermin, Warp metal, Freedom of movement.

3-Water breathing, Protection from energy, Meld into stone, Cure moderate wounds, Magic fang grater.

2-All food, Versatile weapon, Eagle eye, Bearskin, Flame blade, Insect scouts.

1-Air bubble, Burning disarm, Endure elements, Cure light wounds, Hide from animals, Gravity bow.

0-Detect magic, Read magic, Create water, Light, Mending, Resistance.

Feats: Mounted combat, Extended animal focus, Craft wondrous items, Brew potions, Vital strike, Improved vital strike, Divine interference, Spirit’s gift.

Teamwork feats: Coordinated charge, Pack flanking, Distracting charge, Shake it off, Paired opportunist(s).

Skills: Acrobatics+20, Climb+8, Craft(alchemy)+13, Diplomacy+11, Handle animal+16, Heal+10, Intimidate+11, Knowledge (Dungeon)+4, (Geography)+4, (Nature)+8, Perception+16, Profession(Beekeeper)+7, Ride+20, Spellcraft+13, Stealth+20, Survival+12, Swim+10.

Languages: Common, Bee empathy.

Equipment: Amulet of natural armor+2, Ring of protection+2, Scarab breastplate, Tempest shield, Called rapier+3, Short bow+1, 50+1 Arrows, Belt of incredible dexterity+6, Cloak of resistance+3, Circlet of persuasion, Boots of striding and springing, Handy haversack, Eyes of the eagle, Ioun stones: Lavender and green ellipsoid, Pearly white spindle, Pink rhomboid, Bracers of archery, Horn of fog, Page of spell knowledge I, Feather token tree, Ranger kit, Alchemist kit, Grappling hook, Holly&Mistletoe, Signal whistle, Cold weather outfit with Snowchester symbol, Veterinarian kit, 300gp, 5sp.

SPINS - Animal Companion - Large Bee (stats like giant wasp) Initiative+4

Speed 20ft Fly 60ft (Good)

HP13d8+52(110) AC36(+12Natural+4Dex+11Armor-1Size) Sting+19 1d8+10+Poison DC22 1/round for 6rounds 1d4 damage 1 cure DC Con based.

Racial: Darkvision 60ft Immune to mind effects Poison

Class: Improved evasion, Ability score increase (+1Str +1 Dex +1 Wis), Multiattack, Devotion, Share spell, +8 vs trip CMD.

Str 24 Dex 18 Con 18 Int- Wis14 Cha4 BaB9 Saves 11/11/6

Feats: Armor proficiency x3 (light, medium, heavy), Power attack, Improved overrun, Improved bull rush, Improved poison.

Skills: Acrobatics+8, Fly+8, Perception+9, Stealth+11, Survival+6, Swim+12

Tricks: Stay, Guard, Attack, Defend, Seek, Track, Work, Heel, Fetch, Down, Come, Perform, Charge.

Equipment: Amulet of mighty fists+3, Darkwood Spiked Full plate barding+3, Headband of thunderous charging, Pauldron of the bull, Bit and bridle, Military exotic saddle with bags and 5 rations.

Background: Hyperactive, earnest, naive, easygoing, optimistic, loyal. This is what defines Tommy’s best friend, Tubbo. Together they had been through a lot and if he  could or would write a book about it, it would be a really LONG saga. Tubbo was a figure of administration that lasted longer than any other did or could. Especially after Schaltt government and the Doomsday. He also founded the Dream Hunters and joined the Butcher army in an attempt to stop Technoblade. After Dream imprisonment he built Snowchester as a colony of survivors and NOT a government to avoid the anger of the Blood God. There he commissioned Foolish to build a mansion for his new lover Ranboo and his adoptive son Micheal. After Dream escaped from prison, both his beloved and his son disappeared and went to search for them along with Techno and Eret. They discovered that it was Awsamdude fault for kidnapping both of them and also for the “accidental” murder of his husband. After punishing the warden, he returned Micheal to the mansion in Snowchester where he met Boo the ghost of Ranboo. One day, Tubbo woke up at the sound of a door opening. He went to check for Micheal, but he was not in his room. Panicking, Tubbo went to search for him only to find him in the main hall with the chandelier, above a cloud. “What? What is that? What are you doing Micheal? How are you…?” He could not believe is eyes, there was a large, fluffy cloud in the main hall and his adoptive son was above it, as if nothing was occurring. “Your child is quite unique. But he doesn’t seem so safe. It has already been proven.” A voice echoed in the room, the owner nowhere to be found. “Release my son! Whoever you are!” Silence was cut short by the mysterious voice “I am not holding him hostage. On the contrary, i am protecting him. For your will i do understand. And i come here with a challenge: I shall grant you a wish. ANY wish. But only if you can find me.” Tubbo was adamant in his next answer “I am going through the five stages of grief, do you mind? Give him back, NOW.” But the voice continued: “They have accepted the challenge. All of them. If they find me first… he will never be safe. But i can grant you, your child and your friends the safety you oh-so look for.” Stairs of smoke formed and Tubbo climbed and reached Micheal for a hug. “I accept. But only if you will grant me that Micheal will stay here in this mansion, safe and sound.” The mysterious individual snapped his fingers. “It is done.” The could shifted and turned into a giant bee with brit, bridle, saddle and other items equipped. “A loyal companion. One that will follow you to the end of the world.” Tubbo looked in disbelief as he somehow recognized the bee: “SPINS? Is that you? HOW…?!” The large creature made a strange buzzing sound. Tubbo re-asserted himself as he gently put Micheal down “Go back to your room, boy. I am going away for a short time.” The Piglin made a snorting sound and walked to his room. “Let’s make this quick, ok?” The figure snapped his fingers again. “Oh that depends entirely by you.” And the world shifted and so did his equipment. He found himself in a new place, he dismounted and saw… Tommy! He was in front of him. “Tubbo, there is a bee of the size of a horse behind you.” He said. Tubbo embraced Spins. “I know, he is my animal companion.” Tommy was stunned. “Your what?”

Link for image: https://at.tumblr.com/periwinklemoonlight/stay-clingy/yku27vq2ff43

Art belongs to the amazing https://www.tumblr.com/periwinklemoonlight

[the-coiner-prince]

Hii! ~ Welcome to the prince's coining blog, hope you're doing ok ;)

Request status: closed

Queue

Anyone can use the terms that the charming has coined , but ke asks to

Please DNI if any of these apply to you:

~ racist, sexist, ageist, antimogai, antiliom, BaB, ableist, transmed, transcum, fujoshi, radfem, terf, proshipper, anti-agere, antifurry, NSFW blogs, (NO)MAP, zoophile, necrophiliac, incestuous or supporter of those who act on these types of paraphilias

Request info

What I can do:

~ coin genders, xenogenders, kenochoric genders...

~ coin labels for orientations (sexualities, romantic, platonic, alterous... ) and allion identities

~ make flags for your term

~ coin vior labels

~ coin aldernic labels

~ coin vesil labels

~ coin objectix labels

~ coin personalius labels

~ coin allion labels

~ coin pronoun flags

~ coin neoassignments

~ coin obcornan and zoishe labels

~ do pronouns / name testing

What I won't do:

~ NSFW related labels

~ identities related or connected to disorders I don't have

~ identities related , connected or within groups or cultures I'm not a part of

~ transx terms

~ combo flags

I ask you to please consider:

~ if you have multiple requests make sure to put them into different asks

~ I will deny any requests that make me uncomfortable, or if I can't do it

~ I won't recoin terms, search terms, or do requests based on problematic things

~ I won't do genders about real life people, nsfw relating genders, or genders about groups that I'm not apart of

~ I'm in college, and this blog is not a priority, so requests may take some time to be queued and done (usually not more than a few days)

More info about the prince and tag list under the cut ~

Some things about me:

~ 20 yo

~ white

~ asexual, nonbinary and termcollector

~ studying psychology

~ I have OCPD, OCD, DPDR, and am autistic

~ you can see my main blog >here<

The prince's tag list:

#coined by the prince #category ~ gender

#category ~ aldernic #category ~ vior

#category ~ personalius #category ~ vesil

#category ~ vesility #category ~ objectix

#category ~ allion #category ~ pronouns

#category ~ orientation #category ~ constelic

[obscure-batfam-bracket]

Rules

We'll have a preliminary round to see whether characters are prominent, lesser known, or actually obscure members of the Batfam. (There's also an option to vote them out.) So don't worry about whether your character is actually obscure!

Feel free to submit characters or send asks requesting them, but please include images when you do. (Either official images or your own fanart; don't send other people's art.)

Due to the nature of this bracket, I don't know lots of characters, so please include their full names (if possible) and any prominent codenames they've used.

Feel free to submit propaganda for characters that have already been entered into the competition, too.

You can suggest any DC character, but they're probably going to get voted out if they're borderline. I do still want to see who you come up with.

I guess you can suggest characters that aren't from DC but I doubt they'll get much traction? (But I guess there are a few popular crossovers, so who knows.)

Don't be hostile to characters, even once they go head to head. This includes characters you dislike. This includes characters you think are not important.

Don't be hostile to each other, either. Don't accuse other people of not knowing/understanding the canon. People disagree on definitions and that's okay. That's why it's supposed to be fun to vote on these things.

This includes debating politics or fandom wank. This is for celebrating characters we like, not dunking on other people's blorbos, even the popular ones.

Please don't be hostile to writers/artists either. I like a lot of the ones you don't and vice versa, I'm sure.

You're allowed to vote Bruce out. I think it's funny, too.

Leave propaganda in the notes like you do for all brackets! I'd especially love to know how you define the Batfamily and why you do or don't include characters in it!

Who counts as a member of the Batfam? I don't know, that's why I'm running polls.

What counts as obscure? I don't know, that's why I'm running polls.

This is just a popularity contest! Fandom is stupid! Blahblahblah I already asked everyone not to send me mean messages. Go run your own bracket if you dislike how I run mine; I literally didn't even advertise this, I just tagged posts and fans of the various characters found me through that. I'm sure yours will do fine and you can include or not include whoever you want.

How do you choose images? I pick an image where the character is in costume (if possible) in a style that I like or find iconic. For submissions, I just use whatever picture the submitter included (sometimes cropped), unless I already had something specific in mind for that character.

But what about - Because it's the funniest picture in the entire history of DC.

I like one of your edits. Can I use it for...? Yeah! Have fun!

Why can't I vote Maps out? :(

Why can't I vote Eddie out? :)

For New Tumblr Users: you probably want an icon so people don't think you're a bot. (Anyone can use these.)

Submissions are closed unless you're resending something. I have a couple of times seen a notification pop up and disappear, which might be a glitch, or might mean that one of us has blocked each other on our mains. I don't block a lot of people, but tumblr is known to accidentally block people at random sometimes (or eat asks/submissions), and I don't know if that always even shows up on your blocklist. If you think this has happened, it's probably best to have a friend resubmit the character for you.

Characters with polls (from earliest to latest, including currently queued characters) under the cut:

Bruce Wayne (Batman) - Prominent

Dick Grayson (Robin, Nightwing) - Prominent

Jason Todd (Robin, Red Hood) - Prominent

Babs Gordon (Batgirl, Oracle) - Prominent

Tim Drake (Robin, Red Robin, Joker Junior) - Prominent

Steph Brown (Spoiler, Robin, Batgirl) - Prominent

Cass Cain (Batgirl, Orphan, Black Bat) - Prominent

Damian Wayne (Robin, Batman) - Prominent

Duke Thomas (Signal) - Lesser Known

Luke Fox (Batwing) - Lesser Known

Kate Kane (Batwoman) - Lesser Known

Alfred Pennyworth (Penny-one, Agent A, Voice, The Macaroni) - Prominent

Ace (the Bathound) - Prominent

Selina Kyle (Catwoman) - Prominent

Jim Gordon - Prominent

Lucius Fox - Lesser Known

Terry McGinnis (Batman) - Lesser Known

Bruce Wayne (the dog) - Prominent (no joke! most people didn't know him but that was the option that won!)

Eddie Flamingo - Obscure

Maps Mizoguchi - Obscure

Jace Fox (Batman) - Obscure

Tiff Fox (Robin, Batgirl) - Obscure

Helena Kyle (Huntress) - Obscure

Helena Bertinelli (Huntress) - Lesser Known

Renee Montoya (The Question) - Not

Earl Cooper (The Mechanic) - Not

Isabella Ortiz (Robina) - Obscure

Talia Al Ghul - Prominent

Olive Silverlock (Calamity II) - Not

Colton Rivera - Not

Darcy Thomas (Sparrow) - Obscure

Riko Sheridan (R-Iko) - Obscure

Andre Cipriani (Dre-B-Robbin) - Not

Daxton Chill (DaxAtax) - Not

Dana Winters - Not

Colin Wilkes (Abuse) - Obscure

Jarro - Obscure

Onyx Adams (Onyx) - Not

Gavin King (Orpheus) - Obscure

Harper Row (Bluebird) - Lesser Known

Harold Allnut - Obscure

Maya Ducard (Nobody) - Not

Carrie Kelley (Robin) - Lesser Known

Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy) - Not

Harleen Quinzel (Harley Quinn) - Not

Suren Darga - Not

Vanderveer Wayne (Robin) - Obscure

Matt McGinnis (Robin) - Obscure

Claire Clover (Gotham Girl) - Obscure

Bruce Wayne Junior (Batman Junior) - Obscure

Shondra Kinsolving - Not

Bao Pham (Clownhunter) - Not

Beth Kane (Red Alice) - Obscure

Ryan Wilder (Batwoman) - Obscure

Evan Blake (Wolf Spider) - Not

Mary Hamilton (Poison Ivy) - Not

Sophie Moore - Not

Sasha (Scarlet) - Not

Duela Dent (Joker's Daughter) - Not

Virgil Hawkins (Static) - Not

Alina Wayne - Obscure

Billy Batson (Captain Marvel, Shazam) - Not

Merissa Cooper (Bratgirl) - Obscure

Diego Perez (Chupacabra) - Not

Lucas LaPorte (Megabat) - Obscure

Aion - Obscure

Victoria October - Not

Ace (Royal Flush Gang) - Not

Dr. Leslie Thompkins - Lesser Known

Khoa Khan (Ghostmaker) - Obscure

Phantom-One - Not

Stu HBO Titans - Not

Lily HBO Titans - Not

Marcus Shugel-Shen (Monkey Prince) - Not

Tyler (Blue Hood) - Obscure

Kyle Mizoguchi - Not

Alysia Yeoh (Batgirl) - Obscure

Mr. Dhaliwal - Not

Melanie Walker (Ten of Hearts) - Not

Elainna Grayson (Batwoman) - Obscure

Nissa (Batgirl) - Obscure

Bernard Dowd - Not

Hank Clover (Gotham) - Not

Haly (Bitewing) - Obscure

Detective Williams - Not

Calvin Brooks - Not

Michael Carter (Booster Gold) - Not

Squeak - Not

Mary Kowalski (Miracle Molly) - Not

Dog - Obscure

Gan (Robin) - Obscure

Jackie Napier - Not

Bryce Napier - Not

Jean-Paul Valley (Azrael) - Obscure

Goliath (the Bat-Dragon) - Obscure

Wendy Harris (Proxy)

Charlie Gage-Radcliffe (Misfit)

Bat-Mite

Nosyarg Kcid (Larry)

Dyxl (Nite-Mite)

Kyle Selinas_450 (Catboi)

Gestalt

Beam Boonma

Warren McGinnis

Mary McGinnis

Dana Tan

Max Gibson

Blade Sommer

[theblueskyphoenix]

Hey! I wanted to indulge you on the art ask thing. Apologies in advance if this is a lot, you reserve the right to ignore any one of them if they make you uncomfortable - I'm curious what you'd say to 3, 7, 9, 12, 17, or 23?

3 - What's your least favorite thing about your style?

Oh that's a tough one... Hm... Well, and this is a kind of yes kind of no least favorite thing so bear with me here. (This is a tough question since I technically have a few different styles) I am content with the line art I generally do but I kind of wish I could do thinner lines. Not that I don't like my thick lines but there are days I wish I could do thinner ones. Hope that makes sense.

7 - Show us a WIP

Happily!

Babs being adorbs. (It's for a short comic I'm working on for To Who Knows Where)

9 - Show us a finished piece right alongside the original sketch.

Tada!!

12 - Show us an old drawing.

If you insist. XD Lemme show you one from over a decade ago.

This was drawn around 2010. I've improved a lot since then when it comes to drawing these two. (And art in general. Fun fact on this one: The line art was done with sharpie on paper.)

17 - What do you love getting compliments about?

I love when people compliment my detailing on characters. Be it their clothes, facial expressions, hair, you name it. (Heck this applies to when people compliment the backgrounds.) I dunno, just makes me happy when I see that my hard work has paid off in drawing uber detailed stuff.

23 - What's something you hope people notice when looking at your art?

I always hope people notice small things that hint at story elements or themes. I always have a habit of leaving in small things be it on characters or the background that serve as foreshadowing or adding to themes. (Trauma Center is stuffed full of them.) Honestly makes me smile any time someone notices. ;) Let's me know they're paying attention and taking everything in.