#and ‘oracle wannabe friends’

[starlooove]

The way this has literally applied to every member of the batfam at some point and still does for most of them el oh el

[mydetheturk]

i wanna post this fic i should post this fic

fuck it im gonna post it here on tumblr because i think ao3's still down

Warnings: Dick's concussed/injured through the whole thing; there's a few mentions of vomit, and a brief scuffle, and the whole thing just permeates grief.

Bruce is dead, Damian's a baby, and Dick isn't handling it well. What's next, his dead little brother comes back from the dead? (His dead little brother comes back from the dead)

1400 words of Dick not having a good night and it's surprisingly not related to Febuwhump

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Dick shouldn’t be out in costume with a concussion. He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t. He just – he can’t stay at the manor right this minute. It’s nothing to do with the staff – they’re lovely, they’ve always been lovely, Dick still has more in common with them than any of his wealthy-born peers.

He just can’t stay there with Bruce gone.

Dick would be staying in the penthouse if it weren’t for one thing.

Damian al Ghul-Wayne.

Damian is ten months old, soft and pudgy with baby fat, and Dick can’t leave an infant in the penthouse while he’s out being Batman. So he’s been staying at the manor, where Damian has more room to get up and go. Damian’s safer at the manor too, with its better security and larger staff. Alfred would be at Dick’s side no matter where he was staying, and Dick wanted Damian to know the manor as home.

As much as it hurts Dick to be there without Bruce.

Which brings him to being out in the Batman suit with a concussion. It’s a terrible decision and the look Alfred gave Dick after Dick managed to get Damian to sleep promised retribution when Dick makes it back to the manor. Unfortunately, Dick needs to do some recon, and with Tim unavailable, looking for the man who murdered Bruce, Dick has to do it himself.

Dick’s been hearing about a new gang boss, one going by Red Hood. He and Oracle have been trying to pin down an identity. Most of what they’ve found is that Red Hood is operating out of Crime Alley.

Dick doesn’t need a fucked up Joker-wannabe making trouble in Gotham. The real one is bad enough.

(If Dick ever gets his hands on the Joker, Gotham will be down one clown. Bruce may have had hope, but the Joker hurt Dick’s best friend and killed his little brother. Dick’s exhausted enough and at the end of his rope, so if the Joker really wants to tango, Dick will make him work for it.)

Dick takes a short breath and hisses it out before shaking his head.

Rookie mistake, really.

The world swims; Dick barely catches the wall before he drops. The unyielding brick scrapes under his glove.

He really, really shouldn’t have come out here with a concussion.

A whistle has Dick stilling.

“Damn, Bats, lookin’ rough.”

Dick doesn’t know that voice. Dick doesn’t care to know that voice.

He grits his teeth and turns, standing tall and channeling Bruce.

The person is taller than Dick, broader too, wearing a short leather jacket and a red helmet.

“Red Hood, I presume,” Dick rumbles.

“Got it in one, Bats.” Red Hood sounds amused, almost pleased that Dick found out his identity so quickly.

Dick wants to go back to the manor and check in on Damian and go to sleep.

“What do you want?” Dick asks instead.

“What do I want? What do I want?” Red Hood invades Dick’s space, muscling in. “I want the Joker fucking dead, and I want you to have done it.”

That’s… surprisingly personal. Dick wants it too, not that he can say it.

“Anything else?” Dick holds his ground while Red Hood circles him.

“The gangs and the Families out of Gotham, for a start,” Red Hood says when he gets behind Dick. “Stay out of my territory and we’ll be fine, Bats.”

Dick recognizes the tell-tale buzzing of a vocalizer. Red Hood’s hiding something. Dick waits until Red Hood is in front of him again before he lunges, ignoring the way the streetlights leave smears in his vision. Their scuffle is short – Dick can’t afford for it to be anything longer. Not that it particularly matters; Red Hood gets in a lucky elbow strike to Dick’s head and his vision whites out briefly.

When Dick can see again, Red Hood has retreated well out of grabbing distance.

“You’re injured,” Red Hood accuses.

Dick grits his teeth. He doesn’t need this right now.

“Got a problem with that?”

“Not really. Less fun to fight you like this though.”

Asshole. Dick’s orthodontist is going to be thrilled to be doing more work, with how hard Red Hood has Dick gritting his teeth in anger. Dick swings, going for a punch and gets a fist to his carotid artery for his trouble. Dick’s vision doubles. Alfred is going to kill him.

Dick drops.

Red Hood yelps and backs up, startled. Dick can hear the gravel crunch beneath Red Hood’s boots, but his head is swimming too much to care.

Hands are at the edges of the mask, flicking the release catches in the correct order. Other than Dick, there are two people alive who should know how to do that. Neither of them are with Dick right now. The mask comes off and Dick just holds his eyes closed so he doesn’t lose what little he’d managed to stomach for dinner.

“Dick?” Dick hears movement and rolls onto his back on the ground. Opening his eyes reveals that Red Hood has taken off the helmet.

Dick squints, blinking a few times to be sure. “Jay?” The freckles look right, the slight hook to his nose, scar across his eyebrow from an accident from when he was a kid. There’s a few other scars that look wrong, a white streak to his hair that’s new. It’s Jason though, as old as he should be. As old as he would be.

Dick rolls over and loses his dinner.

He breathes through it, eventually coughing up bile.

When he’s done, Red Hood is looking at Dick with unabashed curiosity. And its. It’s definitely Jason.

“You’re hurt,” Jason accuses. “Where’s the Batmobile.” The words aren’t a question and Jason hauls Dick to his feet.

The world swirls again, and Dick shuts his eyes. “Alfred will want to see you,” Dick says instead. “Stuff happened.”

“Stuff happened. Stuff happened, Jesus Christ.” Jason mutters; he drags Dick’s cowl back into place and slams his helmet back on with a snarl. “Fucking shit, Dick. Batmobile. Now.”

Dick shakily gives Jason directions to the Batmobile, lets Jason drag him to the car. He puts up a token protest but Jason nearly bodily throws Dick into the Batmobile’s passenger seat. The whole car reverberates with how hard Jason slams the passenger door shut.

While Jason recklessly drives them back to the manor, he makes a quick call. Dick catches the word bike and promptly decides he doesn’t care.

Closing his eyes is the only way Dick makes it back to the manor without hurling again. Not that there’s anything left, nor was there much to begin with.

The Batmobile jerks to a stop and when Dick shoots forward to try to get out, he gets an arm slammed into his chest for his trouble. “Stay fucking there,” Jason growls.

“Alfred’s not going to like that,” Dick slurs.

“You’re not getting out of this car without help, so stay the fuck there.” Jason grumbles as he gets out of the Batmobile. He swings around and pulls Dick out, throwing Dick’s arm over his shoulders. “Alfred!” he shouts. The name reverberates through Dick’s skull. “Alfred! We’ve got injured!”

Dick lets Jason drag him further into the Cave, where Alfred is running from the computer to the garage.

Alfred skids to a stop, looking far more unsettled than Dick’s ever seen him.

“Helmet off. Now,” Alfred demands.

“It’s hard with one hand so give me a second.” Jason sounds almost cowed; as if this is finally real and he’s actually here in the Bat Cave. He does get it off though, and Dick’s arm is barely in the way.

“Master Jason?” Alfred whispers. Jason nods, tiny and insecure.

Dick slides off his shoulders, just a little. Everything’s been getting progressively wobblier. Jason yelps his name and makes him more secure. He and Alfred hustle Dick over to the tiny medical area of the Cave, get him situated in the bed. They talk about something, but Dick is a little too out of it to care.

He might be bleeding again, might have pulled some stitches. Dick stares up at the ceiling of the Cave, up into the darkness. His little brother is home. If Damian wasn’t safe, Alfred would have said something. Dick closes his eyes. Everything else can be dealt with in the morning.

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Lonnie Machin, Anarky

I think this character has been done pretty dirty, though starting off he didn't really have a great impact or was all that endearing. He was really just an excuse for Alan Grant to go off about Anarchy philosophy so this character just went off with these massive walls of text in his speech bubbles at Batman while Batman is trying to fight him, usual hero villain fare. Which I'd imagine didn't make him a particularly approachable character when it comes to writing. It would probably be a good idea to do a bit of research to figure out what the anarchism philosophy is before you're trying to write a character that's supposed to be very intelligent and knowledgable about the political school of thought he's supposedly driven by. From a panel I've attended about comic book writing I don't get the impression that writers are given a ton of time to really think and stew on their idea for long running stories that a character like this would seriously benefit from, to you know avoid word vomiting all over a single given comic issue.

So to keep the character a bit more concise and to not think to much on a character that isn't notable enough to be anything more than a one off beat em up and move on you get a Lonnie who's a loser joker wannabe (as if we don't have enough of joker) or an Anarky that's espousing a straw man version of whatever the author hates about the opposing political party to their own (making the work kind of feel empty and dated). I get it investing in making a nobody character is probably not worth the limited time and issues available when it's not an immediate Cashcow that you know Joker to be. --- I get it I get it. However as a person with their own canon version of characters. This part is gonna be about my Lonnie... First off I needed to trim off some aspects of Red hood simply because of the certain events I want to happen to him that just make others not viable for that character anymore. because of that Lonnie is Jason's best friend basically a brother from the very beginning and to the very end. Additional reasons is that Jason should have friends in his formative years as Robin and I think I've heard of something saying that Lonnie was considered as a possible Robin number 3. So here I want him to be kind of a Robin 2.5 so he's not really a Robin but can still technically cover for him but he mostly watches over Jason as a pre killing joke Oracle before Barbara gets paralyze and actually gets to become Oracle. I also think it could be a fun source of a rumor that Robin 2 is ginger because a thug saw Lonnie covering as Robin, lose his black wig for a moment and just assumed that Robin is actually a ginger kid pretending to have black hair.

Second Lonnie can be a counter weight to Jason's gung ho attitude towards being Robin letting himself get really invested and excited about taking on the role and responsibility. Letting Jason do anything to make Bruce and Dick proud as Lonnie approaches the Batman business with a lot of wariness never really being 100% on board with Batman's brand of justice. Partly I was thinking that Lonnie's mother is an overworked single parent, who works as a unit clerk at a ER desk. So she sees and complains to Lonnie about all the injuries that come in of which she can tell are from Batman or some other nonsense. Sometimes discussing her frustrations with higher ups (sometimes Bruce Wayne) that don't understand how the hospital really operates constantly trying to make her job harder. So Lonnie never really likes Bruce or Batman that much.

Third someone to mourn Jason. Lonnie doesn't actually go off the deep end and want to ruin Bruce for just the loss of his best friend. While he blames him for Jason's death, he comes to accept that there's not much else to be done in the end but to pay respects and remember him in his heart. That doesn't mean that Lonnie handles grief well, deciding to cut himself off from Bruce not providing tech support and getting drunk by himself. Lonnie resents Batman but understands what's done is done. He's never going to see his brother by bond again. Fourth Lonnie becomes Anarky when he catches wind that Batman has the nerve to get a new Robin working for him. Anarky is ready to rally and tear down Batman because this Robin is just some asshole rich kid with some tech skills, blind loyalty and holier than thou attitude about Batman's justice. Going on and on about how Batman NEEDS a Robin. Jason his best friend has been replaced by an annoying new Robin who thinks he's better than him, looks down at Park row (crime alley) and calls Jason an unfortunate accident and "batman's greatest failure". Lonnie loses it and goes on the warpath against Batman. Fifth this Lonnie is the one to make Redhood a name on the streets. The sort of name that means sanctuary for the denizens of Crime Alley cutting it out as special section of the city that looks out for it's own and doesn't welcome cops or Batman and Robin into it. The only problem with Anarky trying to cut out his own little turf of Gotham is that he doesn't really have the strength or the guts to enforce and protect Park Row to make it what he wants. So he's sort of stuck striking deals and cowtowing to some mobs that he doesn't like too much (black mask) . It's not until he runs into Jason that they're able to rule over Park Row as they dreamed as kids even if Jason doesn't completely remember what that is. Sixth I'm not totally sure about this one tbh, but I was considering the idea of Lonnie's mother's name being Jenny. Changing her name from Jeanie and running away, when she caught on that her husband was going to do work with the Redhood gang...yeah, with Lonnie not ever knowing who his real dad is. Having Joker mess with him calling him son because Lonnie is conflated with the Red hood moniker and enjoying the thought of screwing with the kid who calls himself Anarky, as the crown prince of chaos. All the while not knowing that the Robin he murdered and Anarky were best friends basically brothers and that Lonnie, Joker's actual biological son with the only woman he's ever cared about, absolutely HATES his guts. This is my Lonnie. I don't think I've ever really expanded much on what his character was so this is kind of the plan going forward with this character in my version of Batman.

here's a few drawings

[sips-tea-cutely]

ive never seen this idea ever and its in my pjoverse self-insert so PJO writers, please look and tag me in it (if it ever happens) haha:

okay so- it’s platonic nico di angelo x gn!reader. Y/N can have any godly parent but they were close friends with annabeth so its like them, annabeth, grover, and percy in the first five books heh. y/n always had some love for small children, maybe an extra does of trauma, y/n’s parents were gabe wannabes and stuff so maybe its just a need to keep the kids safe with happy childhoods unlike them so when they all find nico and bianca, they practically gravitated to nico and adored his love for muthomagic.

in my own storyline, y/n gets kidnapped with annabeth but you could change it, it doesn’t quite matter in the end, aside from changing the oracle. so as we all know, bianca dies, tragic. nico runs away, percy would come back like ‘oh, yeah he disappeared’ (i havent read the books in a year, give me a break) and y/n says “fucking jackson, istg” and tries to look for him since he’s probably still near

anyways, basically, they grow a sibling bond like y/n was bianca in nico’s vision (kinda like how wanda fooled herself into marrying vision and having kids in Wandavision even though he’s dead). so, y/n is just nico’s go-to person when he’s at CHB and its fluffy sibling stuff. y/n goes with the seven to stop gaea and is ofc terrified when they find out nico got kidnapped and stuff. they went along to kill those fucking anti-dionysus cunts and got nico back <33. not to disturb every single percebeth fan but y/n also falls into tartarus but theyd just let the ship sail so some scenes could still fit ig.

nico is too, worried about the original trio and they gotta get them ASAP. the coming out by fucking cupid, and fighting the bull-fucking wife pasiphaë or whatever, the sibs reunite aww and they get back to the ship. after talking with reyna, i feel like even though y/n still went through hell, they’d still be worried asf. nico would probably tell them everything that happened while they were in hell outside on some mountain cliff. they’d wish nico good luck on the long way with the athena parthenos as cargo (imagine that on a plane).

anyways fast-foward to octavian dying, finally. y/n ALSO pulls a leo valdez (yes, y/n is a heroic, percy type, sue me.) and dies lmao, EXCEPT their body doesn’t go to calypso, they just land in front of CHB lmao. nico pulls their body into his arms, obviously sad. “no, no, i can’t lose you too!”, angst for the soul ❤️. okay, but, DR-PJO fans, they’d pull a kaito momota and would be like “hey now, neeks. send me off with a smile now, eh? we’ll meet again soon, okay? i wont go anywhere. i’ll be waiting for you in Elysium.” just imagine the song ‘Little Talks’ by Of Monster and Men. that’s the whole fic. THAT SONG </3

TL;DR: y/n is bianca in nico’s eyes and during the fight with Gaea, and nico’s sad.

[irishlads-quotes]

Sleepy Bois Inc Batman au

okay hear me out

Phil is Batman. he’s got the dad vibes and a chronic addiction to adopting chaotic children and their friends. he seems like he should be the most responsible one, but this dude runs around in a fursuit fighting crime every night, he’s not as mature as he paints himself. always trying to give his kids advice but they never listen to him, so the poor man’s just struggling to contain the chaos.

Kristen is Catwoman. she’s a mischievous queen, always causing trouble for Phil when she gets the chance. logically she seems like she should be the mum, and the kids love her, but she’s ascended beyond the need for children and leaves Phil to clean up their messes.

Wilbur is Dick Grayson, the first Robin and current Nightwing. he’s the oldest and has been with Phil for the longest, got best friend vibes with Techno and accidental mentor vibes with Tommy. he takes pride in his appearance and his fashion, and has called himself a pretty boy. he’s stereotyped as the nice one on the surface but is highkey unstable. got the most friends among the rest of the caped community

Techno is Tim Drake, the third Robin n current Red Robin. he’s a fuckin neeerrrrrrd. socially awkward dude who accidentally made friends with a ton of extroverts and has been suffering the consequences ever since. smart and dedicated when he cares, but he often doesn’t. the least chaotic, but mostly just because he’s completely dead inside at this point. would beat up TommyInnit without hesitation.

Tommy is Damian Wayne, the current Robin. his literal nickname is demon brat, need i explain more? also, gets way too attached to animals (cough cough Henry)

and then Niki is Cassandra Cain, the second Batgirl and Batman’s only legal daughter. she’s essentially part of the family, but is a competent enough adult to not need parental figures and so doesn’t often get involved with the petty drama. quiet and sweet, but can and will destroy you if need be. any moral ambiguity can be eliminated by just fighting for whatever side she fights for. she is always in the moral right.

like, it all makes sense. Tubbo is Jon Kent, the current Superboy. he’s Tommy’s best friend and spends half his time with SBI; he’s the only metahuman they’ll let in Gotham. he’s super sweet but powerful af (hacks irl), and will play up the innocent persona to get away with chaos. and then Superman would be Sparklez; a veteran in the field and Tubbo’s father. fond of but also eternally done with SBI’s bullshit. stays the hell away from Gotham.

Then you could round out the Batgirls with Minx as Barbara Gordon (scary, always angry and usually with good reason, good leader but bad taste in men) and SophieTexas as Stephanie Brown (chaotic, strong moral code but willing to get her hands more dirty than SBI is, good friends with Techno n Niki). the girls on the gamer girl smp are the Birds of Prey. Poki is Wonder Woman.

the first Teen Titans were Soothouse, and Tim’s Young Justice group is Techno’s 2017- friend group: Hanna as Cassie’s Wonder Girl cause she’s an ascended fangirl, Skeppy as Impulse because duh, Calvin as Kon Kent’s Superboy cause he’s cocky but for bloody good reason, and Tapl as Slobo because it’d be funny. also, black nail polish rights. BBH is Arrowette but with a gun. he made the mistake of becoming friends with Skeppy and has been struggling ever since, but at least he’s close with the new Green Lanterns. people usually underestimate him, but he has a fucking gun so

Tommy’s new Teen Titans group includes Tubbo, Wisp, Deo, and Drista. Wisp is Maya Ducard’s Nobody; great at combat and with strong oldest-friend vibes. Deo is Emiko Queen’s Red Arrow, cause whenever he shows up the violence escalates significantly and rapidly. and then Drista is like that new Teen Lantern girl, the kid who wasn’t actually chosen but hacked into the Green Lantern rings’ power source cause she’s a gremlin child.

Squid Kid was just a big brain Gotham dude who thought it would be cool to challenge Techno’s title of ‘World’s Greatest Detective’. Techno took this personally, and the two took turns trying to outdo each other by solving the biggest cases the fastest. Squid, though, was a student, and so to fund this feud he accidentally became head of Gotham’s biggest drug empire, in charge of the city’s supply of a new chemical colloquially called ‘potatoes’. it’s non-addictive but does give you temporary super strength, which is inconvenient in a city that pumps out a new supervillain every week. the rivalry still continues, though, and - despite Squid turning from wannabe vigilante to criminal mastermind - the two have almost struck up a friendship, or at least an mutual admiration for each other

Schlatt runs the Suicide Squad, alongside Minx’s Oracle. they broke Quackity, Fundy, and Eret outta jail and got bombs in them, to force them to pull off the most dangerous missions. Quackity was there in the first place because of Schlatt, but is now having second thoughts. i kinda want him to be Harley Quinn, cause he has a similar vibe with the SBI boys that she has with the Bats. Eret was there because he betrayed some heroes a while ago for personal gain, and hasn’t had the chance to atone yet. Fundy was there because he used to be close with Wilbur, to the point that he was often mistaken as his sidekick. he got sick of Wilbur always needing to be the leader and turned to the villains’ side. the two haven’t spoken since

finally, the Dream Team are Earth’s Green Lanterns; super powerful and with a lot of galactic clout. they’re pretty new to the scene, though, and so initially clashed with SBI, cause they kept trying to get involved in Gotham’s business. powers are strictly prohibited in Gotham. eventually, this beef culminated in a duel between Dream and Techno: if Dream won they could actually uphold their oath and protect everyone on Earth, if Techno won then they had to stay the hell outta SBI’s city. Dream still hasn’t recovered from the fact that he was beat by a guy with no powers, but it was close enough for Techno to enjoy teaming up with the masked man every now and then since

i’ve been thinking about this all night, man. i knew all this obscure comics knowledge would be useful one day, to make...an au...about minecraft youtubers...maybe useful was a strong word, actually

[analviel]

TIM DRAKE IS NOT ROBIN

It just so happens when Tim was planning to find Dick, his parents suddenly call him to tell him that there's a party or an event or just something on the other side of the world he can attend with them.

Sometimes they do this and Tim always says yes. It's as rare as leap years. Meaning it has happened only three times in his life before. He agonized over it. But you know, Tim's just a kid and there's no guarantee he can actually do something about Batman and Nightwing. Besides, Batman's been managing -if you can call it that- this long, with Alfred by his side, who's words certainly weights more heavily than the neighbours kid. He can afford a couple of weeks away from Gotham. By that time, Batman probably would've gotten his head straight. He's a hero, he's like, really strong, if anyone can get through this... besides, Tim figures Superman or Wonder Woman will do something before he truly crosses the line, right? Why would a kid know better than real superheroes, right? They must just be waiting until they're really needed. Right? Even though Tim personally thinks they should've at the very least locked Batman up somewhere he can't harm anyone or himself if they can't convince Dick to go back to being Robin. They're heroes.

Tim really wants to spend time with his parents. But before he leaves, he sends letters to every place he thinks Dick may be. The Titans Towers, his apartment in Bludhaven, where he lives with Starfire, Haly's circus, even to houses of his friends heroes. (Tim is twelve/thirteen alright. And one that has maybe below average self-awareness and his letters were very polite even if the act itself might've been vaguely sort of threatening).

So Tim leaves Gotham to spend time with his parents. It's busy, his parents keep him busy, and he doesn't have much time to dedicate to the news from Gotham. And really, if this is how it always is, no wonder his parents don't always have attention to spare on their kid in Gotham. So many things to do, so many things to attend, so many people to meet, and even more sites to visit. And the fighting. Tim hadn't realize it was this bad and suddenly thinks that, you know, it might've been better if he did stay back home. He realizes his parents actually brought him with them because they think a kid will somehow... magically fix them...??? Tim doesn't know, adults can be stupid.

Eventually, they realize the wrong in their ways and sends Tim back when his presence proves ineffective. Tim comes back to the city burning.

Well, not literally, but sort of.

Parts of it are burning. But not the whole thing. That's something.

Batman has been missing. And looking into it, at his last appearance, Tim surmise he retained a heavy wound.

(Or he's dead, not like they'll reveal it to the city just to cause more chaos and panic.) Batman seems to be out of the field and that was what Tim wanted, before he would've crossed the line.

Only, thing is, he'd already revealed too much weakness. The Batsignal had been taken down after one too many close calls on the perps they pick up. And the violence only raised from there.

(The first month when Batman and Robin and Batgirl's absence started to become suspicious. The second month Batman is deep in his spiral of violence. The third month Tim follows him around and then makes plants to pick up Dick that doesn't come to fruition and then sends his letters and then leaves. Six weeks with his parents, a few days from and to Gotham, two weeks to get caught up with what happened in Gotham. Batman is out, recovering, resting, dying, who knows.

Five months was all it took for Gotham to go to hell. And all it took was one dead son.)

Spoiler rises.

Gotham has a new champion.

Tim regrets that he hadn't been able to help. Tim will help.

Tim has a new champion.

Spoiler has a fixation on Cluemaster. It's not that difficult to go from there.

As long as, one, you know who was giving the police the answers to Cluemaster's gimmick. And two, that you know there even is a new vigilante because Spoiler is not like Batman who beats perps and leave them on the sidewalk for the police to pick up.

For wearing an almost eyesearing purple costume, Spoiler prefers to keep in the shadows and if not for the time Tim had trailed after Batman's madness, he wouldn't have learned the streets enough to notice the hints.

Tim purchase a laptop, watch tutorials day in and day out, buys pieces from junkyards to fiddle with wires and boards, and leaves Stephanie Brown a gift on her windowsill with a purple ribbon. Tim greets Spoiler over the comms. He calls himself Asset.

(It is not well-thought out because Stephanie takes to calling the mystery person who snuck into her room and refuses to give anything about themselves out 'Ass'. Tim did not actually sneak into her room but sent a drone to drop off his gift. Steph doesn't budge.)

Tim is not yet good enough to hack into cameras around Gotham. He finds he's good with a computer but not that good, his real talent lies not in the software but in the wires and soldering iron and the tiny bug camera/audio he has Spoiler plant around Gotham. If he can't take other cameras, he'll make them. (Also in case someone more experienced at hacking than he is manages to get in the system, Tim has a self-destruct button just for that. Yes, Dr. Doofenshmirtz is a good role models for mad scientist wannabes.)

A week is all it takes for Spoiler and Asset to get all the necessary evidence against Cluemaster. They celebrate. They are thirteen year olds and they just prevented a bomb from going off and put a bad man behind bars. They are high. They find more cases, for the most part C-rank villains and bellow but they also help with the big names by Spoiler planting more cameras and Tim sending the data and feeds for her to drop off to Jim Gordon. He is the only one who knows of the characters that have risen after Batman's sleep and can guess enough from Spoiler's stiff shoulders to keep that to himself.

Then...

Then it is six months and two weeks.

Tim watch from his now multiple screen behind his walk-in closet as a grave is dug out from the inside. Because S&A have put cameras everywhere just in case. After all, it's places you think are of no interest that criminals will sought to make deals in.

Tim does not send his partner to what may be a zombie but instead tells her to clear the direction Jason is stumbling towards. It takes him minutes to realize that Jason is patrolling his Robin patrol. Jason is sent to the hospital and Tim contacts them to list him under the Drakes, paying for his room and every other necessities. Has him transferred to the hospital that Drake medical industries is personally funding. When asked the name, Tim says Alvin Draper. He gets a cab to the hospital, finds Jason knocked out, peers at Robin's face. It's when they're alone, the previously dead boy's hands wrapped in bandages that Tim confirms in disbelief that as far as he knows, the boy matches Jason Todd. As if him digging his way out of Jason Todd's grave wasn't enough. Granted, Tim doesn't even know the shade of his eyes, so he's not the best judge.... Tim snaps a picture from different angles of the room and takes another cab back to Bristol while thinking up a story.

Tim knocks on the neighbour, tells them he's got something of Jason and if he can see Mr. Wayne. Tim is surprised himself by how relieved he is to see Bruce standing alive and well. Or not standing, leg and arm in a cast, an IV beside him on the couch in the drawing room. Tim weaves his story. Little Tim Drake wandering around Gotham, stumbles on a bunch of medic picking up a boy that Tim recognises as the neighbour's dead kid, pays for his hospital bills, takes a couple of pictures after the first aid or whatever and gives Bruce the pictures. Bruce makes his way to the hospital.....

I've lost steam at this point.

You decide if they arrive to see Jason and Bruce and Alfred is all tearful while Tim awkwardly leaves the room to resume his brainstorming on the S&A latest case, or they find an empty bed and Bruce goes on a frenzy tracking his undead lost son.

Additional idea: So Tim not being there didn't kill Bruce, but Bruce has been crippled and Batman is dead now. So without Robin, Batman did die.

Maybe Dick comes back to become Batman with Jason as his Robin, since that's not a combination often seen (Or the Batman Jason and Robin Tim, that's more common, though I'm loath to give up Spoiler and Asset). Around this time Babs comes back to the scene as Oracle with the birds of prey.

Additional additional idea to how they'll work with everyone back on the scene: since the Bats have the fighters and more equipped to report to time sensitive stuff, maybe S&A focus more on cold cases. Where Spoiler goes sneaking around, poking at old cases with Asset in her ears, figuring out puzzles and old clues, making breakthrough after breakthrough and bringing long overdue justice together.

Either the Drakes dies without Batman there to slap the poison out of Jack's hands because he's too busy searching for his son, or maybe they live with Tim able to direct Batman there immediately. Either way, Drake industry sponsors S&A, so now Spoiler also has toys like the Spoil... er plane??? Spoiler bike??? Eh, the name's work in progress.

[swarmkeepers]

some adaine multiclass options for your consideration:

fighter/wizard adaine

a more practical build, which does feel in-character for adaine “jacket of useful things” abernant.

okay look the oracle & greatest diviner of her age probably can’t/won’t just change her subclass BUT she can definitely backdoor her way into what are effectively bladesinger abilities. bonus of not having to do the more charisma-heavy and anxiety-inducing performance parts of bladesinging which don’t feel very adaine. 

(tangent: okay okay wait though. au where adaine voluntarily switches her subclass to become a bladesinger and the powers of the oracle switch to the next greatest diviner of the age and it’s ayda aguefort, oracle of everybody, and her bodyguard and best friend adaine abernant serving her with word and sword.)

her new arcane focus is the sword of sight okay that thing absolutely deserves to be wielded in combat! 

cast bigby’s hand to attack on a bonus action + adaine’s furious fist spells + adaine’s literal fist? forget the diviner’s eye imagery, adaine’s new motif is literally throwing hands. 

part of the reason why i think both the fighter and barbarian classes are interesting multiclasses is that both of them would surround adaine with (even more) friends who share her class! if adaine took fighter levels there would be five (5) fighters within the bad kids + seven maidens; they could fully form an only-fighter party for a field trip or extra credit or something (with the benefit of multiclass levels in bard, ranger, wizard, and barbarian, which is a surprisingly balanced party actually).

adaine and fabian’s relationship feels very contentious in canon and i think adaine could stand to learn abt smth fabian has spent a lot of time getting very good at! a true wizard never shirks an opportunity to learn! 

you’ve heard about the inherent homoeroticism of dueling but in this case it’d be more about the inherent tension/trust of platonic dueling. For Friendship! 

fabian and katja and adaine become the absolutely insufferable rich kid fighter club. they probably fence while holding their pinkies out or something. kippers are served. 

barbarian/wizard adaine

can’t cast spells or hold concentration while raging, making this a beautifully deoptimized build. it makes the decision much more obvious that every combat she will have to choose whether to hit ppl with magic or hit people with... hits. 

an adaine who gets a chance to not see anger and emotion and being upset not as a weakness but as something she can shape into a strength

adaine “you better hold me back” abernant.

remember that time in the fhsy finale where ayda, flying, picked up gorgug and just dropped him on the sprite he was fighting so he wouldn’t have to spend times dashing to get there? that, but with ayda&adaine ultimate double diviner team-up.

there won’t be a single biz glitterdew wannabe around elmville left. she will raze their homes and salt the earth.

iirc the sword of sight is a two-handed weapon? no finesse here baybee, adaine’s gonna SMACK YOU.

having furious fist and using it one (1) time in sophomore year made adaine go mad with power and she wants Even More Of That Please And Thank You. 

gives the party two (2) people with some barbarian abilities on top of their actual barbarian. adaine would absolutely go to porter’s class even though fig still doesn’t even after getting reckless shred back. 

adaine&gorgug bonding over barbarian things. adaine’s new post-fhsy strength still not allowing her to lift gorgug’s axe but her trying anyway when they train together. i think they’d be the kind of people to do small fiddly artificer/wizard homework very loudly (adaine flips pages noisily and mutters to herself and groans loudly when she doesn’t get something; gorgug’s chair creaks just so loudly as he constantly adjusts and he probably uses power tools and hammers more than your average artificer would because that’s his literal strength) and on the other hand do barbarian practice extremely quietly (just. silently lifting weights together without needing to talk. fabian finds them and thinks they’re extremely creepy and confusing)

truly just the biggest possible fuck-you to elven traditions. 

adaine gets to be loud and angry and messy, hair flying in the wind, hands sword-callused and bruised-knuckled, and all of it only makes her more powerful

[lingually]

🔮 hey my name is ari!

🔮 i'm currently an upper 6 student in trinidad writing cape.

🔮 im a langauge student; i take french, spanish and environmental science [communication studies and caribbean studies are compulsory]

🔮 i'm going to study linguistics at university [i really wanna focus on sociolinguistics and creole dialectology]

🔮 native language: english, trinidad english creole

🔮 currently learning: french [b2], spanish [b2]

🔮 have been learning off and on/want to learn: portugese, mandarin, korean, patois

🔮 some of my other interests include: trying to learn more languages than i can manage, drinking copious amounts of tea, studying astrology, tarot and oracle decks, reading until ungodly hours of the morning, listening to music [i love soca, reggae, kpop, post hardcore/emo bands, dancehall, reggaeton and a few french artists], calligraphy and brush lettering

🔮 she/her | intp-t | 6w5 | cancer sun, scorpio moon aquarius rising | still can't tell if i'm more ravenclaw or slytherin

🔮 this is actually not my first studyblr. i switched accs two years ago but stopped using tumblr but i'm back now!

🔮 i hope to use this blog frequently to connect with my friends in the community [plus make some new ones as well], inspire others esp young caribbean students [i know there aren't many resources out there so i'm here to help] and just to record my progress and keep myself inspired as i move from secondary school to university [as soon as i decide where im going i'll let y'all know!]

🔮 this blog is solely aimed at spreading positivity however i may speak on social issues from time to time

🔮 that being said: this blog is a safe space! you are free to disagree with me or anything i reblog but any offensive posts or users will be removed [i.e. no racism, homophobia, transphobia, fat-shaming, classism, sexism, etc.]

🔮 please send me a msg or leave an ask if there's anything you need!

🔮 some people that inspire me:

@multilingual-wannabe // @eirlon

@studyign

@academla

@academiix

@obsidianstudy

@universi-tea

my other close friends who arent on tumblr :(

🔮 my main is @imaginari

ari ♡

[fallintosanity]

SEPHIROTH IS LUNA CONFIRMED but ok what i was really coming up with was: one winged angels are related to luna, who is an oracle. therefore the symbol of a one winged angel is connected to the oracles of tenebrae, right? so one winged angels on eos are probably Important in a Good Way. so what i’m saying is that sephiroth is going to get beaten the heck up for heresy and sacrilege. he will not survive.

I’m not sure Noctis is especially concerned about either heresy or sacrilege, considering his interactions with the gods consist of them picking him up, trying to murder him, and/or pretending to be his childhood friend’s PA. XD 

That said, Noctis also has a habit of killing uppity gods and god-wannabes, and what is our dearest OG One-Winged Angel but an uppity god-wannabe?

[serendipitioussurvival]

They Call Her Alpha - Pt 1

Fem!Stiles/Peter Hale

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“They call her Mother, Destroyer… they call her Alpha.” she was supposed to instill fear into all who opposed her, hope in all that worshiped or called for her. She was supposed to be powerful, not this twig of a teenager giving him the most pitiful glare he’d ever received in his life. “They swear by her like she is a Goddess. She leaves no enemies alive, no records of her face or what she looks like, and all her people are unfalteringly loyal. The only vague description we’ve received of her looks is from the Oracle.” what, exactly, was so inspiring about the little sparkling in front of him? 

She wasn’t too attractive - her hair had multiple hues of red, honey brown, black, and chestnut but was much too oily - though he did find himself sort of enthralled with mapping out the moles and freckles dotting the expanses of fair skin he could see. 

“It’s not rare for scents to be shared.” he reasoned while turning to face his sister, completely dismissing the almost human in front of them. “She doesn’t exactly strike fear into me, sister dearest.” when she seemed unable to stop staring at the girl he let out a small, irritated growl that was quickly answered by a flash of her ruby red eyes. 

“I would remember my place, brother.” she snapped dismissively then turned her attention back to the young woman in front of her. “Isaac,” a young man with cherubic features and curly blonde hair to match stepped forward, hands shaking ever so slightly as the only indication that he was nervous - much to Peter’s pride. “Take the tape off her mouth.” 

Peter had severe doubts that this strange wannabe witchling was the dreaded spark they were looking for, those doubts all flew out the fucking window when Isaac moved into her personal space. Whiskey eyes turned almost beta gold, her anger simmered into something calming and comforting that had his inner wolf prowling from underneath his skin. When Isaac pulled the duct tape off of her lips he did so with steady hands and in a fluid motion that he quickly bowed his head in apology for. He blamed biology for paying close attention to the pink tongue that came out and wetted peach lips. 

“Pretty sure Kidnapping is still illegal, declared or otherwise.” if his wolf was prowling before it was now right underneath his skin, ready to pounce so it could get closer to her. “Heard rumors that the new queen was a ‘were, guess this war has been beneficial to you and yours.” the few Enforcers of the Hale Pack stepped forward with claws extended the moment their Alpha Queen snarled, Isaac - still relatively new to the pack - and Scott - another new addition who was the same age as Isaac - both shrunk back. Peter did not miss the way the supposed ‘Mother, Destroyer’ glanced once towards them before settling back on his sister with a tight anger that he, strangely enough, understood. 

“No war has been formally declared,” Talia reasoned after recollecting herself. 

“Oh? Might want to tell the victims that then. Humans and traitors to both sides are the casualties of your ‘peace’ war with the Unseelie Queen and her geriatric psycho fuck Pappy.” a snort of amusement escaped him before he could even think to control it. “Oh?” her eyes centered directly on him, unnerving and pleasing at the same time. “Think the death of traitors and humans is funny, do you?” she tsk’ed and eyed him up and down, “Bad dog.” 

“Then you are the ‘Alpha’?” Talia snarled while drawing her Enforcers back. 

“Alpha? I’m no wolf,” she snorted and leaned back against the chair, “You mean The Mother, though, don’t you?” she sighed heavily and rolled her shoulders. “Might as well just kill me now then, won’t get anything useful out of me.” Peter sauntered forward, grinning wide when her attention focused back on him. 

“Why’s that sweetling?” he actually laughed when she recoiled away from him in disgust. 

“Ugh, okay Uncle Bad touch, let’s just keep you over that way.” she actually did a ‘shoo’ motion with her foot, “You could totally make Creeperwolf over here a torture method,” she remarked casually to his sister but centered her gaze directly on him when he took another step towards her. “No, go away, shoo.” 

“You’re really not attracted to me,” he murmured, amazed, even as he leaned into her personal space to get a good whiff of her scent. 

“Yeah, no dip Sherlock. Yo, Queeny, what the fuck? Can you tighten the leash or something on him, this is totally borderline sexual harassment.” She was amusing, no one - aside from powerful Dark Fae - ever spoke to his sister like that. For that alone it was almost worth keeping her alive. 

“You will watch your tongue when you speak to the Seelie Queen, ant.” ah yes, cousin Andrew. How Peter adored the fanatic cousin that believed devotedly in his sister. 

“Hmm, Ant, new one. Well, your ‘Oh, most powerful light fae, Seelie Queen, unmatched in lighty goodness’-” He had to turn away from her lest she see his grin. Little tart was a mouthy one wasn’t she? Damn, he was already half smitten. “What can this humble Spark in training do for you?” 

“You’re the Alpha, the Mother.” she actually laughed for a spell before she realized that no one else was laughing with her. 

“Oh my - okay, open your lil wolfy ears and hear me when I say; I am not the Mother, Alpha, or whatever the hell else you’re searching for.” that fact that her hummingbird heartbeat remained steady and that her scent remained clear of deceit had Talia deflating just a little. “There, okay, can I go? I know it may seem hard to believe but I’m not exactly overflowing in the friend department. I’ve only got one and we kinda got a codependency goin’ on, so if you don’t mind?” she wriggled so the chains keeping her confined to the chair would jingle. Peter liked her, mouthy brat she was. 

“You were fighting a Strigoi from taking two Pup’s, why?” the girl sagged back into her chair and eyed Talia with a fatigue that dulled her vigor. 

“Because they were full shift wolves and the bastard wanted to enslave them and sell them back to Psycho Bitch Barbie and her cult of meanies.” Peter couldn’t help his laughter even if he wanted to - which he definitely did not - when he registered that she was calling Kate Argent, current Queen of the Unseelie Court, a Psycho Bitch Barbie. That took balls, it took either a tremendous amount of stupidity or courage and this little sparkling didn’t seem all that stupid. Evidence to the contrary. “Is that why you thought I was the Alpha? ‘Cause I did a little whoop ass on the Dark side Jackasses?” 

“You fit the description we’ve received, vague though it may be.” Peter’s warning growl for her at giving too much away was cut off by intrigue when she leaned forward, smelling of vanilla joy and curiosity. 

“I did? Itty bitty badass me?” Talia’s eyebrows pinched in frustration. Either because of her or because of the case of mistaken identity, Peter couldn’t tell. 

“We were clearly mistaken,” she shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts and murmured something to Scott. Nearly all watched as he left the room before they centered wearily on her. “Were you declared before?”

“Before I sided with the humans and those abandoned by both sides? No.” she settled back with a huff and kicked a single leg out to test the strength of the chains. He adored the way her grin was just a tad blood thirsty when Andrew growled warningly at her, Beta blues flashing as a warning. 

“What is your name then, Spark?” 

“Polish, you can’t say it.” She sighed and looked around, clearly bored with the current conversation. “Also an Orphan, so no known surname. Life’s a bitch, innit? You can call me Stiles, if you want to try niceties, but I’m not declaring Seelie.” 

“It is an honor-” Andrew started vehemently, drawing twin eyerolls from both Peter and ‘Stiles’. 

“And now I know that I will be avoiding you at the next siore.” he didn’t know what enticed him more, the fact that she said soire so perfectly or the fact that she could clearly speak multiple languages. 

“So, French and English. What about Polish?” he crouched in front of her, knowing that his jeans hugged his thighs and ass just right when he did so. Little tart didn’t even glance. 

“Well well, Uncle Bad Touch, you ain’t so bad at sleuthin’. So I got three languages under my belt, care to guess at which one is my native one?” he grinned and leaned in closer, ignoring his sister’s warning call of his name. 

“I’d rather get under your belt myself,” she tsked again and sighed as if disappointed with him. 

“As much as I like trading barbs with you, Uncle Bad Touch, I will have to gracefully decline. Her head tilted to the side, exposing her pretty neck and the trailing of moles that he wanted to trace.

With his tongue. 

“You wound me,” he joked, hand clasped dramatically over his heart as he rocked back on his heels. 

“I’d like to,” she glibly returned, eyes gleaming her joy and flooding the room with her vanilla pleasure. 

“Enough!” Talia snapped, drawing him back to her side by his wolf. He hated when she did that, when she took his control and snapped it to achieve her own goals. “Enough. As an undeclared you are not bound by our laws. We will let you go,” she rose her hand to quell the disagreements that rose from her decision, “but we will be keeping an eye on you. If we so much as suspect that you play a bigger part than what you seem to then we will collect you again. Make no mistake, Spark, if you so much as move a foot in a direction I deem suspicious I will make you declare a side to either be punished or governed as seen fit.”

“You know,” the Spark mused as Scott began unlocking her confines. “You’re not so bad, Queeny, but you’re hopelessly misinformed about the actual state of things. I’m sure your Seelie losses have been big,” dainty fingers rubbed at the red indentations on her wrist, “If you were aware of the actual losses your ‘not-war’ has caused-” she trailed off as she got lost in her own thoughts. “Well, whatever. Can I get dropped off where you’re people kidnapped me from?” A better man wouldn’t have taken the time she was walking away to check out her ass, a better man would’ve probably felt sympathy for the sparkling. Peter was not a ‘good’ man, but he wasn’t a bad one either, so when she looked back at him from over her shoulder he tore his gaze from her tempestuous ass to wink at her. Of one thing he was certain, she was either on the cusp of her twentieth year or she soon would be. She was much too interesting to kill or enslave, he hoped she stayed that way. 

“Peter, I want you to keep an eye on her.” sweet, sweet victory. “She’s hiding something but I feel we’ll have a better chance at finding out what when she thinks she’s not under scrutiny.” 

“With pleasure, sister.” 

[chwrpg]

Murray, I have asked you repeatedly not to call me "woman".

A NOTE FROM ADMIN R: Oh, oh, oh ! Y’all don’t know how happy I am to be accepting this application. Dylan is truly one of my CHW faves and to have her taken up by you, Cailin... that’s just an honor. I can not wait to see what you do with her, but I know one thing... this dash ain’t ready fro the looks Dylan is about to serve us. Thank you so much for applying and welcome back, love !

OOC NAME/ALIAS, PREFERRED PRONOUNS, AGE & TIMEZONE:

cailin, (she/her), 25, est

DESIRED CHARACTER:

queen mother, dylan davenport

HOW ACTIVE WILL YOU BE?

8-10

SECONDARY CHOICE:

taylor flick

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER:

Dylan is shrouded in beauty, bold fashion choices, witty comebacks, and her daddy’s debit card. But the woman wearing the Amina Muaddi heels to 7/11 is much more interesting than her out of this world clothes. If Chanel’s head is in the clouds, Dylan’s feet are planted on the ground. She’s the fuel to the fire, the one who gets shit done. Things don’t move without her — and that includes the fashion scene in Rosewood. Dylan could’ve been a surgeon, she has the brains and attention to detail for it, but, you see, what Dylan says or doesn’t say goes. She predicted high waist jeans making a comeback before Vogue did, telling the girls one day during first period. So she’s a bit of a culture oracle. It’s why people care about what she’s thinking, who she’s endorsing, what designers she’s buying. They even want to know what she’s watching on a monday night. Her confidence and sincerity is inspiring. When she’s not taste making though, she’s the loyalest, most straightforward friend you can find in her tax bracket. Balancing the thin line between being no-nonsense and fun to be around. She does it well, though. In fact, she does most things well (driving not included.)‌ Her peers boast about her style and charisma, her professors brag about her work ethic and creativity, her boyfriend….well, her love life is a tumultuous roller coaster but every icon needs a fixer upper. Plus she gets diamonds every time he fumbles.

SAMPLE WRITING:

( Alexa, play Daddy )

The day Dylan was born she became a daddy’s girl. Stevie Wonder could see it. Dada was her first word much to her mother’s chagrin. He never raised his voice at her, never got impatient with her when she spilled her juice or threw her food. He got up in the middle of the night so his wife wouldn’t have to even though he had meetings at 7 in the morning. It didn’t stop there, though. Mr. Davenport didn’t put her down at parties. He carried her around on his hip as he mingled and held court, demanding on no one use baby talk for his brilliant baby girl. “She’s smart like her mom.” He would say to his captivated audience. For her third birthday he rented out an entire amusement park. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t yet tall enough to ride the rides, she had asked for it so he made it happen. He was a doer and a fixer, but he wasn’t perfect. Mr. Davenport had always been a better father and provider than a husband.

So, when she was five, her parents went through a nasty divorce. The papers their lawyers drew up cited irreconcilable differences but she’d come to realize, many years later, that was just how rich people skirted around the truth in hopes of keeping people out of their business. In truth, Mr. Davenport had spent the better part of his career sleeping with secretaries, temps, and clients. Basically anything that was of age and not nailed down. Mrs. Davenport had only grown tired of it after watching Halle Berry cry over Eric Benet  on Oprah. But like she’d taught  Dylan, Mrs. Davenport thought three steps ahead, and had arranged to have a cheating clause in their prenup. She saw the board before she’d even stepped foot on it. And, Sure, they’d been in love when they got married at twenty three, but a cheater never changed its spots, just his lies. In an instant, she got half of everything. Twenty percent of his future earnings, and 360 lipo for a girls trip to Maui to celebrate her emancipation.

All Dylan got out of the deal was two houses, two birthdays, two Christmases, two cars she still couldn’t drive when she turned sixteen. The court awarded them joint custody, ruling they both had enough sense to figure out the schedule on their own. But since that was the year her mom went back to school for her PhD, Dylan spent the majority of her time with her dad and a nanny. Those double holidays also served as a good distraction from the heartbreak she couldn’t explain. Though she was sharp as a whip and actually funny, not laugh because it’s a kid funny, but really funny, she still couldn’t wrap her little mind around why her parents drove to separate houses at the end of the night now. At all those parties, what stuck out the most was everyone saying what a handsome couple they were, how lucky they were to have another. They danced and laughed. They seemed so happy. But looks are deceiving and lucky for her, the loneliest year of her young life was also the year she met her best friend.

( Alexa, play Wannabe )

Dylan and Chanel became an instant package deal, and she thanked her father for not being able to keep his dick out of seedy holes because she wouldn’t have went to school in another district if her mom hadn’t won the house in the divorce, and she wouldn’t have sat down next to Chanel at show and tell, and they wouldn’t have bonded over their pretty dresses, or shared their organic apple juice. God worked in mysterious ways like that. She had a partner for life, and nothing came between them. Not even boys. And, despite having the power to date any eligible bachelor in her grade, she really liked one in particular.

The day she brought Paxton home her took one look at him and chuckled. Dylan figured it was because of the grill he hadn’t learned to talk without slurring with yet, but her mother had other ideas. “He reminds me of your father.” She said, long after he’d gone home, but not before Dylan spent fifteen minutes walking him to his car. The driveway was super long but her lipstick was nonexistent when she returned. That didn’t matter though, because Dylan knew what that meant. Her mom thought Paxton was charming, likable, handsome — but she also knew he was a liar and a dog. They argued for well over an hour, and she said some things she regretted but that’s what teenage girls did, they rebelled against becoming their mother all while doing so. She didn’t realize just how much he was like her father until she caught him DMing other girls on instagram and got a diamond necklace out of the deal. Still, it was clear that he could shoot a man in broad daylight and she would always be daddy’s little girl, nothing could change that.

“Daddy!” Dylan whined, clinging to her dad’s arm as they traipsed through another commercial property with their real estate agent. Today was the day she was finally going to buck up and switch locations from her dad’s pool house to an office space in scenic, downtown Rosewood. Being interviewed by magazines had been life changing, sitting front row of the hottest runways next to A-listers had its perks, doing a skincare routine video for vogue was dope, but expanding her business because the calls wouldn’t stop coming in to be styled be Dylan and her associates? That was something she’d done herself from the ground up. She’d started with styling her friends and now she was going to style the world.

( Alexa, play Successful )

Her heels were tall enough to greet God but she still only reached his shoulder. “I hope this one has vaulted ceilings.” Her tone was way past passive aggressive. She would’ve dialed it back had their agent not been set to make serious bank off of this, but had only been showing them office spaces with disgusting lighting and rude doormen. For all of their sakes, she hoped this one was better. “I need two sessions of hot yoga after the last mess you showed us, at least. My chakras are all out of wack now. Thanks a lot, A.” She was being dramatic but her dad didn’t stop her. He just smiled that infamous smile at the agent and excused himself to the back of the elevator to take a call. Dylan rolled her eyes when she caught their real estate agent, Angela, fawning. She was a slender woman with the proportion of a fashion model who only modeled in theory, never practice. With cropped hair and full lips. She’d been their families real estate agent for decades, found the house her mom had one in the divorce, but Dylan couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d slept with her dad while he was married to her mom, and for that she hated her.

The light dinged to signal they were at their floor, and the elevator doors slid open. When she bothered lifting them from a lengthy text she was typing to her beau, her eyes lit up like when her dad gifted her a patek for her eighteenth, or the G-Wagon that was still collecting dust in the garage for her sixteenth. Whatever the occasion was, she was aglow just like then. The floors were European oak, all the walls were white sans a charcoal accent wall that would be the space of her future desk, and yes, the ceilings were vaulted with windows to match. It was beyond.

“Daddy!” She squealed, running around the space and dreaming up renovation ideas. “This is the one. It’s, like, perfect.” Dylan ignored the real estate agent when she repeated the price tag. 1.2 million may have been a lot for some people, but some people weren’t his little girl and Angela should have known that by now. “Wait. I need to call Chanel!”‌ Dylan could bet she’d be calling Chanel the day Play got down on one knee ( What?‌ A girl could dream ) before she even said yes. She was greeted with a selfie when she unlocked her phone, tapping her chanel platform sneaker clad foot against the wood while the facetime call connected, “What do you think about staining the floor another color?” She asked before absolutely beaming when Chanel’s face appeared on the screen.

“I found it! I found the perfect space.”‌ Without another word, she flipped the camera and did a little dance when Chanel’s excitement nearly exceeded hers. She knew a squeal of absolute glee when she heard one, “I know! Ok, so Just imagine a chaise here, we can install some shelves here. Do you think we can get a Prosecco fountain?…” She walked her through the office like Angela had done moments before, moving out of earshot so her dad could handle business, while they discussed all the possibilities. “Today an office with a view, tomorrow Dylan Davenport’s Fashion Academy,” she beamed.

All her daddy had to do was sign on the dotted line, and she knew he would. He was, after all, her doer. He wouldn’t dare break that illusion…right? The journey from the bathroom back to the main area of the office space was a short one, and she was all smiles until she rounded the corner only for her dream to turn into a nightmare. Her face cracked along with the screen of her phone as it hit the ground and shattered, “DADDY!” She screamed. The sight of her dad and Angela kissing over paperwork causing her to gag instantly.

“Honey, let me explain…..”

There was nothing to explain. Horrible step parents was Jasper’s lane, not hers.

( Alexa, play Ring Off )

ANYTHING ELSE?

1985.

[batboyblog]

DC Team titles I’d publish

So I did a post about the Batman titles I’d love to write/have DC publish so I thought maybe I’d do more? expand into Team books I’d like to see/do.

Justice League:

Earths greatest heroes, here to defend the world and sometimes the universe from evil. centering around the core 7 (Batman, Superman,Wonder Woman, The Flash, Green Lantern, Aquaman, and the Martian Manhunter) the League gets technical support from Oracle. In a controversial move, distrusted by some, Batman brings Dick Grayson in to serve as the permanent vice-chairman. A rotating cast of DC B-list characters and new characters. regularly guest strings from JL reserve members, particularly, Green Arrow, Black Canary, Firestorm, Hawkman, Atom, Blue Beetle and Booster Gold. Yearly team up with the JSA for Thanksgiving

JSA:

The oldest and largest team. Generally no single issue will focus on the whole team but rather spot light one character or a relationship between two characters (maybe 3). Stories will cover WWII generation heroes (Jay Garrick, Alan Scott, Ted Grant, Queen Hippolyta, and Carter Hall) facing the passing of time, the changing world and the nature of their own long lives. Teen heroes, Courtney Whitmore and Jakeem Thunder trying to find their feet and be young people in the oldest team. reformed villains, Black Adam and Icicle fighting to win over former enemies and right past wrongs. Legacy heroes like Sandy Hawkins, Rick Tyler, Grant Emerson, Albert Rothstein, and Michael Holt trying to live up to their names. And misfits like Power Girl and Captain Marvel who aren’t totally sure they belong, but also with a feel maybe thats true everywhere. 

Young, Just Us:

Every parent looks for way to entertain their kids and get them out of the house, doubly so for a super parent. So when Batman promises his (youngest) son Damian a super secret Justice League base for his own team, Robin might have had vision of glory, but Batman was thinking more a club house. Robin is joined in the run down former first JLA headquarters in Happy Harbor by Jon Kent (Superboy), Jai and Iris West (the speed twins), Lian Harper (Speedy), Cerdian (Aqua-boy), Robby Long (Darkstar), Mar’i Grayson (Nightstar), Luke McDunnagh  (Offspring). Damian is brimming with enthusiasm to whip this rag tag team of tweens into a fighting force, but his friends are more pumped about having a club house. 

Super Sons: United Against the World:

When your parents are the most powerful heroes in the world the pressure can be high. Centering on Damian Wayne, Jon Kent, and their friends Billy Batson and the fast talking show off wannabe Romeo, son of Zatanna and John Constantine, Zachary Zatara. regular guest stars, Colin Wilkes and Freddy Freeman. Adventures squeezed in between sleep overs, movie marathons, games of truth or dare, and just trying to figure out how to be an average middle schooler and have a cape. 

Teen Titans:

They’re not kids! they’re responsible young adults! well kinda. With their very own shiny new Titans tower in San Fransisco Bay, Tim Drake (Robin) is out to prove his team can totally handle being solo heroes without adult oversight, but his team mates sure don’t make it easy. Joined by Kon-el (Superboy) Cassie Sandsmark (Wonder Girl), Bart Allen (Impulse), Wally West (Kid Flash), Cissie King-Jones (Arrowette), Jackson Hyde (Aqualad), Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle), Conner Hawk (Green Arrow) and Miguel Barragan (Bunker). More Young teenage heroes come and go as the Teen Titans struggle to save the world, be taken seriously, deal with romance and teenage drama, and manage to do their homework.

The Titans:

Old sidekicks never fade away. Now in their late 20s and early 30s the New Titan Titans gang is reunited. Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Roy Harper (Arsenal), Donna Troy, Wally West (The Flash), Garth (Tempest), Rachel Roth (Raven), Victor Stone (Cyborg), Koriand'r (Starfire) and Garfield Logan (Beast Boy). They’re older but maybe not that much wiser, out of their Titans Tower in New York City they fight crime, save the world, and struggle to deal with parenthood, and adulting. Joined by an ever changing cast of experienced heroes their own age (Jessie Quick, Flamebird) old allies (Pantha, Red Star) and heroes in their late teens and early 20s who need a little bit of guidance. Can the team negotiate their often rocky history and stay together? or will the history of relationships, betrayal and drama rip apart their makeshift family all over again? 

The Doom Patrol:

In the 1950s Cliff Steele was a stunt man and race driver, till it all went horribly wrong. From 1956 till 1964 he was Robotman, a makeshift hero on a makeshift team. in 1964 it all went horribly wrong, and Cliff went into safe mode. Cliff slept a dreamless sleep for 54 years till he was awoken by a band of misfit teenage meta humans on the run. Everyone Cliff has ever known is dead, and he’s a rusting hulk that might be obsolete in the world of iPhones. Cliff might not understand the brave new world but he’s gonna stick up for his new teenaged charges, punch back as hard as he gets hit, and maybe just maybe be a hero one more time. 

The New Teen Titans: Revisited:

set in the early to mid 1980s a look back at untold stories of the New Teen Titans era. Set in 1980s NYC deals with story lines the original book wasn’t able to, like Jericho’s struggle with his sexuality and coming out as gay, Roy Harper’s struggle with drug use, etc. showing off an optimistic time of big hair and flashy hero costumes while addressing the problems of the 1980s from drugs to AIDS, all while saving the world. only semi-canon so characters can grow and change and not be bond by the results in the main timeline, maybe it all happened and just got reconed.

The Titans of Tomorrow: The Future’s Set

set in a possible future 10-15 years from now. Tim Drake (Batman) Kon El (Superman), Bart Allen (Flash) and Cassie Sandsmark (Wonder Woman) make up the core of the Justice League with older heroes, Aquaman, Green Arrow, Cyborg and Raven. A major war lead to the deaths of most of the Justice League, Titans and the JSA being lost in time. Forced to grow up and take over the once light hearted former Teen Titans became much more serious. However maybe now at last things have settled down and they can start to think about their lives, get in touch with who they are out of costume. Regular guest stars Damian Wayne (Nightwing) and Jon Kent (Apollo) 

Return to Earth 2:

Set in the late 1970s it’s the return of classic pre-Crisis Earth 2. Staring the JSA and their children, Infinity, Inc. the book focuses on the struggle of an older generation dealing with aging, struggling to let go, to deal with a changing world, and treat their kids like adults. Meanwhile Infinity Inc handles changing social norms with Todd Rice (Obsidian) coming out to the team at a time when that was far more controversial. Can they earn the respect of their parents generation and the publics and take over as the new hero team? does the JSA ever want to retire? 

[crypterion-moon]

Red Prince Eternal /2

A/N: Continuation of part 1

Warnings as before

Summary: They’ve done it. Tim has completely rejected them and now, there’s no crying over spilled milk. He sits patiently, watching time pass by, but fate won’t ignore him forever and a new presence will disturb them all.

Damian was standing outside in the dark. Tim knew, hard to ignore that intense staring the magically passed through walls, or maybe Tim was just that perceptive. He was tired, a whole night of hacking, as fun as it was will do that to him, but he opened his window anyway.

“What is it Damian, it’s late.”

His eyes changed, the expectant look in them shifted to one of shame with the apology left unsaid but clear in his bright green eyes. Tim would be touched if his cold heart could feel anything now, and Damian knew that. He blamed himself and his family for their neglect, their misjudgment.

“Nothing, I just cam by to make sure you weren’t up to no good,” he said muttering. Tim smiled, aww, the little demon was concerned for him, stubborn brat is stubborn even in the face of his mistakes. Protective in his own way, but he was the only one who know he made them so Tim will spare him the sharpened tongue.

“Get going or Bruce will start getting suspicious.”

“He won’t know where I am,” Damian protested.

Tim scoffed, “Only because I hid your tracks, move along.”

Damian turned to leave, just shy of the edge of the circle of light coming from the street lamp, just then stopping and looking back at Tim.

“You’ll come to the manor soon, won’t you,” he asked, suddenly all innocent and childlike even with the uniform and mask that it took Tim by surprise. He had to pause and recover for a moment.

“Maybe, maybe I will.”

It was his way of saying he won’t ever. Not even for Alfred.

The suggestion was there, but Tim didn't want to see any of them, Batman, nor Nightwing or whatever Jason. He’d been thankful that Dick and Jason had stopped coming to his house, he was beginning to tire of hearing them say empty words to him, especially Jason who tried to bypass the door.

Oh yes, they’d made it very clear they wanted nothing to do with the ‘wannabe’, they had more important work to do than to even entertain the notion of a budding hero. What? He wants to help, he can start by staying out of the way. How very nice Jason, too bad you can’t take those words back.

Sorry Tim, but you’re not cut out for this. Why? Because he wasn’t strong enough? Smart enough? Tortured enough? What Dick, what is it that makes me worthless?

Get out of the way Drake, you’re enough trouble as it is without having to look after another imbecile, I’m more suited to the role than you ever could be. Because of what? Your heritage? It’s all about that isn’t it?

The nightmares, or dreams, or reminders as Tim liked to call them, were incessant. But they did the job. His world different now, one he built for himself, he was a hero no more and he preferred it that way. Damian, the dear brat, had somehow grown attached to Tim suddenly had the bright idea to ask him personally to join them, suddenly springing the question on him. Politely, Tim refused.

There’s no reason for them to change their mind, Tim certainly won’t.

So he continued his work. Alone in the big Drake residence, wrapped in comfortable silence and coffee, secrets of all kinds are valuable when you pry them from unsuspecting people. Blackmail, deadly and everyone wants in on it. He can do that. For a price. An unsightly life but it was the reason he’d built for himself, the will to live without relying on anyone, especially not on heroes. If he wasn’t going to be a hero, then why not take advantage of the unsightly demand out there and make a bit on the side. A bit meaning a lot more than his parents could hope to make in a week.  From the vengeful victim to the highest ranking criminal bully to a mob leader, he’ll cater as long as they don’t ask questions.

One warning, pry too far into his life and he’ll pry back and spill your guts. Pay or you get nothing. Go too far and you can kiss your comfy life goodbye. Tim has eyes everywhere where his little makeshift hero persona had none. No that goody-two-shoes hacker title belonged to oracle now.

He’d chosen to be ruthless, neutral and perhaps that little boy he once was would’ve been appalled at him now but Tim didn’t care anymore. Not when Bruce, Dick and Jason viewed him as nothing but trouble and no amount of guidance or effort would convince them otherwise. They pissed all over Tim’s whole hearted work, his admiration, his love and desire to do good. It left him vulnerable and he nearly did die once. Good old Joker though, he had to thank the bastard. That was a nice wake up call, for Tim and rather late, for them as well.

Ah, Damian. He beat Tim up once when the crazy kid found him once, believed he was a bad egg before he did his homework. It hurt, almost just as much as their distrust and rejection. But having him show up now with nicer things to say was, flattering. Tim’s not sure when Damian realized he might’ve been wrong.

They can knock as many times as their hands can bear it but that stays strictly closed. It’s more important to love and protect oneself than waste that on another. He won’t throw his one life to the wolves, endanger himself for others no more. And heroes always foolishly throw themselves into fire, so Tim will have nothing to do with them. He can apologize to the poor souls caught in Gotham’s life when he burns in hell.

He met a Super, Superboy to be exact. To be frank he already knew a whole lot about the half-kryptonian. Kind of difficult not to when this hybrid was tied with two major figures, names like Lex Luthor and Superman attract a lot of attention and with Tim having ears and eyes on the net, it wasn't hard to dig out info. Connor 'Kon el' Kent was a very funny kind of guy, well as funny as it can get when whizzing poor frightened Tim a few hundred feet up in the air where he'd never been so high up before.

He didn't expect to end up being saved by the budding teen hero, then again, he didn't expect to be caught in some strange hostage situation by some amateur criminals who'd realized they hadn't thought their heist too well through. He had his drones ready to cause chaos on the idiots before Superboy came crashing in and causing said chaos. He did the job though. Not before they'd dragged Tim, because rich men's kids are always prime targets and one of the not so dumb criminals had done his homework. The whole thing came down to them getting pummeled by Superboy and his friends faster than they could say 'I have a gun'. Out of desperation and panic but mostly panic, the guy holding Tim had him thrown right off the building. Which wasn't fair really, he hadn't built drones big enough to help with falling situations. He'd shut his eyes when he felt himself fall into something solid but warm and somewhat soft and comforting.

Yup, it was Superboy himself. Of course just to show off, he zoomed off higher into the sky with Tim with a stupid grin on his face. They flew around for a while mostly for the young hero's amusement before he finally set Tim down. Tim hadn't imagined how talkative the teen was.

Too many jokes, too awkwardly charming in his own way. Stupid muscle-head, Tim thought, stupid stupid Tim for getting all flustered in his arms.

He was willing to forget it except, Kon was not.

“So, uh, that was fun,” Kon said, Tim threw him a look, trying to control his mess of hair.

“I'm glad you enjoyed that, somehow,” he said sarcastically, “I'm pretty sure this happens everyday.”

“Flying all the time gets old after a while, but you kinda made it funny, guess you've never gone flying before?”

Tim shot him a toothy smile, “No one in their sane mind has ever gone flying.”

Kon laughed. It made Tim a bit embarrassed and quite annoyed, but the hero didn't seem to mean any sort of ill, his laughter was genuinely warm and full of enjoyment.

“Man, you're funny, smart kind of funny.”

“It's called wit.”

Kon grinned back at him when his friends, Wondergirl, Impulse and the rest of their team appeared. Wondergirl called to him, rather annoyed and dying to go back to their headquarters while Superboy held them back.

“Hey, what's your name?” he suddenly asked. Tim raised an eyebrow at the question. Why would a hero ask some civilian for their name he'd never see again.

“Tim. Drake.”

“Oh cool. So that big house on the hill-”

“Mansion.”

“-Uh yeah, that's yours right, cool, mind if I stop by sometime?”

At this, Tim was very surprised and confused. His mind screaming at him, no no no, definitely not while some other part of him said, that's great, this is good. In his internal conflict, he somehow managed to say 'oh, okay'. Much too his logical brain's dismay.

“Awesome, I'll see you soon.”

And with that, Kon was gone, up in the air and off with his team. As Tim contemplated his situation, he imagined somewhere in his mind, that a part of him would have loved to be part of that, to be one of the heroes and fighting alongside them as a team. He'd have made a name for himself, helping in exciting missions doing things he'd always dreamed of and making friends with the people he'd once looked up to. But that was all in the past now, he'd given it up for his life now. Soon, he was sure, Superboy would tire of his boring nature.

He came, time and time again, hanging out like a pair of normal kids, sometimes, he'd bring the others along. Cassie, Tim had observed, held deep feelings for her reckless team mate. He avoided talking too much about him with her, but otherwise they were actually a great bunch. Impulse, Bart, was restless, a side-effect of his abilities, same as the flash. Raven was reserved but caring. Beast boy, secretly crushing on Raven, was just as, if not more so than Kon, full of jokes. They each and all had their wonderful sides. Tim felt so awful in their presence, no doubt, oblivious to what he did in the shadows.

They were seeing too much of him. He was negative, brooding and sarcastic but that never seemed to deter them. Especially Raven, seemed to see right through him, while the rest must have been immune to negativity because he continued to have strange guests over. Not that his parents would care, they were gone so long and so often.

Birthdays, holidays and Christmas' were no longer a one man ting for him, disturbingly, he couldn't bring himself to dislike it. Soon, like an idiot, he revealed his skills, helped them in secret with their battles, before the cat got out of the bag. The Titans came to rely on his 'MAD WIZ SKILLZ' as Beast boy put it, and soon, it was like he was part of their little team. He tried to push them away, but they persisted, for some reason drawn to him as he found himself drawn to them. Like a moth to a flame, especially to Kon. The half-kryptonian held some strange admiration for Tim and it was began to show as the worked together more and more. The light touches and strong embraces were starting to affect Tim the more time they spent together. This couldn't be happening. Tim realized to his horror, the relationship was deepening beyond his control. No mister, no thank you, this hero business is supposed to be temporary. Tim was drinking double the amount of coffee, more than what is considered healthy or sane with the stress his predicament was causing.

“Hey, where are your parents? I never see them around,” Kon asked one dreaded day. Tim considered the answer for a while before giving it.

“They don’t come home often. Mom and Dad are both busy, you know, with their jobs. Archaeology, there’s a lot of travelling involved.”

“That’s pretty bad, I mean, what about Christmas or your birthdays? Not even for them?”

Tim shook his head, “Not even for them.”

He should be bitter, if it was somebody else, some other child and their mom or dad forgot, they’d be throwing tantrums. But it’s always been this way, so many times even Tim’s forgotten. If it weren’t for some nagging reminders from the various maids and housekeepers they hired, he’d have forgotten about Christmas, Halloween and so on. Sometimes, even they didn’t remind him, so he went on, living each and every day the same way. Routine. He could live with that, it’s what he’s used to.

Uncharacteristically, Kon gave him the look of a dog put out, and when Tim asked, he only responded by throwing his arms around Tim and giving him the tightest hug anyone had given him for a long time.

“It’s okay, I’ll make sure we celebrate them all with you.”

‘We’ being Kon and the Titans, as it turned out from then onwards. Tim didn’t mind.

Most of the time, he didn’t care, didn’t react. A smile is natural, and can mean a million different things, it’s okay, everything is fine, I don’t really mind, whatever, politely go away, I guess this is nice. But those were his good days. On his bad days, Tim locked himself in. Tried to smother himself in his bedsheets. Curse them as well, they were as close to a hug as he’d get alone. Some twisted part of him wanted a knife, a bullet in his chest. Pain anywhere but inside of him, clawing its way out. He wanted out. Sometimes even the unsightly work he did, couldn’t chase the feeling of neglect away and those days, he’d remember the exact moment ha gave up. Yes, heroes are for idealists, and a kid, a weak one like him would never fit in.

Those bad days, sometimes Kon would find him, curled up trying to hack his lungs out. Sometimes sobbing, sometimes screaming. What a broken thing. No good.

But he’d feel the warm touch, the soothing strength gently lifting him and holding him until he stopped shaking. He was so cold compared to Kon. What did the young hero ever see in him? He could only see his broken, jagged edges, designed to cut himself and others. Still, Kon never left and the warmth as well as the odd feeling that progressed beyond fondness spread through him, stepping into dangerous territory.

Something happened, and it was all wrong. Quite frankly, it was putting everyone on edge. Damian did well to locate the drop point the thugs were supposed to be waiting. A whole cargo of arms and heavy weapons for Black Mask. Batman wasn’t surprised, Jason, Red Hood now, had dealings with the criminal spearhead, and they were many. But something was wrong, there were no men, no orders being yelled in fact, it was far too quiet for an operation like this.

The shipment should be in the warehouse.

Batman pressed the device close to his ear, absolutely no communication was coming from inside. If the leader was on the phone, it would have been picked up on the frequency catcher. Could the gang have picked up on their presence? If so, there would definitely be more shouting but it was silent.

“Nightwing, Robin, take the back, Hood, make sure no one is leaving the perimeter, no bullets, you hear?”

There was a groan on the comms before Jason answered, “Sure, Bats, whatever you say.”

“I’m going in.”

“Be careful in there, I have a bad feeling about this,” came Dick’s voice, uncertain and betraying the note of fear.

Bruce didn’t answer as he slinked inside through the roof. Not a single light, not a single sound. But  as he sneaked further down, closer to the floor, the smell hits him, and hits him hard. Blood, the pungent and overwhelming stench of blood and piss. He hesitates as his hand hovers over the flashlight before turning it on. What greets him is a scene that is familiar on the worst of nights, the stuff of nightmares, enough to make a man lose his lunch if Bruce didn’t discipline himself. It’s not only bloody, it’s a gory mess. The men, or what’s left of them in torn bits and legs, tossed about like broken toys.

“Dear god,” he whispered.

“Batman? What’s going on?” Nightwing called through the comms.

A blade sharp and resilient enough to slice through bone like butter as evidenced by one poor man’s head, halved like a gourd. Batman moved forward, guts squelching beneath his boots.

Eyes, hearts, tongues, gouged out, cut and torn, some were thrown against the walls, the crates were splattered with innards while, as Bruce investigated, some were clearly missing. The cargo untouched was left in the vehicles, the doors still ajar. They must have been busy unloading when this all went downhill.

Bruce’s eyes traced the floor. Not enough footprints, there should be many footprints in the blood, it couldn’t be done by just one person. No, not unless they were up against a new monster.

“They’re all dead, everybody stay alert out there.”

Batman looked up at the lights. All of them were busted, smashed, whoever or whatever this...thing was, they operated in darkness. Mask’s men don’t. But for a brief moment they must have seen the attacker, the flashlight that rolled at his feet now busted and shattered as well was evidence. He looked back down and met the gaze of a man in mid scream. One among many screaming faces right before they died, this wasn’t about seeing their enemy, something scared them witless before it ripped them apart.

If it was anybody else, they wouldn’t have noticed the three pairs of feet hitting the floor, silent as can be, the boys had trained well but not enough to escape Bruce’s notice.

“Oh my GOD!” Nightwing exclaimed the moment he turned his flashlight on.

“I...haven’t seen this kinda mess since the last slasher movie,” Jason said, his voice managing to not give way to his shock.

Robin on the other hand, had just lost his dinner. He’s used a sword on a living person before but it was all clean cuts and honourable deaths for him, not this horrific mess. Bruce regarded the boy with worry. Maybe he shouldn’t have let him come into the warehouse, and now he’s essentially contaminated a part of the crime scene. He’ll have to take care of that later. Nightwing busily patted and rubbed Damian’s back while the boy was recovering, while Hood and Batman began to search around for clues. Video footage if any was needed, with all the gore littering the floor and the shipment having been left alone, there was little to gleam from the scene.

“Looks like whoever did this wasn’t interested in guns,” Hood said casually.

They tried looking for any hidden cameras on the bodies though, nothing. There was a phone still in one man’s hand, slumped by a heavy crate. It looked like he was in the middle of trying to call someone. There was one other thing that might give away what happened in the warehouse. Bruce crossed his metaphorical fingers. He went straight for the operations room, the office where one would keep an eye on all the comings and goings in the office. There was paper and files left carelessly on the shelves and the screens lining the desks were off. He played the footage that was there but after the ten mark, the device was turned off abruptly. He grunted in disappointment, he knew there was a chance the cameras were deactivated to prevent their movements from being recorded, but he’d hoped they weren’t smart enough. As of now, they had a bigger mystery on their hands than Black Mask’s secret smuggling operations and more than likely, once Mask hears about this, he’s going to be pissed. Nothing else here, anything more and the police won’t be happy with the amount of tampering going on. Batman regrouped with the others, outside the warehouse. The street lamp, the only one that wasn’t shot served to highlight all four vigilantes. Nightwing was nervous and so was Robin, Hood’s face was hidden underneath the helmet but his body was tense. For once, the night was not kind, the silence was deafening and oppressive, it reminded him that there were other things, other kinds of fear waiting underneath her.

“Wait, what’s that?” Robin said, pointing into the distance.

All eyes turned to look and for a moment, they could see nothing but the water, the moon reflecting over it. Then movement just at the surface drew their attention, a small shape broke through the surface. Barely visible in the darkness, it stayed floating, almost motionless. Then rose higher, a face still indistinguishable but indeed a face, blue eyes shining brightly and it was staring right at them. Something about those eyes was familiar and yet alien to them and, as Nightwing and Hood began to tremble, it unsettled them all. The moon seemed to shift as the light fell on it gradually. Midnight black hair, blue eyes and a straight nose, young and mature, a young man with knowing blue eyes that once held a child’s admiring light. He dove under the water just as Bruce felt himself reach out for the phantom. Vanishing beneath the ripples. Only now noticing the blood trailing on the ground.

[daledoesdrafts-blog]

Tim Drake’s Timeline (WIP)

I’ve been going through Batman and Robin comics trying to figure out how Bruce and Tim’s timelines fit into each other. The easiest way to do that is to list the Batman/Robin comics in chronological order, with a brief explanation of why they’re significant.

1. Batman: Year One - The start of Bruce’s career as Batman. 2.  Batman: Zero Year/Dark City/Savage City - Batman takes on the Red Hood gang (which presumably results in the creation of Joker) and meets the Riddler for the first time. 3. Batman: The Man Who Laughs - Batman encounters Joker for the first time. 4. Batman: Haunted Knight - A good introduction to Scarecrow and Mad Hatter as characters. 5. Batman: The Long Halloween - Harvey Dent becomes Two-Face. 6. Batman: Dark Victory - Dick Grayson becomes Robin. Tim Drake is in the circus audience when Dick’s parents are murdered by mobsters. 7. Robin: Year One - Dick Grayson takes on Killer Moth, Two-Face, Firefly, and others. 8. Batgirl: Year One - Barbara Gordon becomes Batgirl after proving herself to Batman. 9. Batman: Tales of the Demon - Introduces Ra’s al Ghul as a character. 10. Batman: Son of the Demon - Damian Wayne is conceived. 11. Nightwing: Year One - Bruce fire Dick as Robin, and Dick becomes Nightwing. (Somewhere in here Jason Todd becomes the second Robin.) 12. Batman: The Killing Joke - Barbara Gordon is shot through the spine by Joker. She’s paralyzed from the waist down, but still helps Batman as the computer hacker, Oracle. 13. Batman: A Death in the Family - Joker kills Jason Todd. 14. Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth - Joker takes over Arkham Asylum. The story shows Batman during the dark phase of his career where he’s mourning Jason’s death. 15. Batman: A Lonely Place of Dying - Tim Drake becomes the third Robin. 16. Robin: Reborn - Tim travels overseas to be trained by Lady Shiva, and takes on one of Batman’s old enemies, King Snake. The encounter teaches him how to fight without the use of his eyes. 17. Robin: Triumphant - Tim strikes up an alliance with Huntress to fight King Snake again. While Batman is away overseas, Tim manages to defeat Joker single-handed. 18. Batman: Knightfall - After breaking many of Batman’s villains out of Arkham Asylum, Bane watches as each fight wears Bruce down before finally breaking his back. Bruce appoints Jean Paul Valley (aka Azrael) as Batman. Jean Paul doesn’t believe he needs a Robin, and ostracizes Tim. 19. Robin: Solo - Tim takes on the villains Jean Paul can’t be bothered with, forming an alliance with Stephanie Brown (aka Spoiler). Together, they take down Stephanie’s father, the Cluemaster. 20. Robin: Turning Point - Tim and Dick team up to fight the villains Jean Paul ignores. 21. Batman: Knightquest - Jean Paul brings down more of Batman’s villains, becoming more violent and eventually killing Abattoir. Bruce returns to Gotham to take back the mantle of the Bat. 22. Batman: Knightsend - Bruce defeats Jean Paul. While he trains to regain the strength he had as Batman, he appoints Dick as Batman. Tim and Dick fight Two-Face, giving Dick the chance to confront a mistake he made while facing the villain as Robin. Bruce returns when he’s prepared to be Batman again. 23. Batman by Doug Moench and Kelley Jones - takes place directly after Knightsend and shows Bruce struggling with his identity as Batman. 24. Robin: War of the Dragons - an Asian gang war breaks out in Gotham, resulting in Bruce and Tim fighting King Snake again. Bruce scolds Tim for putting too much trust in Huntress. 25. Batman: Contagion - a deadly strain of the Ebola virus hits Gotham and Batman, Nightwing, Robin, Huntress, a reformed Azrael, and Catwoman team up to stop it. 26. Batman: Legacy - another strain of the virus emerges, this one controlled by Ra’s al Ghul. 27. Batman: Cataclysm - already damaged by the virus, Gotham is further crippled by a deadly earthquake. 28. Batman: No Man’s Land -  Gotham becomes a lawless wasteland that is divided into territories held by its most powerful figures. Cassandra Cain appears as Batgirl. 29. Robin: Unmasked! - After finding his costume, Tim Drake’s father requests that he retire as Robin. Stephanie Brown becomes the fourth Robin, but is later fired by Batman after she disobeys one of his orders. A romance develops between Tim and Stephanie. 30. Batman: War Games - Stephanie Brown returns to her career as Spoiler. Tim Drake breaks his promise to his father and becomes Robin again. Stephanie is “killed.” 31. Robin/Batgirl: Fresh Blood - Tim Drake trains Cassandra Cain to be the second Batgirl. 32. Batman: Hush - Batman goes up against Hush, aka Thomas Elliot, once a friend of the Wayne family. 33. Batman: Under the Hood - Jason Todd returns as Red Hood after being resurrected by Ra’s al Ghul. 34. Identity Crisis - Tim Drake’s father is killed by Captain Boomerang. 35. Robin: To Kill a Bird - Tim moves to Bludhaven while mourning the deaths of Stephanie and his father. 36. Infinite Crisis - Tim’s friend, Superboy, dies. Tim changes his costume from red and green to red and black to honor his friend’s memory. 37. Robin: Wanted - Bruce adopts Tim as his son. Tim is framed for Cassandra Cain’s murder and has to find a way to clear his name. Later, it’s revealed that Cassandra snapped after discovering that she had a sister that her father loved while he abused Cassandra. This lead her to join the League of Assassins in the attempt to murder her father. Tim is hurt by her betrayal after they formed such a strong friendship. Tim is also forced into a temporary alliance with Captain Boomerang Jr., the son of his father’s killer, in order to find and disable a nuclear bomb hidden by Joker. A wannabe superhero, Dodge, begins interfering with Tim’s crime fighting, insisting that Robin needs a sidekick. 38. Robin: Teenage Wasteland - It’s revealed that Dodge has the ability to teleport via a special belt, but when the belt is damaged by a stray bullet, Dodge falls into a coma. Later, his body goes missing after he absorbs the belt’s teleportation powers. He vows he’ll get revenge on Robin, who he blames for his condition, and sells deadly metahuman drugs to Cassandra Cain. 39. Robin: The Big Leagues - After assembling a gang of metahumans, Dodge takes over a hospital, demanding the police hand Robin over to him. There’s a disagreement among the gang, however, as to whether or not Robin should be killed or just “taught a lesson.” Dodge ends up taking down the rest of the gang before fading into nothingness, and Robin hails him as “the real hero.” After a series of murders, Tim finds himself becoming increasingly moody and violent as Robin, and realizes that it’s the anniversary of his father’s death. He swears that he’ll no longer use his father’s death as an excuse for violence. 40. Batman: The Resurrection of Ra's al Ghul - Ra’s al Ghul’s disciples attempt to restore him by transferring his mind into a new body--Damian Wayne’s.  41. Robin: Violent Tendencies - Stephanie Brown returns as Spoiler and helps Tim take down a vigilante known as Violet. 42. Batman: R.I.P. -  43. Final Crisis - Bruce Wayne “dies.” 44. Robin: Search for a Hero -  45. Batman: Battle for the Cowl - Dick Grayson becomes Batman and “fires” Tim as Robin. Damian Wayne takes Tim’s place as the fifth Robin. Stephanie Brown becomes Batgirl, and Tim becomes Red Robin. 46. Grant Morrison’s Batman and Robin series -  47. Red Robin: The Grail - Convinced that Bruce is still alive, Tim launches a quest to acquire solid evidence that he’s right. In order to gain that evidence, however, he’ll have to work alongside the agents of Ra’s al Ghul. During his search, Tim discovers a cave in which an ancient Bat-symbol is painted on the wall. 48. Red Robin: Collision - Continues Tim’s search for evidence that Bruce is still alive. After a betrayal by Ra’s, Tim vows to take down the entire League of Assassins from within. 49. Batman: The Black Mirror - Dick Grayson’s solo adventures as Batman, where he goes up against Joker, Great White Shark, and Barbara Gordon’s sociopathic step-brother, James Gordon, Jr. 50. Red Robin: The Hit List -  51. Batman: The Return of Bruce Wayne -  52. Red Robin: 7 Days of Death -  (Somewhere in between here Red Robin is presumed dead. Tim Drake effectively retires from crime fighting, allowing everyone--including the Bat Family--to believe he’s dead.) 53. Future's End - When a supercomputer from the future known as Brother Eye threatens the present day, Terry McGinnis (aka Batman Beyond) is sent back in time to kill its designer. However, Brother Eye uses the bodies of Joker and Bruce Wayne to create a cyborg that kills Terry before he can complete his task. Because Tim Drake is touching the Batsuit at the time, he’s temporally displaced into Terry’s future, where he becomes the new Batman Beyond. 54. Batman Beyond: Brave New Worlds - Tim goes up against the cyborg versions of Earth’s greatest heroes and teams up with an older Barbara Gordon to take down Brother Eye. 55. Batman Beyond: City of Yesterday - Still stranded in the future, Tim follows Terry’s brother Matt to the ruins of Metropolis after they discover the last Green Lantern power ring. With it, Matt hopes to resurrect Earth’s fallen heroes. 56. Batman Beyond: Wired for Death - One of Terry’s old nemeses, Rewire, shows up in Neo-Gotham. The problem is, the original Rewire is dead. As they uncover this new Rewire’s identity, secrets about Bruce Wayne’s past are revealed. Eventually, it’s revealed that after Brother Eye was defeated, Terry McGinnis showed up in Neo-Gotham alive, but confused as to his identity. This made him easy prey for Spellbinder, who brainwashed Terry into believing he was Rewire. After defeating Spellbinder and reversing the brainwashing, Tim’s temporal displacement ends, leaving the reader to speculate as to whether he was returned to a timeline in which Brother Eye no longer exists, or if he simply faded into nothingness. (Note: the current run of Batman comics depicts a future Tim Drake as having become Batman, but eventually turning to guns and killing criminals as a vigilante known as Savior. It’s made pretty clear, however, that this is an alternate universe Tim Drake and not the same one described above.)

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The Bond Shattering Bros of Wrath

>It’s time!

(Insert song: Life Will Change)

Come on, everyone. The fate of Peter Parker and Harry Osborn is in our hands.

You bet. C’mon, let’s get goin’!

Yes. Everyone’s depending on us.

That’s right. Once we take the Treasure and change their hearts, their bond will be restored and we’ll truly be known as the Phantom Thieves for Justice. Now let’s do this!

>We entered the Palace. In the main Arena of Wrath, the seats were packed with a cognitive audience. In the center ring, a glittering gold belt.

Announcement: Welcome to the match of the century! In this corner, The Wall Crawling Alien Suit Fiend, Venom!

The time has come for payback. This is what happens when go against me!

Announcement: And in the other corner, The Inventing Daddy’s Boy, Hobgoblin!

I don’t want to fight you, Pete. You were never my enemy. But I will do what I must.

Shadow Peter: Shut up! You had your chance to forgive me and you blew it. Considered this payback.

Shadow Harry: (sobbing) Please, no.

The both of you stop it!

You two are best friends! How could you fight like this?

Shadow Peter: Stay out of this, Phantom Thieves! This is between me and him.

That’s not true. We heard your real thought. You both wanted more than anything is to be together and escape to make it happen. We get that. That’s why we’re here... To help you.

Shadow Harry: Help us? What’s wrong with us?

Skull: Norman Osborn, of course. From the very beginning, he lied to the both of you. He lied to everyone! He lied to Raymond Warren which lead him to become the Jackal and letting one of the spiders free to bite Peter and turn him into Spider-Man. He lied to Spencer Smythe into getting Harry expelled from Horizon High to keep the poor kid on a leash like an animal.

Shadow Peter: It’s all Harry’s fault for not realizing it sooner. And now look at us. Forced to wear a mask I never wanted to wear. Harry is now more puppet than man. What kind of son doesn’t even know his own father? I hope he never gets well from that Spider Island business.

Shadow Harry: He’s... He’s right. It is my fault.

No, it’s not. You weren’t the one who turned Peter and the whole city into spider people. That was all Jackal and Norman.

Shadow Peter: What do you know!? You’re just some wannabe heroes.

We never said we were. We just wanted to help everyone who needs it. That includes you both, whether you like it or not.

We can’t just watch you two lose the thing you value more than anything... Each other.

Skull: Whatever happens to you guys effects me and Crow. I accepted and forgiven him for all the things he did for Masayoshi Shido. I don’t want all that to be undone.

Crow: And I finally let go of my past and made friends. I don’t want all of it to end like this. Not ever.

Shadow Peter: Then I guess you’ll have to be disappointed. You’ll get used to it. I know I did. Now enough talking, these people have waited long enough. Time to give them what they want!

>The crowd begins to cheer louder and louder.

Shadow Peter: Shall we, Harry?

Shadow Harry: ... Yes. I’m sorry, Phantom Thieves, but please stay out of this.

Announcement: Let’s get ready to rumble~!

>A bell rings and the two begin fighting. Webs and Pumpkin Bombs were flying along with fists and legs.

It’s not too late, we can still stop them.

Skull: That’s right. We can save them even if they don’t want to.

Crow: We need to stop the distortion. For their sake.

Oracle: I think I have an idea. We want them to stop fighting each other... Let’s just have them fight us instead.

Panther: I guess that would work. Nothing else would seem to work.

Oracle: I’ll see what I can do about their weaknesses. Persona!

>Necronomicon scans the two Shadows.

Oracle: It looks like Peter’s weak to Bless and Psychokinesis. And Harry’s weak to Electricity and Curse. Joker, Skull, Noir, Crow, it’s up to you.

Joker: Right. This is it. We do this together.

Skull, Noir, and Crow: Right!

Joker, Skull, Noir, and Crow: Persona!

(Insert song: Rivers in the Desert Instrumental)

>Shadow Peter uses Skull Crater on Shadow Harry. He dodged it. Shadow Harry uses Snap on Shadow Peter. He resisted.

Oracle: It looks like he can resist Gun attacks.

Joker: Don’t worry, we know their true weakness thanks to you. Now pillage him, Arsene!

Skull: Let’s blow ‘em away too, Captain!

>Both Arsene and Captain Kidd use Eiga and Zionga on Shadow Harry. He was knocked down. Then, Milady and Robin Hood both use Psio and Kouga on Shadow Peter. And he was knocked down too.

Joker: Everyone, go!

>After the attack, the two Shadows were still up.

Shadow Peter: Hey! Stay out of this! Did you hear!?

>Shadow Peter tries to web us, but we all dodge it. Shadow Harry throws a Pumpkin Bomb at Shadow Peter. But he dodge it. Arsene uses Masukunda to lower their agility. Captain Kidd uses Matarukaja to make us stronger.

Oracle: This one! Defense up!

>Necromonicon uses Marakukaja to strengthen our defenses. Milady uses Psio again and knocks down Shadow Peter.

Baton Pass!

>I take up the torch and Arsene uses Eiga again. However, it missed. Robin Hood also uses Eiga, but it also missed.

How!? Joker lowered your speed.

Shadow Harry: It’s my glider. As something you wear, it raises my agility.

>Shadow Peter gets back up.

Shadow Peter: Fine, you want us to stop fight each other... We’ll fight you instead.

Crow: Good. That’s what we wanted you to do from the start.

Shadow Harry: I’m sorry, guys. I want to make things up with Peter. This is the only way.

>Shadow Peter uses Lucky Punch on me. I was knocked down. Shadow Harry uses Maragion. Skull and Crow were burned.

Joker: Now that we have your attention, let’s do this.

>Earlier, I used a Skill Card to give Arsene Mabaisudi. He used it to heal Skull and Crow of their Burn. Captain Kidd uses Deathbound. It causes major damage to Shadow Peter, but Shadow Harry resists. Milady uses Psio on Shadow Peter. He dodged it. Robin Hood uses Kouga on Shadow Peter. It got him down.

Baton Pass!

>Crow passes the baton to Skull. Captain Kidd uses Zionga on Shadow Harry. It gets him down.

Skull: Let’s tear ‘em apart!

>After the attack, the two Shadows were still up.

Shadow Peter: Do you think you can take me on? Try to beat this.

>Shadow Peter uses Life Drain... On Shadow Harry. It left Shadow Harry very weak.

Shadow Harry: I will... Die for him... If it means... He’ll forgive me... I’ll even... Do this...

>Shadow Harry uses a Pumpkin Bomb. Noir was badly burned.

Shadow Harry: I’m sorry.

>Shadow Harry falls into Despair. This means after three turns, he’ll fall.

Harry, no!

Shadow Harry: I’m sorry, Ryuji, but I must do this... For the boy I love.

Joker: We know that, Harry... But if you’re too busy protecting others...

Who’s protecting you!?

>Arsene uses Eigaon and savagely knocks down Shadow Harry. Normally, as a gentleman thief, I wouldn’t resort to this. But this called for desperate measures.

Now that’s just brutal.

So I’ll just have to match it.

Joker: It’s all on you, Crow.

Baton Pass!

Crow: Now to show you a light so bright, the truth will be all you know. Go, Robin Hood!

>Robin Hood uses Kougaon on Shadow Peter. It got him good.

Hold Up!

Shadow Harry: I’m sorry, Pete. I let you down. I forgive you for everything that’s happen. Please, forgive me as well.

Crow: If you want him to forgive you, you must forgive yourself first.

Skull: And if you can’t do that on your own...

Then we’ll just have to help you.

>After the attack, Shadow Harry was finally down. Shadow Peter, on the other hand, was still up.

Shadow Peter: Idiot. If he just appreciated what I’ve done for him, he wouldn’t have ended up like this.

Crow: Because he felt guilty for what happened. Have you truly come to hate him for what he’s done.

Shadow Peter: I’ve done everything to help him and this godforsaken city! And how do they repay me? They show that they don’t understand or really care. Why should I keep helping them?

Crow: Because you’re a hero. Everyone relies on you. They may not show it now, but they will. Even if Jameson continues to say bad things about you, at least you will know who truly cares about you. No one said it would be easy. It’s just like your uncle said, “With great power-”

Shadow Peter: Comes great responsibility!? Well let me tell you what else came with it. Great pain and misery. Great sorrow. Great disappointment. And worse, great loneliness and heartbreak. I gained these powers... And lost myself.

Skull: True, you don’t even recognize yourself when you put the mask on, but you have friends who help remind you about who you really are. That includes Harry. So please, he wants you to forgive him just as he wants to forgive you.

Shadow Peter: ... You want me to forgive him? ... Tell him I want my life back.

Shadow Harry: (berly getting back up) I... I can’t...

Shadow Peter: ... Then what good are you, spoiled brat... And you, if you want more than anything to side with him... You can die with him.

>Shadow Peter uses Desperation. As he did, he became bigger, stronger, and meaner.

(recovering from her burns) This could be bad.

Oracle: Something tells me we’re going to need something stronger than this.

>Oracle goes Ultimate.

Oracle: PERSONA!

>Prometheus scans Shadow Venom.

Oracle: He’s covered his weakness to Psy, but Bless skill still have an effect. You might even have luck with Electricity... Or at least the thundering sound from it. Same goes for Gun attacks.

Skull: I guess that makes sense, Peter’s Shadow is based off the V-52. Using sounds louder than anything as to create sonic vibrations will harm it.

Crow: Because the vibrations will tamper with its flexible structure.

Joker: Good. Cause it’s about to get real noisy here. Come on, let’s go all out!

>We go Ultimate.

Joker, Skull, Noir, and Crow: PERSONA!

(Insert song: Rivers in the Desert with vocals)

>Shadow Venom uses Vicious Strike. Lucky, we all dodged it. Satanael uses Megidolaon. It was a big hit. Seiten Taisei uses Ziodyne. He dodged it, but the thundering sound still causes damage.

Shadow Venom: Ugh! The vibrations... They hurt...

Oracle: It’s working! Keep it up!

>Astarte uses One-shot Kill. He resisted, but the Gun sound still hurts him. Loki uses Kaogaon. It knocks him down.

Crow: Let’s scatter!

>After the attack, Shadow Venom was still up.

Shadow Venom: You can’t stop me so easily. You can’t use sound to stop me... If there’s no one to make it.

>Shadow Venom uses Brain Jack. Skull and Crow become brainwashed.

Skull: I... can’t... resist.

Joker: It’s alright, Skull. Just hang in there.

>Satanael uses Riot Gun. Though he resisted, the loud sound from the attack was very painful to him. Being Brainwashed, Skull had Seiten Taisei use Megaton Raid on me. Luckily, I dodged it. Noir uses Harisen Recovery on Crow. He snapped out of the spell.

Crow: Thank you.

Noir: You’re welcome. Now let’s take him. Astarte!

>Astarte uses Psiodyne. It was nothing special, but it took a great amount of health from him. Loki uses Kougaon. It knocks him down again.

Crow: I don’t want us to attack this time. I think I know how to take him down, but it will take some time. Can you keep him busy?

Joker: We’ll buy you whatever time you need.

>Crow, after using Harisen Recovery, readies himself. Shadow Venom gets back up.

Shadow Venom: It doesn’t matter what you do, you won’t win.

>Shadow Venom uses Gigantomachia. Everyone dodged it but me. I took a lot of damage. Fortunatly, not enough to finish me thanks to Satanael’s resistance. I also equipped him with the Skill Card, Salvation. Satanael uses Salvation to completely heal us all. Seiten Taisei uses Ziodyne. It left Shadow Venom shocked. Astarte uses One-shot Kill. It was a technical hit because of the effect.

Now for the ultimate attack. There's no escaping it. Prepare for the end. Go, Loki!

>Loki uses Laevatein. It was a major hit on Shadow Venom that it knocked him down.

Shadow Venom: No! This city needs to pay for what it did to me! What Norman Osborn did to me! ... What Ben Parker did to me.

Crow: For what Aunt May did to you? It’s only Norman Osborn who deserves the blame. No one else. If you want to really understand it... OPEN YOUR MIND!

>After the attack, the Shadow resumes his true form. After they both removed their masks, the belt comes to us... But I have a feeling there’s more to this belt than meets the eye. So I use my Third Eye to see a hidden compartment. I open it and is surprised to see what was inside.

(Picture originally from KK.)

Th- That’s...

>Flashback.

>Midtown High, 2015. It’s the first day of a new school for a fourteen-year-old Peter Parker. He was just walking up the steps when he was noogie by a familiar face.

Hey, Parker! Just thought I’d humbly welcome you to Midtown.

Hey, Flash. How was your summer?

Flash: Well, I tried to find a summer job to pay for certain expenses while I’m at school, but I’ve only come up with a few measly bucks. So I’m hoping you could spot me.

Peter: I don’t know, Flash. Aunt May gave me this money for the bus home.

Flash: (now being very indecent) Didn’t you know? Walking is good exercise. I know you of all people will need it, Puny Parker.

>Peter was at a lost. He didn’t know what to do... Until...

?????: Come on, Flash. Don’t do this. Not on the first day. Just leave him alone.

Flash: (mockingly) Or what? Your father will fire my father? Or better yet, your father will sue me?

?????: (sternly) You really want to go there?

Flash: Tch. Whatever. You can’t do anything without daddy anyway... Daddy’s boy.

>With that, Flash leaves. Peter turns to face his rescuer.

Sorry about him. He was like that to me when I started here.

Peter: Yeah, I already know him. He lives just a few blocks from me back in Queens.

Harry: I’d figured.

>Peter looked at Harry and immediately recognized him from a magazine.

Peter: Hey, I know you! You’re-

Harry: (looking down but smiling) I know. Norman Osborn’s son.

Peter: Actually... I was going to say Harry Osborn.

Harry: (a bit surprised) You... You know me by name? That’s actually a first. Well, it’s nice to meet you...

Peter: Peter. Peter Parker.

Harry: Peter Parker? ... Actually, Pete sounds good, too.

Peter: Pete?

Harry: Well, it way better than Puny.

Peter: Yeah, I guess it does. (starting to sound more happier)

Harry: Well, let me be the one to really welcome you to Midtown High School.

>The two boys smiled at each other as they walked inside... And that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

>Back in the present...

We didn’t know it until after school, someone saw us and drew us. Not sure why she drew Pete’s hoodie red, but it still turned out good. She gave it to us. I completely forgotten about it.

Shadow Peter: Same here. We were so happy then. What happened to us?

Skull: Norman Osborn. That’s what happened. The dude will do anything to make sure the Osborn Legacy lives on. But we know what kind of legacy it is. One built on lies, deception, and betrayal.

Shadow Harry: That’s right. I should have known about this from the start.

Skull: It’s not your fault. We were all fooled. Even I believed him. It turns out he was only using my mother to store his money. After the Oz Academy was destroyed, they took the money and the stuff my mom bought with it was repossessed. We’re just lucky she only bought some stuff. Just imaged what would have happened if she got a new place.

Shadow Harry: I think I can.

Crow: So, Peter, now you see just how much Harry regrets not believing you?

Shadow Peter: ... I guess so. I was just so angry, but didn’t want to show it because I should have known something like this would happen. I know Uncle Ben was right. But it was just so hard. I know I have friends to help me, but only Miles and Harry knew who I was under the mask. But with Harry being angry with me, I felt like Miles was the only one there. But now I think I was wrong. Harry... I’m sorry. And I forgive you for lashing out at you.

Shadow Harry: And I’m sorry, too. I should have believed you. I knew my father was up to something, but I was too scared to admit it. I was scared that I would only disappoint him. But now I know, I never needed his approval. No one can tell me how to live my life but me... I forgive you, Pete... I love you.

Shadow Peter: ... I love you too, Harry. (begins smiling)

>The two help each other up. They turn to us, smiling.

Shadow Peter: Thank you. We’ll return to our true selves and confess in the real world. It’s time the us in reality forgive each other and confess the truth.

Shadow Harry: And that’s a promise. I know my father is helpless now, but knowing him, we’re gonna need to stick together.

I couldn’t have said it better myself.

Same here.

>The two Shadows smiled at us. Then, the two embraced each other as they faded back to their true selves and we departed as well as the Palace crumbles.

>Cup O’Joe in the real world. We all got back safe and sound. We went inside to find Miles wait for us.

So, did you do it?

Take a look for yourself.

>I show Miles the Treasure. In reality, it was the picture in a gold frame.

Miles: Well that’s good, it means they’ll have a change of heart, right?

True. But it may take a while. These were some major Shadows, so all we can do is wait.

Miles: I guess. Besides, if anything happens, Peter’s aunt or someone at Oscorp would say something.

Well, what do we do with the Treasure?

For now, let’s just keep it to ourselves.

Yeah, it would cause some problems if someone saw a picture of Harry and recognize it.

Yusuke: Well, with that done, I think I could use some coffee. I am rather parched now.

That’s good. I could use a drink about now.

>As everyone went inside, me, Morgana, Ryuji, and Akechi stayed out.

Is something wrong?

I’m just wondering if this will work. I’ve had recent dreams about them.

I’ve been having dreams, too. Especially with what Otto Octavius will do and what will happen to Peter.

Ren: True. It sounds like things in that timeline are not going so well. But I’m sure things will be different in our timeline. We just have to believe and have faith.

Akechi: ... You’re right. There’s no guarantee this will end like it did in that timeline. Let’s just hope for the best.

Ryuji: Yeah, man. And if it does happen...

You can bet your ass we’ll be there to stop it.

Thanks, Ryuji kun.

>The two boys hug it out. We all make our way into the cafe with renewed hope and high spirits.

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All odds from #25-50 in the "Get to know my character" ask? It can be for any character. :D

And the shortest one of all, featuring a minor character!

25. Is there something traumatic from your character’s past that greatly affects them even to this day?

Keyah doesn’t particularly think so, though being fired from her previous job as a mailwoman kind of sucked.

She’s one of half a dozen acquaintances Naviyd managed to befriend in the aftermath of the war, and decided to follow along to this new Gabilan place because she was out of a job. Near two decades later, she is one of the many Oracles employed as scouts, since it turns out that her ability to communicate with corvids is pretty useful!

27. If your character was going to get arrested, what would be the most likely reason for it?

Feeding the ducks in an ornamental pond, when there’s a sign right next to it saying not to do so.

29. What is one of the most courageous things your character has ever done for a loved one?

Keyah may or may not have been arrested for non-duck related charges when, in fact, her cousin was the real guilty party. But Keyah wasn’t the one training to be a member of the Dawnguard, so she took the rap.

She was fined two months’ pay, and was fired.

31. Would your character be the kind capable of killing? Would they enjoy killing or only use it when necessary or, perhaps, refuse to kill no matter what?

Keyah is a deft hand with a shortbow and a throwing lance, but doesn’t generally kill unless she has to. She is, however, remarkably good at finding the weak spots on the various monsters that fall out of the sky, and she doesn’t care so much about slaying those.

33. If your character wanted to be alone, where would they go?

Keyah, being a scout, only has to wander out into the world in order to be alone, except for Corvo. Corvo, being a crow, may not be the best company.

35. Is your character afraid of death? If they got to choose how to die, how would they want to go?

Keyah isn’t particularly afraid of death. If she was, she wouldn’t be a postal worker in a pre-industrial world where bandits exist.

If she had to choose, she’d pick a death that also killed whatever killed her.

37. What are some of your character’s pet peeves? What are some things that annoy them or disgust them?

Keyah hates people who feed birds bread. She had to deal with Corvo making horrible noises whenever he got sick, and kept track of what made him upset forever after.

Also, she dislikes it when people clomp around in muddy boots without using welcome mats.

Finally, she hates the shit out of wannabe-woodsmen who go and get lost in the Gabilan wilderness and make her have to go and find them.

38. What kind of weather does your character like? Cloudy skies, rainy days, sunshine, etc?

Keyah prefers overcast skies, because it’s easiest to travel in that weather. She mainly quibbles about whether the ground is suitable for traveling.

41. Does your character’s family affect your character in any way?

Well, her cousin’s fuckup got her fired. But other than that, not especially. She likes being able to send money home to her aging parents, but otherwise is content with her work.

43. Does your character have a switch that changes aspects of their personality whether they are around friends, family, etc. Is there someone who gets to see their true self?

Speaking to Lumina brings out her dutiful and formal side, but she’s actually a pretty chill person and likes speaking to people more casually.

45. Is your character the kind to hide their true emotions or do they wear their heart on their sleeve?

She doesn’t lean especially hard in either direction.

47. Is your character outgoing? Would they be the leader of the friend group, or the quiet one that gets dragged along?

Keyah is middling in terms of sociability. She mostly goes to big fancy noble parties in order to steal a ton of alcohol and canapes.

49. What is something that your character has nightmares about? Are these frequent? Do they heavily affect your character’s mood?

Keyah doesn’t really get nightmares. She didn’t participate in the Kaltekan Civil War by virtue by running like the wind away from the front, avoiding its horrors, and is pretty well-adjusted.