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#he gave up with the Joker calling him something different tho
nelkcats · 1 year
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King and Joker
The bats were confused when Joker announced he gained a companion. His partner (or sidekick) is strong and has too many powers but looks sad. They tried to ask him if something was wrong but he remained silent. Joker liked to call him "The King", but he insisted that he was only "Phantom". The clown didn't care and continue with the nickname.
"King Phantom" tends to ignore when civilians are evacuated, feign ignorance when someone tries to escape, and has offered the bats bandages and medicine a couple of times. But when The Joker is present he becomes completely desperate and aggressive, as if he is fighting for something.
On the other hand, Joker got a completely new weapon, it was a green sphere that produced lightning but Phantom winced every time he saw him use it. On one occasion Tim swore he heard him whisper "Ellie".
Danny was scared, Ellie was unstable and anything he did could be fatal. When he arrived in Gotham looking for her missing core he didn't expect to find it in the hands of a clown. The clown realized that he had something to bribe him (although he didn't know how important it was) and began to order him around.
Danny hated it, he held back most of the time because he was fighting humans, not revealing many of his powers. And he would have killed the clown a thousand times if it weren't dangerous for Ellie. Joker would never break away from the core by saying it was "good luck", and would lock it in a ghost-proof cell, which is probably where he found it originally. The halfa just wanted his the girl back.
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omegalomania · 1 year
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some kind soul uploaded the full q&a that fall out boy did the other night! here is a highlights reel of things that grabbed me while i was watching for those who don't have time to watch:
they have a rapport with the interviewer and have hung out with him a bunch. patrick says they spent like 30 minutes making fun of couches last they hung out lmao
pete describes working with neal avron as being held like an enchanted forest creature with him standing inches from pete's face and saying "what. are. the songs. about." and pete going "oh my god he's looking into my fucking soul rn"
when asked what their favorite meal is, andy says "mom's spaghetti" and doesn't elaborate, patrick says "sushi" and doesn't elaborate. pete says that he's like the joker and he's a simple man and today he had a full english breakfast and he didn't know what to do with half the stuff that showed up.
pete talks about discussing the name of "the beatles" with elliot ingham (their photographer) and says he finally understood that their name was a pun. he says about this "i'm not the sharpest tool in the shed" and doesn't realize he's referencing a meme. the crowd immediately fills him in that it's a lyric by smash mouth. andy clowns on him for this right after: "he's NOT the sharpest tool in the shed"
the host says that pete seems very intellectual. pete says "i PROMISE you that's not true."
when asked about formative musical influences andy and patrick both cite familiar names (andy namedrops drummers for bands like slayer and metallica, patrick says his dad being a folk singer was a huge influence and the 1989 danny elfman batman score). pete says joy division but says he's a visual person and most of his influences are movies.
there's a moment where patrick and pete banter and pete points at the host and says "he just told me i'm smart, i'm trying to live up to it!!" and patrick says in this very small high pitched voice "please be nice to pete!"
anyway pete says his biggest influences are "all the twilight movies except for the one where they introduce [i have no idea what he says here because the crowd promptly goes apeshit]" and also lego batman.
for newer artists patrick says he really likes the new zulu record and the new incendiary song. he says he also likes MSPAINT, alvvays, and another band i couldn't catch the name of
pete says he likes all of patrick's recommendations and says he also likes games we play. andy doesn't give any artists but says patrick gave a "great list" because he's VERY jet-lagged. he's keeping it together as best as he can tho lmao
when asked about if they would ever do a fashion runway show like they did in 2013, patrick says he was embarrassingly short for the whole thing. "i'm at like, bellybutton level." so he says he doubts they would ever be invited back to do something similar "unless they want a bunch of hobbits"
someone asks about producing and patrick gets really in depth with what producing is like and uses "from under the cork tree" as an example - "nobody puts baby in the corner" was barely adjusted from demo form but "sugar we're goin down" had totally different verses at first until they got better direction from the producer.
when asked about what their favorite video to film was, pete says youngblood chronicles WASN'T a lot of fun to make because it was like 9 months with fake blood in your hair and clothes that haven't been washed oNCE. he also didn't love doing the prosthetics for "love from the other side"
the host asks if they've seen the last of us and pete says yes but points at andy and says "he hasn't seen the last episode though so no spoilers!!!" which i thought was very sweet. he then follows that up with "just watch the fuckin episode so we can talk about it!"
patrick and andy said they shot a music video recently that was a "blast" but it's not out yet. pete calls it "very fun, very funny." the crowd starts cheering and patrick hastily says "YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT! you're under NO obligation to like it! but if you do then that's good :)"
patrick says one of the best parts of being in a band is that they all have imposter syndrome but in different ways so they can build up each other's ideas even if they don't believe in their own.....
pete's very nervous about the lyrics to this album cause he's not sure they'll be relatable since he has a lot of "insane fears day to day about not existing." he went to a lot of places that were terrifying to him and he was like "should i talk about this to my therapist" but his therapist said "put this in your lyrics"
"heaven, iowa" was the song that took the longest to come together on this record. this is followed by a rly long anecdote from patrick that im putting in another post cause it honestly made me howl.
when asked about who they'd most like to collaborate with, andy without hesitation says "ourselves" and nothing else. pete says he wanted a kid cudi feature on the album but it didn't work out since he was either busy or ghosted them fldjflkdf
when asked what song are they tired of playing that they can't cut from the setlist and they DON'T want to answer. patrick says some songs have really high notes that are demanding physically for him but that's as specific as he gets lol
pete's like "well we've got this punk song we end all our shows with from one of our earlier albums and it gets very chaotic and sometimes it's a bit of a fancy crowd of people who are like 'i like centuries, i like some of their other songs....i write sins...' and before we start the song i'm like. oh god this is gonna be bad."
when asked about the songwriting process, patrick says: "pete sends me lyrics, i mine them for stuff i like, and....i hate starting answers like this i feel like i've been saying this all MONTH. so i have ADHD - " [crowd fucking goes wild]
when asked about which projects they're proudest of outside of fall out boy, patrick turns to andy and says "andy is very quiet about being in like thirty bands" but andy says he's proud of "all of it"
patrick remarks that he's heard some love for soul punk but is also super grateful he gets to do film and tv scoring now too! he says he likes that when he's talking to people and they ask what he does and if they don't know bands or anything he can say he likes scoring for film and tv and their eyes glaze over and there are no follow-up questions LMAO??
pete is proudest of the bands on his record label!
for favorite songs on the new record, patrick says he likes "what a time to be alive" and says the lyrics are "so tremendously pete"
pete likes "baby annihilation"
when asked about the most difficult song to play live, patrick said headfirst slide wasn't really that difficult even though he expected it to be. he says a lot of songs on mania were very challenging to play live, like young and menace. pete says "what a catch, donnie" was very hard for his "little brain" to play
at the end pete shouts out the host for being fantastic since they've hung out like 3 times now and he thinks he's a great dude to hang out with. andy inexplicably follows this up with "you look like a DAMN fine cup of coffee" and doesn't elaborate but patrick thinks that's his way of saying thank you too
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leblancc · 2 years
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HI EVE !!!! i'm the anon who sent some shukita imagines in your ask some time ago !
i was reading your works for like the 28 time and i was STRUCK with inspiration again; oh, btw, please delete this ask if it makes you uncomfortable or if you prefer not to share, i agree with you, ship discourse is absolutely terrible!
but now, back to shukita! eve, imagine with me, akiras birthday, he lives in his hometown, in all his birthdays, yusuke would make a big text and send him gifts (that btw would always arrive weeks later, which made yusuke furious), BUT THIS BIRTHDAY, things were different; akira didn't receive any texts from yusuke, not one, he was worried and thought about calling, but he gave up, calling cause he didn't receive a happy birthday was too selfish, but still, he was upset. His other friends sent their regards and called him, some made quick calls, like sae, some made hours long calls, like ryuji, but both had something in common, they always evaded any question about yusuke, even if it was the most subtle one, akira was never a fool, on the contrary, he was VERY perceptive, so he got to the conclusion that the boy was planning something, maybe a big gift or something, akira smiled at the possibility. But as the hours passed, the day was each time closer to reach its end, just as akira hope, he sat on the diner table, eating sushi with morgana, the cat knew he was upset, even tho he didn't said a word about it, "he still wasn't sent you anyhing?" morgana asked, he signaled no with his head, when there was two quick knocks on the door, that probably was the tuna he asked to deliver for the cat, akira made his way to the door, only to be greeted by a totally wet yusuke, who was under the rain with the biggest smile even seen to man, yusuke quickly apologized for being late, saying that he had to get off the train before his destination to spare enough money to buy him a gift, but right after that it started raining, which crowded the streets- akira interrupted yusuke big explanation by grabbing him and pushing him inside the house, he smiled, saying that there was no problem and that he was gonna grab a towel.
after drying himself out, yusuke went to akiras room with his packages before his parents came home and shoot him with all kinds of questions
"Did Ryuji spoil the surprise? I've received a message while in the train, Makoto telling how you were calling him, i must admit i felt scared. But that wasn't so bad to deal as it was to not respond to your messages, i am truly sorry."
akira brushed it off, saying it was alright, he still had the same smile in his face, which made yusuke very happy
"Oh, i almost forgot, here is your gift, i had to buy it myself this time, cause clearly i can't trust any service to deliver it in time"
He said with a chuckle, akira opened the package, it was a handmade fox's mask together with a handmade joker mask, akira was baffled
"How did you manage to buy that, why they were selling our masks?"
"Don't worry, it was a commission i made myself some months before, although i admit not being the biggest fan of my own mask, i can't deny how it brings me so many memories, and i whished to make them eternal by uniting both our determinations"
after explaining, he received the biggest hug from akira, that for sure was one of the best birthdays he ever had.
OMG SORRY EVE I WAS SO INTO IT WHEN I BEGAN WRITING SO IT WENT ON AND BECAME A FULL ON FANFIC, LOL
KISSES LOVE UR WORK AND THANKS FOR PUTTING UP W ME
ANON!! i’m eating up the shukita content you have no idea!!!
me the entire time:
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THE HANDMADE MASKS IM SOBBING!! they’re too precious!! AND HIM DELIVERING IT IN PERSON DESPITE THE RAIN. i am very normal about them. very very normal, in fact. (they said, in fact not at all normal about them)
if you don’t already and are comfortable with it, have you considered sharing your ideas/works on your blog? content like this is adorable and i’m sure so many people would enjoy it—myself included!
regardless, thank you so much for sharing this with me and the rest of the patrons, by extension! your ideas are so cute and you’re always welcome to talk about them!
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ask-jokeboi · 4 years
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The Party
Hope everyone's having a great holiday season so far! This time of year isn't always easy but thankfully friends and a good distraction can make things easier. 
I drew these pic’s to pair with a moderately long fic I wrote to follow up the aforementioned party from earlier, it’s below the the cut! Read it if you want! Either way, Happy Holidays! 💜💚💛
Words: 4,142    Relationships: Harlivy /Harley & Joker friendship / Batjokes (mentioned)     Universe: Mine / Lego Batman
A/N: sorry for any typos or weird grammatical stuff, I'm good at art, not writing
Summary: Joker’s felt a little down since Batman’s been out of town, will his best friend Harley be able to cheer him up?
Warnings: Alcohol use, implied depression
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"C'mon Jay it'll be be fun!" Cheered Harley, mustering all the enthusiasm she could in an attempt to persuade Gotham's former clown prince of crime to pull himself together 
"I don't care!…. Go bother your girlfriend or something. Leave me alone…" He was currently piled under several layers of blankets, sunk deep into the ball pit he called a bed
"Nuh uh, I'm not haulin' my butt outta this room 'till you haul yours. You can stay in that pit and cry all ya like, but it won't fix nothin', you gott-"
"I don't GOTTA do anything!" Jay snapped. Throwing his blanket aside and revealing his less than kempt appearance, his face twisted into a frustrated glare
Harley, already familiar with Jay's usual harmless outbursts only sighed as she looked her long time friend up and down, taking in his surroundings with a curious eye
It'd been a month or two since Batman left the scene and his absence was definitely beginning to take a toll on the poor clown.
She could tell it'd been a while since he'd done anything to care for himself…. His hair, which was usually swept back into a flawless green pomp, lazily draped his face. The dull forest black of his roots beginning to seep back into the rest of it. Same could be said for the state his room which, due to his erratic nature, was always a bit untidy  but had recently fallen into a state of near disrepair. Bags of half eaten junk food and empty bottles of all sorts of things lay strewn across the floor, particularly around his half deflated bed.
Despite the mess, he still seemed a little...thin… more so than usual to be honest… his ribs visible beneath the loose shirt he wore, arms comparable to sticks despite the muscle.
most of all though, he just seemed... tired. Jay always looked tired out of makeup. It was one of the first things she'd managed to take note of when he'd first entered her office years ago…. But right now the purple rings beneath his eyes that never seemed to go away were deepened to a point that made it clear he wasn't getting much sleep or doing much for himself in general...
Seeing her best friend in a state like this was hard to witness… and although her partner, Ivy, didn't have much but mild disdain for Jay, Harley couldn't find it in herself to leave him like this… which is why she thought a party might lift his spirits a little 
"C'mooon! You love parties!! It'll just be a small one anyway!" It was actually much bigger than she was implying but Jay liked big and she didn't wanna scare him off too soon… 
"Yeah, like that'll make things any better… who did you even invite?? A good half of the rogues don't even like me…"
"Sure they do!"
Jay only looked at her, bereft and unimpressed. 
"I mean ok you and Riddler don't always get along and it took a lot a beggin' ta get ya un-banned from the iceberg lounge but still!!"
"Uhg whatever! It doesn't matter! I don't need those bozos seein' me like this anyway..."
"Like what?" 
"I don't know!  I'm just…... I'm not in the right… mood for something like that right now.... You know how this works… they'd see right through me. "
Back when Jay was still her patient they'd end up talking a lot about masks…Batman's would come up more often than not but every now and then he'd end up discussing his own…. Or more specifically, the metaphorical one he'd put on every time he picked up a brush and painted himself a new face…..
"Jay, sweetie…  you don't have to pretend to be okay… they won't think you're weak or nothin', you know that right?..."
Jay gave her an incredibly tired look before turning away.
"What happened to the Jay that wasn't afraid to let people know how he's feelin' huh? The one that turned every emotion into a show….?"
He kept his head down, shoulders stiff, before speaking...
"....Cause I'm not just sad this time…. " As he looked up slowly an emotion that was rarely seen on the mans face showed itself, flooding his eyes. 
"W- when I'd talked to Robin and Batgirl that last time and asked about Batman they gave each other this look and…. Something's wrong… he's in trouble or something I… I can feel it…..  W-what if he doesn't come back and he leaves me here all alone an-" 
Harley put a polished nail up to Jay's lips and smiled warmly.
"Shhhh…. You're worryin' too much puds… ur big dumb brain is just an overdramatic liar… don't listen to it okay?" 
Jay sniffled, giving her an understanding nod.
"You still got me an' your crew an' Bud and all the other little silly things that make ya days good doncha?"
He smiles halfheartedly. "Y-yeah…. But still… he was..."
"I know… he's special….but do you seriously think anything out there could actually kill Batman? THE Batman? C'mon now….  He's luckier than any bastard out there and you know it…"
"Yeah…. Yeah I guess ur right"
"Of COURSE I'm right!… now come on…" she offers her hand and helps her friend stand up. "Let's get that hair done and those nails shined up  so you're brain can take a break from making all those nasty thoughts" 
Jay smiled a little wider this time, forever grateful he had a friend as great as Harley around… he really didn't know what he'd do without her sometimes...
"Right…. Also… uh…. Harley?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for….uh…. Bein'... around… I guess…" Jay practically mumbled...
Harley smiled knowingly, amused with his poor attempt of gratitude
"No problem, Pud's….." she gave him a peck on the forehead leaving a black smudge behind 
"now enough mush...Let's clean this mess and get ya fabbed up"
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A few hours later, Jay stood outside the titular iceberg lounge in his best winter fit, a long boa around his shoulders and a pair of unnecessary sunglasses obscuring the mascara he'd only half ruined on the way there…. 
He truly, honestly, did not feel like socializing with anyone at the moment, but who was he to refuse a doctor's orders?....
Taking a deep breath of the cold winter air, Jay stiffened up, smoothed the wrinkles from his vintage memphis style sweater and entered the lounge, heels high and head high as he could manage 
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When the doors swung open with a swirl of winter snow, Jay was greeted by a surprisingly full and stunningly silent room. Christmas music cut through the tension like a knife as everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to Joker's fashionably late arrival.
He didn't know if it was because of his natural ability to demand attention or the fact that he hadn't been seen in nearly 3 weeks, but for some reason the room seemed slightly on edge. worried he'd come with another Joker brand surprise perhaps. Thankfully, Harley, who'd left his place a little earlier to get everything ready, noticed who'd finally arrived.
"JJ!! YOU MADE IT!!" she leaped off her stool and came running to grab him, The rest of the room taking it as a cue to un-tense and to go back to their festivities, the lounge lighting up  with warm greetings and laughter.
" Hey…" said Jay as Harley put an arm around his shoulder and escorted him to the booth she was sitting at….  
"So… is all of this for me or…?"
"No, did she tell you that?" Ivy who was sitting at the booth with his other less than fond acquaintance, Catwoman and someone else he didn't seem to recognize, gave a snide smile, Jay suddenly felt he should probably sit someplace else
"IVY!! SHHH" Harley shushed
"What? He was gonna find out out eventually…. It was supposed to be Penguin's annual winter ball" 
"Uh,It still is tho…?" said Kat, mouth full of shrimp 
"Well, yah…. Difference is we had to 'finesse' Penguin into letting HIM in" Ivy explained, disdain in her voice
"And you... helped with that?..." asked Jay, surprised. Ivy sighed
"for Harley's sake, yes. not yours" 
Jay smiled, amused. "well how charitable of you, here's to hoping you won't regret it"
Ivy rolled her eyes. "As if I don't already" she said, taking a short sip from her drink, Harley sitting down next to her give her thank u peck on the cheek.
"Hey, why'd you get banned from this dump anyway?" Asked Kat, eyes squinting curiously 
"I have no idea…." Jay shrugged 
"He put a coke and mento bomb in the fountain!" Harley interrupted 
"Oh yeah…." He'd totally forgot
"Ha! Awesome…" 
"Right uh, anyway, who the hell are you?" Jays attention suddenly turned to the woman sitting opposite of kat. She had light blue skin, bright white eyes and hair that made her look like a human lighting rod.
"Name's Livewire." She said, voice sharp as her appearance 
"She's from Metropolis" explained Ivy. Jay rose a brow.
"Metropolis huh?? How'dya like dealin' with boy scout full time over there?" He quizzed 
"Sweet!…" she exclaimed enthusiastically "Big blue aint got a thing on me! 'sides, dweeb's been outta town for months now! metropolis might as well be my personal playground"
The mentioning of Superman's absence made something in Jay's chest twist. He'd known their neighbor hero had been MIA for even longer than Batman, Supergirl taking over the workload just like Batgirl had in Gotham. but still… the reminder was enough to worry him. I mean… if superman was taking so much time up there, what chance did Batman have against whatever it was they were so busy with??
Trying his best to shake off the uneasiness building in his stomach Jay took a breath and snapped back to reality, offering Livewire his hand
"Well, uh... Livewire, i'm this city's head honcho while the bat's gone so welcome to Gotham and try not to wear it out" 
Harley and Ivy exchanged looks as Jay smiled slyly and took Livewires hand…
...Only for his usual gesture of hospitality to be met with an equally shocking grip that sent blue sparks flying in every direction.
"DAMN, what the- !! " Jay yanked his hand back and held it in pain, hot needles running up his arm.The new addition to Harley's crew laughed crudely and smiled
 "why do you think they call me 'LIVEWIRE' genius?" 
Jay stayed silent with defeat as the table went up in hysterics "Yeah fine, okay, I shoulda saw that one coming" he sighed and smoothed out his hair which had sprung up to stand on end, his face ever so slightly red "anyway, you ladies have a nice time… i'll set up shop somewhere else and let you guys… idk… flirt with each other or whatever..." without much fanfare he slunk off to sit someplace else.
After the table had settled down completely though, Harley noticed Jay making his way to the bar looking somewhat dejected.
"Aw Jay…." 
The rest curiously turned their attention to the direction of Harley's gaze.
"You're not going after him are you?" Asked Ivy after a beat.
"Well… yeah…?" Harley shrugged.
"Uhm, why?" Asked kat, dipping more shrimp into her cocktail "like if he's not in the mood for a joke that's kinda his problem…?"
"Yeah, but still…. I've never seen 'im like this for so long…. He's usually so funny and animated, it's like somethin' drained all the life out of 'im…." The concern on Harley's face was very apparent. Ivy brushed back a few strands of her hair and tried her best to reassure her.
"Look i'm sure he'll get his second wind when Batman comes back at some point… but ‘til then it's not your job to take care of him…" 
Harley sighed silently. "I know but… he's still my best friend… and if I hadn't met him, I wouldn'ta met you!" She squished close to her spouse with a smile, Ivy suddenly unable to hold back a small one herself.
"He helped me outta my slump all those years ago, least I can do is help 'im outta his..."
Ivy gave her a soft look before reluctantly caving "Kindness has always been your best and worst trait, silly bee…" she said with a smirk "fine, go ahead and do your thing, I've got plenty of company over here in the meantime…"
Harley smiled happily and gave her one last kiss before running off to join Jay at the bar.
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Jay sat alone at the bar in silence until he was suddenly startled by Harley's arrival.
 "What's shakin' grumpy gills?" She asked pulling up a stool.
Jay didn't answer as the bartender slid over a funfetti martini topped with the works, Jay lazily catching it and drinking deeply.
"Those guys didn't get ta ya did they? I know they seem mean bu- "
"Ah… I don't care about them…" said Jay dismissively  "we're all villains here right? I'm sure they got their reasons… sides, Livewire's pretty fun even if she did fry my Joy buzzer" He said regretfully…
"So what's up then…?" Asked Harley, head tilted 
Jay looked down at the table with a frown, fingers anxiously scraping the side of the glass in his hand….
"What she'd said about metropolis…. And… superman…."
"Oh…"  Harley nodded "well…. I'm sure they're together wherever they are…. Right? Him and Batman? And I mean, with Superman around, he's bound to be okay….." 
Jay had a hard time matching her enthusiasm but that logic did comfort him some. "Yeah… yeah I guess so"
"C'mon Jay, you gotta get that stuff off your mind for a minute! Go mingle! Go dance!… look at everyone who came this time! Turn-out's never been so big!"
As Jay's looked around the room, Harley did have a point, usually these get-togethers only managed to scrounge up about half the gang, but it looked like almost all the rogues in town had come this time. Even D-listers like Polkadot man, Killer Moth, Crazy Quilt ect. Had managed to show up, plus people he didn't seem to recognize…
For example at the bar sat Scarecrow and a… Oddly scruffy looking man he looked to be sharing a drink with. He'd heard from Riddler over the phone some time ago that crow had found himself a friend and that the two were "in cahoots".  whatever that was supposed to mean. He supposed that must've been the "friend" in question…
A few tables down sat another unfamiliar  in a polkadot shirt and a pair of cracked thick lensed glasses. He had a peculiar looking puppet sitting on his lap which made J raise a brow, but he didn't judge. Looking at his woefully nervous face he guessed it must it must've been a security thing anyway… 
Despite the big crowd though, Jay did notice one person missing of whom he hadn't seen in quite a while...
"Yeah I guess everyone is here...  except uh, Lex I guess…?" Jay considered himself friends with metropolises king of corruption, even if the feeling wasn't always mutual. Seeing so many crooks he knew in one place made him realize how rare it was to see the mal hearted mogul at these things.
Unfortunately, Harley could only shrug with defeat. "Ah I tried to get Lex but you know how he is… nobody's seen that shut in for ages".
Jay's eyes narrowed at that "How long is ages…. ?" He pressed
"I dunno… a few months guess???  Livewire said he's been quiet lately, probably off in one of his labs making some over convoluted instrument of destruction I guess"
The growing list of missing big shots was beginning to piece something together in Jay's head… what on earth was Lex up to? Where was superman?? Why did the league need Batman's help? How did it all connect?? After a moment Harley noticed Jay slipping into his thoughts again and shook his shoulder lightly to pull him out of it.
"Hey, don't worry about that egghead. he'd only kill the mood if he were here anyway" 
Jay couldn't disagree, the billionaire was kind of notorious for being a giant stick in the mud.
"If you're really worried about what's goin' on with those guys, you can come up with a plan Tomorrow…. right now we got a' open dance floor, unlimited drinks and a Karaoke competition that's about ta kick off in ten"
The word 'Karaoke' was enough to snap Jay back to reality. "Did you say Karaoke?" 
"Yes, I did."
"Do they hav-"
"Yes, they have Queen" 
Jay nearly looked as if someone had told him the best news of his life. "Oh thank god" maybe Harley was right. Worrying would have to wait. 
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The rest of the night went on with few hang ups. Drinks poured, music played and poorly screeched lyrics kept the mood upbeat.
The Karaoke stage hosted performance after performance, some more enthusiastic than others. Some painful, others surprisingly pleasant. Jay's teetered off the edge of both categories, but when "somebody to love" burst through those speakers, he'd sung it with his whole chest. The best performance by a long shot though had to be Ivy's who's affinity for 50's ballads lent to her beautifully rich voice and her's was closely followed by the Dent's who'd decided to attempt a duet with no chorus which everyone found somewhat impressive.
Emotions did flare up once or twice though, as they tend to do when it comes to villain gatherings. Ed and Jay got into a fight about something stupid and unimportant, both obviously enjoying themselves, Bane and Croc engaged in an arm wrestle that woefully ended in a tie, and Jay inevitably got worked up about Batman again, this time with a crowd of eager listeners somewhat entertained by his rambling, giving questionable advice here and there.
At the get-together's height, the dance floor had filled to the point where Penguin was just about ready to call the whole event off until Riddler dragged him on to the floor himself.
After another hour or so the party wound down some more and the night devolved into quiet discussions between friends, everyone either ready to leave or half asleep. Eventually Jay and Two-face of all people were left alone. Once Ed, Crow, Hatter and the rest had gone home.
Jay always liked Harv, for someone known for his temper he seemed to have a lot of patience and Jay found both of his selves uniquely interesting in their own ways. Harvey the "handsome" one was always very nice, easily flustered, and had a sadness in his eyes that was hard to ignore. "Dent", the one famous for all those 2 themed crimes, was a bold individual and one of the most brutally honest people he knew. That night though, even he seemed a little sad. He admitted later that it was because it'd been a while since he'd gotten to talk to his old pal Bruce, someone Jay was mildly familiar with of course, and they spent the rest of the night discussing Batman and wayne and how they seemed so similar until it really was time to head home. 
 sometime after midnight, long after everyone had either left or found someplace to pass out, Harley broke up with her girl gang again to come get Jay who'd fallen asleep in an empty booth.
"Wake up clown" she said loudly, nudging him a bit. Jay giggled quietly in response, turning over after a moment and opening his eyes.
"Oohh what's up??"
"Time to go." 
"Aw…" Jay huffed disappointedly, then did his best to sit up straight, his head slowly spinning as he did so "ah jeeze…"
"Don't worry I called one of your guys, he's waiting outside." She explained "I dragged you here, might as well drag you home" 
"You did that for me?" Jay smiled "That's so nice…."
"Mhm" carefully, she took his hand got him to his feet, doing her best to keep him up straight. As they headed out they met up with Ivy at the door
"Taking pennywise home?" She asked 
"It'll only take a minute" Harley assured 
"Alright… don't take too long…" she turned to leave but before she could, Jay suddenly spoke up.
"H-hey, Wait!" 
Ivy turned around, brow raised "You have something to say to me?"
"Uh… yeah? I mean… sort of? I just, uh… wanted to say i'm sorry for…  messing up your garden all those times…." 
Ivy blinked "Why are you telling me this now?"
"I just thought you shud kno….  And that um…. Maybe you'd hate me…. A little less... if I said sorry for once..." the frown on Jays face was absolutely pitiful, Ivy could only roll her eyes.
"I don't hate you… Joker"
"Oh?"
"I just think you're annoying…."
"Oh…." Jay couldn't really tell if that was any better but at the moment he was too drunk to care. "Okay…"
With that ivy turned around to join Kat and Livewire
"Thanks for the apology though I suppose…Take care of yourself…. And, Harley don't take too long… it's only 1:00am we still have plans."
"Don't worry Ive's  i'll catch up." 
after one last look, Ivy went back on her way and Harley continued walking J to his car.
As they went Jay hummed to himself, swaying slightly, until a certain thought made him go quiet again.
"....Harley….?" He asked suddenly.
"Yeah, J?"
"Am I a bad friend?" The question just as out of the blue as his apology to Ivy…. 
Harley looked at him, concerned "Why do ya ask?"
"I just…. Please?" He pleaded. Harley hesitated for a long moment but decided being honest was probably best.
" not exactly but… maybe sometimes"
"Hm…" Jay decided he'd have to work on that
"But I also know ya don't really wanna hurt anybody…. That you try your best everyday ta make people happy and that you've been through just as much any of us….  A few mean comments an' dumb pranks ain't gonna make anybody think you're the devil or somethin'….not me or any of the other guys... "
Jay had to smile at that, Harley always had something smart or nice to say no matter what. still, her answer only made him feel worse about how he'd been earlier when she was just trying to help… he really, honestly, didn't deserve her…. But the least he could do was let her know he was glad to have her...
"Harley…?"
"Yeah, J…"
"Thanks for being really, really great all the time… and… y'know… around… " Harley smiled as she secured his arm around her shoulders. 
"Thanks J..." 
"also sorry for sucking sometimes..."
She sighed. "It's fine Jay…."
carefully, she hauled his ragdolling body a few more feet and shoved him into the back seat of his car. J grunting as his head hit the leather seat.
"Now go home an' try not to get lost on your way to the door" She said sternly. Jay gave her a lazy wink and a pair of wobbly finger guns.
"Gotcha." 
with that,Harley slammed the door shut and the J-Mobile's engine roared to life. One his lackeys sitting in the driver's seat.
"Where to boss? HQ?"
"Yup… ah, sorry t' call ya out so late…"
"S'alright boss…. Don't worry about it"
As the car lurched forward, street lights shining in through the windows as snow fell ever so lightly over Gotham like a dusting of fresh powdered sugar, Jay did inevitably start thinking about Batman again, wondering when he'd come back, desperately wishing he knew anything about where he was right now….
The thoughts were hard to ignore and when he got home he knew he'd be surrounded by the same walls he'd spent the last month trapped with them in….  even so, the world felt a little less washed out than it had before he left, and it wasn't just because of the alcohol swirling in his blood. 
He may not have had Batman... But today reminded him he wasn't alone.
He had friends… real friends… In a way he'd always considered them such… but deep down there was always doubt. I mean sure he got along better with some than others, but after knowing people so long he shouldn't have been so dumb to think they hated him as much as he thought they did. 
When you're a villain in Gotham sometimes all you have are other weirdos in the same boat as you to help keep you and everyone else afloat. People need people in more ways than one…  and as Jay drifted off to sleep in the back of his gaudy getaway vehicle, laying in a position that was just barely comfortable, he pushed his worries aside and made sure that was something he'd never let himself forget.
~ End ~
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Own it..then Redeem it (2007!Leonardo x reader)
Chapter 3: Why me?
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You get out of your shift for the evening and go straight to April’s place to visit the guys and Splinter. You really missed the lair, and the guys as well. Thing’s felt pretty distant but you try your best to visit them when you can. It’s not that you wanted to avoid them, you just couldn’t deal with all those painful memories between you and Leo. Every square inch of that place reminded you of him, it was his home. However, you also had to remind yourself that it became your home as well.
Walking up to the top floor of April and Casey’s new home, you smiled on how they finally decided to move in together. April talked about how their penthouse was beautiful and roomy for both of them, also in case the turtles decided to crash for the night.
You knock on the pristine door and April opens it with the third knock.
“(Y/n)! I’m so glad you came. Come on in.” April opened the door wide open with a happy smile.
You walked in their penthouse and started staring at everything.
“Things have been going well between you two huh.” You smile at April and hug her as a greeting.
“Thanks to me of course.” April looked smug and you chuckled.
We walked to the living room and you saw Casey on the couch with a newspaper. He looked up and grinned at you.
“Hey there, ready to face ‘fearless’?” Casey sits up and puts the newspaper down.
April pats his head with her wooden sword as a warning. “What? She can take him if she wants to.” Casey pouts and rubs his head. You chuckle and hug him as well.
“Let’s hope it won’t come to that.” You smile at them.
“So, I called Donnie and asked when they’ll be done with their patrol, he says at 11, so we can wait a little until then.”  April informs and turns on the music while the t.v is on.
“Wanna spar a little, it’s been a while. I mostly practice by myself tho.” You ask and put your backpack purse beside the couch.
“Sure, I’ve been wanting to ask you anyways.” April smiles and makes her stance.
“Just don’t whine when you tap out.” You make a stance and grin while she playfully rolls her eyes.
While you and April were sparing with each other, Casey entertained himself a bit by watching the ‘cat fight’. That's what he calls it everytime you and April spar together. He then just looked at the newspaper when he saw a picture of Raph in his Nightwatcher outfit and started reading the section.
During the spar, you and April heard a familiar news that came in this morning.
“Witnesses say there are holes in the floors, as if something or someone had just blasted straight down through them. Leaving authorities ‘scratching their heads’.” The anchor raises an eyebrow.
You and April immediately stop and turn to the t.v screen. You turn to each other and things somehow make it a little more clear.
“So this confirms that he’s back then.” April raises an eyebrow at the construction site.
“Looks like it, the four of them together are trouble but effective. So whatever happened that night gave them motive to strike into the scene. Something big.” You try to analyze the situation.
“We’ve got an image in from an amateur cameraman, and I do stress amateur.” The anchor says showing the image of what seems like a statue man.
“Whoa, April, wasn’t that the statue you delivered to Winters from Central America?” You asked and turned to her.
“I think so..Casey come look at this.” April called out to Casey. When you both turned around, and he was gone. You figured that he went out playing ‘trick or treat’ again. April went close to the window and sighed. “Be safe.”
“Don’t worry, he can take care of himself. That guy can give and take more hits than I give him credit for.” You state and she chuckles. You both sat back down at the couch and looked at the t.v. The news ended but we still had suspicions about it.
“There’s just no way that those statues can come to life just like that.” April frowned a bit, thinking.
“From everything that we all went through April, anything is possible. Maybe someone, somehow activated those statues. Actually, there were alot of statues that Winters had collected. Maybe he had them for a reason.” You leaned forward and put your palm under your chin.
“Why would Winters even want moving statues-? Wait, how do you know he had a collection of statues?” April turned to you confused.
“I may or may not have been to his place before…” You chuckle nervously.
“Did you-?” April eyes widen and you stop her immediately.
“No! Oh god no. When we first met, I was at his Gala, my boss only wanted me there to speak about his business since he trusts me more than his other employees. Winter and I talked about it and made some agreement. Later on, he wanted to show me something that he hasn’t shown anyone before. I saw a room that was filled with alot of ancient scrolls, weapons, and familiar statues. That's actually when he offered to get some coffee with me one day.” You explained to her and she nodded in understanding.
“Why did he show you that?” April asks.
“I’m not sure, he said that he saw something special in me. Maybe it’s his way of getting girls?” You were trying to be sure that’s what it was.
“I guess, but that doesn’t explain why he-” April was cut off by a grunt from outside the window.
You both got startled and quickly made a defensive stance, but then you guys relaxed when it was just Casey...and Raph. Seeing Raph limp made you both worried and panicked.
“What happened to Raph?!” You got closer and tried to help him by getting Raph’s other arm moving him inside the apartment.
“I don’t know! There was a monster he wanted to go after, then the foot showed up, and walking statues. They hit him with this.” Casey showed a syringe and gave it to April.
“I’ll call Donnie.” April went quick to the phone. You told Casey to get a bowl of water and a towel while you check for injuries. Your eyes widen when you see a weapon that resembles a ninja star. It was deep in his shell and it felt like stone. An ancient weapon.
“They’re coming on their way. How’s he doing?” April asked, gently touching his arm. Raph’s head was on your lap while you wiped away the sweat on his face and neck.
“He’s breathing more normally now, but still a little woozy. Whatever was in that syringe really knocked him out.” You responded, dipping the towel in water to dab. The three of you were worried about Raph.
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Your waiting was finally over once you heard a thud in front of the window. Mikey’s big smile showed and he opened the window to get inside, you smiled in relief. Two other thuds were joined which means that he’s back. Mickey stared at the whole apartment like you did before. Donnie came in after Mikey with an apologetic smile towards you. Leo then emerged into the window looking at all of us. You didn’t give a big smile like the rest of them.
“Leo! You came back.” April said happily.
“Leo!” Casey swings in his chair.
“Sorry the reunion isn’t under better circumstances.” Leo apologies and enters the apartment.
“Whoa-ho-ho! Nice pen kids.” Mikey smiles big at the apartment and then looks at Raph on my lap. “Oh, hey Raph.”
Donnie approached Raph and started checking on him.
“Well, his vital signs seem to be okay. Pupil dilation is normal.” He says.
“That’s not everything.” You say pointing to the back of Raph’s shell.
“Whoa!” Donnie turns Raph to see his shell.
“Whoa.” Mikey says in curiosity while Leo was concerned.
Donnie takes the weapon out and inspects it.
“Some sort of stone, probably obsidian I think.” Donnie analyzes and Leo walks up to Raph.
“Well is he gonna be alright?” Leo asks worriedly, he touches his brother's shoulder.
“Ugh, you're still here? Go back to the jungle.” Raph says with a little slur, shoves his hand away and lays back on your lap.
“Well, at least his personality is still intact.” Leo raises an eyebrow and shrugs.
“(Y/n)! I missed you.” Mikey hugged you tightly but made sure not to disturb Raph.
“I missed you too buddy.” You smiled and hugged him with one arm. You couldn’t bring yourself to talk to Leo or even make eye contact with him.
While April was explaining the story of ‘The Legend of Yaotl’, Raph sat up and you guided him to the kitchen to bandage his arm. He gave you a grumble ‘thanks’ and drank some water to freshen up. You smiled and you both walked back out to the living room.
“Well if you ask me guys, this has Winter's name written all over it.” Donnie told everyone and you were a little shocked about his answer.
“How did you figure that Donnie?” Leo asked, while Casey and Mikey agreed.
“Because, this has Winter’s name written all over it.” Donnie answers with a grin.
“Can I see that?” You asked and Donnie gave it to you, it really was true. What could Winters possibly gain from forming a relationship with me?
“Your rich boyfriend has goons now (Y/n)? Didn’t see that coming. Now I know who to thank for the shot in the arm. So where do we find this guy and his stone jokers?” Raph says sitting down while holding his arm. You glare a little at him for the information he gave out to everyone.
“Boyfriend?” Donnie,Mikey, and Casey turned to you with a shocked face.
“It’s not like that. I’ll explain later.” You rubbed your temple. Leo seemed a little hurt but crossed his arms and ignored the information for now.
“We’re not going anywhere until we get Splinter’s blessing.” Leo firmly says and frowns at Raph.
“Did you get his blessing for extra days on your ‘vacation’?” Raph glares at him.
“That’s different.” Leo glares back at his hot headed brother.
“Different how? Oh I get it! It was a perfect excuse to ghost (Y/n).” Raph snaps at the leader.
“Raph!” You exclaimed, surprised by his sudden choice of words.
“What? You think I’m gonna let him stand there and quote a rule book to me that he ain’t following for a year!” Raph stands up abruptly and points at Leo while glaring at him.
“Look Raph, if you got something you wanna get out of your shell. Now’s the time! What you're not gonna do is include (Y/n) into this. And I’m not gonna stand here and debate Splinter’s direct orders with you!” Leo pointed at Raph with a hard glare. Raph clenches his jaw.
“Fine then, I quit.” Raph gives up and exits out the window, but not without Casey’s words before he left. You wanted to talk to Raph, even though he threw you out there like that.
“If you don’t mind April, I’d like to take these to the lab for some tests. We should start figuring out these pieces.” Donnie stands and walks towards April.
“Sure Donnie, I’ll come by with Casey tomorrow evening.” April smiles and nods. You can’t focus on the situation when Raph stormed out.
“I’ll catch up with you guys later, I’ll come by tomorrow evening since it’s my day off. Don’t overwork yourself Donnie.” You waved at them and headed out of the window in search of Raph.
Leo wanted to stop you but he stopped himself. How can he even begin to start a conversation with you, you couldn’t even look at him in the eye. Maybe now isn’t the right time.
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You went on the search for Raph, only to find him in his Nightwatcher outfit. He took his anger out on some crooks and went back up to the roof. When he saw you, he groaned and took his helmet off.
“What is it now (Y/n), I don’t wanna get into an argument with you so do us both a favor and let me be.” Raph turned around and grabbed his duffle bag.
“Raph I didn’t want to argue with you at all. I just wanted to see how you were doing.” You approached him and sat on the ledge of the roof.
“Yea right, after what I said I wouldn’t be surprised if you're upset with me.” Raph scoffs and retouches his weapons.
“Honestly? A little, but I wouldn’t have said it any better if I were to tell him off.” You looked at him with a smile.
“Well at some point he’s gonna get the courage to talk to you, so you might want to figure things out soon.” Raph puts the helmet back on and looks over the city.
“Figure what out?” You asked, wondering what he’s referring to.
“I’m talking about things between you, Leo, and Winters. You're either team Winters or team Leo.” Raph points out as if it was obvious.
“You didn’t just say that.” You cringed at his reference.
“What? Not a fan of Twilight anymore?” Raph grins under his helmet while looking at you.
“That was a phase! I was 15!” You blushed and slapped his arm, making him laugh.
“That phase is worth it now. I’m gonna shove it in your nose whenever I get the chance. It’s your fault Mikey got into it.” Raph smirks and picks up his duffle bag.
“A-At least he was able to read actual novels for once instead of comic books!” You defended yourself the best you could. Raph stops for a moment and tries to say something but couldn’t.
“You're right, you turned our little brother into a zombie. He wouldn’t put down the book for video games until he finished it. It was the weirdest 2 months I’ve ever experienced, and he’s damn weird. Donnie was this close into analyzing his brain.” Raph looked at you and shivered at Mikey’s behavior.
“It wasn’t that bad...right?” You were unsure on how good or bad you affected Mikey.
“It was a horrible experience but at least his phase is over.” Raph shakes his head.
“Anyways, need a ride home? I’m pretty much done for tonight.” Raph takes off his gear and shoves it in the duffle bag.
“Sure, I wouldn’t want to wake up late.” You stood up and followed him.
“I thought you didn’t have work tomorrow.” Raph raises an eyebrow at you.
“Winters texted me again, he offered me a job, better than my recent one. If he’s actually the bad guy then this would be my chance in becoming an undercover spy, right?” You explained to Raph and he crossed his arms disapprovingly.
“What?..” Your frown, you thought it was a good idea.
“You shouldn't be too trusting with that guy. Have you even talked to the rest about it yet?” Raph asks and you scratch your neck.
“No, but I can tell them tomorrow.” You sighed a bit.
“Ya better, cause if anything happens to you, we won’t sit still.” Raph starts the motorcycle and sits on it, you sit behind him and securely wrap your arms around him.
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You woke up and did your morning routine with some music. Today is when you investigate Winters. You just couldn’t wrap your head around Winters being the bad guy. He seemed too genuine with you and you felt it. Which was strange, because Karai was always bad news to you no matter how she has benefited us at times. There has to be something that Winters is doing.
You walk out of your apartment and keep thinking about Winter’s motives.
‘He brought the curse upon himself. Maybe he wanted to break the curse? Being immortal isn’t all rainbows and sunshine. Living more years than others could bring regret and sorrow. Not being able to have a normal life is something everyone wants. I feel bad for him. I mean, if he wanted to take over the world, he could’ve done it years ago.’
Your thoughts were interrupted when a limo came up and the driver opened the door for you. “Right this way ma’am.” The driver smiled at you and you got in.
“Thank you.” You smiled and looked inside the limo. ‘He’s too rich.’
Once you arrived at Winter’s Corp., you took a long look at the building and the tiny peach hairs at the back of your neck stood up. Something about this place is definitely weird. You quickly touched the back of your neck and rubbed the uneasiness away.
You walked inside the building and stared in awe at how huge it was inside. Everyone was just doing their business. Some looked dressed professionally, others were casual, and the rest seem to work here. There was a big symbol in the middle of the marble floor, one would assume it was a logo or decoration, but those are the same symbols on the ancient weapon that was embedded in Raph’s shell. ‘It can’t be a coincidence.’
Continuing the walk to Winter’s office, you saw a woman who you assumed to be his assistant. The woman was typing away on her computer, with a concentration expression. ‘She’s very gorgeous for an assistant.’
“Uh, excuse me? Do you happen to know if Winter’s is in his office? I need to talk to him about his offer.” You politely asked the woman. She looked up at you and pushed up her glasses.
“Do you have an appointment meeting with him?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. She inspected your appearance and tensed up a bit.
“Not really, but he said I can drop by when I have my answer.” You responded.
“I’m sorry, if you don’t have an appointment then I can’t help you. Mr.Winters isn’t in his office right now. He’s a busy man.” She frowned and gave you a scolding glare.
“Fine. Mind telling him that (Y/n) (L/n) came by?” You bit your tongue and tried not to start an argument.
“Only if he has the time.” The ‘lady’ turned to her computer and typed away as if she never noticed you. You were about to say something to her until the telephone audio turned on beside her.
“Ms. Lane, be a dear and show (Y/n) her way in.” Winter's voice suddenly came through the audio.
The woman, Ms. Lane was surprised at his sudden voice and jumped a bit from her seat. She pushed the button on the machine.
“But Mr. Winters, she doesn’t-” She was gonna oppose but he cut her off.
“Now Ms.Lane, do we need a discussion on how to treat our clients? I thought you were better than that.” Winters tsked and scolded her for her behavior.
She lowered her head a bit and nodded. “Yes Mr.Winters, she’s on her way.” She stood from her desk and picked up her journal.
“Follow me, Ms.(Y/n).” She clenched her jaw and led you the way to Winters. You couldn’t help but smirk the entire time.
“Gladly.” You responded and followed her.
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“That’s weird…” April said, watching her walk away with the assistant.
“Is that (Y/n)?” Casey asked, rubbing his head.
“Yea, but I wonder what she’s up to now.” April frowned a bit and tried to think.
“Whatever it is I think we should wait up and see if she’s okay. The last thing we need is another weapon on someone else's back.” Casey glared at the door to Winters office.
“You’re right..” April smiles to herself at how caring and protective Casey can be.
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“Mr. Winters? Ms. (Y/n) is here.” Ms. Lane looks confused as to where her boss should be. She looks around and frowns.
“Mr. Winters?” She speaks up louder. You also look around the huge office.
“Over here. I’m sorry for the sudden disappearance, I was currently out of the shower.” Winters was on the second floor in his office. What surprised you and the assistant was that he was in his sweatpants and shirtless with a towel around his neck. You both blushed at his sudden appearance and you tried not to stare so much while the other one welcomed the sight completely.
‘Why the hell do these things happen to me…’
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captainshazamerica · 3 years
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If this Bruce doesn't adopt Tim I will! But I'm kinda scared for Tim I mean he's either gonna end up with Buce or the titans at some point, im afraid that something terrible is gonna happen his family and then titans/bruce takes him in? That boy loves batman and robin so much like even his family seeing the news knew how much it would upset him although I will say that for the brain that kid has he makes some pretty stupid decisions, hes driving around GOTHAM plastered in the bat-symbol that's not a good idea! the amount of lunatics that roam free in Gotham (and possibly have escaped from arkham) and hate the bat and hes driving around with the bat symbol on him KID be careful!
Some kind of Anti-fear toxin does seem more accurate cuz he's clearly taking something to not be afraid. Maybe it's something he found in Gotham and decided to try it and got addicted so he's using that lab place to try recreate it? and maybe he can't recreate it perfectly cuz in the crowbarring scene he seemed kinda anxious about his surroundings and he'd just taken that inhaler thing to overcome fear so I dunno?? Or maybe he went to arkham to see Crane for some reason and Crane has orchestrated the whole thing and told him about the drug but then wouldn't Crane have to know everyone's identity then? Dude I dunno I need more episodes even tho the low quality glitchyness is painful lol
There's probably an abundance of rooms to choose from at Wayne manor yet Jason takes Dicks old room and keeps the flying graysons posters up! I like to think that he does view dick as an older brother and just took his room to kind of have a connection to him and that he admires him hence the graysons posters being left up, yooo dick calling him his brother! I really want a nice family reunion with dick jason and bruce 💕
Babs was too mean to bruce when she went off like I get where she's coming from but yo lady his son just died dial it down like a notch yikes but also babs being like 'i wonder how long it'll take for bruce to replace jason and dick is all 'what no the last thing bruce is gonna do is rope another kid into this mess'. Cut to scene of Bruces potential robin folder 😅 but I also like that dick was trying to be considerate and compose himself for bruce but once he found out that bruce is idiot enough to pull another kid into this, that that's when he got mad and bruce so brokenly begging dick to come back and be robin 😢😢😢
I know the show is constantly trying to push bruce out/sideline him cuz it's a titans show not a bruce wayne show and I know they're going for a different portrayal of bruce which I'm not complaining about I do like this version of bruce (more than I thought actually) and this universe but I feel like they could have gave more cracks you know, I like that they showed him trying to avoid the reality of jasons death and just not stopping not even for a second and just immediately jump into another case and that breakdown verge where he's begging dick to be robin and then when he finally I guess let's the weight of jasons loss sit on him to the point where he whacks in jokers head with a crowbar just like he killed jason (he could have killed joker so many other ways like a less violent bullet to the head but oh no brucey crowbars him to death!!)
There's a lot of character stuff that i do like but that scene where he's in the cave on his knees scrubbing his sons blood out of the suit he died in, the suit that he only ever wore because of batman. 😢 I feel like they could have had him crack there and let out a gut wrenching scream and then just continue on doing what he was doing as if nothing happened and dick walking in on that should have had more of a reaction!? like he could have stopped in his tracks at the sight of his brothers blood all over his father and bruce screaming, dick could have like took a step back almost like he's gonna run but forces himself to stay there, because who wouldn't want to run from that and no matter how much horrible things you've dealt with before sometimes your brain does just take over against your will and makes you react, the rest of the scene just could have played out the way it did. Literally one ounce more emotion is all I wanted.
No one really emotionally cracked at jasons death. I get that it just happened and that people put walls up and denial can be such a prominent thing when a loved one dies but it couldn't have been that difficult to put in little mannerisms now and again to show that everyone is deeply hurt but holding it in. Honestly gar seemed more hurt to me than dick did. But I do like that dick reacted in detective mode and started trying to figure things out from jasons side so at least there's that.
This redhood is defo not an anti hero he has well and truly landslided into villian territory and I dunno how that's gonna be reconciled? they better not kill him off! and they better not just straight up keep redhood/jason as a full on villian! but if they do get through to jason and bring him back a little how the heck is that little man gonna deal with what he did to Hank?? I feel like they had a bond you know and for all Hanks talk about putting Jason down I really don't think that Hank would actually have killed him even if it came down to Hanks life vs Jasons I think Hank would rather die than kill Jason (but that's heavily biased cuz in my mind jason is my son and I freaking love hank sooo) but Hank to me puts on a hard front like 'yeah I'll get in your face I'll come at you b*tch' but internally he's like 'yeah I'll come at you to help you' 😅 like internally he defo has a lot of soft spots though that's not to say he'd be like this for someone like the joker or scarecrow or whatever guys like that he'd be like no screw you you die or go to arkham like byeee
Nevermind how jason is gonna come back from this though HOW IN THE ACTUAL SH*T is dawn gonna come back from this!!?!!
Random side note here but imagine Jasons first time in the batcave he would be so excited and trying to mess with everything and being like ohh what's that do and pressing random buttons and bruce having a hernia trying to get jason to stop before he accidentally blows the cave up 😅 also he has probably been caught several times trying to 'borrow' the batmobile, I can just picture him trying to sneak down the halls of the manor without the floor creaking and making it all the way into the cave and doing a victory dance cuz he didn't get caught and he hops on into the batmobile in his pj's and let's out a scream cuz alfred is sitting in the freakin passenger seat waiting for him and then they just hang out in the batmobile alfred had the good foresight to bring a flask of tea books and a blanket for jason
Speaking of Alfred I think it would have been more angsty and hurtful if Alfred died shortly after Jason and after a few days Jason claws his way out his grave and the first thing he sees is Alfreds headstone and that's how he finds out Alfred died : (((
This is so long girl I'm sorry I know it doesn't seem like it but I did restrain myself 😅 one more thing before I go maybe this Dick is the absolute worst mf and the reason babs feels betrayed by him and is so upset with him could be that he left her (or cheated on her) with Dawn cuz of that weird flashback thingy in the other season where dick dawn was a thing I dunno I hope not though that would be ughhh
Oh crap, you right about probably something bad will happen to Tim for Bruce or Titans to take him in, I was gonna say he could just demand to be in their lives to save Bruce/Dick like in the comics but he also has kinda shitty parents normally and these people seem cool so really it could go either direction, but like it’s Titans so it doesn’t look good lol. Also, I wonder if it’s gonna be Dick who is basically gonna adopt him this time since we already had a huge track record in just 2 seasons lmao. But I know right, true I like how his parents knew immediately how much the news would effect him 😭 I hope he goes down the making himself robin and forcing himself in Dick and Bruce’s life xD I love that route. Lmao, the kid is all book smart, very little street smart when it doesn’t have to do with outsmarting someone XD
I was also rewatching and that gas he takes def has to be some anti fear toxin cause he mentions fear so many times and flash backed to his near death fall, which he felt was probably holding him and back and thus had to prove himself and adds to whatever is influencing him. But ohhh he did seem pretty dang anxious at the carnival grounds, that’s a really interesting theory but recreating something he found hmm, I can see that.
Apparently according to a YouTube who got to see the first 5 episodes, we find out what his deal is a lot more in episode 5, so one more week hopefully
Brooo trueee, I couldn’t believe jason took dick’s room and like didn’t even change anything. Like Jason looks or at least use to look up to Dick SO much, like in his first episode in the first season, he went on quite a lot about how much he had always wanted to meet him and how much he looked up to him, which is probably also fueling his red hood rage, being hurt by your idol and brother like he did in S2 must have really just killed the boy. But yes omg, there freaking better be a dang family reunion scene like, after so much angst we deserve that 😭
And yesss, I loved seeing how mature Dick is getting and just how much he is growing as a character, the fact he was so calm and considerate with Bruce at first really shows that compared to s1 Dick, only breaking when Bruce tried to get more kids involved. That scene by Brenton was sooo well acted omg, the way he yelled that he doesn’t want to robin again, heartbreaking man. And Bruce begging like that omg
Yeah, this version of Bruce is def so different than any Bruce we have seen on screen before, like def the most emotionally constipated, and that’s saying something xD But I like how they are taking a risk, it also helps Dick’s character more and give him more of an arc, as he seems to be taking on Bruce’s normal role with Jason and red hood. Bro, you are so right omg, like the fact Bruce could have killed the joker in any way and he does it with the dang crowbar. It really shows how broken he really was and why the man shouldn’t depressing any and every damn feeling and emotion lol.
Omg, I love how you have the exact details of what you wanted to happen in that one Bruce and Dick scene 😂👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 bro if you dont already you should totally write fanfics cause that was so detailed, I love it
Yeah, I do wish someone cracked (other than Bruce lmao) a bit more, but I do think each character reacted in character though, like it is very Dick(at least this version of Dick, other versions may break down tbh) to put everything into solving the case and figuring out what was up, that’s more this version’s way of caring than just breaking down, like he rarely ever has broken down completely. I think dawn could have been a little more emotional about the death (tho she has enough coming for her lmao). Connor didn’t know Jason that well so it makes sense he would just be sad. Gar seemed pretty sad and in character about it, maybe could have had a bit more, same with Kori, tho she showed it by being almost angry and fiercely protective of everyone else, so I think that makes sense for her. It would have been interesting to see how Rachel and Rose would have reacted though (where did rose go btw?! She would so have a reaction to Jason’s death). But yeah, i wish there was more resolution and break downs for Jason, but also it may have just not felt real since they weren’t there? But I agree
You think? Idk, I think they could def still make him an anti hero towards the end, especially if it’s crane behind the whole thing. Cause if they don’t they are gonna have to go down the gosh awful overused villain gets redeemed while he dies/only to die right freaking after , and I will be so freaking livid if they do that omg. Like they better freaking not. But true, he would be broken by what he did to Hank, oh yikes. But I can see him then that leading to the anti hero path, like he would never go back to be on the titans cause he would feel too guilty, thus giving more of a reason for the anti hero life. But I know, I loved Jason and Hank’s love hate relationship 😭😭😭😭 You know Hank secretly loved the kid and probably saw himself in him.
Yikes poor dawn, you right. Like I have no idea how she is gonna be now like wow.
OMG GIRL, You are on a hc angst train today!!!! That scenario of Alfred dying right after jason and Jason climbing out to see Alfred’s?! Heartbreaking!
But I can’t believe they killed Alfred off so casually tho😭
Omg I swear if they freaking show Dick having cheated on Babs I will be so freaking pissed omg, he better have not! Im hoping they had a more high school romance thing/grew up together then got together type of thing
And omg don’t apologize I LOVED IT and reading your asks!!! I feel ya too!
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Wow talk about a long movie. Remember Mass Effect's 3 shit endings that were later improved (sorta) with DLCs. Well that is kinda how this movie is.
Before we start this, I just wanna say that I was very impartial throughout the whole snydercut movement. I wasn't part of it but I do see the good that they did in regards to some of their charities and with how the fandom itself has been painted in a negative light. So its good that they got what they have been demanding for quite some time. Snyder as director for me, I really am not the biggest fan of. His movies have some great cinematic moments that look amazing but the context around it is what muddles it for me.
Is it better than Whedon's JL? YES. To start I'll look at some of the things that I do like.
I do like how it was split into parts.  Gives it that miniseries/Comic book feel
Thank god they removed that stupid cringy flash landing on top of Diana's chest scene.
Darkseid looks good. I know some people have issues with it but I liked it. I mean looking at it first glance has me convinced its Darkseid. His voice isn't too bad either. Reminds me a bit of Injustice 2.
As much as I have issues with Darkseid being introduced so early I do like that he had a brief confrontation/glaredown with the League, foreshadowing a possible in person encounter and that the League needs to expand if they are going to fight against Darkseid.  
Steppenwolf's design has greatly improved and looks better than before.
Loved the scenes between Alfred and Diana.  Wish there was more of that.
I loved how the movie added Cyborg, Aquaman and Flash attempting to stop Superman from getting to Batman. I also liked how in this version,  Batman pleading to Clark's humanity telling him that world needs him and he needs to snap out of it.  Also bonus for taking out that scene of Batman on the ground groaning about how old he is getting.
Okay seeing Clark get the black suit and having the voiceovers of both his father's merge together works in terms of Clark's arc into becoming the person he was meant to be. Also like the use of Zimmerman's Ideal of Hope score wished they let it play out a little longer.  Probably my favourite moment in the film is where Superman just takes Steppenwolf's Axe like its nothing and freezes it.
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Now to go into some of the more critical stuff that bugged me when watching.
For a movie that is 4 hours long, pacing issues were bound to happen. I think the first example of this can be found in the opening with the Superman scream wave (which started to get a bit hilarious when his screams could be heard every now and then) hitting all three mother boxes. they are shown individually reacting to it and it takes time, where it could have just showed them together or an compilation of each of the motherboxes waking up. I know it Snyder's thing but tone down on the slow mo. Like some instances its fine (like with bullet time or Flash's scenes) but other instances I'm just like alright I get it.
The scene involving Cyborg transferring money into that single mother's bank account. Is he gonna do this for all the people suffering just like her? or just for that one person? I mean if you can hack into the world monetary system, you can solve a lot of financial issues affecting  the majoirty and not just one person. Did I miss the scene but why did Cyborg go from helping one poor person, suggesting the potential good he can do to change the world for the better  to "Fuck the world". Seems a bit inconsistent in character. Especially since he knows who Diana is (from what he says)  and that Parademons are after the motherbox. Maybe her offering help, you should take it? idk Vic. Also the whole Auto defense system malfunction, would it not be better if this was established beforehand where we see Vic struggling to maintain his body's autonomy leading up to the Superman confrontation? Prior to that it seemed he had it under control and his biggest conflict throughout the movie seemed more to be with him coming to terms with his new body. With that being said, Cyborg's character here is much more interesting and better than it was originally. I can see why Ray Fisher is so pissed (well that and the abuse he faced).  I am glad this was improved and gave the character a lot more to do.
The movie still has the same issue as before in regards to the whole motherbox plot and how convenient it was that all three are located on earth. You would think that with the involvement of Darkseid/Steppenwolf that separating them to distinct locations across space would make it more difficult to collect them. I mean we know that the Green Lanterns exist (we saw one get chomped), you'd think that they or the guardians would take one and secure it on Oa. The pushback to this would be "well there was only one green lantern and he died, so how could they retrieve the box?" which begs my question, why send only one? I mean it has been established that Darkseid is a known conqueror of worlds, you'd think the Guardians would be smart enough to send more than one Lantern to aid Earth in their fight.  Did they not think it would be a good idea to have the corps be more involved/keep an eye on earth since it is the only planet that was able to repel Darkseid's forces?
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Why is it that the best idea of security when it comes to humans is to bury it? Would it not be better in optics to look over it and know its location instead of dropping it somewhere on the off chance that someone might find it due to being  curious or the land changing/altering  making the box more easy to attain? A situation as dire/serious as this, you would think that the Amazons/Atlanteans would have been better prepped with armor/weapons for such an event. I mean you have the arrow of Artemis that shoots quite a distance to give Diana a message but not some kind of weapon that hurts/cripples Steppenwolf? Or better yet, how about the moment that the boxes started acting up after Superman's death, that Atlantis/Themiscarya would put aside any differences they had with one another and to the outside world to come together to secure the boxes?  How could Darkseid forget the name of the only planet that was able to force him to retreat? nor does he know that it harbors the anti life?
Did this movie break Aquaman's continuity? because from the dialogue between Mera and Arthur, its implied that Atlanna abandoned/left Arthur at Tom's doorsteps whereas in the movie,  we see Atlanna spend a couple of years with Tom and raising baby Arthur before she was forced to come back. You'd think Zack being a producer for the Aquaman  movie would have edited that line or made it more clear. Well that or James Wan F'ed up when making the movie.
"I've never seen a being as strong as Steppenwolf" Did Diana just forget Ares aka the god of war who killed the Greek Pantheon/Old gods and orchestrated the first World War? Hell from the looks of the flashback it seemed Ares (I'm assuming its Ares, if its Hades, my bad) was getting some good hits in on Darkseid, who is superior to Steppenwolf.  While we are on the topic of Diana, it's a bit odd that Snyder who  was a producer on WW84 where one of the biggest focuses on the movie that Patty Jenkins talked about was how Diana doesn't solve her problems with violence (even though her primary weapons in this movie are a sword and shield but okay. Then again New 52 hasn't done a good job in disproving that), yet in this movie we see her using her gauntlet smash to fucking kill the one remaining terorrist. Like sure you can argue that they were terrorists and deserve to die, but given how easy and quick it was for her to take out the previous guys, why do something that runs the risks of destroying the very building that you are in (with hostages). I mean from the look of the blast and how much debris fell from the building outside, and it was a miracle no one (but the terrorist) got hurt/killed.
Why did Steppenwolf  kidnap  them in the first place? Just use that mind extracting device you used on the Atlantean soldier to see if they know. Seems like a waste of time to collect them in one location only to interrogate them later.
Okay, I'm sorry but even in this cut I still don't like Miller's Barry Allen. He isn't as bad as he was in the theatrical cut but man does it stick out. When he is helping to escort the kidnapped civilians out, why doesn't he just grab them and transfer them to a safe distance? He even makes a comment about how slow they are going. Can I also just say how weird it is for Barry to take time saving Iris to caress her hair and look at her more creepily in slow mo? Like yeah its in slow mo but still I think your priority should be to get everyone to safety as quick as possible and check if anyone else could get hurt.  I will admit that Barry's speech as he is running so fast to reverse time at the end was really good. Tho the more I think about all the slow mo Flash scenes are good.
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They still kept the "Let's use the mother box to bring back Superman plot". Why? This is a piece of tech that you don't fully understand how it works and you are going on the whims of someone you just met. Especially if they come back as a different person/mindset all together.  If Superman 's death was the reason that allowed for the Mother box to call to Steppenwolf/Darkseid, what the hell were they doing prior to Superman's arrival on earth? I mean we've seen how easy it was for Steppenwolf to attain the two boxes even if they were guarded, so why the wait ?. I get that Batman is going through an arc and trying to change from the person he was but how does go from "1% chance of absolute certainty" to "let's go on a whim and have faith" when it comes to resurrecting Superman? 
Its gonna be awkward as to how Clark will explain his sudden return from the grave around the same time Superman came back.
I was wondering when the Knightmare scene will play out. Jared leto's Joker isn't over with me, it seems way too try-hard to be edgy. Other than that yeah, not much I can say about it. Tho do we seriously need another iteration where Superman (or someone with Superman like powers) is evil?
I also love how nonchalant Bruce is about J'onn appearing in front him. However the revelation that J'onn was that army general all the time breaks so much of continuity (and just why now did you decide to show up and help and not idk the time Zod invaded and nearly  terraformed earth, HELL WHY TF DIDN'T SHOW UP TO HELP THE LEAGUE IF YOU KNEW ABOUT DARKSEID, I'M SORRY TO RAG ON BUT REALLY THIS CAMEO JUST OPENS UP SO MANY QUESTIONS, IT JUST SEEMS LIKE AN "PALPATINE WAS BEHIND THIS ALL ALONG" KIND OF THING ).
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In terms of getting a sequel, I am not sure if WB is going to go through with it given that their current vision seems to be a different route than the one Snyder intended so who knows. Despite my criticisms I do believe this is Snyder's best DCEU film to date and probably one of his better films. You could tell that he put in a lot to make this. The movie itself does have issues mostly due to the plot surrounding the motherbox as well as pacing. I would say it's worth the watch at least once, though I think its best to watch it in doses rather than one sitting. Ultimately this is the version that we should have gotten and I can see why so many people who were supportive of Zack wanted or vouched for him to finish it. Regardless, I think the very least I am happy for Snyder. If you like Snyder's previous stuff, you will like this one, if you don't, your perception of the film won't change significantly other than some cool bits here and there.  
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jokin-around · 5 years
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1am trek to Rite-aide in a Batman kigurumi for a bottle of cold syrup and some ice cream
Fic under the cut🎉🎉 ⬇⬇⬇
Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19826074 
from beneath a pile of blankets a color drained clown groaned miserably, the sound somewhat muffled by the assortment pretty plastic bobbles filling up the half deflated kitty pool they laid in haphazardly.
The clown in question was Gotham's very own mage of mischief. and much as pain played into his game he absolutely HATED being sick.
Funny thing was, Jay didn’t ever get sick. Period.
With the slew of mystery chemicals constantly floating around in his blood he’d always thought he’d be immune to something as innocuous as a cold. yet here he was stewing in misery, surrounded by a sea of used tissues.To say this was the first time he'd spent the wee hours of the night feeling like garbage would be a lie, but it was definitely the first time he’d felt so unprepared for an ailment.
All that considered, He wouldn’t mind the discomfort if he wasn't so hopelessly bored and… not to mention… alone.
Harley, who was probably busy gardening at the moment, hadn’t answered his calls and none of the other rogues would bother coming to his aid if he asked… they didn't like him very much. He didn’t know why and hardly cared but right now he honestly wished he was better at making friends. Of course, Bud, his lovely hyena who was snoring audibly in the other corner of the room, kept him company on long lonely days, but a dog’s unconditional love could only go so far.
He’d been in his room for hours at this point but as the bat shaped clock on his wall struck 1:00 Jay finally decided he’d had enough.
Throwing the blankets aside, sending foam balls bouncing around the room in the process, Jay sat up, hair a mess, rings around his tired eyes, and stood. Trying his best to ignore the how the world spun like a fun top.
He didn’t need Harley or ANY of those other stupid bozo’s. He could fend for himself just fine and he wasn't about to let some stupid head cold keep him down. Without any further thought Jay grabbed his coat, put on shoes, and headed out the door with a pop-gun in his pocket, looking an absolute mess. Grateful for Gotham's shady midnight darkness --------------------------------
It didn’t take long for the clown to reach his destination, Nite-aid pharmaceuticals was right down the street, just close enough to glide the whole way on a pair of unsteady heelys.
When he entered the store the place was mostly empty except for a few unfortunate stragglers. Night owls looking for late-night smokes and liquor as busted fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered above them... A few patrons turned to glance at him warily, not recognizing the clown out of makeup but suspicious nonetheless. Their failure to turn-tail at first sight would be a mistake they'd soon regret as the unkempt clown lifted his pop-gun in the air and lazily pulled it's trigger.
Now a normal play pistol would’ve gone off with an amusingly harmless pop, but Jay liked to personalize his toys. When the cork shot out the sound pierced through the nights silence like a firecracker, a waft of confetti and billowing green smoke flying up with it in an explosion of noxious, candy scented, color.
The fumes quickly spread through the small store, hot boxing it with chemicals that sent all who breathed it into a frenzied fit. The few unlucky customers present dropped anything they held and nearly toppled over each other as they ran screaming with laughter into the night.
At the back though, a store clerk, who seemed to be bared behind his counter, gagged and giggled as he writhed on the floor with his arms clenched around his sids, too disoriented by now to jump to freedom or even unlatch the door leading out.
As Joker came closer the man backed up, amused yet scared half to death of what would happen as the clown peered over the counter and examined him silently.
A few beats passed before Joker let out a small sigh and mentally made a note to tweak his smilex a tad as he wordlessly opened the gate and let the poor, gasping, employee run free, watching him trip over his own feet a few times as he did. His patented giggle concoction seemed a little too potent this time around, he’d have to fix it sometime….
Soon the joint was empty and joker was alone once more. The whole store now nuisance free and it’s contents perfectly ripe for the taking.
Humming a tune to himself Jay sashayed over to the medicinal isle and eyed over his options. All the keysmashed names and multicolored boxes seemed to meld together the longer he stared. he had no idea which one would be his miracle cure and the way his head swirled made it hard to concentrate on all the teeny-tiny words in front of his heavy feeling eyes. Instead of thinking Jay took a bag and filled it with whatever looked right. If he overdosed on Benadryl and Tylenol instead of Nyquil, so be it.
Before heading out Jay decided to take anything else he thought he might need to feel better including a pint of mint-chocolate chip ice-cream from the fridges in back, a page of funnies and a bargain bin DVD copy of Roger Rabbit .
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As Jay walked out he heard a low rumble coming from a few blocks away, before he was able to recognize the telltale roar of the Batmobile, the powerful car had already charged its way down the street swerving to a sudden screeching halt in front of the small drug store as blinding headlights pointed directly at Jay, temporarily disorienting the already discombobulated clown and exposing his unfortunate appearance.
As Jay clumsily shielded his eyes a dark figure exited the tech loaded vehicle and slowly floated closer. Soon a tall shadow loomed over him, blocking the stunning beams of light. Jay slowly peered up to meet a pair of cold blue slits.
"Batman..…?" said Jay, sounding somewhat surprised despite knowing better
“Shoulda known you’d be here…. you're not gonna arrest me are you?" He asked pitifully
The Bat seemed to examine him for a moment, blue lenses eyeing him up and down. Jay was suddenly very aware of how he must have looked, he hadn't combed his hair, or shaved, or bathed, he was 99% percent sure he'd grabbed a mix-matched pair of heelys on the way out and he was currently wearing a jacket over a onesie despite the fact he was cooking like a hotdog in a microwave, evident by the beads of cold sweat trailing down his face….
His bare, scar riddled, face….
He began to turn red with embarrassment as he averted his weary gaze from the other man's calculated scrutiny, shoulders tensing
"Look are you gonna do your thing or can I take my stolen goods and go?" He asked impatiently, exhaustion in his voice
"My Bat-monitor says you have a 104 degree fever" the Bat states. No inflection.
"right, Which is why I need to get home like, now- " a large hand placed itself on his shoulder as he crouched to collect his stuff from the ground
"What you NEED is medical attention" Batman insisted, gently firming his grip. Jay, stood up, shaking his head in protest despite feeling more and more lightheaded with every passing second
"n-no I-I'm fine, i'll be fine! I just need t- "
Before he could protest further, handcuffs were promptly clasped around his limp wrists with a snug click, Jay looked at his shiny new bracelets and gave Bruce a sharp glare.
"bastard." he grumbled
"You'll thank me later." Bats stated cooly as he took the clown by the scruff of his hood and escorted him to the Batmobile. Jay struggled slightly at first, ragdolling as the Bat pulled him along, the fight in him quickly dissipated though as his energy slowly faded and he realized how shortsighted he'd been to not expect a situation like this. Of course the Bat would be here. you could hardly J-walk in this city without his big dumb ears hearing about it somehow.
But despite the inconvenience he wasn't mad… just… unprepared
he and the Bat had a special little relationship and after the day he'd had, that flowing black cape could be considered a sight for sore eyes. But this particular situation was a little different from their usual routine. Up there on the rooftops they were perfectly matched equals. Jay fast and unpredictable, Bats strong and disciplined. right now, as Jay was silently chauffeured to an impressive looking street demon, the scales were tipped, and instead of being fast he was weak and slow and practically nodding off by the time Bats gently placed his body in it’s passenger seat.
The rumble of the monsters powerful engine shook Jay from his daze and his unfocused eyes were greeted by a colorful array of buttons and knobs that decorated the car's interior.
"Ooohh" he awed quietly
"Don't. Touch. ANYTHING." The Bat warned sternly.
"Fuuuh-INE" he complained. "You don't mind if i eat in here tho right?" He asked as he fished into his bag and took out his pint of ice cream.
Batman shot him a look of disapproval.
"Ah, Don't worry- " Jay assured as he struggled to get the tub open "I won't get any on your p-precious lea-ther interio- " a bout of violent coughs interrupted his snarky remark…
The Bat sighed
"here, let me" he took the tub and quickly ripped it open, before placing it back in Jays lap
"OH HO HO thanks, Armstrong." He teased
"Whatever… Just pipe down and take this." Bruce reached into his glorified fanny pack and pulled out a small green pill.
Jay eyed it curiously.
"S' not some funky sedative is it?" He asks cautiously
Bruce shook his head….
"It's a… chemical agent I made special for you… I uh… mix it with my sedatives to counteract your resistance to them… it won't put you to sleep but It should have the same effect on those meds i’m paying for" he explained, nodding at the cherry flavored syrup Jay swiped.
With a bit of hesitation Jay picked up the small capsule and eyed it further. It was rather large and filled with a bright green gel.
"....well that's pretty... thoughtful of you I guess. "
Bruce looked away briefly, he'd created the compound last time Jay was out cold on his operating table using a sample of his blood. He'd put it to other uses since, but it had ultimately saved the clown's life last time around… that said he should've known Jay might find his over-preparedness odd
After a few beats of silence, Jay bit the bullet, washing it down with a scoop of ice cream. Help from the Bat, no matter how uncalled for, was usually help he could trust, besides he thought it was funny how often the Bat modded his tech just for his sake. Was it obsessive? Romantic? he couldn’t tell, but he was definitely flattered…
With a small contented smile on his face, Bruce turned back to the wheel and revved his engine "Alright clown... buckle up"
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It didn't take long for the two to arrive at the Batcave. The ride there quick and uneventful. Bruce didn’t have to bother with a blindfold or knockout gas to cover his tracks, Jay had passed out about halfway there and even then, it wouldn't have mattered much. He was sure Jay already knew it’s location despite being in the dark about...other things.
Exiting the car and stalking to the other side with his cape flowing behind him. Bruce opened the door to the passenger seat and watched as the winged doors lifted to reveal a sleeping figure cradling a half melted pint of ice cream.
“Is this the 'guest' you mentioned earlier sir?” Alfred inquired as he came to greet his kevlar clad son.
“It is.” He answered softly as he slowly lifted the pint from the clowns arms and handed It to the older man
"You somehow failed to mention the guest in question was your colorful new nemesis” the servant jested, raising a brow
"Uh… Forgot to I guess" Bruce shrugged, knowing full well he’d swept a detail or two under the rug to avoid another scolding from his free-spoken butler.
There was a pause of silence as they both watched the peaceful perriot rest
“...If only he was this quiet all the time, Gotham would be a much less hectic place… “ said Alfred after a moment.
“Perhaps” said Bruce. eye’s never breaking away as his chest rose and fell
Alfred, of course, had more to say but decided to keep it to himself as not to sour the moment he was having.
“Well this is going in the fridge... a pot of hot soup should be ready shortly. Just enough for the both of you”
“Thanks al”
Alfred nodded then went on his way as Bruce turned his attention back to Jay.
Although he was used to seeing the jolly jester in a more upkept state, he had to admit he was… striking... even like this…
When that perpetually cheery smile of his finally relaxed, it was replaced by soft supple lips and butter knife sharp cheekbones that framed his face in a way rarely seen outside of hollywood.
Gingerly, Bruce reached beneath his guest and lifted him from his seat.
It always surprised him how light he was, not that Jay was very big to begin with but… the way he threw a punch, took hits like they were nothing… it made it easy to forget he was only about 5'4"... perhaps even smaller minus the mane of hair that currently draped over his tired face
With the rest of the man’s features veiled, Bruce’s eyes were drawn to the two deep scars which curled from the corners of his mouth like a jagged grin. They were long healed but Bruce had a feeling the wounds cut deeper than eyes could see...
As Bruce thumbed away a few stray locks of green to get a better look, Jay began to stir. Hurriedly Bruce stepped over to the med bay section of the cave and laid his guest down before his eyes began to flutter open
"W-where?" He asked groggily as his vision focused
"Batcave."
“Again?” He muttered while sitting up “This gonna be a regular thing?”
“Were you expecting a hospital?” Bruce asked.
Jay rubbed his face
“guess not….” Hospitals we’re never really an option for people like them he supposed. Too many nosy doctors and prodding hands… bad memories...
“Here” a small cup of cherry liquid appeared in front of him, held by a black glove. He took it slowly.
“Can't have the whole bottle??”
“Why would you want to?”
Jay shrugged and took the shot
“I dunno…”
Bruce let that comment slide and stepped closer to check his temperature again.
"How are you feeling?"
" terrible" Jay replied miserably. Bruce looked at his monitor, the clown was stable at about 105°. It wasn't common for a cold to come with a fever but Jay was... an uncommon person.
" think a cool shower might help?"
The clown smiled "...mm… maybe…. You aren't offering to join me are you?"
Bruce scoffed "Not with you like this I'm not…"
Jay rose an eyebrow.
"er… not that I would if you…. Weren't…" Bruce's cheeks went pink for a moment. Though he'd looked away he could tell Jay was smiling even wider. Probably holding in a laugh too.
"Uhm...alright uh… washroom's that way, use what you want, shampoo, conditioner, whatever, I can always buy more"
Jay hopped down from the table and stretched with a moan
"I'm sure you can, rich boy."
"Huh?" Bruce tensed, taken aback by the term usually used to describe his alter ego.
"being best buds with Bruce Wayne must have some pretty sweet perks"
Bruce sighed, allowing himself to breath again as Jay made his way to the shower "right.."
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It didn't take long for Jay to return, He made quick work of cleaning up and was soaped, rinsed and dried within a few minutes. His greasy mop now a fluffy, blow dried, up-do And his mind fog free.
The bouncy mane of curls caught Bruce's attention as the clown re-entered the main room, freshly scrubbed, lemon scented and humming a tune.
"You look a little better…. " Bruce complimented
"Just a little?" Said Jay, faking disappointment.
"Uh… w...well" Bruce stammered.
"Just teasing u dummy." He said with a smile as he took a seat on the bannister next to the Bat-computer.
"Right… well.... I see you're back to your normal self" said Bruce, returning to his work
"Mostly." Jay smiled
"Good… that's good." There was some silence taken up by Bruce's fingers tapping the Bat-computer's interface
"Hey." Jay interrupted
"Yeah?" Said Bruce
"Aren't you scared of catching my cold-cooties or something?" The clown inquired
"No." Bruce answered bluntly.
"Why not?"
"bats don't get colds"
Jay rose an eyebrow.
"Oh really?"
"It's true."
"Mhm…"
Suddenly the sound of a throat clearing interrupted their banter.
"are you two quite done, or will supper have to wait?"
The odd couple turned to face Alfred who was holding a silver platter somewhat impatiently.
"er...Now is fine Alfred"
The butler nodded and gracefully waltzed between them to set the plate down. Removing it's dome to reveal a piping hot stew, stuffed with chicken and veggies, with fresh baked biscuits on the side. It’s aroma was even more enticing than it’s appearance
"Wow this is nothing like that Campbell's stuff" said Jay, eyes wide.
"I should hope not.” Alfred huffed. “ I didn't go to culinary school to cook from a can"
“Thank’s Al, it looks great”
"Of course sir… Oh, and, sir?"
"Yeah, Al?"
"You invited this man into your home… least you could do is give him a proper seat"
Jay was still sitting on the banister, swinging his legs happily.
“oh…. Right” he pressed a button and a second chair raised from the floor “i’m… usually the only person down here, sorry.”
“What about that kid?”
“Robin? Never sits still, likes the banister “
“Huh, Go figure….” Jay plopped down in his seat and spun around a few times before grabbing his bowl and testing the soup… to put it lightly, the taste was beyond heavenly.
“Oh my god….”
“Glad to see it suits your taste mr.Jay, young Bruce would fuss about having to eat it every time he was under the weather….”
Bruce a blushed a tint
Jay smiled
“I guess bat’s DO get the sniffles”
“Wasn't a bat back then, doesn’t count”
“Yes it does.”
“No it doesn't”
“Yes it- “
“Children!”
They froze… Alfred gave them a stern look. Free of malice but intimidating nonetheless.
“Do try to behave yourselves, I have enough trouble with robin as is and he’s much better mattered than the both of you”
“Yes, Alfred”
“Sorry, Alfred…” they apologized
The butler one last look,turned on his heels and left the room in silence.
“Man you’re butler’s mean…” Jay whispered
“Don't worry, it’s just an act…. I think…” As they both returned to their gourmet supper Jay suddenly recalled the DVD he'd brought with him.
"Oh HEY! Can we watch a movie???"
"Movie?"
"Yeah!" Jay scrambled over his bag and ran back with the box in his hand.
"Roger Rabbit! It's a classic!"
"Never seen it."
"Really? well we'll have to fix that… it's a detective story! you'll like it!…"
Bruce slowly took the case, studying its colorful cover…
"Suppose… I'll... take your word for it."
Reluctantly, Bruce popped a hatch on the Bat-computer and let the movie play on one of it's many monitors. Jay sitting back with a satisfied smile as Bruce sunk deeper into his work...
Or at least, tried to.
Jay's amused chuckles here and there made it hard to concentrate but the sound wasn't… unpleasant. Every now and then the clown would tap his shoulder and tell him to pay attention to a favorite scene or line if his… eyes flitting between him and the screen, searching for a reaction, however small or unreadable … smiling whenever Bruce's lips curled even a millimeter or two.
As the night continued, Bruce recalled the large home theater he had upstairs in the mansion
50 seats and rarely more than one taken at a time...
He imagined himself up there now with his arm around the other man's shoulders, sharing snacks and a large blanket, huddled close…
Perhaps he could’ve come up with some elaborate lie about "Bruno" allowing visitors in his humble abode, but as much warmth as the thought gave him, it was greatly overpowered by his own paranoia…
He wasn’t quite ready to break that barrier no matter how much he wanted too...
So maybe not today…
But maybe later….
Someday.
After a few passing moments Bruce realized Jay’s little interruptions had stopped and turned to find the man fully asleep on the chair beside him. With a light sigh, Bruce carefully removed his cape and draped it over the man just as he’d done before a year or so ago, Quietly calling for Alfred to prepare the Batcave’s guest bed.
With all the cordial tenderness in the world, Bruce lifted his nemesis and carried him downstairs. for now, somewhere in between all the imaginary lines they’d drawn in the sand, just this close was close enough.
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Hello my lovely clown friends! :)
This is part two of "Arthur getting new medication"
I hope you guys like this story.
Enjoy it. ♡♡♡
It's Arthur's point of view.
The clown comes out to play
Disclaimer: mentall illness
I was half asleep and dreamed at the same time.
It was early in the afternoon.
After the passionate kiss of my beloved (Y/N) ended, we both became tired and layed down on our couch in the living room.
We cuddled up together and wanted to rest a little. It was peaceful to lay on the couch with the one you love. And to think about nothing like the world around you stand still.
I could hear her breath against my face and her heartbeat, because my hand was on her chest. Everything was perfect and nothing or nobody could disturb us. The only problem was my shadow, because he begged for coming out and I couldn't hide him anymore. It was too early to show (Y/N) my other self, but I couldn't wait anymore. Joker wouldn't wait longer, because he wasn't patient. I made (Y/N) curious and the result is to risk it and give her a look at my protector, the clown in red suit. Red has always been my favourite colour. My suit explains it and (Y/N) knew that. I could tell her anything, but I am always getting nervous when she looks at me with this curious face expression as if I hide something from her. I want to be honest with her and I have promised her that.
Suddenly I opened my eyes and looked at (Y/N). She looked so sweet and innocent during her slumber, but then I heard her whispering my name. This made me happy and I kissed her cheek.
"I love you, (Y/N)." I whispered into her ears and stroked her hair.
She smiled and opened her eyes. I hope I didn't wake her and smiled back at her.
"I love you too, Arthur." She kissed my lips and placed her hands on my cheeks. I loved it when she did that and began to play with my curls. (Y/N) loved it to play with my messy hair and I always giggled and enjoyed it. I could have continued like that, but then the final question came.
(Y/N) looked me in the eyes and asked me.
"Can you introduce me Joker?"
I heard him inside of me. He wished to come out and say hello to (Y/N). And I thought about the consequences, because he would take the over hand in the end. He was my shadow and created by childhood trauma. I couldn't ignore him. It was impossible. My eyes were fixed at her and I slowly answered.
"I can do that. He is already begging for freedom and I can't hold him back anymore. He is part of me, (Y/N)." I felt nervous again and this time it was worse. It was a sign to finally show her my dark side. After taking a deep breath I kissed her lips deeply and spoke those hard words.
"I am going to show you Joker now."
I couldn't believe what I've just said, but it had to be done. (Y/N) was glad and smiled at me in a sweet way. She stroked my cheeks again and said something that turned me on. Or better said it turned Joker on. "Then don't let him wait longer. Let him come out, Arthur. I am curious."
I smirked and could feel the presence of my shadow. The only missing parts were the suit, the make up and the hair dye.
"Give him about twenty minutes. Joker needs time to prepare himself for you, (Y/N)."
I could see the excited look in her eyes as I left and went into the bathroom. I locked up the door and got undressed until I only wore my underwear anymore. Then the transformation could begin. First I took the green hair dye and put it around my hair until my hair was covered green. I gave my hair and my head a soft massage to let the hair dye soak in. Of course I listened to music while I turned into Joker and it was nothing more than my favourite song That's Life from Frank Sinatra. I hummed the lines and danced around in the small bathroom.
"That's life.. That's what all the people say."
Once the hair dye soaked in, I washed it out and combed my hair back. I used hair gel to fix my stubborn curls and made my hair look shiny. The next step was the white face paint. I brushed it all over my face and a few parts of my neck too. Arthur slowly disappeared and the most important part came now. I painted blue triangles above and below my eyes and the left one longer than the right. I loved that part so much and continued with the wide red fake smile. This damn smirk. Every clown needed a red smile and a red nose, because this was the next step. I painted my nose red and two red eye brows above my blue triangles. My Joker make up was finished.
I grabbed my suit and put on my red pants, my green shirt, the yellow vest and the red jacket. I wore white socks to my brown shoes and felt not like Arthur anymore. He disappeared and Joker appeared. The clown was ready to introduce himself to (Y/N).
I turned the radio off and unlocked the door.
My body language fully changed as I entered the living room where (Y/N) read the latest newspaper.
I smirked widely and felt very confident and sexy.
Before I could say anything, (Y/N) fixed her eyes at me and looked kinda shocked and surprised at the same time. Did I scare her with my clown make up? She should be used to it, because of my Carnival make up.
Well, Carnival and Joker are two different clowns. Two different personalities, but always the same person behind the mask.
I kept my eyes at her and she stood up and covered her mouth with her hands.
"Oh my god! Is that really you, Arthur?"
She must have been shocked, because I have changed a lot with the make up, the hair dye and the red suit. My favourite part of this clown look.
I stepped closer and took out a red rose from behind my back. It was offered to my beautiful girlfriend and I smiled at her.
"It's Joker.. Please call me Joker!"
She looked at me from head to feet and noticed the red rose which I offered her and took it thankfully. She must have been speechless and didn't know what to say.
I decided to ask her.. "Is everything alright, (Y/N)?"
She smelled at the rose and looked into my green eyes. "Yes, Joker.. You are so handsome and sexy in your red suit. Thank you for the rose!"
I smirked and offered her my hand.
"May I take you outside for a walk, sweetheart?" I love to call her that, because she means everything to me. I might be Joker now, but I'm also Arthur. He hides behind the make up while Joker had his time and fun.
(Y/N) blushed and took my hand before she answered. "I would love to go out with you for a walk."
I could see the shyness in her eyes, but also the excitement. I wish I would feel confident with Arthur too, not only with Joker now. Sometimes you need to do the wrong thing to get things right.
"I am glad to hear that. Let's go then!" I leaded her towards the door and opened it for her. (Y/N) smiled and took my hand while we walked to the elevator.
I wasn't sure how she felt, but I was excited to go out with her in my full Joker mode. This was a sign for me that this could only mean the best or the worst, because people haven't seen Joker with a girl yet. They respected me as Joker, but not all. A few were against me and hated clowns. I touched my pockets and felt my gun and a knife. My weapons against my enemies. (Y/N) wouldn't be happy if she finds out that I'm carrying two dangerous weapons with me.
We left the building and Joker's adventures could begin..
"Are you ready to walk these streets of Gotham with Joker?" I asked (Y/N) and she smiled at me in a lovely way.
"Of course my handsome Joker. Show me this city!" She sounded excited as I thought and we both began to walk away from Anderson Ave. I felt so good and people noticed me. They saw me! Joker was visible.
My red suit was visible.
Good that I chosed red. It was always a good colour and my favourite one.
"I will show you everything I know my sweet (Y/N)." I would show her everything. And it would take the whole afternoon if not even more, but this was my time to let the clown play his games. (Y/N) looked at me and crossed her arm with mine which made me smirk again. My smirk was already big enough, because of the red face paint. I could feel a real smirk under the make up and this was truly beautiful.
"Was that a smirk under your make up?"
I heard her asking and agreed.
"Yes, it was a real smirk. I can't tell if it was Arthur's or Joker's smirk." I was joking, because I knew the real answer and (Y/N) knew it too. She laughed and patted my shoulder gently.
"This must have been a joke, right?"
She kept laughing and I joined her.
"Hahaha.. not at all, because I have a better one to tell. Would you like to hear it?"
(Y/N) shook her head and listened to me while we kept on walking. We have passed already the William Street and I saw people looking at me in a weird way. Didn't they know me? I have brought chaos to Gotham and those people looked at me as if I was the bad guy. I mean I became bad, because of society's fault. They want chaos and they got it.
But back to reality..
I was lost in the past for a moment, but (Y/N) took me back to the presence with a soft hand shake. She even asked me if I'm okay and looked at me.
"Joker?"
I suddenly blinked my eyes and answered her. "Yes?"
Her voice helped me to come back and I realized that I was hallucinating again, but from the past. The past of Joker's beginning.
This happened if I didn't take my meds.
"Is everything alright with you?"
(Y/N) looked worried at me and I had to find a good answer to make her believe me.
"I am fine, (Y/N). I was just thinking about a good joke, but I don't know a good one."
Too bad for Joker, because he usually know good jokes and began to laugh. It felt funny and I laughed very hard. People stared at me and I laughed.
"Hahahahahahahaha.. Hahahahahahahaha."
(Y/N) looked at me worried and took my hands. She squeezed them gently and waited until my laugh calmed down.
Once it was over, I breathed gently and smirked again. "Forgive me, but people stare in a weird way as if they have seen a walking dead zombie. A zombie, hahaha. A little invasion could do better for Gotham."
It was because they saw me. They saw Joker and I enjoyed it. At least I thought so until I heard a laugh. It came from the side and it was a young man. Did he laugh at me?
(Y/N) took my hand and told me to ignore them, because they were stupid if they laughed at me. I couldn't ignore that and anger grew inside of me.
"Why do you laugh at me?" I asked and fixed my eyes at him. He took a look at me and came closer. His friends were waiting and watching from a short distance.
"What's your problem, clown? I can laugh at whoever I want."
This guy didn't respect me as he should. I wasn't a fucking circus clown if he thought that. This angered me even more and I had to control myself.
"I have a problem with you, yes. You know who I am, right?" I made it worse with questioning this guy.
I felt sorry, because of (Y/N). She had to watch and listen how I argued with this respectless guy. He didn't look rich or poor and didn't wear a suit like some kind of business men. He simply looked like a man of middle class and about 30 years. Younger than me, but it didn't matter. I just wanted to know the reason why he laughed at me and then we would continued our own way, but he provoked me and this was his biggest mistake.
Finally he managed to answer my question.
"No, why should I know a freak in red suit? Did you escape from a circus, clown?" The guy laughed again and his friends joined him.
My patience was over and I wanted to scream into the air, so everybody could hear it. I didn't care if people watched me, because this was enough to wake Joker's dark side.
I grabbed my knife, because it was decent and didn't make loud noises like a gun. I carried both with me, but this time I chosed the knife. I hid it under my jacket and looked into the guy's eyes. He should know who I am before I hurt him.
"Ohh. You should know me. I am no circus clown. I am a freak with a knife, because you have just insulted Joker. Time to play a little, huh?" I smirked evily at him and held my knife against his neck.
(Y/N) noticed the knife and screamed.
"Joker! Don't do this. Please, I beg you."
She meant it good with me, but Joker took over hand and he was someone who should be respected or feared in the end. And I didn't listen to (Y/N). I listened to the music in my head and laughed very crazy.
"Hahahahaha.."
I pushed the knife into the guy's chest and he sank to the ground in front of my eyes. His friends couldn't believe what I have done and one called the police. The others were bothering my girl and I became mad. They even touched her and tried to hurt her, because I have punished this respectless guy. My eyes were fixed at them and I forgot to grab my knife again. It was covered with blood and I wanted to punish them too for bother (Y/N). Nobody was allowed to bother Joker's girl.
"Alright, I guess you both are next.. Get your dirty hands off from my girlfriend."
I threatened them with the bloody knife and wanted to protect my beloved one. She should see that Joker can protect her. And I could protect her, no matter what it costs.
But the fun ended as I heard a serious voice behind me..
Cops.. They found me!
I heard them talking seriously.
"Hands up and let your weapons fall."
The voice wasn't familiar to me. It wasn't Detective Garrity or Detective Burke.
It didn't matter. They got me and I couldn't run off like in past. What if they carried loaded guns? I couldn't risk that and looked at the two guys.
"You both will regret it sooner or later. Nobody should mess with Joker or his girlfriend."
They stared at me like (Y/N) and the cops grabbed my arms and hand cuffed me.
I have been arrested and could have escaped if I wanted. Joker has been arrested and his girlfriend had to watch how the cops took him away.
The cops looked at me and didn't say any word at first. Maybe they wanted me to talk first, but I only laughed. The thought of using my knife against a clown hater was a funny thought and the cops finally spoke.
"Stop laughing you freak!"
He leaded me into the police car and got into the driver side. The other one seemed to enjoy it and only laughed at his partner.
"He wants to laugh. Let's see how long he will laugh once he sits in a dark room."
How sweet. They thought it would bother me to be locked up in a dark room. I prefered the white room more, but I didn't care. My thoughts remained on (Y/N). What if she hated me now for doing such a stupid crime?
This was my biggest fear now and I kept my mouth closed the whole way to Arkham.
We arrived at the place where I felt safe.
Safer than at Appartment 8J.
If I told that (Y/N).. She would be sad to hear that and it hurt me.
Back at Arkham..
The cops grabbed my arms and took me into the building.
"Be a good clown or we have to teach you some manners." The voice belonged to one of the social workers here and I only smirked at the woman.
"My name is Joker.." I said and looked into her face with a wide smirk.
The woman rolled her eyes and pointed at the jail straight ahead.
"Bring him into the dark room and check his pockets. We can't trust this.. Joker!" She called me Joker.
I liked this woman already, but I couldn't forget (Y/N).
The cops leaded me to my room and took my gun from my pocket. It was my only weapon anymore, but who cared.
They locked me up and I was alone again.
I took a seat on the cold ground and thought about a funny joke.
My laugh set in again and it turned out to be a hysterical one. I laughed so hard that other prisoners knocked against the wall.
"Hahahahahaha.. Hahahahahaha.. Hahahahahaha.. Hahahahahaha.."
I put my hand on my throat and coughed to get some air to breath in.
"Shut up, freak!" They had no idea that they talked to the saviour of Gotham.
That wasn't the problem. I would escape from Arkham. They maybe thought that I'm a stupid clown, but I was clever.
I had my own ways to escape from an Asylum.
And then it was silent. Maybe I could have some peace. I layed down and tried to sleep, but it was hard for me. The time felt endless and I tried it with closing my eyes and force myself to fall asleep.
Impossible.
Finally I gave it up and stared at the locked door in front of my eyes.
What if someone comes and opens it in front of my eyes? It was my chance to escape and steal a gun from a cop. And then shoot him in his face. The perfect crime!
I would do that.
Suddenly someone unlocked the door.
I couldn't believe my eyes!
It was (Y/N).
"Hello Joker. I'm here to bring you out. We talk about everything later. Hurry up!"
She was sweet. Did she really come here to help me breaking out of Arkham?
She must truly love me.
"I knew you would come and help your Joker to escape from Arkham. I love you so much, (Y/N)." I wanted to kiss her, but she was faster and smirked.
"You were naughty, but I forgive you. Let's get you out of here. I gave them all a sleeping pill and they won't wake up the next hour."
I stared at her surprised and followed her out of the dark room and we both hurried to the exit.
We walked hand in hand out of Arkham as if nothing happened and ran through the city. Of course we took the way back to Anderson Ave and once we arrived, we continued to walk again.
I smirked at (Y/N) while she caught her breath.
"You are so fast. I had to do to follow you, Joker."
"That's something we both have in common. Arthur and I, but I have to thank you for saving me."
She looked at me in a way as if she wanted something else. I couldn't wait and pulled her into a deep passionate kiss.
I was glad that she accepted my kiss and put her fingers into my green curly hair.
This day was special, because (Y/N) helped me to escape from Arkham.
And I couldn't wait for the day where Joker saves his girlfriend...
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Your writing it’s so good! The angst is super realistic and everything gives you the feels, I absolutely adore it. So I noticed you like Jason and Dick, maybe my request will interest you. I’d love to read about a reader that goes back in time to save Jason from the joker, making him develop a crush on her that eventually leads to them being together? Bonus points for poly relationship with Dick and Jason.
TWTHANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST! But I’m sad to inform you that I will not obtain those bonus points :( i’m planning on working on that poly soon, though, but it jut didn’t fit with this narrative. I tried to be merciful with Dick, though! Hope you enjoy and that it comes close to what you requested. It came out a bit short and I’m not very happy with it, but I felt like I had to write something because I really wanted to touch a bit on time travel and another alternative universe for Jason. He really did deserve best.
SUMMARY: You think it can’t, it won’t work, but if it can, if it will… Are you willing to sacrifice everything that you have, everything that you own for him? “In a heartbeat”, your mind unconsciously says. It’s so quick that it scares you.
WORD COUNT: 1512.
TW: Joker’s death, not explicit (almost implied); alcohol consumption in minors (not serious tho). I would say it’s pretty soft.
It’s always been you —  Jason Todd x Reader
You think it can’t, it won’t work, but if it can, if it will… Are you willing to sacrifice everything that you have, everything that you own for him? “In a heartbeat”, your mind unconsciously says. It’s so quick that it scares you.
It’s 2025 and things are fucked up. You’ve been a scientist at heart for as long as you can remember, you’ve studied theories that people have given up, searching for impossible answers and solutions that only appear in comics nowadays. But you are motivated. You have been since Jason changed, since he became the Red Hood and things have gone wrong in the city. The crime rate is as it’s peak, and Bruce is tired. Robins come back home hurt, exhausted, and nothing seems to change. Dick is the one good thing in your life; your eternal shine of optimism and your current fiancé. Could you give him up, all the moments you’ve lived together? All of your first times?
“Yes”, you murmur into Todd’s hair after a particularly long night. Dawn? You can see the sun behind the curtains of his small room, but you don’t move. Not now that he has finally managed to sleep. He called you, as it’s been happening for a while now that his birthday is coming, with a trembling voice and disorientated. Sometimes he can’t even remember his name or recognize his own reflection in the mirror. You’ve wished for as long as you’ve known him to make him have less of a burden. You have longed for him having a night of total rest; no nightmares, no shouting, no choking you in the middle of the night because he thinks someone is attacking him, someone is going to take him and-and-
(Jason was fifteen when it happened. He has never left the chair where the Joker tortured. He was just a kid, full of illusion and love for Bruce, who did not protect him back, who did nothing in retaliation. He bitterly cries a lot of times when he confesses that, and you hold him dear like he is the only thing that matters, because he is)
So when the opportunity is offered, the diamond that shines on your finger seems less important, and giving up Dick, your compromise, the devasted world that’s incoming if things continue this way… You cry as you pull the lever. And it’s done.
 * * *
You’re fifteen, just his age; and you know the day it is, the things you have to do to change things, fuck up probably the entire universe, but you are willing to do it. Not because you want him (you do), or because you hated your life back in the now forgotten Gotham (but you did) – but because you want him to be happy.
Whatever the cost.
Things change. Brutally, to say the least. Jason doesn’t die, and the Joker is killed; by accident, some would say as he broke his head open in a brutal fall. Bruce broke his own code and gave up his vigilante life. You never get to meet Damian, and you think you see Tim once in the street, but it’s-it’s nothing really. It doesn’t matter. You were prepared to give it all up when you changed things, and they have.
 * * *
Jason loves you. You fall in love, almost accidentally. You were fifteen when you gave the tip to Batman, and Jason has managed to live a full life: he’s had the high school experience (too easy for him) and finally the university one. You had it both together, briefly coinciding with Dick when you were freshmen and he was a senior. But now things are different. Jason and thus you are 21, and Dick is 25. He is working for Bruce, and word says he is going to inherit it all in a not so distant future. It is not what he wants, not really, but he is proud. He is going to make Bruce proud.
(Sometimes you wonder if he knows. If he is the same Dick that you have left behind, that you will know nothing more about ever again. It tears your heart apart, and Jason sometimes sees you crying, but he doesn’t ask. Does he know it too? Can he imagine such a future without you?)
You don’t talk about it, but it’s there. It’s always been there since you both were seventeen and you kissed, shyly, for first time after trying out alcohol in a high school party. If you were going to go full dumb for once, you were going to do it properly. And you have the mind of someone who should be over these things, who has more experience and knowledge than all of these hormonal teenagers together, but you play along because in some way your mind has regressed as well. Accommodating is not easy, but you get to see friends you thought dead in the years to come, sparsely; they are happy, they are now married to other people, they are older and some are younger. Things have changed. And you have more time with your father, who abruptly left you and your mum alone in a bombing attack. You cry when you get home the first night after the time travel.
You stay at Jason’s house at least five times a week, if not more; the Wayne Manor is as big as always, and it seems strangely empty even to them, like something was not right. But Jason and you fill each room with your laughter, and you feel like crying when you see him as free as he is, a full teenager, a kid that has been granted the experience of having a fulfilling life. When you are eighteen, and about to depart to uni, deciding on where to go, fearing he will go you kiss him. You kiss him and he kisses you back in the sofa, alone; if Alfred stays, if he sees anything, he doesn’t comment on. Bruce is not there, and Dick-Dick sees it all, but he is happy if anything. You’ve been his favorite since you were sixteen, and-
“Jason”, you moaned into his mouth as he caressed your skin, your thighs, and went slowly up towards the interior of your skirt. You are young and in love – and definitively not shy, not once you have him, finally him and him alone. “Jaybird”.
Some things never changed. He did continue being Robin, but he is not in search of revenge, he doesn’t risk his life every time he is out there and he is definitively not reckless – he thinks about you, about what he has, about everything he could lose. And you love him, you love him so much you think your heart might burst out, because can someone so wonderful exist and be with you?
You read together in the evenings with your legs tangled under the duvet; sometimes he sleeps over you and others you drape your arm over him, smashing your head into his chest or your pillow. Thing is, he is yours and you are his. Undoubtedly so. You simply can’t imagine a life without him; his laughing, his silliness, the inherent youth that Jason exhumes from every pore of his body when he holds you close, moonlight over both, and murmurs “I love you”, with a tender and softness no one has ever whispered before. It’s impossible to imagine a tear in his face, his trembling body, strong and prepared for combat: a knight that he has been made, forced to transform into. And it’s not that his body is soft, but his muscles are not tense like before. Before, he felt like he had to become stronger, invincible, so as to protect himself; maybe even force himself to drink down the whisky even if he always knew his body wasn’t prepared.
But now… Now it’s not like that. Save the occasional beer, the nights where you both get tipsy and handsy in the dormitories, in your door before coming in and giving it to every little dark desire of yours.
He always sleeps eight hours straight, maybe even more if you let him; and he’s a cuddle monster, who would have thought! He… Has some strange nightmares, sometimes. But it happens fast, like it never happened once you kiss him soft and confident tangled in his arms. He safe and sound in your arms, and you have to murmur “Jay” higher each time fearing he will never let you go once he has you. And you are incredibly surprised when it doesn’t bother you; there are worse deaths.
Worse universes where you don’t even get to meet, where you will always and forever feel empty; universes where there’s Todd without your last name. So as he presses himself tighter to you, you kiss each of his knuckles better, like remembering every little scar, every little memory he has left of that life you’ve left behind. There’s nothing like it anymore where you are, and that is quite enough.
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For 800 Followers!  Broken Trust: Continued
So. SO. The original Broken Trust was pretty traumatic, but I got so many wonderful comments on the post that I did write a second part. Just a warning tho, the previous part to the story contained a suicide attempt.  Here’s the aftermath.
A bit of a warning: one of my babes cried when she read this. It will hit your feels.
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Raven and Gar stand behind Cassie when they firmly tell the Batfamily no, none of them can come to the Tower right now.
Nightwing and the Red Hood exchange a look while B is the usual silent and stoic, the darkness of the Cave behind them.
“Wonder Girl,” N hold up placating hands palms up, noticing the way Gar doesn’t look directly at the camera, and Rave is almost completely hidden by her cloak. He gets the impression of things not good. “We only heard Red Robin is in critical condition! Can you tell us anything about what happened if at least one of us can’t come see him?”
The family of detectives can pick out all the tells.
“My hands are tied until he wakes up,” the de-facto leader of the Titans goes with, as diplomatically as possible, “right now he’s being monitored twenty-four seven while he’s comatose–”
Because Kon and Bart won’t leave him alone for a second.
“–and we’re taking care of him–”
As we have been since he finally called out to us for the fun time against the League of Assassins in Gotham.
“–I’ll keep you updated with the latest news.”
“Comatose?” All three Bats on the screen echo with different pitches to their voices.
The sigh coming out of her is just on the edge of her patience.
“How?” Dick chokes out, “what the hell happened to him?”
Cassie just stares back, lips pursed.
“That ain’t good ‘nough, y’ feel me here?” The Red Hood’s helmet is turned toward the screen, arms crossed over his chest, “Baby Bird’s a Bat first n’ foremost–”
“Not in the last few years,” Cassie counters gently, firmly, “and the last instructions he gave us? Back when there were assassins all over your city? It was to keep the Bats out of his business. I’m only calling because–”
The Batman holds up a hand, “Wonder Girl, I’m grateful you did. But. I’m still Tim’s mentor and the only legal family he has. I’m asking you, please at least let me in the Tower to see him.”
“Batman,” and she massages the bridge of her nose, “I can’t. Not until he wakes up and tells me what he wants. I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
She looks at the screen again, “please don’t try to force this. Gar’s family still owns Titans Tower, and I will authorize the security system to activate if you try anything. If–” her breath hitches, “when Tim wakes up, I’ll let you know.”
Gar finally seems to be able to move, stepping around Cassie to grin half-heartedly down at the camera. “You heard it from here. We’ll keep in touch. Tower, outtie.” And flips the button to cut the feed.
**
The monitor beeps steadily, the only comforting thing in the room.
Kon doesn’t need the soft noise to assure himself Tim is still alive.
He can hear it through his Robin’s chest.
For the last seventy-odd hours, he’s been sitting, laying, floating right in this spot next to the medical bed where his best friend is stretched out, comatose. He’s only takes short breaks to run to the bathroom.
The team keeps close tabs on them, bringing him food, someone always trying to stop by and stick around to keep him company.
(He knows what they’re trying to do.)
Food makes appearances and things get tucked away in the niches of the room. Tablets, books, a half-done knitting project, old school Playstation hooked up to the television, origami cranes all over the place.
The team is worried about both of them, and Kon still hadn’t told everyone what really happened out there, how he came to be flying madly in the Tower, sobbing while he carried Tim’s body, limp and still, blood everywhere. They’re worried because Kon’s been exhibiting signs of shock, white as a ghost, and quietly crying while Raven, BB, Cassie, and Miguel sprinted into action, getting their former Robin into the medical bay and working fast to try saving his life.
Kid Flash had watched from behind his working teammates, holding Kon tightly in both arms to keep the super on his feet, eyes wide when he catches glimpses of Tim’s slack, white face, blood on the pillow, on gloved hands, making everything more red than the old Robin tunic.
Since then, Kon’s been a wreck, unable to talk about it without breaking down, his immeasurable strength utterly useless in the face of whatever had happened to Tim.
(Raven and Gar went into the Safe Room of the Tower to talk it out, wondering if Luthor had some tech still hidden in their Superboy, if it was just like the time he’d broken Tim’s arm–)
So, the Titans absolutely close ranks, stay on edge, monitoring, waiting, watching, trying to be there for their teammate, trying to console him when Kon admitted he couldn’t stop Tim in time, he couldn’t stop him, didn’t know what he was going to do until it was too fucking late–
It’s enough to put the pieces together without forcing Superboy to come out and say it directly, keeping the pressure in the room for if...when Tim finally woke up.
New Protocols start appearing in the database the very next hour.
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When he comes to, his mouth is so dry and his head is killing him.
Seriously.
The familiar room in the Tower’s Med Bay is soothing at least, not like he wants to be caught by the Joker right now or anything because that? Would not be conducive to Good Morning, Robin.
His senses gradually come back online, and turning his head on the pillow is just short of agonizing.
Conner Kent, Superboy, is sitting by the bed, head in his hands, shoulders shaking gently and Tim Drake’s eyes go wide, all the pain in his head forgotten when he sees his Superboy look up with red, watery eyes.
Tim shoots up in bed, can’t look away, can’t focus on the pain rolling down his spine with the movement.
“Kon?” Is a whisper, a broken sound, “Kon is it really you?”
Because fuck, he’s going to cry too, isn’t he?
(Oh yeah. Yeah, he is.)
“Tim! Oh my God, you’re awake! Tim, you’re awake!” The super barely has enough time to get to his feet before Tim Drake launches himself out of the medical bed, wires and IVs be damned, hurling himself straight at the red S shield against the black t-shirt.
Just like he expects, Conner Kent, Kon-El, Superboy, his best fucking friend–
–catches him.
Kon’s knees give out and they’re on the floor, sobbing against each other, Tim’s arms tight around him, holding on like he thought Kon would disappear the second he let him go, and all Tim is saying sounds vaguely like, “you’re alive, you’re alive! How the hell are you alive?!” where his face is buried in the side of Kon’s throat.
The camera are apparently working just fine because KF is in that room in the two seconds it took for Tim to launch himself out of bed and send the two sprawling all over the floor, ripped out wires all over them.
The speedster, his own eyes wet with relief, is gentle when he kneels next to them, when he touches Kon’s shoulder and lays a hand softly to the center of Tim’s back.
Bart’s mouth opens, ready to say something smarmy to cover up the emotions, something like, “hey, hey. Almost dead guys have to be in bed,” when Tim’s watery eyes are looking up at him and his expression is utterly fucking broken.
“Bart?” Cracks in Tim’s hitching chest, his eyes wide and wet and spilling over, and hands shaking but moving so fast to reach out and grip Bart’s shoulder. “Bart, you...Oh my God, you too! You’re back? You’re alive! You’re both alive.”
He has every intention of leaping up to throw both arms around Kid Flash as well, to bring him down and hold on to both of them forever, but when he tries to stand this time, his legs won’t hold his weight.
It’s only because the two of them are so super that he doesn’t go falling back down to the ground, both muscling a shoulder under his arms, sliding free hands around his waist. This time it’s Tim’s shoulders shaking while he bites down on his lower lip hard and tries to stop his eyes from spilling the fuck over, tries to keep the sobs trapped in the center of his chest where it won’t come out.
(Because he’s Robin, and that shit doesn’t happen…
And yet, here we are.)
He totally fails, and now they’re never going to let him live it down.
Bart darts across the room, viciously slams the intercom and yells for everyone to get to the Med Bay because their bird is awake, and someone needs to come down and put his damn IVs back in!
Then he’s hot-footing it back across the room, sliding on his knees to be right on Tim’s empty side, squirreling both arms under Tim’s since Kon’s is around his shoulders.
“I can’t believe it,” Tim sobs against the side of Kon’s face, wrapped in both of them. “I can’t...I can’t–”
“Tim, my bro,” Bart frees a hand to wipe across his eyes, “that’s our line. For fuck’s sake, you’ve been a coma for days. Do you have any idea how worried everyone is? Cassie is might literally punch you hard enough to break your head open again.”
“After you’re okay,” Kon’s voice is muffled and watery against his shoulder.
“After you’re okay,” Bart parrots back, “you asshole, you stupid, stupid asshole.”
“Asshole,” Kon chokes out, “how could you be so fucking stupid? Why didn’t you call me? Why...why didn’t–”
“You were dead. Both of you were dead, Kon. How could I have–”
And it’s a whoa moment right there.
Something very not crash.
“Tim what are you talking about? We’ve been back almost–”
With a terrible feeling in his gut, Kon cuts right in, “what’s the last thing you remember?”
With wide eyes, the super grabs both of Tim’s shoulders, “Tim. What the last thing you remember?”
“I...I moved to Blüdhaven. Because Steph. Steph...and you and you right after my dad,” He falters, pulling back, being Robin, trying to keep it the hell together.
(But he was literally the only one left standing. Just him and Dick and B, but that still didn’t make it better, didn’t make the pain go away, didn’t fill the void, didn’t bring them back.)
“What?” Kon mumbles, numb, not realizing his grip has gotten tighter and tighter until Tim flinches in his hold and Bart is pushing the center of his chest.
It takes a minute. A very long minute for him to breathe because Kon has such a bad feeling about where this might be going.
It takes Bart just a few more seconds than Kon. “Tim, Stephanie Brown isn’t dead. She’s alive.”
“Wh-what?” And even if his head is starting to hurt again, even if the nausea is building, he can push it all away with that sentence, with someone else he loved apparently alive. “She’s–she’s what now?”
Bart and Kon are looking at him intently from both sides, noticing how his expression crumbles, his shoulders slumping in shock, his eyes are blown wide, and he’s pulling back from them both, looking pale and unsteady.
Unconsciously, they tighten their grips around him, ready to catch, ready to hold him up, ready to be what he needed.
(It’s time to stop running.)
When Cassie slides almost past the door to the Med Bay, beating Gar literally by a hair, the small leopard gets with the program and leaps over her shoulder effortlessly transforming so they come to the three idiots on the floor.
“What the hell are you doing? Why isn’t Tim in bed?”
“Totes pulled out your IVs, man,” Gar tisks at him, the trembly kind of relieved to see one of his besties, a good teammate, a good leader, look up at him again instead of unmoving and unnaturally still. “Rave’s gonna get moody, right? No one wants to see that.”
He and Cassie are gentle, keeping in mind he’s the only one on the team that could get this fucked up and not die, while they get him back to bed.
Their resident supernatural specialist and part-time nurse comes in more serenely than her teammates, eyes warm when she spots Tim’s dazed eyes just watching them reinsert his IV and put patches back on his chest, a tube under his nose.
Looking up at Cassie, sees her I’m relieved you aren’t dead expression and just smiles dopily up at her (he can’t help a flash of awkward because, well, he’d kissed his best friend’s girl – they thought he’d been dead at the time, but...wait, does it still count?). His brain is fuzzy with the crazy emotional rollercoaster since he’d woken up and see his best friends alive, is still reeling a little bit from Steph. It makes him literally itch to get back to Gotham even if he’s sinking further down into the softer-than-it-should-feel medical bed with most the team scrambling around them.
He glances up when he catches Raven injecting something in his IV, smiles at her too.
But, it’s fine. He’s going to stay long enough to let them take care of him because he doesn’t have to go back to Blüdhaven and that shitty hovel he’d been holding up in after things went so, so wrong. Bruce had taken them training, had worked with Dick to bring Tim back from a terrible edge.
The three of them were working better together, and he’s staying at the Manor instead of his...his parent’s house or the Carriage House where he’d passed the heck right out more than once in his tenure as Robin.
Things are finally better.
And now? Now that he’s got Conner and Bart back, now that he can head back to Gotham and Steph...his Steph will be alive–
He’ll have cases to work and school to eventually go back to, or at least the GED test to take. He’ll have Gotham, dirty and dingy, corrupt and cold and cruel while being a beacon to the best and brightest and the dreamers and the innocent. He’ll have the Cave and his room down the hall from Bruce. He’ll sign the paperwork to change his last name–
(Drake-Wayne, who would have thought?)
–and try to make friends with Damian, again.
When it gets too much, he can come back to the New Teen Titans, and work it out with his team.
Life? Life is finally going his way.
(And if he doesn’t remember anything from before clearly enough to explain how he got hurt, well, that’ll wait until he wakes up.)
*Note: I imagine Tim’s memory is stuck on the One Year Later arc where after Tim, Bruce, and Dick went on some kind of training journey and afterwards, he comes back to reform the New Teen Titans, Cass is in the wind, probably not even Black Bat yet, and he’s sporting a red and black suit. It’s after he tried to clone Bart and Kon? I’m a little fuzzy on how the events fall, so I’m pretty much making it up as I go along :D
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sleepymarmot · 4 years
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The Untamed liveblog, eps. 8-15
8
The rabbit scene was already in the previous episode! What is this editing? Are these episodes from different cuts of the show or something?
Why is it unmanly to hold rabbits? Also DON'T THROW SMALL ANIMALS LIKE INANIMATE OBJECTS FOR FUCK'S SAKE
Ok but I'm getting concerned for these rabbits. Did Yi feed them before? Has WWX been feeding them since then? Are they gonna be alright? This is very important!
Does the phrase that LWJ keeps really mean "How boring"? That doesn't make much sense.
Oh so that's the name of the guy who hangs out with WWX... I've been wondering for several episodes
wtf is happening in the falling petal scene
I'm getting the feeling that a full-sized adventure got condensed into two scenes. WTF does "The Yin Iron deprived the peony, the leading flower, and the true Lady Florist was held in captivity" mean???
Anyway why are you sharing this top-secret info, that even your siblings aren't allowed to know, with a buddy from your class?
Clever trick, Wen Qing!
9
Am I finally getting a back-to-back fight?..
So, if the statues steals people's "spiritual cognition" (=souls?), and the Wen guy making them into puppets was a separate thing, then why did their spiritual cognition return not when the statue was subdued, but when Wen's bird was killed?
Wait, since when does Jiang Cheng know about the Yin Iron?
10
WWX is SO offended someone wants to be more smug and insolent than him
So now they're talking openly about the Yin Iron right in front of those two strangers...
How did they start the conversation at night in one location and continue at daytime at a different location, and not the one where the characters were heading
Seriously who tf calls their castle "The Unclean Realm"
Does Xue Yang's face not get tired from non-stop smirking? Is it frozen like this? Is he this world's Joker?
omg did LWJ just smile at hearing WWX's voice
Alright, when 10 minutes ago I thought "Meng Yao, sweetie, kill that clown", this is not what I had in mind
SOMEBODY GIVE MENG YAO A HUG (after some emergency medical care) HE HAS DONE NOTHING WRONG IN HIS LIFE. Can Xichen adopt him now?
11
Wow, the Jiangs seem to have an actually healthy family relationsh-- *the mother shows up* Uh, nevermind
Why is the Lan Grand Master suddenly dying?
LWJ gave up himself and the Iron shard just to save one traitor?!
I hope everyone enjoys their time in Morrowind! (They obviously won't)
12
*insert a quarantine joke here*
Wow, LWJ switched to the protective mode very unexpectedly (Is that because he just lost his entire clan and therefore the primary subject of his loyalty? and the next in line, to everyone’s surprise, was WWX?)
this beast is the least convincing special effect I've ever seen, including 60s Doctor Who
13
"stranded together and tending to each other's wounds while trying to repress your feelings" in a TV show instead of AO3 makes me feel like I'm in a parallel dimension
for a few wild moments I thought he was going to suck infected blood out of his leg
Just! Do! It! The long fucking stare where he's Considering killed me.
"Let's trigger your crush's PTSD to make him talk about it" and other useful therapy tricks
14
I really didn't get what LWJ was doing in the fight scene. He was describing a technique of killing with strings physically, right, not with the sound they produce? Which made me think he had a spare set of strings on his person, which would have been a refreshing change from all other fictional battle musicians who never carry backup, but from the montage sequence it was pretty clear he just collected bowstrings, and also iirc he summons his guqin anyway. But also it really doesn't look like he accomplished much behind injuring his own hand.
you can have hurt/comfort in both directions, as a treat
dude, just relax and don't try to make it less awkward
a whole-ass flashback to their Meet Cute, no less!
please do not flash back to That One Scene like it was something cute and ruin the whole montage
so he knew the main group escaped, then?
What's the cave timeline? Did it take the two of them several days to prepare the attack on the monster, and after WWX passed out, he hasn't awoken until the rescue, as the editing suggests? Or was there an unseen period of time where WWX and LWJ sat together in a cave, slowly dying from hunger and having no interesting conversations to show whatsoever? The former sounds a ton more convincing, but gathering arrows and bowstrings is a job for several hours, not several days...
I have already written a post about having mixed feelings in response to female characters written in a misogynistic way; here is just another example. Lady Jiang's shrill insults make me want to curl up, cover my ears and close my eyes to hide, or to shout back to chase her away. And at the same time I hate that someone deliberately presented a woman speaking her mind and reasserting her right as a co-lead of the household in an offputting way, to show how she's ruining the family by not being docile and submissive enough. And -- I still don't have anything to like in her to spite the misogynistic writing; should I invent something out of principle, or should I play along with the misogyny game?
As someone more familiar with Japan than China (fantasy or not), it breaks my brain every time I notice people wearing shoes inside lmao
For the first time in this show, after I thought "give him a hug already", a character actually did it on screen
15
After watching 7 episodes in one day, I am finally skipping the opening sequence for the first time
even when the mother fights the bad guys, she somehow does it in a shitty classist way. the purple whip and the combat handmaidens are cool tho
the trio screaming for their father departing to certain death was the first thing in the show to make me cry
kinda wild how the show fluctuates between: 20%: a compilation of time-tested relationship tropes :) 80%: well that was nice while it lasted but back to the plot. HELLO NAUGHTY CHILDREN IT'S PARENT DEATH AND CLAN DESTRUCTION TIME
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Unrelated to anything above, I'm still hoping for a scene (maybe near the end of the flashback for maximum dramatic irony) where WWX says jokingly to LWJ "Whose funeral have you been dressing for?", with the answer hanging in the air but remaining unsaid: "Yours, Wei Wuxian" (wouldn’t work at the point I’m at rn, for example, because he’s currently mourning his entire clan)
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tiny-ruby-seeds · 5 years
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Been debating on posting this theory for a bit now but I’ve recently decided... You know what? 
Why not? 
If I’m wrong then I’m wrong. Cool. Worse comes to worse we get to chat about things. And I got a read more as it’s gonna be a long one... Sorry to the Michael stans in advanced... 
This may hurt. 
Okay... Been rewatching the last episode "Return to the Murder House" as well as "The Morning After" and "Forbidden Fruit" bit lately.
One because JESSICA LANGE IS A BEAST and GODS did I miss Queen Constance Langdon. Two because... Our Return felt... off.
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Not because of the slew of Omen references cause that was to be expected. In fact, I was going to be upset if we didn't have on crazy person yell "IT'S ALL FOR YOU MICHAEL!" at least once (which we did btw right before that poor girl got Aztec style sacrificed. Why does it always gotta be the heart? Ouch!). But because I felt like there were holes in Constance's, Ben's, and possibly even Vivian's stories when we compare all of the details Michael himself has said about what he does.
Not big ones but... 
Enough that I couldn't help but wonder when rewatching a few times why it bugged me. It took my rewatching "Forbidding Fruit" & "Could it be... Satan?" that it hit me what it was.
Now we've seen Michael kill- like actually without a doubt kill on screen- three times now. 
Once the asshole Butcher (seriously, who cares what's she's using it for? It's just a goat's head and if she wants to pay for it, why not?)...
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... The second that Cop who was "interrogating" him (more like “beat the hell out him” ), and the third the Cop who saw him escaping (who probably would have posted his and Ariel's pictures Everywhere, let’s be real here). All of whom- Well in Michael's mind- deserved it or did so to protect himself. 
Now I know they were throw away characters but... It's curious that we saw it compared to his "earlier" kills. 
In fact... Thos earlier kills were right there, right in front of us in all it's shocking & horrifying glory. All of the characters even had lines for goodness sakes. 
But some of his big kills this episode...  Nothing but dead bodies.  
The couple who moved into the house had a few lines, sure, but not enough to really stick out save for "Same-Sex Couple that Bought the house" (I'm not going to touch their sexualities on this theory cause I'm sure there are many rants posted online on this & I cannot say anything that hasn't been said before other than the fact I groaned quite a bit when it happened... Again. Sigh
Anyway...)
We never got a proper introduction to them as Constance, Ben, and possibly Vivian only focused on the end of the encounter. Strange huh? Well...
Of course, we wouldn't see it, the Harmons and Constance are telling their story of this “Terrible Monstrous Boy” killing people (I'm not going to touch the animals in this theory as I think that's purely his demonic nature coming out like a cat, as horrifying as it was & he appears to have stopped after his... Uhh... growth spurt). But we didn't see Constance hire the nanny or bring in the priest & we only saw the ladies who bought the home when they moved in. 
So why is that exactly? Is it because they are throw away characters? But even most throwaway characters have a few lines, and the Harmons walked around the house before they bought they didn’t move in right away (although as someone who works in the housing market that purchased bugged the hell out of me but that is something else). So why did we seen them like this in particular?
Well... That’s where things get interesting. 
Now we all know the Harmons and Constance are the narrators of this story but- let's be real here- they are the definition of unreliable narrators. 
In fact, I would call them Unreliable AF. Ben and Vivian's daughter was dead for weeks until they found out. Constance didn't notice the warning signs with Tate spiraling among a slew of other things until the SWAT team was bursting down his door. 
So yeah... un-freaking-reliable. 
And, seeing as Michael was so "unnatural and different" (he's a freaking cambion okay? It comes with the territory- Merlin was one too and all the King Arthur stories wax poetic on how freaky his shit was) Of course they would focus on the deaths themselves. However... With what we know on Michael. 
It doesn't add up.
I know a bunch of people are going to flood my inbox with the whole "HE'S THE ANTICHRIST" but... Think about it. He's supposed to be the essence of evil, however, he is still part human and humans have free will right?  I can’t say I’ve read the whole Bible but from what I’ve gathered that was a major part of the start & another reason the angel’s became jealous and fell after all right? Plus he said himself... 
"I've never been a fan of getting my hands dirty..."
So why would he willing get his hands dirty? If there is anything I know about kids its that if they don’t want to do something they will not do it. Period. 
Soo... Why would he stab and kill that couple? Why would he kill his nanny and look so proud of being bloody from it of it afterward? Why would he kill that Priest and shrug it off?
Curious.
But I think I may know why...
Michael has stated he has a talent or (as I’d like to call it) a "superpower" of sorts. Maybe it’s because of his demonic heritage, maybe it’s because he’s a child of both the living and the dead and they say in death all of life’s questions are answered (Addy had said she knew what Tate had done via Billie Dean after all). Either way he even gave it a name of sort in calling it a "night vision of the soul"...
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...It's how he was able to wind everyone up and watch them go up until a few apples showed up. And it’s this power in particular that when rewatching caught my attention.
Now... we know he's had powers since he was very young if the other little hints of his power as a baby are any hint & from we can gather he age normally for a time and dead flies without their wings when he can barely move his fingers? Come now. So when did this power really awaken?
I think I know when and -In fact- I think we all do... 
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With the death of his Nanny.
Now I may be going off the rails here but... Stay with me.
I think he may have seen something in his Nanny, Flora thanks to his “Night Vision”. Something that caused him to... react. 
We've all heard horror stories of the babysitter being a bad egg and we all know how Ryan loves to play with these old horror stories (uuuh it's in the title, American Horror Story duh!). So what if he saw her doing something? 
What if he looked into her soul and saw other kids she's killed and swept under the rug? What if he could sense something terrible?
What if he sensed her about to hurt him and his grandma? 
We all know Constance wouldn't have noticed if there was anything wrong, if the nanny doing her job right, she was "the help" after all. And as much as We love Constance...
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Yeaah... 
That would explain a bit about why little Michael looked so happy as he sat in his rocking chair, why he waved to grandma as if it were no major thing while there was a dead body less then five feet away? After all, he was using his powers in a way she would be sure to call healthy -it wasn't animals anymore after all (thank gods)- and a bad lady who would hurt him and grandma was gone now.  
But this wasn't the first time that Michael would have to deal with these particular powers. 
Oh no... Michael’s aged overnight and then Constance's "divine intervention" which led to another dead body:
That dead Priest at the edge of Michael's bed.
Yeah... 
I don't think I have to get into the current events with the church and the things they've hidden under the rug. Heck, it’s pretty well documented. So can we all really say we would be surprised if Michael sensed something bad there? 
And the fact that they were IN MICHAEL'S ROOM especially got me when I started to think about it and... I gotta say I got the shivers from that scene for a very very different reason.
But, like most things with Michael when he really started this power, this gift was uncontrollable. Michael being so young and growing up so soon. What if he couldn't turn it off? Think about it... A Small child in a young man’s body with terrible things were being broadcasted to him and all he knew was how to was react to them like a mirror with light.
"...All people, given the right pressures and stimulus are evil mother fuckers."
I think that's he suddenly attacked Constance as well. 
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And let's be real here, as much as we love Queen Langdon, her skeleton's have overrun her closet and they are even a few buried in her backyard. 
But he gained control, he saw it was his Grandma before him and he looked as horrified as we all felt in that moment (our first watch). 
Maybe then he started to realize... He couldn't keep doing this. Attacking people. It was bad... He was becoming like them. And besides... it was grandma and she was nice to him. She loved him & he loved her! 
Okay maaaaybe I'm going all fan fiction here but with how he was so heartbroken when he saw her dead, why he blamed himself so much. 
Why he said a few words that I may have cried when he said it-
“I’m a monster! Why would you want to help me?!”
Ouch.
Needless to say Ben showing up when he did was probably one of the best things to happen to him for the brief moment. Ben became a father he never had and encouraged him to be good. 
But that wasn't the only reason he wanted to be good. The spirits whispered to him... 
About his biological father.
Now I honestly don’t think all Tate's actions were not just influenced by the house or the devil here but some were his own (once agian, free will kids). But regardless... Tate had changed. I think losing Violet made him actually change after all he's probably more of a sociopath, and not a psychopath as everything he did was for Violet  (it wasn't healthy but he cared about her a hella ton more then the Joker cares for Harley Quinn). He had admitted to all things he did... Once. And maybe the other spirits told him about it.
Kids have a tendency to want to be like their parents and I could see him all but worshipping Tate. If his “father” changed, maybe he could too? Maybe he could be good one day? Maybe he could accept people and all the ugly parts of them?   
Ben thought he could do it. 
So maybe his "dad" could too?
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Well... of course, we all know how well THAT turned out.
Sigh
Tate... 
You're an interesting, multi-layered, and complicated character and I love you for it but... YOU. ARE. A.GREAT. BIG. BAG. OF. DICKS.
Freaking hell dude
Anyway, Michael spiraled downwards and pretty hardcore.
 Like Ben said, all of the dark parts of the house started to whisper to him and he followed suit...
However, that part with Elizabeth Short gave me some pause that he was 100% gone with how our “The Black Dahlia“ was at the end of season 1 (Hell she was pretty ecstatic she became a famous murder victim). She probably asked him to recreate the moment she “Became Somebody” & the kid probably thought he was doing her a favor as it made the pretty lady happy (Kids are weird bro, part demon or no). But I doubt Ben knows about that bit. 
He only said what he saw. 
Didn't exactly ask Micheal on the "why" here and I have to admit I headdesked as he DIDN'T TEAR MICHAEL AWAY. Cause...
SERIOUSLY?
Aren’t you supposed to be a better parent then you are a therapist?!
Ugghhhhhh
And then... The biggest hole in this slew of flashbacks happened.
The new couple showed up and bought the house.
Now we saw them how Ben saw them, not how Michael did. We saw a nice same-sex couple. But... 
Who knows what Michael saw?
We didn’t see them look at the house or buy it... Only after they moved in. So there’s a part missing in this story. 
Whatever it was something that really really set him off, he was waiting for them when they moved in, dressed in latex & did the one thing he hated to do...
...Get his hands dirty.
But he didn't stop there.
When Ben said they would be trapped in the house forever... What did Michael do? 
He destroyed them entirely (or so it looks like of course, I was getting some hardcore "Drag me to Hell" vibes TBH but that's just me) in such a venomous way I was reminded instantly of the cop in the police station. 
Do we know why he did it? 
Do we know how he found out the house was going to be sold?  
Nope.
Ben kinda missed that detail entirely. Interesting seeing as the kid was kinda a squatter at this point. But with the relish, Michael had when he did it... I wonder.
What gets's me the most about that particular scene is how Michael looked so hurt when Ben said he was a “lost cause” and gave up on him. 
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He had mentioned in "Could it Be... Satan?" he Miss Mead had been the one person who hadn’t betrayed him. 
Did Ben know something more... Did he neglect in saying something to Madison & Behold? Would it really surprise you all if maybe he had? Ben has a glorious track record for doing the wrong thing at the wrong time.
Either way Michael was alone. 
For the first time. 
Told by another person he was a lost cause... 
Evil.
And my guess as to why: 
Because he could see the evil in others.
Imagine his surprise when a group of people come to his door at night and all but worship him & be willing to show him the so-called truth cause you know he knew he was different at this point? 
They did terrible things sure, but they were kind to him. His Grandma had done the same but she hadn't accepted him. These people did, and they were willing to do something bad so he could know what they knew... 
It was probably the first time anyone had really done anything for him....
... And when he bit into the heart of that girl...
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Well... 
That was all she wrote.
He was told he was evil so many times... He started to believe it. And hearing his so-called "true father's" voice...
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Now keep in mind this is all a theory and maybe, I’m reading into nothing. Seeing shapes in smoke but... 
Cody has said a few times that the first few episodes gave certain things away. And well all know Ryan has a tendency to make us feel sorry for some of the most horrifying people ever. I won’t be surprised if he turns the Antichrist into something equally tragic. His own version of Lucifer’s fall and... Maybe his redemption as well. I guess we’ll find out as we continue on.
But... TLDR-
I don’t we got the whole story from the Murder House, not with how important it is to Michael’s character. There are two sides to every story. Don’t consider us “Murder House” survivors just yet... 
It’s only a matter of time until we have to go back and I get the feeling more Michael back story is gonna hurt...
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fordarkisthesuede · 6 years
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At the Brink of Midnight - Prologue & Chapter 1
Category:  M/M
Rating:  M (subject to change)
Fandoms:  Batman: the Telltale Series, Batman - All Media Types
Summary:
When Bruce receives a distressing call from the institutionalized John Doe, the billionaire-philanthropist is thrust back into the darker side of Arkham Asylum, where his strive for the facility's improvements are null when faced with a new threat from the inside. Bruce swore off Batman after seeing what it did to those he loved - will he have to put the cowl back on to save the day? Or can he do it as Bruce Wayne? 
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Prologue
[You have:  (ONE) new message. First message: ]
Bruce! Buddy! Uh, it's me, John. I-I know you're busy - it's why you haven't come to see me in the past two weeks, probably.
Look, it's-it's okay, Bruce. I get it. It’s water under the bridge…okay? It has to be, because I... I need your help, Bruce.
Please... I need you to trust me on this.
BAM.
I don't have to time to explain-
"Damn it, ram the door!"
Dang it - Crane, Bruce, Jonathan Crane! I thought it was just the meds they put me on at first, but -
CRASH .
Gotta go.
[End of message. There are no more messages.]
Chapter 1:  The Sign Forward
Important Spoiler Warning:  use of slur - f*g (mentioned)
Bruce pulled the phone away from his ear, barely feeling the weight in his palm. The people walking down the hall - past him, towards him, down the corner - seemed to be moving at a snail's pace. There should be sound, from the footsteps on the tile and voices and doors swinging open somewhere, but it was like there was nothing at all in the world but Bruce's breathing and the whispering echo of John's voice in his ear, so close and yet so far away.
The transformation of John's voice from nervous to hurt to rushed and desperate chilled him in the same manner Bruce might discover a body floating in the Gotham River.
His phone buzzed, a reminder for the meeting he had in ten minutes sitting above the display for his voicemail, and sound came rushing back all at once.
The message had lasted thirty seconds, from an unsaved number that Bruce had a feeling registered to the old landline in the hallway of John's floor at Arkham. The echo of the bangs and crashes were probably from the orderlies trying to open the hallway door, which miraculously had gotten stuck - John probably locked it, probably caused a distraction in another room to get their attention for the precious seconds he had to dial and pass the message along, tell him to come help...
Bruce felt heat burn his stomach. He should have picked up when it rang, damn the fact that he'd been in the lavatory and damn the way it looked so like the auto-dialing spam he'd been getting for the past few months. He could have picked it up on the second ring, saved Joker some time -
No. Not Joker. John.
Joker was the vigilante, the persona hung up for good like the bat-cowl of the person he was modeled after.
Bruce felt a light pang in his side where the latest scar sat, a twinge that seemed to come and go at odd intervals. There he was, thinking about John like they were still working together in the cover of that warm night several months ago, where things had gone from good to bad to absolutely terrible, where Bruce had decided that the crusade had to stop. Their partnership had been like a dream, too fast and too short, a taste of something that, with time, could've been wondrous.
It was nothing more than a dream of a dream, now. Batman was retired, Joker with him, and now the both of them were trying desperately to get back to a normal life. John's would just take longer. A lot longer.
The air in the hall seemed stifling all of the sudden. Bruce walked as quickly as he could to his office, tempted to break into a run.
The office was cool and bright, but even as he shut the door behind him and let the air conditioning wash over him, the guilt and anger and worry that bubbled under his skin didn't fade. His eyes automatically went to the chessboard - one moved piece and he could just fire up Lucius' old computer, slip right back into the old ways and try and get one of Tiffany's drones over the asylum as he dug into Arkham's files...
Bruce shook his head.
John needed his help. It just couldn't be Batman that helped him. Bruce was an ordinary civilian now - well, a civilian with more money than was sensible and an unusual drive to fix the city's problems in any way he could, but a civilian nonetheless. He could still look into Arkham, into this Johnathan Crane, before things escalated out of hand.
Bruce tried to concentrate on his breathing. John was intelligent and surprisingly strong; even if he was put into isolation as punishment, John would be alright. He hadn't been hurting himself or causing trouble for a couple of months, anyhow...
Bruce paused, staring at the vent on the ceiling. He had tried to see John every Wednesday at the very least, but two weeks ago he was told that John didn't want any visitors, and Bruce had regretfully let it slide, thinking that their argument a few days prior still weighed on his mind. (It wasn’t improbable, what with his tendency to hold grudges, but it had seemed strange.) Last week John had twice been put under observation for some kind of medical testing, and thus was not allowed to be seen under any circumstances, despite the drastically different times Bruce had shown up.
Each time, though, Bruce was under the impression that John would at least be told about his attempted visits. The young doctor-in-training from last time had given him a sympathetic smile and said as much herself, along with a clumsy attempt at flirtation Bruce had played along with for his image's sake.
The thought that John had been left hurt worse than before because of a misunderstanding like that didn't sit well with Bruce. It made him feel like he’d been hit with a burning punch.
His phone buzzed at him, and Bruce glanced down at the calendar notification with annoyance. It was tempting to blow the meeting off, just make up some excuse and head home so he could start digging as much as his civilian identity would allow, maybe make a phone call to Arkham and see if he could get a word out to John under the guise of looking into the progress on the asylum's improvements he was sponsoring.
He breathed deeply, going back into the hall and telling himself that John would be alright for a little while longer - Wayne Enterprises came first in the day, regardless of whether or not a cowl was involved.
Bruce apologized for his tardiness and sat at the too-long table with the rest of the board, his phone practically burning a hole in his pocket as he tried desperately not to think about flipping the table and running out the door like he was giving chase in amongst the humid smog of Gotham's nights.
As per John's voicemail (which Bruce thought he must have listened to half a dozen times), any spare moment Bruce had at Wayne Tower was spent looking up Jonathan Crane. There was no telling who was trying to keep tabs on his phone, so he resorted to double-hopping on his VPN in a private window.
There were a few Jonathan Cranes in the state, spelling considerations included, but only two stood out - one was several cities away, working as the head of a generic-replacement pharmaceutical company, and the other was working right in Gotham, a former professor of psychology at Gotham University who was added on to the Arkham payroll not long after the incident with Lady Arkham.
While the pharmacist had several photos on the company website and a seemingly normal (if seldom used) Friendbook page and several mentions on the company's Chirper, Professor Crane had no social media accounts whatsoever and only two photos, one of which was a tiny faculty photo obviously used on his university I.D. However, he did have several published articles in psychology journals, the last three dealing with the subjects of treating fear and anxiety and how it manifested, the last two of which had rebuttal articles from other doctors listed.
At least some of his courses were listed on RateTheProf, and while many of the higher-rating students listed him as incredibly knowledgeable, they and the lower-rating students warned about his seemingly abrasive personality from over the years:
(*) queenofdiamonds
creepy know-it-all fag kept giving me ds and didn't allow me to do the extra credit!! he likes ds so much??? he can eat my DICK!!!!
(***) vintage-or-die
I swear his office hours are ridiculously tight. Make sure to arrive to class on time and take REALLY good notes - I missed a day I regretted it ever since, he gets the point across so well that the only way you can really copy it down for yourself is to hear it firsthand... Seriously, record the lectures if you suck at writing, it'll save your life.
(*) BigD@ddyy
Fucker put down my final paper so hard i think it broke my ribs. He thinks he knows everything, he doesn't take two words against anything he talks about. I don't know why GU keeps his emotionless scrawny ass.
(****) itty bitty pumpkin pie
Great teacher, but not very personable; he doesn't talk much out of lectures. Make sure to ask before using your phone to record lectures, he'll kick you out if you don't. Also I SWEAR he uses a cell blocker, I can't get any tower or wifi signal in his classes even if we change rooms...
(****) dank memes only
He kicked me out for taking a picture of him once. He's lucky he's such a smart silver fox or I might have quit right there. Learned loads tho.
(*****) dr. psychosubb
Amazing. He gave me a C on my final but his comments on it were so good I can't be mad, I learned so much!! Also if you like hot stern daddys that's a big plus. Hard to hate a face like that!!
(*****) the-night-falls-hard
Seriously the best teacher I ever had. Pay attention and you'll feel like you could take on anything.
Bruce breathed through his nostrils. Professor Crane was critical, solitary, and stubborn, but he clearly left an impression on those who he came into contact with.
While there wasn't many mentions of the professor in news, he managed to find a letter to the editor in the last psychology journal that Professor Crane contributed an article to, aimed at the rebuttal to his last paper - and Bruce figured by the language that it was Crane lashing back:
My Dear Editors,
I'm surprised that such an acclaimed journal of psychology would sink so low as to publish the distasteful words of the so-called Dr. Strange. His work - if you can even call it that - is pure fantastical speculation when it is organized enough to be decipherable. Not only does he genuinely believe in the concept of telepathy, but he is under the childish delusion that he can devise a way to see thoughts put into visual form as if it were something to be filmed. Tell me:  do you think someone with such an obvious deficiency of realistic thought could provide any kind of counter-argument to any sane research? I don't believe he's sound enough to comment correctly on the weather.
If you continue on with publishing the work of people who earned their doctorates by shelling out thousands of dollars to a fly-by-night online institution, you will lose more than just subscribers with half a brain more than you.
Regards,
A Competent Doctor
Bruce read over the last paragraph twice:  it could be read as either a warning or a legitimate threat, and it was impossible to tell which one it was without even knowing what it was that John suspected Crane of doing. But considering the rebuttal in question was published over a year ago and the editor at the time was still in alive and in charge, at least Bruce could say that Crane didn't have that murder in mind. Dr. Strange, however, had no other work published since, either in Psychology Now or any other reputable magazine.
Naturally, he could find nothing on the current work of the former-Professor Crane in Arkham. That would require a hack of the asylum's systems, and even though Bruce knew Tiffany would be up to the task, he decided against it. He knew it would tempt him to go back to his old habits, and that was strictly a no-go.
He'd have to pay Arkham a visit, see what he could figure out from the inside - and hopefully, talk to John.
A/N:  Here we are, just as I promised! I got super into TellTale’s Batman universe last year, and like many fans, S2E05 hurt so bad and so so good that I immediately wanted more. Before I knew it I was already crafting a potential season 3 storyline! I’ll try to update this weekly, since I already have a lot done and I can’t stop thinking about it! (ღ✪v✪)。o○
Also I seriously try to put any trigger/squick warnings in the front of chapters. If you need something tagged, please say so!
If you’d like to give kudos or comment (or just read all the story’s tags), my ao3 is here, but I really appreciate feedback in any form! 
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dachi-chan25 · 7 years
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Riverdale episode 6 recap
Okay so it's been a while since I've done I recap (cuz I don't usually have much time) but today I'm hella sick so work is out of the picture and I have a LOT of thoughts/feelings about THIS episode so why the hell not???
First of all I applogize for the format (I'm on mobile cuz turning on my computer literally gives me a headache when I'm sick) I'll try to fix it, and lastly I warn THIS contains–
SPOILERS!!!!!
•So we start the episode talking about fear (honestly I LOVE the intros) we see Archie with his guitar staring anxiously at himself in the mirror and we also see Betty and Polly when they were children, then we have a pretty neat transition to the present. Betty is chillin' on her bed and writing her diary while Mama Cooper (aka Satan) is folding Betty's clothes, oh and my baby drops the bomb she invited Jughead over for breakfast, no biggie am I right???? (OMG THIS is happening!!!!) Alice was shocked!
•My sarcastic baby boy is having the most uncomfortable breakfast ever, (honest to God Imma kill Alice and then I'll adopt her daughters) it seems breakfast was only an excuse for our sleuths to distract Alice (they communicate only with a look #married4eva) So Betty can check her purse for any clues about Polly's whereabouts.
•Their little plight is succesful cause Betts finds a check for some kind of religious asociation (Can't remember the name sorry) they research it on the Blue & Gold offices and find out it's a home for 'troubled youths' #bingo of course they know Polly is there.
•So we have this kinda variety show on Riverdale (my boy Kevin is organizing it of course) and Archie is auditioning but he has stage fright, and no I'm not gonna make any Troy Bolton joke cuz I understand Archie. For those who want to know I'm am actress, I do theater mostly, musical theater, and when I began to study for it I was scared af because even if my friends and family were supportive I had tons of insecurities (and when you are an actor/Singer that's perfectly normal) so yeah I really connected with Archie here (What's the deal with Reggie tho??? First he is an asshole with Juggie and punches Archie, then he is actually decent with Archie and now he is pulling a 'keep ya' head in the game Bolton' and being a total dickhead like???
•At lunch my cutie sleuths are talking bout Polly and sharing food and once again communicating with their eyes (OTP) and for the first time Archie offers his help and Juggie totally rejects his ass (pretty logical tho cuz they would attract too much attention) and I kinda got the feeling Archie is getting jealous idk the way he looked at them did not sit right with me.
•So yeah Archie is angsting about the whole stage fright thing, Valerie is being supportive af (that's pretty cool cuz she actually has experience with this) and my girl Ronnie says she convinced (read: forced) Kevin to give him a slot in the show's program so he has the chance to share his songs (Kevin is totally NOT happy about it tho) but Archie thinks he can't make it alone and Valerie is like 'would love to help but I'm with the Pussycats babe' fear not cuz Ronnie is all smooth and offers to be the 'Bey to his Jay' (honestly I'm not very invested in Archie's love life but he certainly is lucky to have such awesome girls intrested in him) he accepts and it's all very flirty.
•Then we have Mama Lodge and Papa Andrews talking bussines, it seems things are not going good but Fred refuses to 'let his people go' cuz he felt real bad the last time he did (he is talking about Juggie's dad isn't he?) anyway he is not doing them any good either cuz for the looks of it the money is not enough for the payrolls, Fred has a plan tho, he wants to convince the new owner of the Drive In to give him the construction job and he asks for Hermione's help (which is hillarious cuz we, the viewers, know the buyer was her husband) she agrees and... We see Ronnie (i LOVE her) taking flowers to her mom but she doesn't get to give them to her cause she fricking watches her mom kissing Fred!!!!! WTF I thought she wasn't intrested??? Dunno this just made me sad for my girl Ronnie.
•Once Hermione arrives home Veronica confronts her, and is totally logical cuz she is still married, and of course Veronica thought once her dad was free they could be like they were before but Hermione tells her she is not So sure about it. OMG whyyyyyyy??????? Ronnie doesn't deserve THIS and while Hermione can do whatever she wants this is not the right way to go about it. For starters she should get a divorce and talk to Ronnie instead of letting her find out everything on her own and hurting her in the process #fuck them I'll adopt Ronnie too!!
•Then we get a scene where Fred is telling Archie all his 'guys' are gonna go to watch his presentation, Archie is still nervous but his dad is real supportive (why can't all the Riverdale parents be like this???) and he even tells him what happened with Ronnie's mom (see Hermione?? Not so hard to be honest with your child) Archie is also pretty supportive (the Andrews are so uncomplicated is like watching a completely different show)
•We're at school again and we have Archie and Val talking about music and stuff, and then we get a Pussycats rehearsal, Josie is really in the zone and gets pissed at Valerie, my girl Val snaps at her that working with Archie is much more plesant, and Josie looses it saying Val can't sing with both of them and she must choose ASAP Val promptly quits and I'm shoook!!!!!!! WTF is going on???
•Josie, now more calm, tells her mom and her mom is So nonchalant about it??? She tells Josie to replace Val and other pretty fucked up BS (why are the Riverdale parents So shitty???) cuz apparently Josie's dad is comming to see the show and if the Pussycats aren't perfect he would blame her for it. Da fuq????? And what about what Josie feels??? #I'm adopting Josie too
•So yeah Val tells Archie she can sing with him cuz she left the Pussycats and they start rehearsing and it's all nice and dandy til Ronnie arrives with her partiture and Archie is the douchiest douche to have ever douched, for real he didn't even told Ronnie he was going to sing with Val now and just put her aside like a toy or something (honestly fuck him so much!!! I support his love for music but that doesn't give him the right to use people and discard them whenever he wants) of course my girl totally calls this fuckboi out but in her anger she ends up yelling at him about their parents's affair. #protectRonnie #where's my girl Cheryl to console her gf??? Anyway Ronnie goes straight to the Pussycats and offers to replace Val (OMG she gets the kitty ears And the whole mean girls corridor-catwalk vibe it's awesome)
•They are rehearsing but Ronnie is not into it And Josie calles her out, And Ronnie explodes about everything, Josie is supportive af and very insightful tho. #I'm here for Josie/Ronnie friendship (And maybe more) Cherjosieca is my new OT3
•So we get Juggie and Betty in front of this wierd asylum (OMG they totally skipped school) there they must be separated cuz only Betty can enter, they take her to Polly's room, but she is not there she is in the gardens and honestly when the Cooper sisters reunite is the most beautiful thibg, and also Betty founds Polly is not sick but she is pregnant (I totally knew this)
•We get the full story about how she and Jason were gonna run away on July 4th but someone told her parents and she got taken away (for fuck's sake why do you do this to your daughter?!?!? Over maple syrup really????)and OMFG she doesn't know Jason is dead!!!!!!! #go home Riverdale parents # this year's 'Shittiest parent' award goes to Alice and Hal Cooper.
•An old lady (she is the one who recieved Betty and Juggie) takes Betty away And boom!!! Alice is there, the witch practically drags Betty to a corridor and says she paid the institution to inform her every time Polly got a visitor, Betty is having none of THIS shit And confronts her about not telling Polly about Jason, and then they run into Polly (I guess she was being taken back to her room) And Polly is crying And screaming at Alice for not telling her and they drag her away from Betty, And Jughead tries to help but can't And OMG why must Betty suffer like THIS??? #protectBetty #my heart broke
•Then back at the Coopers, Betty is being confronted by her patents who try to gaslight the shit out of her (why are you So awful???) of course Betty doesn't let them out the hook And asks her dad if he broke into Sheriff Keller's home ( we know he totally did) he says he didn't, And Betty asks if he killed Jason her mother starts to laugh (she goes from suburban mom to the Joker in .5 seconds I swear) and says she wishes either of them had killed Jason (I mean I knew it wasn't them, but that's such a fucked up thing to say let alone in front of your daughter) #the Cooper parents are batshit crazy, of course Betty tries to make them see reason And the abusive shits say they are her parents and she must believe them just cuz they say so. #Imma fight them both tbh
So we get this elegant dinner at the Lodge's place, And Josie's asshole dad is there being pretentious as fuck, and I can't stand him (also Josie called Archie Yoko Ono and I cracked up xD) Fred presents his project but Mayor Mccoy says it's not up to her but she'll try to help him.
•Arch talks to Val about crazy dinner time, and of course about Josie's dad, Val says now she gets why Josie was So worked up about the show, Archie tells her to go back to the Pussycats cuz I guess now he is more confident of maybe he wants to stand on his own, And that's a good thing!!!! Cuz Val loves the Pussycats And Arch doesn't want to be Yoko #LMAO
•Ronnie is getting ready to go to the show but she decides to talk things with her mom like Josie suggested, unfortunately Hermione drops her the bomb that Hiram (aka dady dearest) gave her a sharing of his company before going to jail and she needs Ronnie to sign the papers to give Fred the job, Ronnie gets mad af And says she won't sign anything for her mom's lover, and what does Hermione do?? She FORGES her daughter's signature #fuck her tbh!!! #she is driving her daughter away with all her BS
•So apparently Betty is confined to her room, worry not cuz our brave Jughead (aka Romeo) climbs to her window and kills me with a single line ('hey there Juliet' *dead*) she smiles And OMG they are the cutest ship ever!!!! Anyway Betty is feeling pretty out of it because her parents are crazy And maybe Polly And she are too... Jughead tries to calm her down saying they are not their parents (THIS sounds So Romeo&Juliet to me!!!) And he stutters and its adorable And he gains courage And then HE KISSES HER (ahhhhhhh ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥❇🌟🌠✅✔✔✅✔🆒💯💯💯💯💯‼‼‼‼❗❕❗❕❗) And it's the cutest thing ever cuz one really gets to see that Juggie was waiting to do that for a long time (the lil' sigh he gives *dead again* And her smile!!!!! *couldn't be more dead*) now Betty starts talking about Jason's car (I know lots of people think she ruined the moment but consider this: before the kiss she was lost, she doubted herself and her parents and everything BUT after the kiss she regains focus and trust in herself and tbh I find this beautiful, I don't think they need big romantic declarations of love cause they know, they have such a Deep understanding with each other that words are not really necessary) And Juggie gets So amused at her (SAME Juggie) So they are back at the sleuthing bussines and go to check Jason's car.
•Now in the show Val talks with Josie And everything between them gets fixed (I LOVE girl friendship) And Kevin (OMG it's me or he looks like Corny Collins???) introduces them to the audience, they sing a modern cover of 'I feel LOVE' And we get a transition to Betty and Juggie finding the car, they see the back And find one of Jason's jacket And lots of drugs, And OMG they actually are going to go to the police (THIS is such an unusual thing for this kind of shows) but someone is watching them (God I hope nothing bad happens to them)
•Josie's asshole of a dad gets up and leaves before the Pussycats finish And Imma fucking gonna fight him cause my girl Josie is trying So hard not to cry in front of everyone #fuck your dad Josie #you are enough #you are talented And amazing.
•Now it's Archie's turn And he is still terrified, but Ronnie (bless her forgiving heart) gives him the support he needs to go on stage and actually sing, And OMG THIS is straight outta High School Musical cuz after the show every one is cheering on him and wow just crazy.
•But before the show ends Betty and Jughead arrive (like two adorable drenched puppies) with Sheriff Keller And tell him what they found, And OMG for a moment Betty hears Archie's voice through the speaker but she decides to go after Juggie and Sheriff Keller (my girl is already moving on!!! Good job at visual representation writers!!)
•So Archie thanks Val for everything, and they KISS, OMG I really like them together but I'm not So sure Archie is ready to have a relationship, I mean he is So volatile, Idk, I liked the kiss And I hope he is not an ass to Val.
•So Hermione and Fred are huggin and Ronnie arrives being polite af (So classy) Fred gives her the good news (that he got the job) and of course Verónica immediatly knows what happened And leaves #well now you did it Hermione #I just wanna hug Ronnie tho
•The police + Bughead get at the car but it's on Fire!!! And the evidence is lost with it!!!! OMG why?????????????????? Then my babies go to Polly's institution only to find she escapes through the window (there was blood on the glass and I'm So damn worried for her)
And the episode ends there cause the writers of this show wanna keep me anxious over my children til next week!!!
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And that's it I always have fun doing these maybe I'll try to make one for next week (if I'm not to dead by then) I would LOVE to hear your thoughts about it!!!
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Ask the Cat Doc: Urine Marking, Cardiomyopathy, Chirping Noise, and More
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Welcome to our regular “Ask the Cat Doc With Dr. Lynn Bahr” segment! Once a month, Dr. Bahr answers as many of your questions as she can, and you can leave new questions for her in a comment.
Dr. Bahr graduated from the University of Georgia College of Veterinary Medicine in 1991. Unlike most veterinarians, she did not grow up knowing that she would become a veterinarian. “It was a cat who got me interested in the practice and I am forever grateful to him,” said Dr. Bahr. Over the course of her veterinary career, Dr. Bahr found that the lifestyle of cats has changed dramatically. As the lifestyle of cats has changed, so did Dr. Bahr’s client education. In addition to finding medical solutions, she also encourages owners to enrich their home environments so that their cats can live long, happy, and healthy lives.
This new understanding led Dr. Bahr to combine her passion for strengthening the human-animal bond with her veterinary background and knowledge of what animals need and want to start her own solution-based cat product company, Dezi & Roo, inspired by two cats of the same names.
For more information about Dezi & Roo and their unique and innovative cat toys, please visit Dezi and Roo on Etsy.
Cat pees over the side of the box
My 7 yr od spayed female Maine Coon mix rescue cat has developed an odd behavior for some time while voiding. She always goes in the box but when facing a certain direction she often (not always) raises her back end mid-stream and ends up voiding on the floor. My vet said she doesn’t know what could be causing it. I have a 4 yr old neutured male too, and there have been no changes to speak of in a long while. She is healthy. Do you have any ideas what could be causing her odd behavior? – Kathleen May
Hi Kathleen, I am so glad to hear that your Maine Coon mix is a healthy girl and that you discussed this issue with your veterinarian first. If her urinalysis was normal, and the likelihood of suffering from cystitis has been ruled out, another medical issue I would consider is the whether or not arthritis is an issue that would cause her to adjust her position while urinating.
However, it sounds more likely to me that she is exhibiting the normal behavior of urine marking. Cats communicate with each other in many ways like scratching, bunting, and urinating. There is a lot of information they garner from from the smell and position of urine and your girl might just be talking to you and the other members of her household. In order to better deal with the urine landing outside of the box I have some suggestions for you. Make sure the litterbox she is using is big enough to accommodate her appropriately, that it is placed in a quiet location, is always kept clean, and that there is more than one litterbox for her to choose from. There are some options for high sided, large boxes, that you can either purchase or fashion yourself from plastic bins.
As long as arthritis is not the issue, we are happy to hear that your girl is otherwise normal and healthy. You may simply need a different style litterbox to help remedy the current situation.
Itchy cat
Hello! I have a rescue cat who is about 6 (no one is exactly sure) who at one point was someone’s pet. Her person died, the family cleared out the house but left pets behind to fend for themselves. Dory, my cat, survived on her own until a kind neighbor called the rescue organization that saved her. She was bloody in the field behind the house. Her face and back of neck raw open wounds. They think a flea collar bridled in her mouth and caused a burn reaction on her pretty face. She now has what I joke are “joker lines” at the sides of her mouth that caused permanent scars up to the apples of her cheeks. The back of her neck has a spot where fur no longer grows but it’s healed and is now healthy skin. I’ve had her for a couple years now; she’s happy and seems healthy overall. We’ve had laser treatment on the skin where the hot spots are, we’ve done steroids, we’ve narrowed food down to cool protein foods feeding only dehydrated food with no byproducts or allergens. She’s had skin biopsy done and everything comes back with no issues to note. The issue is she still scratches, and often. We keep a cone on her most of the time to save her little face. She is inside only, an only cat.
I’m at a loss. I’d like to not pump her full of Prozac or other drugs but fear it’s the only option to stop the phantom pains she seems to feel. Any further suggestion is helpful. – Mandy
Hi Mandy, bless you for giving Dory a loving home. She is a lucky cat. It appears that she has been thoroughly worked up for her issue of scratching but that an answer for the root cause has not been found. How unfortunate for both you and her.
Without the benefit of actually examining her firsthand, it is difficult for me to adequately guide you in this situation. However, going off your description, some of my thoughts involve the possibility of pain from scar tissue similar to what you mentioned about phantom pain. It is well documented in human medicine that scar tissue can cause excruciating and debilitating pain. With this in mind, I would be more apt to prescribe medications specifically for pain, as opposed to medications that alter behavior. I would recommend you seek a pain specialist who will know the best treatment options available for addressing this type of discomfort in your sweet girl. I hope you are able to find the right practitioner who will offer you a treatment plan aimed at alleviating the discomfort of her scar tissue without trying to change her personality. Best of luck to you.
Feeding a feral cat
Dr. Bahr I am feeding a feral cat every morning with 9 lives pate Ocean Whitefish and Bar S Bologna with Chicken and Pork will it hurt her she eats 2-3 slices a day. Thank You – John Wissinger
Hi John, I am so grateful to you for making sure your feral cat is fed every day. I typically recommend feeding a variety of flavors and brands and rotating foods regularly. Your girl is luckier than most by having the benefit of a meal certain every day and what you are doing to make sure she does not go hungry is wonderful. As long as the bologna is not the only nutrition she is receiving, I wouldn’t suggest you change your routine. She is used to it and as long as she appears to be healthy and thriving, I would continue with your regular practice. Has she been spayed? If not, I would encourage you to pursue getting that done asap. That way you won’t have the problem of having to feed more mouths than hers and she will live a longer life.
Chirping noise while purring
Hello Dr. Bahr! We got a new kitty a month ago, she’s a 4 month old british shorthair, everything is ok except for a weird little noise she makes when purring. Its high sound is separate from the purring, it sounds a bit like a bird chirping. I showed my vet an audio of her purring and he listened to her lungs and throat, he suspects the sound comes from the nose. I suspect it too because I can hear the high-pitch noise coming from it. She doesn’t always do it, actually she hasn’t done it as much as she did before, just wondering if you had any more insight or if you think there’s something we should check or worry about. I check her breathing and it seems fine, but I’m very intrigued as to why she’s making that noise! Hope you’re well and thank you for taking the time to answer these questions! – Lucia Faria
Hi Lucia, congratulations on your new bundle of joy! There is nothing better than filling your house with the love of a cat and I wish you both years of happiness together. I am happy to hear that her breathing is fine and that your veterinarian has given her a thorough exam. Since you both suspect the unusual noise is coming from her nose, there could be several possibilities that would cause it. Brachycephalic Airway Syndrome is a medical term given to various upper airway problems found in short-nosed, flat-faced cat breeds. Does your kitty have an unusually short nose or are her nostrils smaller than normal? Stenotic nares and other physical defects like an elongated soft palate or enlarged tonsils would be some things that I would want to make sure are not causing the high-pitched noise. However, with that being said, it appears that your baby is outgrowing her problem because you mentioned that you are hearing it less often. Paws crossed, it totally resolves with age or that it is just something benign and unique to her. Enjoy your special baby and let me know if you have any other concerns.
Cat won’t adjust to harness
My Loki is a Maine Coon cat. He didn’t like being picked up until I bribed him with treats. Now he tolerates being picked up. which is more than I hoped for. He’s a grumpy old man, even tho he’s only 5 years old. He has shown a lot of interest in the outside world. Sometimes I think he’s bored. I bought a Kitty Holster and a leash, and I introduced the harness to him over a period of two weeks. I sprinkled catnip over the harness. I also used the clicker, clicked it and gave Loki a treat every time he came near the harness. He would lie down on the harness, and he didn’t seem bothered by it until I put it on him. Then he cried and refused to move.
I thought that was normal, so after 20 minutes I took the harness off. I’ve put him in the harness several times since then, and the result has been the same. Once I put the Kitty Holster on him and then fed him. He hid for 20 minutes, then he came out and took his usual seat in the window. He roamed around the apartment but he panicked when it was time for me to take the harness off. Each time I talk to him and give him treats but he’s not thrilled with this at all. Afterwards he sometimes acts skittish around me, as though he thinks I’m going to grab him.
I don’t want to torment him. I realize that Loki might not ever adjust to the harness, but I would like to give this a fair try. Do you have any suggestions for me? – Serbella McGee
Hi Serbella, I appreciate you writing in with a common question other readers would like to know more about. Indoor cats certainly do get bored easily and it is hard to keep them active, engaged, and entertained. I commend you for recognizing the problem and trying to give your Loki more activity by attempting to leash train him. However, many cats like him don’t take to harnesses well or appreciate your attempts to get them outdoors safely. It really takes a special personality for a cat to acclimate to a being leash walked and it sounds like Loki is not a fan of it. Because of that, I would not push the issue as it could harm your relationship with him.
Instead, I would attempt to alleviate his boredom in other ways. Open the windows daily and let him smell the outside. Play for 5-10 minutes at a time at least 2-3 times daily. Continue to clicker train him to perform many different acts like getting into his carrier, giving you a high-five, etc. You may explore the option of a kitty backpack or safe stroller to take him outdoors in. I have written several blogs on how to bring the outdoors in and how to make an indoor hunting playground and new ways to eliminate kitty boredom that will help you with creative ideas on ways to keep cats like Loki entertained indoors. It does take effort but is well worth it.
Believe it or not, Loki is exhibiting normal behavior with his displeasure of being picked up. Did you know that most cats view being picked up as something that is dangerous? In the wild, the only time (other than when they were first born) that all four legs would be off the ground at one time is if they were being carried away by a predator. Being picked up equates to being eaten and is a reason to be fearful. Like Loki, many cats learn to tolerate it, but most don’t like it at all. Unless they have been habituated to being picked up from a young age, I recommend people let them sit on their laps or beside them instead. It feels safer and more comfortable from a cat’s point of view.
I hope you feel better knowing that Loki is normal in his response to the harness and I again thank you for bringing this subject up. Getting cats accustomed to leash walking is best accomplished when they are young and more and more owners are attempting this with their kittens. For cats who are well acclimated to it, safely going outside is a wonderful way to add enrichment to their lives and allows them to enjoy fresh air, sunshine and the ability to explore.
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