Robin fic snippet
“Kid.” He looked up, vivid, heartbroken anger adulterated by a scrunch between his brows, “You want me to kneecap him?”
“Yes.” Tim drummed his fingers against the wood, shockingly loud, “No. I want”-
“Someone to tell you you’re not crazy.”
Tim said nothing.
“There are no one way bonds,” Elle settled on saying. “Death echoes are not a coincidence. I know nothing about clones and less about aliens, but I do know that what you’re feeling is real, okay?”
Tim swallowed. “When Jason came back, you felt it, right?”
Like a supernova. A sunrise. A falling star, and then just a speck of light, for more than a year, before the Pit’s tide rolled fire back in. Gotham had revived him first, all at once, six feet under and so divorced from humanity it did not understand immediately, the diminished return of life without air.
“I felt it,” Elle said. “Warmth.”
Tim met her gaze. “Sunlight.”
No easy kind of kinship- what Elle would, frankly, wish on exactly no one.
But there was something to be said about the way magic drew people together. Every coincidence in Elle’s entire life- and Gotham itself, the power she’d pulled not calmly spooling away, but sitting up on her ribs in steady weight. Like a cat, purring.
Pleased.
“You have to tell me,” Elle began, settling her fingertips on the edge of the ash tray, lip thick enough it was probably a proper baccarat. In this house, there’d be nothing else. “What the hell not human enough to die, means. Especially if I ever find myself in an alley with this guy.”
“Not a lot of alley’s in Kansas.”
“Do you know,” Elle said, spinning kryptonite between her fingers, “There’s a minor breed of demon that lives only in cornfields. You could summon one with fifty pounds of sugar and half a wish.”
Tim laughed, the sound ravaged. “If you tell me what the hell Jason was thinking, giving you a gun.”
Not a surprise that he’d clocked her- but maybe one that it was questionable.
“I don’t know,” Elle planted her hip against the desk, “Blow big holes in anyone who fucks with you, I assume?”
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People calling it a "quarter life crisis" forget that with the way life expectancy, healthcare, and food nutrient content is going these days it's probably a "third life crisis" at best.
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it’s not just that Martha ended up with Mickey i mean. if they had a 1-minute interaction i would be like sure, they couldn’t get Tom Ellis to return and since RTD would not let his female characters without a male love interest for even a moment... fine whatever, i’d hate it all the same but i could still be accepting. it’s just how little care and respect for her character went into it that breaks my heart. i mean Rose’s ending was shitty as well but RTD obviously put soooooo much thought into the Love Story angle that it’s serviceable. but Martha’s was just like. thrown in there. she apparently faked her death (?? what about her family?? the one she left the doctor to take care of??) to go freelancing (??) as an alien fighter with fucking. mickey of all people. and then they both get a 2min scene where she doesn’t even get to interact with the Doctor at all. just complete disrespect.
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Realizing next month I will be in my mid twenties 😶
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Spent like 30 mins in the garden just chilling and talking with my dear cousin & suddenly life is ok again
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millennials killing the midlife crisis industry because you can’t freak out and buy a luxury car that costs more than your mortgage if you don’t have a mortgage
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