Cassiopea and Orion
Ellie had a plan. She promised she had one. This wasn't like when Clocky would sent her off on a mission through time with nothing more but a little note with a cryptic message on what to do.
Danny had given her clear instruction. Before one of her many travels to see the world, Danny, in his mid twenties and she in her late teens, had taken her aside once. Telling her about specific instruction she should follow, should she ever find herself in a moment of need, and Danny wasn't able to help her.
Well, now she was in that kind of situation. Amity Park was destroyed with no survivors. Vlads castle was no more. Both Dan and her got deaged, but Dan had to be put in a frozen state when he started to destabilize. And Danny, he had gotten captured by the GIW shoving her out of harms way and telling her to remember what he told her before.
Ellie was pretty sure Danny was telling her to follow the emergency instructions.
So here she was now. In Gotham. Keeping to the shadows and trying to find her way around.
No one ever bothered to tell her how hard it was to navigate through a city like Gotham. You would think it would be easy to find some guy running around at night in an armored spandex furry costume.
But no, here she was, in a random alley. In a city, Danny had specifically told her to avoid it unless the emergency instruction came into play. Maybe she should just steal a map.
She was contemplatingly staring at a gas station for that until she noticed a shadow jumping over the roof tops. It took her only a second to decide on her next action. Ellie was pressed on time after all.
"Hey you!" She shouted loudly flying up to follow that shadow. "Wait up!"
Thankfully, the shadow listened and stopped on the next rooftop toward her. She insanity noticed it tensing. Now, she noticed that the shadow was a kid. He looked small, and Ellie figured he was probably around 11 or 12.
"You are one of the Bees and Birds, right?" She questioned once she floated a bit closer. Also the kid tensed up.
"You mean Bats and Birds." The kid clicked his tongue at her, crossing their arms.
"Bees, Bats, who cares. My question is you know the big bad bee, right?" She waved the kid of, she had more pressing matter than getting their animals right. "I need to get a message to him."
The kid clicked their tongue once more, huffing and muttering something she couldn't hear. Probably talking to someone on a com. Either way, Ellie took his silence as a form of telling her to continue.
"Can you tell the big bad bee-" "Bat" "-the following?" She ignored the kid cutting in trying to get her message across and follow Danny's instructions to a T.
"Cassiopea is calling out to Orions Nursery before Rho dies to help her youngest."
There was long, drawn-out silence, and the kid was hissing something into coms. Ellie fidget with her finger nervously. Going through Danny's emergency instructions through her mind again until she hear a thud close to her and wirled around.
With wide blue glowing eyes, she looked up at the man dressed like a bat for a couple of seconds before taking on a defensive position. Eyes now narrowed at the man that was clearly studying her.
"I was under the impression that Phantom's youngest child was older. You appear to be no older than five."
"Yea well shit happened!" She shot back, still unsure if she could trust the man even if he mentioned Danny's hero alias. Her hands started to glow slightly as she prepared to attack in case things went back. But the man didn't appear to be phased by it. Not like the kid that was tensing up.
"You will be safe with us. But what happened to Phantom?"
Ellie eyes flicked over to the other kid that had now come closer to stand next to the bat guy before looking back to the big guy. She did not drop her stance yet. Still unsure of how much trust she can put here despite what Danny had told her, she had not yet heard the right response.
The man appeared to sense her distrust, as he kneeled to be on eye level with her. "Jupiter and Rho Cas will not be harmed. Orion gave Cassiopea his word."
Finally, Ellie relaxed, dropping her defensive stance but still watching the man with narrowed eyes. She hesitated a short moment before carefully saying her next words, hoping the man knew enough to k ow the grave meaning behind them.
"Phantom lost his haunt."
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“You know Bruce has a copy of that back at the Manor,” says Dick.
“Yeah, a signed first edition from fucking 1864 that’s worth, like, a million dollars or something.” Actually, forget about pages, what chapter was he on? “I’m not fucking with that.”
“You hide out in the library but you won’t read the books?”
“Maybe I just like the smell.”
“Why are you smelling them?”
Jason looks up gravely. “Dick, I’m sorry it had to come to this, but this is the final straw. I can’t associate with someone who holds such hatred for my people in their heart. Goodbye forever.”
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There are people on the Foo Fighters subreddit who hate Chris on the absolutely unhinged premise that basically every song he’s ever written has been criticizing Dave and Taylor over their fake love affair that apparently has been non-stop since the moment they met. Imagine thinking a whole ass human with his own life experiences, and lyrics that are obviously so personal and honest, is actually just been dunking on his bandmates (who he has never had anything but good things to say about) because he’s an ungrateful homophobe or something? That this dude who fully broke down in an interview when he just broached the subject of the day Taylor died, has used his solo music to take more swipes at Taylor even after he died. All this based on complete batshit logic that certain extremely common words or phrases or themes MUST be about their specific fanfic narrative.
Stuff like suggesting a song like Overboard obviously a sweet “middle aged” love song for his wife (and he has described it as such), is somehow sinister or calling someone out because it mentions “hiding”. Sounds maybe a little compelling if you say it like that. Except the full line “we can pull the blinds/leave the world behind/i know you like to hide from the daylight” paints such a sweet picture with the rest of the context of song, which is pretty damn clear. Obviously they have never once listened to Chris talk about his songwriting process and make wild assumptions because they don’t actually give a shit about him, he’s just a tool in their narrative. Just like Dave and Taylor really, they don’t care about their actual lived experiences they’ve talked about, their families, their real life relationship with other people or each other… just their own narrative that ignores any inconvenient facts.
They hijack every damn thread about interviews, songwriting or live performances with this stuff, while being condescending to anyone who has a different take because “only they understand”
Like we all have head canons, but have some cognizance of the fact you don’t actually know these people. Keep it to AO3, and when you start giving real people the Skyler White treatment (ie unfair villainization) based on pure speculation maybe go touch some grass
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