so i watched episode 36 of campaign 3, saw my loves, screamed with my friends, then realized. god. this is like... the worst day ever for percy. imagine you’re just enjoying a quiet morning when your past trauma walks in through your office door with new faces. yikes.
i also saw some discourse about percy’s characterization in this episode, and thought i’d throw in my two cents in the form of a charcater study
title: all this bad blood here (won’t you let it dry?)
rating: teen and up
word count: 2.6k
genre: character study, introspection, weird lowercase ramblings but i do them while in character. also a dash of hurt/comfort for my tired boy
MAJOR SPOILERS FOR CAMPAIGN 3 OF CRITICAL ROLE. ALSO SPOILERS FOR CAMPAIGN 1, INCLUDING THE DALEN’S CLOSET ONE-SHOT
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percy is trying to be a good man.
he is a good man, sometimes. saying anything less would be discrediting vex, who has been telling him for over three decades that he is a good man. it is something she believes, and something he has been slowly convinced of.
but he knows - and vex knows - that no matter how good of a man he may or may not be, he is not a selfless man.
he is not altruistic. his heart does not bleed at every person’s sharp-edged grief, blades in their hands and eyes and words. he does not let them get close enough. he does not bleed out at the cries of the masses, throwing himself into the crowds, as keyleth does; he does not bleed out at the individuals who collapse at his door, holding them close, as pike does; he does not allow each a shallow cut at his chest, droplets of blood in a trail of goodwill, as vex does.
he will scratch his skin and bleed for his city. he will cut himself open and bleed out for his family. but he has nothing but sympathy - nothing except for sympathy - for those he does not know who have faced misfortune.
(it comes to everyone, eventually, and he’s had more than his share of it. the only blood spilled, then, was that of his family.)
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Cass and Jason dynamic, but because their morals are so conflicting they pretend not to know each other’s secret identites for the family’s sake
Harper: How can you just talk to Jason when you beat the shit out of him just last night?
Cass: What do you mean?
Harper: C’mon, Cass! You literally broke his helmet!
Cass: No, I broke Red Hood’s helmet.
Harper:
Cass:
Jason: Mornin’. Y’all doing alright?
Cass: Good morning, Jay.
Harper: I-
Harper: Forget it. I’d rather not ask.
Or even them in the batcave getting ready for patrol:
Jason: See you later, Cass.
Cass: Later.
Cass: [Looks away and puts her Batgirl mask]
Jason: [Puts his helmet on and turns to face her]
Cass: Red Hood.
Jason: Batgirl.
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Damian, handing Bruce a piece of paper with a very neat calendar on it: father, I will be taking a step back from my participation in our nightly patrols. I have carefully considered factors such as, but not limited to, school tests, most likely days for breakouts and when other people will be available. Here is my schedule.
Bruce: any particular reason you are stepping back from Robin?
Damian: I have reached an acceptable age and am by far mature enough, so I will be participating in Ramadan this year, father. Afterwards I will pick my duties up as normal, but with changed sleeping and eating patterns, this is the most logical step for now.
Bruce, who grew up with a jewish mother and christian father who were intent to raise him on some weird mix of the two, then a second father who was atheist, proceeded to lose his entire way in any form of religion due to losing himself in his teen years, took in Jewish boy, then a catholic one with religious trauma, then an atheist one who had no idea how to even approach the idea of religion, followed up by a pagan girl and already making seven different mental lists of things he will need to research, how to add aspects of Islam into their weird family holidays and trying desperately to show his support for his son: ....hnn
Damian: thank you father
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Mama Bat
There was a baby in the Batcave.
There was a baby in the Batcave.
There was a glowing, white haired, Lazarus green eyed baby floating in the freaking Batcave!
A baby that was currently wearing a superhero themed footy pajamas and making tiny circles in the air as they coo and make spit bubbles.
A baby Cass had found while on patrol... in Hong Kong before suddenly and somehow appearing in Gotham. In the Batcave.
Along with them, sitting innocently on the batcomputer chair was a baby bag (themed after Black Bat somehow) full of everything a baby needed a glowing green sticky note with purple handwriting on it.
'Cassandra Cain
Take care of our little Ghostling. Everything will make sense in due time.
P.S Daniel enjoys the stars.
-CW'
By the time Bruce finished reading the note aloud, Cass had manged to get a hold of the baby who was making happy noises and patting her cheek.
And a second later a blinding light overtook the baby and once the light was gone, the baby now had black hair and bright blue eyes.
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