#roy and jason are just like i mean free stuff

[batfamhyperfixation]

*At a Batfamily meeting*

Tim: As the only one in a committed relationship- Selina doesn't count after your whole wedding drama- I really feel-

Jason: what do you mean 'thE OnLY oNe', you aren't the only one

Tim: oh yeah, who else is in a serious committed relationship?

Jason: Me? I've literally been married for years?

Bruce: EXCUSE ME???

Dick: who to?

Jason: Roy

Dick: EXCUSE ME??? EWWW YOU AND ROY, GET THIS IMAGE OUT OF MY HEAD, MY FRIEND AND MY LITTLE BROTHER GROSSS

Jason: Wait, did none of you know? I literally call him my partner all the time

Tim: To be honest we thought you meant partner in crime, not marriage

Jason: I mean, both but still...

*Later, during the ✨vigilante hours✨ of the night*

Bruce: I hear you are married to my son

Roy, panicking cause Bruce is really protective of his kids: Oh, shit, um, yes- yes sir

Bruce: without my blessing

Roy: uh, yeah, we were on a time crunch, married couples can't testify against each other

Bruce: without inviting me to the wedding

Roy: I uh- you were gone that weekend, business trip

Bruce: I haVE A PRIVATE JET, I WOULD HAVE FLOWN IN! IT WAS MY SONS WEDDING, I WOULD HAVE LIKED TO HAVE BEEN THERE

Roy: I'm sorry, sir

Bruce: tell me one more thing

Bruce: was Ollie there?

Roy: No

Bruce: Does Ollie know

Roy: No

Bruce: your recompense is to allow me to be the one to tell him so I can brag to him that I knew first

Roy: uh, sure?

[rev-wrath]

Pick Me Up

Jason Todd x Reader x Roy Harper

Prompt: Hey can you come pick me up?

Summary: (Y/N)’s date has ditched them and they know better than to walk alone at dark, especially in Gotham. They call Jason and Roy and end up getting more than a ride, they’re not complaining.

Notes: Hurt/comfort. Reader is gender-neutral, they/them pronouns are used! 1.2k words.

Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad if they didn’t actually kind of like their date. Their date seemed like a genuinely nice and sweet person, passionate about their life and their dreams, and listening to what they had to say. The two laughed together, sharing jokes and stories.

(Y/N) pulled out their phone, hesitating. Roy and Jason were both probably not doing (anti-)hero stuff at the moment, however that didn’t mean that they were free. Roy was constantly working and tinkering on something and Jason was always looking into whatever they were currently working on, or the next thing they could work on.

Still, they knew better than to walk alone in the dark in Gotham. Their own apartment was a bit of a walk away too. Biting their lip, (Y/N) opens the contact, hitting the call button.

It rings once, twice, thrice, and then on the fourth ring he picks up. “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?”

They already feel just a tiny bit better hearing Jason’s voice.

“Hey, can you come pick me up?” There’s some shuffling on the other end as Jason moves around.

“Are you okay?” His voice is laced with concern and their heart hurts a little less.

“Yeah I just,” They pause to gather themself. “I just need a ride. My date ditched me.”

“They fucking what?” There’s more movement on the other side as Jason’s voice takes on a more angry tone before he inhales sharply. It takes him a few more seconds before he speaks again, this time more calmly, but they can still pick out the anger. “Where are you? I’ll come get you, sweetheart.”

Quickly they give him their location. “Stay there, I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay.” They hear Jason shout Roy’s name before he hangs up, leaving (Y/N) with their thoughts.

What went wrong? The date seemed to be going well, their date was fantastic, the place they picked was good. Did it have something to do with (Y/N)? Did they talk too much? Not enough? Was there something off about their appearance? Did they decide (Y/N) was just not what they were looking for in a partner? No. That’s not really grounds for abandoning a date during said date. Something like that is what you tell your date afterwards. So what the fuck happened?

(Y/N) losing themself in their thoughts, didn’t notice Jason until he’s right in front of them.

“Sweetheart. (Y/N).” Their eyes finally focus on Jason, a frown on his lips. “Hey.”

(Y/N) shakes their head. “Sorry. Hi. Thanks for coming.” Forcing a shaky smile on their face they move towards the motorcycle with Jason following his own helmet still in hand.

“You wanna talk about it?” Their face falls as they stand, the spare helmet in their hands. Shaking their head they get on the motorcycle. Jason nods in return, getting on. Kicking the stand, they’re off.

(Y/N) holds on to Jason, head pressed against him, staying quiet. Still lost in thought they don’t notice Jason driving towards his and Roy’s apartment until they stop. Turning their head to Jason they see him already in the process of taking his helmet off and as if he can see the confusion despite (Y/N) still having their own helmet on, he speaks up.

“If you thought me and Roy were gonna leave you by yourself after what happened, you don’t know us that well. Now come on sweetheart, Roy’s waitin’ for us.” It takes them a moment to react, their heart swelling. Their breath caught in their throat as they blink back tears. They haven’t cried tonight and they don’t really plan on doing so.

Jason waits until their helmet is off before offering his hand to them. With a small smile they take it. Jason wastes no time (gently) pulling them along.

Up the stairs they go, arriving at a familiar wooden door. A quick, specific knock allows the door to open revealing one grinning Roy Harper.

“Hey babe. Sweetheart.” Roy directs the second endearment to (Y/N) with a wink. “Come on.” He takes their other hand, pulling both them and Jay in. “I got everything set up.”

Before they can question that too much they spot the pillow-blanket fort set up in the living room, bags of different types of snacks strewn around it.

“Wait hold on, I gotta get the ice cream.” Roy lets go of their hand to do just that.

“What,” they turn from the fort to look at Roy then Jason. “what is all of this?”

“Well you didn’t think we’d let you throw a pity party by yourself, did you?” Now holding three small tubs of ice cream Roy is opening a drawer to grab spoons.

“Thank you.” It comes out quieter than intended. (Y/N) was always grateful for these two. They were without fail, one of the best parts of their life.

“You wanna get changed?” They turn towards Jason. “If you wanna stay in that though I’m not complaining, you look great. Just figured you would be more comfortable in something else.”

Laughing, (Y/N) nods. “Yeah, that sounds great. Thank you.” Their feet carry them over to the spare bedroom to find some clothes there.

They re-enter the living space in different clothes and Roy quickly shoves a tub of ice cream in their hand before taking the other to pull them to the fort. Jason’s already there fiddling with the remote, one of their favorite movies already on.

“Get comfortable. We’ve got games, movies and a bunch of other shit we can do tonight. But ice cream first. Jaybird really hates refreezing ice cream.”

“It’s fucking weird. It tastes weird.” Jason says, settling down next to them.

“Ice cream is ice cream, babe.” Roy argues, sitting down on their other side, passing Jason his own tub and spoon.

(Y/N) shrugs. “I don’t think there’s a problem refreezing it.”

Jason grumbles, not willing to argue further but hits the play button and opens his tub. The three leave the topic behind, throwing in quips and comments, and debating the decisions the characters make throughout the movie. And eventually they do in fact play some video games after another movie.

They’ve just finished a part of the game, the talking dying down before (Y/N) speaks up again. “Thank you for this. I really appreciate it. I appreciate you guys. Best pity party I’ve had.” A small, gentle smile on their face.

Jason throws an arm around their shoulders. “We’ve got your back, sweetheart.” A big smile on his face.

Roy has a matching one on his as he gives them a noogie. “Always. Now come on, I wanna move on to the next thing.”

They all take the controllers back into their hands and (Y/N) thinks that yeah, these two do have their back, they always have, and believes they always will.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

The Juice Box Jubilee

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, YJ98, Titans

Summary: A mysterious girl walks through heroes' nightmares, and they band together to figure out why.

Chapters: 2/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Sandsmark, Bart Allen, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Cissie King-Jones, Grant Emerson, Roy Harper

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tags: Dreams and Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergent AU, First Person POV, Mystery Character(s), Confession(s), Found Family, Healing

Chapter Two: playing dress-up (Cassandra Sandsmark's POV)

Sometimes I feel like an imposter. Nothing makes me feel worse than the nightmare I’ve had for the past two or so years. In my dream, I’m eight years old again. I’m in the art and history museum by my house while my mom works in her office examining new items before displaying them to the public. I walked through the empty impressionist exhibit, mimicking the poses of the women in the paintings. I stretched like the elegantly poised dancers and leaned forward, weary and worn like the exhausted women in their pretty dresses in other paintings. I hear a giggle in the empty exhibits. It was out of a strange curiosity that I did it. They were women. I thought I should be like them.

I heard a giggle in the empty exhibit. It filled me with an indescribable feeling of shame. I froze, trying to ignore it at first. But it echoed. “Who’s there?” I asked before turning around. Without warning, mirrors surrounded me, but instead of seeing my reflection, I saw nothing but myself in my different costumes and outfits over the years. I thought it was a prank. I always thought it was a prank at first. “Okay, cut it out!”

I turned to leave the room, but there weren’t any exits. Then, one of my reflections spoke. “What are you trying to prove?” fourteen-year-old me asked.

“Who are you trying to be?” sixteen-year-old me asked. I opened my mouth to answer the questions before my seventeen-year-old self snickered.

“What are you really wondering, girl?” my seventeen-year-old self asked.

Then, they all started teasing and jeering at me, bringing up my worst insecurities. They told me I wasn’t a real Amazon. They told me I’d never stop trying to imitate the ones that came before me. I was a cheap copy of every woman I admired. For all my strength and power, I was a pathetic excuse for a hero. I was nothing but a fraud. At this point, I would’ve started shattering the mirrors until my knuckles bled, but a small hand caught my fist. “Why are you hurting yourself?” the voice asked. I looked at her with tears in my eyes. She was a little girl with brown hair and serious eyes.

“I-.” I tried to speak but couldn’t give her a sensible answer. “They’re right… I don’t even know who I’m supposed to be. I’ve been playing dress-up my whole life.”

“Everybody plays dress-up sometimes,” she replied. She hooked her fingers into the mirror and opened it like a door. “Do you wanna play one last time?”

I wanted to say no, but she had the sweetest smile. We entered the room filled with costumes, clothes, and wigs. I hesitated before picking something, but she spun through the room and changed into items like a magical princess. I smiled, and it felt like we played for hours. She didn’t judge me or expect me to change, so I felt free to try things I hadn’t before. Different outfits and wigs that I thought were cool. And I told her stuff I wouldn’t tell anyone. “I never felt more at home than when it was just me and the guys… I didn’t have to be anything with them,” I smiled, “And if we’re being honest, I thought I had a crush on Conner, but I-.” I trailed off.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“It sounds dumb, but I thought the only way people would see me as an Amazon is if I looked like the ones I idolized,” I confessed, “And then I kept trying harder and harder to be feminine-. That’s not what I wanted to be.”

“What do you want to be?” she questioned. I looked in the mirror while I fidgeted with my wig and straightened the waist of my side button track pants.

I slipped on a pair of goggles and smiled. “I don’t think I want to be Wonder Girl anymore. I think it’s time I stop pretending,” I smiled.

*

I called Bart, Cissie, and Conner to the park to hang out while I tried to find the words to explain my feelings. Bart arrived first with Cissie and swept me off my feet in an embrace. “It’s been a million years! How’s it going? Wait-. What’s wrong? There’s something wrong,” Bart greeted me. He held my shoulders as he looked me over.

I chuckled and hugged him. “Not like you to notice stuff like that. How are you?” I asked. Bart’s face changed for a split second, almost frowning.

“I’m great. I can’t complain. Max is back,” Bart replied. Cissie hugged me and laughed.

“My turn, okay?” Cissie smiled at Bart. “How’s it going, Cassie?”

“Um… I don’t know yet,” I answered.

Conner and Tim came through together. “Hey! Conner brought food!” Tim shouted.

I hugged them, and we walked toward the picnic tables. We sat at the table, and I stuck my fingers in the patterned holes in the metal. “I’m not-. I don’t have-. I’m not going to be Wonder Girl anymore,” I announced.

Bart stood up to protest. “Why?” Bart asked.

“Because I don’t-. I’m not-. I don’t-. I’m nonbinary,” I stammered. I raked a hand through my hair and started rambling about how I never felt like a girl and how hard I tried to be a girl. “So, um-. So when I change my look and my costume and name-. I wanted you guys to be the first to know.”

We sat silently for a few seconds, and Conner poked his lips out and cleared his throat. “At the risk of sounding insensitive, these tacos will taste terrible cold,” Conner mumbled. I chuckled, and everyone else laughed, too.

We ripped the bag open and started eating before Conner stopped to look at me. “Hey, Cassie, we love you. You know that, right? That’s never going to change,” Conner reassured me.

“Cassie, we’re a family,” Tim added.

“Yeah, Cassie, we’re happy you told us,” Cissie smiled. Bart didn’t say anything.

Instead, he waited until everyone left and sat with me. “Bart? Are you okay?” I asked.

“I-. I’m glad you called. I’ve been-. I’ve felt down in the dumps for a while now, and it felt good to see you guys. I know you’re-. I’m nonbinary like you. It’s more common in the future, but I get how-. You don’t-. You and me. We don’t talk about our feelings,” Bart explained. I never expected Bart to say he was depressed.

“Bart, are you okay?” I asked. “I’m pretty sure my mom-.”

He burst into tears. “I feel like everyone’s fading away,” Bart cried, “And I don’t want that. I want you to stay. I want Cissie, Conner, and Tim to stay. I wake up every day wondering if the people I see will disappear or if I’ll-.”

I hugged him. “Bart, I love you so much,” I replied, “You jerks are my best friends… And in true best friends fashion, I’ll tell you a secret, and if you ever tell Conner I will kill you with my bare hands.”

Bart stopped crying and nodded. “I won’t,” Bart promised.

“I used to think I had a crush on him, but I realized something… I wanted to be more like him,” I confessed.

“I thought everyone felt that way about him… Well-. Not Cissie, but almost everybody. I’m behind everybody maturity-wise, but I’m catching up quickly. He’s the oldest and the coolest in the group, so it’s only natural,” Bart replied. I grinned.

“You’re right… And-. Bart, let me text my mom. It can’t hurt for you to spend the night at my house-.”

“I can’t sleep,” Bart confessed. It seemed like a big deal. So, I grabbed his big head and kissed the top of it.

“If you still can’t sleep, we’ll stay up all night talking. We definitely have to talk about your gender,” I smiled. Bart nodded.

[racefortheironthrone]

I have come to realize, I don't quite understand what a back-up story is? Like, do some comic issues just sometimes have too much space for the main story so they include another, smaller comic at the back?

No, it's usually the reverse: the creators have a story they like, but that's too short to make up a full comic, so they attach it as a bonus feature after the A-story.

To me, the acme of how to do backup stories are Chris Claremont's Classic X-Men. In an era before trade paperback and omnibus collections were common, in an era before there were digital comics libraries where you could access the entire back catalogue of entire companies on demand, Classic X-Men reprinted everything from the Roy Thomas/Neal Adams Silver Age through to the big hits of the first hundred or so issues of the Claremont run with edited captions and dialogue and interstitial panels and pages of new art.

However, Chris Claremont wasn't satisfied with tinkering around the edges, so the first 44 issues of Classic X-Men included backup stories by him and Ann Nocenti. These short (usually ~8 page) stories included a lot of "deleted scenes" - so you get to see how things that are alluded to but not shown in the main narrative, like the beginning of Logan and Jean's attraction in the immediate wake of Giant-Size #1, or Emma Frost's Hellfire Club scheming against Jason Wyngarde or Selene during the Dark Phoenix Saga, or Jean Grey wrestling with what it means to be the Phoenix with the help of Storm and Misty Knight, or why Nightcrawler stopped using his image inducer and came out of the closet as a mutant, etc. These scenes "danced between the raindrops" of canon, where they added richness and flavor to the main story without being essential reading.

But more and more, Claremont and Nocenti used these backup stories to fill out backstories through "period pieces." It is in these stories that we see Max Eisenhardt escape Auschwitz and tragically lose his daughter Anya, or go from being a Nazi hunter in South America to a mutant separatist terrorist when he learns the truth about Operation Paperclip. It is in these stories that we see Jean Grey's psychic powers awaken when she experiences the tragic death of her childhood friend Annie Richardson from inside Annie's mind, and how that shaped her understanding of life and death and what it means to be a mutant.

I would argue that these stories are essential reading, because they're often where Claremont (and Nocenti) found the emotional core of his characters, the motivational drives that make them who they are.

Alternatively, backup stories are where creators could take advantage of free "real estate" in anthology books, team-up books, and annuals to tell more fantastical and imaginative B-stories that wouldn't have fit within an overarching narrative. So we get weird stuff like Margali Szardos casting her adopted son Kurt Wagner into the literal Inferno of Dante Alighieri, or straight-edge Harlan County miner's son Sam Guthrie romantically abducted by an intergalactic cat burglar who also happens to be a cockney Joan Jett, and so on.

And that's what I like about backup stories - they're like miniature paintings, where the artists get to stretch their creative muscles free of the burden and pressure of the magnum opus.

[aqua-dan]

🐟 About & Info 🐟

Hey there! My name is Dan! I'm more than a little obsessed with DC Comics. I figured it was about high time that I made a new pinned post, so here it is.

Used to be mew-poo

Personal posts/asks tag is #Dan Says Shit

🔞 I often post some raunchy stuff, so don't follow me if you're not comfortable encountering that kind of content.

I love a lot of different characters, but my main focuses are:

Garth (Tempest): He is my sweet baby boy and I love him more than any other. He has been my favorite DC character for over 20+ years. I adore him and I refuse to stop.

Roy Harper (Arsenal): My second favorite boy ever. Currently reading through a backlog of Green Arrow comics. Also loved for 20+ years. Not a JayRoy shipper, but I support y'all on principle since I'm sick of people being mean to you.

Dick Grayson (Nightwing): Always liked him, but more recently became a major fan. He's just like me fr.

Slade Wilson (Deathstroke): HOT. I am a Slade apologist. If you're going to hate him, hate him accurately.

Jason Todd (Red Hood) I am also a Jason apologist. I'm not arguing with a guy with beautiful big tits. Whatever you say, gorgeous.

Tim Drake (Red Robin) He is also just like me fr. I need him more unhinged.

If you need help finding a place to read comics, message me and I'll help you!

GO READ ABOUT GARTH RIGHT NOW I AM NO LONGER ASKING 👁_👁💦🔫

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🦈 Please be kind and respectful 🦈 Do not harass or shame people for their ships or the characters they like/ships they ship. Yes, I am proship. 🦈 I go by the rule of "Live and Let Live." Basically, as long as you're not harming someone by doing or liking something-- carry on! 🦈 Fiction and reality are not the same thing, and many things I enjoy in fiction are not things I condone in real life. 🦈 Feel free to ask me anything! I might take a while to answer, but I'll do my best to get around to it! I'd love to hear all of your questions, ideas, WIPs, etc! 🦈 Blog is run by queue most days.

[thatsadroleplayer]

Roleplay information

About me!

Kia Ora! My name is Roman. I am genderfluid and use any pronouns. I enjoy roleplaying, of course, writing, art, reading and a whole bunch of other new stuff. I am open to friends outside of roleplaying, if that is something you'd want. I am from New Zealand! This is just a post about information when it comes to roleplaying that I find important!

Fandoms

(This will go in order of current hyperfixations, etc, although that is subject to change and will be edited when necessary)

The last of us (will base it more around the show but I've also seen playthroughs of both games)

9-1-1

Criminal minds

Sanders sides

Stranger things

Marvel

DC

Buddy daddies

Banana fish

Sk8

Characters

(This will go in order of favourites to least favourites to play as, if the character isn't listed but is a main character in the show it means I likely won't play them)

The last of us

Ellie Williams

Joel Miller

9-1-1

Eddie Diaz

Evan Buckley

Bobby Nash-Grant

Maddie Buckley

Christopher Diaz

Athena Grant-Nash

Hen Wilson

May Grant

Chim Han

Criminal minds

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Jennifer Jareau

Derek Morgan

Tara Lewis

David Rossi

Aaron Hotchner

Sanders sides

Roman

Patton

Virgil

Janus

Logan

Remus

Stranger things

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

Max Mayfield

Eleven/El/Jane

Will Byers

Lucas Sinclair

Marvel

Peter Parker

Yelena Belova

Clint Barton

Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff

America Chavez

Bucky Barnes

Bruce Banner

Tony Stark

Wade Wilson

Steve Rogers

DC

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson

Tim Drake

Damian Wayne

Wally West

Roy Harper

Donna Troy

Garth

Kon Kent

Jon Kent

Bruce Wayne

Clark Kent

Diana Prince

Buddy Daddies

Kazuki Kurusu

Rei Suwa

Miri Unasaka

Kyutaro Kugi

Banana fish

Yut Lung Lee

Ash Lynx

Shorter Wong

Sing Soo-Ling

Eiji Okumura

Blanca

Sk8

Tadashi Kikuchi

Kaoru Sakurayashiki (Cherry)

Kojiro Nanjo (Joe)

Reki Kyan

Langa Hasegawa

Miya Chinen

Rules

Do not spam me, I have to sleep, go to school, spend time with friends, etc. If I do not respond within twelve hours, then you are welcome to begin to send me reminders.

I will only rp NSFW if it is something the roleplay is leading up to, I will not do a lot of it and it cannot be the main point of the roleplay.

Do not take control of my characters, if you want something to happen then you can speak tome about it and we can figure it out together.

Respect my boundaries, if I tell you something makes me uncomfortable or I don't want to do it do not push me.

My dms are open! If you have ideas and want to do them with me feel free to reach out! I am open to trying other fandoms other than what I have listed, so feel free to suggest things. If I don't know the fandom/haven't finished whatever it is then I will let you know. If is your decision from there whether you wish to continue or find someone better suited.

Communicate with me! I will not know what is going on if you don't communicate. If there's a scene you want to do, if you have to be offline for a while, etc don't be afraid to talk to me! I will do the same.

I welcome any and all identity headcanons except if you make gay characters straight. I often headcanon characters as trans myself.

I am open to ship suggestions, I will tell you if it makes me uncomfortable but if you suggest an obviously problematic ship I will simply block you.

I prefer long responses, but I will try my best to match whatever length you use.

I will not play abusive characters if they are a main character. If they're a side character that is fine, but if they are a main character I won't do it.

I do not have triggers but if you're going to include something that could be triggering please warn me first, it makes me uncomfortable when those kinds of things are suddenly sprung on me.

If you do not follow these rules you will be given a max of three warnings before I will just block you and/or stop replying.

If you think any of this fits you feel free to reach out! Whether you have an idea already or would like to come up with one together!

[thealexanderfiles]

1. Yes, but what they know is not the full truth typically. Best example is in Young Justice, the world is made to believe their base is the Hall of Justice, when that’s just a ruse, the real base is an orbiting satellite in space called the Watchtower.

2. Yes the public knows about Batman. The degree of how much they know about him can vary by story.

3. Both? Definitely vigilante, but in Gotham that means hero.

4. Yes!! In fact, my favorite interpretation is that people think Superman doesn’t even have a secret identity, and that his “secret identity” is as his birth self, Kal-El, and that he lives in the fortress of solitude. Lex Luthor uses xenophobia to rally people, saying that an alien shouldn’t be a protector of/champion for humanity.

5. Nightwing!!

6. Oooof there’s a lot here.

Canon I’ll go: Clark/Lous, Batman/Catwoman, Bruce/Talia, Dick/Barbara, Dick/Starfire, Tim/Stephanie, Tim/Bernard Dowd, Barry Allen/Iris West, Wally West/Linda Park, Wally West/Artemis Crock (Young Justice), Jason Todd/Artemis of Bana Migdrall (cannot spell that haha), Green Arrow/Black Canary, Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy, Raven/Beast Boy, and I’m definitely missing some but that’s what I’m thinking of rn.

Non-Canon (NOT INCLUDING BATCEST OR ANY OTHER INCEST/AGE-DIFFERENCE SHIPS!!): Batman/Superman, Batman/Superman/Wonder Woman, basically Batman/anyone on the JL besides Shazam, Dick Grayson/Wally West (love this one), Jason Todd/Roy Harper, Tim Drake/Kon Kent, Tim Drake/Kon Kent/Bernard Dowd, Damian Wayne/Jon Kent, Hal Jordan/Barry Allen, Ted Kord (Blue Beetle)/Booster Gold (practically canon lol), Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, and I’m definitely missing some but that’s what I’m thinking of rn.

7. Really really really really weird.

8. Jon Kent is the second main universe Superboy!! He is the son of Lois and Clark, and is Damian Wayne’s best friend. Recently, he was aged up for various reasons, so he’s roughly 18 I THINK, which puts him a few years ahead of Damian which made people Not Thrilled. He has operated (and I think technically still is operating) as Superman himself, and he is bisexual!!

9. Yep still Nightwing (Dick Grayson). Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne, and Tim Drake are up there too.

10. I have a FEW: Donna Troy, Cassie Sandsmark, Duke Thomas, Carrie Kelly, and I’m definitely missing some but that’s what I’m thinking of rn.

11. Okay so the college thing I believe is a fanon thing, but I love it. She is a psychologist or psychiatrist (can’t remember which rn), though her license has probably been revoked several times over by now. She did leave the joker, and has an amazing girlfriend (Poison Ivy) now. She and Batman aren’t friends-friends, but they aren’t particularly enemies either. Fanon will fluctuate with that though. Take your pick!

12. Yes!! The secret Batfamily stuff is a non-canon compliant fanon trope (that I do love to read and see, but don’t want in canon)

13. Depends on who you ask. Truly. He has done some bad stuff to his kids in the comics, but that’s what happens when hundreds of writers and artists all give their own take on the character, over now almost 100 years. I personally prefer Good Dad Batman, and tenddddd to choose to ignore the terrible things he did in canon on occasion. Others don’t, and that’s okay.

(Also for the Jason Todd anon: literally just WFA for free)

Hi! i hope you got done what you needed to get done nad have been having a good day :)

anyway, omg thanks for clearing up some confusion, would love to hear your 'personal canon' is that like a collection of headcanons or fanon or is it a bunch of small canons that fit together? sorry if this doesn't make sense. Is it, like, something you have it nailed down or do you see something, think, 'oh thats neat' and add it to your collection?

[evilwickedme]

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I think we need to be more forgiving of people who are new to comics. Comics are a really inaccessible medium and especially if you're trying to get into one of the big two companies you're inevitably going to be confused and uninformed. I've been reading DC comics for about a year now (not including watchmen or wonder woman by Greg Rucka which I read years ago but didn't manage to get me into DC), and I've only really been a part of the fandom since July or August, and it's still really confusing and hard to tell what's fanon and what's canon. I have so many characters I haven't managed to read for at all despite wanting to, or only a handful of issues, or only minor appearances. I'd love to have read every single one of Roy Harper's pre-52 appearances but it's just not feasible, especially since DC particularly is inaccessible in another way - their app is only available to US residents. If you want to pay for comics then it's going to be expensive, even digitally - I managed to get Young Justice books 1-3 through comixology, which in itself is not a cheap subscription, but then the rest of the series is $20 a pop!! That's a lot of money!! And in print books go wayyyy higher, or even if they don't cost that much if you're buying a bunch then it's going to get expensive. But even if you're not paying it's confusing to just jump into something like this - don't get me wrong, this is what I've done both with marvel in 2015 and in DC last year, but it's not an easy thing to do and at first you're going to be fucking baffled. You're never going to know everything, it's not physically possible. Even for marvel, which, again, I've been reading since 2015, I haven't exactly come close to reading everything. I haven't even read every Deadpool comic, not even his main titles! I want to read gwenpool and moon knight and daredevil and non-spider-verse-related Spider-Man stories but it's just really fucking difficult to prioritize, not to mention keeping up with current runs.

And I'm doing my best, right? Like I recently finally managed to start reading superfam comics, and last year I started reading x men and scarlet witch, and as I said above I've been reading young justice, and I'm keeping up with like a dozen or more ongoings, and it's so fucking hard and I'm lucky to have enough disposable income and free time to do this. And people have been genuinely fucking mean to me. Like really super fucking dismissive bc how dare I ship the obvious most popular ship and not this more niche one when I haven't even read an appearance of that character!! How dare I not know everything about this run when I haven't gotten to that run yet bc I'm still trying to even track it down!! I can't prioritize comics I can't get my hands on when I have a shelf and a half of DC comics and I've only read about a third of it!!!

And it's worse for people who don't have the money and free time that I do . My parents pay my fucking rent and I only work part time, okay, I'm in a really privileged position. Some people are only reading the DC webtoons or only watching the young justice TV show and yeah it's frustrating to see so many people who don't know your favorite characters as much as you do, but I've been a Deadpool fan for close to eight years now and I've never gone onto anybody's page and told them that they're interpretation is bad and they should feel bad, I keep that shit to myself or AT WORST I complain to my friends in DMs or WhatsApp messages or whatever. The only stuff like this I complain about in public is stuff I consider genuinely harmful (the pit rage trope for Jason for example) or upon specific prompting, and even then I do it on MY blog, not somebody else's, and I don't tag it so people looking for content that they enjoy don't have to see it.

Like... Basically I feel like people are too harsh on casual, peripheral fans, or people who are new to the material, or even people who aren't new to comics but just don't know as much as you. A lot of people don't have any other options. You don't have to like the content they make. But actively going into their content or constantly making negative content about them is exhausting. I'm really tired of constantly seeing memes about how terrible batfam stans are. I don't even disagree, I just think you're annoying. But I don't reblog those posts just to shit on op. Maybe some of y'all should consider it.

[ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole]

Seeing Green

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Masterlist

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TW: Vomiting, some swearing/name calling and ruining of cars.

NB: I know zilch about cars/motorbikes other than they can go vroom vroom and can be in racing green or radiant red. It's also someone else's job to sort mine out when it goes wrong. I know that others do love them so apologies for the nonsense I spout out.

Plus this sort of grew out of control. It really wasn't meant to be as long as it turned into.

Thank you for reading 😘❤️

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Roy nursed his drink while he watched from the corner of the crowded bar. The conversation layered upon each other lead to a loud cacophony of laughs and indiscernible voices. He had hoped it would drown out his plaguing thoughts. He had been fine. Things had been great. Everything had been a-o-kay but yeah, life hated him and had to take another shot at him.

Ollie had been acting decent recently, more how he was when they had first met. Roy had found he was actually enjoying spending time with the other Arrows as well. Seeing Jason slowly mend burnt bridges with the bats and, with some minor interference/assistance from his 'siblings', had managed to repair the drama between himself and Bruce, Roy had foolishly been encouraged that maybe, just maybe, he might gain a relationship back again with Ollie.

Pah!

What dream had he been living in? He was an idiot. His archer mentor wasn't going to change. The past still remained the past and the emotional bruises from their fights were impossible to navigate. They never faded, just kept being re-hit time and time again. As witnessed by the explosive argument with yet another list of all his flaws that happened hours ago.

Sighing, Roy took another sip of his alcohol free beer before playing with the green bottles label. Slowly pulling the edge away from the cool damp bottle.

Screw Ollie! Roy might be desperate to drown his sorrows and forget everything, but he wasn't going to fall off the wagon because of the man. He didn't deserve it. Roy worked hard to remain sober and not fall back into bad habits. Artie, Biz, Kori and Jay worked their socks off for him to get this far and he wasn't going to ruin the progress for an egoistic self centred righteous billionaire!

Jason, his wonderful, perfect best friend. Comrade in dealing with the duff hand of arsehole parents (and the loss of losing the ones that cared). A fellow broken hero, returned from the 'grave', recovering in their unique and maybe explosive big bangs way. Jason, his brother in arms, who had become a slight (major) food snob since his return as a coping mechanism had created a database of all the best small local micro breweries. Specifically those who did alcohol free drinks that didn't taste like dirty bath water and were enjoyable to drink. All for Roy. Meaning he didn't have to break his sobriety, got a decent tasting drink to still drown his sorrows by crossing the border into Canada from Starling City to escape the obnoxious man.

Wishing that his friends were with him and not off doing Outlaw stuff, Roy settled himself into his seat and continued to watch people morosely. Surrounding himself with noise to stop delving into self destructive thoughts. Breathing in the air that was filled with spilt drinks and hints of sweat and clashing perfumes and colognes he tried to distract himself from his misery. Roy started to make up silly backstories for the hustling and bustling crowds that would have his friends laugh in amusement at the absurd nonsense he was creating.

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Marinette's date had started off fun. Truly. The guy was easy to talk to over messaging. He was polite and courteous when he picked her up. He'd driven her over the border to Canada from Starling City so she could also drink much like she could in France rather than dealing with the US laws. The sights they passed in his beautiful sports car on the way were breathtaking. The restaurant he'd taken to her first was quiet and cosy and the food mouth-wateringly delicious.

It was just now that things seemed to sour. The bar was bustling with life and the drinks flowing nicely, but the appearance of binge drinking was still a cultural shock. It wasn't that the bar was bad per say, in fact it was definitely more than ok to be honest, it held a buzz of life that was almost electric, reminding her a bit of the underground music scene that Luka, Rose, Nino… her friends in general frequented. It was more that currently, her date was trying to convince Marinette that she 'needed' another drink. Frowning at the suddenly pushy man, she crossed her arms and leaned away into the hardwood of the tall chair back.

"I'd prefer water please. I know my limit."

"One more babe. Go on, live a little."

"I'm quite happy not living a little. I think I'm ready to go home now."

"Ya like wine, and I have the perfect idea for you."

Marinette may like wine. Her maman favouring Shaoxing, with her papa preferring Chianti and herself preferring wines from the Loire Valley, she grew up around the drink. She grew up in France, and good wine was standard. To have a date, who had yet to ask for her taste in wine claiming to 'just know' what she likes was insulting.

"Non. I just want to call it a night."

"Alright sugar, I'll go close our tab and we can go."

Her eye twitched as the man got up, Alya and Kagami's encouragement to meet people was rubbish. Their vetting was appalling if they thought this guy was decent. Marinette sighed fiddling with her handbag strap, knowing that this evening was a waste. The nice guy she had been talking to was an act or this man, when drinking, changed.

Drumming her fingers on the slightly sticky table she watched as her date navigated back to where they were sitting with yet more drinks. Not exactly closing the tab as she had hoped.

"Here. I got us a couple of shots of apple sourz to celebrate and you're gonna love this. It's iced wine."

"And you're driving after drinking?!"

"Nah, it's just a shot and I've been on alcohol free beer. Thought I'd let you drink this time."

He smiled in what Marinette guessed was meant to be a charming manner, but it wasn't. Anxiety twisted in her stomach. Marinette was done with this date.

"I'm done drinking. Thank you for the drinks, but can we just go now?"

"But I got you drinks. You have to drink them. I brought them for you."

"But I didn't ask for these. I just wanted water."

"If you don't drink them, you're going to be wasting my money."

"Look, I know my limit. It will end badly if I drink more. Can we leave?"

"We can leave when you've drunk the drinks."

Pursing her lips, Marinette weighed up the situation. The distress she felt hidden beneath her skin was rising. Tingling sensation fizzed across her skin as she quickly ran through her options while trying not to alarm the controlling man. She hated that she hadn't requested this sooner. The whole situation screamed too many red flags and not enough green. That she had found herself in the wrong country alone, with a stranger who basically had her trapped. Her stomach wouldn't not like it, but he had said that he'd take her home.

Damn the allure of a nice car, awe inspiring landscapes, the temptation of decent food and illusion of politeness. Never again! Local coffee shop next time.

Picking up the shot, Marinette necked it and grimaced as the cheap liquor burned down her throat. Grabbing the wine she tried to hide the flavour with the next drink. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sickly sweetness of the wine as her date smiled a knowing grin.

"Knew you would like it. Canadian iced wine. It's amazing isn't it."

"Amazing is one word for it."

"The bar brews its own beer and creates its own iced wine. It's renowned for them. It's the best wine around."

Gulping the overly sweet wine, Marinette gave a strained smile back at the man as her stomach churned.

"I've almost finished. Can we go now?"

"You sure you don't want to dance or something?'

"No. I'm good. It's been a long dat- day. I have to get up early tomorrow so I think leaving now would be best."

"Sure honey. Let me grab your coat and we can go."

Tension finally seeped out of Marinette's shoulders as he turned back into the perfect gentleman, helping her with the coat and guiding her back to his car. The cool night air was refreshing against Marinette's warm cheeks though her stomach churned in discomfort.

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Roy watched what he thought was a date continue to go down hill.

The woman dressed in black with vibrant green piping, Marinette, seemed to get more and more tense with each round of drinks. When the man had got to relieve himself, Roy had slipped over to check if she was ok but the man had come back too quickly. He played it off as Marinette was, Ollie's latest mentee, Roy's maybe sister, Mia's friend and had spotted her and wanted to catch up. It ended with the male bristling and being highly defensive and Marinette cleverly calmed the situation and pleaded with Roy to leave with the cutest kitten eyes with a fake promise to come over to see Mia and him at the weekend. Reluctantly, Roy had left wishing he could do something more.

Marinette seemed to get stiffer and more agitated as the evening went on, her eyes regularly darting to check her watch as if she was desperate for an escape. Roy contemplated interrupting again but he really didn't want to get into a fight, especially since he had been told to back off for now. A fight was also the last thing he needed as well, so he kept an eye on the duo from a distance.

Watching from his seat he observed that the guy seemed to mix his drinks up with getting a shot at the bar and then take an alcohol free beer to the table which confused Roy but hey, not his issue if the loser wanted to drink drive, it did raise concerns about Marinette's safety though. Roy watched Marinette carefully as the man returned to the bar yet again. She was drumming her fingers agitatedly against the table. It was impressive she'd hadn't caused a huge scene and succumbed to her emotions that were littered across her body. He wasn't the detective Dick and Jason were but he could read body language, hell, anyone could read hers with how clearly she wore them. Or well, read what she wanted you too, and everything screamed back off and let me escape.

Roy had seen too many partners erupt into explosive arguments in places like this. It set him on edge so surreptitiously positioned himself to step in if required. The flat look of complete unamusement she shot her date passed over the male like water on a duck's back and he seemed thrilled with the latest round he presented Marinette. Her almost luminescent blue eyes shimmered as despite the alcohol coursing through her gained a calculating look. One he had seen too many times at galas as Bat's and Arrows navigated the shark infected socialite scene. He could only raise an eyebrow as Marinette downed her shot and took a gulp of her wine. Her face shifted into pure shock and disgust. It was clear whatever the wine was, it was not the wine she was expecting. Plus wine and shots?! an ideal combination for drunkenness and a killer hangover tomorrow. Yurgh, this guy was a bigger arse than Ollie! The manipulation of the situation was a car crash waiting to happen. Screw the consequences, everything screamed to Roy that he HAD to step in now. He couldn't let this guy take advantage of a drunk woman, specifically a drunk Marinette that was deliberately manipulated into this situation.

Placing a few bills in the tip jar that he passed, Roy struggled to put on his jacket and went to speak to the pair. In the moments he had turned away they had disappeared. Panicking slightly, Roy skimmed the crowds to spot the duo leaving through the exit. Fighting his way through the crowded room, he stumbled slightly as he made it into the carpark. Glancing around he saw the pair in a sleek electric blue sports car, he could easily see Dick using it when playing Dickie boy Wayne, pulling out onto the road heading south.

Rushing to his bike, Roy pulled his helmet on swiftly and started the machine. Whatever occured next didn't matter, he was going to follow just to make sure nothing bad happened.

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The car was pretty, that's for sure, but it wasn't the smoothest of rides. Each bump or sharp turn sent Marinette's stomach into a twisting mess. It churned, protesting against the unwanted movement.

Focusing on her breathing, Marinette drowned out the drivel, well it may not be drivel and could be interesting, but at the moment it was drivel to Marinette as her date spouted out about the car and his collection and what he wanted. Her stomach was not happy even with her focusing on her breath and trying to settle her uneasy stomach. Marinette just needed to make it over the border and back closer to civilisation, preferably Starling City, but with how she felt, anywhere with a cab would do.

Another 10 long painful minutes later, Marinette was back in the States. If she could, she would have sighed a breath of relief, the queasiness had not abated, in fact with the heat blasting out of the car's vents it was becoming unbearable. Whatever her date was saying was meaningless as she quietly prayed to her kwami friends to hold out a little longer.

She made it another 5 minutes before her date, in spite of being an enthusiastic car lover it did not translate into driving skills, and hit another bump in the road. Marinette's stomach lurched with the car as she felt green and the urge to throw up increased tenfold. Oblivious to the turmoil Marinette was experiencing, her date clicked his fingers in front of her face, drawing her focus away from containing the nauseous feelings.

"Hey! Are you paying any attention to me?!!"

"I don't feel so good…"

"I take you for a nice date. Pay for your meal and drinks. Least you could laugh at my jokes."

"I think I'm going to throw up…"

"You've not paid any attention to my anecdotes. Hey, Babe, look at me when I'm talking."

Fed up with his insistent demands for her attention, Marinette shifted in her seat to face the middle. Her stomach clenched at her movement.

"..."

"What? Babe? Babe, why are you looking green??"

He hit another dip and it was too much and Marinette stopped trying to control her unhappy tummy. She let it out. She wouldn't call it relief, more like karma as she vomited all over him.

He shrieked and the car lurched as he swerved and breaked. The additional moving just added to her urge so she continued getting rid of the additional unwanted alcohol, this time on the middle console. It was everywhere as he shouted to her to stop as he slammed the breaks on further. He continues to scream as Marinette fumbles with the door handle to stumble out.

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Roy caught up quickly with the sports car that had zoomed off. He scrutinised the erratic driving as they crossed over the border and drove towards Star City. He was slightly relieved that at least they were heading in the same direction so he couldn't be accused of stalking… any more than he was.

It was when the car careened in one direction to the next before coming to a sudden stop that he was forever grateful for all the 'hero' training, stunt manoeuvres that he had undergone in his early teens that he was able to react as quickly as he did and not collide with the vehicle. Sliding to a skilled stop he gazed on as Marinette stumbled out of the car looking peaky. One hand rested on her stomach as she bent forward, the other on her knee as she emptied her stomach. Roy couldn't find himself blaming her, his stomach would have protested… (potentially)... With the crazy arse civilian driver (if he hadn't experienced a Titan, Dick, Jay, Biz, Artie or Star driving for their lives).

Her date exited from his side and a slew of insults flew from his mouth putting Roy on edge. He was the shitty driver. He had ploughed Marinette full of drinks, what did he expect? Taking his helmet off cautiously, Roy approached in a way that enabled him to protect the unwell woman from her madman date.

"Hey, you guys ok? That was quite a stop dude? Some creature run across the road or something?"

"That BITCH!"

The man waved his arms in a chaotic and very unstable fashion as he fumed before jestering to his top. Roy raised his eyebrows as he saw the mess on the man's top and snorted in smirking amusement as he rubbed Marinette's back as she stopped heaving and regained some calm.

"Excuse you?!."

"You!!!"

A growl followed as the man narrowed his toxic green eyes at Roy and Marinette and sneered.

"You! From the bar. Knew you wanted her, the floozy doesn't know your sister, does she?! Can't manage to get a girl on your own so you steal another guy's one. Pathetic!"

Roy glared back at the man. He may have started the night not wanting a fight but he was itching for one now. He opened and closed his fists as he felt more than seeing Marinette wobble to a stand now her heaving had stopped.

"Actually! Keep her. She destroyed my baby, the bitch. She ain't worth my time with that disrespect!"

Marinette's date fuming reclimbed into his car and slammed the door and dangerously zoomed off, leaving Roy and Marinette behind. Roy blinked in surprise as he grasped the concept as Marinette let out a harsh laugh. Turning to her she didn't seem too upset about it all.

"Hey, are you ok now?"

"Ha… yeah… maybe… I'm- I'm not feeling nauseous now. And well, I did want to get out of the car. Umm… do you know if taxi's come this far from Starling City?"

"Taxi?"

"Yes… I- I still need to get home… I was hoping to get somewhere closer before I needed to puke. Do you know whether taxis travel this far out? Actually, do you know where we are?!"

"I'm heading back to Starling City. I can give you a lift if you think you can manage a bike?"

Moonlight eyes peered up at Roy, deeply peering into his soul with hesitation as she worried at her bottom lip. He could feel her apprehension in waves.

"I'll let you have my helmet and you can link your phone up to it so you can call a friend to be with them the whole time. I can drop you off near a taxi rank if that helps. I don't have to take you home."

Roy bit back a soft smile as he saw her consider his proposal and brush a stray hair behind her ear.

"Did you want some water to freshen up a bit? It's in a sealed bottle."

Marinette gave him a surprised look but nodded as she cautiously followed him back to his bike. Roy rooted about shifting med packs, emergency clothes and items, snacks until he found his unopened water bottle. He presented to her in gusto to try and make her feel at ease and maybe smile after the evening she'd had. She took it and examined the seal before opening it to wash her mouth out. A few minutes later, she started sipping the water and watched Roy in contemplation.

"Ok. I'll let you take me back. You seem like an okay person, but recent encounters suggest that's meaningless."

"Your date definitely was a douche-kabab, no arguments there."

The small chuckles she gave out brought another smile to Roy's face, especially as she ducked to hide behind her dark fringe.

"How ya feeling now? Feel like you can handle a bike ride?"

"I feel like I could do with a giant nap to be honest and forget tonight ever happened. I don't think I'll be sick again, not that there's anything less to get rid of… um can we wait 10 minutes to see how I feel?"

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The red head, Roy, nods and smiles cheekily at her and Marinette's heart thumps. The moon and stars highlight his own constellations on freckles and sparkling emerald eyes. She was doomed. It's Adrien all over again.

Sitting down on the ground she tries to ignore Roy and the situation by slowly sipping the water. His annoying interference earlier, now plays in a new light. His looks were of concern rather than lechery and he was trying to look out for her. Marinette shivers as her light coat fails to ward off the late night chill. Groaning, she plonks her head in her hands trying not to think of all the disaster choices she's made.

Suddenly something heavy and warm is draped over her shoulders. The smells of leather, cologne and hints of sweat feel her nostrils. Marinette turns her head to stare at Roy from her mournful position.

"You looked cold."

Marinette blinked yet again in surprise. This stranger, on reflection, was being more gentlemanly than the pretence of her date. He seemed more genuinely invested in her welfare than, well, anyone outside her friends in a long time. Sighing, it really wasn't helping her heart or her head.

It wasn't the crash of thunder or flash of lightning dumb struck feeling. It was more the growing feeling of warmth from kinderling that risks growing into roaring flames. How… why…. This wasn't what she signed up for either.

"Thanks Roy."

Shifting, Marinette reluctantly sat up and wrapped his jacket closer as she studied the muscular giant who now sat next to her gazing at the clear sky. Tikki and Plagg… well Plagg had different intentions, regularly told her to trust her gut. Without the distractions, he was an easier read. He definitely had secrets but was being honest, without malicious intent, about wanting to help her. She got secrets, everyone had some, her more than most so brushed them aside as she mentally checked how she felt. With no more feelings of nausea, she slowly stood up.

"Ready."

Quickly in a fluid motion no one his size should have, Roy was standing next to her.

"Ready."

He lead her to his bike, fussing over helmets and jackets arguing on whom should wear what. They compromised with Roy taking his jacket back and Marinette in his helmet before he guided her onto it behind him. Before he could kick the bike into action Marinette pulled on his sleeve and told him her address in a moment of bravery. She felt him nod in understanding as she readjusted to hold on tight, leaning into the firm muscles on his back and breathing in his distinct scent.

The rush of air finally abated as Roy slowed his bike down to a stop in front of her apartment block. Reluctantly she peeled herself off Roys back and fumbled to dismount and remove his helmet. Adrenaline pumped through her system in a way that was reminiscent of flying through Paris. Roy had driving with confidence. He was one with his bike. He knew the machine like it was his baby and it showed. He possesed all the skill her date wished he had.

With flushed cheeks Marinette held out the helmet to the man before her all nervousness disapated on the journey home. As he took the helmet from her hands, their fingers brushed, sparks tingled up her arm as her eyes opened wide in surprise.

"Thank you. Seriously. I would have been waiting forever without you there."

"Glad I found you, and you accepted the ride home."

She grinned at him as he ran his hand through his messed up hair. Marinette wish she could run her fingers through it too. In a bold move she, taking the signs at face value, she tiptoed up and pressed her lips to his stubbled cheek before darting back to were she was standing.

"Umm, I am too. Thank you again though. You didn't need to. Err… I'm… tomorrow well.. yeah, err…. If you are about tomorrow, I'm umm… going to be at the coffee shop on 12th at 10.30. Ummm… if you're free, you're welcome to join me. As a thank you. That is."

The dopey smile from earlier was back and the fondness shimmered in his eyes.

"I'd like that. Consider it a replacement date to make up for tonight's catastrophy."

Marinette opened her mouth to say something before closing it again. She tried to surpress the over excited smile that threatened to spill out and growing blush but based on Roy's reaction she was failing.

"I…err… ok. Coffee is a better first date anyway."

She stared into his alluring green eyes seeing them crinkle in agreement, Marinette looked away before she got entrapped further. Playing nervously with her fingers she pointed towards her apartment building.

"I better, umm yeah, I'll see you tomorrow Roy."

Before the slowly decreasing adrenaline, left her system, Marinette, yet again lent towards Roy to give him a la bise this time before running into her apartment. Roy instead followed her and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. His cracked lips froze Marinette in place as he ran a heated hand down her arm.

"Night Marinette. Sweet dreams and make sure you have some water. I promise you I'll see you tomorrow."

Gently he pressed another kiss on her forehead before leaning away and removing his hand. The warmth faded quickly in the nights air. A gust of air sent shivers wracking through her body and Marinette agreed that the glow of her apartment was becoming more appealing as her energy faded and chaos of what happened caught up with her.

Reluctantly she stepped back and whispered a good night to Roy. Slowly she walked towards her entrance. She turned the key and took one last look at Roy as he placed his helmet on to his wild hair hiding his gorgeous green eyes from her sight. Marinette sent a final wave before closing the door and squealed.

Tonight's date was a busy. But tomorrow, that seemed to hold promise.

[exhausted-pigeon]

Was taged by @forcesofnatureunleashed (thank you 💜) so there is the meme!

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Three ships:

... only three? 🥺

Fuck this is difficult I ship pretty much everything, I have a veritable fleat of ship by this point, even just counting DC. And like I have favourites but tbh it depends on the moment and want I'm craving for a story, or even what fic I'm reading.

But if we go with ships I have more ideas I want to explore I can whittle it down to:

BruJay, JaySteph, HoodHunter (aka Bao/Jason)

I'm in rare pair hell, if only because for the first two there are very few authors that write them the way I interpret them

With the honourable mention of HoodStroke (aka SladeJay), JayTalia, JayTera, and any and all combination of them (plus occasionally Bruce) in a polycule

Also let's not forget the Gotham polycule of Jay/Steph/Roy/Lonnie/Bao/Duke/Harper that appears in many of my ideas, usually not the full hand, but I love to squish this kids together (btw the Roy there is a mesh of Young Justice, RHatO, and post-crisis, and usually a clone of the original Roy, you know, because I like to make my life more complicated)

Also Joyfire because it's hot as fuck

Now I'm done

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First ship:

Ehhh probably L/Light? My memories of when I started consuming fannish content are very vague but I think my fist true obsession was Death Note and by just chronology that would probably be the first ship I latched on

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Last song:

Forever Ray "If Had a Heart" I still love this song even more of a decade later that I discovered it in a playlist dedicated to Death Gods (if I remember the title was "For Gods of Blood and Bones" I think?)

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Last movie:

Oh Gods, I haven't watched anything in so long, ehhh maybe The Old Guard? It's surely the last one that I remember seeking out.

Like there are many others that I wanted to watch but I just haven't done the "job" of finding them.

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Currently reading:

... nevermind this is the hardest question.

What cont has "currently"? Because I have a pile of books that I have started and have yet to finish that it's absolutely embarrassing.

Look my ADHD has been even more of a bitch lately so this question will be on hold until my brain decides to collaborate again.

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Currently watching:

Very long YouTube videos while I draw/crochet, on what it depends on the mood of the day, but a good probably that it's something about history and historical fashion, media analysis, or leftist stuff

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Currently consuming:

Idk what this means but I will go with the podcast I'm listening: Malevolent, Horror Podcast N.9 (amazing if I just want something in the background or I just don't have the braincells to actually follow something more complicated), BS free witchcraft, Hex Positive

And I'm trying to get caught up on Welcome to Night Vale and the Juno Steel storyline from The penumbra podcast

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Currently craving:

If it's food: savory mochi

If it's in general: a girlfriend or ADHD meds (I'm still struggling to get my prescription for that 🙃)

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No pressure tags for anyone who wants to!

@redjaybathood

@cannibalisticcutie

@shhhenanigans

@dick-the3rd

@problem-bat

@someoneimsure

@iriascend

@dianartemiss

(ugh Forces you pretty much tagged all of my mutuals! Ok not all of them but surely a good half of them :P)

[stoptellinglieslois]

Principal of pleasure part 40

The gang start to have a little too much fun as thing get a bit heated up as they loosen up further into the night.

Superman x Nightwing pairing

Dick

I watched Kal and Bruce dance now at a fair distant from each other.

I grabbed Roy and Jason by the arm and pulled them in the middle of the living room.

I put myself in between them as the tempo went from slow to fast moving beat.

I sway my waist with the beat of the song I pulled Jason in front of me and Roy went behind me.

This is how I would distract Bruce.

Jason stared at me unsure but put his hands on my hip as Roy followed suit.

I can't ever imagine doing this type of thing with Jason but, I found a chance to pull this off if Jason brought Roy here for this reason then I needed to use it.

Bruce stood there now watching us dance to the beat of the song.

Kal watched me the whole time as soon I pulled Jason and Roy Kal attention was automatically on us.

I could see Kal enjoying this I never knew he was into this type of stuff, I mean he told me what he liked but this was new.

Jason kissed Roy from behind me and I let them knowing we are doing a show for them.

When they broke off Conner and Tim were standing there. Tim face red as a tomato and Conner had a big smile on his face I looked at him he looked so much like Kal it was unreal.

Conner looked at us and felt content in being here. he didn't feel weird at all dancing like this open and free.

Alfred put something in the bloody Mary's I swear.

Kal went in between me and Jason Kal facing Jason as he held on to him pressing himself onto him. I turned to Roy and dance with him.

The boys stared in amazement as Bruce just watched us.

He leaned by the fireplace cool eyes on me mostly.

I watched Kal discretely in the corner of my eye he was loosened up a whole lot the way he is dancing with Jason.

Jason enjoying every minute of it.

I smiled to myself this was nuts good let be nuts I needed it.

"What are you thinking about." Roy whispered in my ear.

"Oh nothing you dance well."

"Liar."

"They're hot."

"Tim and Conner."

"They're cute I was talking about Jason and Clark."

"Hmm you like to watch." I instantly blushed at that and I am very stunned Roy would say this type of stuff.

"I...no Jason my brother."

"Yeah only by name...So you're into that stuff or what." I laughed I am into my own kink but voyeurism I never tried that and I don't think I would ever get off on that.

But watching Kal and Jason made me feel drawn to them, I shook my head. "I don't know if I can give a real answer to that." Roy hummed at that and spun me around and he was strong and it thrilled me a bit but I didn't know why.

"Did you and Jason ever do that type of stuff."

"Not as much now but back then yes all the time."

"Oh... Well that's something."

"Is it. I applaud you nabbing Superman he's everyone's hot dream." As Roy stroked my face and licked his lips.

I didn't know what to do or say I wanted to leave but he didn't let me break out of his grasp he held on tighter.

"Don't run." He said swinging me a way from Bruce who is watching Kal dance with Jason.

"Roy let go." I started to pull a little.

"Kiss me and I will let go." I didn't want to do that here but in a way it would take the suspicion off of me and Kal.

I leaned in and kissed him on the lips Tim yelp and Conner cat called.

Roy's tongue sneaked in then I pulled back.

Barbara I thought but she didn't call me I was thinking something was wrong but I was being silly.

Bruce I wonder why he broke Jason and Roy a long ago.

I never understood the real reason why.

Jason came and pulled Roy away from me and they grabbed more bloody Mary's.

"I don't think any of you could go home tonight we can't have you drinking and driving, Stay the night all of you I needed to go to the cave for a moment." Bruce left us as he made his way down the hall.

I went outside Kal and Jason Roy followed after me leaving Conner and Tim behind.

I needed some air and to think I was trapped like a rat in a maze wanting to leave.

"I can't stay here we can't stay here I mean I am tipsy but that's it."

"You kissed Dick why ?" Kal replied to Roy arms crossed

"I needed to flirt with him Bruce is watching our interaction and the fact that you two haven't said one word to each other is better that way the tension is not on you and Dick."Roy said apologetically.

"Forgive us Bruce knows something."

"I ended my marriage with Lois to be with Dick." The two of them went quiet as a church mouse.

"Wow you and Lois were together for like a hundred years or something and it took Dick to dismantle it." Roy said as he pulled on the iron gate.

Jason went quiet. "How will you keep it a secret from Bruce and the rest, It will be difficult for the both of you to keep that a secret." Jason said but with no judgement.

"I need to keep this quiet till we could stall for more time for anything really." Kal said.

"You two are so hot together though don't you think babe." Roy turns to Jason who is scrubbing his face. "I think the bloody Mary's are getting to you." Jason quipped.

"No I am serious look at them." Roy insisted and Jason turned and looked at us.

"Huh my older brother with Superman it is what it is."

"Maybe he can go to my club and have some fun." Roy said tugging at Jason sleeve.

"I don't know...... that's for people who are into that shit." Jason frowning at Roy.

"I am gamed."

"No Clark your not."

"Yes I am."

"Clark Roy over-thinks things and he gets carried away with this type of stuff." Jason is trying to make an excuse for us not to be pulled into Roy's ploy.

But they didn't no Kal from what he told me and how he is a total freak when he needs to turn it on.

"I 'm gamed boys."

"Fine but have a feel of the place first." Jason said worried the fact that Jason worries makes me feel humanity hasn't failed on us yet.

"Fine."

"Great."

"We better get inside before Bruce notice we left."

We all went inside the manor quickly.

End of part 40 next is part 41

Thank you for reading

[bigskydreaming]

Hi! I was reading a fanfic and it brought up Roy and Dick's fight, which I see a lot of in fics but never what they fought about and consequently why they don't talk. I thought it was a vague excuse/reason why Roy was Jason's friend not Dick's anymore but this fic brought up when Dick was batman so I was wondering if there was actually a fight between them? Btw I really enjoy your metas! They're v thought out and well articulated. Also it's v easy to separate what's your opinion and what's fact which is. Very helpful for me

Yeah this is one hundred percent a fanon thing that's kept deliberately vague to justify why Roy in his friendship with Jason seems to have no positive thoughts or concerns about Dick whatsoever. Now granted, Dick and Roy are not nearly as close in the New 52 as they were pre-Reboot. The lack of their friendship there is definitely one of the things I disliked most about the Reboot - and I actually don't care if Jason and Roy are friends tbh, its the total erasure of his history with Dick as if he can't be friends with both, that like, bugs most.

But so like, yeah, Roy and Dick aren't super close when they interact on the Titans in the New 52, but there's literally nothing in any of their interactions that explains the complete absence of him from Roy's life or a reason that Roy would like, hate him the way he tends to in a lot of Jason-centric fics.

When you factor in pre-Reboot stuff though, it starts to get a LOT more.....uh wyd? And this is why I have trouble buying that people just write Roy and Jason the way they do because its the only thing they know from recent comics. Like one, most fans talk about how they don't even read the source comics, so there's no reason their knowledge of the characters or events would be limited to just recent comics if they're going off wiki summaries and scans anyway. And second, most fans AREN'T limited in their knowledge to just recent comics.

Like, the second people start writing Roy and Jason and Kori but with their pre-52 characterizations and references to events from THAT timeline, it all gets very messy, the way they're like, completely antagonistic towards Dick a lot of the time. Because Roy and Dick were always solid. Yes, they fought. A lot. But they always, ALWAYS made up afterwards. They had conflict about Roy's drug addiction - it didn't stop Dick from being there to support him through rehab, or Dick being the first person Roy called to help him get Lian after he learned of her existence. Dick literally held Lian before Roy ever did? He's the one who first put her in Roy's arms for the first time.

(Which is the prime grudge I and most Dick Grayson fans have about Roy and Jason fics which make Jason like, the absolute apple of Lian's eye. If you want to expand Lian's circle of loved and trusted ones to include Jason as Roy's friend and thus her uncle, like go for it! But there's zero reason that should require invalidating and erasing the fact that Dick was this little girl's adored godfather and uncle for pretty much her entire life. And the way Dick is just shoved offstage from Lian's life entirely, to slot Jason into his place as though they're completely interchangeable, its like....THAT'S the kind of thing that gets people irey about how Jason 'steals' Dick's dynamics and character relationships.

Because there's nothing saying they both can't be major players in Roy and Lian's lives! But just that they're not interchangeable! You need to develop the specific role Jason plays there WITHOUT just overwriting everything Dick actually did in relation to the two of them pre-Flashpoint, which is what you're drawing from the second you write Lian, unless you're specifically going with the few appearances we've had of her within literally just the last year.

But I mean, when people just search and replace Dick Grayson in all Roy and Lian's pre-Reboot stories and act like Jason was the one doing all of that instead.....why wouldn't fans of the source material be annoyed by a character getting credit for interactions and things done for Lian and Roy that Jason literally NEVER DID, while at the EXACT SAME TIME, conjuring some mysterious, unnamed 'Falling Out' that Roy and Dick had, that was clearly all Dick's fault, and resulted from him being basically excised entirely from Roy and Lian's lives?

Same with Kori, for the record, and like despite being Dick's ex, she and Dick have NEVER been like, estranged? She and Dick have often been close even after their breakup. None of it makes any sense, and the fact that a lot of fans don't even try to make it make sense or justify it, and expect other fans to just be fine with settling for an inexplicable reversal of Dick's every actual dynamic with these characters while setting up Jason to occupy the exact same role Dick played in these other characters' lives, like.....lol. Its fun.)

Anyway, back to your question, like, there are fights you can go with pre-Reboot as the source of various conflicts between Dick and Roy - but again, I maintain its just as crucial that they're always written as getting past them. They have a very tempestuous relationship because they are the two people MOST likely to call each other on their shit, two of the two people WITH the most shit in common due to the parallels in their childhoods and the roles they've occupied in the Titans and the superhero community in general, and the two people most resistant to being called out on their shit by each other, lol. Mostly in that case because like, they do recognize that they have a lot in common and understand each other very well, so the second the other is calling them out for something, they're usually like "ugh, if HE'S saying this, its probably true and I am just not prepared yet to be wrong about this. I need more time being unjustifiably rawr about things." Its like that thing where they both look at each other doing something that feels familiar or calls back to their own reasons for doing something and they're like ugh I'm in this picture and I don't like it.

So they clash. A lot. But always with the implicit bedrock of like, there's nothing either of them can do or say to the other that will push the other away for good.

They fought over Roy replacing Dick as leader of the Titans when Dick's wedding fell apart, even though Roy actually didn't want to do it and was kinda pushed into it by the government, but again, Dick like, got over it and realized it was for the best and forgave Roy for it that very same issue. And on and on. It always went like that. So there's plenty of stuff that can be used or pointed at as a source of conflict between the two, but the part I'll always call unbelievable is the idea that they never make up after one of these fights. Why now? What fight, specifically, is so bad between them that despite everything else they've gone through AND gotten past, they can't get past this one? Y'know?

So yeah, that's my take on this. There is no definitive falling out between Dick and Roy as many fics like to point to in order to shove him offscreen and make room for Jason in Roy and Lian's lives, and personally, I just don't find it necessary and I actually think it makes Roy look REALLY bad. Because when you're not specifically detailing all the things that Dick has actually DONE for Roy, the lengths to which he's been there for his friend, and like, specifically invalidating each and every one of them as something that never happened in a particular fic, then literally anyone who reads that fic and has their own awareness of Dick and Roy's friendship is kiiiiiinda likely to be reading that and thinking wow what an ungrateful asshole, when Roy's just written as bitching about Dick with Jason and sandbagging him without any real explanation as to WHY, beyond just 'oh they had a fight years ago.'

(And coming up with some random awful thing that Dick did to justify Roy hating him now isn't like, a superior alternative, lmao, because again, its still just trashing one character for the sake of getting him out of the way of two other characters' friendship and people are going to think what they think about that).

Anyway, my now standard stock disclaimer that like, there doesn't actually need to be a canon fight obviously, for people to just write things this way and handwave that Dick and Roy had an epic falling out years ago and now they just hate one another or whatever, or just Roy hates him or vice versa. Obviously people are free to do what they want. They don't need a reason other than "I want to write it this way so Jason and Roy are friends and Jason doesn't have to 'share' him with Dick or have his friendship be overshadowed by their greater history together." That just happens to be a reason that no Dick Grayson fan is ever really going to be happy about, lol, for what should be perfectly obvious reasons, so it honestly shouldn't be surprising to people that fans of the source material often gripe about it.

Because yeah fanfic is a tremendous opportunity to transform the source material into something better, but if what's better for some fans actively takes away what was working perfectly well for other fans the original way, they're going to say that. Especially in a fandom where so many new fans take their view of the characters and their dynamics from fics rather than the source material - when fandom has that much of an influence on what new fans perceive to be 'canon,' fans are perfectly within their right to emphasize what is ACTUALLY canon and what isn't, so that new fans at least have the opportunity to determine for themselves what take they want to go with, instead of just accepting at face value that the nature of say, Dick and Roy's relationship is just that Roy hates Dick because of some mumble mumble ancient history vague mumble details not found mumble mumble fight.

[writerseven]

Do you have any batcest (or just darkfic involving any batfam member, doesn’t have to be batcest) recs that fit the same indulgent but not romanticized vibe of props? I hate reading darkfic where everything is perfect and romantic and there’s not even any hints that the victim (or sometimes perpetrator) knows it’s bad, it kinda defeats the purpose 😂

Obvs it’s different if the victim has been like trained to not think it’s wrong but like in those fics the author rarely pretends what’s happening is good

I know exactly what you mean! I make many exceptions for turn-your-brain-off smut, but if I'm really getting into a story, I need the darkfic to be dark. I gotta steer clear of the romantic stuff.

A lot of the reason props was written was that I couldn't find anything quite like what I was imagining, but I got some in the ~genre~ to cite. I'm sure I have forgotten loads of fics I loved (and anyone who wants to add on, feel free!), but some recs for you:

long fic/series

Vow - Probably the biggest inspiration for props. Unfortunately, it's almost certainly abandoned at this point (though if it was complete I might never have started writing).

Eating Away at What is Good - WIP, but likely to be returned to. Almost 200k. Not batcest, but Dick/Roman (Black Mask), with a lot of wonderfully painful coercion--and a thread I wasn't expecting that gives a really excellent examination of Bruce's canonical bad parenting.

Feel Like A Brand New Person - 32k. Tim gets really deep into his undercover personas, and Bruce takes advantage to sleep with him, and it's all just very messed up.

(And if you are open to non-bats: Out of Sync - 64k, ft both hurt and comfort. Ollie/Roy, broke and fixed my heart.)

dark & explicit oneshots

A Secret For Another Soul - 8k. Jason, clearly under the influence of something and not in control, attacks Dick.

Finding and Keeping - 8k. Fucked up Slade/Jason/Tim.

&you'll never be pure again - 1k. Dick/Slade. Ahhhh it's messed up.

Good Accounting Makes Good Friends - 5k. Recently returned Jason finds out Tim is a party favor for Bruce.

i will be your father figure (put your tiny hand in mine) - 3k. Bruce/Tim, shortly after Tim becomes Robin, with very heavy references to precious Bruce/Jason.

Replacement - 3k. Jason takes unrequited feelings for Dick out on Tim.

Gift - 13k. No batcest; instead jumps off directly from a scene in Knightfall for some Bane/Bruce and Bane/Tim.

Catching birds - 2k. Bruce abuses Robins.

no sex

Bristol Kids - 17k. Maybe less of the indulgent vibe you're going for, but pretty sure this one made me cry. No batcest, but instead covers the aftermath of Dick, Jason, and Tim being taken in by a nice Bruce after sexual abuse in their previous family.

Loud Silence - 5k. Dick is kept as an inanimate art piece by Roman.

tethered and bound - 8k; unfinished series with three complete installments. Not batcest; platonic. Circumstances accidentally lead to Damian having magically control over Tim, and no one is happy about the situation.

[vivian24l]

Dream

“I remember that day clearly, my last birthday with them. Father knows I hate large gatherings, yet he threw me a big party anyways. Everyone showed up. The Leaguers, the original Leaguers, the Titans, my friends and family.

I didn’t appreciate it back then. Now I can only look back and wish I could experience it once more. Wish I could see them once more, happy, together, not having to worry about an ongoing war.

I remember racing my cousins. I wish I hadn’t cheated in that race. Uncle Jon said Mother had used the same trick when they were kids. I practiced magic with Tiago and the Constantines. I remember Aunt Kori pulling me into an unbreakable hug. She had told me I’m growing to be just like my mother.

I used to look like her. Both with purple eyes and purple hair. My skin had more color. Now I look nothing like her. I no longer have her purple eyes, but green like Father’s, my hair has become a brighter shade of purple.

I miss them. Father gave me a silver dagger that day. He never lets me play with sharp objects, we only used wooden sticks when training. Mother gifted me with a spell book, it contained a vast collection of spells ranging from beginners to highly advanced. I lost both of them. The only things I have left of my parents, lost, gone forever. I long for them to return. My parents and their gifts.

I wish for all of them to return. Not just my parents but everyone. I wished this never happened, I wish the war never started. I wish I had been more grateful for all that they have done for me.”

“Do you remember the day they left you at that place? That place that was supposed to be remote, guarded, and free of any upcoming parademon attack?” he asked the young girl.

“How could I not? That was the day I lost them. That was the day they left.

Grandmother Talia greeted us at the harbor of Infinity Island. I didn’t know, back then, that it was the last time I'd see them. They told me I’ll be staying with Grandmother for a while, I didn’t think of asking how long. Then they hugged me. I missed that. I missed the way they’d cover me in their warm embrace. The way Father wraps his arm around both me and mother. I caught a shimmer of a tear from the corner of Mother's eyes. I felt their sadness. It was when I saw that tear slip, that I knew something was wrong. When I felt Father fighting to keep his posture, his stoic manner, that was when I knew I would be there for longer than ‘a while’. I wish I could’ve told them how much I loved them, I wished I could’ve given them one last hug,” she closed her eyes. “But I didn’t. I didn’t because I was a dumb eight year old who didn’t know what to do.”

“Do you remember the day you died? The day those hybrids took you down? The day you visited me in my realm and left to rejoin the living? The day you left something very valuable behind?” he asked.

“Why are you asking me these questions?” she asked miserably.

He smiled. “Because Granddaughter, it is good to learn from the past, to take the pain and turn it into strength. Now, tell me of that day.”

“I-I remember running to the courtyard. There were screams coming from outside. An assassin crashed through the window, his legs were gone. I was...horrified, yet I kept going. I was stupid, thinking I could help. When I reached the courtyard, I saw corpses everywhere. Ripped up and severed. Grandmother and her elite archers were shooting down the creatures. My uncle calls them Paradooms. Parademons mixed with Kryptonian DNA. Grandmother’s supply of kryptonite-infused weapons was running low. I thought I was strong enough. I summoned beams of energy. I kept using magic until I had no energy left. I kept going. I should’ve stopped. I continued to fight. Picking up a stray sword with a kryptonite blade. It cut through plenty of monsters. Then Grandmother called my name. It was as if time slowed down. Her face contorted to horror, an emotion I have never seen her express. I felt a wave of emotions coming from her. Yet, nothing from myself. The pain was so bad, it felt like nothing. My vision had begun to blur when I noticed the sharp point of a claw emerging from my chest. I remember the paradoom falling as I laid on the ground. Grandmother rushed to my side. She told me not to worry. Then I came here. To this place you call home.”

“I never see this hellish realm as home. I am a conqueror of worlds, I focus on establishing and controlling new frontiers.”

“TT. We can agree that we have very different interests, Grandfather.”

“Indeed.”

“Now, I must ask. Why are you here? Why am I here? Why have you called upon me?”

“I am here to remind you. It takes a lot of energy to escape that prison in your mother’s head to visit you in your dream. This location is where your subconscious wants you to be, because deep down you know where to go. You know how to end this. You blame the Lazarus Pit for your loss of powers, but have you really lost your powers?” He gave her an amused smile, knowing the young girl was conflicted.

“Yes. No! I don’t know! I can still feel emotions, I can feel energy within me, but I can’t access it. I can’t perform a single spell, not even the simplest,” she confessed.

“The Pit is supposed to revive and strengthen the one of dips in it, that is if they are able to control the evil temptations of the Pit. You, Granddaughter, were already powerful. You still are. The Pit boosted your abilities, but you haven’t brought them back with you.”

“You’re saying...that I left my powers in Hell?” Rashida asked skeptically.

“What else could I be saying, dear?”

“What’s it in for you? Why are you helping me?”

“Because I would like to conquer Earth. I shall not let that weak, ‘New God’ destroy this planet before I do. Besides, I need a body to inhabit once I break free. Your mother won’t last, she is already weak.”

This got Rashida’s attention. “Then how do I get my powers back? How can I get to Hell without dying?”

“Hm. I’m sure that spellbook of yours would be useful. Once the proper ritual is performed, you should be able to enter and exit that realm.”

“But, I’ve lost it. The book was burned during the first paradoom attack.”

“You are the granddaughter of Trigon. The granddaughter of the first Batman, Bruce Wayne. The great granddaughter of Ra’s Al Ghul. The granddaughter of Talia Al Ghul. The daughter of Raven, the Queen of Hell. The daughter of Damian Al Ghul Wayne, the current Batman. You have a powerful heritage. I expect you to live up to your blood.” He gave her an expectant look. “And let’s not forget that family that took in your mother when you first came to Earth, the Kryptionians,” he added.

“Bart explained this to me the other day, something about a multiverse. The book is lost in this world. It no longer exists in this universe. However, there are many alternate universes, different worlds out there. If I’m able to locate the right one, I should be able to get that book”

Trigon smiled. “Correct, my dear. Now, time is running short. I suggest you make haste.”

Rashida looked up from her internal thoughts. “Wait, what do you mean by that?”

But it was too late. Her surroundings have begun to shift. Trigon had swirled into a translucent black shadow and disappeared through the cracks of the room. She no longer sat in the obsidian chair in the Underworld’s throne room. Instead Rashida sat up with a jolt in her uncle’s base. Her head was beaded with sweat. She left the little room, which she had claimed to be her sleeping quarter. Jason was still asleep in front of his computer. Judging by the position of the sun in the cloudy red sky, it was late in the morning.

Artemis looked up from her daily ritual of sword sharpening. “Good morning, kid.”

“Why did you let me sleep in?” asked Rashida.

“Last night was rough. I thought you needed the rest,” she glanced at Jason and Roy, who was still asleep on the worn down couch. Artemis held up a tin can. “Pineapples?”

Rashida accepted the fruit. “How did you get your hands on pineapples?”

Artemis shrugged. “Oh, you know. Quinn and her buddies were in the area.”

Rashida took a bite of the diced pineapples. “I have to say, I envy them. They get to do the cool stuff like infiltrating LexCorp. While, we’re stuck fighting off the parademons and thugs.”

“This’ll be over soon. And then, you can do the cool “infiltrating” stuff as well,” assured the Amazon.

[river-bottom-nightmare]

For some reason BirdFlash gives me the look like nerds but are actually jocks vibe while JayRoy are the look like jocks but are actually nerds vibe. TimKon is the classical jock + nerd and since this came to my mind I can't unsee

At first sight, birdflash gives off STRONG nerd vibes. wally’s actually known throughout the school for his science achievements, trophies, and awards. you don’t stand a chance against him in the science fair, don’t even try. and dick went to a fancy rich prep school where he scored some of their highest grades. just because he doesn’t like school doesn’t mean he isn’t good at it. and whenever they see each other in civvies, wally’s chattering on about this experiment he’s doing for fun and it seems like dick actually understands what he’s talking about, not just nodding along. and with a single visit to wally’s school, he revolutionized the tech department with a few careless suggestions. but really, that’s just their individual interests. wally might like science, but his entire life is running. he trains and trains, both with and without the speedforce. along with being trapped in that thing for years, wally’s pretty sure the reason he’s the fastest speedster is because of his strict track and cross-country training. and no matter what the circumstances, dick’s always happiest when he’s in the air. he possesses a natural athleticism that leaves others in awe along with skills finely honed to perfection for years that very few others could even hope to achieve. the two of them are long and lean and strong, and are in complete control over their bodies. they play different sports for fun, give each other leg warmers, socks, and water bottles for holidays, and go on early morning runs. the two of them are sports culture to the max (i actually made a post about that here)

now jayroy give off just the jock vibe, maybe even running into punk territory. first of all, lets get this out of the way: BICEPS. two of the biggest pairs of guns you’ll ever see, i swear. roy’s got a cocky smirk and he wears threadbare tank tops with dumb slogans on them and he never takes that trucker hat off. he makes his way into the basketball game going on at the courts on the bad side of town with a laugh. he squares up his fists for a fight any time there’s a hint of action. his nose is crooked from all the times its been broken and reset. not to mention his tattoos. and yes, roy loves lian with his entire heart and cares for her with everything he has, but that doesn’t change the fact that he was a teenager. now jason, jason just looks the part. he’s huge, and built like a goddamn brick wall. those muscles gotta be used for something, right? he’s always wearing those fingerless gloves, but his knuckles are constantly bruised anyway. you stop and take a double take anytime you see him when his lip isn’t split. almost everyone’s seen him with a gun. but he also spends his free time reading literary classics. his bookshelf is crammed full of old paperbacks, with everything from Frankenstein to Wuthering Heights to Farenheight 459 to The Importance of Being Earnest. The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy is a guilty pleasure of his. And he’s not just flipping through them either. no, he reads them. poking plot holes and other criticisms faster than a bullet. character analyzations sharper than his jawline. a lecture about the problem with many contemporary and modern novels longer than his dick. yea, jason devours those novels, and can tell you about all of them. as for roy, he’s inventive. always tinkering, always fiddling with a piece of tech, always creating. whether it be a new set of trick arrows or a coffee machine that spits out poison darts of a toaster that has 56 settings or a goddamn bazooka. he loves building stuff with his own two hands, a messy bun on his head, grease on his face, goggles shoved over his eyes as whatever he’s making sparks to life in his hands, bested only by the strike of pure creative passion in his eyes. textbook definition mechanic and geek, and we love him for it.

timkon is definitely the classic jock + nerd pairing. the only problem is that they always switch which is which. kon drapes his spiked leather jacket over tim’s shoulders when he’s cold, and later on at football games, tim cheers kon on wearing kon’s varsity jacket. but tim dropped out of high school because he has “better things to do” while kon just genuinely enjoys learning about stuff. kon does need help with his homework, so he calls tim, who always gives kon the math formulas he forgot the empirical formula of a compund that he doesn’t feel like calculating while simulaneously working on a couple other cases (he bounces his theories for a certain homicide off kon). but half of tim’s closet is made of sports jerseys for his favourite teams that he wears completely unironically even though they practically dwarf him, and he drags kon to all of their games while cheering and hollering, screaming at the tv when he can’t be there live,,,,and it’s not just one sport,,,,,nooo he’s got a good many he’s completely emotionally invested in. tim steals kon’s shirts so often that he just starts giving them to him, and dear god there’s almost nothing kon loves more than seeing tim wearing his clothes, looking tiny and misleadingly delicate and his. but tim carries around a skateboard and uses it practically 24/7, and one afternoon was spent teaching kon how to use the thing, including lots of laughing and falling over and steadying hands on waists, before a break at an ice cream parlour was followed by a sugary kiss. so yea, timkon is jock + nerd culture, with both of them being the jock and the nerd (also sorry anon i know you were thinking of kon being the jock and tim being the nerd, and honestly that’s how i usually view it too, its just this particular idea popped into my head and i had to write it) (also for timkon, i usually go for skate culture, and my hc for that is here)

ok wow this got a lot longer than i expected. i was shooting for a couple lines about my ships, and ended up with a whole new hc list instead. ooooof. tag list: @comicsandhoney @birdy-bat-writes @astroherogirl @anothertimdrakestan 

[flashfuture]

hi!! re: your tags on a post not too long ago—what do you mean by dick’s previous love interests not respecting him? i haven’t read a whole lot of his stuff and tend to avoid romance-heavy plot lines in general, so this is 100% a genuine question and not me trying to start anything i promise, it’s just that i’ve seen dickb4bs and dickk0ry shippers in the past claim it’s sexism when people dislike his partners?

Ah well DC are big brain and they think peak humor is the boomer meme of the nagging wife. 

So basically Dick and Kori were an absolutely fucking amazing couple. But then there was the issue of Mirage where she pretended to be Kori and tricked Dick into sleeping with her. Which is r*pe. Dick was slut shamed and victim blamed for this. DC has an absolutely awful track record with male victims of sexual assault. Ollie was always victim blamed for happened to him. And Dick they didn’t even acknowledge that he was assaulted. As well they had Dick sleep with Babs before the wedding I think. And that is so ooc it’s not even funny.

And when Dick started dating Babs they slowly chipped away at his skills to prop Babs up. And I’ll say it again if you have to tear down another character to make one look good you haven’t proven any skill. Character A just got butchered for no reason and Character B stayed the same. So Babs started mocking Dick for a lot of things. And it carries over into modern stuff. Where she’s the big brain and her dumb himbo boyfriend. Dick Grayson is not a fucking himbo. He’s smart as hell and dangerous as hell. 

So they write Dick wrong to make him the butt of the joke. No one is laughing with him, they’re laughing at him. You see it in the newest Nightwing comics where Babs is there to make sure the reader knows how silly Dick is. 

The issue is with the writers being incapable of writing a het relationship well. Literally, the best ones I can think of is Dinah/Ollie (though Gail Simone and Judd Winick tried their best to fuck that one up) Big Barda/Scott Free, Clark/Iris, Barry/Iris, Wally/Linda (but DC keeps fucking my Flashes)

So yeah DickKori got a bad rap because the writers want to over-sexualize Kori so then it’s like she and Dick were only sexual and I just- they were gonna get fucking married. And I literally could care less about DickBabs except that it contributes to the character butchering of both Babs and Dick by the way. Because when Babs is mocking Dick she just looks like a bitch. They reduce Babs over and over again to Dick’s ex-girlfriend. 

So uh yeah those are my thoughts. People do indeed like to throw around sexist the same way they like to call Gail Simone a feminist because she thinks men are bad. She’s also the ally who says read this book because it’s got a gay character and that is about as surface level as you can get🤷‍♀️ I mean sure call me a sexist cause I don’t think the woman nagging and mocking a man all the time is a very good relationship dynamic. Lol yeah when people say that a lot of the time they’re just angry you don’t like their faves. As long as you aren’t you know actually being sexist (which really is not that hard to tell) then it’s best to ignore them. 

I’ve got some scalding takes on characters who are there just to be women for the sake of having a het love interest. They’ve certainly evolved Babs since then but every time she’s with a batboy she gets snapped right back into that box of 60s housewife. I’ll never exactly ship Babs with any of the Batboys because she was made to be Bruce’s love interest and keeps getting shifted around to fit with each and every other batboy. 

It is usually best to avoid Dick romances as the writer just uses the women to cause him more man pain cause of course they do. DC is traditionally written by men and lots and lots of white people. These people are older who have older views of relationships based on what was on TV but it’s still lame.

For example, there is always the age-old Babs and Kori fight over Dick storyline that absolutely no one wants to read. Women being pit against women over a fucking man??? Seriously? And if I see one more writer claims the only woman Dick has ever loved was Babs I’ll scream. It’s the tiniest smoothest brain take I have ever seen. 

Bea was lovely the cherry on top of the Ric mess. She was adorable and fun and she really cared about Dick as a person. I miss her. Which is I think the post you were talking about? Idk I can’t remember what I tag where lol. 

I think to derail for a quick sec the reason so many people turn to same-sex relationships in fiction is that the relationship between two women and two men will almost always be more developed than whatever het thing is going on. 

Dick is much much closer to Roy, Wally, Garth, and Joey than he ever was to Babs. Now DC is retconning that Dick and Babs were childhood friends. But they still imo have no chemistry outside of they both work with Batman and ones a girl ones a boy. 

Kori and Dick had real chemistry they were trying to both find freedom and safety within one another. The writers didn’t constantly have to hammer home that they loved each other or have random thought bubbles to try and make some connection happen. They just did happen. 

Anyone who knows me knows I am not the biggest Babs fan. However, I’ll still protest the unfair treatment of any character. I don’t have to like a character to not want them to be butchered by bad writing. Like confession time I don’t even like Jason that much but I talk about him all the time because I want him to have a good story. So to me DickBabs is directly connected the butchering of both characters and it just doesn’t work. 

so yep rambles on top of rambles. I’m not character bashing here just to make it clear. And I am a little bit relationship bashing but more so writer bashing.