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codenamed-queenie · 4 years

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#BatsInQuarantine

I am going insane. So I poured my restlessness into one long and very detailed post and got super into it. Please enjoy this hot mess.

The Justice League, being the well-meaning virus-proof Super Friends that they are, took one good look at the news, one good look at their non-powered friends Ollie, Bruce, and their families, and collectively decided that these normal humans must be Protected At All Costs.

Now, keep in mind, Bruce is never one to roll over when it comes to being benched.

However, he understands the importance of social distancing. He knows he needs to set a good example for his kids, and keep up appearances as Gotham’s Most Responsible Multi-Billionaire.

So. Quarantine it is.

But how are his kids handling it?

Dick -

100% on board in the beginning. Gotta do the Responsible Thing. Gotta set a Good Example. Besides, guys, this is gonna be Fun. Quality Family Time is always a Must.

He lasted 2 days.

Then he started to get twitchy.

And as everyone knows? A Trapped Dick Grayson is a Feral Dick Grayson.

He bounces off the walls.

Literally.

“I have to climb.”

“Dick, no.”

“I have to climb everything.”

Has scaled the manor 16 times already. Has climbed the chandelier. The banister. Bruce. The roof. The Cave. Anything in the house that’s been bolted down and especially anything that hasn’t.

Duke found him clinging to the wall 10 ft off the ground like Spiderman and screamed so loud it shattered glass.

Desperate for news of the outside.

He thrives off of it like a starving man.

Was the one to suggest he and Barbara take a break to Social Distance from each other (”Sorry, babe, kissing spreads germs”) and experienced Instant Regret(TM) approximately 5 minutes after.

The Family has labelled him a Flight Risk Level 1 (Most likely to say f**k it and make a break for the outside world)

Jason -

Accidentally got trapped inside the manor with the others when Bruce called Shutdown. If he had his way, he’d be chilling in his favorite safe-house right now, binging The Witcher with Roy and Artemis, and not worrying about finding a stray brother in his sock drawer.

But he’s nothing if not an opportunist.

The way he sees it, Jason has 3 options:

Self Improvement

Self Isolation (See Duke, Cass, and Damian)

Descension Into Madness (See Dick and Steph)

And, well, he always wanted to try a few things. Now he’s got the free time to do it.

So he settles on baking.

Alfred’s got enough food and raw ingredients stored up to feed an army. (Not because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder in times like these. But because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder all the time. Just try feeding 11+ teenagers sometime.)

Uses recipes he finds off Google.

His first few attempts are, in a word, ‘tragic’.

Alfred slips him a few of his recipe cards, and Jason suddenly starts seeing Results.

Turns out he’s pretty good at this baking thing once he gets the hang of it.

Hope everyone’s okay eating nothing but pie, macaroons, biscuits, and whatever else Jason whips up.

Cause that’s gonna be the only food left by the time he’s done.

Barbara -

Self-quarantined with her dad.

They’ve been binge-watching classic black and white movies together.

It’s a fun time, but she’s started to get a little antsy. Loving her dad and wanting to be around him 24/7 are, understandably, mutually exclusive.

Calls the manor to video-chat every day.

For her sanity just as much as theirs.

Gives everyone little challenges to film on their phones and send in. She makes compilations of everyone’s submissions so they can all watch and laugh together.

Bonus points for Creativity

One comp shows the family trying to drop Mentos into coke bottles.

Dick did a handstand, and dropped his Mento from the second story balcony.

Tim did it wearing the Batman cowl. The soda exploded into his face, and the rest of the video is just Bruce’s Shrieking.

Stephanie tried it, but the bottle tipped. Everyone on camera screamed as the bottle rocketed through the front window.

She spends most of her calls having one-on-one convos with Dick.

They’ve come up with little code phrases so they can be Cheesy even with family members lurking in the background.

She thinks the way he clings to the monitor is cute.

Almost like he’s giving her a hug through the screen.

(It’s easier than letting herself worry about his mental state, at least)

Tim -

Oh this boy.

Freaked out for the first five minutes before he decided ‘hey wait, Bruce is letting me stay in my pajamas all day? Noice.’

Now he’s just vibing.

The rest of his family is Low-Key shielding him.

He Has No Spleen, you see.

Steph: “Someone could cough on him and he could die!”

He just goes about his day, playing Animal Crossing like there’s no tomorrow, tinkering on projects, taking naps, etc. Living his best life.

Meanwhile there’s always someone lurking behind him, keeping watch, keeping him safe.

Dick sneezed within 5 feet of Tim once (the fact that he was on top of the dusty bookshelf Tim was perusing is irrelevant)

Jason still full-body tackled him the second Tim’s back was turned.

No one with any symptoms--

Like, any symptoms. They don’t even have to be Corona-related.

--is allowed within 10 feet of Tim.

Tim has been wandering the manor for weeks, now, without seeing another human being.

(He sees Dick on the ceiling sometimes, but that doesn’t really count)

He’s been trying increasingly drastic pranks and shenanigans to draw someone, anyone, out.

But it doesn’t matter how many times he steals Damian’s sword, or sets fire to Jason’s brownie bites.

Nobody wants to risk it.

Cass -

No one has seen her since quarantine started.

Everyone is approximately 87% sure she’s somewhere in the manor though

Because she does eat the meals Alfred leaves out for her.

Or at least someone does, at any rate.

(Jason and Santa top the running suspects list)

Santa was Steph’s suggestion. For some reason it snowballed.

It’s assumed that Cass misunderstood the meaning of ‘social distancing’ and took it too far.

But no one knows for sure.

She is Tim’s Guardian Angel.

People who so much as clear their throats a little too loudly anywhere near him suddenly wake up on a different floor of the house four hours later.

Duke came closest to spotting her while he was up in the attic.

Either that, or there’s another Creepy Sister everyone forgot to tell him about living up there.

She is silent, and watchful, sticking to the shadows, but she does leave the occasional note out to brighten her siblings’ day.

Things like ‘helo i love u’ and ‘hop u ar ok’ mostly.

She is bound and determined to protect her family from this invisible threat, no matter the cost.

Steph -

Like Dick, she was Super Pumped at first.

(Just kind of showed up at Wayne Manor before quarantine was enacted. The original purpose of her visit is unclear, but regardless, she’s Trapped.)

Also Like Dick, her descent into madness was swift.

She is impossible to pin down.

Not like Cass or Damian, who’ve stayed off the grid, and are therefore Untraceable.

No. She’s impossible to pin down, because she never stops moving.

Switches seamlessly between Zumba on top of the Giant Dinosaur in the Batcave, and furiously knitting Alfred (the Cat) a sweater with a pair of Tim’s used chopsticks.

Braided everyone’s hair while they were asleep.

Even Bruce’s.

She tried to do Tim’s, but somehow blacked out and regained consciousness in the attic.

When she woke up with a scream and a furiously twitching eye, she startled Duke out of his Makeshift Fort he built out of old cardboard boxes and antique furniture. He’s had to resort to finding a new hiding place.

Sometimes, on the rare occasions she does sit still, staring off into the distance, she’ll suddenly start laughing hysterically. This may last between thirty seconds and thirty minutes, depending entirely on how long it’s been since she’s knitted a cat sweater or done cartwheels through every room in the house.

Blew up the greenhouse out back, somehow.

Everyone has agreed not to talk about it.

Some people were built to handle prolonged time inside their homes.

Stephanie Brown is not that way.

Damian -

Damian Wayne Cannot Be Contained.

At least not inside the house.

He took off thirty-six hours into quarantine.

Thanks to the security equipment around the borders of the Wayne Estate, he can’t escape the grounds.

(He’s tried and failed multiple times. Jason and Bruce have a running bet on how many times the perimeter alarms will go off per day.)

(Jason is winning.)

He wanders the grounds with Titus as his only companion.

The two of them run laps, practice drills, and find ways to occupy their time.

No one’s entirely sure what those ways are.

In fact, nobody knows exactly where Damian is at any given time.

Only that he is Out There.

And he’s the best security system Wayne Manor’s ever had.

So far, he’s stopped five groups of civilians scaling the perimeter walls before the lasers and electric nets even have a chance to deploy.

They were trying to break in and steal supplies.

(Even ones they already had in surplus. Like Toilet Paper.)

He’s also stopped Dick from escaping twelve (12) times.

Drags him back by his shirt collar and deposits him on the welcome mat.

Usually with a note for Alfred/Jason, requesting more fruit tarts.

Duke -

Did not leave the attic for two weeks.

Then Steph discovered his hiding spot (read: was dumped there by Cassandra) which forced him to relocate to the basement.

Yes, it turns out Wayne Manor does have a basement.

This was a surprise to Duke, who always thought that the Batcave was Bruce Wayne’s basement.

Alfred keeps him supplied with all the necessities:

i.e. food, magazines, assorted pastries from Jason’s latest batch, usually straight out of the oven.

Duke also snagged the Manor’s Alexa.

She has become a sort of ‘Wilson’ to Duke’s ‘Chuck Noland’.

She is his only comfort. His only ally.

He’s determined to wait out this quarantine, doing his best to avoid the others.

Duke has seen these people under pressure.

He knows exactly what he’s dealing with.

Duke: “Alexa is the only motherf****r in this madhouse I ever respected.”

*offended butler noises from the other room*

Duke: “And also Alfred.”

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pl-panda · 3 years

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To Marry a Vigilante: Part 6

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Even if she tried to downgrade her reaction to learning that the class was held hostage, Marinette was still nervous. No amount of rationalizing that they were mean or that they didn’t care one bit about her helped. She just couldn’t help but worry about them.

Damian tried his best to understand her, but he really didn’t feel any empathy toward them. Idiots brought it upon themselves. He wouldn’t cry after them. Instead, he took it upon himself to distract his beloved from her stress. They were in the middle of the second Disney movie when she finally dozed off in his arms. Given his luck, that was the moment Selina decided to enter the room.

“Oh. I’m sorry to interrupt.” She said with a face that clearly meant she wasn’t even a bit sorry.

“Tt. You’re lucky Angel’s asleep.” He scoffed, making sure not to be too loud.

“Angel huh? The best I ever got from Bruce was ‘Kitty’, and even that was only out of the suit. You’re moving fast.”

“Shut up.” The scowl on his face was evident.

“Why aren’t you roof-running with the rest of them?” She asked, dropping the teasing (for now).

“I told father I would no longer carry the mantle of Robin.” He revealed. It wasn’t much of a secret, but beyond Bruce, only Alfred knew. Their butler knew everything and then some more.

“Whoa!” Seline looked genuinely surprised. “What brought this on? Don’t tell me you’re planning on settling down with a wife.” Her grin returned.

“Tt. Will you people stop?”

“No. Now answer the question pip-squeak.”

“For the record, I’m almost your height now.” He sighed before taking a sneaky gaze at his wife. “Did Bruce tell you about Paris?”

“Not really.” She made a pensive face.

“Then I am honor-bound to withhold any more information.”

She looked at him, trying to judge what it was really about, but Selina kept getting distracted by how cute the two teens looked. If she didn’t know, she would assume they were dating for at least two years, not barely a semester. There was this trust that Damian refused to show anyone else, maybe beside Dick sometimes.

“Fine. But I hope when the time comes, you’ll speak to us.” She was about to leave, but something stopped her. “And if you want to avoid more teasing, try not to have your ‘beloved’ fall asleep in your arms where the cameras can see.” She smirked and left the teens alone. Damian groaned. He was really digging his own grave.

“Dami…” Marinette murmured. For a moment, he thought that he woke her up, but she just snuggled closer and returned to sleep.

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A cloaked figure was making strides through the city, trying to keep to the shadows. The streets of Gotham were mostly empty at that hour, but those who still dwelled usually didn’t have good intentions. And even in a city where a group of people in fancy suits was more efficient than the police, someone in a full black cloak with a hood to boot would attract attention sooner or later.

“Hey! Look at that, boys. Someone’s trying to play bat.” A group of burly men stepped their way.

They received no answer.

“What? Bat’s got your tongue? What say you drop the costume and we can see who’s there,” the supposed leader taunted.

They received no answer.

“Oh come on! We can play too!” One of them smiled. He was more perceptive and noted that the figure’s body was not only small but slightly more curvaceous. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

Still, no reaction.

Angered by the lack of any reaction (and slightly tipsy), one of the men tried to push the cloaked person. Their supposed victim reacted by stepping to the side. What happened next froze all of the onlookers’ blood.

With one swift motion, the figure brought a blue weapon down on their companion and it went right through his neck. When she pulled it out, the fancy fan unfolded. From under the black hood, a blue face looked at the would-be attackers. It was definitely female, but it was impossible to make out the age.

“You’re not worthy to even lick my boots, peasant,” she sneered before looking at the others. “Neither are you.”

She folded her fan and rushed forward.

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The next day started mostly normal for Marinette. She did wake up curled into Damian’s side, which was nice. Her mother then showed her at least twenty pictures of them sleeping cuddled together, which was embarrassing. She promised to save them for when she was older, which was a dreadful image. Damian brought her coffee in the morning, which was great. He was so thoughtful.

“Mari? Mari? Sweetie?” Her mother waved her hand in front of the girl. “When you stop daydreaming about your lover-boy, can you pay attention?”

“Sorry, Maman.”

“Don’t worry. I was once young too.” Her mother nodded understandingly. “But could you please pay attention? That goes to you too, young man.” She raised her head to send Damian a light glare.

“I apologize for my lack of attention.”

“Today the class is having a trip to the mall, to buy anything they did not bring with them. Caline forced this when it turned out that several girls had nothing to wear for the Gala, which they were apparently ‘not informed about’,” Sabine scoffed.

“Tt. They were. It was that Angel refused to give them free clothes,” Damian interluded.

“I offered to make them the dresses. I even caved and offered a discount.” She grinned. “It’s not my fault all my prices are adjusted to my usual clients.”

“And the fact that your usual clients are celebrities who deemed anything lower an insult to their persona is irrelevant,” Chloé added, walking into the room. She barely managed to get to the chair before collapsing. Whatever possessed her to ask Cassandra Cain for training?

“They didn’t!” Mari protested, but she didn’t put much heart into it.

“Shush! I’m your agent now.”

“I know Chlo. You don’t need to flaunt it.”

“You’re kidding? I’m the girl behind MDC. Suck it, mother!” She shouted at the ceiling, even though it was physically impossible for Audrey to hear her.

“Tt. Moving back to the subject?”

“Oh! Don’t mind me now. I’m having fun.” Sabine smiled at the kids. “But yes, the class is going to be visiting the mall. In theory, you three should be joining them.”

“But?”

“But I would prefer if you kept your distance from them,” Sabine responded harshly. “I don’t want you mixing yourself with a bad crowd Sweetie.”

“Got it, Mom. We will be visiting a smaller shopping district then. I need to fashion masks for all three of us.”

“Won’t masks be provided at the gala?” The woman asked, surprised.

“Tt. Only for those who don’t bring theirs.” Damian clarified.

“Good. One more thing.” She turned to the only boy in the room. “Damian, I trust you to keep both of them safe today. Otherwise, you will have three angry assassins on your neck for the rest of your short life.” She threatened, ignoring the exasperated expression on Mari’s face and Chloé who was checking her nails.

“Three?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I told you that Sandra adores Marinette. And Cassandra shares our feelings toward her newest cousin.”

It took all of Damian’s willpower to remain calm. The idea of Cass, Lady Shiva, and Sabine chasing him was terrifying. “Of course, Madame. I will guard them with all my strength.”

“Then have fun kids! Tom promised to drop you off when he goes to the market and Bruce let him take one of the cars.”

“I’ll go pack up,” the two girls said at the same time. They giggled before running to their respective rooms. Damian just stared after them for a moment, shrugged, and left for his room to get dressed.

When he opened his wardrobe, a line full of ready sets consisting of black turtlenecks and dark-gray jeans, all already ironed and fresh. Together with the morning toilet, it took him a total of seventeen minutes and forty-three seconds to get ready. When he arrived in the main hall, he saw Tom sitting leisurely and reading through the newspaper.

“Tt. Sir, shouldn’t we be leaving?”

“Oh! Damian!” The baker lightened up. “Why would we need to be leaving? The girls left to get ready only a… fifteen minutes ago.” He looked like he was looking for another word, but changed his mind when he couldn’t find it.

“Closer to twenty,” the boy couldn’t help but correct, “but it means they will be ready soon.”

Tom laughed loudly. Damian sent the older man a questioning look, but he had to wait for him to calm down. “You never had to wait for a girl to get ready in the morning, did you?” Tom questioned once he calmed down.

“I do not see the relation…”

“Find yourself somewhere to sit. Most likely we won’t be leaving in at least an hour.” The baker cheerfully suggested.

“But…”

“It’s how the universe works and the sooner you get used to it, the better. A piece of advice: don’t rush them or it will get worse.”

“Um… I still want to know why…”

“Everyone does, but some questions don’t have answers.” Tom laughed.

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“Damian! Look at that fabric! I’ve never seen it in stores before!” Marinette dragged her beloved toward the wall of various bales. She showed him yet another fabric, that he couldn’t really separate from three previous ones. Unless you count the color that is.

“It is indeed interesting…” He tried to find the word, but Mari was too far gone to pay him any attention. When he used to listen to his brothers whining after shopping trips with the girls, he always dismissed it as fairy tales. Now, he regretted that he didn’t listen to Tom’s warning and hadn’t brought a wireless earset. The kind that only uses one ear so he could still hear what Marinette and Chloé talked about.

“Mari! Look at that one!” The blonde in question pointed to one that was placed quite high. It was black and when reflected light, seemed to glow purple and dark-gold. Interesting, but it held little tactical value.

“Perfect. Dami, could you reach it?”

“Sorry, Angel, you’re the one with wings here.” He said the first thing that came to his mind.

His beloved blushed. Chloé just shook her head and muttered something about diabetes.

After shopping for fabrics, a new sketchbook, several sets of sketching pencils, and some wires, Damian finally got them to go grab a bite. The whole way he kept skulking. Marinette had forbidden him from paying for any materials or clothes. He wanted to!

Of course, the moment their order was brought had to be the moment a villain made an entrance. Firefly zoomed into the calm street and immediately started to set things on fire. The girls immediately jumped into action, herding the panicking crowd and accelerating the evacuation. Damian took cover and sent a quick text to Oracle before joining Marinette and Chloé with crowd control. It was quite impressive to see the blonde grab the guy twice her size and force him to run the other way. Marinette focused on gathering as many stray kids as possible and guiding them away. There went his hope of not ending up like Father.

It was going okay, the villain seemed more focused on making the buildings burn than attacking the defenseless civilians. Up until he flew over the entrance dropping napalm and cutting them off. Marinette immediately jumped between Firefly and the group of kids she was leading. Damian and Chloé were by her side faster than one could say ‘wedding dress’.

“I told you Katana is a viable accessory.” He grumbled. That reminded Mari. He noticed that her red dress (his favorite) gained a broad red sash tightly wrapped around her. It had no noticeable clip holding it in place, so he assumed she just made some adjustments. Now he watched her unroll it to reveal her Christmas rope dart wrapped around her. She quickly grabbed the end and allowed it to fall loose on the ground.

“At least now we aren’t entirely defenseless.” She stated confidently. This was not Marinette the Parisian girl. This was Marinette the Ladybug, with or without a suit.

“And what do we have here?” Firefly floated not so far away. “A whole collection of new…” He didn’t get to finish. Marinette immediately attacked, hoping to attract his attention away from the kids. Damian cursed loudly. He wanted to leap into action, but he knew that Chloé stood no chance to protect the kids alone.

The rope dart stuck Firefly in the arm, making a deep cut and letting some blood out, but the heat of his surrounding cauterized the wound. It didn’t seem to bother him. Instead, the villain aimed his flame gun at the girl who was already away from the group.

“I will make you burn!” He shouted and opened fire. The girl he was aiming at used her rope to pull herself away faster and avoid the flames.

In the distance, one could hear the sound of sirens, announcing the arrival of the police and fire department. They were still several minutes away and even then Firefly was probably too hard to capture without specialized gear. Or a rope dart.

Marinette spun it several times in circles before releasing her weapon like a deadly projectile. Thanks to a quick flick of her wrist, the rope wrapped around the criminal’s ankle. He didn’t expect it, and when she yanked hard, he lost control over his jetpack for just a moment. It was enough for her to release the ties and gather the rope back. By the time Firefly managed to regain stability, she was already launching another projectile. This time, the dart flew straight and went right through his gun. There were several sparks, but as the rope was isolated she stood her ground. Yanking on the rope, she made him let go of the flame thrower before it exploded. The item fell on the ground and she pulled the now-free dart back while dodging for cover.

Damian saw the gun sparking and without thinking picked the loose sewer cover and jumped in front of the kids. Chloé used a nearby trash can to form a wall between them while the lid served as her shield. The barricade would be useless if someone aimed at them, but it did a fine job shielding the group of eight kids from exploding a flamethrower. They had to drop their defense as soon as the explosion passed, and their hands still got hurt regardless. But they probably saved eight kids from heavy scarring.

Firefly did not have the same luck. The explosion caught him in the middle and the knockback pinned him to the wall. When he got over the daze, he was met with several police guns aimed at him.

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Watching the reunion of kids caught in the fire with their parents was heartwarming for Marinette. She was proud of her husband and best friend. Their quick action definitely saved several lives.

“Excuse me, miss?” A policeman in a long brown coat came to her. The paramedics already cleared her and one gave her the number of a trusted therapist if she needed to talk with someone. “Commissioner Gordon.” He introduced himself. “I was told you were the one that took down the villain…”

“It was an accident.” She spoke quickly. “I mean I didn’t try to take him down. He came over to where I was hiding with the kids. I thought he was about to burn us so I just acted on instincts. Get attention, move away from the group, keep attention, strike with everything at your disposal.” She recited.

“That… Where did you learn that?” He stared at her. She was very young but spoke with the experience of someone who dealt with this on a daily basis.

“Paris was dealing with a supervillain for the last four years. My class was a hotspot for his possessions.” She took a deep breath to calm down. “Even before the attacks started, I was taking martial arts classes. I upped the intensity after that.”

“Hm… I see. And your weapon…?” Commissioner asked, pointing at the rope dart now wrapped around her waist. She didn’t yet have time to put the sash back on.

“Oh! Rope Darts are my weapon of choice. Easy to carry around, fast, good for non-lethal takedowns, and can be made into a fashionable accessory.” She smiled.

“Indeed. Even before that, you and your friends were herding the stray children and directing adults to the nearest exit.”

“Same. I’m not sure how it works in Gotham, but in Paris, it was important to get people away from the ak… possessed person.” She corrected herself for the sake of not explaining everything. “Some of them tended to make civilians into puppets.”

“It was still brave of you. I didn’t get your name.”

“It’s Marinette, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Nice to meet you, Commissioner.” She gave him a bright smile.

“Thank you for your service, Miss Dupain-Cheng.” He saluted the girl before walking away, muttering about reports. Now she only had to explain things to the adults at the Wayne Manor.

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#batman #BatFam #maribat #maridami #marinette dupain cheng #guardian!marinette #marinette x damian #Damian Wayne #damienette #Damian al Ghul #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous lb #Miraculous!Sabine #Assassin!Sabine #Superhero!Sabine #sabine cheng #arranged marriage AU

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hobbitsnapes · 4 years

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The Red Hoods Protègè chapter 4

Older Damian Wayne x ofc

(Photo made by my lovely friend @bakketsux)

Summary:Red hood has taken a young vigilante under his wing and subsequently changes Damians life forever. (I suck at summary’s)

A/N: I know this doesn’t have anything to do with the story, but with what is happening with our world/country I want to put this out for you all. Times are tough and our world is in need of more love. I want everyone to feel and give out as much love as they can to even those who don’t love you. Please if are able to text ‘FLOYD’ to 55156.

As Jason and angel get to their apartment and climb the many steps, they have a comfortable silence over the both of them. Jason goes and unlocks the front door with his key and they both walk in and take their masks off. Angel taking off the hood that is secure to her head along with her domino mask that Jason gave to her.

The smell of food from what they assume to be from Roy filling the small apartment. They both walk into the kitchen to see a pizza box on the counter with a note attached. ‘Since you guys will be in late.’ Both grab a piece and start eating in the empty room with nothing but the moon coming from the widows to light the room.

“Hey after I’m done I’m gonna hop in the shower okay.” “Okay little one.” “You know I’m not that much younger than you.” She says with a laugh. “But are you still younger than me?” “Yes..” “then you’re my little one, little one.”

He starts to chuckle as she goes to her room to change out of her suit. As she peels off her suit starting with the secret notches in her suit, then to the hidden zipper in the front, a sigh escapes her when she gets the material off of her skin and can feel the cold breeze on her hot skin. As the suit comes off her back, a shiver runs up her spine when the cold hits her scars. She doesn’t pay attention to it as she removes her bra and panties and puts on her robe. She takes her suit and puts it on the dresser to wash later.

She steps out of the room to see the kitchen and living room to be empty, a light coming from under Jason’s door.

She walks to the bathroom and switches the light on, engulfing the room with light. She takes a look at herself in the mirror first checking for anything on her face, she sees that when she looks at her hair, blonde is coming in the roots. “Hey jay!” She yells. “Yeah?” “Tomorrow can I go to the shop and get some hair dye?” Jason steps out of his room with his sleeping clothes on. “That’s if you get me some as well, I’ve needed to dye mine for weeks now.” “Okay I’ll just get the same one then.” “Okay, goodnight little one.” “Night jay jay.”

She shuts the door and turns the water on and sets it to a warm temperature. She strips from her robe and sets it on the counter.

She steps into the shower and lets the water engulf her and sighs at the comfort it brings. She grabs her sponge and lathers in in soap as she gingerly rubs her body down from the sweat that collected on her body. Taking extra care on any healing wounds from previous nights. As she reaches up to wash the top of her shoulder blades a sharp pain runs through her and a small cry leaves her as the pain sets in until she lowers her arms. She waits for the pain to subside to get back under the water. She puts her head under the water and lets the water wash the soap from her body and wet her hair. She grabs the shampoo and lathers her scalp and smiles at the minty cooling it brings.

She stands in the water for a few minutes even after she’s finished washing her hair. She’s so tired she could fall asleep in here.

She shuts the water off and steps into the steamy room and grabs a towel and drys off, putting the towel on her head to dry her hair as she puts her robe on. She goes back to her room to see her suit is no longer on the dresser. Jay must’ve come and gotten them. She smiles as she grabs a shirt that she took from Jason one of the first nights that she came to live here. Even after a year of training it’s still fitting like a dress on her. She gets into bed and lets the comfort of her bed put her to sleep.

She comes into the apartment with a bag containing 2 boxes of black hair dye and a snack for later. “Jay jay im home!” “Bathroom!” “You taking a shit?” “No!” “You naked?” “No” “okay then.”

She enters the bathroom and is met with Jason, bent down to see the top of his head, with a fine tooth comb trying to take the white tuft of hair away from the rest of his hair but failing miserably. “Want some help?” “Please.” She chuckles as Jason sits on the toilet and grabs the comb and starts Sectioning his white bit from his hair. “Why don’t you dye this bit, I never understood why you keep it.” “Makes me look badass.” A laugh rumbles from her and Jason joins in with her. “Yeah and the 6’4 height and the 200 plus pounds of Muscle along with guns isn’t enough.” “Hey plenty of guys have that, who else can say they got a white tuft of hair?” “Old guys, maybe you are getting old now!” “You little shithead.” Jason grabs her sides and starts tickling her, as she lets out a laugh and a cry and tries folding her body from him and he gets up and keeps tickling her sides. “ST-O-PP II-TT!” She laughs “STOP IT DAD!” The tickling stops as she gasps and looks away from Jason. She feels his large arms wrap around her and is squished to his chest. She wraps her arms around him as well. “Okay then I’ll stop, daughter.” A few tears threaten to leave her eyes but she wipes them away on his shirt.

As they untangle their arms from around each other Jason kisses the top of her forehead, a smile breaking on her face. Jason sits back down while she takes the white hair and ties them with a small rubber Elastic and pins them away as to not get any dye on it.

She prepares the dye and puts it in a paper bowl and dips the brush into the mix, and starts off by painting the hair around the white. Then once that is coated she spreads more dye on his hair, getting it in well on his strawberry blonde roots and coating all the hair until it’s fully saturated in the now dark dye. She wraps his hair in cling film. Leaving out the white bit.

She sits down as Jason takes the other box and mixes the dye. He puts the gloves on and takes a glob and puts it in her hair, some drips on her forehead and she laughs at the scared look on Jason’s face. “Maybe don’t pick up so much dye in one go eh.” “Yeeaahh I’ll remember that next time.” He takes a washcloth he has ready for this very purpose and wipes the dye from her forehead. She chuckles at the look of pure Concentration on Jason’s face, even his tongue sticks out a little bit. He carefully rubs the dye into her hair and a calm silence overcomes the two. When it’s all in she wraps her hair in cling film and waits another 20 minutes for Jason’s hair to Process.

Once the 20 minutes has passed they go into the kitchen and Jason bends down to get his head in the sink. She starts washing the dye from his hair and makes sure not to get any in the white. Once it’s washed out her hair is ready. “Now I’ll try not to get any water in your ear like last time.” “You better not.”

Jason starts rubbing the dye out of her hair, another silence overcomes them as the water turns from black to clear. She gets up and puts her hair in a towel. The two walk into the living room and sit down on the couch. “What do you wanna watch?” “Umm, I don’t know.” “Have you seen the Harry Potter movies?” “No?” Jason gasps. “Okay I know what we’re doing for the rest of the day.”

He gets up and goes over to his stack of movies and picks one to go into the tv slot. “While you do that I’m getting something to eat.” She goes to the fridge and sees what she’s been waiting for all day. She grabs the yogurt and a spoon and plops on the couch with Jason. “How can you eat that shit?” “It’s the most wonderful and Decadent food in all of existence.” She says as she puts the spoon in her mouth. They relax as the first scene comes on and prepare to watch what will probably take up the rest of their day.

As Damian walks down the hallway of the manor he’s greeted by Alfred. “Master Damian, master dick has requested you to go to the family room for ‘brother time.’ I brought sandwiches and lemonade for you both.” “Thank you Alfred.” Damian groans as he walks towards the living room. The sound of the large TV is heard down the hallway the further he gets to the room. Damian walks in and sees dick laying on one of the large couches facing the TV. “Hey dames, come on in.” Damian rolls his eyes as dick sits up and he joins him on the couch. “What do you want, you never just invite me to watch a movie.” “I know, I was here helping Bruce with a case and we got it figured out faster than we thought and I’ve got nothing to do today. So I thought we’d have some brotherly bonding time.” “Can’t you do that with drake?” “He’s out with steph today.” “And Todd?” “Damian...you know he doesn’t talk to us anymore..hasn’t for a while.” “Probably because he’s got his hands full with that annoying little brat hes taken in.” “Wait what? What do you mean?” “Last month father and I went out one night to a large drug trade and found the place filled with bodies. When we found the couplet it was Todd and said he wanted to show us their work. He’s taken in a young girl and calls her his Protègè. And god she’s Insufferable and won’t shut up and is a fucking Nuisance.” “Oh yeah, what makes her that way?” “She’s always saying something snarky, always with a smug look on her face and makes inappropriate comments towards me.” “What kind of comments does she make? And why does it bother you so much dames?” “I’m done talking about her, if I keep thinking about her I’ll get a headache.” “Okay then..” dick says with a smile. “What do you want to watch?” “I don’t care, just nothing annoying.” “You find everything annoying.” “Not everything, just most things. Besides father and I leave for patrol in a few hours.” “Ever seen Chicago P.D.?” “No.” “Then we’re watching that.”

When Damian walks down to the cave he sees his father is already in his suit. “I need you to hurry up tonight, Croc escaped the asylum and is in downtown Gotham.” “Got it.” He hurried to get dressed and grab his things faster than normal.

Catastrophe, all that was around them was destroyed apart from the tall buildings that stood high into the sky. Cars where abandoned with windows broken. Glass and Debris scattered all over the ground, crunching against their boots as the walked around trying to find where croc went.

A scream could be heard on the other street over, Batman and robin running towards it. They cane to a halt when they saw croc holding a woman in the air, about to rip her apart when a bullet was shot into crocs foot. The beast let out a roar and threw the woman, both men running towards them to not only save the wounded woman but to stop croc. As Batman runs to fight croc, Damian crouches down to pick the injured woman. That is until he hears another person running towards them. It’s her. “You go help Batman and I’ll take her to safety.” Angel picks up the woman and runs towards the other street, presumably to where the cops are.

As Damian goes to help his father he gets hit by the tail of croc, throwing him to the ground a few feet away. Croc sets his eyes on the fallen robin, and charges at him raising his claws to strike him. But before he could be ripped apart a shot fires and hits crocs hand. As croc clutches his hand in pain, Damian feels arms wrap around him, pulling him up. “Are you hurt??” “No im fine!” “Then do your fucking job and try not to get killed!” Angel takes a rock next to her and throws it at crocs head. Angering him and having him charge at the both of them. Damian takes his grappling gun and shoots croc in the head and pulls him to the ground and kicks his head into the ground. Angel gets on top of croc and beats his head into the ground until croc gets back up and she swings off from him before he can fling her off. Red hood appears and shoots croc in the knee. Croc falling to the ground in pain. Batman comes and kicks crocs head into the ground again, finally Knocking him unconscious.

“You know I didn’t need your help!” “Hmm yeah, totally looked that way when you just laid there when he was about to rip you apart!” “We had it under control!” “You had it under control as much as you control your angel issues.” “DO YOU EVER SHUT THE HELL UP!!” “Don’t be fucking MAD AT ME THAT I SPEAK THE TRUTH! EVERYONE JUST TIP TOES AROUND YOU BUT GUESS WHAT I WONT! You’re just fucking mad that I speak the truth!” “IF IT WASN’T FOR THIS CODE I WOULD’VE KILLED YOU BY NOW!!” “ROBIN! STOP IT NOW!”

Damian didn’t hear his father when he charged at her, no longer able to control his anger. He grips her arms and throws her, her landing on the ground. She reaches back and hits him as hard as she can in the mouth, stunning him for a second as she flips around, slamming her thighs around his neck and locking him in a choke hold. “You know, most people in this Position are in very different Circumstances. If you weren’t such a prick I’d offer to try it out sometime.” She gets off of him as he gasps for breath. He hits her and throws her again, against a car and walks away.

“You know, I looked up to you when I was on the streets. Thought you and him were a symbol of good, justice, and to help others. Now I see you’re just a broken man who can’t handle when someone challenges you and gets angry when someone defies you. Robin is supposed to help people, to help the greater good and to save this city. You’re no robin.” When he turns around she’s gone. When he heard her, a pain shot through his heart. He let his anger control him, he was becoming what his mother trained him to be. A soldier that ends anybody who defies his beliefs.

As him and his father speed away awards the manor, a silence fills the space. Damian looking down just thinking. He’s not thinking about one thing in particular, more a jumble of things that he can’t put into parts and Sort through.

When they reach the manor Damian gets out and starts walking away, not even bidding Alfred or his father a goodnight. Both men watching him walk away with tense and rushed footsteps.

The sound of his door opening brings Damian back to reality. He walks into the room with his head still down. He goes to the bathroom, striping from his suit and getting into the shower. He scrubs all the sweat and grime from his body and washes his hair.

As Damian gets out of the shower he looks in the mirror and sees a bruise starting to form on his neck, from the girl who may Infuriate him, but also he let down because of his anger, a lesser but still strong pain shoots him in the heart at the thought. Her usual arrogant and snarky voice sounding disappointed and, pained. How many others has he let down since becoming robin? How many no longer look at robin as a symbol of hope. How many no longer think of robin being good, all because of him. The thought hurts him to think as he climbs into bed. The pained sound of her voice ringing in his head until sleep overcomes him.

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heart of stone (10/?)

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Friday finally rolls around again, and Janis is packing up her stuff again and getting ready to go home. Her mom is down the hall with some of the other kid’s moms, probably swapping stories about treatments and comparing the nurses.

As Janis has bonded with the kids on the ward, the parents have done the same; meeting for coffee in the hospital cafeteria or gathering in someone’s empty room to chat. Sometimes it’s about cancer, of course, but their topics have been getting more and more diverse lately. Just days ago Janis walked in on her mom discussing gardening with none other than Maddie’s mom and she’s overheard them talking about the Kardashians over breakfast. And of course, their moms talk about what they were like as little kids, and it’s painfully embarrassing. Janis has joked to Melissa more than once that she’s tempted to request painkillers so she can knock herself out. They also started jokingly referring to themselves as the “cancer moms”, and last night her mom showed Janis the group chat they’d created with the same name. Janis’ jaw had nearly hit the floor and all she said was that she hoped they weren’t planning on getting t-shirts.

Still, she thinks with a smile, at least her mom is making friends here.

She rolls up her sweater and shoves it into her bag, sure it’s wrinkled but it’s going straight into the laundry once she gets in. On Melissa’s advice, she’s started doing most of her laundry at home where she can control when and how it happens (and by that she means she can tell her mom how to do it). Bless the laundry service here, because they really do try, but more often than not her sweaters come back stiff and there’s nothing like pulling her clothes straight out of the dryer at home.

With her clothes in the bag, she gets up from where she was kneeling on the floor, shakes out her stiff legs, and moves over to the bathroom. Her make-up bag sits on the sink, the mascara and tube of lipstick strewn across the shelf along with her hairbrush. Her face is bare today, make-up having slipped her mind again between treatments and appointments and hospital life. She checks it in the mirror, sighing deeply at what she sees. Cady swears up and down she looks the same as she always did whenever they Facetime and her mom hasn’t made any comments, but she can tell there’s a difference now. Those dark shadows have taken up permanent residence under her eyes and sometimes it’s hard for her to tell what’s her face and what’s her sheets. There’s so many changes that no-one seems to notice but her.

Maybe she’s looking too hard, or maybe she just knows what to look for.

With an idea sparking in her mind, she reaches over and grabs the make-up bag. She checks her watch, finding that they still have plenty of time before she’s discharged. And sure she could spend that time continuing to pack, but this is more fun. It’s still productive, just not in the way people would think it. And fine, maybe she just needs it right now. So she unscrews the lid of the foundation and gets to work before she can talk herself out of it.

At least her hands aren’t shaking today. She learned the hard way that no matter how hard you believe you can apply your make-up while your hands are shaking, you can’t.

Even with her steady hands though, she’s not doing much. Kind of because she’s on a schedule and kind of because she’s not seeing anyone important. It’s not like when Cady and Damian are coming over and she spends an hour building the best version of herself for them. She just wants to look like a human, rather than this half-zombie that’s taken her place in the mirror. So she hides the darkness behind foundation and fills out her cheeks, paints over her lips with purple, rings her eyes in black and makes her eyelashes bigger.

She can’t quite pin down the feeling she’s having as she goes along. What she does know that the more she puts on, the better she feels when she looks in the mirror. Yes, she should know better by that, and she does. Kind of. This isn’t the old kind of preteen insecurity. She’s had enough of Cady’s speeches about natural beauty to chase all those fears away. But she’d wager Cady has never been spooked by what she saw in the mirror before, so what would she know?

“Oh my God,” she mutters to herself. She drops the mascara tube back in the bag and zips it shut. “Can you stop being so dramatic?” She looks up at the mirror again, giving herself a smile. There she is. Good old, normal Janis. She lets out a breath and takes the tie out of her hair, letting it fall past one shoulder. She must have forgotten about brushing it as well.

“Easily fixed.”

She runs the brush through her hair, humming under her breath and trying to think of what else she should be packing, checking off the little boxes in her brain and the excitement at going home daring to creep in.

Until she pulls the brush away and feels a lot more come with it.

No she thinks.

She keeps her eyes locked on her reflection’s, willing herself not to look at it. If she doesn’t look, it doesn’t exist. She doesn’t normally like uncertainty, but she’ll gladly take it here if the reality is this. Her hand is frozen in place, her fingers still curled around the brush’s handle. Her other hand grabs the sink. The cold of the metal creeps through her skin and into her veins, travelling through her just like her chemo does.

The stupid freaking chemo. Her IV stands behind her, mocking her even if she’s not using it. If this is what she thinks it is, this is the reason why.

“Okay,” she whispers. She shakes out her hands and wriggles her toes to try to get any feeling back into them. “Okay, come on.” She tries to imagine her friends next to her, giving her advice, but their words fade away before they reach her. Of course they do. She can’t know what they’d say to her about this. She can guess, but she can’t know. Besides, she can barely think when she’s like this, when her brain is shutting down and running away from her she’s being left to fend for herself.

It’s the ticking behind her, the loudest sound in the room, that gets her to calm down. Even when she wants to stop, the world moves on, and her mom is coming back in here any second. Meaning she needs to be herself when she does. So she looks and presses her hand to her mouth to keep from screaming.

Her hair is in the brush. Not a few strands of it, a whole clump of black and blonde hands from her brush. Her hand goes to the spot it had been, amazed that there’s anything left. When her fingers brush against her scalp, a whimper escapes her mouth before she can think to stop it.

Her hair fell out.

Her hair is falling out.

How does she react to this? Has anyone told her how to react? No, of course not, because she hasn’t asked. Denial and blind hope can run deep. If she doesn’t think about it, it doesn’t happen. Only now it has happened, is happening, and she’s heading into it blind whether she wants to or not.

Denial seems to be the most attractive option, so she jumps to it. She rips the clump off the brush, shuddering as it slides between her fingers, and she drops it into the toilet, letting it be flushed down the drain and out to sea. Far out of sight and hopefully, far out of mind.

She looks at the brush for a moment, recoiling away from it like it’s a snake. What she wants to do it throw it away too, just like the clump, and her mom is the only reason she doesn’t. Instead she throws it into her bag, burying it down at the bottom.

“Okay.” She lets out a breath and kneels back on her heels, her hands held out as if she’s reaching for something. Like she can just grab an answer out of thin air. “Come on, you’re smarter than that,” she whispers. There isn’t an answer here, not to this. This happens to cancer patients, all the time. What made her think herself so special she was above it? It’s already happened to some people, like Maddie for example, who runs around in beanies all day. She knew it would happen on that first day in the doctor’s office with the kids on the poster.

She’s going to become a kid on a poster.

She bawks at the idea and her hand instinctively flies to her head. Her fingers cautiously move over the black waves, barely touching anything lest she take any more out.

Breathe she tells herself. In for eight, out for eight. She’s been through this, on both sides of it, and yet this is worse. Like every time before this was a jogging and this is running a marathon. Even as she stumbles towards the finish line, her vision clearing and her brain calming itself enough to think, the tightness in her chest is still there. She wraps one clammy, cold hand around her bedpost and pulls herself up, her other hand shoved into her pocket, and keeps on counting her breaths. When she glances up, she catches sight of herself in the mirror and it’s with relief that she sees how normal she looks. For her, the entire world has shattered around her, but for everyone else, it’s just another day.

She’s so good at faking it that her mom doesn’t notice anything wrong for the next hour as they get ready to go. No one does, not the nurses who do last checks and bid her goodbye for the week, nor the receptionist who checks her and her mom out. Maybe she can fake it long enough until…

She’ll cross that bridge when she comes to it.

“Janis!” Maddie runs across the room towards her, her little beanie tight over her head. Much as Janis tries, and crappy as she feels, it’s almost all she can see on the girl.

“Hey, kid,” she says, clearing her throat. She swallows everything else she’s thinking and holds out her fist for a first pump. “Don’t cause too much trouble while I’m gone, okay?”

“No promises.” She steps closer to her, her chin tilted upwards, and pulls Janis down to her. Excitement gleams in her eyes, but Janis barely notices it; she’s too bust thinking about how few eyelashes she has. That hadn’t even crossed her mind.

Her throat runs dry.

“Hey, I heard that the Make A Wish Foundation came to you,” she whispers.

“Oh, and where did you hear that?”

“From my mom,” she admits sheepishly. “She heard it from your mom.”

“Word sure travels fast in here,” she says flatly.

“Do you know what you’re going to get?” she asks.

“Not yet,” she says. “Haven’t thought about it too much.” She lets Maddie drag her over to the couches and sit her down, the wide eyed look never leaving the kid’s face. “What did you do for yours?”

“Oh, I went to see Frozen on Broadway,” she blurts out, her smile exploding on her little face. “And I got to go backstage and meet the cast. They gave us front row seats as well. It was the best day of my life.”

“Sounds like a lot of fun,” Janis tells her. “My friend Damian, he’s a big musical theatre geek. He really wants to see Frozen.”

“I just really love Frozen,” Maddie says. “And Elsa, obviously.”

“We do love Queen Elsa.” Just then, Janis wonders if she ever used to braid her hair like Elsa. Janis hasn’t, and it hits her that if she wants to, she might have to do it fast.

“Just make sure it’s something you really want,” she advises her. “I stressed so much over it. It ended up being between Frozen and Disneyland.”

“How ever did you manage?” Janis says dryly. She looks up just in time to see her mom waving her over, phone in hand, letting her know her dad is in the parking lot. “I gotta go, kid. See you next week.”

“See you later,” she says. “Oh, by the way, I meant to give you this at movie night, but I forgot.” She reaches into her pocket and hands her a scrap of pink paper folded into a square. Inside, Janis finds the word MaddieThePanda and madisonrichards written in pencils. Embarrassingly, it takes her a second to recognise them, but the first has a drawing of a ghost and the second a doodle of a camera.

“Ah, the socials,” she says. Maddie nods, avoiding her eyes, and Janis pulls her into a light hug before getting up. “I’ll follow you the minute I get home, okay?”

“Awesome!” she squeaks and she scampers off, leaving Janis to join her mom.

“She’s a nice girl,” her mom comments as they ride down the elevator.

“You’re quite pally with her mom,” Janis says. “She’s in the cancer mom squad, right?”

“She is. So what did Maddie give you?”

“Instagram and Snapchat,” she replies, holding the piece of paper between her fingers. Janis’ own Instagram has been fairly barren since this started, despite how much she scrolls through her own feed and watches her friends’ accounts. Even her art account has been empty for a while. Unsurprisingly, she hasn’t felt like posting much. And she’s very much aware of the fact that she might be posting a lot less in the near future.

“Are you okay?” her mom asks.

“Fine.” She readjusts the mask she’s had on all day and falls back on her usual line. “I’m just tired.” The best thing about that line is that technically it’s not a lie.

When she does get home, she sets herself up on the couch, blanket thrown over her and phone in hand. Her dad sits on the chair next to her and a gameshow plays on the TV. This has become some kind of tradition between she and her dad. And Maxie, of course. Despite how much she’s missed her bed, she’s missed her dad more, so she stretches out on the couch with a blanket fresh from the dryer and the two of them catch up. And if (and when) the conversation runs dry, they can shout answers at the TV.

“Alex Kingston,” she says, nodding at the question. British Actors Who Were On Doctor Who. Which really is all of Britain. “Told you that Doctor Who obsession I had in middle school would come in handy.”

“Did you tell me that?” her dad asks. “I cannot remember you telling me that.”

“I did.” Still watching, she opens her phone and taps open Instagram. The little scrap of paper sits on her lap and she types Maddie’s name into the searchbar. She finds her account fairly easily, but she’s in for a shock when she does.

Maddie’s healthy self is on this account. It does look like her, it’s unmistakable, but it still shakes her to see her like that, hanging upside-down from a tree, running across a soccer pitch, dressed up as Elsa at Comic Con. Her suspicion was right; Maddie is blonde. Was.

She checks the date on her last ‘normal’ looking post and finds it was a little over two months. Maddie sitting cross-legged on her trampoline, two of her little school friends on either side. There was a tumour inside her at that moment and no-one even knew. She looks happy, carelessly happy. Blissful, even.

It’s not that she looks like two different people. That was kind of her expectation, but it’s not true. She still looks like herself, and it’s precisely the similarity between them that freaks her out. It’s the way the girl with a long blonde ponytail chasing a soccer ball and the frail little thing who sits on the end her hospital bed are the same person.

Maxie jumps on her lap just as her hand reaches for her own hair. While her dad scolds him and tells him to get off her, she shakes her head, insisting that it’s fine. When she kisses his fluffy little head, it’s a thank you. He licks her face and she takes it as a ‘you’re welcome’.

“Here you go, sweetheart.” Her mom places a grilled cheese on the table next to her and pats her head before heading over to the couch. “Do you need anything else? I can get you a drink if you-”

“I’m fine.” She nods at the end of the couch, where her backpack sits. “There’s water in my bag anyway.” Her mom nods in understanding and settles next to her dad.

“Which team do we want to win?”

“The college students,” Janis answers, taking a bite out of her sandwich. Of all the tastes she misses, her mom’s grilled cheese is up there. At least the chilli flakes she put on it gives it something. “They deserve it.”

“That old bat certainly doesn’t,” her dad grumbles. “She’s been giving her daughter the stink eye since round one.”

“Oh she looks like she would,” her mom jokes. “Hey Jan, did you tell your dad about the Make A Wish people?”

“The Make A Wish people?” her dad echoes, looking over at her. “You didn’t mention that.”

“Well, now you know,” she says casually, tearing her crusts off. Both her parents look to her expectantly, her dad no doubt excited about this. She’d be lying if she weren’t excited herself though. “It’s sort of what it says on the tin. I make a wish and the good people of the Make A Wish Foundation let it come true. Within reason, obviously. I don’t think they can give me a unicorn.”

“They could strap a horn to a little pony’s head,” her dad suggests.

“That’s animal abuse!” she says. “You know how I feel about the animals.”

“But have you thought about what you want?” her mom interrupts. “I mean, there’s no pressure, but any ideas?”

Janis purses her lips and pushes herself into a semi-normal sitting position. She has, although she wouldn’t call it ‘thinking about it’. More like ‘the first thing that came into her head’. But in her defence, it’s a really good one.

“There is one thing,” she says. “One place I’ve sort of always wanted to go but I never thought about asking for it because I knew it would be way too expensive.” Her mouth turns up into a smile before she can stop herself. Her parents eyes are wide as anticipation builds, both their attentions held tightly in her hand. Her next words are less spoken, more of a squeak. “The Kröller-Müller Museum. In the Netherlands.”

“The where now?” her dad asks.

“The Kröller-Müller Museum!” Janis replies, throwing the blanket off her. Just saying it out loud flipped a switch in her and now she’s bouncing on the couch, words tumbling out of her mouth. “It has one of the best collections of Van Gogh paintings! And basically anyone who was anyone in modern art!”

“Oh, there’s the obsession with Van Gogh,” her mom says. “Thought you left that behind in high school.”

“You thought wrong,” Janis tells her. “He’s my man. And also the Netherlands is meant to be like, really beautiful and I really want to go there. But also this art gallery! This art gallery let me tell you about it! It has a whole garden full of sculptures! And it’s not just European art-”

“Okay, Janis,” her mom chuckles. It’s then that Janis realises she actually stood up in her excitement, her phone at the ready, probably to show them everything and explain why exactly they should say yes to this. “If that’s what you want, that’s what we can do.”

“It is?”

“Of course,” her dad says. “It’s your wish. Also I’d love to see the Netherlands. We could make a whole vacation out of it without paying for anything ourselves.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” she squeals, bouncing up and down on the spot. Any and all dizziness she gets from this will be well worth it. “Oh, could I potentially bring Cady and Damian along with me?”

“If the good people at Make A Wish don’t have an issue with it,” her mom says. “Which I don’t think they will.”

“Oh my god yes!” She punches the air before breaking out into a little happy dance, her feet shuffling on the floor and her arms pumping. “I have to go tell Cady about this. Oh my god!”

Her mom barely has time to ask if she wants help before she picks up her bag and runs upstairs, grilled cheese in her hand. She feels as though this smile is permanently plastered on her face as she imagines her showing Cady around the gallery, telling her all about her favourite pieces, the two of them walking through the sculpture garden.

It’s almost enough to make her forget that this is just a cancer treat.

The five seconds it takes Cady to pick up the phone are torturous, her feet banging against her bed as she waits.

“Hey,” Cady greets, looking adorable with her hair falling around her shoulders and a white sweater engulfing her body. “Someone’s happy. You in your room?”

“Yep,” she answers. “My actual room, not my other room.”

“That’s not confusing,” Cady chuckles. “Wait a second.” She picks up the phone and sits against her wall, balancing her phone on her knees. “Okay, is this angle good?”

“All angles with you are good,” she says, turning onto her stomach so her feet and swing in the air. “Okay, so guess what?”

“Um… what?” she replies.

“You have to guess.”

“Okay, fine,” she says. “Um, they let Maxie come into the hospital with you.”

“Ugh, I wish,” she sighs. “But no. Keep guessing.”

“You… found out whether or not the hot medical student is gay so you can set him up with Damian?”

“Sadly, that’s still a question mark. Come on, one more guess.”

“I hate guessing, just tell me,” she says. “You look like you’re bursting to anyway.”

“You’re right, I am” she says. “So… what would you say to an all-expenses paid trip to Europe?”

“I’d say you’re kidding, right?” she says, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope,” she says proudly. “The Make A Wish Foundation.” Those words make Cady’s mouth fall open in a perfect, precious ‘o’ shape. “Oh yeah baby, they can give us a fancy little European vacation to the Netherlands.”

“Oh my gosh!” Cady says, laughter lining her voice. “Where, when, how, why?”

“The how is Make A Wish,” Janis explains. “The where is the Kröller-Müller Museum in Gelderland.” She definitely didn’t pronounce that properly. “The why is that it’s been my dream vacation since I could form coherent thoughts. And I want my best people with me when I go see it.” Maybe it’s a trick of the camera light, but Janis is sure she can see Cady’s cheeks turn pink.

“You sappy munch,” she tells her.

“Can I take that as ‘you’re in’?” Janis asks.

“You can take it as a ‘frick yes, I’m in’,” she replies between giggles.

“Fabulous. I don’t exactly know when, but that’s okay. We’ll figure it out. I finish in December so maybe we can go for Christmas.”

“Will you be okay to go?” Cady asks.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Just… I was doing research about chemotherapy and cancer stuff,” Cady confesses. Her confession turns Janis’ heart to warm, soft mush.

“And why did you do that?” she asks softly.

“Oh… no reason.” They shrug and pull their sleeves over their hands, their face taking on the kind of softness they reserve just for Janis. “Just thought it might come in handy.” Janis blows a little kiss to the camera. Cady catches it, but quickly turns serious. “And it said that the aftermath tends to be pretty rough.”

“Caddy…” She rolls over onto her side, her cheeks turning a pale pink. “You’re sweet, you know that?”

“Of course I know that.”

“But you don’t need to worry about me,” she tells her. “Once this is all over, I’m going to be completely fine.” Her voice catches a little and she swallows past the lump in her throat. “And once I’m good, you and me can jet off to the Netherlands for our romantic getaway.” A lightbulb goes off in her head. “Oh, maybe I can get them to do it on our anniversary. I mean I’ll be completely fine by then, but it would still be romantic.”

“That sounds awesome,” Cady chuckles. “A little Fault In Our Stars, but awesome.”

“Oh my gosh,” Janis realises before bursting into cackling. “How did I not get that?”

“Because you didn’t read every John Green last year book to prep yourself for real people school,” Cady tells her. “I did.”

“Nerd,” she teases. “Anyways, this is me back for the week if you want to come over and give me a week’s worth of Cady cuddles-” As she talks, she makes the mistake of running her hand through her hair. And behind her head, she feels something come off in her hand.

And just like that, a tidal wave crashes in and washes away everything else, all the comfort she’d received from Cady, all that excitement and giddiness. Gone.

“Janis?” Cady asks, a frown creasing her face. “You okay?”

“Um, yeah, fine,” she says quickly. “Uh… I’m actually going to sign off now. I’m pretty tired and I need to get some stuff sorted out. I’ll text you tomorrow okay?”

“Sure.” Cady twirls her necklace around her finger. “Um, feel better soon, okay?”

“Yeah. I will. I’ll see you later, Caddy.”

If Cady was going to say anything else, she doesn’t get the chance. Janis hangs up the call and shoves her phone under her pillow, just in case. She presses her hand to her chest, her heart beating wildly against it.

“Oh God.”

She pushes herself up, only to find more of her hair sitting on her bed. There has to be more than what came off in the hospital, she thinks as she pushes herself into a kneeling position. Twice as much.

How much is left?

She pushes herself off the bed and half-stumbles, half-runs to the mirror. Thankfully, she still looks normal at the front, but not at the back. There’s a patch at the back and if she can see it, anyone can. Anyone meaning her parents. It’s small enough for her to be able to cover it by pulling her hair into a ponytail, but that won’t last forever.

She sinks down on the bed, her nails digging into the covers and her head spinning. She can’t stop this and she won’t be able to hide it for that much longer either. This is her new reality.

As insane as it sounds, she feels like she’s losing a part of herself. Not even in the way most people like her probably think. Her hair is a symbol of the battle she fought with Regina. The half-blonde shows that Regina didn’t win. That she did, that she came out of it as herself, not as a clone of Regina. She can still remember standing in her bathroom cutting most of her hair off. Still remember the thrill she felt when the first hints of black started making their appearance. To lose this feels like she’s losing that victory.

She lays down on her bed and stares up at the ceiling, tears burning in her eyes until tiredness creeps in and she finally falls asleep.

******

Her parents pick up on her mood, even if they don’t know what it’s about, which is the very last thing she wants. She should be trying harder, but she doesn’t have much energy to play pretend. She loves her parents, but right now she wishes they would be assholes and not care about her.

“You feeling okay, Jan?” her mom asks as she comes up behind her.

“Just tired,” she mumbles. Maxie whimpers and rubs his head against her leg, demanding pets. She obliges, partly to make herself feel better. If her dog can’t fix her mood, this truly is the end of her. Her mom nods, not moving from where she stands and watching Janis pretend watch daytime TV.

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want something?”

It was a low blow, Janis knew that the second she said it, sort of even before it, and her mom’s wounded face is the price she pays for it. For a split second, Janis thinks (slash hopes) that she’ll tell her off about her attitude, instead she just shrugs.

“No. Just making coffee, you want some?”

“I’m okay.” She pauses for a moment and looks up just as her mom is heading away. “Thanks, though.”

It’s not that she hasn’t thought about telling her parents. Logically, she knows that that’s the best thing she could do. They’re going to find out sooner or later and it’s better that they hear it from her than her just coming downstairs in a few days completely bald. Save their feelings, show them she cares and all that. She knows all that and she’s still keeping it from them. Pride, fear and stupidity is a lethal cocktail and she’s downed at least three since yesterday.

She guesses she dozed off because she blinks and it’s a completely new show. According to her phone, it’s half an hour later. The TV was put on mute at some point and her phone placed on the coffee table. She stretches her limbs out on the couch, her stomach growling, and she guesses it’s time to head to the kitchen and eat her first meal of the day.

“Oh, morning,” her dad teases. She throws him a peace sign and heads over to the cupboard.

“Do we have peanut butter left?” she asks. “I want a PG&J.”

“I got a new one, it’s in the front,” her mom says. “The jelly’s in there too.” She has to stretch to get it, even with her being taller than average. She almost doesn’t notice her mom approaching until it’s too late and all she can do is hope she tied her hair back enough to hide her little patch well enough. “Sweetie why don’t you let me do that?”

“Mom, I’m nearly 18,” she reminds her. She snorts, although it feels empty and more sarcastic than earnest. “I can do this myself.”

“I know,” she says gently. “I just don’t want you to… I’m making something for myself anyway, you just woke up.”

Janis in a deep breath. It’s well intentioned, of course, but it pisses her off.

“It’s okay Mom,” she says. “I’ve got this.” She screws open the peanut butter and spreads more than enough on one slice, just to make her point. Her grip on the knife turns her knuckles white.

“Really, sweetheart.” Her mom puts her hand on her shoulder and even though her touch is as gentle as can be, Janis bites back a scream. “You go sit down; I don’t want you stressing yourself.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake mom!” The knife clatters to the counter and she whips around to face her mother. “I’m not an invalid, I’m not a child, and I can make my own freaking sandwich!”

Her mom looks like she shot her. She may as well have. She backs away from Janis, her mouth opening and closing noiselessly, her eyes torn between anger and concern. When she looks to her dad for help, there’s nothing he can do.

“I’m sorry,” Janis says after what feels like forever. She wraps her arms around herself, her eyes meeting her mom’s. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay.” Her tone implies it’s anything but. “It’s all right.”

Janis only shakes her head, her throat too tight to say anything. Her mom takes a careful step towards her, then another. She’s never been handled with this much care before. Not even in the aftermath of Regina, when she was at her lowest, did she feel this breakable.

“You make your sandwich, kid,” her mom says quietly, her hand on her shoulder. Janis flinches away from her touch, mindful of her hair. Her mom takes the hint and she watches as disappointment flickers across her face.

“Sorry,” she whispers again. Her voice is so quiet that it’s as though she didn’t say anything. Maybe she didn’t.

When she looks over at the sandwich on the counter, her once-empty stomach feels too full and a shiver runs down her back.

“I’m not hungry,” she mumbles.

She stumbles into her room and leans on the chair, not even having the energy to close the door fully. Her parents know to give her her space anyway. They’re good like that, always are, and look how she repaid them.

She doesn’t care about being an asshole in school, to the people who deserve it, but she crossed a line here. The worst part is that she can’t really apologise because her parents are giving her the special treatment. Regardless of whether or not she deserves it, she doesn’t want it.

She rakes her hand through her hair, the habit still in her body even if she should know better, and of course another clump of hair comes off in her hand. That’s the second time today, the first being what came off in her hairbrush this morning. She’s being pushed further away from normal with every minute.

She holds it in front of her and looks at it, looks at the black and blonde clump just sitting there. Lifeless. Dull. Curling at the edges and poking out from between her fingers.

And suddenly she’s not upset or self-pitying any more.

She’s pissed.

She’s pissed as hell.

She shoves the door closed and squeezes the hair in her hand. It’s this illness, and that freaking medicine that’s making her feel this way. Making her tired and angry all the time, why her parents are giving her free passes. Making her miss out on her senior year and now taking her hair away from her too. Taking every facet of her life until she’s left with dust, and all against her will. How dare it, she thinks. How dare this disease come in and wreck her life like this. Make her feel so helpless and fragile. Who gave it that right?

She squeezes the clump in her hand as hot tears roll her face and into her open mouth. Her breathing is ragged and uneven; she gasps and chokes on sobs, even more so when another clump falls out.

Then an idea starts to piece together in her mind. It sounds insane, until she realises she was going to have to do it sooner or later. And that it was recommended in one of the leaflets she was given near the beginning. It scares her, but at the same time, it gives her some sort of satisfaction. Like doing it lets her win in some way. She lets the idea of that satisfaction pull her down the hallway, one ear listening out for her parents, and slips into the bathroom. There she finds her dad’s electric razor sitting on a shelf and she slides it into her pocket.

She remembers when she was 12 and her dad found her in this bathroom after cutting most of her hair off. He hid his surprise well. He might not be able to do that this time.

She locks her bedroom door and closes the curtains as well. Victory or no, she wants this done in private. She positions her mirror on the desk, enough to get her entire head in.

She looks at herself for a long moment, razor in her hand. This is the last time she’ll look like this for a long, long time. Her cancer has been hidden from passing eyes until now. Now she’ll just have it written on her forehead in invisible ink. The sad, pitiful eyes and sympathetic sighs won’t just be from her parents or peers now, but from everyone who sees her.

But it’s either this or it falls out on its own. Her fate it, quite literally, in her own hands.

So she takes a deep breath, turns the razor on, and runs it through the middle of her head.

It’s not as easy as people make it look. And by people, she means people on TV and in movies. The razor gets stuck on more than one occasion and it takes two or three tries on some places to get it fully off. Not to mention her hair getting caught in her bra or falling down the front of her shirt. But she powers through it and keeps going until there’s nothing left of it.

There’s nothing left.

Her first thought is that as far as impulse decisions go; this one takes the cake.

Her second thought is “oh my fucking god I’m bald!”. She’s well and truly bald. The realisation slams into her and she stumbles forwards, barely managing to grab the chair to steady herself. She can’t even decide if she regrets it not, if that one victory she claimed in doing it herself was worth it, because all she is thinking is “I am fucking bald”. She doesn’t look like herself. She looks like a kid. Or a cancer patient.

Her next conversation with her friends will be all about this. And she’s almost certain she can’t handle that.

Unless….

Her second crazy idea of the day springs to mind. Granted, it’s not as drastic as shaving her whole head, but it’s still a jump. A big one. But it’ll give her back something she’s been missing for a while, power. Power to tell her own story, to make people look and see her, not cancer.

She opens her phone and gets up her camera, snapping selfies like it’s any other day. One with a peace sign up, one with her tongue sticking out, one laying in her bed, one in front of the mirror. She lines them all up on Instagram and opens the caption.

‘Hello friends. Tis I, Janis Sarkisian. Yes, I got a haircut. A bit more than a haircut. You all probably know by now that I have cancer. And you probably understand that people with cancer lose their hair. Yep, that’s what happened here folks. Please feel free to look at these pictures as long as you like in order to get used to it. I mean it. It’ll save all the awkward staring irl. I’ll do the same.’

Her thumbs dance over the keypad as she bites down on her lip, choosing words with just as much care as she would in her college essay. Maybe more.

‘I’m still me. Just without hair. See you guys when I see you. Please restrict your comments to only talking about how good looking I am and how my girlfriend is lucky to have me. Thank you for your time.’

She hits ‘post’ immediately, only to immediately regret it once she does. She drops down to the floor and holds her phone to her chest, back against the wall, left with no option but to wait for the next event to happen.

#cadnis ff #cadnis #mean girls broadway #mean girls fanfic #janis sarkisian #mean girls musical #fic: heart of stone

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becca-petersen · 5 years

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Broadway to Tour Changes

Since I’ve been asked about it a lot, here is a list of all the changes I noticed in the Mean Girls touring production. There are probably some that I missed and some of these changes are so miniscule but I just included them anyway! Don’t read on if you don’t want spoilers.

The little one or two line songs Cady sings throughout have been completely cut and replaced with straight dialogue

The only change I noticed in A Cautionary Tale was when Janis says “You can’t buy integrity at the mall it’s not for sale” Damian just replies with “Truth” instead of the “Nice!” “Thank you” exchange

“It Roars” has changed a LOT and rather than describe the changes in full, you can listen to it on my page if you search for it! I’ve never listened to the DC version but apparently it’s a combination of the current “It Roars” and “Wildlife”. Cady already knows they’re moving at the beginning of the song. The song starts with Cady’s mom telling them they need to leave and Cady says she’s just saying goodbye. The jokes about America are different too. Mrs Heron says “But the United States is so -” Cady and Mr Heron: “Violent and racist and everyone’s on opioids?” The ensemble sings something when she arrives at the school and I honestly can’t understand what they’re saying, but maybe someone else knows what the words are. The song still ends the same way. I actually liked the tour version a lot better! I think it helps Cady’s character development earlier on in the show.

There were a few changes in “Where Do You Belong?”. The line is now “There’s girls who eat their feelings and girls that don’t eat, they’re not a Lifetime movie but they might be.” And “Debate team and dance team, they like to compete / but neither one would take me, so they can bite me.” And then during his dance break he says “Big mistake, dance team!”

As far as I could tell, “Meet the Plastics” was the same, but someone on Reddit said a verse was cut but I checked my Broadway audios and Meet the Plastics was the same length as the tour track

Stupid With Love was the same except she says “with dreamy smile and shiny eyes, he is live and in the room” instead now, which I know is what they change the line to when Curtis is on for Aaron on Broadway as well

In Apex Predator, but Lizzie Thurman now says “This is why I have to be high every day” at the end of her aside about Regina.

Also in Apex Predator, Regina now says something like “Cady, come here. I’m going to buy you those suede heels, because you need more.” Cady says “More what?” then Regina says “More shoes! More style, more height, more butt lift. Trust me, more is better!” which I felt was a nice way to set up “More is Better” later on in the show.

Regina’s mom no longer has the dog but instead has a giant margarita. The jokes in this scene have changed too. Now she says her @ cool mom username and there’s a joke about #bellytea #ad and Regina says “You can’t say #ad if no one is paying you.” Her mom asks for tech help because she accidentally Marco Polo’d her dad’s boss on the toilet again. Then when she leaves she says “Enjoy those tiny butts... because it’s all going to go.”

What’s Wrong With Me? was the same.

Sexy was the same

Someone Gets Hurt was also the same

In “Revenge Party,” there are a few changes

Damian says he almost had an inside man at summer camp instead of governor’s school

About one minute in Janis immediately says they need to find a way to destroy her hotness and Cady says she knows how and they all say “The Kalteen bars” in unison. Then Cady is in the lunchroom with the Plastics and convinces Regina to take the kalteen bars. The scene where Cady and Gretchen talk and Gretchen defends Regina and gives Cady a hug for Regina was completely cut.

instead of “Your hair looks sexy pushed back,” it goes like this: Regina: Cady, settle an argument. Are his eyes gray or green? Cady: They’re green. Regina: No. I think they’re gray. (Regina kisses Aaron).

Fearless was changed but I assume everyone has seen the new video! The Someone Gets Hurt Reprise is gone and instead Cady sings a reprise of “It Roars”

“Stop” - on Broadway as Cady leaves, Damian says “she’s leaving! Just like my dad.” But on tour she leaves while they’re dancing and when Damian notices she’s gone he says “She left! Just like my dad.”

WWWMR - I know this is such a miniscule change but on Broadway when Cady asks Gretchen and Karen about the party and the cheese and crackers they say “Yeah, yeah, yeah” in unison but on tour they go, “Yeah, mmm.” The reprise was the same though!

Whose House is This - the song was the same, but the scene with Aaron upstairs was just a little bit different. Cady no longer says “Sit boy, sit.” She says “Sit down! I’m awesome!” He no longer mispronounces Maasai and asks if he’s pronouncing it right, he just asks her if what he read about them is true.

More is Better is the same

Someone Gets Hurt Reprise is also the same

World Burn was the same

The gym scene was a little different. The part about men going around grabbing butts and shooting everybody was cut.

I’d Rather Be Me was the same. The monologue Cady has after Regina got hit by a bus was a little bit different but only slightly.

Fearless Reprise - the Fearless Reprise was shortened. The part about “I sound like a monster and maybe that’s so. I was offered bad choices but I could have said no. I’m back to lunch in the bathroom stall, hunching my shoulders to make myself small. They’re walking right by like I’m not even there. And then they stare and yes I do care.” was all cut. On tour it just goes “Fearless is not a word I’d use for me now. If I were fearless I would make better decisions. But fearless may be the one thing I can be now. No friends, nothing to lose. Find my way back and truly choose to be -(speaking) I wrote it! I wrote that Ms. Norbury’s a drug pusher and it’s a lie.” Duvall : Three weeks suspension and you’re banned from Spring Fling. Cady: “I will try to be fearless.”

In the “Rule of Twos” one of Karen’s lines was cut - the one after she talks about Coach Carr’s open marriage where she says “And I should probably leave the parking lot immediately, which I do”

Do This Thing - the scene after the song is changed, they no longer try to get past Duvall into the dance with Aaron acting like a drunk mess. Ms. Norbury says she can get them in because people are scared of her now. Cady and Aaron share a kiss and Ms. Norbury says not to do that in front of her because she’s their teacher and says they better leave before she gets arrested again

I See Stars - some repetitive lyrics have been cut. When Aaron comes up to Cady in the lion suit during the song and takes the head off i think they kiss again.

Janis comes on stage with Cady during the song and they sing these lines to each other: J: plastic don’t shine. C: Glitter don’t shine. J: Rhinestones don’t shine the way you do. Both: You are on fire, you can rise higher, up in the sky. Enjoy the view.

Then it’s back to a solo for just Cady! And before Janis and Damian chime in to say “The moral of our story is thus” they changed it to “Say what you are. We’re stars, stars, stars!” but the song resumes normally after the dialogue is over.

Overall I actually really liked the changes! I thought the show flowed really nicely and I was admittedly skeptical going in. If you have a chance to see the show on tour you totally should.

#mean girls tour #mean girls broadway #mean girls musical #mean girls the musical #some of this might not make any kind of sense #also sorry this took me so long i had to listen to the broadway version compared to the tour version again #also i could be totally wrong about some of these changes #i haven't seen the broadway version in months

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it’s that time of year yet again folks! time for me to round up the lot of everything i wrote this year and throw it at you all like a proud parent! this year i managed to publish 217,613 words across 22 fics, with an untold number more unpublished (some of which belong to an original novel i started at the beginning of the year, and an autobiography i dipped my toes into as well!) let’s dive in!

(a ** denotes some personal favorites!)

DC FICS:

Time And Again (28303 words) [batfam, bg dickwally, jayroy, superbat]:

Dick Grayson comes to live with Bruce Wayne on a Tuesday afternoon when he’s nine years old. It’s a Tuesday like any other, so Bruce settles the boy in and leaves him in Alfred’s capable hands after dinner and heads out for patrol. Gotham’s underworld does not take a day off, and therefore Batman cannot either. Dick awakes in the middle of the night and Bruce isn’t there. Alfred calms Dick down and sits with him and assures him that Bruce would have been there if he could and Dick believes him. Alfred's words can only maintain that belief for so long. Or, the one where Bruce doesn't tell Dick that he's Batman at first and things spiral out of control until people start communicating like adults.

Gold-Plated (1279 words) [batfam]:

It starts like this. Dick follows Jason into the cave, shouting at his brother’s back, while Jason roughly tugs at the release for his helmet. “I mean, I know you’re not going to stop dealing with all of your problems by shooting at them, but could you at least have the decency to not do that while I’m around? Could you at least pretend you still follow some sort of-” “Shut up!” Jason roars, whipping around to hurl his helmet at Dick’s head.

**Every Fiber of My Being (21376 words) [dickwally, batfam, bg timkon]:

As much as Dick and his siblings have argued, Bruce has never budged on his "Keeping Secrets Policy". There's not a person alive outside of the family that knows the secret identity of any of the Bats. Not even Dick's boyfriend. Dick understands the need for some secrets, knows that keeping their identities safe keeps them and their loved ones safe, but when he takes up the cowl, team dynamics aren't the only things that begin to change.

Tremble, Tremor, Shake (2118 words) [batfam]:

Tim doesn’t answer. He lurches like he’s going to go for the toilet again, but he doesn’t quite make it, instead dry heaving once, twice and then slumping against the wall again. Dick thinks that’s the end of it. He’s wrong. Tim slumps against the wall and immediately starts seizing.

**My Brain Occasionally Malfunctions (2243 words) [batfam]:

Dick was shot in the head. Such a serious injury is not without consequence. In which Dick's gunshot wound causes him to develop epilepsy and Jason has some thoughts on the fact that Dick tried to hide it from them.

Teenagers (1280 words) [dickwally]:

Dick and Wally have just found out that their twins have abilities and Damian's been training the twins behind their backs. Looks like everyone's revealing a secret tonight.

**Sign Your Life Away (23927 words)[timkon, batfam, bg dickwally, batcat, clois]:

The Wayne family is a good one, well known, well off, charitable, likable, politically unaffiliated. So when a treaty with Krypton is hinging on an arranged marriage, the Wayne boys are some of the first they approach. Tim is very, very aware that the name right underneath 'Wayne' on the UN's list is 'Luthor'. He can't allow some poor stranger to be forcibly bound to Luthor for the rest of their lives. So when they ask him, he says yes, before he can stop to think if this is actually a good idea.

MARVEL FICS:

**Project: Light (54526 words) [stucky]:

When Steve and Sam finally track down the Winter Soldier, the last thing they’re expecting is to find Bucky with a girl who’s calling him ‘Dad’. Steve doesn’t quite know how to handle that. The others know how to handle it only marginally better. Or, how to win over children and influence monsters: how Bucky’s surprise daughter helps the Avengers help Bucky find himself again, and how he finds Steve again along the way.

Always So Certain You're Fine (2252 words) [gen]:

They're grieving, sure, but they have a war to win, still, and by some miracle, they do it. Or, the Infinity War fix-it that no one asked for.

Suffer in Silence (6416 words) [thundershield]:

Five times Steve Rogers was in pain, and one time he finally wasn't.

**A Hero, Like Spiderman and Better Hawkeye (4286 words) [gen]:

If pressed to answer how he’d gotten to the top of the Avengers’ list of preferred babysitters/dog watchers, Peter’s not too sure he’d know what to say. In which MJ, Ned and Kate Bishop get roped into helping Peter babysit/dog watch, and things spiral wildly out of hand in a Starbucks.

Unexpecting (1893 words) [thruce, valsif]:

When they find themselves largely alone on Earth, tasked with preserving Asgard’s history and her people and working with Earth’s governments to settle political issues, and it seems like battle in another form, Thor and Brunnhilde find themselves seeking comfort in each other. It is harmless, (mostly) innocent fun, until they find themselves staring down at a little indicator, telling them that Brunnhilde is pregnant. In which Thor, Brunnhilde, Bruce and Sif raise a child together, and grow a little themselves in the process.

**What the Desert Will Let Him (5471 words) [samsteve]:

There’s an itch at the back of Sam's mind, that tells him to stay in DC and he thinks maybe this has something to do with The Voice and why he was thrown ass over tea kettle back into this world when he desperately didn't want to come back. In which Sam dies with his wing-man, but something sends him back to live out the rest of his life, because he's not done. There are people who need him, even if he doesn't know it yet.

**Wake Up Calls (4379 words) [gen, bg stucky]:

Bucky Barnes wakes up in Wakanda, the first time, and the second, and the third and fourth and twenty-eighth and sixty-first... Shuri starts out as an ally, and becomes a friend, and then might as well be his kid sister. Bucky and Shuri's relationship told through a few wake-up calls.

Dead Men Walking (16629 words) [gen]:

They don't always show it, but they've each got their own demons to battle. Peter keeps happening upon these battles. OR a bunch of times that Peter was there for the Avengers in a moment of need, and one time they were all there for him.

LGBTQIA(vengers) (3656 words) [stucky, natpepper]:

Steve Rogers comes out on a Tuesday afternoon. By Wednesday morning, it's hit every major news outlet. Twitter has some opinions, and Pepper Potts is taking no prisoners.

**Impact (6087 words) [winterhawk]:

Clint Barton is not born with wings. He is not a mutant, though he doubts that would have helped his case. He is an ordinary boy, until he, one day, is very suddenly not. Or: the wingfic nobody asked for, in which Clint's wings have brought him nothing but trouble until one day, they suddenly don't.

Perfect Men and Other Crimes (2069 words) [stucky]:

Bucky Barnes knows that he is lucky. He still cannot help but feel decidedly unlucky when he hears the New York Police Department’s new policy on partnering regular cops with enhanced ones. Bucky doesn’t have anything against enhanced individuals. He really doesn’t. But he is still profoundly uncomfortable around people who could snap him like a twig. Detective Steven Grant Rogers is exactly that.

Same Monster (2610 words) [gen, bg thruce]:

After returning to Earth, Bruce goes to visit his cousin when a case brings her to New York City. It doesn't go as planned. Or, the one where Jennifer Walters becomes She-Hulk, Bruce feels guilty, and Thor is a good boyfriend.

HAWAII FIVE-0 FICS

Can't Help DNA (5146 words) [mcdanno]:

The first time that Steve McGarrett and Danny Williams meet, Danny Williams is not holding a weapon. He has his hands in fists and Steve’s skin is singing in that way it does whenever he’s around someone else with the SuperGene. Steve, for his part, is pointing a gun at Danny’s chest and screaming at him which probably isn’t helping the situation, but he’s not going to admit that. He’s shouting, and then Williams is shouting and they eventually get their IDs out without Steve shooting anyone and without Danny’s Gene flaring up. It’s a win in Steve’s book.

Situational Awareness (6461 words) [mcdanno]:

Steve McGarrett has a soulmark from the moment he’s born. He has a mark that his dad covers up when he’s a baby, an ugly black thing in the shape of knuckles splayed across his cheekbone. Danny Williams gets his mark a few months after he’s born. There’s a black smear across the back of his hand and down two fingers and Danny dreams of the day his soulmate will touch him for the first time and set the mark alight with color. Steve McGarrett grows up hating his soulmark, Danny Williams dreams of the day he'll meet his soulmate. Somehow, against all odds, they find each other.

Things Unseen (15206 words) [mcdanno, bg konocat]:

Steve's known almost his whole life that his anchor was going to be one of the Kelly-Kalakaua family, the only ones strong enough to tie him to the Seen when he needed to talk to a spirit. What he did not know was how important a cop from Jersey who doesn't believe in ghosts would end up being. In which Steve and Kono are peak mlm/wlw solidarity, Danny is a wreck, Chin is tired and there are some ghosts.

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gothambatsnews · 6 years

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[Podcast Ep 2.1: Wayne Halloween Party Information]

[“Spoiler Alert Podcast” theme song plays. There are three taps of the mic before Steph clears her throat.]

[Stephanie:] “Hello students of Gotham High School, and welcome to Spoiler Alert! I'm your host, Stephanie Brown, and I'm with my partner in crime...”

[Dick:] “Dick Grayson! I hope you’ve all had a lovely day, I know I always do. Steph? Did you have a nice day?”

[Stephanie:] “Ahh, I got a D on my math test?”

[Dick:] “Aw, I’m sorry to hear that.”

[Stephanie:] “No no, that was more than I thought I’d get, today’s a fantastic day!”

[Dick:] [A chuckle] “I’m certainly glad to hear that then. So, today we'll talk a bit about the next event to take place in Gotham, that you probably all already know about.”

[Stephanie:] “Indeed, I mean, it’s always the buzz around here, we’ve got ten days left for it after all. But for those who don’t know, the annual Wayne Halloween party is an event that occurs every year on every Halloween and everyone is invited.”

[Dick:] “Yep, it always takes place at the manor, 1007 Mountain Drive, Gotham. Dress code is always in costume, there’s no theme this year so you’re welcome to wear whatever costume you want. There are a few new rules to be followed this year, unlike the three previous ones. It’s very new, but Alfred insisted to set those. It’s really meant to make sure that no one will get hurt and to ensure that everyone has fun. Seriously, please don’t break these, they are ALFRED’S.”

[Stephanie:] “I mean if anything, you still got the Black List, right? It’s easy to add new people on it.”

[Dick:] “Not really fun though, I hate excluding people from events. But sometimes it’s necessary. At the moment, there’s like 12 people on it, I’m sure they all know who they are.”

[Stephanie:] “Dick, care to tell us a little bit more about that list?”

[Dick:] “Right, but firstly it’s available on the public board at the entrance of the library. Please, if you’re not quite sure or if you’re paranoid that you might be on it you can always check that out.”

[Stephanie:] “Wait so, there’s already twelve people up on the list and it’s literally only been the fourth year you’re doing this. So, what does it take for your name to be added on it?”

[Dick:] “Well, the very first person to be put on the list tried to steal from the manor, so that was already a big no. But I mean, it’s general common sense, right? Don’t swipe things when you’re in someone’s house. That’s absolutely rude and very much so illegal and yes, we will not hesitate to call the cops.”

[Stephanie:] “Yeesh. And there’s the stalkers too, right? And we aaaaaall know who were talking about.”

[Dick:] “Yeeeeeeep. Anyway, getting onto the actual new rules, but for those who don’t know the current rules, I’d be happy to refresh everyone’s memories.” [Sound of paper being tapped on the desk] “Originally, there were a few rules, set and made sure it was enforced, but because of the events of last year’s party, a couple more have been added. But we’ll go down the list. Numero uno, do not take off your shoes.”

[Stephanie:] “Oh god, yes please, don’t take them off. Last time was…” [gagging noise] “Yep, don’t, otherwise you’ll be thrown out barefoot in the street.”

[Dick:] “Steph… I don’t think we’d actually keep the shoes. But.. erm, yeah no. Number two, please avoid spilling blood on the carpets and the curtains. Obviously it goes for both real and fake blood. Heck, just avoid spilling anything on the carpets and curtains in general.”

[Stephanie:] “Except if you’d like to get a very pissed off Alfred and in that case, have fun. I’ll make sure to bring flowers for your funeral.”

[Dick:] “Aaaactually, the third rule, we, the children of Bruce Wayne, have added by ourselves this time, is do not, I repeat, DO NOT piss off Alfred. He’s already doing a huge job to make sure we’ll have a very cool party and this year he’s making cookies. A lot of cookies. That plus making sure the party is running smoothly, we don’t want him to work even more than he needs to.”

[Stephanie:] “Bless Alfred, that man is a saint.”

[Dick:] “I know. We love you Alfred. Fourth rule is don’t throw up anywhere but the toilets. At worst, the sink. Sometimes things get a little crazy and yes, you feel the need to throw up, but please, do so in the toilet. Spare Alfred.”

[Stephanie:] “Bleh, gross? But it’s totally better than on the floor or walls I guess. You told me something about sweets?”

[Dick:] “Yeah, we got a bunch of specific sweets for vegans or other people following specific diets or who have allergies, like peanuts for example. It’s all in different containers, labeled and everything, so if you can eat regular sweets, please don’t take any of those. That is rule five, don’t take the vegan sweets. Otherwise you’ll probably be stabbed by Damian, that kid always has a sharp pencil somewhere. So this is already a forewarning and know that if you do take the risk, we’re not responsible for anything he does.”

[Stephanie:] “Yeah, please be cautious. He’s a bit extreme sometimes but it’s for the best in this specific case. Everyone wants to enjoy the party, that includes food and avoiding to call 911 for a stab wound.”

[Dick:] “Moving on to number six. As for those who went to previous parties, you may already know that we’ve got a cow at the manor - well, not in the manor, but she’s got a barn in the garden. Rule six is DON’T TIP OVER THE COW. LEAVE HER ALONE!”

[Stephanie:] “That animal deserves to have a quiet evening. What’d you guys name her? Batcow?”

[Dick:] “Yes, Damian named her Batcow. Don’t laugh.”

[Stephanie:] [Laughs] “Is that rule number seven? Don’t laugh at Batcow?”

[Dick:] [Some laughing] “It may as well be. But moving on, the next rule… There’s a few designated party areas, which by the way doesn’t include the barn, so for everyone’s safety and for the comfort of the Wayne Family, please do not leave those areas. Surveillance and booby traps, courtesy of Jason, will be set up. Seriously, we don’t want any of our rooms to be snooped in and messed up. That’s our private quarters, have some decency people.”

[Stephanie:] “Unlike last year.”

[Dick:] “Correct, unlike last year. That’s one instant way to lead yourself on the Black List. Rule number eight, please make sure you’ve got parent permission, or at least leave a note at your place to tell your folks where you’re at. Every year we always get cops showing up at our door because your parents can’t find you, so please make sure tell them where you’re going. Leading to number nine, if you think you might crash at the manor for the night, take a bag of fresh clothes. There’s a designated room to keep everyone’s stuff safe, so don’t worry about theft.”

[Stephanie:] “Yeah, no one wants to get breakfast with someone smelling like sweat and booze, that’s disgusting. Bring fresh shirts and pants, guys. Hey, didn’t you mention something about booze?”

[Dick:] “M hm, yep. It’s right here.” [sound of paper being shuffled again] “Number ten, do not, I repeat this with an utmost urge, do NOT bring booze. No booze, don’t bring any, we don’t want cops rolling up on our doors again because they catch intoxicated kids in the streets and tell them they’ve got it at our party.”

[Stephanie:] “But we aaaall know Jay’s gonna bring some anyway.”

[Dick:] “I can neither agree or disagree with that statement, but what I will say is, he can’t get any from the manor supply anymore. But yes, he does find booze from god knows where.”

[Stephanie:] “Sometimes I really wonder where he finds it. But he’s a tomb, he doesn’t spill anything. It’s really annoying, I can’t even get him to spill tea at any time.”

[Dick:] “...Steph he can most likely hear you.”

[Stephanie:] “AH! I mean… It’s really nice to know someone doesn’t spread rumors in the school, yep, really refreshing.”

[Dick:] “Suuuuuure, we all believe you. Totally. There’s a last rule, newly added too. As per the events of last year, do NOT climb on the chandelier and use it to swing-”

[Stephanie:] “As we all know who did.”

[Three seconds of silence followed by Dick, clearing his throat, and Steph chuckling.]

[Dick:] “...Moving on, do not climb onto the roof and jump into the pool. Do not climb on anything that isn’t meant to be climbed on as a matter of fact, because if this continues, we’re literally about to pass out forms and disclaimers to get you and your guardians to sign just so we can get angry parents out of our butts.”

[Stephanie:] “God, seriously??”

[Dick:] “Seriously.”

[Stephanie:] “Forms are the tickets to get in?”

[Dick:] “EXACTLY!”

[Some laughing from Stephanie.]

[Stephanie:] “That’s ridiculous!”

[Dick:] “I know! So please abide by the rules and I know some of ya’ll are gonna be ‘Aaaahh screw the rules.’ Don’t bother coming then.”

[Stephanie:] [Unintelligible sound coming from her, she sounds far away] “FUCK THE RULES!”

[Dick:] “Oh my god Steph please sit down, don’t let Alfred hear you say that.”

[More unintelligible sounds coming from Stephanie’s end and she clears her throat.]

[Stephanie:] “Hello.”

[Dick:] “Got that out of your system?”

[Stephanie:] “...Yep.”

[Dick:] “...Okay. Well, we’ve got a couple questions we’ve received from all our lovely listeners out there.”

[Stephanie:] “Aaand we will answer those questions, riiiight after our break.” [Increases the speed of talking] “This podcast was brought to you by the DramaClub,weneedmorepeopletojoinpleasejoinusOKAYIGOTTAGOUSETHEBATHROOM-”

[End of Episode 2.1. There’s elevator music being played.]

#batfam #batfamily #spoiler alert podcast #sap #stephanie brown #dick grayson #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #season 1 #richard grayson

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mayleebaby28 · 6 years

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Next and POV?

I always forget I reblog these things and I love the surprise of getting to answer them. Here’s some (long, oh well) responses. POV is the other side of the conversation Kon overhears Tim having on the phone in my Rockstar AU

Next: “I love youtoo, Mom.” Kon said, then hung up the phone. He glanced up at the two oldermen, raising eyebrows at him. “Jon left his phone in the kitchen.” He offeredup.

“Come outand sit with us for a while,” Jason said, nodding his head towards theelevator. “Everyone else in there is dead to the world except the vacuums.”

Kon nodded,following the two bandmates down to the main floor of the building and out thefront door. Jason sat himself on the banister while Roy took the steps of thestoop. Kon shuffled around until he was just leaning on the brick wall besidethe door.

“Hey, we’vegot a show tomorrow night for some charity thing. Come play with us.” Jasonsaid suddenly. Kon perked up. He hadn’t played on a stage in a while.

“Saw thatvideo of you singing over the holiday break,” Roy added.

“Which wasgross, by the way, but since you didn’t post it, I’ll let it slide.” Jasoninterrupted.

“You’repretty popular. It’d be good to get you back out on stage again.” Roycontinued, elbowing Jason in the calf. “And I don’t want to hear you talk aboutgross, I’ve watched you put your tongue in someone’s mouth more times than Ican count.”

“Yeah, wellyou’ve puked on me more than once so we’re even.” Jason snarked, blowing out apuff of smoke. “But Roy’s right. We talked to Dinah after we saw that video,and she agreed to manage you herself from here on out.”

“Really?”Kon asked, eyes widening.

��You’ve gotit, kid. And she can tell.” Jason said.

POV: Stephanie rolled out of the bed slowly. She was alone in it,Jason was asleep on the floor. Luckily Dick hadn’t come home last night, musthave stayed at Barbara’s. Or she’d have a lot of questions to answer.

Her head pounded a bit with her hangover. The night beforecame rushing back, and it made sense that she was wearing one of Jason’st-shirts and not her own. She had tried to seduce the man. And he said no. They playedstrip poker (her idea) and got kind of drunk (probably also her idea) and hestill said no because she was drunk and he was such a gentleman.

Fuck.

She got to her feet and as quietly as she could snuckdownstairs. Sure, Damian was still in bed, but he had been in bed since waybefore she got half naked. She quickly found her phone in the living room andhurried into Tim’s room for some privacy.

“Tim!” She whispered as soon as he answered the phone.

“This better beimportant, I was asleep.”

“Jason and I almost had sex last night.” She said sittingdown at the vanity. She looked like hell, her make up all over the place, herhair looking like she hadn’t brushed it ever. God, was she always this ugly inthe morning?

“What? How?”

“I don’t know,” She groaned, putting her head in her hand. “God,we were playing cards, I think I said, hey, you know, let’s play strip poker,make it interesting, and there was drinking involved and I’m such an idiot.”

“Well what happenedafter that?”

“Well I was down to my bra and underwear, we were playing upin the loft, and we got kind of close and there was some light making out, andanyways, next round he loses, takes his shirt off, puts it on me, and thencarries me to bed and tucks me in.” Steph explained. “God, I feel like such anidiot. I throw myself at this man and he’s so nice about everything. What do Ido?”

“Calm down, for one.”

“I’m calm.” Steph sighed, reaching for a tissue and wipingaway some of her make up.

“You know how muchJason cares about you. He just doesn’t want to push you into anything.”

“I know, but I seriously want your brother.”

“Gross.”

“No, no, I mean, not in that way. I mean, yeah, in that way,but in other ways.” She sighed. “I haven’t dated anyone in so long, I guess Ijust forgot what it feels like to be cared for and respected. I feel so badbecause I don’t just want a casual hook up with Jason. I want Jason.”

“Well, Steph, you needto tell him. Jason doesn’t do casual hook ups, he’s too much of a romantic. Heprobably just doesn’t want to get hurt himself.”

“But I don’t want to date, Tim. I’m not a dating person.”

“You dated me.”

“Yeah, I was pregnant, horny, and constantly crying. Someonehad to put up with me.” She scoffed. “I don’t know. It’s so grey right now. Heeven slept on the floor, Tim. Jason let me sleep in his bed and I slept on thefloor. Dick wasn’t even home last night, he could have slept in either of thetwo spare beds or the pull out.”

“He’s a gentleman,Steph. His main goal in relationships is to make the woman feel like a lady.”

“I’m not wearing pants, I’m not the lady, I’m the tramp inthis situation.” Steph shook her head. “Look, I’ll figure this out. Maybe I’llcall Cassie or Kori, Kori dated Jason, maybe she’ll have ideas. How are thingsgoing on the farm?”

“It’s pretty weird, Steph. I kind of thoughtI’d hate being out in the country but it’s not that bad.”

“You’re not going to turn into some apron-wearing housewife, are you?” She laughed, happy to get the subject off of her.

“No, of course not. We’re not there yet. Imean, it’s only been six months.”

“So, what, you two aren’t planning a barn wedding yet?” Sheasked with another small laugh. Damn she was funny.

“We haven’t really talked about it. We’vejust kind of been enjoying the quiet out here. I learned how to milk a cow.”

“A cow? That sound weird.”

“I’m honestly enjoying myself. I never likedanimals much, but the ones out here are pretty nice. The dog has been sleepingin my room.”

“You sound like you’re really enjoying yourself out there.Tim, are you seriously considering a farm for the rest of your life?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. I didn’t think I’d likebeing on a farm, but even doing the chores isn’t bad. I could see us maybehaving a small farm.”

“You two are so disgustingly cute, it makes me want tovomit.” She said, shaking her head. “Though that might be the hangover.”

“I’ve got to let you go, Steph. Kon’ll be upsoon. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, talk to you tomorrow.” She said, hanging up herphone. There was no way just a tissue was going to take this make up off. Ifanything, it looked worse. Steph sighed, getting up from the vanity seat andheading back out to the living room. She caught sight of Jason coming out of the small half bathin the back corner by the kitchen, a small smile on his face as he leaned inthe door jam, hands in his pajama pants pockets.

“Thought maybe you’d left.” He said softly, and she strodetowards him.

“No, just checking in on Tim.” She said, pointing back toTim’s bedroom as if that explained anything. “He’s having fun. He learned howto milk a cow.” God, she was rambling like a moron. Jason glanced down at her once before motioning for her tofollow him into the bathroom.

This one wasn’t as big as the main bathroom, but it housed atoilet and a pedestal sink with a mirrored medicine cabinet above it. To theside was a stacked washer and dryer, humming quietly. Jason must have startedsome laundry.

“Sit,” Jason said, grabbing a wash cloth from the smallshelving unit beside the sink and running it under water. Steph did as she wastold and sat down on the toilet lid. Jason turned, running the damp wash clothover her face.

“This stuff doesn’t come off that easy, you know.” She said,crossing her legs at the sudden realization that her panties were probablyvisible while she sat. The t-shirt wasn’t thatlong.

“I know.” Jason nodded, but he ran the wash cloth under thewater again anyways, rising off the black mascara residue. “Relax.”

She catches sight of herself in the mirror and okay, maybethat soap did more than she thought. She looked almost normal again. Once Jason is holding a hairbrush and motioning for her tofollow, she thinks for sure that she must be asleep still. Never has anyonebeen this kind to her. They sit on his bed, Stephanie between his splayed legs,while he brushes out her hair. He goes gentle on the knots, and she remembershow he must have done this while he was with Kori. How she had seen him do thiswith Lian.

This was a dream, she thought. It had to be.

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coffee-randomness · 7 years

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Hey I'm the anon who requested the batsis and batfamily headcanon. I loved it, thank you💕. Since you're still open could I request a headcanon of the batfamily reacting to batsis' bad breakup with her girlfriend? Hahahah you can totally ignore this request if you'd like (you could do something bad woth the breakup like the girl cheated on her or something)

(Oh, hey anon! I’m really happy you liked it and of course I’ll do this one too!! Hope this one’s good!)

Tags: @speedypan @insideoflit @the-shadow-of-atlantis

Batfam reacting to batsis having a bad breakup with her girlfriend:

Alfred:

Regulates the amount of things you eat through the day, forcing you to eat if you refuse to and not allowing to eat too many junk food if you over eat. Sneaks a candy bar every once in a while.

Would try to comfort you with unconventional advises, “you should take a walk, miss (y/n)” and “sometimes being with yourself is the better company,” along with some other sayings.

Would recommend books and movies for you to watch so you can distract yourself and listen if you want to rant to him.

It’s actually really sad that you are so sad and would probably call in some of your brothers and friends so they distract you and make you feel better.

Bruce:

Honestly won’t know what to do with himself. Won’t know what to do with you.

Would try to make your training five times harder so you can let your anger out, the best medicine for a broken heart and grieve he knows? Crime fighting.

“This things happen (y/n)”, “It doesn’t mean you can’t let yourself trust anybody else, always be open to new people.”. You won’t be sure if you should laugh or cry at his attemps but well, at least he’s trying.

He won’t force you to talk about it, but if you’re too down, he’ll probably suspend patrols for you until you get over it because you’re starting to take too much risks and he’d get worried.

Barbara:

Organizes a big sleepover just for you to rant and cry over old romantic comedy movies until you fall asleep at 4 am dressed on one of her pijamas and hugging a pillow.

Would listen to you complaining for hours and just nod , knowing you have to somehow let it all out.

Would look for different ways to make something productive out of your hurt and constantly check on you.

Babarba would actually track your ex-girlfriend to make sure the both of you aren’t someplace near each other and get really angrier than you if your ex tries to talk to you to explain what you saw with your very own eyes.

Dick:

He’s the first one to know about it and would probably get sad with you and hug you and spoil you so much.

Would buy you tons of sweets but scold you for staying up until late and not taking proper care of yourself, more than anyone, I feel like he understands how it feels and he’d be extremely concerned about you.

Making up “fun” adventures after patrol/work so to keep you busy and distracted.

Would give you more hugs, would listen to what you have to say and help get through it.

Cass:

Pats your head constantly. Calls Steph and gives her some ideas.

Would, very much like Bruce, not know what to do with you and would try to step up your training and spar more harder. If you get tired, you can’t think about it.

Won’t ask you much about what happened with your girlfriend and listen calmly if you want to say anything about it.

Would look for ways to help you get your anger and sadness out.

Jason:

He hears about it and gets furious, but you make him promise he won’t do anything to her. Still, he teams up with Steph to pull off a small prank on your now ex-girlfriend.

Would attempt to teach you how to drive his motorcycle so you can keep yourself distracted.

Constantly checks on you and buys you chocolate, he won’t admit it but he’ll spoil you a little more. That book you told him you wanted to read three months ago? He gets it for you.

Would assure that you’d find someone better and attempt to make you say stupid things about your ex (even though that’s not alright) so you can somehow laugh it out.

Steph:

The day the she hears about it, Steph calls Jason and makes up a quick plan of “vengance”. Some witness say that night, Spoiler and the Red Hood throwed eggs at someone’s window, covered their house with toilet paper.

When you ask her about it, she denies it, but later on shows you pictures of your ex-girlfriend covered in flour while wearing some ridiculous pijamas and looking offended. You both laugh about it, but you make her promise she won’t do it again.

Would be eager to hear about it and give the best advise of your life. Also “girls night” happen twice a week and she goes over to the manor to eat tons of junk food with you and try to make you laugh.

Steph would often reassure that it wasn’t your fault, and that you’ll find someone better for you.

Tim:

Takes it the way you take it. If you’re sad about it, he’ll get sad too, if you’re angry, he’ll get angry too.

Would let you hug him if you need it, but honestly he’d be so uncomfortable because Tim doesn’t really know how to manage his own sadness so he won’t know what to do with yours. Though you know he understands.

Involve you in the process of resolving cases, making you investigate things so you can distract yourself.

Would probably offer video games as an outcome for your anger and listen to you talk without pressuring onto doing it.

Damian:

He’d be the last one to know about it. By the time he finds out, you’re already over it, kind of.

Would probably want to live up to his promise of “cutting her” if she ever hurts you and you have to sit down and talk him out of it, reassuring him that you’re fine now.

Still, he’s angry that you’re not doing anything to get revenge. What Jason and Steph did calms him a little, though.

“She wasn’t the one for you, you deserve way better.”

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the-markiblog · 7 years

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Alright children, here’s what’s up

*cough* In my opinion....

Okay so, the house is indeed cursed somehow. If you die in the house, your spirit is trapped there forever. "Darkiplier" is one of the spirits trapped in the house. Some time ago, the Colonel purchased the manor and invited his dearest friends, Mark and Damian, to join him living in this glorious mansion. Time passed quietly. The Colonel would go on safari, Mark became an actor, and Damian became the mayor.

Eventually, Mark met Celine. The two of them fell in love and got married. When they did, Celine moved into the manor as well, despite finding the house a little off-putting. The four lived together in relative peace.

But things were happening behind Mark's back. Celine was intrigued by the Colonel's eccentricities and found his safari hunts exciting. While he wasn't marriage material, she couldn't help but be attracted to him. The feeling was mutual. So, with Mark funding the next safari, Celine joined Colonel on an adventure. There was an affair. The tabloids reported on it. Celine and Colonel swore to Mark that it was just tabloid propaganda and it wasn't true, but Mark thought otherwise. Especially when that same safari was a bust, the only time one of the Colonel's safaris hadn't produced a profit. Mark thought, maybe there was no profit because there wasn't actually a safari.

So now, with his marriage strained from a supposed affair and his friendship with the Colonel strained because of that, plus financial problems, things kinda blew up. The Colonel moved out.... and so did Celine (hence why she showed up to the house later, she wasn't living there).

Time passed, but Mark never forgot the betrayals. And, unbeknownst to him, the house... or something in that house... was whispering to him, fueling the rage. Years passed and it was time for Mark to get his revenge. So he staged a party to celebrate life and friendship. He used it as a way to lure the Colonel back to the manor where he could kill him. He invited friends, even a detective and a district attorney, to serve as "proof" he wasn't a killer. Why would he invite the authorities to a murder?

The party goes on without a hitch. Everyone drinks their asses off and has a great time. Except for Mark, of course, who can't touch alcohol. It'll kill him. So, with everyone passing out or close to, Mark makes his move. He confronts the Colonel while he's intoxicated, thinking it'll be an easy kill. But Mark is just an actor... the Colonel is a war veteran and a safari enthusiast and a hunter.

The detective said Mark had been stabbed 37 times, poisoned, beaten, strangled, drowned, and shot before being thrown off the stairway balcony. This can be explained by the fight that would've ensued between Mark and the Colonel. Stabbed, a given. Poisoned? The Colonel likely threw alcohol in his face or even tried to kill him by forcing him to drink it. Beaten and strangled, obvious reasons. Drowned? Perhaps shoved his head down in a toilet or into a pool. And then shot finally at the end because that's just what the Colonel does. The Colonel obviously didn't want to get caught so at an appropriate time the next day, he shoved Mark's body off the balcony to a neutral location to be discovered.

Now, going through the investigation again, I learned the following things...

Damian, Mark, and the Colonel have been friends since childhood.

They're all the same age.

They met "us" in college.

The local media thought the "Mayor is a Demon in Disguise"

George the groundskeeper has worked there since before this group owned it.

George knows there's evil in that house because many murders have happened in it.

George also knew exactly what to look for when that evil would strike, implying he's seen it before.

So to explain the grand finale and what the hell happened there. "Darkiplier," after whispering to Mark for years to get revenge, has been left unsated because the Colonel overpowered Mark and killed him. This is why Mark says, "It's not fair, is it?" He was just a pawn of the greater power in the house and was now trapped there as well, all for nothing, as he never got his revenge. But remember, the tabloids believed it was the Mayor who was the demon. Damian, who seemed kind, caring, even a bit shy and quiet, who had only the best of intentions for the city in mind... was considered to be a demon? Why? Because it isn't the house that's evil, as Celine always believed. It's Damian. The sweet outside was the cover for the vengeful spirit, trapped in the house, who had decided to take control of the weakest link. After all, Mark was an actor, a bold personality, strong in character, with grand goals for his life. He didn't need a demon's help (not until later). The Colonel was far too eccentric to be twisted or coerced, another strong personality to contend with.

Damian was the quiet one with simple dreams of gaining a political station where he could help others. The demon had no problem possessing this one. This is why "Damian" says that the Colonel is "out there with my body." The Colonel was the one getting rid of the bodies. He was burying them. That's why he was missing often from most scenes. That's why the wine cellar was a "den of evil." The bodies are buried beneath the stones (represented by a broken bottle of red wine and a mourning Tyler).

So in short, Damian had been possessed by Darkiplier long ago, possibly not long after moving into the manor. Dark likely helped Damian gain his political status. Demons aren't sated by just possession, though. It's deals that feed them. Which is why he struck a deal with Mark. "You kill the Colonel, exact your revenge, and I shall help you. Then, you can frame Damian for it because he knew of the affair all along. It'll be just you and Celine again. You can have her for your own like you once did."

With that ruined, Dark had no choice but to use Celine's powers as a seer to get to a new body. Damian was killed while Dark was still inside him, leaving him trapped once again in the house. He needed a new host. So with Celine paving the way with promises and trust, it was easy for Dark to gain access... willingly... to us.

And now Dark is free again. Free not only from Damian, Mark, and the Colonel, but from the house as well.

And who knows where he's going next.

BONUS:

It seems that the "Mayor at Manor" list of dates also involves Dark and Warf, but mostly Dark.

2/14 - ADWM - cameos of Warf and Dark within

2/15 - Charity stream - Mark talked at length about both characters

2/21 - ???

3/5 - Charity stream - Darkiplier shirts now on sale

3/13 - trapped in Boston, Mark goes crazy and "dies" in the snow

4/20 - Random stream - 1.5 hours of MARKIPLIER'S PUNISHMENT CLOSET (where Mark is talking softly thru it all)

5/21 - Prey video - named "Already Infected"

also 5/21 - Kindergarten video - named "My wife killed me"

7/1 - Joy of Creation Story Mode Part 1 - the opening of which is about returning home after years away (the colonel?)

7/2 - ???

7/3 - ???

#markiplier #darkiplier #warfstache #who killed markiplier #darkidoom #markimoo #wilfwarf

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Hi, I absolutely love your batboy X reader imagines. Can I request one of Damian being jealous of Jason's S/o as he sees her as a Sister figure and wants her to himself?

I wasn’t too sure what you meant butI decided to take it with stride! You requested Damian being jealous of Jasonright? Because Damian wants Jason’s s/o to him? At least that’s what I thinkyou want but nevertheless! Sorry if it’s short and thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy!

Damian frowns as he stares at you cradling Jason to your chestwhen Jason flops down on the couch after a taxing mission. He ignores thejealousy burning in him and tries his hardest not to let his disdain show fartoo much. He honestly does not know whatyou see in Todd. Damian feels a little bit conflicted because if you didn’t gettogether with Todd, there was no way he could probably have meet you and that,in itself, was a scary thought.

“How was patrol, Jay?” You ask him when Jason madehimself comfortable on top of your chest. You ran a hand through his hair,massaging his scalp lightly just as he likes it. Jason murmurs somethingincoherent and you nudge him. “Actual words, babe."

Jason pulls back to roll his eyes at you. If that was anyoneelse, you would have smacked them already but alas, it was Jason. "Hadsome close calls but other than that, ’s fine.” He mutters, recalling theevents that took place during patrol. “At least none of us got injuredthis time around.”

You frown slightly but nod your head nonetheless. “At thevery least, you are still keeping your promises so I can’t truly be mad.”You press your lips against his and Jason smirks in to the kiss. He pulls awayafter a bit.

“I’m going to hit the showers first.” He slowly pullsaway from you before pausing entirely to give you a look. “You’re welcometo join me if you want.” He smirks at you and you playfully swat at him.

“Just go take your damn shower, Todd and come backhere later.” You tell him and Jason lets out a chuckle before pressing akiss atop your head. He turns around to leave but is surprise to see Damianstanding there.

“Yo, Demon Spawn. I didn’t notice you.” He laments andDamian narrows his eyes at Jason.

“It would mean that you would have eyes at the back of yourhead, Todd.” Damian says smartly, before heading towards the couch to sitdown a minute distance from you, arms crossed.

Jason shrugs his shoulders. He has got to admit now that he hasspent some time with the Demon Spawn, he wasn’t that bad of a kid.“Okay,” Jason decides to leave the two of you be and heads for hisbedroom.

Damian then turns to look at you onlyto flush slightly because you are looking at him. He thinks it’s silly that youare going out with Todd especially because you could do so much better withoutTodd and again, the frown on his face deepens because if you had not met Todd,how was he supposed to meet you?

You smile before shaking your head. Hisattitude sometimes reminds you of your pet hedgehog, Bo. Or rather, Bo remindsyou of Damian. They were so alike and you find both of them extremely adorable.Jason has always told you that Damian cherishes the ground you walk on mostlybecause he sees you as a respectable older sister figure. Though sometimes,Jason would grumble over how much Damian likes to hang around you too.

“Nothing, Damian. How was your night?”You ask him. Honestly you were honored Damian looked up to you as an oldersister. Being the youngest in the family, you had no one looking up to you andyou have always wanted a younger sibling even if this younger sibling came inthe form of Jason’s youngest pseudo brother. “Jay told me the two of you had acouple of close calls.”

Damian nod his head curtly. “Yes,that is correct.” It was not any of their faults and he remembered Jason goingthrough the bad villain rather quickly because in the midst of fighting, Jasonhad promptly told him to make it quick because he wanted to go home to bed, to(your code name). “Sister.” Damian calls your attention and you nod your head,prompting him to go on.

“Are you happy?” He questions as helooks away from you to stare blankly ahead.

You furrow your eyebrows together. “Thatis very subjective, Damian.” You point out. “But if you ask me if I am happy ingeneral, yes, I am. Am I happy with my current life? It worries me whenever Jayor you or any of the family goes out for patrols or dangerous missions but Iknow that all of you will always try your hardest to come back home so that isa relief.” You explain and Damian turns to look at you once more with anunreadable expression. “Am I happy with Jason? Absolutely. Of course, like anyother couples, we fight with each other and sometimes it’s always over thesilliest things like leaving the toilet seat up!” You grumble but Damian snortsat your revelation – it seems like Todd has a habit of leaving the toilet seatup. “But we still love each other very much and I absolutely adore him.”

Damian nods his head slowly. Hisbrain is now formulating another plan – he really wants to keep you to himselfbecause you have never treated him like the adult he thinks he is but rather asa kid that is growing up, that craves for attention, affection and whatever itis that Damian needs. Perhaps if you stay in the family, stay with Jason and ifJason proposes to you, Damian will have that bond with you forever.

He nods his head curtly at yourexplanation before giving you a small smile. “Thank you for entertaining myquestions, sister.” You smile at him before pulling him in a brief hug. If thiswas just about anyone, Damian would have shove them so far away but this is you– so Damian just accepts the hug. He pulls away quickly though when he hearsJason’s obnoxious steps. “I will leave you to Todd now.”

Damian pecks your cheek and leavesthe living room just in time to catch Jason walking towards where he had just comefrom. He stops Todd from advancing any further. Jason stares at Damian. “Bestyou put a ring on sister’s finger, Todd.” He states before leaving Jasonsurprised by what he had just said.

Jason walks to you still somewhatdazed by what Damian had just said. Did the brat go through his bag again? Hecould have sworn he hid the ring box very carefully.

#Jason #Damian #Jason Todd #Damian Wayne #Jason Todd x reader #Jason Todd x reader imagines #Jason Todd imagines #Damian Wayne imagines #dc #dc comics #dc comics imagines

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Wednesday Roundup

*long deep sigh*

Okay, I said last week I was going to cancel all Marvel subscriptions in response to the bullcrap that was revealed in Secret Empire. And I continue to firmly stand on not supporting Marvel on any decisions involving that catastrophe. But I must go back on my word. After discussing with friends and others about the best course of action, I am afraid that Marvel set things up -- what with the anti-diversity talks just a few weeks ago -- to make it seem as though any boycotts that would come about due to the Hydra revelations last week would be scapegoated to the titles that are doing the opposite. So I want to support titles that do just that -- titles like Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur -- so long as their book isn’t involved with the crossover and if their authors don’t seem to have much involvement either.

... also I pre-ordered Deadpool Vol. 6 for a specific reason that I’ll get into in the review.

All that out of the way, let’s get into the comics this week~

DC’s Batman Beyond, Marvel’s Deadpool, DC’s Detective Comics, Marvel’s Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur, DC’s Wonder Woman

DC’s Batman Beyond (2016- ) #7 Dan Jurgens, Bernard Chang, Marcello Maiolo

*long heralding sigh* We can’t leave well enough alone, can we, DC?

The continuity of Batman Beyond has somewhat been in the toilet from the start. Anything which got its start thanks to the awfulness that was Futures End was sort of doomed to that, especially since they were trying to make that the canon ending of the DCU proper, while at the same time drawing in elements from the animated series.

This book, though, honestly gave me a lot of hope for what it was doing, which was to focus on the characters pretty specifically from the DCAU Batman Beyond cartoon and growing their stories and relationships rather than focusing on trying to put itself too immediately in the Earth Prime timeline.

And those moments from this issue are great. We get more Max and Bruce interactions, which I love. We get some actual growth of Dana and Terry’s relationship. Curare is still one of my favorite villains. Matt’s increased role excites me.

And then we get this fucking page.

I have a bad history with DC splash pages of “our family history” already (see any of my Batgirl (2009-2011) rants), but this one just goes straight for the throat. Sorry literally every woman in the Batfamily ever. I mean, usually at least Barbara gets a shoutout but not even that this time around. And then the worst offense is that Damian and Duke are both whitewashed. What the actual fuck.

This entire page is a disaster, especially since we are very obviously just using it to foreshadow that the leader of the League of Assassins has to do with Damian, because godforbid anyone but the biological child be treated special.

Oh, sorry. Biological male child. Or else we’d see some plots with Helena Wayne, couldn’t have that.

Oh, Batman Beyond. Why must you hurt me the way you do. I was enjoying you so much too.

Marvel’s Deadpool (2015- ) Volume 6: Patience: Zero Gerry Duggan, Matted Lolli, Scott Koblish, Guru-eFX

So I’ve obviously made some exceptions to my Marvel rule and that is simply a case-by-case basis. There are stronger reasons for the other exception this week, Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur, which I would honestly be devastated if it was taken down because of this monumental grossness that is Marvel right now because it’s the epitome of everything that’s not the Secret Empire catastrophe.

The other is Deadpool because I pre-ordered this volume months ago and because Deadpool is just a weird exception of a comic to begin with. At least as Deadpool is written under Gerry Duggan and how these particular issues especially are written.

So yes, while I would recommend all the issues in this trade to comic fans, the issue I really bought this volume for is for a very personal reason: #20 is the issue dealing with suicide and mental illness and... as someone who struggles on this road in my own life, in both point of views we have here, I am... very particular about how these issues are approached. I hate the way it was handled in Robin (1993-2009), despise the way it was portrayed in All-Star Superman, I just honestly don’t feel like I’ve ever read a story -- especially in comics -- that spoke to me and made me feel like I benefited from it the way the comics were obviously trying to make me feel.

Deadpool goes the most realistic route I’ve ever seen this handled. It’s about “death is permanent, so let’s make sure there’s nothing else you want to do first” It’s about helping someone out, giving them other things to focus on in the moment, giving them more to experience, and then knowing when professional help is needed, when you’re beyond your means.

And it’s hard. Deadpool says it best -- unkilling someone is way harder. And I’ve never felt an issue strike such a cord with me before.

Of course, that’s only one of several issues collected, and we finally get the climax and our answers with Madcap. The entire storyline was rediculous, dramatic, frightening, and any range of emotions between. A great story overall even if anything involving Hydra -- especially Bob -- inherently sickens me at this point.

If you’re on that level with me on the Hydra stuff, I would recommend buying #20 on its own and then #25 to finish up the Deadpool 2099 story which, for me, had a good conclusion to it.

But yeah. This was a splurge purchase at least partially because... I have a feeling I won’t be picking up the next few trades of Deadpool flat out, honestly. Lots of Secret Empire this way comes. And I’m not happy about it. Hopefully I can pick up Vol. 8 or 9 and we can get back to Deadpool and Ellie and Preston and everything that makes me love this comic to begin with.

DC’s Detective Comics (2016- ) #955 James Tynion IV, Marcio Takara, Marcello Maiolo

CASS HAS A GIRLFRIEND BALLERINA AND SHE APOLOGIZED AND ALL IS GOOD AND NOT AN ORPHAN ANYMORE BE STILL MY HEART

OKAY. So that’s out of my system. Last time (two weeks ago) I went into a full on rant about how there are things I Love about Tynion’s writing -- relationships, character building, the sense of family, understanding how to write Cass the way few writers other than her creators have truly gotten -- and things I Hate about Tynion’s writing -- an overall lack of build up for payoff, weak plots, a bit of a ‘break the status quo’ mentality despite a lack of building said status quo -- there are Things. And I can make entire essays about how I feel he needs to grow as a writer especially when it comes to writing mysteries which is what Detective Comics should be at its core.

I’m putting that aside for now -- still there, I still have my issues with this arc -- but this issue is... It’s going to be a milestone.

It’s going to be a milestone in bringing Cass’ character back into full form. And I loved every moment of it. The pacing was still.... ehhh. Could’ve probably benefited more from immediately starting with the flashback explaining Cass’ recovery and reintroducing our ballerina girlfriend, then launching into the present time uninterrupted. Maybe show Cass rescuing the others from their naked Hell, because as far as I can tell that just means we’re going to have another disorganized flashback in the next issue which isn’t making me excited because that should be the finale to all of this.

Yatta yatta. Critical lenses are on, everyone, don’t worry. I’m still the Rena you know.

I just don’t care as much because those things I Love that I mentioned? They where here and they were with my favorite characters. And ALSO???? Tynion planted the seed of the ballerina and Cass living above the studio many issues ago??? And then actually gave us payoff for it??? What is this, a personal letter to me?

Nah, can’t be. No windows were broken in this issue.

I enjoyed myself is what I’m getting at. It’s amazing how I can be really irritated with Detective Comics and then all the sudden it drags me right back in with an issue that gets me just right.

Marvel’s Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur (2015- ) #18 Amy Reeder, Brandon Montclare, Natacha Bustos, Tamra Bonvillain

So i’ve dropped some books in my personal Marvel ban, and I will be avoiding anything remotely related to Secret Empire like the plague, and I still encourage other people to do the same. But there are some books, some ideas, some diversity in the Marvel lineup that for me are simply just too important to throw out with the bathwater.

Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur is 1000% a book I want to survive Marvel’s current tirefire.

And since Marvel curiously made it clear that they were going to throw their diversity titles under the bus and blame them for any loss of sales this summer just before knowingly putting out a terribly controversial book, I can’t help but allow my suspicions to rise.

Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur continues to be the best of the genre and the first book I recommend to kids -- which is something I do quite a lot. If you’ve been following my blog for a while you’ll know that I am very active in trying to get new, young readers into comics and have personally given out comics to kids in and out of the country. It’s something that is very important to me, having been raised with comics myself.

So I am very happy to go back on my word for titles like Moon Girl and I’m so glad that a book so inviting and loving is around in the disaster that is the larger comic landscape for the Marvel Universe.

DC’s Wonder Woman (2016- ) #21 Greg Rucka, Liam Sharp, Laura Martin

Considering how vocally I have been annoyed with the “B story” of this Wonder Woman run thus far, it’s a real relief to finally be able to say, as the storylines converge and we come sadly closer to the end of Rucka’s return to Wonder Woman, finally this slow burn has been worth it. And this moment I chose in particular -- Veronica Cale at long last taking Diana’s hand -- is so built up, is so necessary that it makes everything truly feel like it’s deservedly come full circle.

And Cale’s motivations in Rebirth fit so much better than they did in the Post-Crisis comics, it makes everything about this confrontation and this conclusion worthwhile.

Though there’s still a lot to be fixed in terms of Rucka’s more... tone deaf treatment of earlier racist tropes and so on that have proven to be basically completely unnecessary to this plot. That’s a pretty gross road to end up going down for no reason.

And finally we get to Ares. And maybe it’s the animal lover in me but I’m like “those poor Dobermen, hope they still have a home with Cale after the twin gods’ souls are released.

... Look we all know I’m going to pick Detective Comics for my pick of the week this week because I’m a sheep and it hit everything I wanted from an issue of Detective Comics including giving us more Cass-Ballerina action and having a fanciful callout to Phantom of the Opera that made my heart soar.

But I would, for this week, also like to provide a secondary pick for Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur for being not just a fantastic book (which it is) but continuing to provide a bright light at the end of a very, very long and dark tunnel that is the Marvel Universe. It is the Marvel of tomorrow if they could just stop with their bullshit. Which, because it’s Marvel, they probably won’t.

But these are just my thoughts and opinions, I’d love to hear from all of you. What did you think of this week? Any good titles I’m not picking up? I’d love to hear from you

#Rena Roundups #Batman Beyond (2016 )#Deadpool (2015 )#Detective Comics (2016 )#Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur (2015 )#Wonder Woman (2016 )

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