#alli watches yj

[onpyre]

i really love that they’re focusing more on some of the other girls this season. like mari being funny and mean and scared about the dripping noise. akilah with her mouse and stories about her nephew and trying to study for when they get back. fckn crystal who is so weird and loves to act and absorbed her twin.

it’s gonna make the cannibalism turn that much more painful since these aren’t just redshirts, they’re yellowjackets that we are getting to know 💔

[wistfulwatcher]

the sheer frustration of your ship barely interacting all season, only to be set up in the last minutes of the finale to be deeply entangled next season BUT you're also confident the show is going to get cancelled

[alatariel-galadriel]

UGH i don’t have TIME to watch these shows!!!

-me, ignoring a 4 season long series with 23-minute episodes in order to scroll on tumblr for approximately 8 hours

[sab-teraa]

Initially, I was conflicted by Se-ra’s masturbation scene, as I felt that the level of explicitness was unnecessary. I was so convinced that exposing her addiction was sufficient. However, I came across a tweet by ldh_kenki, who translated the caption attached to her poster : “Sara - the hand that mocked and broke others”. Now this explicit scene for me has such a powerful purpose.  The hands that were used to hurt DE and many other victims + bring them to their knees, are now the same hands that lead to Se-ra’s downfall. She used her hands to hit and burn people, and now the exact same hands burned down her facade of a ‘good, churching going girl’ ... and it was done in a way that also mocked her ... whereby her once allies now made fun of her actions/hypocrisy. After years of watching shows use sex scenes as a filler or a form of violence, it’s great to see a s ex scene have such symbolism and be a major plot point. This show is just so damn brilliant. 

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Also, I just realized that the cameras recording her was meant to parallel all the times she stood by and recorded YJ bullying various victims.  

[lottiezilla]

YJs Field Positions Headcanons

listen i don’t claim to be the authority on soccer or yjs lore, but i spent way too much time watching the first episode and that one single game they play and then looking for tiny small snippets anywhere else in all the other episodes to piece these together. so, here it is! my official write up of the different numbers and positions i think each yjs plays(ed?) and how they relate to their personalities :)

jackie. 9, forward, striker. jackie is leading the charge, when the whistle blows, she's who gets to go for the ball. she’s a go-getter, she’s in control, the field moves according to her first move, which reflects jackie’s personality and need to control those around her (mostly shauna). the irony is that her role, her position, can’t function without the rest of the team behind her.

lottie, 5, depending on formation is mid defender (one the most important positions on the field) or center back. she controls the flow of the ball on their side of the field, she's large, imposing, a wall that's tough to get by. lottie is a solid and it’s her job to keep things under control when they get stressful, ie the ball is near their goal. she stands between the opposing team and them scoring, them attacking. when desperate, people will look to her.

shauna, 6, defensive midfield. she's right behind jackie, she's behind the strikers but in front of the defenders. she doesn't control much but she's essential in getting the ball to the forwards and she's the first line of defense when the ball is taken from them on the opposing team's side, it's up to her to keep it over there

van, 1, goalie.what's a team without their goalie? nothing. also one of the most important positions no matter how often the ball is in their court. they are the last line of defense, they can not falter. they are headstrong and steady and when the ball is in their hands, they control the field completely. if the defense fails, van is there to pick up what’s been dropped. van is the ultimate support.

tai, 8, offensive midfield, mid-forward. when the ball is on the opposing team's side, it's up to tai to keep it there, to pass from side to side, to keep it away from the opposing team. she needs to be aggressive and fast and never falter. she's supported by her other midfields and without her, the strikers have nothing. she's essential and she knows it. she also has the capability to score herself, if she finds the strikers and wingers aren’t there for her. while her job is to work with the team, there’s a point where she doesn’t need them and can operate individually if the situation calls for it.

laura lee, 2, right or left defender. she's the support, she's behind Lottie, she knows that if somehow someone gets by Lottie, it's up to her and whoever else is back there with her to make sure it doesn't get farther, to move the ball back up to Lottie and the other midfields. she needs to be reliable and consistent and the mid backs need to be able ot trust her fully.

allie, 11, forward striker. we know allie has kind of a cocky attitude, no matter what tai says. the only reason tai knows her plan will work is because she's the one who would be passing the ball to allie. her or nat or lottie, which is why we see her talking to them first when shauna walks up. Tai knew what she was doing, trying ot freeze allie out, and why she was so aggressive with her, because allie as a striker needs to be quick thinking and aggressive

akilah, 11, has the same pressure as allie did. i think she has a more steady and consistent personality from what we see and she's good at taking directions. which can be good for a forward/striker. before passing, people usually call out where they're passing too to their teammates so i'm sure tai would appreciate someone who can keep up with her and listen to her. and we do see that akilah is a bit insecure and falls in line once everyone else does, esp tai

natalie, 7, winger. natalie is the support, she's the one that puts the ball back into play when it goes out of bounds or near there. she takes the corner kicks which can potentially turn around the entire game. she needs to be versatile and quick, as wingers often run from box to box, like the midfielders. while wingers don't touch the ball nearly as much as midfield or striker, they're essential for getting the ball either across the field to change the flow of the game, or keep it in the center to keep the flow they have going.

while we don’t know what numbers they are or see them on the field, the assumptions i have for mari, melissa, gen and crystal are the missing positions or a second winger, an outside midfield, and anoher outside defender to mirror laura lee. they may also have overlap positions, but for the most part, that would fill out the roster. 

EDIT: Since posting this, i’ve discussed with some others about positions of the remaining few and we were able to figure them out so here goes!

mari, 10, striker. we all know mari is kind of like the bully of the group. she’s pretty confident in her choices and what she wants and when she picks something she stick by it no matter what. great qualities for a striker. she’s determined and in control and she can finish what’s been started. i think mari would’ve been a pretty aggressive striker whereas someone like jackie was more passive.

melissa, 16. melissa would’ve been a sub, likely a winger, but possibly midfield as well. i can see her as nat’s sub. she’s pretty quiet and we don’t get too much characterization on her till later in season 2, but we know she’s rather laid back and seems to more so like to support than lead, and she quickly agrees with whatever is being decided. this would make a decent winger, someone who’s there to support and move the ball from the other side of the field.

[quandaryqueen]

Since requests are open again, could you perhaps do some headcannons for Yandere! Young Justice Riddler?

White knuckle jerk

Yandere Young Justice Edward Nygma X Reader

Yandere? YJ Eddie? Oh my god my loves 😍💕 oh lordy labacamoo, I love you for requesting this. I am so sorry it took too long, I just really needed the time to think about how I can do this request justice and I really hope I did

Also, I'd love to try something new for the Reader's role. You'll see.

CW: Yandere Content, Toxic Relationship Dynamic

💚 Yanderes are a different kind of breed, aren't they? Just the absolute worse, to think they are entitled to a person just because the object of obsession looked their way once and now the Yandere won't stop until they're satisfied on how they have their darling in their grasp.

There are myriad classifications of Yandere. There's the sadistic, protective, delusional, laid-back, vouyeristic, etc etc.

Then there's Edward Nygma, the Riddler, the pathetic one. The one who tries to hold over control over his darling in a way that's degradingly cute of him to try and cuff you to the bed, only to apologize, kneeling, crying, clinging, pleading for you to forgive him, as he kisses your feet for forgiveness.

💚 You were caught as object of obsession, the hot topic among circles of villainy, you've made a name for yourself, an instant terror struck upon the masses and a threat to be snuffed out... All he ever wanted.

And so he set out to watch you for his pure fascination. How does one person in which a calibre like yours operates?

Well for one, he kept a record of your agenda and had managed to track footage of you through various security cameras from wherever you go. It was difficult at first but it's certainly a tell of his determination. From the direction of your headquarters, the bank you recently robbed, a construction site you rigged with explosives as bait for the heroes, your life as a civilian as well, wherein he'd observe you go on about your alter ego where you managed to hide your identity very well. It's simply laughable how you aren't cuffed by the police yet with this amount of footage.

Seeing you go from the cold, masked monster to a warm face that smiles back during encounters was jarring, but fascinating to him. And he can't even tell which one was an act and which was genuine.

💚 Now, the tricky part was making himself known... Wait... Isn't he already known? He has to be, he's been trying to establish himself as one of the greatest threats of Gotham, of course he'd be known! You'd know who he is! Who doesn't?

Anyways... He has pinpointed your latest agenda, striking up a deal with a little known rogue who has yet to make a name for themself. It would be easy to acquire access of their contacts, plus he thinks his reputation would be a great addition to be considered when he plans to make himself known to them as an ally and as a result, get to meet you.

💚 A crush? No. Fascination is the correct word. He isn't above admitting he looks up to you, that he admires your way of doing things and would like to emulate that.

💚 When the time came, he establish himself as an ally of the team, he finally met you.

"V/N, I presume? Your reputation precedes you,"

"Ah, I forgot. Y/N, this is the Riddler." Edward glances at the third person, who is apparently on a first name basis with you. And not to mention, how they sound more at ease around you.

"Riddler... I've heard of him. The one with the question marks," You merely looked over your friend with disinterest as if he weren't there. "And what other help can he offer our cost? Other than being utilised for a... Questionable bait." You paused, trying to find a word less offensive.

"I can assure you-- I'm quite effective in wide ranges of cyber-related needs, strategies, techs--"

"I suppose we can make use of you. Now, if you were to excuse us for a moment, I'd like to talk to Gaslight alone."

Edward practically shrank under your intensive gaze, before wordlessly excusing himself.

💚 One would think he'd be turned off after your display of decorum (lack thereof), he was not. For one, this treatment wasn't particularly new for him and second, he expected this. He has been watching you after all. What's more, he was compelled. How it will all feel worth it once he has done the unthinkable, the impossible. Little ol' him.

He was on the team. That, he can tick off the checklist. Now all to do was to get along with you or Gaslight, the rogue who has agreed to work with him. You seem to get along with them very well and perhaps through a mutual friend, he can develop a bond with you.

It was no easy task, he was prepared from the mount Everest of a research, you would be the most difficult person to conquer in any way. There was nothing you find more repulsive, like submitting under someone. Let alone someone like him. But he felt in control.

He knows what to do, what to expect.

💚 Everything about you wasn't easy. You are irritable to anyone you don't like, save for a few people you tolerate. You also pick up one of the myriads of masks and use it for your own benefit, building a beguiling reputation for being a soft-hearted, thoughtful angel to some, not so much when they turned around.

He was aware of just how you are when you're at your worst, striking unprovoked and ruining someone's life for your benefit without much an ounce of regret and how you can do that to anyone, including those who you seem to have deceived that you have bond. By the looks of it, you might do the same thing to him. But he doesn't care. If that makes him more to you, then take whatever you want from him.

💚 Stupidly persistent, determined, willing to take damage if it means pleasing you. Everything he takes from you, from the verbal hits to the bruises and welts, he was going to take it. Somehow, someway, he is going to have you under his control soon, pull the rag from under your feet...

And in his delusions, he sees himself as this soon to be dominant, in-control, ever so merciful Yandere who will be your everything. In his head, that's his conclusion. In reality, he couldn't hurt you, he couldn't bear the thought of making you cry, let alone lose all the things you want... But if he had to do that, then so be it. It would have been for a better cause, he justifies.

💚 It just so happens your second-in-command, best friend, Gaslight, first name Gayle and last name Ilaw happened to have failed to escape an exploding building from one of your missions... But don't worry, Edward was there for you, he will be your new best friend... Or more, if you'd like.

"What did you not understand about what I said?" You utter coldly, sparing no glances at the hindrance that is Edward. "Don't make me repeat myself."

"I am so sorry for your loss," Edward approaches your slumped figure standing by the balcony. He felt as though he was in your good graces to be excluded from the goons you've yelled at to leave after receiving the news of Gaslight's death.

Gaslight... Long time friend, someone you considered as family. Second-in-command, confidante... An important piece of you Edward had to yank out in hopes of filling her role. It was a massive gap to fill, but you should know by now, he would do anything.

"If you need someone to talk to, I am always a call away."

Edward could not help but to smile as he exit.

The normal you would have barked at him... This development was just what Edward needed, to see the cracks form and soon enough he'd be there to pick up the pieces for you. It will only be just a matter of time until he reduce you into nothing but broken shards of what used to be you, needing to be made whole again with him by your side.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

I’m glad you like the rewrite for Superman & Lois! :D I’ll think some more down the road ;)

1: what’s the duo’s opinion on the whole goku vs Superman & Superman vs Batman debate?

2: in-universe, what’s the most misconception the public have of the duo? Like Nightwing Chris being the son of the Nightwing of bludhaven for example.

3: do they have a “what’s the password” entry to the starcave?

4: do you have a group name when titans of tomorrow & starknights team up all together? I recommend young titans or Star Titans

5: don’t know if I said this but what’s their tickle areas?

6: is there any honorable members on the team? Like I can see Jon & the super twins on the starknights group if gained permission.

7: who’s the leader in both groups.

Happy New Year’s Eve to you friend @pin-crusher2000

I’m looking forward to those S&L ideas you’d have XD

Anyways, on with the show

1) Those debates can be fun to watch and consider but the Duo know that it’s better to appreciate the heroes involved in said debates for what they are as people/characters rather than take it all too seriously and to the point of zealotry and fanaticism as they’ve seen online too many times.

2) The public mistaking Chris as a junior Nightwing and a literal son of the Dick Grayson one via the two splitting the mantle evenly is one common misconception the two have seen time and time again. Also, being called biological brothers, Jake getting confused as a de aged Dick Grayson and being mixed up with Robin and Superboy from YJ just smaller and with differing colors are all also commonplace on newspaper tabloids and magazines.

3) I bet they would, mainly used for special occasions including parties for their friends and relatives taking place at their base. Jake is the one answering the door and The password would be ‘Crusader-Landing-Azule’

4) Star Titans is ideal and common enough to work well with them. It’s short, sweet and to the point. Though in full it’ll be The StarBurst Titans of Tomorrow, as a nice combination of their respective names.

5) On a scale of 1 - 10, with 1 being barely any sort of tingle and 10 being guaranteed of very loud laughter and thrashing around if not being held still….

Chris;

- Sides of the Neck: 6

- Ribcage Sides: 4

- Back of his Knees: 9

- Abdomen: 5

- Tops of his Feet: 7

- Heels and Soles: 7

- Toes: 8

Jake;

- Sides of the Neck: 4

- Ribcage Sides: 5

- Back of the Knees: 3

- Abdomen: 6

- Tops of his Feet: 9

- Heels and Soles: 10

- Toes: 10

6) In particular Green Lantern Tai Pham, Baby Wildebeest, Flamebird (Thara), in a later point in time both Osul and Otho, Jarro the Starro and from alternate Earths both Johnny Grayson aka Firepattern from Earth 2 and Matt McGinnis aka Robin Beyond from Earth 12

Maybe at a later point in time, the Duo would also have an ally and friend from outside the DC multiverse or even it’s dimension….like maybe from a completely different dimension (coded for franchise) in a future crossover *hint**hint*

And oh yeah, Jon too is a frequent help for both teams whenever the help is needed, akin to how Supergirl is a big help to the Legion of Superheroes if need be

7) Both teams have de facto as opposed to officially stated leadership but often times Mar’i and Bobby share having control of the Titans of Tomorrow. The both of them inherited their respective parents’ leadership skills but Bobby a tad bit moreso from Donna and even his Grand Aunt Diana

As for the StarKnights, Chris more or less makes the most prominent decisions of them all, with both Jake and Cerdian being second in commands to him.

[hardcore-lonewolf]

♾️Infinite♾️: A Teen Titans X Young Justice Cross-Over Preview (TUMBLR)

STORYLINE: The Teen Titans and Young Justice met up in Jump City during a mission. At first, both covert teams didn't get along with each other and refuse to form an alliance cause they're rivals. When these sixteen sidekicks find out their enemies were similar to them. The Incursion and Onslaught broke free from Belle Reve with an evil plan that will put those heroes in their place as villains. Will these villains succeed or will these heroes make the fail?

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Short A/N: I'm actually GlampireRockstar...I've been this profile since last year, my now ex bf and I broke up last year. I made this Tumblr and own it since day one when he wanted me to make him one. He can't take this profile cause I made it and built it with my imagination. He's such a jerk and I hope that bitch he's dating knows that this asshat doesn't care for others. I blocked him from my phone, got back my TV to cheer me up with videos and shows that I love, and took back my gaming consoles...yeah I was mad that day cause he's a cheater. I don't need him, being happy and single will be the best choice for me. I go by many pronouns like she/her and he/him, but I got a split personality that's they/them. I love people, though I love being friends with pride community members and straight allies. I don't need men or women, I got me...myself...and I.

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RELATIONSHIPS: Kaldur'ahm | Jackson Hyde X OFC (Wonder Woman's Sidekick; Trained By Katana), Conner Kent | Kon-El X M'gann M'orzz | Megan Morse, Victor Stone | Cyberion Technis (Alien Name; Inspired By "Teen Titans Go" Transformers Reference) X Koriand'r | Kory Anders, OMC (Black Lightning's Sidekick; Trained By Metamorpho) X Raquel Ervin, Wally West X Artemis Crock | Linda Park, Dick Grayson X OFC (Black Canary's Sidekick; Trained By Catwoman), OMC (Green Lantern's Sidekick; Trained By Captain Atom) X Zatanna Zatara | Phoebe Starr (Rock Star Alias; Inspired By DC Comic Book "Zatanna Starr"), Garfield Logan | Craig Wyld (Inspired By DC Villain For Surname; Inspired DC Comics Arc Of Changeling) X Rachel Roth | Abigail Constantine (Adopted Name; Inspired By DC Comics OFC), Simon Jones X Devastation | Roxanne Titania (Custom Alias Inspired By Deviantart & Tumblr; Trained By Circe), Mikron O'Jeneus X Selinda Flinders, Baran Flinders X Kitten | Catherine Walker (Real Name; Trained By Star Sapphire), Tommy Terror | Derek Beresford (Custom Real Name From Book; Trained By Bane) X Komand'r | Komal Brooks (She Was Disowned By Her Family With Her Twin Brother My OMC!Darkfire While Starfire & Wildfire Stayed On The Royal Throne; Trained By Livewire), Cameron Mahkent Junior X Tuppence Terror | Deborah Beresford (Custom Real Name From Book; Trained By Giganta), Leonard Smalls II X Rhiannon | Misty Kilgore (She's Now A Villainess In My DC AU; Trained By Klarion), See-More | Seymour Kennett (Custom Real Name From "Teen Titans" Series & Deviantart; Trained By Count Vertigo) X Jinx | Nicole Diaz (Real Name From "DC Comics"; Trained By Enchantress) & Billy Numerous | William Strayer (Real Name From "DC Comics"; Trained By Madame Rouge) X Tara Markov | Atlee (Watch "Teen Titans Go", She's That Evil & Lowkey Heartless Like Her Villain Arc In The OG Teen Titans Series; Trained By Poison Ivy).

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Hey guys, this is the fan-fiction I'll be posting here on Tumblr.

I got some concepts to do for my Injustice Short Story that'll be put on Ao3 later on in a few weeks.

With that said, let's get down to business and start with the plot.

I wanted to make names and describe better clearly rather than drawing them.

I have tendencies of using people's artwork and stuff that I forget to credit them for making them for their followers.

Since we know that fans wanted the Fearsome Five on YJ, I wanna make this inspiration by using these shows: Teen Titans, Naruto, The Last Airbender, Ben 10, Young Justice, Boruto, Generator Rex, and The Legend Of Korra.

Since we got the DCAMU designing versions of the Titans and the Team, I wanna give credit to Deviantart for having talented users create their own versions of our favorite heroes and villains from DC Comics to their original characters in animated shows or doing comissions as some requests for watchers on the website I love to death.

Onslaught is like the mercenary group for the Council of Light, the Shadows, and the League of Assassins.

Incursion is the fearsome squad for the Brotherhood of Evil, the Hive, and the Legion of Doom.

I couldn't find me a villain group name this year and last until I found the word "Incursion" on Google Dictionary.

It worked well for the enemies of the Titans and it fit perfectly.

Going to how I made my AU versions of these heroes and villains...Fandom, Wattpad, AO3, Tumblr, Patreon, and Deviantart were the best options I can get.

I couldn't find any names for four more characters to play as heroes...still can't even after randomizing them a lot, so I did a surname randomizer and name finder for all ages.

I know there's four known people within a group, such as the Elemental Benders (Aang, Katara, Zuko/Sokka & Toph/Suki), Team Avatar (Korra/Opal, Bolin/Wu, Asami & Mako), Team Alien Force (Ben, Gwen, Kevin/Cooper & Rachel/Julie), the Proto Squad (Herve/Rook, Lula/Ester, Sam & Kai), Team Seven (Naruto, Sakura, Sasuke & Hinata), the Next Generation (Boruto, Sarada, Kawaki & Sumire), the Hong Kong Gang (Circe, Squid, Cricket & Tuck), and Team EVO (Rex, Claire, Noah & Annie) for example...I want to make this happen.

I found my new props due to reading so much QuoteV fan-fiction stories and doing random voting quizzes online.

I want each original character to have some qualities and powers from each character.

The first one will be very good and simple...in my opinion.

The first OMC is based off of Sasuke, Kevin, Cooper, Zuko, Sokka, Mako, Rook, Kawaki, Tuck, and Rex.

You get mechanic skills, unstable mutations, crimson eyes, gear shifting, body modifications, weather manipulation, matter absorption, curse marks, corpse warpaint, advanced cars, rap music, hip hop, street fights, platinum bands, emo clothing, white bandages, rebellious acts, and other edgy stuff that a bad boy can do to with their edginess and being a former villain that redeemed himself as a good guy with rebellious tendencies.

His romantic interest will be Raquel Ervin aka Rocket I, because I believe this Beautiful Black Queen deserves better and my OMC respects different races; he hates people who's racist, discriminating others for their disabilities, and are phobic on pride community members; etc.

The first OFC is inspired by Asami, Sakura, Sarada, Rachel, Kai, Julie, Circe, Claire, Toph, and Korra.

You get some medic training, healing powers, spiritual abilities, elemental bending, savage roasting, chi manifestation, ancient weapons, futuristic armor, rock music, heavy metal, vintage piercings, dragon tattoos, motorcycle racing, gothic makeup, grunge clothing, diamond claws, etc, everything that a tomboyish demigoddess can ask for as a warrior princess of the deities and a legacy that slays evil monstrous titans for Mount Olympus while being part of Camp Half-Blood.

We know Kaldur'ahm aka Aqualad II is queer/polysexual, I felt sorry for him when his crush Tula didn't return romantic feelings for him and understood that she loved Garth till her death on Invasion; I gave this OFC a background of pride with pansexual/bisexual to make these two fearless leaders not turn into straight allies; they still got vibes that make the same gender fall hard for them; she's half Amazonian (mother), Olympian (ancestor), and Human (father); Kaldur will be part Atlantean (mother), Lemurian (ancestor), and Human (father); etc.

The second OMC is based off of Naruto, Boruto, Aang, Benjamin, Herve, Squid, Noah, Sam, Wu, and Bolin.

You get a legendary seal, alien transformations, prototype watches, sacred runes, camera flashes, military training, royal blood, talented artwork, humble loyalty, steel chains, blaster guns, booster suits, nanotechnology gear, industrial music, hardcore punk, alternative clothing, shadow cloning, black ink, golden rings, bad attitudes, and much good guy stuff that makes him the most important person in the world and would always be the person that'll help others as a true hero.

This OMC is special and went through tough times; he's the romantic interest of Zee Zatara aka Zatanna, I think she'll be like the Hinata Hyuga to his Naruto Uzumaki, the red string of fate will thread around his pinky fingers and will lead them together as one; he's having the Green Lantern Ring of Willpower and the Omnitrix for Seasons 1-2 through the Ultimatrix for Seasons 3-4 will fit him well; he's part Human (father), Meta (mother), and Naljian (ancestor); Zee's part Human (father), Angel (mother), and Pralagean (ancestor); etc.

The second OFC is inspired by Suki, Opal, Gwendolyn, Ester, Sumire, Lula, Hinata, Katara, Cricket, and Annie.

You get some pure magic, cosmic energy, shy tendencies, timid behavior, super intelligence, athletic flexibility, hidden secrets, domino masks, scene clothing, neon lights, soul bonds, tarot cards, enchanted agility, chakra sensory, mystic charms, good luck, pop music, silver bells, electric dance, living totems, mana flowers, healing potions, elite skills, astral projections, alien heritage, spell books, etc, she's full of magic and is the most caring being in the world that'll likely be the best girl to have for a lover.

This OFC has been given powers and skills from the following paragraph above me; she serves as a romantic interest of Dick Grayson aka Robin I, she'll be the one who comforted him from his family loss and help him figure out that Bruce Wayne is Batman; Dick finds out that OFC is a heroine who's adopted by Selina Kyle aka Catwoman when her parents were kidnapped and taken away; I love when Dick got powers as Deathwing/Deadman II in the DC Injustice film; I will use that when he gets fully resurrected in the Lazarus Pits from Boston Brand aka Deadman I and Rama Kushan; she's half Anodite (ancestor), Human (father), and Magen (mother); Dick's half Ghost (father), Human (ancestor), and Vampire (mother); etc.

I'm re-editting things on a laptop, tablet, and smartphone...this is hard work for me.

Let's get down to this case for some necessary AU prompts and concepts...by the way Magen is Homo Magi, meaning "super humans born with magic powers".

Aqualad II [Kaldur'ahm | Jackson Hyde]: Atlantean, Gargarean, Lemurian, Human, and Meta. Trained by Aquaman.

Superboy I [Kon-El | Conner Kent]: Kryptonian, Human, Genomorph, and Meta. Trained by Superman.

OFC: Amazonian, Olympian, Celestialsapien, Human, and Meta. Trained by Wonder Woman & Katana.

Miss Martian [M'gann M'orzz | Megan Morse]: White Martian and Meta. Trained by Martian Man-Hunter.

Cyborg I [Victor Stone | Cyberion Technis]: Cybertonian, Human, Apokoliptian, and Meta. Trained by the Atom & Red Tornado.

OMC: Osmosian, Human, and Meta. Trained by Black Lightning & Metamorpho.

Starfire [Koriand'r | Kory Anders]: Tamaranean, Almeracian, and Meta. Trained by Firestorm [Ronnie Raymond] & Power Girl.

Rocket [Raquel Ervin | Agnes]: Terminan, Genesisian, Human, and Meta. Trained by Icon.

Kid Flash I [Wally West]: Human and Meta. Trained by the Flash [Barry Allen].

Robin I [Dick Grayson]: Human and Ghost. Trained by Batman.

Artemis I [Artemis Crock | Linda Park]: Human and Vampire. Trained by Huntress [Helena Bertinelli].

OFC: Anodite, Magen, and Human. Trained by Black Canary [Laurel Lance] & Catwoman.

OMC: Naljian, Human, and Meta. Trained by Green Lantern [Hal Jordan] & Captain Monarch.

Beast Boy [Garfield Logan | Craig Wyld]: Human, Green Martian, and Meta. Trained by Vixen & Animal Man.

Zatanna [Zee Zatara | Phoebe Starr]: Human, Angel, Magen, and Pralagean. Trained by Doctor Fate [John Zatara].

Raven [Rachel Roth | Pride]: Human, Demon, Azarathian, and Magen. Trained by Hellblazer & Arella.

Psimon [Simon Jones]: Human and Meta. Trained by Count Vertigo.

Gizmo I [Mikron O'Jeneus]: Human and Coluan. Trained by Lex Luthor.

Devastation [Deva Blade | Roxanne Titania]: Titan, Genomorph, Human, and Meta. Trained by Deathstroke.

Shimmer [Selinda Flinders]: Human and Meta. Trained by Queen Bee.

Mammoth [Baran Flinders]: Human, Werewolf, and Meta. Trained by Bane.

Icicle II [Cameron Mahkent Junior]: Human, Necrofriggian, and Meta. Trained by Killer Frost [Caitlyn Snow].

Blackfire [Komal Anders | Komand'r]: Tamaranean, Cironielian, and Meta. Trained by Livewire.

Jinx [Nicole Diaz | Aline Haiden]: Magen, Human, Witch, and Genie. Trained by Enchantress.

Tommy Terror [Derek Ford]: Human, Zarthonian, and Meta. Trained by Blockbuster.

See-More [Seymour Kennett]: Human, Cyclops, and Meta. Trained by Brother Blood.

Tuppence Terror [Deborah Ford]: Human, Daxamite, and Meta. Trained by Giganta.

Rose Quartz [Catherine Walker | Kitten]: Human and Zamaron. Trained by Star Sapphire.

Holocaust II [Leonard Smalls The Second]: Human, Pyronite, and Meta. Trained by Savage.

Billy Numerous [William Strayer]: Human and Meta. Trained by Madame Rouge.

Misty Kilgore [Rhiannon Bleak | Arriachnon]: Magen, Human, Croatoan, and Fairy. Trained by Klarion.

Terra I [Tara Markov | Atlee]: Human, Straton, and Meta. Trained by Poison Ivy.

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I found outfits and edit them with filters on my other Tumblr page...from phone to laptop.

They're from that crazy Winx Club dream, I know their ages and order: Daphne, Aisha, Stella, Flora, Musa, Bloom, Tecna, and Roxy.

Pink = Nature/Plants, Red = Sound/Music, Orange = Light/Stars, Yellow = Weather/Elements, Green = Animals/Life, Cyan = Morphix/Water, Blue = Fire/Dragons, and Violet = Technology/Mind.

I'll be using them for a future keepsake later on in life, maybe for these heroines to tease their boyfriends and give these heroes a good show to watch as their girlfriends...probably so.

I know that these ladies will likely do some work and things, which leads for those chicks to get chased by their guys...like spending time in a hot tub to clubbing all night at a karaoke bar without their men there to keep their eyes out.

It's the life of wild girls and how bad they can be with these fellas.

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The Morel of the Story: Agaricus Bisporus

1/?

Introducing a new OC (Ijustthinkthey'reneat.jpeg)

This might be a little confusing for enjoyers of my blog, but this isn't YJ! This is Young Justice Riddler, who is a different character. There is no multiverse here.

Might get spicy in later chapters. You guys know how I love my body horror!

“Scram, Nigma!” Brick snapped, and all of the other boulder-shaped men at the table endeavored to look even bigger than they were. Pointless. Picking a fight in the cafeteria would only end in pain and humiliation for all. Brick and his cronies wouldn't actually do anything. But neither would he.

“Literally just walking by.” he griped.

“Yeah? Keep walking.”

And he did. He'd long ago given up on forging any kind of alliance with the oversized minions of the so-called capo. They no longer meant anything to him, beyond a baffling annoyance. How could they stand to never change like that?

Today appeared to be one of the days the men and women of the prison were in the same place: though they usually remained segregated, occasionally they were allowed to mingle. Even then, they typically stayed apart, boys tables and girls tables, and just spoke or glared or smiled at each other from across the distance of the cafeteria.

Sometimes the ladies tolerated him at their tables. In true middle-school fashion, the other men disrespected him about it; fools who didn't understand the benefit of reaching across the aisle. Many of the women would make clever allies, for all that he could never trust any of them to actually have his back. He suspected a touch of jealousy from some of the men, as they didn't understand that his non-threatening and non-aggressive self-presentation was actually an asset with the women.

But not this time. A warning glare from Killer Frost was all he needed to know he wasn't welcome today. Oh well.

The central aisle of the cafeteria afforded plenty of space, but no welcome, and he found himself wandering the outer perimeter with his tray. Breakfast would be cold at this rate.

“You can sit with me.” The voice was tiny, almost imperceptible in the background murmur.

It was a woman he'd never met. He knew about her, of course. Every time he accepted a mission from the Light, there was a possibility he would end up in prison again, so every time he hacked back in to Belle Reve's laughably protected files, and checked on who his neighbors would potentially be. And this time, among the familiar faces, someone new.

“Well, if you're offering.” he set his tray down. “Far be it for me to refuse an invitation from the only person in this entire building to have any taste in company.”

She made an unsure humming sound, but didn't retract her welcome. He began separating his food by type, making sure nothing was touching before beginning to eat. A faint, familiar scent caught his nose. Mushrooms. He picked through his eggs, checking for them, but found nothing.

She tugged lightly at the hems of her sleeves, ran her fingers under her inhibiting collar.

“If you do that too much, it'll set off the pacification function.” he warned. He'd been on the receiving end of that incapacitating shock all too often. She hastily let go of the collar.

“Not to scare you, or anything. I've just had it happen before. I found it unpleasant. So, have you got a name?”

He knew what her file said, but he wanted to know what she would say.

“No.” she mumbled. She hadn't looked directly at him yet, only stealing furtive glances in his direction, but she seemed to notice his raised eyebrow. “I mean, yes! I have to have a name, don't I? I just...don't know what it is. I know that must sound difficult to believe...”

Unidentified Caucasian woman, age unknown. Estimated between 25 and 40 years. Unknown meta. Task Force X under consideration.

Honest yet cryptic. Straightforward, yet offering nothing but more questions.

“It happens. It's nothing I've never heard of. What are you called then?”

He watched her take a slow bite of scrambled egg, seem to choke it down with disgust while contemplating her answer.

“Warden Waller called me Erosion.” she said finally. “I didn't chose it. She did.”

“Erosion.” he tasted the shape of it in his mouth. “Not bad, not bad. Sometimes they do get chosen for us, but sometimes that's better than getting stuck with something that sounds like you came up with it in middle school. For instance, there is someone here who seriously goes by the name 'Icicle Jr.' He is a grown man. He answers to this name. It's rather ridiculous. Anyway, I'm the Riddler.”

He watched her reaction from the corner of his eye, watched her pause for a moment as if trying to figure out if he was serious or not.

It was a little ridiculous. But how many had cursed that name over the years, and him laughing all the while.

“Never heard of you.” she said. The anticlimax of it drew his mouth into a pout. “Of course, that doesn't mean much coming from an amnesiac, does it?” she continued.

“It doesn't mean any less. And seeing me as a clean slate might be to my advantage.”

“If you say so.”

He watched her try to eat more of her eggs, clearly struggling the whole way. That was one of many issues with a maximum security prison, filled with some of the most dangerous and hated people in the world. The food quality was...subpar.

And the fashion was terrible, even for notoriously gaudy supervillains. The prison issue orange jumpsuit looked terrible on her. It clashed badly with her mossy green hair-a product of dye, or of her meta powers?-hanging in thick clumps around her shoulders, and it really heightened how unhealthily pale her skin was. She looked as if she hadn't seen the sun in months. Didn't they let her outside with the other ladies?

“Ah, but I already have proof.” he said. “After all, you did invite me to sit with you.”

“What's with that, anyway? What's their problem with you? I thought that one guy was gonna start a fight.”

“Who Brick? Bah, he only wishes he could get away with it. I guess he probably could. These collars might suppress meta powers, but that doesn't stop him from being seven feet tall and shaped like two refrigerator boxes.”

She huffed a single laugh.

“As for problems, well...I assume you've noticed the lisp. I look and sound much younger than I am. I am a normal human size. I am not a meta. I am cerebral, and don't act like they do. And they are, as the youths say, basic. They don't need any reason more than that. They act as childishly as they perceive me to be.”

“Anyone different is fair game, huh? Guess I understand that.”

“Had to deal with a schoolyard bully or two?” he wondered aloud. He could see it. She seemed inoffensive, but if she'd always had that round face and full body, and inability to look other people in the eyes, he could definitely see children being very judgmental about it.

“Probably. I mean, yes. I remember that much. Just not where I went to school, or where I grew up, or how old I am, or my own name. But I remember doing math. Book reports. How upset I was to realize that once you got to a certain age, there was no more recess.”

“How long have you been like this?” he asked. She stared ahead, seeming bewildered. “How long since you lost those memories?” he clarified.

“Oh. Not long. I think, something must have happened to me just before they brought me here. I don't remember much before that.”

“Speaking of...Why are you in here? I've seen all of these faces before, but not yours.”

Her expression closed off, face blanking.

“Well me, I robbed a jewelry store. I'll have you know, I look fantastic in emeralds. I think you would too.”

Her eyes flicked his direction, then away just as quickly.

“You are in a maximum security prison built specifically for supervillains.” he reminded her. “And I am one of them. Oh don't worry; no one got hurt. That wasn't the point of it. Nobody was able to answer the riddle though, and it was such a simple one!

Treasure from trash

Its first owner doesn't want it,

But often dies before giving it up.

What do you think?”

“I-” she began.

The cafeteria bell rang.

“Oh well.” he said. “maybe next time.”

[theswordnthepen]

Young Justice has me hooked again.

[onpyre]

whoa!!! some real interesting dream/dimensional lore with coach ben. he’s no longer welcome… it’s like he’s been accessing the dream realm to escape but now it’s pushed him out… also love that they keep framing him with antlers

[strangeduckpaper]

E136: Watchman, Knighthood, Lantern

Stephanie Brown’s death was temporary, thanks to Godwatch. The ‘Capebusters’ turned terrorist organization was desperate for new blood following the organization’s exposure and subsequent decimation at the hands of the Justice League. A dead apprentice of Batman, resurrected with the help of a ‘requisitioned’ Lazarus Pit, seemed to do the trick.

Stephanie, her memories of her life before suppressed through the trauma of her death and rebirth and Godwatch brainwashing, operated as Godwatch’s secret weapon in their espionage and below the board acts. But her service would come to an end as the brainwashing became less effective and the cloud surrounding her memories began to lift. The final straw would come upon watching a news report on Gotham’s recovery from the supernatural Cataclysm that occurred years prior. Her resignation would be delivered in the form of bullets and larceny.

Preparing for an unhappy homecoming, the still unstable Stephanie would set up base within the depths of the now abandoned Arkham, adopting the ‘Arkham Knight’ moniker in the process. For weeks she would plot, before striking against the street crews loyal to the False Face Society, intent on revenge against her killer, Jeremiah Arkham. But she would discover that her revenge had apparently already been delivered at the hands of Jason Todd, yet the Black Mask lived on in upstate New York.

She would engage in a serious of one sided reunions as her former allies were sent reeling by the Knight’s sudden appearance. But only after stealing the Batwing, tussling with her ex-YJ teammates, and chasing Black Mask back to Gotham would her identity be revealed in a confrontation with her successor, Duke Thomas. But a near repeat performance of her death would send her into hiding, leaving only regret and sorrow.

Young Justice would attempt to track her down, assisted by both the Justice League and the Batfamily. But the still unstable Stephanie would ever reveal herself to the Outcasts, the team led by Gotham’s other lost son, Jason Todd. But eventually, she would be brought back into the fold, sent to therapy, and begin rebuilding her family. But anger still dwelled in her heart, as shown in the Countdown to Crisis, as a Red Lantern Ring would choose her as a host. But within the Blackest Night of Crisis, Stephanie would override the emotional corruption of her Ring through sheer willpower, only accomplished once before.

Now the Green Lantern responsible for Earth, given a designation as a specialized area Stephanie now adjusts to her new responsibility whilst maintaining her mental health. But she is Stephanie Brown, Gangbuster Vigilante, Girl Wonder, Brainwashed Assassin, Brutal Rogue... and Emerald Knight.

And evil will know her might.

[bandsanitizer]

8 songs, 8 rules (or something)

RULES: 8 song prompts & tag 8 people

thank you for the tag @staticsounds @redrattlers @tirednotflirting and @reachthezeneth !!

1. Favorite song at the moment.

Starting Line by Luke Hemmings she says to the surprise of no one. also That Funny Feeling by Bo Burnham and Goodbye by Bo Burnham

2. A song you associate with your favorite ship.

This requires me picking a favorite ship which like I don’t know how to do that. So we’ll go with my narrowed down top 3 ships.

so first CALM bc ot4 is superior. I have decided. their whole existence and meeting is fanfic material (childhood besties malum. we both thought the other was too cool cake. enemies to besties muke. met online mashton. we’ve met before! lashton. was angry bc where tf were you but then I fell in love with you cashton.) anyways song from my ot4 playlist Never Be by 5sos and my biggest writing goal is to write a fic based on it bc I could go on forever about colors in 5sos music.

next ship is birdflash and the song I associate would be Heroes by MIKA and like specifically YJ!verse but could work otherwise. and the other ship is Blam (from glee) and I associate them with Sick of Losing Soulmates by dodie.

the real moral of the story here is that I love the friends to lovers trope and most of my favorite ships exist in this realm of I’m okay with them being strictly platonic or being romantic and what matters to me is how they see ALL of the other and still choose to love them (platonic or romantic). and that said… there’s a lot of overlap on songs lol

3. A song that could be about you.

26 by Paramore bc even though that’s about her… the first time I heard the song I started crying and it’s just… learning to navigate being your biggest critic and most important supporter is a Struggle. trying to stay grounded and not give up on dreams. I just RELATE to this song with my whole being

4. A song that you think is underrated.

At the End of the Day by Mali-Koa. Listen like this whole album is phenomenal but I really think we don’t talk about this song enough. It’s really about this idea that everything you want to be and need to be is already inside you. that whatever you’re searching for you’ll find it because you already have it. idk it’s a comforting song for me and I think one of the best lyrics on the album (okay honestly the whole album is just lyrically a masterpiece)

5. A song that reminds you of a good memory.

Sevens by Samuel Hazo. My high school band never followed through on performing this in a concert, but learning this piece and everything was such a positive experience during band. Also 11/16 & 7/16 was just really fun to play! Learning the xylo part was an adventure but truly something I enjoyed and it’s just very tied to the best feelings of being in band. Notably a memory of one run through that was just spot on! (Also that feeling of finally getting the piece right? YEAH)

6. The last song you listened to.

Sticky (with SHAED) - Piano Version by The Maine (or well technically Upside Down by Austin Moon bc I watched Austin & Ally) like Sticky is a great song and then make it all pretty with a piano and then make it a duet???

7. A song that makes you laugh.

P*rnstar by ModSun. Censored bc I feel weird about that word being on my blog. Like it’s not even a bad song either? It’s very secksual though. And was like unexpected despite being completely expected based on the title. IDK it’s just like… made me laugh while listening to Internet Killed the Rockstar.

For a more sfw song: The Turd Song by Big Time Rush. Iconic. Amazing. Genius. Invented music. James’ run at the end?!?!

8. A song you want your mutuals to listen to.

I don’t think a day will go by where I don’t find a way to rec flights by twentylove. Like it’s just… a great song. lyrics and all it’s a favorite of mine. but for a different song Watercolors by Will Jay like it frustrates me this is the only version he’s released bc this song is sooooooooo good.

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Crossover Fic Recs

Hey, saw your post for some fic recs! Unfortunately I can't continue the wonderful thread of reblogs because I wish to remain anonymous, but here have some cool crossovers that I didn't see get rec'd yet :D (you can either post this or add it to the reblogs, I don't mind either way)

Just Another Meteor Freak [500k words, complete] (and it's sequel, which is unfortunately incomplete) is a Smallville/DP crossover that's absolutely a fantastic read and I cannot recommend it enough, it's one of my faves! Brief synopsis: Danny goes to live with his aunt Martha Kent after his family dies (and for once Danny's family dying in a crossover fic doesn't have anything to do with TUE!), and misunderstandings of the good kind and mishaps ensue because of course Danny and Clark's hero complexes come into play. It's got hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, sibling-esque-bonding, and all sorts of cool stuff, including ghost king headcannons and new powers for Danny. It takes place mostly from a Smallville perspective, but Danny's woven in so seamlessly that you won't believe he wasn't in the original show to begin with. I read it for the first time after having not watched Smallville in years and I could still understand it though, so I think that if you haven't watched Smallville before you could still enjoy the fic a lot!

And like, honestly, I totally recommend other stuff by this author (jadedbluerose) too. She's got a Merlin/DP crossover that's pretty fantastic, but unfortunately she hasn't updated anything since 2014 :( still worth the read though!!

Spirited Away [70k, complete] is a Harry Potter/DP crossover, it's honestly THE MOST hilarious fic I've ever read. Synopsis: Danny is an unwilling student at Hogwarts, and the most chaotic Hufflepuff the world has ever seen. He claims he's been kidnapped but when no one listens to him, he raises all kinds of hell to try and get kicked out. And if that doesn't work, well, he can always sue them. 100% worth the read, it will definitely make you laugh.

Various Superphantom (Supernatural/DP) crossovers by sapphireswimming. Literally anything Superphantom found here? Totally the best. You can also check out Superphantom fics by surelysilly (whose fics are more on the darker end of the spectrum, and their prose style is kinda abstract rather than your traditional linear narrative) Vitaliciouscreations (they've got a oneshot collection that's pretty fun, as well as a oneshot that I wish they'd continue and a complete cute 13k-word penpal fic.)

How to befriend a ghost [80k, incomplete] is a HTTYD/DP crossover in which Danny gets stuck in the Viking era, and I originally started reading this for the Danny & Hiccup friendship because it's adorable and both of them see how similar they are to each other and find kinship in that. The dragon Danny gets (because this is a HTTYD crossover, this is inevitable!) really sneaks into your heart though, and I ABSOLUTELY adore Sparky as much as I adore Toothless. He's very lovable and complements Danny super well! Of course, it's not all friendship bonding and training dragons, the archipelago is Danny's home now (until he can find his way back to Amity Park/his own century) and he's going to protect it too when trouble arises, just like the dragons do. He even gets new powers along the way. This fic is pretty fun, there's a lot of switching perspectives and you really see the characters' voices come through in it, and you even get to see the dragons' POV, which is really interesting since you get to learn Sparky's backstory!

Den Mother [8k, ongoing] is a Young Justice/DP crossover that acknowledges the fact that Danny is by all rights a first-generation hero, and he's treated with the respect as such and gets to join the Justice League rather than the YJ team. Of course, he doesn't WANT to join the league at first, which is a different take than you'd expect, but he reluctantly agrees and is then given the same responsibilities as a Justice League member--that is, to teach the YJ something about teamwork or whatever. It's not very long right now, but the premise is so good! It has a lot of potential.

A Foreign Perspective [200k words, complete] is a DNAngel/DP crossover that I saw @scrollingdown call a fandom classic once and honestly agree, even though I don't think many people know/have read it. It's a cute friendship fic that focuses on Phantom (not Danny, but Phantom specifically) making his first friend, an older boy named Daisuke, who seems normal at first, but is slowly revealed to be a little more understanding of Danny's situation than he appears. Some comfort involved too since Danny deals with a little more with the idea of mourning/loss than in canon, seeing as Daisuke thinks he's a full ghost and therefore a teenager that died, and Danny learns to be a different kind of hero because of it. Really cool fic too since you don't need to know DNAngel at all to understand the fic, since it's told from DP's perspective, and you get to learn about Daisuke as Danny does. It's just super sweet and it's got some action here and there that makes it exciting, and it's really a fun read.

Other stuff by this author is worth the read too! They've got oneshots of a HP crossover and Ghost Whisperer crossover, and a sadly incomplete HTTYD crossover [100k words] that is still super super good and also deals with ideas about mourning and loss. Their non-crossover stuff is also pretty interesting (there's a Mute!Danny AU and Dash kinda-redemption oneshot I really liked).

Diversity [150k, ongoing] is another Ghost Whisperer/DP crossover, it's a found-family fic where Danny runs away from home after his family dies in the events post TUE. He ends up running into Melinda and she goes out of her way to help him. There's a couple underlying mysteries surrounding the ghosts that haunt this fic, and Melinda tries to understand Danny's past and ends up tangled in a conspiracy because Danny's hiding his ghostly alter-ego and also the GIW are involved at some point (and they are much more menacing here than in canon). It's totally a page-turner, and you can get as invested as Melinda in hoping Danny heals from his loss. Spellbound [150k, ongoing] is a HP/DP crossover by the same author! Danny accidentally gets trapped by Magical Britain and is bitter about it, but he's trying to make the best of it. The Wizards have no idea what to make of him, but he just wants to go home, and he makes a couple friends while he plots his escape. (It's actually been a while since I read that one, so I'm a bit fuzzy on the details, but I do remember feeling bad for Danny in this fic, poor boy's lonely and can't even interact with kids his own age because he's an unknown creature to the wizards. Good thing Danny's never been one to follow authority.)

A Visit to Paris [10k, complete] is a Miraculous Ladybug/DP crossover in which Danny is Akumatized... sort of. The results are hilarious: Danny's a troll, Hawkmoth is frustrated, the heroes aren't really sure what to make of it, and Danny and Adrien make a lot of puns. Oh, and Danny is the only one smart enough to fix Paris' villain problem (okay, so it might be slightly cracky). It reminds me very much of Spirited Away, which I mentioned earlier. It's got the same level of chaos that's for sure. All in all, it's a very, very fun read.

A Different Sort of House Call [50k, incomplete] is a House MD/DP crossover, it's been years since I read it but I've always considered it one of the fandom classics too? It was definitely one of the first things to pop to mind when I was trying to recall all the cool memorable crossovers to rec you, so this goes on the list too. It's Danny at the hospital with House, and the doctors are trying to diagnose him without knowing about his ghost half (and Danny's not exactly willing to tell them either). There's angst (especially since the author wrote this to follow Lab Rat by AnneriaWings), Vlad trying to be an ally (sorta?), and House being clever as usual. Sadly it's incomplete but it's still super good!!

Running Blind [20k, complete] is a CSI/DP crossover (it took me forever to find the link again since it wasn't listed as a crossover). It's super good, Danny runs away for reasons unknown (at the beginning of course) and gets caught up in a murder investigation and he suspects the culprit is supernatural so obviously he helps out. The CSI guys are both trying to protect him (thinking he was a target for the murderer) but also trying to uncover his past and the reasons he ran away. When you find out why he ran away, you might be awed like I was (especially when you realize how long it had been since he ran) or you might be unimpressed, but the aftermath and his family/friends finally catching up to him might make up for that. I kinda liked how Vlad was written here too.

Ghost Crimes and its sequels is a Criminal Minds/DP crossover. It's the first in a very long series (currently 500k+ words in total) that expands on the DP world and lore, and also involves a lot more murder, death, blood (and the other related gore-ish stuff), and overall realism. Like, Danny fights what is basically Jack the Ripper and its terrifying. It's kind of like a "dark and gritty" DP (but like, not unbearably or overwhelmingly dark and gritty), angst sprinkled here and there, along with darker themes and less light-hearted issues (mental health/trauma/depression/etc. and neglect/abuse and like, actual competent adults like social workers and stuff are a real thing in this fic). There's a lot going on but it's got its lighter nice moments too (Dani is there and gets to be a part of Danny's family, Val's in on the secret, among other things). Also some of the chapters are illustrated, it's great. Definitely check it out!

Okay that's a lot of fics so I'm gonna stop now. Have fun reading!!

[imagineyoungjustice]

1.5k Followers Milestone Drabbles 5/10 (Sidelined Part 3)

Okay so I ended it prematurely because I was starting to run into writer’s block in the last scene and I didn’t want to take more time in making you all wait. Also I normally don’t like bringing in people who haven’t shown up in YJ but I made a small exception for Leslie Thompkins only because I didn’t know how they could have explained the situation to a regualr hospital staff. Anyway to the anon that wanted more M’gann/Artemis/Reader friendship I’ll gladly put it in part 4 if people want another part when I’m taking requests again! -Terra

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              Adrenaline coursed through your veins, the sounds of fists connecting with flesh and grunts of pain filling the alleyway. Your breath came out in sharp pants, billowing out in front of you in the cold autumn air. You had never felt more alive than you had in this moment. You danced around the crooks, there one moment and gone the next, flowing around their attacks as if you were made of liquid. Above you, the sky was clear. Stars glittered overhead like specks of crystal.

              “Damn bitch,” the one who you assumed was the leader of the group spat, blood hitting the pavement from where your fist had split open his lip. “someone kill her already!”

              You took in your surroundings, watching as the crooks surrounded you in the narrow back alley. You weren’t nervous at all; in fact, you were quite the opposite. A smirk made its way onto your lips as you stared down the ringleader through your mask.

              “I wouldn’t look so damn smug if I were you, girl.” He spat, taking a few steps towards you. “We’ve got the upper hand now, if you hadn’t already noticed ‘yer completely surrounded. Ya’ might as well give it up, ya’ can’t take us all down on ‘yer own.”

              You chuckled low; your smirk widened ever so slightly. “Can’t I though?” On cue, several smoke pellets dropped to the ground at your feet from the rooftops, activating on contact with the asphalt and shrouded you from their view. As soon as the smoke concealed you, you jumped into action, taking out legs and arms alike as the crooks stumbled around blinded, coughing through the smoke. They swung with reckless abandon in any direction they believed you were, and you used that to your advantage. Behind you through the smoke, you could hear the others that you weren’t focusing on going down. Good. The faster you wrapped this up the better.

              The two of you worked in tandem through the ever-thinning cloud of smoke, flipping and kicking and punching, and everything in between until the last of them fell. Then came your least favorite part: tying them up. This was the one part you couldn’t rush, if not done properly they could escape before the authorities arrived. So even though you operated with a small window of time, you forced yourself to work as diligently as you could. Making sure your knots were secure, you were pulled by your ally further back into the alley: time was up.

              You let yourself be led, almost tripping over the uncovered sewer grate in your haste. Just before the smoke cleared and you secured the manhole cover over your head, you could see the tips of two pairs of boots: one yellow and one red. You turned to your ally again as he led you down the twisting maze of sewer tunnels, trying not to breathe in deeper than you wee forced to at the stench that permeated the air. Sewer crawling was high up on your list of things you hated about your job.

              After a good twenty minutes of running through tunnels and making sure your trail was unfollowable, you were brought back to the surface, much to your delight, and back into the (relatively) clean air of Central City. “Cut it a little close didn’t you Rob?” You turned to your boyfriend as you slipped into the building next to the two of you. “One more second and they would have caught the two of us.”

              “We made it out, didn’t we? Besides, it wouldn’t have been as close as it was if you didn’t toy with them like always.” He snapped back, but it didn’t hold any real heat to it. You know he always enjoyed the thrill of almost being caught, slipping away at the last moment. The two of you started to go through the motions, taking off your gear and cleaning up. The old warehouse you were set up in definitely screamed “in need of repair” but the lights more or less worked and so did the water if you hit the pipes hard enough. You weren’t complaining against your hideout of choice when your only alternative was to go back to the cave, or even worse, your house. Just the thought sent a shiver up your spine and an unpleasant churning of anxiety in your stomach.

              As if sensing your thoughts Dick, now sans his Robin costume turned to you. “You can’t run from this forever you know.”

              Your lips turned down into a frown. You two had been going through this conversation more and more now since he first ran into you after you had run from the cave. You were angry still, and terrified, hiding in some of the worst places in Central City against your better judgement, anywhere that you knew your uncle wouldn’t look for you. Of course, Dick had been able to find you immediately, you weren’t good at living on the streets and it showed… and made you an easy target for some of the worst to try their luck at what few meager belongings you had swiped from your home. After saving you from a fight you hadn’t been in a situation to take alone, you had only just convinced him to help you keep hiding, just until you were ready. He agreed, albeit reluctantly, and against his better judgement, but only on the condition that you eventually go back home or at least back to the cave and talk this out with someone. There was also the bit about him keeping an eye on you as well under Batman’s nose but that was the part you cared the least about. Fighting crime only got better when you knew your boyfriend was with you giving you a helping hand from the shadows.

              Now here you were in this shithole of an abandoned building, a few weeks out from the incident with him pestering you again that you needed to go back home. Having him around had started to lose its luster, even if deep down you knew he was right. “Who says I can’t? I’m doing well enough so far, aren’t I?”

              “Only because I’m keeping an eye out for you. Look, you know I’m only saying this because I care about you. You can’t keep running from this forever. If you don’t go to them, I’ll… tell them where to find you.” Dick had placed his hand on your arm, his blue eyes boring into your own filled with nothing but genuine concern for you. Nevertheless, you felt panic begin to settle in, your heart thundering against your chest as your flight response kicked in.

              “You can’t! You wouldn’t!” You took a few steps back from him, your hands shaking at your sides as you balled them into fists.

He sighed, grabbing his shades off the counter. “I can and I will, but not yet. I can promise you maybe a week, but living like this? It’s not the right way to handle things. I know you know that.” He slipped his shades on, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to the door with a simple “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

              You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down from the panic you had worked yourself into. You still weren’t ready to face your parents, your brother, of all people. Your nights were still haunted by the way he screamed your name while M’gann and Dick dragged him out of the core room during the simulation, the look on his face when you all woke back up in the cave. Maybe you were a coward but having to confront the aftermath of your bottled-up feelings of inadequacy was never something you had thought you were ever going to do. Hell, if M’gann hadn’t fucked over everyone’s mind in the simulation you wouldn’t have even blown up like you did in the first place. You would have just kept everything in, maybe lived on happily enough with Dick, maybe not, but you would have been at least somewhat content to just continue to on like you had grown somewhat comfortable with, always having to fight for every scrap of attention you could steal away from Wally’s spotlight. Yeah sure your situation always sucked, and left you crying into your pillows many nights, but you were used to it. You were pretty sure the look of devastation on Wally’s face hurt a lot more than everything you had endured up until now.

              You didn’t realize you had started crying again until you heard the distinct plik of a tear hitting the concrete at your feet. You sucked a quick breath in and used the back of your hand to wipe at your eyes. Even now the thought of your almost nonexistent relationship with your brother and your family had you breaking down, your heart wrenching and the tears cascading, yet this time it was amplified by the look of Wally’s face of complete devastation. You sighed and gave a halfhearted sniffle. There was no use in you getting angry at M’gann like that, it wasn’t her fault, not really.

              You heaved a sigh and wiped at your tears. In truth, you were tired, and not just physically. You were also completely and utterly mentally exhausted. Maybe to some degree Dick was right, that things would improve if you went back. Nonetheless you shook your head, dragging your feet to your makeshift bed in the next room. Sleep first, then you could wallow about your situation some more in the morning.

              As night turned into day, then again and again until the days began to meld together again, you still did nothing about changing your current situation. Your week was up, but Dick always was a bit of a pushover with you. Nonetheless, Dick was starting to hound you more and more now, increasingly exasperated at your actions. “Just this last patrol, I promise.” You’d tell him. Well that “last patrol” started almost a week ago, and your boyfriend was running out of patience.

              The two of you were as usual out amongst the streets and rooftops, though this time your destination would take you to the shipyard. You had been tracking weapons deals across the city for almost this whole time now. It was something you had noticed upon overheard conversations between your brother and uncle and noticed a faint underlying pattern between the seemingly random deals. They had brushed you off when you confronted them about it, but not Dick. He had listened to your theory, and even agreed that you sounded like you were onto something. It was through his skills as a budding detective that the two of you had started to uncover the gang behind the deals, hitting those on the streets at every chance. Only a few talked, and they were the ones that knew the least, but between the two of you, a case was slowly being built. Tonight was supposed to be one of their biggest deals yet, and you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to not only get more information about the one behind all of this, but also to keep a lot of dangerous weapons from falling into the wrong hands.

              “Thunderstrike, do you have eyes on them?” Robin’s voice rang out in your comm. You peered around the mast of the ship you were using for cover, scanning the place the deal was supposed to go down. Below, you could just make out the faint shadows of the thugs milling around the dock. Switching to night vision, you were able to count an additional three that you hadn’t seen before.

              “Twelve so far.”

              “That’s half as many as there were last count. I think it’s safe to say we have the right place. I’m almost in position to get a better idea of what we’re dealing with.”

              “Copy.” You took your hand away from the comm and kept an eye as more and more thugs seemed to appear out of nowhere. You could feel your stomach dropping with each new person to show. Your chances were looking increasingly slim, even with Robin at your back. “Robin.”

              “I know. This isn’t looking good.” There was a brief pause before Robin spoke again. “It looks like some of them have patches on their jackets. I can’t get a good look from here. Can you?”

              “I can try hang on.” You peered around the mast again, zooming in with a new feature on your mask courtesy yet again of your boyfriend. It wasn’t perfect, everything was still slightly blurry, but you were still able to just make out the design on the patch. “I’ve got it. It looks like…” Your blood turned to ice. “Oh no.”

              “Thunderstrike?”

              “It’s them, Robin.” You heard him swear, followed by a quick “I’ll be right there” before the comm went dead. You slipped back into your hiding spot, trying to gather yourself. The Brass Ravens was their name. A new and upcoming weapons gang that seemed to take Central City by storm over night. Your Uncle Barry and Wally had been on their case for months now, but they always proved just a little too good at covering their tracks, leaving nothing more than the tiniest scraps behind for your uncle to pick up. All of this suddenly made a lot more sense now. Operating through unmarked “front gangs” was typical of their MO, allowing the real gang to keep their distance from the public and operate largely unhindered. The fact that their “core” members were actually making an appearance gave away just how big and important this deal tonight was going to be.

              Robin appeared beside you just as you had finished your last thought. His face was a mixture of grim reality and panic. “We need to bail.”

That wasn’t what you were expecting. “What do you mean we need to bail? We can’t just let them go through with their deal!” You hissed at him.

              “Well we certainly can’t fight them on our own!” He snapped back. “We’d get killed for sure!”

              “There must be something we can do! This is the best break we’ve gotten on this case ever! If we can just get one of the marked gang members maybe we can actually get some useful information. I can’t just walk away from this.” Maybe you were being stubborn, irrational, whatever, but you knew deep down it would be wrong to walk away and do nothing while a deal like this would put countless innocents in danger. You would never be able to forgive yourself if you knowingly let that happen.

              “I’m not suggesting we do nothing, we bail and leave a beacon for other league members to intercept, draw them to the deal and let them handle it.” He said, crossing his arms across his chest.

              “Will they even get here in time?”

              Robin hesitated, and though it was just for a brief moment, it gave you the answer you needed: there wasn’t one. You stood up. “I’m going in whether you’re there to back me up or not.”

              The sharp hiss of your real name startled you into looking at him. “Listen to me! This is serious, not some small-time gang establishing their territory. These people are the real deal, and way above both you and me! Going in there will just get both of us killed, and I’m not going to just sit here and watch you die again!” Your eyes were wide with shock at his outburst. The way his hands clenched on your upper arms, the slight tremble to his voice and frame. He was hurting, just as you had been. You felt the guilt wash over you instantaneously. You had been so caught up in your own issues that you hadn’t even once thought about how traumatizing the failsafe mission must have been for him as well. To believe that everyone he had known and cared about was dead, and some by his orders. You never thought about how he might have felt about knowing he left you to die in the core of the ship.

              “I just can’t…” His voice was even lower now, and you hated how broken it sounded.

              “I’m so sorry.” You whispered; your own head bowed in shame. “I spent so much time stuck in my own pity that I didn’t realize how you must have felt.” He opened his mouth to speak, but you pushed his arms off you. “But I won’t put innocents in danger. With no guarantee that the League will get here in time, I’m going in.”

              He called your name again and this time grabbed your wrist. “Don’t, please.”

              “I would never be able to forgive myself if they got away because the League didn’t get here in time, Dick. This is the only option. Drop the beacon, I’ll buy as much time as I can.” He moved to stop you again, but this time you were ready. As his other arm moved to restrain you, you grabbed and twisted him around, pushing him off the edge of your perching place so he’d have to grapple to safety. You felt horrible for doing it, but the time he’d spend getting back up to your hiding spot would give you enough time to move in.

              And that’s what you did. One moment you were perched on the edge of the clearing, the next you were gone, hidden in the shadows as you called on every last bit of training you had in you. You picked off the guards along the edges one by one, but you knew that your job was only going to get more and more difficult despite shortening the numbers gap between you and them. The guards you were incapacitating were the unmarked ones, the weakest and least trained members. The gang members in the middle all carried the patches. You found yourself hoping for the first time in a long while you’d see your Uncle before you had to go into the open.

              However as in your usual case of luck, it was not on your side. You don’t remember much about the following series of events, but you did know that you were easily, and laughably unmatched. You did your best, but in just a few short minutes, you were out cold. As everything faded to black you thought you heard Dick in the distance, but you were unable to process it before you were completely down for the count.

                                                         *****

              The first thing you registered upon waking up was the pounding of your head, the agonizing throb at your temples and where you (eventually) remembered being struck. You couldn’t suppress the groan of pain that escaped you. Nausea crashed over you as you swayed in your spot, your stomach twisting and churning and threatening to upheave at every pulsating jab of pain. Thinking was difficult, but you forced yourself to calm, and gather your bearings to the best of your abilities. Sweat broke out along the expanse of your skin with the effort of pushing past your pounding head and extreme nausea. That’s how you deduced that you were still in costume, sans your gloves and (presumably your utility belt (You still hadn’t been able to work yourself up to opening your eyes yet). Concussion. You definitely had a concussion.

              Right in that moment, you noticed you weren’t alone in the room. Your stomach became a pitfall (albeit a still churning one, fucking nausea). There were slow footsteps in time with the pulsating in your head moving around you in a circle.

              “Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to join us.” The voice came from the wrong direction of the footsteps. Not the person in the room with you then, as the voice came from in front of you slightly above. There was a hint of static to it, a speaker then. So, who was the guy circling you, a goon? It seemed the most likely. This meant the voice in the speaker was the one in charge. Not so good then. If the boss was speaking to you via a speaker that meant there was almost certainly an accompanying camera meant to watch you. This would make any attempt at escape a lot more difficult. “Now, normally I’m not one to cut to the chase, however, I’m on somewhat of a time crunch at this time so I’ll make myself perfectly clear: you’re going to give me all the information you have about the Flash and his little League buddies. Then you’re going to tell me everything about your little gaggle of will be’s.”

              You felt your anger rise. Like hell you would ever tell this sleaze bag anything. However, at the moment your stomach held you back from saying the rather colorful string of words that you wanted. The footsteps stopped, and suddenly a hand was gripping your chin, holding your head up so that his rancid breath rolled across your face and assaulted your senses. “You better answer when ‘ta boss is talkin’ ‘ta ya.”

              Well, he did ask for it. The moment you opened your mouth, the contents of your stomach proceeded to evacuate you and project themselves all over his face. Your satisfaction was drowned out by the booming laughter coming from the speaker above.

              “Ha! Serves you right not following my orders!” The laughter eventually subsided, and you could hear a warmer tone creeping into his voice which had your hair standing on end. “Please forgive my rather dull-minded hireling Jared, he was instructed to bring you back unharmed, but clearly my orders need to be further… ingrained.” The way his voice dipped into maliciousness at the end sent a bolt of fear through you. Not much was known about the leader of the Brass Ravens, save that he seemed to have zero motive for his actions. Nothing seemed to matter to the guy, as he had sacrificed men, money, deals, anything and everything while your Uncle had been trying to build a case against him and trace him down. Could it just all be for his own enjoyment? Possibly, but that thought threatened a more sickening reality that you really wished wouldn’t come true. The world was bad enough with the Joker, it didn’t need another, arguably more terrifying one.

              “Ah but you’re no use to us concussed as you are, little one.” The man cooed, his voice now back to its warmer tone. We’ll continue this once you’re all better. Don’t worry, you’ll be well taken care of in the meantime.” You didn’t like that, you certainly didn’t trust that, but at the moment you had no choice but to be at this man’s mercy. “Oh before I forget, Jared?” You saw the man in question stiffen as his name was called. “Report to me immediately so we can discuss your disobedience.” Jared’s facial expression certainly didn’t help placate your fear for your own well-being. You actually felt bad for him, and you hoped that it wasn’t as bad as it sounded, though you knew it was likely worse.

              True to his words, you were actually treated fairly well. Shortly after Jared had left, another person entered. This individual wearing medical gear, proceeded to check you over as best as he could without removing any of your costume. “Boss’ orders” was all he told you when you managed to ask why. None of your situation made a lot of sense, and it kept you on edge despite the three hot meals that tasted admittedly amazing and quality medical care. Your concussion wasn’t too terribly serious, and you were estimated to be back to complete functionality within the week. This gave you time to look around your cell. Despite the otherwise quality treatment, you hadn’t been moved to another room, just given an old mattress to sleep on and a thin blanket. When you could, you looked around for anything that would aid you in your escape. However, the sheer small size of the room prevented you from being able to pilfer any of the equipment your “doctor” brought in with him. The camera was positioned to give a complete view of your cell. You were effectively fucked in the escape department, and as the days passed you grew more and more desperate. You tried asking about Jared a couple times, just to gauge on what you could expect when your week was up, but the uncomfortable looks that passed across the faces of those you interacted with only had a bigger pit of fear forming in your gut.

              There was no escape from your cell, at least for the moment. The night you were finally cleared of your concussion, you couldn’t sleep. You feared what the morning would bring. When you finally did manage to pass out from sheer exhaustion, it wasn’t for very long before his voice rang back out over your speaker, accompanied by a few guards bursting into your cell and restraining you on your knees in the middle of the room again.

              “Time’s up, my dear! I’m so glad you recovered okay; I was just terribly worried about you the whole week! I sure hope you thought about my request of you earlier. The information you have about the League would just be the cherry on top of the cake of seeing you healthy again.”

              “Go fuck yourself.” You spat. Your body was gripped with fear, but like hell you would give up anything about your family, about your friends or the rest of the League.

              “Ah but I was so hoping that you’d be grateful for everything I’ve done for you that you’d just give me the information. Oh well, I guess we have to do this the hard way then. Boys? No permanent damage.”

              As soon as the words left his mouth, the four guards in the room with you moved in. They wasted no time in taking turns holding you down while one would rain down punches and kicks. As soon as one got his fill, it would switch to the next. Every time there would be a brief pause, as the man in the speaker asked you again for you to give up the information you had. Each time you found a new and more creative way to tell him to fuck off, and the cycle would continue. Time became a blur as the beatings continued. If you had to guess, by the time your body ached with every slight movement and the blood bubbling past your lips, it was hours at the least.

              That was how they left you, on the cusp of what would constitute as permanent damage. That night you just lied there, the strength to move beaten out of you. You felt the tears pebble in the corners of your eyes as the night continued on, exhausted but in too much pain to drift into unconsciousness. You didn’t want to cry, least of all in front of him. You didn’t want to give him any satisfaction. Your tears didn’t fall that night, but they would before long.

              Your days continued much in the same way as the first. The only inkling you had of time passing at all was the meals brought to your cell. Most days you barely had the strength left to drag yourself over to the tray slid under the door. Your body was supporting multiple dark bruises now, and quite possibly a multitude of fractures. Each day had brought new means of torture for you, increasing in intensity while still falling just short of that line. Occasionally you noticed the guards would be different after some time. As if reading your thoughts, you heard the boss’ voice over the loudspeaker. “Gotta switch them out every now and again! They get mean the more you make them do it. I can’t have them breaking you before you spill the beans after all!” You almost wanted them to cross it, anything to give you a reprieve from the hell you were subjected to. Each time he would ask you to give up what you knew, and you still refused. It was the only thing you had, and no matter what your personal issues was with your family, you would never betray them.

              That night, as you lie there in the middle of your cell, cold, bruised, bloody, wet -they had decided to try out waterboarding earlier that day- you finally broke down in tears. Your mind kept replaying the looks of devastation on Dick’s face, on Wally’s. Sometimes your mind would slip in a few of your more pleasant memories of your childhood, back when your relationship with your brother was a lot better, when he seemed to care about you. You weren’t sure if those helped or if they only hurt you more.

              You wondered if you were ever going to see them again. You wondered if you were going to break before then. Nothing in this place made much sense. The voice on the speaker, the boss -you had still never gotten a name- refused to take off your mask and costume. He wanted you to give the information as voluntarily as you could in your situation. At your darkest, you found yourself hoping that your family, your friends, your team, that everyone would be okay if you died in here.

              You weren’t sure how many more days you spent in a haze of pain in that cell when you could just barely make out the sounds of commotion echoing through the halls. You forced your head up off the ground, looking up at the locked door as you tried to make sense of what was going on.

              “Well, my dear. It looks like our time might just about be up for now.” The voice rang out over the static of the speaker. He sounded angry, dangerous under the thin layer of over-sweetness you had become used to hearing from him. You had a lot of questions, but you were in too much pain to put any voice to them for the moment. Thankfully, he continued on. “It looks like your little League buddies managed to find you after all.” You almost didn’t believe him, but the sounds were getting louder as they drew closer, you could distinctly make out the sounds of fighting through the solid metal of the door. Your immense rush of relief was abruptly cut short however, as he spoke once again. “But don’t you worry, my sweet. We aren’t done yet, I’ll come back for you when I can. There’s still so much I can learn from you, and you owe me from keeping those brutes from hurting you too bad.” With that, the speaker cut out for the final time. As it did so, gas started pouring in from the vents in the ceiling of your room. You tried to hold your breath, but your injuries prevented you from being able to hold out. Your vision quickly started fading in and out, and you finally lost consciousness as the door to your cell opened.

                                                             *****

              When you woke up, it was to a room you were unfamiliar with. You moved to sit upright but your body screaming in agony halted your attempts before you could even begin. You took in your surroundings. You were currently in a bed, the sheets pulled up to about the middle of your chest. Admittedly you were rather comfortable despite the aches in every limb. The walls were a faded green, a TV sat on top of a dresser in a corner to your left. A vanity was next to that and a third dresser was on the opposite side of the room on your right next to a bookshelf. Pictures hung on the walls, but the room was too dim to make most of them out. They very easily could have just been framed paintings if you were being honest. The room smelled faintly of lavender and medical supplies, which caused you to suddenly look down at your body in alarm as the memories came flooding back to your mind. Your hand ripped back the blankets covering you, your mind reeling at the sight of the medical bandages covering your form and the dark bruising in between them. Most important, you weren’t in costume, and a quick brush of your fingers against your face confirmed that your mask was gone as well.

              A groan of pain slipped past your lips from all the sudden movement, and on cue, the door to your right opened. Your eyes widened when you recognized Black Canary walking in, and you managed to relax with the knowledge, though you were still brimming with questions.

              “I brought you some water. I won’t ask how you’re feeling. I can take a good enough guess by looking at you.” She pulled up a chair and helped you into a sitting position. It took a lot of effort, but you were thankful when you did, gulping the offered water down as your dry throat made itself known. Looking down at your right arm, you could see the portion of the IV called the “cannula” still taped to your body. You don’t know where the rest of the IV was.

              “Where am I?” You managed to ask.  You had to clear your throat several times before the words would come out.

              “You’re currently in the guest room of my apartment.” You raised your eyebrow, and Canary took that as her chance to continue. “After you ran out when you woke up from the failsafe mission, the rest of the team gave their reports on what went wrong. It was determined amongst the League -except for your uncle- that until we could perform a formal investigation into your living conditions, you would be placed with one of us once we found you.”

              “Why?”

              “Emotional abuse and neglect is just as serious as physical. This was to make sure more harm wasn’t being done until we could determine if it was safe to keep you with your parents or to look for another option for you.” You didn’t really know what to say. Your mind was still reeling from your ordeal and now from the information Canary had given you.

              “Thank you.” It just as lame to say as it sounded, but you couldn’t think of anything else. “How… how did you guys even find me?”

              She sighed. “Robin. He dropped the emergency beacon, but the League didn’t arrive fast enough to save you before you were gone. He gave Batman all the information the two of you had gathered and then left with Robin to reprimand him for helping you this whole time and not coming to the League immediately after finding you.” She looked like she wanted to say more but shook her head.

              Batman soon entered the room, causing you to tense in apprehension. He always did intimidate you a little, even more so now that you knew you were probably going to get in big trouble for acting how you did. “It’s good to see you awake, maybe you could answer some of the questions we have regarding your captors.” Canary gave him a glare, but he didn’t flinch, turning to her instead. “Dinah you know as well as I do that the sooner we catch the people responsible, the better. All of this is time sensitive.” She seemed unhappy but made no more move to stop him.

              “You were pretty bad when we finally did get to you, but the doctor we had looking over you noticed there weren’t any breaks, would you mind explaining that if you could?”

              “The people that had me, they wanted me to give up the information I had on all of you willingly. I guess making sure I wasn’t too seriously injured was part of that plan.”

              “They wanted you to think you owed them the information. They treated you well at first, then made sure a line wasn’t crossed. They wanted to like them, or they wanted you to fear how bad they could get so you’d tell them what they wanted to know.” You just nodded at Batman’s explanation. It made perfect sense to you.  

              “Did you get the leader of the Brass Ravens?”

              “No, but we did find writing on the wall of his office.”

              “What did it say?”

              “Quoth the Raven ‘Nevermore.’” Batman looked to you for an answer.

              You sighed. “I asked him what his name was you know, early on. I guess he actually did give me an answer after all. ‘Nevermore.’”

              He nodded. “I’ll put it in the file. For now, you’ll stay here with Canary. Until we can determine what your situation will be, all contact with your brother and family will be cut off so as not to potentially cause any more damage between both parties. Try to get some rest.” With that, he left. Dinah left shortly after, going into the kitchen to get you some food for you to eat after your stomach had growled loudly. Leslie Thompkins -the doctor the League trusted with their identities- would be back in the morning to do a check up now that you were awake.

              Later that night, you found you couldn’t fall asleep. It wasn’t from the pain of your body, though that could have been a small factor. It was from the situation you had found yourself in. There was a chance that you would never see your family again, never have to deal with always being second in comparison to your brother. Once upon a time that had been your wish when you had found yourself at your lowest, but now that it was an actual possibility? Your heart felt conflicted. A part of you still loved your family, loved your brother despite all the things you had gone through. A part of you just wished that Wally was here right now to comfort you like he used to before he ever got his powers. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to feel in this moment.

              There was a lot you needed to say, not just to Wally, but also to Dick. You needed to apologize to him, tell him that you hoped he could still forgive you after what you did. You hoped that things weren’t ruined between the two of you.

              This time you’d tell him that you loved him, and not a death simulation, nor some gang would take that away from you.

[timeturner-jay]

The three newest Young Justice episodes? Dude. Duuuuuude.

First of all, so much Batfam. So much Batfam.

I was screaming. They’re amazing. 

Look at them go. 

No idea why Arrowette is here, but. 

CASS IS PART OF THE SQUAD NOW!!! 

Cass is finally on Young Justice, I could actually cry. I love her so much. She was absolutely amazing in this episode. 

Also, look at Tim being a leader. I’m so proud of him. And Steph, honey, you’re doing great!

And we finally got a good look at the YJ Batcave. So sleek. So smooth. And the whole fam is working together, unflinchingly loyal. 

“You sure that you wanna lie to the whole world?”, Wonder Woman asks. M’gann and Kaldur exchange uneasy glances.  The Batfam though? Stoic silence. They were ready for this since the very beginning. No questions asked.

I love them so much.

But guys. So much happened in these episodes. I shouted out-loud several times.

LOBO IS HERE, BOIS.  And he stabs Halo with a harpoon and loses a finger. Brutal.  YJ really stepped up their game when it comes to violence. I’m loving this more mature approach.

And not gonna lie, this scene caught me off-guard just a tad bit. 

Who would have guessed that we’d ever see Nightwing fire at his team mates with a heavy-duty sniper rifle?  Sure, it was rubber bullets, and he was just testing them, but man. He sure has come a long way. The direction they’re taking his character in is so different from the route his character development normally takes. Fascinating.

It’s comic canon that he is very good at handling guns, but he doesn’t do so very often, and he doesn’t enjoy it. Guess he keeps Batman’s rules close to his heart.  Young Justice Grayson may be a bit more lenient when it comes to guns, it appears.

And then I shouted again.

I immediately knew who this was. 

Lady Shiva herself, my dudes. 

She is absolutely beautiful.

And then she casually beheads Oceanmaster.

And does the Ninja Disappearance Thing.

What a Queen. Absolutely fantastic.

End of the episode, typical Light get-together. Discussing the events of the day, so to speak. 

Until Bee casually drops this line, anyway.

“Now we can be certain that Grayson has assembled a new off-the-books team.”

Wait. Excuse me.

So you’re telling me that they know his identity? Since when? Does that mean they know who the rest of the Batfam are?  I have  q u e s t i o n e s.

I mean, obviously Ra’s al Ghul knows about the Batfamily’s secret IDs. That was never the question.  But he is not the type who would just casually reveal that kind of information to his temporary allies. 

So how do they know, then? 

I’ve seen some people suggest that Dick’s Agent 37 arc from the comics might be canon for the YJ timeskip, based on the technology they were using in the beginning of the season. It’s true that it does resemble the Spyral tech a lot.

If that were the case, that would also mean that Nightwing was unmasked publically, and that the only reason for the others’ identities remaining safe is Batman Inc. 

Nightwing would have then faked his death (guess that means he’s part of Artemis’ club, heh) and become Agent 37 of Spyral, where he used the name Grayson freely - which might explain why The Light knows it. 

Not sure if all of that comic plot isn’t too convoluted to fit into Young Justice, though. 

Maybe, just maybe, the Court of Owls is involved instead? Maybe they’d know their Gray Son if they saw him. Who knows.

Anyway, this season is just getting wilder and wilder with every new episode. I can’t believe how good it is; it’s been a long time since I enjoyed watching anything this much. :D