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iammarriedtomothman · 3 years

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Meet Cute (again)

All Gio had wanted was a new model for his latest piece. Yes he had plenty of beautiful people waltzing around the estate but he wasn’t sure how willing they would be to sit and pose for four hours at a time.

No, he needed a professional, it had been much too long since a museum had seen a Scarafaggio original and now was time.

He had entrusted his Lex to pick his model, his muse for the week. And maybe that was a mistake, he had been moping around the estate for too long now and they had noticed. True he had a wonderful enclave of people in what he jokingly referred to as “the estates private collection” but he missed his masterpiece.

Y/N

They had died young again a few years back. Poisoned by a man they had married. He thought that if he stepped out of the picture their next lifecycle they would be safe, wouldn’t die young like they had every time he found them again. But the universe was cruel and he watched from afar at their funeral yet again.

He had met them in ancient Rome, he was still relatively naïve to humanity but he felt a pull to them, their kind eyes, warm smile. They were sunshine to him, and he fell quickly. He painted them almost everyday, trying his best to capture their beauty. He had a few weeks with them before sickness took them. He had only them in memory and paintings now. He found them again a few years later, they had no idea who he was but their kind eyes still sparkled with affection for him.

And thus the cycle continued, he held them close and tried to capture their beauty. He tried to protect them, keep them healthy and safe. But they would die young regardless.

He had loved them and lost them too many times and each go round was a chip at his heart. So he grew bitter and closed off. Allowing only a few inside.

Maybe Lex had grown tired of him staring longingly at their portrait in the side room of his studio, where he would lock himself in days at a time. He had filled the room with the paintings of them and the others over the years. They always had those kind eyes that filled with adoration for him.

Lex cleared her throat, startling him as he tore his eyes away from thier portrait. “Porca miseria Lex!”

“Sorry Boss I thought you would have heard me coming, your model is here”

“Thank you Lex” and with that he closed the doors to the small room and went to greet his guest.

But when he went to go greet them he halted. If he ever had the need to breathe his breath would have hitched. His Y/N was standing right in front of him. Standing next to an old beat up red car, their smile is still wide, eyes that meet his, still kind and loving.

“H-hello, I’m Y/N, I’ll be your model” And their voice is still sweet even when they’re nervous. “Hello, I’m Scarafaggio Shoggoth but you may call me Gio, everyone does” He extended his hand “You come highly recommended and I must say, I look forward to working with you” he was going to kill Lex, or thank her immensely, it was really depending on how this all panned out.

They shook his hand and time stopped, they still felt the same in his hand and he stopped himself from raising it to his mouth to press a kiss into it like he had done so many times over.

He set them up in his studio, he wondered if they felt comfortable, like they felt they had always lived here, as their body language showed them relaxed. He rolled up his sleeves and got to work, a million emotions rolling through him but, he was more guarded, how many times could he lose them again, maybe just one painting would be enough to sustain him?

“Soooooo” they spoke up, cutting the silence

“What?” he barked and immediately hated himself, he never wanted to speak a cross word to them in his existence, but better to keep his heart at a distance. He winced as they shrunk back a bit, their eyebrows shot up “n-nothing, just you know, most clients listen to music or at the very least make small talk. I just thought we could get to know each other since, we’ll be spending a long amount of time together” He sunk back behind his painting “I can put on some classical music if you’d like but I’m not sure you’d like my conversations” A few minutes ticked by, now filled with soft classical music “So, um, what do you do for work?” He laughed through his nose, if only they knew, “art” he replied. “Well, I’m a botanist but it surprisingly doesn't pay well, go figure. So I took up modeling on the side” and with that they talked through their entire session, it was always like them to break through his tough shell no matter how hard he tried to keep it up.

He kept asking them to come back, he needed them to come back, he wanted to hear them again, see them close to what they had looked before, laid practically naked over a chair, ethereally beautiful. One day they let out a soft laugh through their nose, a noise he missed dearly. “Something funny?” he asked, working on their shading. “No, it’s just… I don’t know Déjà vu? It feels like I’ve been here before, like this house seems familiar?”

He faltered, did they know? Had they figured it out? “Oh well, a trick of the mind I guess, all big houses look alike” He mentally sighed in relief and went back to painting, hoping that as mean as he was, he could keep their distance. Paint them until he got just enough to sustain him and then send them away, let them live a normal life, hopefully a long one this time.

But of course they were curious, and a wanderer. He had only got up for a minute to get them some water. Perhaps it was a ploy by them to distract him, he could have gotten one of his clones to get it but he wanted to do this for them, a slip up by him. When he got back they weren't in the chaise, they weren't even in the studio. His panic only worsened when he saw his private side room door open. The room with his personal collection, where all the portraits of them were stored. He dropped the glass, and ran to the room praying he had simply forgotten to close it. He shoved the door open quickly in a panic, and there they were, staring at themself from 300 years ago. A look of worry and fear across their face. “Y/N, my darling please” He begged as he reached out to gently grab their hand, the pet name all too natural, was a mistake. “Don’t.” He flinched, their words sharp and demanding, making his stomach drop “Don’t, don’t call me that, not when you have all of these paintings of me” their eyes filling with tears “not when you’ve been staring at me practically naked for a week now” They slapped his outstretched hand away “don’t touch me you creep!” They shoved past him, grabbing their bag and running out the door. He watched as they ran, not wanting to chase them. As he heard the front door slam and their car rev up, he accepted solemnly that they had made their decision, and done as he had hoped anyway, left him alone for them to live a normal life. So why did it feel so bad, why did it feel like his unbeating heart was shattered? He sunk to the floor, the reason clear, it’s because they hated him, in all of their lives they either loved him or ignored him, but never hated him. He had never wanted to cause them pain or suffering, he only wanted to protect them. He stood up eventually and stared at his unfinished art piece, anger at himself boiling up inside, he couldn't destroy it, the only thing left of them, but he needed to destroy something. His studio was in shambles when Zhuk found him, anger spent, now numbly staring at the tumblr full of netherworld quality booze. Everything was destroyed except their unfinished portrait. which stood neatly on its easel. “I messed it up Zhuk” He told him emotionlessly “Then fix it, durak” Zhuk replied. Gio flinched at this cold response but he was right, he needed to fix it.

So he reached out, using the number they had given him, begging for just a chance to explain himself. Luckily they had in fact been putting things together over the times they had visited. “I found it weird I already knew where the bathroom was, and how I knew that there’s a tricky turn at the entrance” They explained to him as he walked them back to the portrait room “things got to much just for Déjà vu to explain and after the paintings, it just began to come together”

He nodded as he guided them to the portrait room “Yes, you and a couple of others are a rare soul, one that will continue to be reborn time and time again” He held such restraint around them, wanting nothing more than to hold them against him again, overjoyed they had given him a second chance. “You see, it’s said that sometimes a love is so strong that one lifetime isn’t enough to live it, and that’s what is the case with you and the others” “Where did I meet you first?” they asked breathily after a few minutes of silence. Gio smiled and gently took their hand, leading them to the first Fresco he painted of them “Rome in the first century” it felt so good to have them hand in his again “You and I were buying wine and there was only one left. You insisted I take it and that you didn’t really want it, so I offered we share it” He chuckled “we shared a bottle and then a beautiful few weeks together before you passed” “And this one?” They were pointing to the golden framed portrait of them, they looked almost the same as they did back then, they had only changed their hair. “That was you in 1842, you lived here then and were the head of the house, you made everyone's day so much brighter” He tested the waters by bringing their hand to his mouth, pressing a loving kiss onto their knuckles. “Mine especially” Luckily, they didn’t flinch or tug their hand away, instead they sighed happily, still looking at their old portrait. “I was so beautiful”

He chuckled and turned to them, elated to see their eyes were shining yet again in adoration and love

“My darling you are still as lovely as the day I met you centuries ago” Lovingly stroking their face. They smiled and leaned into his touch, “I can’t explain it, but this feels so familiar, it makes me feel safe and warm, like I’ve done this countless times with you” His heart soared in happiness “Then I will spend everyday until eternity making you feel this way my love” He smiled softly at his little spot of sunshine “may I risk making a complete fool of myself by asking if I can kiss you?” He asked nervously They giggled softly, making his heart flutter with love “Well, it seems like the obvious thing to do” He smiled as he cupped their face, the feeling of their soft skin never truly gone from his memory. He pressed his lips gently to theirs, his moon was home again he would finally have the courage to do everything in his power to make sure he never let them go again.

#Gio #the conglomerate #my husband #soft #my sweet hubband

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goldandbluesmiles · 4 years

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Bloody Courting

Summary: “There are two types of omegas that make it in our world and especially in Gotham. There are the ones like me that wrap Alphas, Betas and even other omegas around their finger, make them dance to their tune. You will not be that omega. You are too brash and forward to it. You will be the omega that goes ahead with the sheer force of will. They will respect you and if they do not, they will fear you,”

Jason had nodded, listening to him with rapt attention.

“And remember, if any of them think they are worth you, make them prove it no matter than their designation. Do not ever settle for less than what you want,”

These days he was really wishing that he hadn’t driven the last point very hard. Because really the dead bodies were getting a bit ridiculous.

Note: This is part 2. You can read part 1 here.

TW: Mention of death, blood and dead bodies. Nothing graphic. It’s Earth 3 so things are a little messed up/

Ao3

xxx

The crime syndicate usually left most of Gotham alone, content with the reports Owlman brought them.

The only time they interfered was when someone stepped out of line and it involved Gotham city.

And Lex Luthor had stepped out of line. The Queens and Waynes were the ones who usually handled Luthor's little shows of rebellion. So Arsenal was sent to Gotham to follow the rumours of Lex bringing supplies there. Usually, Talon would work with him. However, Talon was unavailable so the syndicate was looking to the other Wayne protege to partner up with the alpha.

"I hate it when they interfere with us," said Jason, "I could handle it myself,"

"The investigation was started by the Queens, Kiddo," Bruce told him, "And it could be worse, they could have sent one of the Lanterns or god forbid, the Kryptonians. Their egos are unbearable. Anyway, Roy's a good kid, about Dick's age. Loves murder and mayhem as much as you do. I think you might like him,"

"Hmm," was all Jason said

It was the calm before the storm.

xxx

A week into the investigation, Jason and he were having dinner when the subject of Roy Harper same up.

"I haven't really head from you since the whole situation started. How's it going?"

Jason grinned, "Pretty good. You were right, I do like him,"

Bruce tilted his head. Interesting.

It wasn't that Jason hadn't ever proclaimed to like someone before, platonic or otherwise. It was just that he had never said it like that.

A pretty smile on his face, eyes flitting everywhere and light pink ears.

Interesting.

Either way, Jason was an adult. He could handle his own affairs.

xxx

The bouquet of flowers was beautiful. Red roses, white lilies and pink orchids, all tied together by a black bow.

It was lovely, really.

Except that it was clutched in a severed hand.

An expertly cut and embalmed severed hand.

But it was a severed hand.

It had been a while since a gift like this had ended up on his doorstep but it could only be for one person.

Good thing he was here today.

"Jason!"

Jason came running out and grinned when he saw the bouquet.

"My favourites!"

"Who are they from?" Bruce asked

Jason checked the note attached to the small finger.

Wait-was he-was he blushing?

"They're from Roy,"

Oh yes, definitely blushing.

Roy didn't need favours. Roy wouldn't disregard the Queen/Wayne alliance for a night of fun. Roy had deliberately sent the flowers over to Bruce's place on a night that Jason was there.

Well shit.

xxx

Bruce and Jason had lived together long enough that even apart their heats synchronized. Bruce usually spent it with one of his Alphas and Jason spent it with whoever had given him a nice gift that month.

But this time both Talia or Selina was unavailable so Jason had come over.

Bruce had always loved heats spent with his little pup, inhaling his soothing scent of lemongrass and sweet tea. Right now Jason was cuddled into his side, nuzzling at his neck and letting out small purrs.

So adorable.

"Hey B," he said, bumping his head against his chin

"What is it, baby?" asked Bruce, running a hand through his hair.

"I think Roy wants to court me,"

"Oh?"

"And the syndicate wants to shut down Lex's whole side operation but you already know that,"

He did know that.

"And well, Roy's probably gonna end up staying here for a while since Gotham seems to be the base, Lex probably thought he could hide from Owlman,"

"Jason, point?" asked Bruce

Jason raised his head so Bruce could see his face.

"Roy. Courting. How do you feel about it?"

Oh. Wow. Okay. Jason was actually serious about the older alpha.

"I trust your judgement, kid,"

Jason flashed him his brilliant smile, "Okay!"

Bruce gently rubbed Jason's back as he snuggled down again.

Jason liked bloody gifts and a courting would entail many more of them.

But Bruce had put up with them for this long. He could do it for the duration of the courting.

How bad could it be? It's not like Jason even lived here anymore.

xxx

There was a dead body in his living room.

Bruce recognized the man. He had put a hit on him a few days ago. He would have loved to go after him himself but that's not what was expected of Bruce Wayne and Jason was busy. So, in his brother's and the Talon's absence he ha ordered a hit with a reward.

Usually, anybody who completed the hit would bring proof to an agreed-upon location and then would be given compensation.

This time the body was in his living room. And it was dripping blood.

And Roy Harper was standing over it. Kori right behind him.

"You know if that's for Jason, he's not here and probably wrong...subject,"

"Oh this is for you," said Roy

Oh. Bruce looked from the body to Roy to Kori.

"Sit down, please,"

Roy and Kori took the matching armchairs while Bruce took the love seat.

"I'm going to assume you somehow got access from Dick," said Bruce

"Yes," said Kori

"Explain this to me," he told Roy though he had an idea of where this was going. Some alphas liked to ask permission to court young omegas. Now Jason didn't need anyone's permission to do anything but Bruce could respect Roy's desire to deal with any possible issues.

"Well," said Roy, "As you know, Jason and I have become close while working together and I've been thinking of he was to give us a chance, we would make a good match,"

Bruce waited for the next bit but nothing came. Roy just sat there looking at him expectantly, an impassive look on his face. Kori looked a little like she was bracing for impact.

He took another look at the body, at the alpha in front of him and-

Oh.

This Bitch.

This alpha had specifically gone hunting a man Bruce wanted dead.

This alpha had broken into Bruce's home with the body of a man Bruce wanted dead.

This alpha had brought Bruce's future daughter-in-law with him to break into Bruce's house with the body of a man Bruce wanted dead.

Roy wasn't asking permission. Roy was informing Bruce of his intentions.

In Bruce's house. With a dead body. And Bruce's oldest son's fiance.

God Damn. Bruce had to admit he was impressed.

Didn't mean he had to leave the alpha unscathed.

"You know Roy," said Bruce, "This reminds me of the time Talia courted me,"

"Oh?" said Roy, looking mildly surprised

Bruce smiled. Jason had obviously told him that his dad wasn't the mild-mannered omega the public thought he was.

"Well, on one of our dates she took me out on an outing," said Bruce, "You know, a late-night picnic, some stargazing, walking hand in hand in a field-"

Bruce paused and looked up.

"Some murder under the moon,"

The jerk Roy's body gave was positively amazing. Kori was starting to look amused, probably remembering the first time she and Bruce had had a similar conversation.

"At one point Talia sat down and just watched me slash people's throats. Said I looked pretty doing it. Though, I was also very young back then,"

Bruce gave the alpha a winning smile.

"What do you think Roy?" asked Bruce, "Would I still look good killing people with a blade?"

Rou gulped, "I'm sure Talia and Selina definitely think so,"

Bruce gave him a wide grin, one he had been told made him look manic.

"Good answer," he said, "Speaking of Selina, we once after this man that had dared to betray the Owlman. I still used to be a 'field agent' back then, if you know what I mean. Do you want to know what we did to him?"

"Did you kill him?" asked Kori

Oh, she was definitely amused.

"No. I personally consider killing someone as mercy," said Bruce, then looked at Roy, "Let's just say, he can no longer feed himself,"

"Oh," said Roy, starting to look a little green

"Ooh," said Bruce, sitting up as if excited, "This one time all three of us went after this woman who had seen something she wouldn't tell us about so to make an example of her we gouged her eyes out,"

Bruce gave another grin.

"With our fingers. Well," he said, waving his hand around a little, "My fingers,"

Roy nodded quickly

"Either way. We got off-topic. I think Courting is a lovely idea. Thank you for him. Could I interest you in something to drink?"

"No thank you, sir," said Roy, quickly getting up, "We should really be going,"

"Of course I understand," said Bruce, "I'll walk you out,"

Once the two had left, Bruce stayed by the door long enough to hear Roy screeching to Kori about not telling him how scary Bruce was.

Bruce chuckled and dialled a familiar number on his phone.

"Hi, Arrow. It's me. I think I might have traumatized your protege,"

xxx

Jason was in the den room. That itself wasn't an unusual occurrence.

The body packed in a plastic bag was.

At least this one wasn't dripping blood onto his floor.

"Jay, baby, what is that?"

"Oh, a dead body," said Jason, cheeky smile in place

Bruce snorted, "You know what I mean,"

"Roy gave it to me," said Jason, "It has art on it. Wanna see?"

Bruce sighed and went to sit by him, "Why not kiddo. Show me,"

Roy had used a blade to carve an intricate rose design into the skin. The carvings were deeper in some areas and barely there in others. They were also in crying shades of crimson. He would have to let the blood settle in some areas while carving some areas while the body was still fresh.

All in all, it looked like hard work.

"I'm guessing this is one of the people taking part in Lex's little operation,"

"Yup," said Jason, "Roy interrogated him and that did this. Amazing, right?"

Bruce chuckled and shook his head, "I really don't understand your interest in these courting presents,"

Jason just gave him an impish grin.

Bruce sighed gain and mentally braced himself.

This was only the beginning after all.

xxx

There was another dead body in the room.

And Jason was-uh-working on it.

"Jason, sweetheart," said Bruce, "Explain to me what you're doing,"

"Creating a gift for Roy," said Jason, "I mean who said that the alpha's the only one who has to give courting gifts, right?"

"Right," said Bruce, "And why are you doing this here?"

"Roy drops by my place too much, it would be better here. Also, it'll probably take a few days,"

Bruce refrained from asking what exactly the present was supposed to be or mentioning that Jason had numerous safe houses. Instead, he quickly went to his room and dialled two numbers.

"Oh hi Talia, Selina. You both picked up. Great! I need a vacation. Please take some pity on your dear, wonderful omega and take him on vacation. Yes-yes Selina. I am referring to myself in the third person! That is not the point!"

xxx

Vacation had been wonderful, filled with warm beaches, open skies and the two of his smallest pups.

They had dropped off Talia and Damian with the League and Selina and Helena had opted to also be dropped at their place instead of taking Bruce home. Which was great anyway. This way he had time to relax before-

"Uh, what are you doing?"

Jason and Roy instantly looked up from the dead body their hands were buried in.

"Oh, Hi dad," said Jason, I'd give you a hug but-uh,"

Roy had gone very very still.

"That doesn't answer my question," said Bruce

"I thought you were supposed to come home tomorrow," said Jason

"I was," said Bruce, crossing his arms.

Roy carefully took a step back.

"Sorry about this," said Jason, "We'll clean it up,"

"You better," said Bruce, "Also I think Tim is probably available. It's been too long since I've spoken to him. I'll go see him,"

"Yeah," said Jason, "Drake Holdings landed a pretty big deal while you were gone. He'll probably want to tell you about it,"

"Right," said Bruce, going backwards out of the house

Maybe he could stay somewhere else for a while.

xxx

"I mean I like a little blood and death as much as the next person but I like to keep it out of my house. Bloody life outside, inside I'm a normal rich person. These two keep bringing-hey! Are you even listening to me?! Timmy!

"You could just tell him to not bring his 'dead body' presents to your house, or at least the den and nest room,"

'...'

"How dare you?! I can't do that! It'll break his heart,"

'...'

"You're a mess, B,"

xxx

"Dad! Dad! look what Roy made me!"

Bruce took a deep breath and brace himself for another dead body in his den.

It-it wasn't a dead body.

It looked like a large snow globe.

Well not a snow globe, since it didn't have snow in it.

The globe was about the size of a human head. It seemed to be a part of Gotham, holding two figures standing over a third. Going by the uniforms, it was Arsenal and Red X, chopping off the head of someone.

"That's a gruesome scene," said Bruce

"It's the first outing we went on," said Jason, "But you haven't seen the best part,"

Jason twisted a key and the two figures started beating the first, there seemed to be an explosion in the background and line of-

"Is that real blood?" asked Bruce incredulously

"Yup, Roy installed a system in the bottom so it doesn't go stale," said Jason, "Amazing isn't it?"

Bruce had to admit, it was impressive.

"You really like him, don't you?" asked Bruce

"Yeah," said Jason, his voice suddenly shy and soft

Bruce smiled and kissed his forehead, "I'm glad. He better not hurt you though, otherwise, I'll be making a globe with his blood,"

Jason's laughter was like magic.

xxx

Jason had been quiet the whole day, mumbling when asked a question, barely speaking up and playing with his food.

It was when he was about to leave that Bruce finally brought it up.

"What's up with you, Jay?"

"Nothing," he muttered, pulling on his shoes

"Jay," said Bruce, gently taking his hand, "Talk to me,"

"The whole Lex thing is over and Roy is going back to Star," said Jason, "And I know we're good but at best we do long-distance and I just don't know if I can take that. I'll miss him,"

"I'm sure it'll be okay, Jay,"

"I'm not like you, dad," huffed Jason, "You don't see Tal and Sel for months at a time. I can't do that,"

Bruce sighed, "Have you talked to Roy about it?"

"We're doing that tonight," said Jason, "Kinda scared of the outcome,"

"It'll be fine," said Bruce, "And if not, you know where to find me,"

"Yeah," said Jason and opened the door. And stopped.

There was a body on their doorstep.

Tied up and obviously dead.

"Who's this," said Bruce, not even surprised at this point

"Traitor," said Jason, kneeling down and picking a note from the bodies' fingers.

"Your favourite stabbing place," read Jason

Bruce was about to ask what the hell was going on but Jason was already taking out a knife and slicing open the inside of the man's right thigh. He reached in and took out a clear plastic bag. Inside it was two keys.

"I'm guessing one's from Star and the other from Gotham,"

Jason smiled, "Yup,"

Bruce shook his head, "While I'm happy that your stress in elevated, couldn't he have sent them in some normal way,"

"You don't get it, dad," said Jason, "I never told Roy my favourite stabbing spot,"

Bruce had nothing to say to that.

xxx

Lex Luthor went quiet for about a year and then came back with an army of robots.

And since the Waynes and Queens had been in charge of subduing him in the first place, they were once again sent in. Since there was an army, everyone had gotten involved.

Bruce had even gotten both of his alphas to join in.

The battle took days but they had succeeded without any casualties on their side.

"Well," said Oliver, "This seems to be- oh you have got to be kidding me!"

Bruce followed the other omega's gaze and found Arsenal kneeling on the bloody ground in front of Red X. Bruce looked back at Oliver to see if he was upset but he only looked amused. Probably thinking the same thing as Bruce.

Why here?

"Well, at least Roy won't be sending me any more pictures of his courting 'presents'"

"Pictures," screeched Bruce, "You're mad at pictures! I had to put up with dead bodies in my house. Dead bodies with art, dead bodies with book quotes, severed hands, cut out hearts- don't even get me started on the intestines! And the blood!"

Oliver grimaced, "At least they seem happy,"

Bruce looked back to where Jason had now jumped into Roy's arms everyone around then cheering and applauding,"

"Yeah," murmured Bruce, "They're happy,"

xxx

The wedding was beautiful, both him and Oliver having pulled out all the stops for their boys. The suits were red instead of the traditional white. The theme set in the colour of the sunset. The wedding party was huge, composed of their siblings and the pack they had accumulated over the year.

Really, Bruce couldn't be prouder.

When it was time for the dance, the grooms first danced together and then their fathers and then their siblings. Eventually, Bruce ended up with Roy as his partner.

The young man grinned at him, "Hey Bruce,"

"Hello, Roy," said Bruce, "How are you feeling?"

"Right now," said Roy, "Kinda glad I can still feed myself,"

"Well, don't get comfortable. That can still be changed,"

Roy laughed as they changed partners again, having moved on from being afraid of Bruce's mere presence.

Later, both Oliver and Bruce were discussing the honeymoon with the newlyweds.

"I still don't know why you didn't let us pay," said Oliver

"Where are you going anyway," asked Bruce, "You never said,"

"Oh, Talia helped us plan it,"

Talia had good taste in vacation spots, maybe she recommended the beach resort at-

"We're taking a job for the League," said Jason, "In Paris. I mean we've mixed both things this long. Why change it?"

Before Bruce could say anything, someone else was pulling the two away for a picture.

"I'm seriously starting to reconsider our parenting of them," muttered Oliver

Bruce sighed and shrugged, "At least they're happy"

Olive smiled, "Yeah. Did I ever tell you how Roy became my protege?"

"You saw his talent, right?"

"Well, yes but there were a lot of alphas that wanted him considering he was one and I was an omega. But he refused to cooperate with anyone. He'd only work with me,"

"Loyalty," said Bruce

"Yup,"

The two omegas spent the rest of the time quietly talking about their perspective boys, laughing at their stories.

So what if the courting had been a little bloody, thought Bruce, their boys were happy. That's all that mattered.

Still, Bruce was glad they now had their own place and pack to show off their bloody presents.

His floor couldn't take much more. And he liked that floor.

#omegajasontoddweek #omega jason todd #omega bruce wayne #roy harper #bruce wayne #Jason Todd

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happymeishappylife · 4 years

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DC CW Shows

I finally caught up on all the DC Universe shows. Quite an accomplishment for me considering I was 2 seasons behind. It feels good to finally get caught up to speed, but some of them are starting to feel like chores getting through them, rather than fun entertainment. A concern that gets amplified by the fact that the producers want to add on 2 more shows to the line up. So I felt like it was a good idea to breakdown my thoughts on each of the shows and what I liked/didn’t like. Plus then I will break down my thoughts on Crisis, because I have a lot of them. I’ll also rank these as I go as far as which ones I liked best, beginning with least to best. So let’s begin:

#7 - The Flash

I used to love this show so much. The first two seasons were a lot of fun and I loved all the characters so much. Thanks to the writing though, I can’t honestly say I don’t like this show much at all anymore and that’s kinda sad. Part of the reason is it became soooo angsty. Like the reason The Flash was great, was it was the antithesis to the angst on Arrow which made it so refreshing to watch. Now it’s like everyone must suffer some sort of pain over the tiniest things or worse, they become entrapped in characters and situations like its been haunting them for years when it only got introduced a couple episodes ago. At this point the only characters I care about are Caitlyn/Frost, Joe and Cecile West, Wally (when he’s on, which is like never), and Ralph. And that’s painful that Hartley won’t be returning to fill that role anymore because he was the only one who still could joke and laugh around like old Team Flash.

Season 5: Overall season 5 had a pretty solid storyline despite some of the angsty writing. After a while though I got pretty sick of fighting Chicada over and over again, especially Grace’s version. My one big pet peeve with it though was the relationship of Nora to Barry and Iris. I’m sorry. I can’t honestly picture any 20-30 something meeting their adult daughter and automatically assuming the role of an actual parent and treating her like a preteen. That always felt super weird and uncomfortable. Not to mention it happened almost automatically with little to no hang ups on ‘is this really our kid? Should we trust her?’ Plus then it created angst between Barry and Iris which I’m really over at this point in the series because their relationship was never my favorite to begin with.

Season 6: A hot mess. Granted, because of Crisis and Covid-19, the season probably didn’t get a fair chance to play out to it’s full potential. But cutting the season into two arcs didn’t do it any justice. Especially because instead of having character growth, I felt like a lot of the characters regressed. Take Barry for instance. The whole first part of the season is him prepping/training the team to take over for him after Crisis since he believes he is going to die. Only when he doesn’t, he assumes the role of leader still without actually leading. He stops telling his team members key details and putting aside the fact he killed the speed force, he stopped being a hero. The whole fight scene with Mirror-Iris, was so bizarre to watch. Yes, Barry would never hurt the real Iris, but she’s not and instead he just stands there and gets stabbed over and over, crying at the end that she’s not there. It’s really hard to watch.

#6 - Arrow

Arrow used to be in my top 3 slots as last I left it. The storylines were still on point. But leading up to Crisis and the show ending, there were some things that worked for me and some that didn’t. Still, kudos to the team for standing their ground and saying that we’ve told all we can tell, let’s put this show to bed and give it a close it deserves. It made the ending super emotional, but at the same time satisfying despite, Oliver’s death in the universe. My only complaint is the fact that the producers can’t put it fully to bed and now want to reboot Arrow all over again with Mia and the canaries. Don’t get me wrong watching strong women take more of the leading roles is awesome, but not to tell and retell the same storylines.

Season 7: The first half of the season when Oliver was in Iron Heights was not my favorite. Mainly because as it continues to develop it was like all the reasons he got put in Iron Heights to begin with no longer mattered. Diaz is still on the lose, he’s still playing his games in prison, and really what was the point? Now the second half of the season where we focus on his rehabilitation into society and working with the SCPD to track and take down his sister Emiko, was actually good. Too bad it got horribly overshadowed by a time travel flash-forward storyline to introduce and make us care about Mia.

Season 8: Obviously this season was the closeout season and the season leading up to Crisis. But I liked the way they treated it. They gave cameo spots and guest starring spots to former faces like Thea (she’s still freaking awesome), Tommy, Moira, and even Merlyn came back. My only complaint was that all of sudden we did have another time travel situation on our hands to meet our future kids. Thankfully I felt Arrow overall took that development better than the Flash, which since that was only a couple episodes and not a season, says something about the writing. Plus the post-Crisis pilot for the Green Arrow and Canaries felt a little out of place given everything that happened and a little insulting.

#5 - Supergirl

There’s parts of Supergirl I still absolutely love to pieces and the writing that are still doing it the justice that started the show by telling storylines of not only heroism, but commentary on today’s events to help push for progress. I love the whole cast of characters and think the acting has been great. My only complaint is with Season 5 and the fact that the show is beginning to find its tipping point of being less than stellar. I mean, I still enjoy it, but it’s beginning to show its where and tear so I’m worried what’s going to happen as it continues forward. Especially as it gets hyperfixated on Lex Luthor, who don’t get me wrong is a fabulous villain, but isn’t that Superman’s arch nemesis, not Supergirl’s?

Season 4: What a great commentary to tell throughout the season that parallels the feelings and conversations being had about immigration in our own world. I thought the idea of the Alien Amnesty Act squaring off against Ben Lockwood and his Agents of Liberty was not only great commentary but great story telling. I also loved that we got to introduce Nia Nall into the series because she’s fantastic and has become one of my favorite characters. I even love the twist reveal of how Ben Lockwood isn’t the enemy, it’s really Lex Luthor and his communist Supergirl clone. Plus Jon Crier plays an amazing Lex Luthor.

Season 5: Don’t get me wrong, the stakes and the storylines with Leviathan and Obsidian North, I do think are important and worth telling, but they detracted from the main storyline that developed at the end of last season which was Lena and Kara’s new relationship. Yes, it was still hit on and explored, but by far that was the storyline I was interested in seeing the most, not Ramah Khan or Virtual Reality horror stories. Also, while I like Lex, thanks to his antics during Crisis, the second half of the season felt hijacked and became this witch hunt. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t wait to see what he and Lillian are doing, but I wish it played out more in the shadows and less of the actual screen time. I’m also glad Lena is back on Kara’s side again. But Brainy better not be dead! He’s one of my favorites even if his motives during this season were hard to watch.

#4 - Batwoman

I actually really, really, really liked Batwoman’s first season. Getting to know the badass that is Kate Kane and watch the horror’s of Gotham play out week to week was such a refreshing change of pace. After all, The Flash and Supergirl are undeniably heroes and must carry those burdens(?) as they fight for truth and justice. And Oliver was a vigilante, but while he took down drug lords, weapons dealers, etc. the stakes of being a vigilante in Star City is nothing compared to wearing the cape in Gotham. I loved the cast and seeing the stories play out of their past and how they connect to each other and also how some of them discover who Batwoman is, was fantastic. Even as creepy as Alice is, I enjoyed seeing the performance of the completely unhinged and psychotic villain take the stage to play out her twisted fantasies. I also appreciate the openness that Kate brought to being an out and proud lesbian, even revealing her super identity to a teenager to prove that it does get better and lesbians can be awesome is super freaking powerful. I even like that with the shortened season, it didn’t feel like we got robbed of an awesome storyline, but now we get to why this ranks fourth on my list instead of higher: Ruby Rose left the show and we get a whole new Batwoman. I get that this is out of the hands of the producers and the writers and I am super sad to see her go. But its hard not to feel like we lost a whole season of introduction and development to just reset and begin again. I’m not sure how they will handle it, but I do hope that a lot of the cast stays and stays in their roles. Especially Luke and Mary who are a great team. Mary is also like my all time, instant-favorite character because not only is she super wicked smart, but she has so much humanity in her so I hope she still continues on the show.

#3 - Stargirl

Yes, yes, this show is still airing which is why I can’t speak to the overall season arc in finality yet, but I absolutely have been loving this first season. Again, what a refreshing new reality to step into and what a great new storyline to pursue. This rag-tag group of teenagers becoming the new Justice Society of America is a fun telling and already, the stakes of the Injustice Society are so high! Like I was expecting that it was going to be like the other shows where slowly by slowly we meet all the bad guys in different seasons, but instead it feels a little flipped since we don’t have all our new heroes on the stage yet. Still I love Courtney and her relationship with Pat as she discovers these secrets of his past and their new home of Blue Valley. I love her recruiting reasoning to bring Yolanda and Rick into this crazy plan and even her acceptance of Beth becoming the new Doctor Midnight. Plus, the show keeps surprising me because on one hand, giving these teenagers these powers to help them redeem their self esteem is a great storyline, which is why I was expecting them to force us to like Cindy since the beginning of that episode was leading up to maybe becoming friends with her, but no. Turns out she is the super bitch and super villain of the show and that’s kinda awesome. Also I like how because their teenagers, their secret identities aren’t really that secret, which makes it’s kinda fun, but also dangerous. We’ll see how the last 3 episodes play out, but I can’t wait.

#2 - Black Lightening

Talk about real gritty, dark, and powerful storytelling. I enjoyed the first season, but these last two have been a real punch in the gut in good ways and the writers have been outdoing themselves to provide heartfelt, real, honest emotions and discussions to the world of superheroes, compared to the other shows. And it’s hard, but the gruesome nature of the show also highlights some of the real struggles going on in the Freeland Community which of course highlights the issues in our own world around the Black Community. The whole spinal chord ripping scene will haunt me forever and not only because they keep replaying it, but because of how insane that was. The cast is also great and I love that at the end of Season 3, it’s not just a family of super heroes, but a group of powerful metas squaring off against the government and the most dangerous threat of all so far: Gravedigger. Gives me goose bumps just thinking about it.

Season 2: Now that the whole family knows the stakes of what they have gotten themselves into with Tobias and revealing the girls have power, I love the way we got introduced to the ASA and the pod kids as a menial threat while still struggling to take down the perceived ‘bigger threat’ that is Tobias. Jennifer also having trouble coming to terms with her powers and how to use them I think was a great way to explore that not everyone wants to be a superhero, especially in antithesis to Nyssa who is a full on badass as Thunder and Blackbird. Watching Khalil’s story in this go from obedient lap dog to a runaway and finally a victim of Tobias’ violence was hard, but I felt was justified throughout and made him that character you want to root for, even when not everything he’s done has been great.

Season 3: What a harsh turn of direction. A full on occupation of Freeland, house arrest, killings on the street, and an underground railroad of metas or suspected metas completely changed the tune of this show. Watching each of the Peirces struggle to find out who the ASA is, what their doing, if their actions are justified and if the Marcovian threat was real was really fascinating to watch. The showdown with the Marcovians too with a whole team behind them was also a nice change of pace, even if their mission didn’t end the way they expected. I think the amplified stakes though of what happened and what’s to come will continue to develop into an incredible show, minus one now big problem I have, but I will detail that out below when we talk about Crisis.

#1 - Legends of Tomorrow

You can fight me, but Legends of Tomorrow is the best goddamn shown on this network for one simple fact: They don’t take themselves seriously. There is no real angst and because of that it makes the adventures so fun and so hilarious that its such a great break from all of the other shows. Plus, because they keep swapping new and old cast members into the show, it always feels new. Kinda that Doctor Who spirit, which I love. That and because there are hardly any rules to a time travelling group of heroes who don’t really want to be heroes, you get ridiculously themed episodes like Bollywood Musical or TV Crossovers. It is what makes the show a total blast.

Season 4: As the team gears up to track down magical creatures throughout history, you get the introduction of permanent team member, John Constantine who I freaking love for his cool, aloof character and yet sarcastic and sassy contrast to the sunshine and bro-squad that is Ray and Nate. I also love that the season not only was about capturing these magical creatures, but fully rehabilitating Norah Dhark into a good guy now accidentally turned fairy godmother. To be honest, I definitely did not see that one coming. I like that fighting the demon lord also helped transition the show from Season 4 to 5 to fight hell spawn creatures. Quite a leap from the original Legends concept, but again that’s what makes this show so fresh.

Season 5: Part of the other fun of Legends is getting to see old characters get reinvented. I loved the storyline with Charlie and her reveal to be Clothos, one of the 3 fate sisters and the reason the ancient loom got destroyed. I also loved Tala Ashe’s portrayal of Zari in a different timeline because the difference between tech-geek, super smart Zari and social influencer extraordinaire Zari were well done. Plus we got another awesome bro-squad member in Behrad who I hope sticks around for a while. The only bummer was saying goodbye to Ray Palmer. Ray has been one of my favorite characters in the Arrow-verse and seeing his exit was sad and partly because I think it could have been handled better. Like don’t get me wrong, seeing him have to get approval from Damian Dhark to marry Nora was entertaining and I’m glad he isn’t dead like Dr. Stein or Leonard Snart, but I just feel like the exit was a bit rushed. The good news is, it opens the door for Ray to return and I hope we get to seem in the future.

Alright...... To end this long spiel, let’s talk about Crisis on Infinite Earths and what that now means for all these shows. Because unfortunately.... it can’t be ignored. And I’m sorry to sound pessimistic, but to be honest, Crisis wasn’t my favorite story and was too hyped for the end result.

The only show who came out better for Crisis, in my opinion, was Arrow. Mainly because the story of Oliver’s last sacrifice to reboot the universe was the only one that made complete sense and doesn’t complicate the show after it happens. Granted it could be because it was used as the show’s exit, but still. I used to love crossover episodes and getting the whole team together, but now because there is soooo much going on in each show and such a large cast, these big multi-night and multi-universe shows just feel scattered because you are constantly hopping around and between each of the characters and all the individual storylines don’t matter. Like remember when Barry and Oliver would actually talk about what they were up against? Miss that. That and Oliver, Barry, and Kara stole the show even when it was other shows turn to shine. Like Kate was hardly in it, even in her own episode and the Legends weren’t in it at all. It was just Sara and Ray which was disappointing because as Crisis was their season opener, you missed a real chance to have the Legends save the day. Don’t get my wrong, there were some great moments during crisis and I liked the nod to past versions of the DC characters, including Brandon Routh getting to play Superman again, but overall it just made chaos for things that don’t make sense post-crisis.

Like yay, all our favorite heroes are in one place and created the justice league to help each other, but once Crisis is over, nope sorry, no one can be bothered to borrow a hero friend. Like that makes sense for some shows, Batwoman for instance isn’t that close to everyone and her storyline is so rooted in her own family drama, that ignoring the other supers made sense. The Flash’s stakes weren’t high enough to involve anyone else, so fine. And Legends of course travel through time and so aren’t around, fine. But Supergirl’s takedown of a longstanding secret group of people capable of bending Earth’s elements to create catastrophic events, isn’t enough to at least reach out to Cisco or Luke for help tracking them? That seems underwhelming. Plus where are the aliens in all the other cities now? Or the metas in National City? That’s a pet peeve, but more so because of the biggest twist in Crisis:

Pulling Black Lightening into the Arrowverse. Like the shows writers and producers, I think Black Lightening works better outside the Arrowverse which was the intent and goal from the get go. Pulling Jefferson Pierce’s family and world into the same Earth as all the other shows, no longer makes the shows storytelling as strong and maybe it was because this was a last minute decision, but there is just no justification post Crisis as to why they had to come in. I mean, The Flash and Black Lightening have metas related issues, you would think that alone would be a prime source of teaming up. Especially when Cisco goes out on a worldwide quest to document metas, you’re telling me skipped over Freeland? And where’s our favorite Kyrptonian to fight for truth, justice, and the American way as Freeland is being occupied by the ASA? Oh, what too busy going after Lex Luthor? Sorry, I’m not buying that Kara Danvers ignores racial injustice. Like I get that maybe it was a way to be able to use Black Lightening later in cross-over events, but the fallout from bringing them in this season with everything going on is a huge mistake in my opinion. And heck, having shows exist outside each other is probably a good thing. Too many and these crossover events don’t feel fun anymore, they just feel chaotic. I think I’m with the Legends on this one: the crossovers aren’t worth it anymore.

#cw dc universe #thoughts #reactions #legends of tomorrow #black lightening #stargirl #batwoman #supergirl #arrow #the flash #crisis on infinite earths

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filmfanatic82 · 5 years

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AO3 Link (HERE) Chapter 12: Lexa (III)

36 hours.

Only 36 hours remaining… and yet, Lexa is here. On Murphy’s front porch sipping on a luke-warm beer, watching her fellow classmates get drunk off their asses while all she can do is think about the ever-looming decision she needs to make.

Lexa should be inside… with the girl she loves, but it’s just too much to bear. She’s long lost her ability to mask the all-consuming thoughts and feelings weighing on her mind. And all it will take is one look from Clarke and Lexa will crumble into nothing but a mess of emotions.

So instead, Lexa has been hiding away. In the safe, dark confines of Murphy’s front porch swing. Barely even noticeable unless someone happens to venture in her direction.

It’s a coward’s move. But there’s no other option.

Not when the alternative means having to potentially break the heart of the one she loves the most.

“Nice hiding spot, Heda,” Anya says, grabbing hold of Lexa’s attention. She slowly emerges from the open front door, beer in hand, and steps into the shadows towards her younger sister.

“You know I hate that nickname,” Lexa responds.

“Yup,” Anya nods and then takes a swig of her beer as her hazel eyes intensely bore into Lexa. That look. One that Lexa knows like the back of her hand. The only gaze that can break through her impenetrable walls in a matter of milliseconds.

“I’m not a commander,” Lexa follows up, pulling her eyes away from Anya and focusing them instead on the half-peeled label on the bottle in her hands. “Not even close.”

The name had originated from their late grandfather. He had taken to calling Lexa his little “Heda” after she had somehow managed to boss a whole platoon of cadets around one day while visiting him at the military academy that he was the headmaster of. And somehow it spread like wildfire until almost every human in existence seemed to know it was her exclusive nickname.

For a while, Lexa loved being called Heda. It was not only a sign of respect but more so a reminder to those around her that she was in control. No wavering, not second-guessing. Lex was the one to turn to when a clear, decisive action needed to be made.

But lately, the name seems to fit Lexa less and less. Like a relic of a person, she once strived to be.

No. A commander is one that can divorce their emotions from their actions and make the difficult decisions in the blink of an eye. With no remorse nor hesitation whatsoever.

Lexa is not a commander… not even remotely close.

Lexa exhales as feels the added weight on the porch swing. Anya sits down next to her with no words nor unnecessary movements. Just the two of them, side by side as the sounds of the ongoing party filter in, filling in the empty space.

“You tell her yet,” Anya asks, finally breaking the silence.

“No.”

Anya doesn’t respond. Instead, she continues to stare out into the night while sipping on her beer. The silence from her speaks volumes, and Lexa’s skin starts to crawl. She prays for Anya to say something-- anything--, but that’s not how they operate. Never have. They communicate best through the lack of words.

“How much time do you have left?”

Lexa lets out a sigh. “A little over 36 hours.”

“Not a lot of time,” Anya states with little to no real emotion to her voice.

“I know.”

Another layer of silence falls upon them. Slightly suffocating yet comforting.

”Have you made a decision yet?” Anya says after another few moments. Words falling hard against the stillness of the night air. And all Lexa can do is shake her head. It’s a slight movement but enough for Anya to register its meaning nonetheless. “Either way, you need to talk to her.”

“I know,” Lexa replies, in a voice no more than a whisper. She takes a long sip of her beer as well, eyes glued on the faint amber glow of the street lights in the distance.

“She was looking for you.”

“Clarke?”

Anya gives the slightest of nods. “Hairboy was trying to do body shots with her in the kitchen.”

Lexa’s brow furrows at the mention of Finn’s name. “Where was Raven?”

“She was there too… Something’s going down between the two of them.”

“Raven and Clarke?” Lexa asks.

“Reyes and Hairboy,” Anya exhales with an unsettling calmness to her voice. “They’re not together anymore.”

“What?” How do you know that?” Suddenly, peaked with curiosity, Lexa’s eyes wander over towards Anya, searching for any signs of a further explanation. But Anya’s face remains utterly unreadable as always. And Lexa knows that there’s no point in prodding any further.

Anya finishes her beer with one final swig and then pulls herself up off of the porch swing. She stretches out her arms in her black leather jacket, more for show than anything else and lets out a lengthy exhale.” You should stop hiding and go find Clarke, but it’s too late.”

And with those words, Anya makes her way back towards the front door, leaving Lexa sitting there with nothing more than the crushing weight of her thoughts and impending decision.

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“Can I get you something?” Lexa does a quick scan of Anya’s hospital room trying her best to proactively identify what lacking. “Water, maybe?”

“Lexa…” Anya croaks out in a hoarse whisper. There’s a slight but noticeable underlying layer of shakiness to her voice that only adds to Lexa’s growing anxiety.

Lexa springs up from her chair and starts to move towards the doorway, not pausing for the briefest of moments to look in Anya’s direction. “Or how about something to eat? I’m not sure what you’re allowed to have, but I can track down a nurse and see if--”

“Stop.”

Lexa freezes dead in her tracks. She takes a deep, sobering breath of air but yet still doesn’t fully turned around to face Anya.

“Sit back down… Please.” And after another breath or two, Lexa does as she’s told. She folds her hands neatly into her lap and then studies them, memorizing every last detail. Anything to avoid the active glaze of a familiar set of hazel eyes that have been upon her for the last twenty or so minutes. Ever since Clarke raced out of the room, leaving the two Woods sisters alone with one another.

Seconds bleed into minutes as the steady beeps from the surrounding machines provide the ongoing reminder of the situation at hand. Lexa silently prays for Anya to say something-- anything-- even if it’s trivial, but that’s not going to happen. It never does. They aren’t the trivial type.

Words have always been somewhat of a scarce currency between the two of them. Only exchanged when absolutely necessary and always with the shared philosophy that one should strive for brevity whenever possible. A byproduct of their strict upbringing where one was expected to speak with their actions and never with their words.

And for the vast majority of Lexa’s life thus far, this less than desirable Woods family trait hasn’t been all that much of a hindrance. No. She had, in fact, over time, learned to use it to her advantage. The fewer words used, the fewer chances for one’s real emotions to be exposed for all the world to see.

“You came with Clarke?” Anya questions Lexa, suddenly breaking the silence. Blindsided, Lexa whips her head up in to finally meet her older sister square in the eyes. And instantly she sees it. The hidden glimpse of fear mixed with uncertainty. It’s subtle, but it’s there. Swimming within the sea of hazel.

“I did,” Lexa answers, unable to pull her eyes away. She wants to ask. To know the real reason behind the uncharacteristic look resonating within Anya’s eyes, but can’t seem to find the right words. “I ran into her at the restaurant while I was waiting for you and Raven to arrive. She happened to be with me when I received the call and drove me here.”

Anya lets out a laugh which morphs quickly into a wet cough. “Well, you can’t get more ironic if you tried. Taking it, you two still haven’t talked?”

“Oh yes, we had a long and meaningful discourse on the way over here and managed to sort through all of our past misunderstandings,” Lexa replies, each and every syllable dripping with sarcasm. As soon as the words leave her mouth, she regrets them. It’s inappropriate at best.

“Lexa…”

“Sorry. It’s been… The last few hours have been more than a bit jarring,” Lexa re-folds her hands once again within her lap. “No. We haven’t exactly had a chance to.”

“It’s okay,” Anya says with a more than understanding nod. “You get a pass… Especially given the current circumstances.”

Lexa matches Anya’s nod. “Are you sure you don’t want me to--”

“Woods?”

Startled, Lexa and Anya turn their heads in unison at the sound of a third voice within the room. There in the doorway, stands a ruggedly handsome looking officer with his hat tucked haphazardly under one of his muscular arms and a look of genuine concern written across his face.

“Fuck,” Anya mutters under her breath as she exhales a sigh and lets her head flop back against the soft pillow. “Miller. What are you doing here?”

Miller cautiously takes a step into the room, fully eyeing Lexa as he does. “The chief sent me. Need to take statements, and he figured you would be more willing to talk if it was me rather than one of the other guys.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Miller. An asshole blew through a stop sign and plowed right into us.”

“Right. It’s just…” Miller hesitates as he rubs the back of his neck and starts to slightly shift from foot to foot.

“Just what?” There’s a sudden and abrupt bite to Anya’s voice. One that instantly causes Lexa’s hairs to stand on edge as the memory of their father’s late-night screaming sessions after one too many glasses of whiskey. It’s eerily familiar. A little too familiar for Lexa’s liking.

Without another moment wasted, Lexa stands up and extends her hand towards Miller, pulling his attention away from Anya as she does. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Lexa. Anya’ s--”

“Kid sister,” Miller finishes with a warm smile. He shakes Lexa’s hand. “Woods here talked about you all the time. Thought you were still in London?”

“I was, but I moved back to the states roughly four months ago…” Lexa responds as a look of confusion sets in. “Do you work with my sister?”

“Yeah… Or at least I did. She was my partner for the last two years.”

“Was?” Lexa’s eyes drift over to Anya, searching for any sign of an explanation but there’s nothing there. Just Anya’s default emotionless mask staring back at her.

“Oh… Shit. Sorry, Woods. I assumed she knew,” Miller mumbles rubbing the back of his neck even harder than before.

”No, she didn’t.” Still, no emotion whatsoever. The words are flat and devoid of meaning. And it’s so uncharacteristic of her older sister that Lexa’s skin begins to crawl.

”I should probably go and let you two talk,” Miller says cutting through the sudden tension in the room. He heads back towards the doorway, pausing just before crossing the threshold to flash Anya yet another sympathetic smile.” I’ll tell the chief you need another day or two… Glad you’re okay, Woods.”

Anya gives a simple nod, and Lexa watches as Miller disappears out of the room and down the hospital corridor. When he’s finally out of sight, she turns her attention back towards her older sister. “What was he referring to?”

“It’s nothing.”

“No. Clearly, it’s something,” Lexa responds with a bit more force behind her voice. “Did something happen with your job?”

“Just drop it, Lexa,” Anya exhales. “It’s nothing you need to be concerned about.”

“But you love being a cop. It’s all you’ve ever talked about since before I can even remember... Did that homophobe of a captain push you out? Because if he did, then we can explore bringing forth a wrongful termination law--”

“Enough!” Anya yells, cutting Lexa off. Lexa reacts with a hard blink, having not expected that kind of response… Especially not from Anya.

“I didn’t get laid off. I was put on leave.”

“Leave?” Lexa asks. “For how long.”

“Indefinitely,” Anya responds, and the word lingers between them, heavy and foreboding.

” What happened?”

” I told you already. Nothing happened. I just showed up to work hungover once or twice. That’s all.”

“People don’t get suspended for being hungover…” Lexa voice faults for a moment almost unsure if she wants to finish her sentence or not. She licks her lips and refolds her hand once again. “Anh… Were you drunk?”

A hint of guilt flashes within Anya’s eyes before being replaced with her standard defensive glare. “Why would you ask me that?”

“You know why.”

“I’m not our father,” Anya says with a growl.

It’s a warning not to go any further. To just drop the subject and venture back into more neutral territory. But Lexa isn’t backing down. She instead leans closer, locking eyes with her older sister. “I never said that. I simply asked you a question… Were you drunk?”

But Anya doesn’t respond. She continues to lock eyes with Lexa, never once faulting, and suddenly Lexa is stricken with a gut-churching realization that she doesn’t need an answer… She already knows it.

Lexa swallows dryly as another question pops into her mind. A much darker one. One that is a thousand times harder to ask aloud than any other question she as ever posed to her sister before.

“Anh… Were you drinking today?”

And all Anya can do is look away.

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square-enix-headcanons · 5 years

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Scenarios in which the Organization Members and their S/O had this argument and they think that their S/O are pissed af with them bc of that, decided to leave them, and decides to get drunk.

How fitting that this one came after the drunk Org member ask o:

Xemnas

Xemnas is interesting because he doesn’t yell or anything like that

And you’re too upset to notice how his voice keeps getting colder and more emotionless

“Maybe it’s time to end this, then.”

He looks perfectly composed when he says it, though it stops you dead in your tracks

Then he opens the door and motions for you to leave. “I will have the Dusks bring your things to you tomorrow.”

Xemnas is still not really used to emotions

For a bit, he just stares out of the window

Then he has the Dusks bring him some of his favorite alcohol

And then some more

And then some more…

The Dusks also take away the empty bottles, so it’s unclear how much he drank

He does figure out that he misses you, but he won’t try to get you back unless you talk to him first

Xigbar

Welp. This sucks.

It’s not the first time he’s fought with an S/O. And it’s not the first really bad argument either

But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt

Especially since, while he has had relationships at times, he mostly tried to stay away from that kind of stuff. It’s rare for him to trust another person this much.

He’d been thinking about telling you his biggest secret, but well, now he’s glad he didn’t. And decides to end it before he gets tempted again.

Once that decision is made, Xigbar just wants to numb everything for a bit

While he could just use his powers to steal some booze, he actually teleports to a bar in a far-off world and drinks it there

And it’s pretty obvious that his plan isn’t to have a nice time or enjoy the taste or whatever; his plan is to get absolutely drunk

While he has a low tolerance, even drunk he’s very good at knowing how much more he can take before blacking out

And when he’s almost there, he just leaves, the drink he last ordered still in hand

(What are the owners and barkeeps gonna do? The chances of Xiggy ending up in that exact place of that exact world again are ridiculously slim. If the police even believe them when they say a dude teleported away without paying)

He ends up in a very remote place in some world, far away from anyone else

He doesn’t even know which world it is. Just that it’s a wide open field under the stars

He passes out there, and comes back to the castle sometime between noon the next day and evening the day after

Afterwards, he avoids you, but is kind of lowkey about it; he even tries joking around like he does with everyone, but if you pay attention, you can notice that something is different about his jokes when you’re around

Xaldin

He knew he shouldn’t have given in

He’d promised himself he would never allow “love”, and he broke that promise

And now he has to pay the price, it seems

The argument may have been dumb, but it happened, voices were raised, and a lot of bad words were said

Xaldin had compared you to his ex, for example; not exactly the best thing to do

It had taken far less to make his last relationship break apart, so he assumes the same will happen again

He ends up calling Lexaeus in the middle of the night; by the time Lex gets to him, Xaldin is fast asleep

Lexaeus brings him back to the Castle and drops him off in his bed

The next day, Xaldin basically treats you exactly how he did before you became a couple in the first place; he assumes it’s over, after all

If you ask him to talk, he’s seriously surprised because he didn’t expect there to be anything left to talk about, but he’s open to doing so

Vexen

It started out as a normal argument - something completely insignificant

But somehow this time, instead of resolving it like you two normally do, you both got defensive about it and it kept spiralling into a full-blown fight

You start listing everything that sometimes bothers you about Vexen, who retorts with whatever annoys him about you, and so on

In the end, he tells you that if he’s that terrible, maybe you should just leave him

You shoot back that yeah, maybe you should, and leave to calm down

Vexen is stunned for a bit before he leaves as well

He doesn’t drink much, normally, but oh well. Today’s special.

He just drinks in his room, and doesn’t go for blackout drunk

One might think he’s almost responsible(ish) about it… But then he figures he should definitely go do some experiments

He’s trying to distract himself from you and especially the argument, and the one thing that’s easiest to use for that purpose is science. It’s completely logical.

It… Does not go well

While he doesn’t blow up the entire castle, he does mess up several long-time experiments and breaks a few things

He might’ve done more damage, but one of the other apprentices notices the weird noises and gets him out of there and back into his room

Lexaeus

He’s usually very calm, even the few times you might’ve fought before

This is the first time you’ve heard him raise his voice, and it’s terrifying

He feels bad immediately afterwards, especially when you flinch away at first

So instead, he turns around and leaves without another word

A few of the people from Radiant Garden ended up in Traverse Town, including the owner of his favorite pub; they reopened in Traverse, and that’s where Lex is headed now

He’s very very quiet for a while

Only when he had a lot to drink does he start talking to the other customers, mostly about you and that he regrets yelling

He stays until the bar closes, then staggers back to the Castle

The next day, he tries to apologize to you, for the fight, the yelling and for just leaving

Zexion

He rarely yells when he gets angry; most times, he just gets snarkier

So he doesn’t really get loud at all during the argument; at some point, he just says that maybe the whole thing was a waste of time

And then he leaves

He doesn’t even know where he plans to go. Pretty much just wants to blow off some steam

So he teleports to another world, just so happens to land in a city, and walks around

And, well, he ends up right in front of a bar, and figures “might as well”

He never got drunk as a Somebody, obviously; he mainly heard about the whole “get drunk to drown sad feelings” thing from books

It’s not really a conscious decision, but at first, he totally mimics the way it’s usually described, with the character in question sitting at the bar, brooding, not talking much

But, well, then he actually ends up drunk. And just starts talking - About you, the fight, maybe some asides about other stuff

He can still walk when he goes back to the castle, but barely. Once there, he pretty much just falls down in his bed and falls asleep

He doesn’t remember much once he wakes up, at least not the part when he actually ended up very talkative

He won’t talk to you afterwards any more than necessary, and will be very snarky when he does

If you want to mend your relationship, you’ll need to make the first step - He will listen, at least, and is willing to talk to you if you start

Saix

Arguing with Saix is… weird

He’s really calm, usually, but it always feels like there’s anger bubbling just below the surface

And in this fight, this anger finally comes to the front, causing a lot of yelling

It’s kind of scarier than Lex yelling; Lex’ case was one short outburst, but it never really felt like he wasn’t in control

Saix feels like he might snap

You end up backing away from him; it takes him a bit to notice, but once he does, that seems to snap him back into reality

He just stands there and stares at you for a bit, as if he’s trying to figure out what exactly was going on

He then gets very cold

“Maybe this is a sign we should stop this farce.”

After all, he has no Heart. What could this whole relationship have been but a farce? He refuses to acknowledge that he’s hurt at all, and just turns around and leaves

He just picks a place with a nice view of the stars to drink

For a change, he doesn’t feel talkative at all, even when someone walks past. He just sits there and stares at the stars.

Afterwards, Saix treats you like the whole relationship never happened, though it seems like he’s a bit colder with you than with the others - But he’s cold to everyone, so that’s hard to figure out

If you try to talk to him about it, he blows you off

Axel

For a dude so sure he has no emotions, Axel is a pretty emotional guy

Your arguments usually don’t involve yelling though. Usually.

“All right, if that’s how you really think, then how about we just split?!”

He gives you only a second or two to answer before he turns around and teleports away

He gets himself some booze, then returns to his room

While drinking, he tries to blow of some steam, taking any frustrations out on his furniture

It’s very lucky he can’t control his fire once he gets drunk, or else the Castle wouldn’t be standing anymore

(His bedsheets and parts of the walls are a little singed though)

He calms down once pretty much nothing is in its place anymore, and decides that he doesn’t really want to end things with you

So he writes you a letter (yes, you can tell it was written while he was drunk) and slips it under your door

Next day, his memories are kind of hazy, though he does know that he wrote you something

If you don’t ring it up, he asks you about it. While he had the thought when drunk, he really doesn’t want your relationship to end, so if you’re up for giving it another try, he’s down

Demyx

The argument starts harmless enough, but ends up getting worse and worse

Both of you end up crying at some point

“Fine, then let’s just end it!”

You’re both stunned after he says it

Then he opens up a dark portal right where he stands and disappears in it

He ends up in a supermarket, and spontaneously decides to buy booze and get drunk

Demyx doesn’t pick any specific place, he drinks while strolling through the city he ended up in

He kind of regrets what he said to be honest

And the drunker he gets, the more determined he gets to try and win you back

Which ends with a very drunk Demyx trying to serenade you from outside your door

Think of his sitar skills what you will, but when he’s drunk, they’re far worse

If you tell him to leave, he will, though he’ll be heartbroken

If you open the door, though, he’ll give you a big hug, and then promptly pass out

Luxord

Luxord doesn’t yell; you can tell that it’s serious when his voice stops sounding even slightly amused

He does sound angry eventually, but he barely raises his voice. He does sound slightly sarcastic though

“Perhaps it would be best if we went our separate ways if I bother you this much.”

Then he very calmly leaves

He goes to a nice pub to drink; he might’ve even been there before once or twice after a mission

He doesn’t talk much while drinking, mostly just thinks

And he manages to not get into any weird hijinks while he’s drunk, and instead just ends up returning to the Castle late at night

The next day, he actually approaches you and asks if you want to talk things over, now that (hopefully) you’ve both had time to calm down

If you say no, he takes his loss. You can’t always win, after all

Marluxia

Marluxia is usually rather calm, but… not during this fight

In the end, he yells at you that maybe you two should end it, then he leaves

Once he’s alone, he kinda… deflates, his anger mostly gone

He ends up grabbing some booze and going to his garden alone

No one sees him until at least noon the next day; he comes back with some dirt, grass and twigs still stuck in his hair

(Not that many people see him like that; he immediately goes to his room to take a shower at least)

A little while later, you find a bouquet with purple hyacinth and pink roses in your room, alongside a card containing a time and place, most likely his garden

If you decide to go, he’s waiting there for you, ready to apologize

Larxene

She’s got a hot temper, so this is far from the first fight you have

Usually, both of you calm down again shortly afterwards; Larxene just has to get her anger out, then be left alone for a while before she comes back to your side

But this time… This time was different. Far worse than any other fight

And honestly, considering how often she’s lost her temper before, who could blame you for not wanting her back this time?

She leaves the castle without telling anyone and steals a lot of booze somewhere

Some poor idiot had the dumb idea to bother her while she was drinking; even drunk, she easily won that fight with only a few scrapes and bruises

Marluxia brings her back the next morning

He doesn’t tell anyone where or how he found her, and she’s fast asleep when he does

The time after, she just avoids you unless you start talking to her

Roxas

He doesn’t have much of a concept of many things, so the relationship is kind of strange for him in general

And it’s not like the others, even Axel, are much help; not with the whole “Nope no feelings” stuff (and Axel’s tips are just… Not too helpful)

Roxas ends up saying that maybe you should’ve never started this

Since he’s never really heard of the whole “getting drunk after a breakup” thing, that’s not where his mind goes

Instead, he just grabs some ice cream and sits on the clock tower

Axel joins him after a while, and a bit later, so does Xion

Axel asks Roxas what happened, and listens while he talks, but doesn’t really have any tips

(Have y’all played Days? None of these three idiots know how to just talk to each other I swear)

The next time he sees you, Roxas looks like he wants to say something to you, but doesn’t

If you start a conversation, though, you two might be able to talk it all out

Xion

Similar to Roxas, the whole relationship thing is kind of new to her

(Though she at least has better ressources for tips than just “ask Axel”)

So like, theoretically, she knows that fights happen and stuff

But she’s never really experienced a fight like this, and isn’t sure if this is one of the types that you can talk out, or if it’s too bad for that

She’s weirdly calm when she says that maybe it’d be better to end; of course she’s upset and angry, but also confused and just trying to make sense of it

Like Roxas, she doesn’t really know the concept of getting drunk to numb feelings etc

So she just teleports to the beach. She doesn’t really think about it, it’s more of a subconscious decision; the sound of waves calms her down

She just sits there and watched the ocean for a while, then starts collecting seashells

A few days later, you find a shell and a note saying “I’m sorry” in your room

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Best of DC: Week of June 5th, 2019

Best of this Week: Justice League #25 - Scott Snyder, James Tynion IV, Jorge Jimenez, Alejandro Sanchez and Tom Napolitano

The Year of the Villain is upon us.

The book begins with Clark in his youth, impatient and wanting to solve all of his problems by using his power, but being told to be patient by Pa Kent. Cutting to the future where he and Jon can’t light a lamp in Pa Kent’s honor, he’s drenched in rain under the cover of night. In the present an emaciated Superman floats through the Sixth Dimension in total darkness, left there by the glistening White Superman of the Utopia created by the World Forger.

Elsewhere, the League fights their future selves in an amazing action sequence by Jimenez and Sanchez. The clashing of ideals is in full force as these perfect beings from different eras fight each other for the future. Our Justice League fights with the fury of youth, uncompromising in their belief that a future where the lives of billions are lost in order to achieve justice is no future at all. The Future League, however, with their vast experience and tainted souls fight with certainty, knowing that their world has no pain or injustice.

Their battle is captured excellently through sheer scale and intensity as the book rumbles on. Wonder Woman knows what she’s capable of taking and throws down on her older self with punches and kicks befitting a warrior with the heavy impacts to match. Lantern Stewart has an architectural mind, but his older self has obviously come across bigger, but doesn’t count on the flash decking him right in the mouth. The Flash himself doesn’t see it coming when he catches a flurry from himself and who I believe to be Wally and Bart as they phase in and out of existence.

Martian Manhunter uses his shapeshifting abilities to become something out of any Kaiju movie as he tears through the city and himself. Batman… dear God Batman and his beautiful Bat-Mech. The machine is over designed with sharp edges, a bright white color scheme with a gold Bat logo and big dumb Bat wings, but it is AMAZING to look at. Appearing to be on the side of the World Forger, he tells the team to see the Light, telling them to listen to his words and imagine light as they get beat down by their future selves.

Back in the Sixth Dimension, Batman thinks back to the light ceremony and how the League was there to help him and Jon and suddenly lights begin to appear, not just any lights… suns. In what may be one of the greatest sequence of pages in the last few issues of Justice League, (and there have been some great ones) Superman is reenergized. He dives through one sun and then another and another, regaining the hope and strength that he is so known for and rushes towards his friends,

The World Forger readies his hammer to strike this future reality into existence until he feels the vibration. He tells Future Lois Lane to shoot it down, but she sees the “S” and begins to cry. Flash sees him, Diana, J’onn and especially Bruce as Superman RAGES INTO THE BATTLE AND WITH A SINGLE, WORLD EXPLODING, PUNCH puts and end to the World Forger’s machinations.

Instead of destroying the World Forger in that instant, he extends his hand, telling him that there is another way to save the Multiverse if he joins the Justice League. Batman had his suspicions of the future the whole time and upon learning of Superman’s fate, decided to give him a chance to find his way back to his friends and if he didn’t then the Utopia was meant to be, but he always knew that Clark would find a way. Clark focused on hope and the happy memories. He knew that there was always another way and that the World Forger’s ideas that there was only one path or a few that involved him fighting against the Justice League were misguided and that there was one he hadn’t considered; joining them.

Before jumping into the latter 1/3rd of the book, I have to praise this book for having such a satisfying conclusion to this arc. I love that the League didn’t just have to vanquish another threat, but gained a new ally in their fight against the coming Doom. The art was amazingly frenetic and bright with the colors popping in ways that made everything all the more epic and badass. Shading and detailing made everything seem so much more inspiring and dire at times, which is exactly what this needed with special praise going to the single splash page of Superman roaring his arm back for a Real Superman Punch.

Things finally coalesce with the second story of this issue written by James Tynion IV and drawn by new series regular artist, Javier Fernandez. Paying off the events of the Year of the Villain One-Shot, Lex Luthor has made his plea to the people of Earth. After the Legion of Doom saves the world from a raging Mxypytlk, Lex tells them what a mess of things the Justice League made of the Source Wall. He encourages the citizens of the world to shun the League and become Villains just like him as it’s the only way to save themselves since the heroes obviously can’t.

The people are listening and have already started rioting in the streets. Unlike in The Last Knight on Earth, the League has hope. The World Forger hopes to gain the aid of his brothers, the Monitor and the Anti-Monitor. Starman hopes to gain the aid of other heroes from the Multiverse. Wonder Woman wishes to stay on Earth and utilize the Largest League that there has ever been and J’onn says that they have to do it all. At the same time, after his supposed Death, Lex brings himself back to life in a strange body, saying that Doom is just beginning.

I have never been more excited for Justice League than I am now, especially given how widespread this story will be. There are hints of the same kind of scale as Jonathan Hickman’s run on Avengers, with every small thing in every tangential book affecting some part of the larger narrative and that’s the kind of storytelling that I adore. Offers are going to be going out to every villain in the DC Universe and things are only going to be more intense from here on out and I am here for it.

HIGH Recommend.

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Slade Wilson is dead.

Runner Up: Deathstroke: R.I.P. #44 - Christopher Priest, Fernando Pasarin, Ryan Winn, Jeremy Cox and Willie Schubert

With a large crowd of mourners, we get an idea of how respected and reviled the Terminator was in the larger DC Universe, or at the very least, in the realm of villainous circles. Talia al Ghul bids him farewell and says that he will be welcomed in hell. Red Lion, Priests pastiche of Black Panther, pays his respects to “de ultimate wheelon.” Raptor, Killer Frost and Deadshot all show up to pay respects, with Deadshot saying that he always thought he'd be the one to take Wilson out and how he feels cheated.

Dr. Ikon, who was put into a coma by Jericho and subsequently hunted by Slade for daring to have a relationship with his son shows up and wishes Slade had at least given him his eye back. Even his ex-wife, Adeline Kane cries as she views the funeral, damming him for dying even after all of mess they've put each other through.

The Legion of Doom appears and tries to assert their dominance over the crowd, but remain calm as Sinestro remarks that Deathstroke was one of the few that could legitimately stand with the group as he analyzes the body.

Superman, who Deathstroke fought all the way back in issue #8, appears above the proceedings to make sure that everything stays cordial amongst the many attendees. Meanwhile, Jericho, angry that his father's even getting a funeral, tries to goad Superman into bringing all of the villains in attendance down, but Superman disagrees. He says that no one is committing and crime and the boy just gets angrier.

At the Titan's base, Red Arrow tries to comfort Damian, telling him that Deathstroke's death wasn't his fault and that even though Damian wanted him dead, Emiko had to be the one to loose the arrow. Unbeknownst to either, Jericho takes over Emiko's body and attacks Damian, cursing them for killing Deathstroke before taking over Kid Flash's body soon after.

For the entirety of this run, we've seen how negative Slade and Jericho's relationship is. Jericho hates his father and that has poisoned his entire life. Knowing he's being mourned pisses off the former Titan, but hearing that another Titan was the one that killed him sends him into a rage. It's similar to his heel turn in Geoff Johns spectacular Teen Titans run in the mid 2000s where he didn't want more kids to suffer, but this time he's the one suffering.

At the same time, Rose Wilson attacks people dressing up as her father as his face is shown all over screens in a city and Detective Gordon tells her that Slade wouldn't have wanted her to follow in his footsteps as he was told by Wintergreen, echoing the most early issues of Deathstroke, like #4 - #5 I believe

.continuing his rage, Jericho, in Kid Flash's body attacks Sinestro, who uses his Ultraviolet ring to tap into Jericho's repressed emotions and fires upon the crowd. Doctor Light reveals that Superman was just a projection and disables Jericho and the Legion ponders what to do with the boy. With Deathstroke dead, the Legion makes their first Offer for Year of the Villain and gives him a chance to join them and with his current mental state, who's to say that he won't?

Deathstroke has been a weird and convoluted ride at times, but the character work herein has been phenomenal. We've seen the root causes of what makes Deathstroke himself so poisonous and how that's affected his children.

Jericho wears the mask of a hero, but underneath, he's scarred. He nearly kills a man he loves on the off chance that he may tell Slade of it, causing Slade to hunt him and now he himself is falling to the dark side.

Rose has always straddled the line, but her father kept her on the side of good at least by discouraging her from being him. Her anger at his death may drag her into the same pit as Jericho, especially after trying to solve the mental break she had, thinking she was overcome with the Spirit of a Hmong warrior.

There's going to be a war to determine who the next Deathstroke will be and if that doesn't excite everyone, I don't know what to say other than High recommend.

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If the Joker became the president of America by using his gang to strong arm (to use violence towards) the current president and congress to give him the position and power to run the country, and he announced the whole thing to every American, what would Batman’s reactions be to Joker being the new prez? Note: This scenario could take place in any DC universe. ANY DC universe.

Note: I answered this while procrastinating and it got really long, so I put most of it under the cut.

TL;DR: Batman would first have to decide how to take down the Joker/whether or not killing him would set off any dead man’s switches and injure more innocent people. Then, once the Joker is inevitably taken down (very early into his presidency, by Red Hood), Batman will have to deal with the political backlash of never killing the Joker earlier when he had a chance, since President Joker would succeed in killing quite a few people.

Just for the sheer ridiculousness of it, if the Joker became president I have no doubt that Red Hood would do everything in his power to assassinate him, consequences be damned. Now, if every American knew that he strong armed his way into power, I’d guess most would support his death as long as no civilians were affected (since most wouldn’t want a mass murderer/unhinged/maniacal torturer like Joker in charge, let alone the whole “America just got taken over without a fight” thing). But the Joker is the Joker, so as president he’s gonna have a shitload of dead man’s switches there would undoubtedly kill off a bunch of people/cities at once if anyone tried to dethrone him.

Batman would first be aghast, guilty, and all that jazz; he already has the lives that Joker’s taken hanging over him (and Jason alone is a shining example of this) and now he couldn’t foresee the Joker going after such a huge position of power? Paranoia, sleep deprivation, Batman will probably have to force most of the other Bats to keep watch over the most dangerous villains throughout America while he and the Justice League (and every other America-residing hero, and probably most police officers/most of the military) would be running themselves ragged to find a way to get to him out of the office. Obviously, the Joker forcing his way into the presidency will take full priority (not to mention with control of congress what kind of laws he would pass - does the whole legal system get flipped on its head, under the assumption that the Joker could get rid of all the red tape and heel dragging that slows down the government in the presumably short amount of time that he’d be in power). At least Lex Luthor is business savvy and knew how to build up his own empire; the Joker’s whole background means that there is no non-lethal way of taking away his newfound power since he’s dangerous and unpredictable.

On Batman in particular, I’d like to think that when the Joker is threatening the entire country rather than just one city (~10 million vs ~330 million people), he wouldn’t be so against killing (he’d still be in favor of finding a non-lethal way, but not as disappointed if Jason gets revenge when so many lives are about to be affected). So let’s say that Red Hood kills off the Joker before things get too bad (with the dead man switches/forced military-police backing/innocents killed/etc), since he would absolutely have the support of most heroes: that opens up issues of who becomes president now (since I’m assuming Joker forced everyone to retire? Or just threatened their lives and loved ones?) and how fucked up everyone gets that the government had no back-up plan whatsoever for threats of this magnitude, even though everyone knows that the country is riddled with villains. Both US citizens and governments of other countries will be outraged at how Joker got into power.

That means that Batman and the Justice League would have to deal with the outcome alongside politicians. Politically, would the president get reinstated (and if so, would people push for him to be impeached for “letting” this happen), let alone the members of Congress? For Batman/JL, the whole “never kill a villain no matter how much death/destruction they’ve caused” is gonna be thrown right into the spotlight after something like this (and a lot of people would be taking Red Hood’s stance on this, especially if the Joker succeeds in harming people while in office given his track record). And then Batman is not only going to have to deal with the increase in support of killing villains, but also in reminding people that they have to prevent this (letting a villain get cocky enough to take over, someone strong arming into presidency, and assassination of a villain-turned-president) from happening again with non-lethal methods. The whole situation would be a mess.

Wow this got really long and kinda off topic. Back to your original question, Batman would first rant/worry/be consumed by paranoia and guilt for letting this happen, and then would decide privately (with other heroes) how to take down the Joker/whether or not killing him would set off any dead man’s switches and injure more innocent people. Jason would kill the Joker sooner rather than later. Then, once the Joker is inevitably taken down (it would be quick since other superheroes besides the Outlaws would aid Red Hood), Batman’ll have to deal with the political backlash of never killing the Joker earlier when he had a chance, since President Joker would succeed in killing quite a few people. This would all happen in the midst of everyone freaking out politically that America was hijacked by a maniacal murderer and had no backup plan for it.

#asked and answered #batman #the joker #gods this got really long and i rambled a bit but i hoped i answered what you actually asked

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|《 A Dream of Fire: Chapter 5 - City of the Damned 》|

My mind is spinning in a million different directions, attempting to wrap around the idea that I was brought here for some bullshit. My magic has never been |that| powerful that it warrants trans-dimensional travel. I’m not weak by any means and people have tried and failed to overpower me and my coven. But the fact of the matter is that these people are trying to tell me that I’m something of literal legend. The manifestation of a god that only exists in their realm. It can’t be real. Gods like that don’t just exist in one dimension. Especially if the root of their power is traveling through space and time.

It wasn’t long before they decided that the information they were feeding me wasn’t going to sink in. It’s too unbelievable. My mind is trying to grapple the idea that I may or may not be stuck here. “The only way out is through”. Fuck. What the fuck does that even mean?

“She’s not understanding how important this is.”

They’ve made it a habit to speak about me as if I’m not standing but a few feet from them. It makes my lips twitch ever-so slightly. The man walks over to me warily. His conditioning from me handing his ass to him not but an hour ago. It feels like time has stood still since then.

“Asha is our Seer. She can see what will be and what has been. If anybody can convince you what we’re saying is real, it’s her.”

His tone is a lot less hard than before. More respectful. If they thought I wielded all this power, it’s a mystery to me why they would even try me like they did. But stupid is as stupid does. These three witches have proven to me that they couldn’t possibly protect themselves in a situation that would require more than a prayer and an earth ritual. Maybe their impending demise is deserved.

Just as the thought passes, I’m surprised at myself for a moment. The anger I feel…. the pain…. it’s got my mind in such a dark place. A dangerous place for someone like me. My initial reaction to him is to tell him to go fuck himself. I’ve got nothing left to lose at this point. But the idea of being brought outside beyond these walls makes the wheels in my head start turning.

We’re in New Orleans. Or so these people are telling me. Maybe I can….

The smaller and seemingly the youngest of the four witches brings me a pile of clothes that I can change into. I hadn’t even noticed that the clothes I had been wearing are tattered and dirty. Her eyes are kind, maybe even a little scared, as she hands me the clothes. It honestly takes me back for a moment and I can feel the seemingly permanent hardened expression on my face soften at the sight of hers.

“Thank you.”

She smiles, seemingly reluctantly at me before she looks around at the people around her and takes a step back from me. What’s this girls involvement in all this? I can see that she’s much more meek than the others. If I were to need a weak link, she would be it.

With a wave of Talia’s hand, the warehouse in which we were once standing transforms into a loft space. Luxurious. Where there was once concrete walls, there are now floor to ceiling windows. I walk over to them, my eyes looking over the scene in amazement. This is not the New Orleans I know. It’s dark, a cloud of smog covering my city like a protective blanket. So dark. The life that I remember…. It’s gone. This isn’t my city.

“This is your home now, Miss Devereaux. We’ve tried to make it as…. Comfortable as possible.”

She turns to me and I look back at her. It seems as though the tone of the conversation has changed dramatically. Instead of her hardened tone, I can sense that she’s calmed down quite a bit. I don’t know if that's a good thing or not, but I’m willing to play along with both of the eyes in the back of my head wide open. No matter what, these are my captors. I need to find a way out.

“Fix yourself up. This isn’t the same New Orleans you know. You have to blend in or they will smell your power from a mile away. So, dress accordingly.”

She looks at me, sincerity clear in her face as she gestures to the closet in front of me. I look them up and down, trying to decipher what dressing accordingly means. All black. A style that would be suited for someone traveling between time. Their style has an archaic flare but still modern. Corsets, black lace, denim and leather accents. And as I look down at the clothes that the young witch brought me, I raise a brow and look up at them.

“Asha will be waiting to see you. We’re going to a club. Only supernatural beings can enter. You will have to prove your magic. That shouldn’t be a problem for you. We will be downstairs.”

She looks over at the others and beckons them to follow her, the little one trailing closely behind her, but looking back at me with a smile. The corner of my lips twitch slightly, but I don’t give her a full smile. I can’t forget where I am. When the door closes behind them, I turn back to the windows and move closer to them again. I can damn near smell the sulfur in the air from the spell locking me in this fucking place.

I want so badly to scream at the walking bodies on the streets below. To get someone's attention. To be saved from this nightmare. I feel my heart start to beat quickly in my chest. This is the first time I’ve been by myself…. Alone in a place that seems to be my own personal hell. I’m slowly falling to pieces as I grip the edge of the stone window sill and slowly lower myself to my knees. The sharp pain in my knee as it makes contact with the ground lets me know that I’m not in a nightmare. That I’m alive. That I’m living this.

I allow myself a moment. One moment. A sharp, deep groan leaves my lips and my lips part as I breathe deeply and clutch my chest. My heart is broken. My body even more so. Visions of my family flash across my mind. Kai’s beautiful face smiling up at me as she places soft kisses on my swollen belly where her brother and sister lie in wait. Lex’s arms wrapped around me in a shroud of protection. Ra’s bright smile as we cook Kai’s favorite meal in his kitchen.

One moment. It’s fleeting and when I compose myself, I feel the ache of wanting it to return. Wanting to relive those precious moments. But I can’t. That doesn’t exist for me anymore. Not now.

I down at myself. Tattered clothes, dirt on my brown skin. I’m a fucking mess. My clothes are tattered and blood stains the white tank top I’m wearing. It brings my attention back to the pain I feel radiating through me. My knee. My busted lip.

Walking over to the bathroom, I look in the mirror to see the damage. My lip is split on my right side and I’m hoping that the throbbing I feel will subside sooner rather than later. I’m exhausted. I feel like I haven’t slept since I was in my own realm.

I miss them. I miss them so fucking much.

No. I had my moment. I inhale deeply and look at the clothes in my grasp. Time to play their game. I turn the shower on as hot as it will go and carefully peel the clothes off my body. My body is changed. Healed from giving birth and curved to show that I carried twins. More so than when I carried Kai. I avert my eyes, the memories accompanied by the vision of my body making my heart sink.

The hot water against my skin hurts but this pain is better than remembering. So, I endure it. I revel in it. It burns my skin like I’m being reborn. Like I have a fighting chance. I just have to fight fire with a more powerful fire. I’ll show them what I’m made of.

When I finally put on the black satin dress and jewelry accents given to me and feel ready to face whatever’s to come, I walk downstairs, my heels softly tapping against the concrete stairs as I do. My wild curls and sunglasses serve as a protective barrier from eyes trying to read my expression too closely as I find the four witches waiting for me.

“Let’s get this shit ov’a wit’.”

My eyes shift to the mans, silently daring him to try me again. He’s the temperamental one. And he likes to play dirty. So, as I push past him and follow Talia out of the building, I see that there’s a car waiting for us to get in. From the street level, the city looks even darker than I imagined. What the hell happened here? The whole drive, my eyes try to rediscover this city I once called home. It looks the exact same, except the air is thick with magic. Different forms of magic. I can almost taste it. Some bitterness. Sweetness. Different forms of energy just floating around, waiting to be picked up on. I would be surprised if there are any humans in this godforsaken place.

We pull up next to where Cafe Du Monde once was, but it’s desolate now. Completely ruined. The few people that do linger are rummaging through the rubble surrounding the area like scavengers.

“What happened here?”

Talia looks between the other witches between them before taking a deep breath.

“There was a war. Between supernaturals. It ruined us. All of us. Except….”

She swallows back her next words and clears her throat as the male next to her touches her hand. It’s clear that it’s an affectionate touch and I catalogue that in the back of my mind. Just in case….

“The Seer will tell you everything you need to know.”

Of course she will.

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yourwildest-nightmare · 7 years

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“Don’t let them take your heart” (Year 11 Advanced English Creative Writing Draft)

Dear Ella,

I wonder if you recognised my wiring on the tattered envelope decorated with stained stamps which housed this letter you are now reading. I wonder if you opened it straight away, or if you sat it down on your lap, staring at it for what felt like a lifetime. I wonder if you even read it all, if I am even being heard by you. And I wonder if you ever still think about me, about us, about everything that happened. If you wonder where I am, how I am doing, how I got there. This letter is to explain that. I hope you understand where i’m coming from, and more importantly, I hope you find the bravery to try to understand it. This is my story.

My fingers ran absentmindedly through her chaotic hair, losing themselves in the tangles and waves of her midnight locks. “You know,” she smirked, gazing down at me, “I could always make you a wig? Or maybe a doll? That way you’ll always have someone to play with, even when you’re cursed with the lack of my presence.” Laughing, I forced myself to withdraw my hands from her mane. Control; I’ve never been much good at it, especially when it comes to her. “Hey, what are you doing?” She grabbed my hands before they had time to return to their position by my side, holding them in hers. Our fingers, touching. Our fingers, interlocking. Our eyes, meeting… “oh, um, you said…I thought…” Blushing dramatically, I could feel myself turning all kinds of crimson. I could only imagine how much she was enjoying this. “I didn’t say to stop, did I?” Her gaze locked with mine, challenging me. Everything was a game with her. Then, with parents and a reputation like hers I suppose it kind of had to be. Slowly, her gaze softened, her hand moving to stroke the side of my face. “How can something so wrong, feel so right?” She sighed, leaning in closer, closer, closer…lips on lips, our tongues danced together, our bodies moving into the familiar pieces of each other. Closing my eyes, I was being swept away into the peacefulness nothingness of the combining of our minds. That was the last moment I remember feeling anything that even resembled happiness.The screeching of the front door; my mind was too lost to process anything but her. Footsteps coming closer; Why couldn't I have heard them? The tapping on my door, the click of the knob turning; Her hair, her back, her face, her lips…The shock, the screams, the cans rolling across the room, the shattered glass in every direction. Her eyes, my eyes. Our mind, tearing itself apart for the final time. If only I had been more careful. Why couldn't I have been more careful?

“Lexa? Hey, Lex, wake up, you’re dreaming again.” My eyes flung open to a set of dark blue ones staring back at me. Nick. As my eyes started to process the images around the room, my body relaxed under the soothing touch of his hand on mine. Sweat was dripping down my forehead, down my back, creating a puddle on the mattress I lay on. I could see Aaron and Sam standing around the bottom of my bed, looking at me in the same worrisome way they always did. Sometimes it felt like I was the child of the family, the one who always needed someone to watch them to ensure they didn’t get themselves into any trouble. Except my kind of trouble was different; it was the screaming in my dreams, the screaming when I was awake. The panic attacks I had during one of the flashbacks from the institute, or the cage of silence I locked myself away in when my brain become too loud. I was the child of the family, but I was a child of chaos and misery and fear. My tantrums weren’t over not getting a toy in the shop, but over not being the person my parents wanted me to be. They were over not being accepted by my family, my friends. They were at the thought of how it used to be before I found my own family, before I made my own family. Looking at them now, huddled around me I knew I had to try harder to be better. We all had our demons, that I knew, but I couldn’t keep letting mine stop me from becoming me; I couldn't let it stop me from becoming happy. “I’m fine, I promise. I’ll be fine. I just need to finish this.” I assure them, heading over to the desk in the corner of the room and picking my pen and paper up where I had left it…

The first person to teach me that loving myself is not a given was Nick. He taught me that who I am had been programmed into me since I was born, and when the day came that I found I wasn’t who my family thought I was, my programmed response was to hate, to hurt, to kill. We spent months in that institute together, nursing one another back to health, back to happiness. He taught me what it was like to feel at home, to feel loved. He taught me what it was like to have a family. You see, blood does not equate to family, at least not in the emotional sense. Nick taught me that. He taught me that we have the power to choose our own family if the one we are born into is not the right one for us. He taught me that your biological family isn’t always the right family for you. You need to find where you belong, where you are accepted, and stop living in the shadows of who they want you to be. And if they can’t love you for who you are, then are they really your family? Don’t let them take your heart, Ella. Remember who you are; Nothing else matters.

“Alexis Zane, it’s 12 O’ clock. You know what that means.”

Control; I don’t think I even understand the meaning of it anymore. At least, I don’t recall what if feels like to have it, to use it, to feel it. Day by day, week by week, month by month I watched my reflection in the mirror become sharper, stranger, unrecognisable. I wonder if she would look at me the same now? Left, right, left, right, left, right. They led me down the endless corridor, as they had done every day since I had arrived. The familiar screeches and scratching filled my ears-I had learnt how to block that out a while ago now. My eyes found the door, towering above me taunting me with the secrets it held inside. I almost stopped. I saw the guard glance at me, their weight shift, preparing, always preparing. Not today. I couldn’t mess up today. I forced myself to place one foot in front of the other. Left, right, left, right, left, right. The guards closed the door behind me, leaving me with doctor Sullivan and her soul eating smile. “Alexis, dear! What a sight for sore eyes. Come, come, sit down. Tell me how you’re feeling? It’s a big day for you! You must be so excited.” Her eyes searched mine, looking for any hesitancy, looking for any reason to make me stay. I wouldn't give her the pleasure. Forcing my mouth as wide as it would go, my eyes as bright and alive as they could be, I returned her gaze steadily. “I couldn’t be happier. I can't wait for things to finally be normal again”. Normal; What a word that was. It’s ironic, a girl who has never known the concept of normality using it so freely and confidently as if I know what the hell “normal” is. As if I have any right to pretend I do. It was the right answer though. Sullivan’s smile tightens- there’s nothing she can do to keep me here. Clasping her hands together on the auburn table, her voice softens. “Alexis, I am so proud of how far you have come dear. Not everyone is as willing for the cure as you were. Your family is going to be so happy to see the girl you have become. Keep in touch deary, we are always here if you stumble across anymore…mishaps.” That was the last time I saw Doctor Sullivan. Racing through the corridors I weaved my way around the puzzle that had been my home for the last 6 months. Where was he? I had 10 minutes. 10 minutes until I left. I couldn't go without seeing him first though, I just couldn’t. I wouldn't be getting out if it wasn't for him. Hell, I wouldn't still be breathing if it wasn't for him. “Hey, Princess! Didn’t think you could leave without a goodbye did you?” Spinning around, I saw him leaning against the wall I had just walked past, examining his nails, trying to contain his grin. “Not a chance.” I grinned, running towards him and throwing my arms around his neck, burying my head into his chest. It felt like I could finally breathe again, the bakery stench of his cologne filling my lungs, the strong grasp of his hands pulling me closer to him and further away from the world. “It’s gonna be okay Lex”, he whispered into my ear. “It’s all gonna be okay, I promise.” “There she is. Alexis Zane, it’s time. Please remove yourself from the boy and come with us. Your family is waiting for you.” The voice boomed across the hall, intruding into our world. Nick grabbed my face with his hands, staring into my eyes. I could feel the sting of my tears brewing, threatening to spill at any minute. Keep it together, Lexa. Don’t let them see you cry. “Promise me,” He said, frantically searching my eyes, “promise me you won’t let them put out the fire that curses through your mind. Promise me that you won’t let them take your mind, or more importantly, your heart. Remember who you are Alexis. Nothing else matters.” His eyes held my gaze for a second longer before his lips crashed into my forehead. Before I knew it we were being ripped apart, him pulled one way and me the other. This was not how it was supposed to be. There was nothing wrong with us! I felt like screaming, like kicking, like putting them through the relentless torture they had put us through. But what was the use? They always won in the end. And us? We always lost.

The singing of the morning birds woke me to the joy that accompanied sleeping in a desk chair all night. Stretching out my muscles, I walked down the stairs to where the morning beams sneaked in through the windows of the kitchen view. Aaron was sitting at the table, the smell of his coffee attacking my senses. “Morning love, how did you sleep?” “As well as you would expect for someone writing a letter to their ex” I remarked, taking a sip of his half empty coffee. I scrunched my nose up in disgust, barely manning to swallow the vile liquid. “This crap is disgusting, I still have no idea why you continue to drink it every morning.” “And I still have no idea why you continue to taste it every morning, then continue to insult me about it. Just go get your juice, Lex.” “Fair point. Who knows, maybe tomorrow will be different.” “You? Take my advice? Make a change? Now that would be something i’d pay good money to see Lexa Zane.” “Shut up Wilden.” “Whatever you say, Ma’am.” After pouring myself a glass of juice (which Aaron looked smug as ever about) I retreated back to the study to continue the letter.

During my discovery of life, I met a boy named Aaron. While upon first glance he seemed below average, lacking in any extraordinary characteristics what so ever, it was once you got to know him that you realised how special he truly was. He was the third part of our little family. It was him who taught me that society fears what it does not know. It sees someone different, someone struggling with the puzzle of life, and instead of helping them put it together they throw away the pieces. Society isolates you in your differences, in your misery. It makes you think that you are alone, that you are unwanted and unworthy. But the truth is, you are none of those things. You are not alone in your misery; when you are left with nothing, questioning who you are and what you have become, you still have your family. Aaron’s bother died when he was 15, dealing drugs to provide for his parents. I don’t think he ever forgave them for that. He ran away a week later, vowing to never be like the people who had made him, vowing to be who he wanted to be; to be someone his brother would be proud of. Me, I want to be someone I would be proud of. And I want you to do the same. You are not alone, Ella. You are not an outcast of society. But if you are, who cares? Revel in your differences, they are what make you, you. No one can take that away from you, not even your parents.

“Hey, Lex, how’s it coming along?” Sam asked, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, trying to sneak a glance at my writing. “Not a chance hot stuff.” I say, snatching the letter out of her view and slipping it into the waistband of my pants. “Oh, is that how we’re going to play it, huh?” She smirked, grabbing my waist and spinning me around so our faces were inches apart. Slowly, she curled a loose strand of my hair around her finger, never losing eye contact with me even once. I was hyperaware of the paper in my jeans, of her hand on my hip, slowly edging its way down…She was whispering something in my ear, attempting to distract me with her sweet words and passionate kisses. God, it had been so long…It almost got me. Almost. “Sam, no.” I said, ripping myself out of her arms and taking a step back, putting some distance between us. “I just don’t understand what the big deal is? It’s a letter to Ella right? Why can’t I just read it?” “Because it’s personal, okay. Just drop it. You need to trust me more. I thought we’d been over this?” She sighed, defeated. “I do trust you. But you can’t blame me for being a little touchy about you wiring some secret letter to your ex girlfriend. As your new girlfriend, jealousy is sort of a natural reaction, Lex.” “I know, Sammy, I know. I’m almost done, I swear. And then you can have all my attention.” “Yeah well, you owe me big babe. I expect a grand gesture of some kind, maybe some red wine and rose petals?” “Yeah, we’ll see.” I waited for her to leave before I picked up the cold pen again.

There’s something that everyone in my little misfit family all have in common; the question of what it’s like to have somewhere you belong. Samantha was the 4th addition to our family, us meeting her in a club in the middle of Sydney. She really was the life of party, surrounded by girls and boys and everything in between, her aurora just seemed to grab you and pull you in until before you knew it you were dancing right infront of her, screaming for her attention. Turns out, she was the one screaming. Being an orphan, she had never known the concept of family. She had never known what it was like to disappoint someone or for them to love you despite that. She told me when I first met her that she despised me for my upbringing, for my privileged lifestyle and how I had left it so easily. She almost made me want to go back, want to turn my back on everything Nick and Aaron had taught me. But I didn’t. Instead, I concentrated my energy on teaching her. Teaching her about family, about love. Teaching her about pain and about heartbreak. What I discovered in trying to teach her was that it is never too late to start. To start living, start loving, hell, start existing. Because if you are not being yourself, are you really even exisiting? Aren’t you just floating along, morphing into those around you, being told day by day that “Wow, you’re so much like your mother!” and smiling like that was a good thing. Being told you’re so different from your mother, and smiling like that was a good thing. If exisiting means becoming ghosts of the people you surround yourself with, then what does living mean? And wouldn't you want to find out? Wouldn't you want to give yourself every possible chance at a life of greatness, at a life of truth.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss my family. But I would also be lying if I said that being with them didn’t make me feel like I was in a constant state of a thunderstorm. it was as though when I was with them, being who they wanted me to be, I was being drowned by the rain of my own tears. It’s not that I don’t like the people they are; it’s that I don’t like the way they treat people like me. It’s that I don’t fit into their land. Our worlds just don’t co-exist with one another. When they collide, chaos breaks out. Storms rage on and crops die out. I become the crop, while they remain the storm raging on, taunting me from above, attempting to help me grow but only into the type they want.

I miss them Ella. A lot. No, that’s not true. I miss when things were good, before I realised the truth about myself and about them. Before my mother caught us that day. Before she sent me to conversion therapy. But the truth is, if those things hadn’t happened, I wouldn't have met Nick or Aaron or Sam. I wouldn’t have created my own family, and I wouldn’t have learnt everything I have. I wouldn't know that life exits beyond the land I had been watered on, beyond the world my family had grown for me. I wouldn't have realised that I can both be happy, as well as be myself.

I am not writing this letter to you to tell you that I have everything worked out, I am far from that. I still have nightmares about the institute and I still have dreams about you and what happened, what you said to me when I got out. I don’t hold those things agains you. You were doing what you had to do to survive the storm. But Ella, you need to know this; there are people out there who love you for who you are. Find those people. Let them love you and help you, and you do the same with them.

Do not apologise for who you are, and do not apologise for loving your differences; I taught myself that. And now i’m teaching you.

Yours truly,

Alexis.

#story #shortstory #gay #lesbian

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Opinion on the DCEU - is it in trouble now?

G’day mates, Mingu here. I want to talk about my opinion on the DC cinematic universe and how it’s progressing in regards to how it fared in 2016 and how I think it’ll fare in 2017. Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re probably saying ‘We already saw things like this last year, we don’t need to hear any more about how the DCEU will flop again!’ But trust me, this is… well, it’ll be more of the same, but it’ll also be my thoughts. Let’s begin at the start, in 2016.

Batman vs Superman was a hot topic at the theatre, and everyone was dying to see it after the knockout trailer that revealed Wonder Woman, especially since she’s having her own movie, but I’ll come to that in a bit. So, Dawn of Justice was eventually released, and while it returned a moderate box office, it was more or less slated by critics. What doesn’t help is that it also divided fans at release, especially since the extended edition was announced before the movie was even released.

Now, I got the chance to watch the movie when it came to Netflix, and I can share my thoughts: it was okay. Just okay. I mean, it had some good moments, like Ben Affleck as the brooding Bruce Wayne, and then the reveal of the Justice League alum, and Wonder Woman, though her appearance feels a bit lacklustre given it was revealed in the trailer. But that’s where the good stops for me; because the entirety of the movie was a mess, narrative wise, and the action sequences were very over the top, which doesn’t surprise me considering Zac Snyder directed this. Also, Jesse Eisenberg as Lex Luthor in this movie didn’t fit for me.

So, with BvS out of the way, we move to Suicide Squad, which Is the theatrical baddle team up film everyone’s clamoured for, especially with names like Will Smith, Jared Leto, and Margot Robbie. Surely this had to be the one that DC gets right, right? Wrong. If you thought Batman vs Superman was a narrative mess, Suicide Squad was even more so. It’s clear that, after BvS did badly, the studio panicked and ordered rewrites to lighten the tone, and that mess is evident there. I mean, does this movie want to be gritty, or comedic? Plus, the Joker, so heavily involved in the trailer, was barely in the movie after all. That’s actually similar to the other movie’s trailer, and Doomsday only showed up in the last twenty minutes.

So, that’s the DC cinematic universe of 2016, and both did rather poorly. What of 2017? Oh boy, we better strap ourselves in, because if 2017’s line-up is as mediocre as 2016’s, then we’re going to have some disappointed fans. Basically, what I’m saying is, people are honestly still hyped for the new movies, even after 2016’s offerings.

Say it with me: we are getting Wonder Woman’s standalone film, and then the big Justice League team-up at the end of the movie. And already, at the time of recording, we know Superman will return! Yes, that’s right. Despite the last second tease at the end of Batman vs Superman, we know for certain he’ll be back.

Let’s focus on Wonder Woman first though, and this is the movie everyone’s been wanting for so long. WW is probably one of the most popular DC super heroines, so to see her finally getting a theatrical release film is kind of like a ‘Finally!’ moment. But, let’s not be too hasty in our hype. Remember how hyped everyone was for 2016’s offerings. Yeah… Look, I’m in the same boat as all of you, I want Wonder Woman to be DC’s Sarah Connor, DC’s Ellen Ripley, DC’s…. ahm, Erin Brockovich! She’s a heroine, right?

I’m just saying keep your hype controlled. For all we know, Wonder Woman could end up a bitter disappointment as well. And unfortunately, that seems to be where it’s heading for now. A few days ago, there was an article about an interview with a DC insider, and he has called Wonder Woman a disjointed mess. I don’t know, from the feel of the trailer, that is what I’m getting as well, but maybe it’s too early to tell. But it is definitely a cause for concern because the same is, apparently, being said about Justice League as well. Even Ben Affleck wants to drop out of Batman because he’s not liking the script, apparently.

In an interesting turn of events, an entirely different source is saying good things about the movies, and this leaves us in the interesting position of who to believe. I remain sceptical, because it is too early to tell, and besides, the movies may turn out good or bad. Let’s hope they don’t screw up Wonder Woman’s first theatrical debut.

(If you want to see the video, you can do so over here: https://youtu.be/tQD9aMxVRCk

#dc #detective comics #cinematic universe #opinion #wonder woman #batman #superman #justice league #dawn of justice

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