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avelera · 5 months ago

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Going along. with my theory that, "Both Jayce AND Viktor think the other guy is out of their league, which is why they never officially dated." I think one of the misunderstandings that keep them from hooking up sooner stems from how we, the audience, and Jayce see his first encounter with Viktor.

We, the audience, and Jayce see a sequence of events where Jayce met Viktor at his absolute lowest moment. His life's work just literally blew up in his face. Then, when he tries to pitch it to Heimerdinger he's immediately shut down, his future hopes are dashed by his expulsion from the Academy AFTER Mel goads him into talking about magic which turns the rest of the Council against him, his patron (Cassandra Kiramman) abandons him, and his mother calls him mentally unwell in front of everyone in the Council chamber and disavows what she's seen with her own eyes about the magic that has inspired him ever since.

Jayce has lost everything and is ready to end his own life in response because he sees no hope for himself, no purpose in living.

From that perspective, Viktor extending a hand, saying he believes in Jayce's work enough to dedicate his life to working alongside him, is a literal godsend. This senior classmate who is smart enough to earn a spot as the Dean's assistant throws all of that away just to give Jayce at his lowest moment his vote of confidence?

I don't think it's an understatement to say that Viktor saved Jayce's life and from that moment, the moment Viktor gives Jayce back the gem bracelet which was a symbol of Jayce's life and life's work, he is literally giving Jayce back his life and Jayce is determined to dedicate that life to saving Viktor's and making him proud with Hextech. He starts with Viktor on such a high pedestal above him as a result.

Ok, so that's all pretty obvious from the show itself. But what about Viktor's perspective?

From Viktor's perspective, Jayce saved his life, or rather, his career and all his ambitions for this world. When we meet him, Viktor had traveled as high as he can as a poor kid from the undercity, with all his disadvantages, using his own ability. He's assistant to the most powerful man (yordle) in the city on just his smarts alone. But now his life is stagnant.

His ambition was to discover a scientific innovation that would change the world and, possibly, cure himself. And here he meets this scientist, who is younger than him who through an independent study, on his own, has created the miracle which will actually transform this age. And he did it without going through the system (yes he had the Kiramman patronage but he was not telling them what he was working on), without telling anyone what he was working on, without the blessing or assistance of Heimerdinger.

Not only that, but this man is willing to stand up to the most powerful people in the city and say his research was groundbreaking. Then, when everything is stripped away from him, he's prepared to die for his convictions rather than live in a world where he can't advance his research.

I can only imagine this was incredibly humbling for Viktor, to see someone else coming up with the world's most life-changing technology while he was fussing around being an assistant. He takes the leap immediately from, again, working for the most powerful man (yordle) in the city to throwing his entire lot, his career, everything he's earned up to that point, in an all-out gamble to support the invention of Jayce's mind.

And then Jayce is generous enough to let Viktor come on board with him. To call Viktor his partner, even though he wasn't the originator of the idea (and oh BOY is that gonna become a time paradox in and of itself later, did Viktor technically originate the idea when he inspired Jayce with that stone? Where does it actually begin??). Viktor might be an assistant again, but at least he's an assistant to the most important and revolutionary work of this age.

But he doesn't see Jayce's rejection by Heimerdinger in the prison cell, or know what the strategy to survive the trial was supposed to be without the fuck-up of falling for Mel's goading, or his subsequent rejection by Cassandra Kiramman outside the gates, or his mother's rejection of the magical event they saw with their own eyes. He doesn't see Jayce's lowest moments, only the two ideological stands he took both in defending his work to the Council and being willing to die when it's taken from him.

Basically, Viktor could very well see himself as second-fiddle to Jayce in accomplishment alone, then throw in everything Jayce has just naturally, like his looks and his background, and you begin to piece together why both of them might have thought the other was out of his league, and why Viktor fought so hard to create innovations to match Jayce's, or seen himself as flawed and a work in progress until he had such independent accomplishments, and why he would hesitate to confess his feelings to Jayce until he felt he had something to offer in return, not realizing he had already given Jayce the world and literally given Jayce back his life.

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womanofwords · 1 month ago

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Everybody's Favourite (Part 11)

It started with Dick and Cassandra accompanying you and Bane for a workout session. They'd have to learn more about this chess-boxing if they were going to bond with you, after all.

"OK, Y/N, how about you spar with your . . . assistant?" Bane suggested. "Don't hold back on him. He should know who he's dealing with."

"Are you sure, Uncle Bane? I don't want to hurt him," you said.

Dick fought back a snicker, although it was rather sweet that you seemed worried about him. "It's sweet that you don't want to hurt us, baby bird, but you can use your full strength," he gently goaded.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Y/N!" Dick hastily agreed. "Trust me, big brother can take a hit! Now, hit me with your best-"

WHAM.

Dick felt his insides liquify as your punch obliterated his bowels. What had they been teaching you? What had they been feeding you? How long had you been this strong? Were you on Venom? Even the strangled gurgle of pain tore his intestines up as he fell to the floor.

"Uncle Bane, I thought I was allowed to hit him as hard as I could," you said. "Even he said so."

"There, there, little fighter. Don't worry your little head about it." Bane patted your head while looking at your so-called brother, curled up in a heap on the floor. "Some people just aren't as tough as they think."

Cassandra propped Dick up so he could watch you do calisthenics. You were so poised, so strong, so graceful. Her father would have scooped you up in half a second if he could only see you the way you are now.

"This is so much fun!" you squealed and giggled, as you practiced on the pommel horse.

"You're doing so well," Bane said. "Now, you're going to get off the pommel horse and try doing some pull-ups. You wanna do those cool tricks you saw in Instagram, right?"

"Yep!"

Cassandra and Dick watched Bane coach you through pull-ups with a hopelessly jealous longing. They wanted to coach you through your workouts and congratulate you on your progress, not this calculating, hulking monster that you called Uncle Bane. They were so busy contemplating this that they didn't notice you falling. But Bane wasn't as inattentive.

"Easy there, Y/N. Gotta watch where your hands are going!" Bane said, catching you just in time.

"Thank you, Uncle Bane," you said, eyes starry. "You're so good at protecting me."

And just like that, their hearts shattered.

The moment they were home, Dick burst into tears and had to be consoled by Alfred and Bruce. Cassandra shut herself up in her room and refused all visitors.

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Bruce had his heartbreak moment when he spent a day with you, Two-Face, and Penguin. He watched as you brainstormed ideas and sketched logos with Penguin, already nauseous with envy. That was supposed to be him drawing with you.

"Y/N, I . . . didn't know you had so many professional contacts," Bruce said. "How do you know all these people?"

"I won a lot of scholastic awards," you said. "Sometimes I got money, but a lot of the time, I got a couple of no-questions-asked favours from some really big names. I can have this stuff for free. Free."

"Why wouldn't you tell me you had these connections?" Bruce asked.

"I tried telling you about my day and my achievements, but you were always busy. Alfred came in your place. I think it might be videotaped somewhere in the manor. Alfred taped all my stuff." You went back to sketching logos for the parlour, not paying him any mind.

"That's how smart my little one is," Penguin said. "They've saved us untold amounts of money with these connections. And in the meeting with investors, they'll even act as their own interpreter for the boss. Japanese is such a tough language to learn, and Y/N's fluent. Fully fluent."

"You're . . . what?" Bruce stammered.

"I have the certificates in a storage room in case you don't believe me," you said. "Sorry about Bruce, Dad."

"You have nothing to apologise for," Penguin said.

Bruce tore the manor apart in search of anything with your name on it. The tapes were found first, then the awards and report cards. He devoured these artifacts of your life, watching and rewatching the sections of awards ceremonies that had you in them, breaking his own heart in a deliciously masochistic way. He should have been there for those times, so you could have had someone to lock eyes onto in the crowd and smile at. But those moments and that version of you were trapped in sections of time, and all he was left with was a version of you that yearned for fatherly love . . . and took it from a wannabe socialite disfigured by Mother Nature herself and his villainous friends.

Oh, he could just kill Penguin.

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Tim and Barbara knew that they couldn't come to your therapy session, but that wouldn't stop them from eavesdropping. "Y/N, we got you something!" Tim called, holding a small box.

You kept your distance, exercising caution like a dog who knows that legs can kick if you get too close. "Why?"

"It's a gift," Barbara said. "We want you to have it."

"It's not my birthday, Barbara." You refused to budge.

"Does it have to be?" Tim opened the box, revealing an enamel ladybug badge. "It's perfect for you. So pretty."

"It is shiny," you admit, being drawn in way too easily. "How do I wear it?"

"Oh, we'll put it on your jacket for you," Tim said, inwardly squealing with glee. "Come here and hold still, Y/N. It'll only last a second."

"Um . . . OK," you said, getting closer to them. As Tim fastened your badge into your jacket, Barbara smiled in a way that she hoped was soothing.

"Make sure to be honest when you're at your therapy session," Barbara said.

Your eyes narrow. "Why wouldn't I be honest?"

"Never mind. Have fun," Barbara said.

You walked into therapy wearing your pin, and Scarecrow immediately took notice. He wasn't sure if you knew it, but that was a listening device. Those Wayne children had undergone a new level of creepy. "Sweetheart, is it just me or does that pretty little pin look like a bunch of little people are using it to listen to us?"

"Little people?" You stifled giggles.

"Yes. It looks like something teeny tiny aliens would disguise their ship as." To up the ante, Scarecrow leaned in close and talked directly to the pin. "Hello, little eavesdroppers."

You burst out laughing. "Uncle Johnny, you're so silly! Nobody's listening through there!"

"I bet someone is," Scarecrow mused, as you laid in stitches on a reclining couch. "Someone small and scared and hiding somewhere dark. Well, they're not listening to anything I tell you! Bruce? Dick? Who's listening to us in here?"

"Don't worry, Scarecrow," you laughed. "None of them would bother listening to me in therapy. They barely noticed me standing next to them."

"Fine. But let's put it in the cupboard. That thing creeps me out," Scarecrow said. Therapy began, and you put it out of your mind.

Meanwhile, deep within the Batcave, Tim and Barbara were frozen in terror. He knew. He'd only seen it for a few seconds, and he just knew that they were listening. But how?

Either way, there goes any chance of listening to the way they brainwashed you.

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Jason and Duke stared each other down, controllers in hand. "I play with Y/N first," Jason said. "Since I'm older."

"We're both older than Y/N," Duke pointed out.

"I know that, idiot. I meant older than you."

"You haven't done anything to make that happen! That's just coincidence!"

"Yeah, maybe you're right. You know what else will be a coincidence? My fist in your face!"

"You punch like a dead guy!"

"And you whimper like a little girl!"

You and Riddler watched with a strange mixture of bemusement and disgust as your brothers wrestled on the floor, you as their unwilling prize. "It's like watching angry monkeys at the zoo fight each other over food, only this is meaningless and pathetic," you muttered.

"I know, it's plain embarrassing." Riddler rolled his eyes. "Psst, little puzzler. How about we ditch the dummies and try out the fun kind of arts and crafts that we like?"

"Thank you," you muttered gratefully.

It took an hour before they realised you were gone. Once Jason and Duke realised that you'd given them the slip, they argued over whose fault it was that Riddler had 'stolen you' and started round two of the fistfight.

They were welcome to it.

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Poison Ivy and Harley were applying a face mask to you with glee as Stephanie watched on with envious confusion. "Isn't this a bit much?" she asked. "I mean, there's already been a mani-pedi and a massage. Y/N is not a doll and doesn't need this much maintenance."

"You shut ya hole," Harley snapped. "Is this how you always talked to 'em?"

"No," Stephanie admitted.

"Then don't start now! Honestly, for a bunch of people who want to make amends with Y/N, you sure are good at being insulting and callous," Harley lectured. "Now, zip the lips and enjoy your spa day."

Stephanie simmered down and focused on the hair braiding. For all of five minutes. "Hey, Y/N, what's your deal with Auntie Harley and Auntie Ivy?"

"I just want female role models," you admit. "Harley and Ivy and Selina are so cool. I've never had real-life female role models before."

Stephanie stiffened. "What do you mean? Cass, Barb, and I have been living in Wayne Manor with you since you first arrived. Do we not count?"

You removed the cucumber slices so you could deliver an armor-piercing line and a withering glare. "No, you don't count. None of you are female role models. You were just . . . present."

Stephanie didn't talk for the rest of the day.

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Damian jumped at the chance to spend time with you. "I suppose you're saving the best for last," he bragged. "You're clearly cleverer than you first appeared."

"Oh, Y/N, I'm so happy you're here!" Selina cooed, stroking your hair. "Why is Damian here?"

"I am bonding with my only blood relative. Problem, villain?" Damian spat.

"Don't talk to my Auntie Selina like that!" you scolded. "Her name isn't villain, Damian!"

Damian wasn't backing down. "Y/N, you don't have to go through the trouble of calling her auntie. She isn't blood. Myself and our father are your only blood relatives."

"That's not true. I still have maternal relatives out there that are courtesy of my mother. Also, with the way and frequency that our father gets around, we probably have more siblings out there that we've never met."

"Don't speak about our father like that!" Damian spluttered.

"Our father didn't know I existed until I was seven, when my mother died and my DNA was taken to determine who my other biological family members were. If he's really going to take such little care, the possibility of other biological siblings should not be discounted."

"What?" Damian's face was the perfect picture of horror. Not being his father's only child was nauseating, to say the least. Except for you, of course.

"Y/N, Damian, one of my cats has died after having kittens and now they have to be bottle-fed every four hours. You wouldn't mind helping, would you? The milk's already prepared and they're being isolated upstairs. The door to their room is marked with a picture of a cat with a halo."

"Understood. I'll get the milk. Damian, could you go up ahead and soothe the kittens while I get them their food?" you asked. Damian nodded and raced upstairs.

You took your time with the bottles. They were glass, and if they broke, there went the kittens' food. You were careful as you ventured up the stairs towards the room with the kittens. The other cats guided you to a lump on the floor. It was Damian.

"Damian, I- oh goodness!" Your younger brother was groaning in pain, a ladder on the floor next to him. He must have climbed it to get away from the cats and fallen off when it lost balance. "Selina! Damian's hurt! Help!"

"Cats did it," Damian groaned. "Cats did it. Caaaaaats. Bad."

Damian got taken to hospital in an ambulance, coming out of it with only a broken collarbone and fractured wrist. From there, it was agreed that contact with the villains by the Waynes would be ended.

They'd all been hurt in the crossfire.

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vivalafxxku · 6 months ago

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Scruffing of the Robins + others

i wholeheartedly believe that Bruce is devastated when he can no longer or never got to scruff his kids. Not only is it because his kids have matured to the point that they no longer impulsively jump into shit and need to be physically pulled back, it's because they grew.

He nearly cries when he tried to scruff Dick (his Robin may have gotten better impulsive control, but he was still a little shit) and his son only rises to his toes rather than the air. A whole new wave of tears when Dick (while he didn't grow much taller) changes to his more streamlined Nightwing suit so there's nothing to scruff without accidentally hurting him. Dick would catch his look of discontent and laugh, saying that this was exactly why his suit was designed the way it is.

Then there's Jason. Jason who was always pretty small (street kid woes), so even at 15, Bruce can comfortably scruff him. And most of the time, Jason goads him into scruffing him 'cause it's fun. But then he died and when he came back, his son nearly towers over Bruce and weighs just as much and won't let Bruce within 6ft of him without risking a bullet to the shoulder.

Oh but he tries, out of instinct or maybe nostalgia? A whimsical wish for the past, for a different reality? Though it's not much of a scruff and more of a yank to the brown leather jacket collar that earns him a snarl on a good day and physical harm on a bad one.

Tim doesn't get scruffed much and Bruce regrets it in hindsight. But back then, he was drowning in grief and Tim didn't need much scruffing, the Robin was metaphorically scruffing him than the other way around.

By the time Bruce gets around to scruffing Tim, it's a rare occurrence. Tim has all the discipline in the world when in his company despite what his brothers and team say, mind carefully calculating move after move, from travelling the world (something Tim refuses to elaborate other than a splenectomy that Bruce had to dig to find out) during his little stint in the time stream. But when he does, it's a Dick situation all over again where he just rises to his toes.

Cassandra was much too elusive and disciplined to be scruffed (not to mention, too tall). His daughter, however, does find amusement in the impulse and allows Bruce to scruff her, pulling her knees inwards to have the full experience of being airborne. But it's not the same. It's a different kind of fond; it doesn't have the protectiveness laced in the action. There's no exasperation, no "hold on a minute, let's think about it."

Barbara, Stephanie and Duke were too tall when Bruce took them in. And unlike Cass, they don't indulge him either. The existence of Batgirl hinged on the fact that she listens to Batman and Bruce had his hands full with Dick and Jason. Stephanie teases him, rubbing in the fact that she's not actually his kid; therefore, doesn't have to right to scruff her. And Duke is much too awkward, too new, to know if he should.

Then, there's Damian.

His little boy that flinched the first time Bruce reached out to scruff him. Bruce was still working on getting Damian comfortable around him, to show that he would never lay a hand on him. Then he was lost in time. He considered himself lucky that Dick took up more than being Batman. He came back and all he needed to do was figure out his and Damian's dynamic as father and son. (Turns out, Dick made a habit of scruffing Damian. "Won't lie to you, B. It's pretty effective.")

It's only a matter of time before when Damian outgrows being scruffed. Bruce already missed 10 years with his boy on top of being lost in time and puberty is going to hit him like a truck in a few years if he is anything like Bruce.

But for now, he enjoys his little Robin's protests and huffiness when he tries to jump into the fray prematurely while his family listens in amusement through the comms.

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loves1ckmoth · 2 months ago

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LOYAL SERVANT

Cassandra Kiramman x Servant!Reader

Warnings ♡: fem!reader, they kiss, probably ooc, reader helps her change and puts makeup on her, reader refers to her as mistress, petnames used by Cassandra (darling, my girl, doll, dearest), implied relationship/intimacy

Word count ♡: 643

“Darling, would you mind getting my dress for the night?” Cassandra’s voice is soft as she speaks to you. “Yes, Mistress.” You say softly in response. Her dress for tonight is a gorgeous blue, displaying her family colors. She stands in front of the mirror, pulling at and inspecting her skin.

Once you’re behind her smiles and turns to face you. “Perfect. Help me put it on, will you?” She says as she begins to remove her clothes. You look away, feeling a flush creep up your neck. No matter how many times you help her with her clothes, it’s still embarrassing to see her like this.

You help slip her dress over her head, gently pulling it down her body until it sits properly on her. “It’s not as snug as I’d like it to be, but it fits fine, " she says, smoothing it out as you zip up the back.

She goes to sit over at her vanity once everything is in place on her dress, and like an obedient puppy, you follow her over. The light from the open curtains and evening sun allows enough lighting without having to use the built-in ones on her vanity.

“I think tonight we’ll just do a little blue on the lids and some rouge on the lips and cheeks.” She says softly as you pull out the brushes. She turns in her chair to face you as you apply her makeup. It’s intimate, and her teasing stares don’t help. “You’re flushed, my girl. Embarrassed after all this time? After everything we’ve done together? Don’t be.”

Your blush gets even worse and she smiles deviously. “Poor girl… Would a kiss make you feel better?” She goads you, leaning forward into you. Her lips are soft from her lipstick as they brush against yours, and even softer when she presses them into yours. They beckon you closer and the whimper that builds up in your throat is hard to conceal.

When she pulls away, she smiles even wider. “Come on, you’ve still got work to do.” You try to refocus and help her finish her makeup, but it’s still hard to not linger on her featherlight touches and sly smirks. “Your makeup is done, mistress.”

She hums smoothly and turns to look at herself. “Perfect. You’ve outdone yourself this time. Surprising especially with how distracted you were.” You nod and help her stand. “You still need some jewelry.” You murmur while digging through the drawers of her vanity to find something suiting for her attire. You gingerly pull out a pearl necklace and chandelier earrings. She nods in approval and raises her head to make it easier to put the jewelry on her.

“Doll, you’ve outdone yourself this time.” She says as she gazes in the mirror and pulls on her heels. “You’ll keep the house safe while I’m away, won’t you?” You nod. You remember all the rules. Don’t answer the door for anyone but her, continue your daily tasks until she comes home, and stay out of the bedrooms for privacy purposes.

As she's heading out the door, the small hole in your uniform catches on the door handle and she frowns. “Your uniform is so old and tattered. We must get you a new one.” She looks you over and takes the material in her own hands.

“Such a horrible texture as well. Can’t be easy to work when you’re so itchy and uncomfortable. I’ll have a new one made for you by tomorrow, dearest. Until then, keep watch of the house. I’ll be back before midnight. Be good.” She kisses you goodbye and shuts the front doors. Your hands lie against your front, and a strange feeling of sadness fills you as the silence of the empty house continually imposes upon you. But you trust she’ll be home when she promised.

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demonic0angel · 2 years ago

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God!Danny and Servant!Damian

Damian stared at the long hallway of various knickknacks and doohickeys. The ever-changing wallpaper was cracked and peeling, sticky with a green substance. Bizarrely shaped and decorated doors would occasionally peek out from the mountains of loot. The tables that lined the hallway were filled with books and books and many random objects. The hallway was illuminated with a combination of different things, candles and chandeliers and crackling TVs and lightbulbs lighting up the way. At the very end of the long hallway was a lone door, unmarked and conspicuous in its simplicity.

Once he walked through that door, he would be able to complete his wish.

Something to his side caught his eye. It was a small picture of a family, one with many unique characters.

It reminded Damian of his own.

It reminded him of his failures, his goals, and his desires.

Wiping away the liquid that welled in his eyes, he turned and glared at the door that seemed more and more like the light in the darkness as well as his own personal demise.

Damian grit his teeth and began to run.

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It all started simply. It was an average day, a normal afternoon as Damian bickered with his siblings as always. He and Timothy were rubbing on each other's nerves, only instigated further by Jason who would gleefully laugh every now and then whenever he sparked the dying fire.

Dick sighed and said, "C'mon you two. Why can't you just get along?"

"It's because Damian knows that Tim is better than him at detective work." Jason said.

"Shut up, Todd!" Damian said as Timothy made a strange expression of both smugness and also exasperation. Despite knowing that Jason was deliberately goading them on, they still fell for it and walked right into another heated argument.

Dick only sighed further as his little siblings argued like children. The door to the command room opened with Batman sweeping in, Stephanie following him with a little skip to her step.

"Heya, everyone!" She greeted cheerfully while Batman flew past them to inspect the controls.

All of them were in a spaceship commandeered by the batfamily in a mission to inspect a small alien planet that had recently pinged itself on their radar. It was a dangerous new colony that had an ability to steal the memories of those that they had killed and use it to conquer new planets.

The batclan was currently in a mission to investigate if the rumors were true and to find any weaknesses.

"Father?" Damian asked, as he noticed Batman's tense body language. "What is the matter?"

".... Orphan hasn't come back from her stealth mission."

A ripple of dread went through the room. Timothy immediately sat down on a seat and began to pull up mission records. They updated it regularly as they went, and Cassandra had logged in for her mission a few days ago, but now she was several hours past her expected return. This was a bad sign, especially since it was only a reconnaissance mission, with little to no conflict and even if there was, Cassandra would've contacted them.

Something had gone very, very wrong.

Stephanie whispered, "No... she couldn't have been."

Jason gave a snort, although it was weak and filled with false bravado. "There's no way. She's probably trying to find some new information for us. She's stronger than that."

No one said anything.

His attempt at gathering hope failed.

"... fuck." Jason said quietly, as the worst of what could've happened finally sank its claws into his mind.

Everyone was aware that this current mission was one with high stakes. The alien race they were investigating was a dangerous one, and unknown at that. Although they expected danger, they hadn’t expected one of their own to actually get hurt.

Batman shook his head, a hand reaching out to clasp Jason's shoulder. "We'll find her and then we'll help her." He reassured him softly. It said a lot that Jason didn't shake off his touch.

A stone sank in Damian's stomach.

This was his first mission in outer space and he loathed how vulnerable he felt. In an effort to hide it, Damian scoffed to himself and straightened.

They all lifted their heads in unison, however, when a crash rang through the ship. Their gut instincts had alerted them to the danger a second beforehand, but it was still too late.

The light flickered off, inciting another gasp of panic. They all put on their masks to switch on their night vision.

Batman immediately pulled out several batarangs and said, "Dick, with me! The rest of you, stay here and be careful. We'll investigate."

"Fuck!" Jason screamed, louder. "Why am I not coming?!"

"I need you to protect your siblings!" Batman said before he ran off with Dick in tow.

"Grayson!" Damian couldn't help but yell. "Father, shouldn’t we stick together instead?!”

He couldn’t help the worry that stuck to his voice.

Dick swerved back before he could leave the control room and immediately pulled Damian into a hug. "Little Bat," he said softly. "Stay here and protect Stephanie and Tim, okay? They need it."

Damian wanted to protest at his reassurances, almost indignant at the idea that he possibly needed comfort, but he didn’t say a word as Dick stroked his back. Timothy didn't speak up either, completely silent. Damian knew that he was also feeling some sense of immense dread, their survival instincts giving them a premonition of danger and death.

Damian tried to hold his brother closer, eyes wide before Dick pulled away, pulling on a false smile.

"Be careful!" He screamed and then he left.

"This isn't good, this isn't good." Tim muttered as he furiously tapped on the keyboard to figure out what was going on. Everything was down, even their systems and now they just waited in the darkness for a signal of safety.

Jason cursed under his breath. "I should've been with them!" He muttered.

Damian pushed down his nausea and said, "Then let's go. With the computers down, there is no reason for us to stay here when we could go out and help them."

"Fuck, I'm going." Jason pulled out his guns and immediately began to load them with bullets.

"Dammit." Tim cursed and Stephanie pulled out her own bo staff and looked determinedly at them.

"Let's go." She said, and they all followed her as she left first.

They ran through the halls to get to the sector where the explosion had supposedly started. The air seemed stale and dark, and a distant 'ooh'ing noise like wind going through a hole disturbed them greatly. Damian wished he had his swords, but all he had was a bo staff and a few batarangs to protect himself.

His eyes searched the darkness. Stephanie and Timothy were next to each other, their shoulders almost bumping against each other's for comfort, while Jason trailed a little behind Damian, guns out and ready. Damian reassured himself that his family was safe. Cassandra was surely just fine and so would his father and Richard be. They would be okay.

They would all be okay.

There was another crash right in front of them and Stephanie screamed. Jason immediately shot into the dark, the bright flash of a gunshot illuminating the hall for a moment, showing just who came through the wall.

A grotesque monster with bulging, writhing black tentacles stared at them before the light faded. Jason relentlessly shot his bullets, but they seemed useless.

There was a short scuffle before a disturbing squelching noise.

Timothy gave a long, loud keen before his body blocked Damian's vision.

The last thing that Damian saw before Timothy was pulling him away was Stephanie's fallen body, a deep blackness covering her that would shine crimson red.

They ran.

The moment Damian was able to reconnect with his thoughts and surroundings, he pulled his hand out of Timothy's and said, "Brown! She's still back there!"

"No!" Timothy snapped, his voice sounding wrecked. "We have to run. I saw her. She's not coming back."

Jason cursed violently and they quickly skidded into the next hall, shutting the sealed doors for a moment.

"Fuck. It's them. They found Cassandra and took her memories." Jason said and Damian choked on his fear and shock.

Timothy shuddered visibly and then said, "I think they got Stephanie too."

Damian grimaced, hurt shooting through his chest like a bullet wound before he gasped.

"Father! And Richard! They—They went ahead of us!" It was almost instantaneous how both Jason and Timothy paled.

Jason smacked his hands over his eyes. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!"

He took out his helmet and quickly put it on. "I'm going out. Maybe I can find them. Bruce is smart, he's probably still alive and I'll find them."

"You're not invincible, Todd." Damian snarled. "Let us come with you. If we die, we'll all die together."

"Like hell we will." Jason said curtly. "You little shits are gonna live because if another Robin dies, I'm...." He paused. He didn't know what to say.

None of them could find the words needed to comfort each other.

Damian's stomach dropped further into his feet, as if he was about to be sick.

Timothy reached out and grabbed onto Jason's sleeve. "Jason. You know it's a suicide mission. You can't go."

Jason reloaded his bullets and didn't say anything.

When he turned, Jason's helmet was still on his face as he stared at both Tim and Damian. Then he reached over to put a gloved hand on their heads and said, his voice crackling softly, "I gotta go, Robins. Protect each other. Be safe. I mean it."

His touch was heavy and warm, even through his glove. Damian stared at his akhi with wide, wet eyes.

Timothy screamed in shock and despair as Jason sealed that exit and then ran off. They heard the distant sounds of gunshots before they faded.

Timothy gasped for breath, tears flowing down his face but he quickly wiped them and then pulled on Damian's arms. "C'mon, Robin. It's up to us now. We have to get to the exit bay and hope that everyone else gets through this alive and back home."

No one voiced the fact that it would be near impossible.

As they ran, Timothy was furiously typing on his communicator. When they reached the ship bay, where extra spacecrafts were stationed and ready to fly, they found it blissfully empty.

Already suspicious, they snuck inside. Damian was almost irritated by the small gasps that left Timothy's throat but he understood, with the grief that seemed to eat through his stomach. After a moment, as they inched towards a spacecraft, Damian reached out to hold Timothy's hand and squeezed gently.

Timothy squeezed back and they both sped up to the spacecraft. They both worked together to open it up and get it ready for space travel when there was a distant roar.

Damian shuddered hard, goosebumps rising over his skin as he worked even faster, flicking on buttons and readying the controls and coordinates.

Timothy cursed and said, "Dammit. I can't message Earth."

Damian bit into his lip.

Nothing was going well. Where were their family?

Timothy handed Damian the communicator. For a moment, Damian just stared at it in confusion before he turned to Timothy with questioning eyes, his heart squeezing in his chest.

What was the meaning of this? Was Timothy possibly handing off their last chance of survival to him? For what reason?

"What is this for?" Damian snapped.

"Just hold it," Timothy said exhaustedly. "I need to go out and see if the exterior of the pod is functional for space travel. You stay here and stay inside while I go check outside."

"No! What if something happens and I am unable to stop it?" Damian said, his foot stomping once on the ground to emphasize his point.

Timothy didn't say anything as he started to walk down the ramp to the ground outside of the ship. Damian rushed forward to grab his hand and pull him back.

"Why must everyone sacrifice their lives?!" Damian shouted. "You don't need to do this! Let's just stick together!"

"Just shut up, Damian!"

"No! Let's leave now! I-I want to leave now!"

Timothy turned to him with a furious expression but whatever was on Damian's face made him pause. Then he pursed his lips together before pulling Damian in close.

They had never hugged before.

The closest they had ever been was whenever Damian lunged forward for a knife to Timothy's gut.

But this... this wasn't so bad. Damian's eyes burned with an urge to cry and he grabbed onto his brother's suit.

"We will be okay, Damian."

And just as he said that, he pushed Damian forward and through the aircraft as the aliens finally revealed themselves as well as the tentacle that now wiggled into Timothy's stomach.

It happened in an instant.

Damian couldn't even react as Timothy was impaled through his torso.

Blood spilled on the floor and through Timothy's mouth. Timothy coughed, more blood dripping down his chin. He inched forward as the tentacles seemed to pull him back. It was a slow thing, as Damian watched in frozen horror as Timothy moved towards him.

"Timothy!" He couldn't help but blurt it out. "You're going to be ripped in half, you imbecile!"

He took out a batarang, already formulating a plan to hopefully cut away the tentacle but then Timothy reached into his side pouch and took the access card out, slotting it into the card reader and smiling reassuringly at Damian as blood dripped from his lips and body.

"You'll be okay." He croaked, before a black blur shot out and impaled his skull, blood splattering over the doors as they quickly shut themselves.

The aircraft began to lift itself from the ground automatically as Damian screamed with rage and grief, his fist smacking into the door as he flew away. The last thing he saw before he sped off into space and back to earth was Timothy's limp body being dragged backwards.

Damian sank to his knees and didn't get up for a long time.

When he arrived back to Earth, it was useless.

Because Gotham was now gone.

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Damian opened the door.

Inside was a wide, circular room with marble walls and floors. The ceiling was tall, and windows covered it, letting in golden light that lit up the room with an ethereal glow. In the middle of the room was a pool of water surrounding a tall tree on a little island.

Damian couldn't help the gulp of air that he took, rejuvenating him with a refreshing lightness like he was breathing in sunlight.

"Ah." A voice gasped softly. Damian whipped his head upwards and stared at a figure floating within the tree branches. "Hello."

This person wore white and black, their clothes all flowing around them. On their face was a deer skull, its horns stretching behind them as their white hair, strangely similar to Jason's unique white coloring, floated gently.

"Are you the God from the legends?" Damian asked, his voice sounding braver than he felt as the pressure of this being encased him.

"The legends? I suppose so. Do you have a wish, Damian al Ghul-Wayne?"

Damian flinched before his gaze hardened. "Yes. I would like to make a deal with you."

"I see." The god jumped off of the tree branch and floated in front of him. The air felt colder as they drifted closer to Damian. "What is your wish?"

"I want my family to live again."

The being paused. They tilted their head and then said, "Your family?"

"Yes." Damian paused and then clarified, "I want my entire family to be alive again. My father, all of my brothers, my sisters, my grandfather, and my extended family within Gotham."

"... a very big ask." The god murmured.

A chill rose within Damian and he said urgently, worried that his wish wouldn't be granted, "I am willing to do whatever it takes to have my wish granted. I can kill whoever you ask, I can offer my own body...! Anything, as long as my family is alive again."

The god tilted their head the other way. Then they said, "I see. Name your family."

Damian's breath hitched but before he did, he asked, "Will my wish be granted?"

"Yes."

Damian thrilled at that, before he paused. Then he asked carefully, "What is the price?"

The god turned to look at him. Their empty eye sockets, filled with a faint green glow, seemed to bore holes into his soul. "The price of the revival of your family is to sacrifice your life and eternity to me. You will offer your life, your death, and your eternity to me, for me to do whatever I wish."

Damian's breath stuttered. He paused, heart pounding as he debated with himself.

But who was he kidding?

There was no such question in the first place. Damian was not worth even an toe from his family. He wasn't even worth enough to even gaze upon their shoes.

Damian nodded firmly. "I agree to your deal. If I offer everything that I am to you, you will agree to revive my family as they once were?"

"They will be revived and reverted back to a time when they were once alive. They will be well and healthy, I assure you. With this deal, I can promise that they will live to old age."

Damian beamed. "Deal. My family's names are Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Richard Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, and Timothy Drake."

The god seemed to give off an air of satisfaction. "Then, for the soul, eternity, and life and death of Damian al Ghul-Wayne, the aforementioned people will be revived and brought back to life."

They clapped their hands. "It's been done."

Damian couldn't tell if they were lying or not. Still, Damian was overjoyed at this piece of news. "Then... may I go see them?"

The god floated a bit in front of him. "No. You'll stay here, with me."

Damian paused, his stomach dropping and he wanted to smack himself for hoping. "I see. What will you have me do?"

Would they make Damian kill for them? Be a slave? Use his body? Would he have to sacrifice his body parts for them? Kidnap people? The possibilities were endless and although it made a bitter, sour taste go through his mouth, Damian did not dare complain.

The god seemed to be smiling as a broom appeared into existence in their hands. They handed it to Damian who grabbed it unsurely.

"Clean up."

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And that was the beginning of how Damian became a servant of a lone God.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom x dc #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dp au #damian al ghul #damian wayne #danny is a god #dcxdp #dpxdc #platonic dead serious #tw violence

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Daniela calls Bela the smart one because Cassandra always always ends up getting Daniela tangled up with her mess and also she pranks her and pick on her and Dani falls for it every time.

Bela though? She can see right through Cass and doesn’t fall for her goading and taunting. It’s this insight that she has that makes Daniela idolize her in that regard and consider her smarter than normal because how do you avoid Cass and her shit? You must have superpowers.

#re8 #bela dimitrescu #resident evil 8 #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #headcanon #cassandra dimitrescu #house dimitrescu #just a classic case of the younger sibling getting bullied by the older one #there is just no way out for Dani #cass is too wild and mischievous to keep it to herself #she tries to drag as many people as she can with her

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CATHERINE'S STYLE FILES - 2024

15 JUNE 2024 || The Princess of Wales attended the Trooping the Colour celebrations in London.

Catherine was in -

↬ Bespoke Sheath Dress in White & Black reworked with Ribbons by Jenny Packham

↬ OC 155 Saucer Hat in 'Black & White' by Philip Treacy

↬ 'Cavolfiore' Pearl Stud Earrings from Cassandra Goad

↬ Irish Guards St.Patrick Star Regimental Brooch

↬ 'Bayswater' Clutch in 'Black Suede' by Mulberry

↬ 'Romy 85' Pumps in 'White Leather' by Jimmy Choo

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aprincesadegales · 2 years ago

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Catálogo de Looks da Princesa de Gales

Vestido: Emilia Wickstead Bolsa: Mulberry Sapatos: Rupert Sanderson Brincos: Cassandra Goad Visita ao museu Gandhi Smriti, dedicado a Mahatma Gandhi, em Nova Delhi | 2º dia da Visita Oficial à Índia | 11.04.2016 Fontes: What Kate Wore | What Would Catherine Wear

#kate middleton #princesa de gales #princess of wales #2016 #20160411 #royal fashion #catálogolooks #cl16 #emilia wickstead #mulberry #rupert sanderson #cassandra goad #índia16 #príncipe william #prince william

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princesscatherinemiddleton · 11 months ago

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WALK WALK FASHION BABY | It's been a long six months but Catherine's first official engagement of 2024 has been and gone. She wore an updated version of the bespoke Jenny Packham dress she wore to The Mall walkabout and Governor-Generals lunch before last year's coronation. She also wore a new Philip Treacy hat. Catherine repeated her white Jimmy Choo heels and carried her trusty Mulberry Bayswater clutch. The Princess of Wales wore Cassandra Goad earrings and the regimental brooch of the Irish Guards

#mine #royaltyedit #kate #outfits #day #trooping the colour 2024

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lochallthedoors · 23 days ago

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The end of Oasis: the truth

Guitar smashing and recriminations... The events and causes of the bust-up that ended with Noel Gallagher walking out

Pete Paphides

Friday September 04 2009, 1.01am BST, The Times

Like a Cassandra to his own Trojan war, it might just be that last year Liam Gallagher saw the events of the past few weeks advancing over the horizon and felt unmoved to avert them. If, as sources close to the band suggest, the rest of Oasis plan to continue beyond Noel Gallagher’s departure, then the Liam-penned final tune on last year’s Dig Out Your Soul will assume some prescience. “Who’s to say/You were right/And I was wrong?/Soldier on.” Would they dare to, though? What kind of an ego would it take to continue Oasis without their songwriter Noel Gallagher, the man who gave them Live Forever, Wonderwall and Supersonic?

There’s no shortage of anecdotal material to suggest that Liam has succumbed to many of the clich?s that surround the pampered rock frontman. Own dressing room? Check. Boutique clothing range? Check. Personal security guard? Check. From here, it would be natural to infer a gulf that has Noel and the rest of Oasis on one side and Liam — who has long since relinquished even the need to be present at soundchecks — on the other. And yet it’s worth noting that — in the wake of the fight that nixed their appearance at Friday’s Paris en Seine festival — Liam and his wife Nicole Appleton high-tailed it to Lake Como in Italy with the Oasis bassist Andy Bell and his girlfriend in tow. According to one insider: “People are scared of Liam. And if he wants to carry on the band, Andy and [guitarist] Gem Archer will probably go along with it.” In the statement released hours after the Paris altercation, Noel pronounced himself disappointed with the “lack of support and understanding from my management and bandmates that left me with no other option than to seek pastures new”.

The history of brothers in bands — from the Bee Gees to the Kinks — is dotted with recriminations and subsequent reconciliations. Oasis have had their fair share, most seriously in Barcelona nine years ago, when Liam goaded his brother by casting doubt on the legitimacy of Noel’s daughter Anaïs. Wasn’t there every reason, then, to assume that these latest wounds would also heal? Their mother Peggy seems to think so. “They love each other,” she says. “They’ve had fights before and got over it.”

Mothers often know best, but mothers are also rarely able to view their children’s spats as, well, anything more than children’s spats. In the wake of Oasis’s no-show at the V Festival — attributed to Liam’s laryngitis — the singer had seemed similarly keen to play down rumours that the band’s future was in jeopardy. Bypassing the spellchecking software on his phone, he issued a reassuring tweet to his fans: “The voice may of disappeared, but I’m still here ... I’m gutted your gutted what can I say f*** all at the moment.”

Friends of the guitarist, however, were left with an altogether graver picture. Noel told friends that Oasis would never play a British show again, the implication being that if they could just see out their remaining European festival shows, he could walk away quietly. If Oasis had fulfilled the Paris obligation, they would have had just one more show left to play.

So what happened at Rock en Seine to tip Noel over the edge? Despite occupying the neighbouring dressing room, the New York band Vampire Weekend have kept their counsel, merely hinting at the weirdness of coming off stage following a triumphant set to encounter ugly scenes. The Scottish singer-songwriter Amy McDonald was less discreet: “Oasis cancelled again, with one minute to stage time! Liam smashed Noel’s guitar, huuuge fight!”

Speaking to The Times, a source close to Noel said: “The problems began even before Liam arrived in Paris. He travelled separately from the band, as he does these days, on Eurostar. By the time he got to the venue he was his usual confrontational self. He said things about Noel’s family and made pointed personal insinuations about Sara [MacDonald, Noel’s partner].” What we now also know is that the guitar smashing involved an acoustic guitar given to Liam by Appleton, to which Noel laid waste before walking away.

In any band of Oasis’s stature there are usually systems in place to stop the build-up of tensions. If pre-gig drinking has the potential to become an issue, management and the security staff employed by them can ensure that group members make it onstage in a state of relative sobriety. In the days when Liam Gallagher was merely the frontman with Oasis, such matters would have been dealt with by the group’s management company, Ignition. In 2009, however, things have ceased to be as simple. Accompanying Gallagher on Eurostar was Stevie Allen, Liam’s personal security guard and the business partner with whom the singer set up his clothing line Pretty Green. As anyone who has kept up with Liam’s Twitter updates this year will know, the singer’s enthusiasm for Pretty Green seems, at times, to have eclipsed his enthusiasm for his band.

Sources close to Noel say that he is furious at what he sees as Liam’s willingness to use the goodwill earned by Oasis’s music to sell clothes. The confusion between Liam’s band and brand was further heightened by the singer’s recent interview with NME, arranged through the PR he uses for Pretty Green. Parading various garments on his label, Liam confirmed that the pair were no longer on speaking terms, alleging: “It takes more than blood to be my brother.”

Others have questioned the wisdom of a band with Oasis’s fractious history committing to a ten-month world tour — not least because of issues around the recording of Dig Out Your Soul that were still not resolved before its release. After eight weeks of sessions at Abbey Road studios, Liam had yet to record a single vocal. Speaking to Q magazine, Noel revealed that Liam waited until mixing for the album commenced in LA before recording his vocals. Even then, halfway though the fortnight-long stay in LA, Liam fled to London, saying he had “some business to attend to”. This, it turns out, was his wedding to Appleton, to which none of his bandmates had been invited. As a result, Noel told Q, the band were forced to shelve two album tracks, including “an epic, Champagne Supernova song with backwards Are You Experienced-type rhythms” and a 50-piece choir. Anything but contrite, Liam tweeted: “A 50-piece choir on it ... more like 50 shit guitar solos on it.”

And that’s the way it’s been with the Gallaghers this year. “He’s constantly going on about how much soul he’s got,” Noel said. “I assume Bob Marley had soul ... I don’t see Bob Marley at the Rainbow [the scene of the famous Wailers concert in 1977] wailing about the colour of the napkins in his dressing room.”

Paul Rees, the editor of Q, remembers being struck by the way that, throughtout their interview, Noel kept bringing the subject around to his brother. “He seemed so tired,” Rees says. “People who have seen them on tour this year have noticed that he seems to be going through the motions.”

Beneath the weariness, however, is hurt. “He’s never seen my little lad [one year-old Donovan]. Just pictures,” Noel confided (a claim strenuously refuted by Liam). “If you were in the circle of people that we are in, you wouldn’t have him in the house if he spoke to you the way he speaks to me and my family.”

One bone of contention appears to be MacDonald herself, who Liam is said to have consistently sought to antagonise. “At the Brits in 2007 Liam snatched her glass of wine and allowed it to smash at her feet,” one insider alleges. And the source of the acrimony? “They move in different circles. Sara knows journalists and people in the media. He sees her as sleeping with the enemy. Liam seems to prefer celebrities. He’s friends with Gok Wan and Holly Willoughby. Noel, meanwhile, prefers the company of musicians.”

Rees echoes the sentiments: “Noel has always been keen to broaden his musical horizons — perhaps more than Oasis would allow at times.” The man who discovered Oasis, Alan McGee, reckons it’ll be less than five years before the brothers end up on the same stage together. Friends of Noel suggest that ten years is a more realistic assessment. But If Liam’s ego has spiralled out of control, Noel may want to stop and consider whether he inadvertently had a hand in the process. Seven years ago, when his younger brother brought his maiden songwriting effort Little James to the table, Noel encouraged him to write more. Now, with three creditable efforts on Dig Out Your Soul, it’s conceivable that Liam — who, lest we forget, started Oasis without his brother — feels bold enough to carry the burden of their reputation.

In a funny way, he may even have a point. In this divorce, Liam may come off surprisingly well — at least in monetary terms. It may not excite the critics, but an Oasis that functions as a travelling jukebox — Britpop’s first heritage act — may play in Liam’s favour. Hard to imagine? Go and see Oasis live and the beery mass you see bellowing the words to Wonderwall bear far greater resemblance to Liam than Noel. Will they mind if Oasis never record another note? Or do they just want to party like it’s 1995?

#2009 #paris #the breakup #whole band #noel interview #noel on liam #others on nl #pretty green #liam tweets #dig out your soul #things #this has got to be somewhere on someone's blog but i checked a few places and couldn't find it #i didn't make it past the first paragraph before i realized whose camp put this one out #liam was the one traveling separately? oh really tell us more about that #a really fun detail is that the whole liam-smashing-the-wine-glass thing was what like hours after noel said he'd send liam a valentine

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