#like my father

[localps5]

spidermen rage over cooking mama (relaxing asmr)

[imaginedreamwrite]

Like My Father: Part 9

Ari had caressed the expanse of your arm from shoulder to wrist, his fingers softly trailing the goosebumps that rose to your flesh while his eyes conveyed every single emotion he was feeling.

Every single pulse of desire and connectivity that has spanned your relationship from the moment you had learned he would be yours, had only deepened in the soft moments on the dimmed dance floor.

He was there, always there.

Just as he was here now, mumbling aesthetically while your head resting on his chest and his heart beat a rhythm that was endearing as it was beautiful.

“You’re brilliant and capable, little princess.” It was only Ari who addressed you like that, it was only Ari who had ever called you his little princess.

“I’m scared, Ari.” With eyes on you and Ari, watchful gazes that were either condescending or curious, you had felt the flickering touch of fear seeping into your flesh.

It was innate, the feeling that you would fail and although Ari promised that if you failed you would fail together, your anxiety and panic-inducing negative tracts told you that you would be alone.

“I know,” he hadn’t denied your fear or even attempt to be condescending about how you were feeling, “you’re not doing this alone. You have all of us, every one of us is here for you.”

“Always?” You wondered, tilting your head to look up at him. “Forever?”

“Until my heart stops beating,” Ari grasped your hand and set it on his chest, right where his heart was, “and until I take my last breath.”

After Ari had departed from you, after you had danced with them all at least once, Andy had found you again.

His hand was warm as it settled upon your back, his eyes brightly captivating your own as he led you from the dance floor to the bar that had been set up. There were already drinks waiting for you, champagne in tall flute glasses with gold dust coating the stem that was set upon fine crystal.

Andy had been the one to escort you and he had been the last you’d danced with, the last of the six alphas who had kept you away from the rest of the party aiming to dance solely with you.

You were aware of the connotations of the party and the people you would have to meet and converse with, to gain new allies and keep the ones your father already had. You would have to mingle and sashay around the crowds to convince them that you were the best person for the job, even if you had felt unsure of it yourself.

“A drink,” Andy had grabbed one of the gold-dusted flutes and handed it to you, his hand was softly and daintily caressing your flesh through your dress while his eyes had bore into yours, “you’re doing amazing.”

“You think so?” You lifted the glass to your lips and sipped on the bubbly within, and then you had angled yourself into Andy.

Your gaze had flitted around the party, watching others drinking and eating in the merriment of the grand event your parents had thrown for you to usher you into the role.

You would be the first omega to take on the head of the empire your father had inherited and built, the first omega who wasn’t married off to form alliances. You didn’t have to go to them, alphas had come to you.

They had been chosen for you by your parents, the best kind of alphas to help shield and protect you as you took on this new role.

And as you were taking your position as the head of the crime family, your father was retiring.

“You should give yourself more credit, you’re ready for this.” Andy’s hand produced warmth that crawled up your back, his eyes burning deep into yours as he held your gaze and leaned in.

His chest had been pressed against yours, the softness of his suit against your skin that was exposed was delightful and had produced a soft shiver. You pressed into him with your palms resting against his chest and angled your head back, brushing your nose against his. You could feel his warm breath dusting across your cheeks, and the sensation of close intimacy between the two of you had deepened with every passing moment that he held your gaze and you held his.

Andy’s baritone hum had delivered another surge of warmth to your core and the gentle scrape of his beard against you as he slated his lips against yours caused a surge of electricity between the two of you.

His lips danced against yours, his left hand cupped your chin and the other had smoothed down the back of your dress to the curve of your ass. You stood flush against him, inhaling his scent that radiates and blanketed you in comfort and desire.

“Tomorrow,” Andy swallowed your whine and pulled away slowly, tapping his thumb against your bottom lip, “we’re going to go over some legal stuff.”

“And tonight?” You wondered, searching his eyes.

“Have fun, sweetheart.” Andy let go of you and then reached for his champagne flute, downing the bubbly and setting it back down with a gentle tsk of the flat bottom against the bar top. “Tomorrow we’ll work.”

You watched him walk away, your hand still wrapped around the stem of the glass while you stood and watched the crowds of people mingling. There was a certain air of expectations that still lingered as a fog worked and swept across the floor. Some were still anticipating a sudden and blinding move your father could make, by announcing that you were mated off and the business would go to your mate.

Others had been caught up to reality and knew that you were the leader and you would be taking over from your father without being thrown at an alpha under the role of subservient housewife.

Disgust had riddled some bitterness while appreciation for the change of designation leadership was held by others.

It had seemed that instead of a spectrum their opinions had died on, it was a single strand with two opposing ends fighting against the other.

Some would love you to be the leader; others would want you dead.

“There’s no in-between, not now. You need to show them one way or another. You can succeed and they will love you or they will want to kill you.” Nick’s forewarning was present, he had told you on multiple occasions that you would be a target in some way or another.

You had stood alone for another moment before you departed the bar, your champagne half drank and abandoned, while you had begun weaving in out of the crowds to cross the room. The heady mix of scents and the watchful eyes that followed you as you moved throughout the room had truly heightened your need for air and an escape.

You needed to feel the cool rush of fresh air against you so you could gather your thoughts and find your grounding again. It was innately hitting you all at once, the feel of your alphas somewhere in the room that were aware of you just as you were aware of them, and the careful scrutinization others had cast on you.

In no small measure had you burst through the doors that led to the garden and at no slow pace had you scurried away from the party.

The cool brush of air against your flesh was what you needed and you could already feel yourself starting to relax as the potent cluster of different scents and designations had been pilfered by the natural aroma of flowers and greenery that was planted in the back. It was the various colours of the fauna that had been carefully crafted and pruned to look as perfect as possible for this event that had garnered your attention.

You had stepped onto the pad of the seating area between overhanging trees and colourful buds which were illuminated by delicate hanging lights before you approached one of the hand-carved wooden swings that hung between two thick corded trunks, the bench seat decorated with elaborate pillows and a sherpa blanket for warmth.

It was out here that you found your temporary rest, a reprieve from the ordinance and the overwhelming draw of the party. You had started to swing back and forth gently, using the spikes of your heels to push yourself forward and catch yourself on the return, repeating this process while listening to the idle chatter that had all seemed like a blur, radiating slowly from the interior of your parent’s estate.

The only time you had looked away from the night sky or the beauty of the garden was when you had caught movement from the corner of your eyes. Your father was stepping out into the garden, his hands tucked into his pockets as he walked while the slight stain of your mother’s lipstick had dusted the mate mark on his neck. She was just as protective and possessive of your father as he was of her.

“You always loved this swing,” your dad had come to sit next to you, casually draping an arm around your shoulders to pull you into his embrace, “you did a lot of thinking out here.”

“When I was here,” you quipped, leaning into him nonetheless.

“I tried to do right by you and your mama,” he turned his head and kissed into your hair, his gentle nature was a direct contrast to the reputation he had built for himself, “I love you and your mother, I want what’s best for you.”

“Do you really think this was the best decision? Dad, I didn’t even…I wasn’t a constant presence here and you tried to keep me at a distance from this all. Do you really think I am the best choice?”

Your question was met by a gentle hand and a gentle hum, the comfort of your father had soothed your inner conflict. He had poured everything he could into creating a safety net for your mama and you, for the great loves of his life and despite him being incapable of witnessing a great number of your accomplishments, you knew he sent his love.

“I’ve thought a lot about this, Y/N.” He kissed into your hair again, gently rubbing your bare arm for warmth. “You are the only one I would choose. You are the only one I would ever want to give this to.”

“I’m your only child.” You angled your head and glanced up at him, staring at the man who had given you the world. “Who else would you have given it to?”

“No one.” Your father claimed and nuzzled his cheek against your head. “I would have never married you off like a pawn. I know how destructive you would have become and even if you hadn’t rained hell of your arranged mate and husband, you deserve more respect than that.”

“But you did arrange my mates.” You argued and gently nudged him, stirring a hearty laugh.

“You’re right, I did. However you are not the subservient housewife another alpha would have turned you into. You have the power, you’re the boss. They’re your alphas but in the end you should know that you have a hold on each of them. And I chose mates for you that would have your best interests at hand, good alphas who would keep you safe and help you thrive.”

“What are you going to do now that you’re retired?” You wondered, happily swinging in the peacefulness with your father.

“Take your mama on a long trip. It’s been a while since we’ve gotten to get away just the two of us and no real responsibilities.”

“Mama’s gonna love it.” You sighed and slowly picked up your feet, leaning fully into your dad. “She deserves it.”

“Yes,” your father agreed, “your mama does.”

A passing few moments of peace and comfortable silence had come between the two of you before it was broken by the sound of footsteps echoing on the stone walkway, and the subtle hitch of your heart fluttering rhythmically had been a sign that one of your alphas was approaching. You had raised your head when he had come into view, butterflies in your stomach and your breath hitching had been symptoms of seeing him stand waiting for you.

“Bucky.” You mumbled his name softly, watching him as carefully as he was watching you.

“That’s my queue.” Your father had slowly pulled away from you to stand, straightening his suit jacket and tie before he approached your alpha and rest his hand on his shoulder.

Your father had muttered something quietly to Bucky in passing, a subtle nod of your alphas head before the two of you were left alone and your father’s place had been taken by Bucky.

“You should know,” he turned his head toward you, his eyes reflecting the gentle and soft glow of the hanging lights around the garden, “Nick has had a busy night.”

“Shit,” you cursed and started to push yourself to sit up further, “what happened?”

“Few drunken alphas,” Bucky slid closer to you, reaching behind his back to grab one of the folded blankest, “a few threats that needed to be dealt with.”

“I’m sorry, you should’ve told me.” You whispered between the two of you, shivering from the caress of his hands against yours as he draped the blanket around you.

“Nick can handle it, it’s what we’re here for.” Bucky had reiterated and like your father, had gently pulled you into his side. “We’re all here for you, you just have to let us be.”

“I’m working on it.” You rest your head against his shoulder and closed your eyes, breathing him in before you asked a question unrelated to tonight. “What was your favourite memory from London?”

You could hear Bucky’s heartbeat, you could feel the shift of his scent as it reacted to yours. You could feel the roughness of his palm that was soft against you and the draw of his pretty blue eyes as he studied you.

“My favourite memory of London was heading to a hole in the wall kind of pub and meeting an omega who had been jerked around by an asshole.”

Bucky had squeezed your shoulder before he let you completely relax against him, relaying the story you knew and lived. “It was rainy, cold…”

You lay there against him, revelling in the moment until the clutch of sleep had taken you.

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[mydnyt02]

I wanna come home to roses

And dirty little notes on Post-its

And when my hair starts turning gray

He'll say I'm like a fine wine, better with age

—

I need a man who's patient and kind

Gets out of the car and holds the door

I wanna slow dance in the living room like

We're 18 at senior prom and grow

Old with someone who makes me feel young

[mountainmavensandmuses]

Like My Father (Acoustic Version)

[counting-stars-gayly]

I’m actually LOVING how Rick Riordan, and the other writers of the show, took his initial concept of a Percabeth rivalry fueled by that of their parents and kind of turned it on its head?

Now, instead of Annabeth being wary of Percy because he’s a son of Poseidon, he’s wary of her because she made a callous impression on him. They get off to a rocky start even before finding out who Percy’s father is, and when they finally do, Annabeth doesn’t care. Instead of them fighting because of who their parents are, they’re fighting over their own opposed worldviews.

Then, instead of them arguing over which of the gods is cooler and who was right in the story of Medusa, they realize that, just like Medusa, Annabeth is a victim of her mother and that, unlike Medusa, she is a far kinder and stronger person, unwilling to repeat the cycle of hurt. They realize that, like his father, Percy often acts without considering potential consequences and that, unlike his father, he is a far kinder and stronger person, willing to step up for someone he wronged and whom he cares about.

Instead of Percy and Annabeth’s rivalry being focused on that of their parents, it’s focused on who they are, themselves. But the path to friendship is still the same: a realization that they have each other’s backs, no matter what, because they’re not their parents after all.

[ghostbsuter]

He'd been flying above Metropolis.

Like a good ghost! Doing nothing but relax! Enjoying the weather, really.

It was so cool, Superman came up to him, they talked even! Superman was very, very, uncomfortable when Danny mentioned he was kinda dead.

It was really awesome.

Yeah, the keypoint being was.

Now? Now he is in Superman's arms, very much alive after being hit by a stray beam from Lex Luthors newest invention, quite literally hit from the sky when he didn't expect it and out of f reflex turned back human.

"I'm... alive?" He jokes weakly, smiling awkwardly at Superman's stare.

Danny considered this awkward.

Clark was processing the fact Lex Luthor somehow managed to bring back someone from death, his hands now full of said miracle and—

Shit, does the kid even have family left? What's he going to tell Lois!?

[wombywoo]

retired 🩶

[n7athenian]

Brain literally went from 'oohh this song is so good her voice sounds like heaven' to 'too many people have suffered through broken families i don't wanna add to that' in a couple of minutes.

I'm in public transpo rn holding back tears i can't

[breadandblankets]

au where the bats manage to stay urban legends, sure other heroes know of them, but they help largely from the shadows, they aren't put on display and they're hardly known at All outside of the strange circle of gotham's goons

that changes when duke thomas stares batman down and says on no uncertain terms that he's working day shift

the signal is Gotham's first confirmed superhero, and he wears a bat on his chest

social media goes Wild fighting over whether the Batman existed all along or if someone finally got the tech and powers to make the bat (or a bat) Real

suddenly the world of superheros feels a lot more real to the citizens of Gotham who got used to horrible disasters being either ignored or neatly cleaned away from the public eye, now there's a guy getting thrown through windows and helping grannies cross the street and the war between gotham and metropolis gets even more cut throat

[imaginedreamwrite]

Like My Father: Part 11

A/N: Violence and a few triggering topics/conversation in the second half

“I haven’t spent much time in here.” You observed, trailing your fingertips along the edge of the storage cabinet along the far wall, the rows of books stacked neatly on dark shelves had spines illuminated with silver or gold letters.

Across from the shelves and the storage cabinet were two matching love seats made of soft white leather and dark cotton throw pillows that had been set against the puckered armrests. There was a single folded blanket that had been set in the middle of the couch on the left, the flannel pattern a clashing distinction from the rest of the room.

The desk was stationed near the back of the room, and there were matching storage cabinets behind the desk that matched the dark wood aesthetic.

In the open-faced cabinets were some files that had been set in clear bins, a few framed degrees and other legal forms that would aid Andy and the ‘family’ in general. On the desk was a closed laptop with a phone to the right, the device was connected to the landline and security system that was still used throughout the house.

“Your father did his best to protect you from this world.” Andy had closed the door behind you both, his footsteps muffled on the area rug that sat below the couches and met the edge of the door.

When he had stepped off the area rug onto the hardwood, you had winced softly at the sound that hit your ears with grating irritation. Despite the coffee and the pastry that you had eaten, you were still dealing with the lingering aftereffects of the drugging, and it was affecting you almost as if you were suffering a hangover.

“If he wanted to protect me from this world, then why did he give it to me?” You turned slowly and settled your gaze upon Andy, watching him attempt to keep the noise down as he pulled the rolling leather chair out from under the desk to sit on the cushion.

Even as he had lifted the laptop and began to type on the device, giving whatever credentials he needed to have access, he tried to be quiet. You watched him focus, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed with all the telltale signs of a man who was concentrating on the task at hand like the seasoned lawyer he was.

“Andy,” you stepped forward, drawing yourself nearer to the desk, “do you think my dad made a mistake? Do you think he should have just…married me off?”

Andy had raised his head and looked at you with the same furrowed brows and pursed lips, only instead of being focused and concentrating, he had appeared confused. He leaned forward and rest his elbows on the desk with his fingers intertwined and resting under his chin, he was watching you with intense focus.

He was giving you the entirety of his attention, looking at nothing but you while the facet of emotion in his eyes shifted, and his scent was radiating and pulsating with comfort and ease, he was your alpha and he knew you needed comfort. He was waiting for you to finish, he had every right to cut you off and degrade your worries as an alpha. He could have very well shot you down with an alpha command, one that would have settled in your skin with no chance of ignoring the demand.

He could have overstepped and taken those liberties with you because of the differences in your designations, other alphas had done worse to omegas, and other alphas have demanded more.

“No,” his voice was even and he spoke with unkempt truth.

“Honey, your father would have never done that to you. Your father believed that you could do this. He didn’t want to see you married off to someone who would try and tamper your spirit and that fire. He knew that this whole family, this empire, needed an omega. Despite what everyone else may think, despite what they may all believe, you were purposely chosen for this. Your father didn’t want anyone else to do this, he knew that you could and you would be the only one he would ever give this to.”

“And you? And you all?” You questioned them, even if you had already been reassured of everything. You were in charge now, this was your responsibility and if you had failed it would be your failure.

“We’re all here for you.” Andy had tucked his chin into his chest and drew in a soft breath. “You are ours and we are yours.”

“Everything we do, we do together.”

“If you fail,” Andy had whispered to you, “we all fail. We’re here for you, we’re all here for you.”

You nodded your head and shuffled toward one of the chairs in front of the desk and slowly sat down on the cushioned surface before you tucked your feet under. You had drawn your bottom lip into your mouth and nibbled on your flesh, your eyes captivated by some of the artwork that was on the walls.

There was lingering silence between you two, lingering quietude that had remained comfortable enough for you to be able to focus on the mess in your head and the interior design of the office your father had once loved.

“I don’t understand this, I hate this. This is so stupid.” Your frustration had come out as a huff, and the book in your hands was tossed to the couch.

“You’re not trying.” Ari had gently scolded you from behind the desk, his gaze flickering from the computer to you and your position halfway off the couch.

“I don’t want to try, Ari. I don’t want to try. I want to forget this and get ice cream.” You turned your head and blew out a puff of air, annoyed while rolling your eyes when he laughed and shook your head.

“Nice try, finish your homework.”

“Blowhard.” You muttered under your breath and pushed yourself back on the couch, flopping down on the cushions and then you reached under your back and removed the book from where it was trapped.

“You can have ice cream when you’re done.” Ari had relayed the hopefulness when you had opened the book and held it above your face, however, you were far less interested in reading as you were pressing him for a few ins and outs of the business.

Before you could even open your mouth to speak, the office door had flown open with a large crash and a man was dropped to the carpet uncouthly. Ari immediately stood and walked around the front of the desk, tension in his shoulders and back as he moved toward the door.

“Get him the fuck out of here.” Ari had hissed, standing between you and the man laying on the carpet, blocking you from seeing what was going on while his scent and the prowess of his designation had kept you frozen in place.

“Ari-“

“Now!” He growled and shoved one of your father’s men back, only briefly glancing over his shoulder toward you and then he looked away. “Get him the fuck out of here, now.”

The limp man was lifted from the floor and the door was slammed with a solid thud that rattled a few pictures on the wall. Stunned silence had fallen between you two, your mouth opened and closed a few times as you fought for any words to become vocalized. There was so much you wanted to know and ask, so much you wanted to dive into but no words would form on your tongue.

At least, not until Ari had turned and ran his fingers through his hair. “You wanna skip this and get ice cream?”

“Uhh…yeah. Yeah.” You snapped the book shut and discarded it, quick to stand and shuffle toward him.

“Good, get your things.”

Brick and mortar were the perfect substance to act as the grater for skin and bone. It was a single strike that had him sent flying into the rough surface, and the cry that followed hit their ears. Neither one was apologetic, neither one had any qualms about spilling blood and cutting flesh, not when they had questions that needed to be answered.

“You have two minutes.”

“I don’t know! I don’t know! I don’t-“ Their target had cried in protest, pleading with them despite being one of the men on shift when the bottles had been filled and corked.

The local brewery and winery had been a favourite of their guests, and until now it had been without fail. Until the moment someone had slipped roofies into the bottles before they were corked, there was never a doubt for the local favourite.

“You were here, you knew something.”

“There are cameras! Check the cameras!” He squealed and drew in a sharp breath when Ari lifted him from the ground and held him against the wall.

Ari had looked back at Nick as he began unsheathing one of his favourite knives, the glint of the metal surface reflecting the sun’s rays.

“We already checked the cameras and they were found faulty. Now, you were on shift and everyone you work with has thrown you under the bus. You can either tell us who gave you the brilliant idea or Nick will start cutting nonessential pieces off of you.”

“I’m starting with his dick, he doesn’t need it.” Nick had stepped toward the target and turned the knife in his hands, allowing the decrepit man to visually see the weapon that was going to be used on him.

“He’s losing patience, now-“

“I don’t know! I don’t know his name! Please, fuck-!” He whimpered in Ari’s tight hold, his feet dangling above the ground as the inability to breathe had become stronger when Ari tightened his hand around his throat.

“I got a message, a text asking if I want to make some money. I was told to spike the drink and send it to the party, I didn’t know-“

“He’s lying, you’re lying. You better start telling the truth or you’ll find yourself missing an invaluable piece.” Nick had stood on the other side of Ari, his fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt of the knife.

“I can usually make it easy on a person but for you-“ Nick glinted, he had tilted his head and cast his darkening blue eyes upon the quaking prick.

“I’m telling the truth! I swear! I have the message, I have-“ he shook in Ari’s hands, quaking and whining as he begged for release.

“The message is gone.” Ari’s fingers flexed, and his hand tightened as the man attempted to claw and strike at him.

“It was an alpha!” His hands loosened on his body, his mouth parted as he hastily sucked in air. “AN ALPHA!”

“What alpha?” Nick’s jaw clenched, the veins in his neck protruding as a settled force of rage was starting to course in his body. “What fucking alpha?”

“O-one who was b-betting on having your bitch-“

“Cut out his tongue.” Ari dropped the quim to the ground, allowing Nick to step forward and press the blade of the knife against his lips.

“You should mind how you speak to her. She has a lot of power at her fingertips.”

“I-its not m-me. It’s his words.” He raised his hands in protest, begging Nick and Ari for mercy. “He called her a bitch. He said that he was expecting to bed the bitch and inherit it all.”

“Cut off his dick and his tongue.” Ari’s clear and crisp voice heralded his calm fury. He was pissed beyond all measure but he was controlled, his anger was bedded down under great restraint.

“I told you everything! I told you everything I know!” He pleaded with Nick, his voice getting muffled when a dirty rag was shoved into his mouth.

“Keep your hands still, I don’t want you dying from this.” Nick placed his foot on the target’s chest and cut away the fabric of his jeans, exposing his withering dick to the open air.

“You know,” Nick raised his head and locked eyes with their prey, “we’re not just doing this for our boss. We know things about you, a lot of dirty details that your rich daddy had covered up.”

“You like them young, don’t you?” Ari spat at him, disgusted and vigorously pissed off at the sick man trapped against the ground. “You need to learn how not to fuck with vulnerable people.”

His cries came as Nick pressed the tip of the knife against the poor bastard’s flesh, drawing a few pebbles of blood.

“Trust me, this is good for everyone.” Nick pressed harder, he worked the blade over and over like he intended while their target thrashed and screamed into the cloth.

Nick had stood back once his first task was done, cutting off the ill-gotten member and wrapping it in a cloth. He had stared down at the weeping target, Nick’s lips stretching into a smirk before he whistled for Ari.

“You need to be marked, you need to wear your charges so everyone knows.” Nick grabbed his right arm and lifted it while Ari helped him hold the bastard down.

He pressed the knife to flesh again and carved out the disgusting and revolting word into his forearm, marking him permanently with the engrained and damning charge.

“Now everyone will know what a piece of shit you are.” Nick wiped the blood off the knife and spat it on their victim’s body. “You disgusting fucking pedophile.”

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[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico referring to his mom as "Mama" implies he most likely at least used to refer to Hades as "Papa" and i 100% headcanon he still does but mostly in the manner of him having the entire Underworld wrapped around his finger for being the baby of the family

[plastic-pluto]

pavitr prabhakar i love you. hobie brown i love you. gwen stacy i love you. miles morales i love you. peter b parker you're on thin fucking ice but i still love you.

[earl-of-221b]

I can’t explain what blue eye samurai makes me feel…….its a typical revenge story, a man sets out on his hero’s journey to kill the four men who have wronged him. A lone ronin, wide brimmed hat and sword in hand, roaming Edo Japan on his vendetta. But he’s not a man. He’s a woman. And how has he been wronged? What’s she getting revenge on?

On the fact that she exists. She wants revenge on the four white men that could possibly have conceived her. Who got her Japanese mother pregnant with a blue-eyed child. And not just any blue-eyed child, but a girl child. How is she possibly supposed to live in the world like that? For the wrong of being conceived, for the wrong of being born, for the wrong of being birthed into a world that will never love or accept her, she will kill her father.

I don’t know what level of convoluted self hate that is. Is she a child of rape? Or a child of a whore? Halfway through I realise what she told herself at the start couldn’t possibly be true - it’s not really for her mother. Her mother wasn’t the root of her vendetta, she wasn’t really doing it for her. When she leaves that farm and leaves the chance to live a simple, legitimate life as a woman, she goes right back to hunting down the men. Those men personally wronged her.

And then there’s so much to be discussed surrounding the way she grew up, because as a boy child and a man she can afford so much more than life has dealt her. Her swordfather who took her in out of the love and care in his heart had no shame in teaching a mixed man his art. The face of a ‘demon’ is fine. But not the identity of a woman. Shh. Don’t say it. Don’t confess. He knows and doesn’t want to hear it.

And because she’s lived that way her entire life for safety and security, she’s so completely alienated from being a woman, perhaps she really is he. But not really by choice. Or is it? The thing she does best is the art of killing, the art of men. Gender is a prison and gender is a performance and she has to choose which to perform. The times cannot reconcile hatred and violence with a woman. So she lives as a man.

So she can get revenge on her father, for revenge on herself.

[nerdpoe]

Damian, all of seven and clearly wise to the ways of the world, decides he's going to find his father sooner.

So he does recon.

His father is Batman, and Batman is in Gotham. Clearly with how much Mother tells him he isn't ready to face Batman yet, no matter what he does, this is just a test to see how he will escape.

A test he will pass.

He concludes that the only way to escape his Mother and Grandfather's watchful eyes is to use magic to get to Gotham.

He gathers up as much intel as he can about summons, and summons the Ghost King in a circle designed to compel the King to do as he says. Since this being will be royalty, Damian puts down the constraint of only two days; it should be about that long to locate his father, and he isn't in the business of forcing another being to obey him like a slave.

What Damian doesn't know is that this is the wrong kind of summoning circle. It's just a normal kind of summoning circle with instructions to either find Damian's family or become it within two days.

Now Danny has to get Damian to Gotham and find this "Batman", in a dimension he's very unfamiliar with, or he's going to be a teenage single dad.