Everyone was slowly gathering at the Wheeler's basement. Mike suggested they have their D&D sessions there during the summer. Even though Steve's house was practically empty, Mike insisted they do it at his place because 'he has too many things he needs for playing and can't carry them all to Steve's house', and Steve didn't have the energy to argue with him and kinda liked being at the warm Wheeler's house more than at his own, so the Wheeler's basement it was.
Steve and Robin went downstairs after saying a polite hello to Mrs Wheeler and getting a warm, freshly baked cookie made by Holly, and found Eddie, Mike and Dustin already setting up boards, notes and mini figures on the table. They entered the basement, greeted by the boys and placed themselves on the couch, immediately sinking into their usual cuddly position and joining the light conversation the boys were having.
Jonathan, Will and El arrived shortly after, accompanied by Nancy and a tray of cold lemonade and cookies. Will joined the table and Nancy and Jonathan sat next to the two-headed person that Steve and Robin were. Lucas, Erica and Max burst into the basement door after a few minutes with Lucas apologizing for being late and Erica blaming it all on him, while Max rolled her eyes and sat on the floor, her back leaning on Steve's legs, El came to sit right next to her.
The Party started the game and Max and El moved to Nancy and Jonathan's side of the couch as they started talking, and Steve and Robin were left in their own world. Robin was dozing off on Steve's chest, and he scanned the room with his eyes, smiling to himself as he saw the kids mesmerized by Eddie's storytelling. He then noticed a Rubik's cube on the desk next to him, and reached out, stretching a bit to get it. It was scrambled and he moved Robin a little bit so he can hold it better. He moved it around, inspecting it and then started solving it, Robin woke up from her nap to the soft clicking sounds and looked up, smiling. The cube was solved after less than a minute, and Steve handed it to Robin to scramble. She sat up, stretched and took it, scrambling it in concentration, trying to make it as difficult to solve as she can, and gave it back to Steve, who solved it again, even faster this time. She giggled and scrambled it again, and Steve solved it again. They kept going like that, sometimes Steve scrambling it for Robin and then guiding her through solving it herself. They didn't notice the curious looks of their friends, who stopped talking and playing and laughing and just stared at them.
"Steve, is that a Rubik's cube?" Max finally asked and Steve looked up from the cube, and down at her.
"Yeah," he smiled, "found it here."
"And you know how to solve it?" Nancy asked, surprised.
"Um, yes? I just did like, fifteen times," his smile turned into a more bitter one, not liking the surprise in her voice.
"But how? I mean, I never taught you." Dustin said, and Steve huffed. This fucking kid.
"No, you didn't." He was clenching his jaw now. Is it that hard to believe he can solve a fucking Rubik's cube?
"So who taught you?" Lucas asked now, raising an eyebrow, "Probably Robin, right?"
Robin rolled her eyes, "you guys are the worst. I didn't teach him, he taught me. You want to tell me no one noticed the cube on the front desk at Family Video? it's Steve's, he brought it on our second or third shift, he plays with it constantly, helps him concentrate or something. He showed me how to solve it, and he kind of still has to because I never remember." She finished and crossed her arms, pouting.
Steve sat there, silent, cube unsolved in his hands. He looked at it and slowly moved its parts, solving it step by step, feeling everyone's eyes on him. When he was down he sat back, placed it on the desk and crossed his hands too, still not talking.
"So you learned it all by yourself?" El smiled at him from her place on the floor and he smiled right back at her, something inside him melting.
"Yes, I did," he said quietly and her eyes were still asking, so he continued, "My grandma got me one for Christmas when I was twelve. It sat in my room for a couple of years, didn't really care about it, but one day, I think I was fourteen or fifteen, I picked it up and started playing with it while studying. In the beginning it was just to have something to do with my hands, but at some point I thought it could be nice if I could actually solve it, so I tried. It took some time, and a few different books from the library, but eventually I was able to solve it really fast. I never really stopped since then." He ended with a smile on his face, and scanned the room again, El's smile was wide, and so was Robin's. The boys looked at him in disbelief, not sure how they never noticed that about him before and Eddie, Eddie was in awe. The look on his face was a mixture of adoration and surprise, but a good kind of surprise. He looked at Steve with big brown eyes and a teasing smile tingling his lips, and then stood up, marched towards the table and grabbed the cube.
"Teach me." He declared, handing the cube to Steve. Steve looked up at him, taking the cube from his hands.
"It's already solved," Steve smiled and Eddie rolled his eyes and flicked him on the shoulder. He took the cube and scrambled it aggressively, and then gave it back to Steve, and sat on the floor.
"Please?" he looked at Steve up with doe eyes and butterflies flew through Steve's entire body.
"Okay." He said quietly, and showed Eddie how the parts move, how the colours work and the simplest steps to solving it as a beginner. The kids protested loudly that Eddie left them in the middle of the most important part of the campaign, but Eddie didn't even hear them. He was hypnotized by Steve's soft voice, by the way his eyes moved back and forth from his face to the cube, by his hair falling on his forehead as he looked down, and by him mindlessly fixing it every few seconds. He was frozen when Steve's fingers touched his hands, walking him through the steps again, and almost dropped the cube when Steve let go of it, and let him try the first step on his own. They were lost in their bubble and forgot where they even were, and when Eddie successfully solved it for the first time, Steve clapped and laughed and Eddie hugged him. Steve hugged him back, releasing a sigh, knowing that no matter what others say or think, Eddie will always value him. Eddie will always make him feel worthy and strong and smart, and will always appreciate him for his good parts, even the ones he doesn't appreciate in himself.
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Frank! fantasy flavor!
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i really wanted to blend that monk-class inspiration w/ Frank's personal vibe... i like to think that i Succeeded!
i turned his tie into a sort of brooch since, yk. bowties aren't all that Fantastical. they miss the style. also i think they'd be more comfortable with something smaller since he's very active and needs a wide range of maneuverability
i bet Eddie or someone wheedled them into adding the leather shoulder pauldrons - leather to keep it a bit more flexy, and also. it just looks Cool!
figuring out what would replace his vest was tough. i didn't want them to be entirely unprotected, but i couldn't give him straight armor. though i will admit! a sort of tight-fitting crop top was Considered! but i landed on a gambeson vest as the best fit - comfortable, flexible, a Vest, while providing some level of protection! also, gambesons are quilted, which fits Frank's diamond-checkered vest!
ive already mentioned that one of my favorite outfit things is Flowy Pants Tucked Into Boots, so... that choice wasn't very character driven. except the boots are a tall ankle wrap - for that extra stability and strength! their shoes are pretty flexible and are only a few steps away from being slippers.
and the half-skirt - open skirt? - thing (still don't know what its called) is purely some self indulgence. i think Frank looks great in skirts!! also imagining him Throwing Down w/ the added flair of the skirt... damn. it'd probably help confuse enemies too - what're they gonna do next? who knows! the skirt is in the way and adding extra Movement!
i like to think that his knife is either in a sheath attached to the back of the belt, or they have it on their thigh (under the skirt) like Wally's bag. he probably never uses it... punching is the way to go for Frank methinks. it's probably reserved for cutting ropes and fruit
speaking of punching.... wrist wraps! inspired by boxing gauze! pads his knuckles, keeps his wrist compressed, its the best choice for physical combat. though the wrapped knuckles probably always have blood showing through anyway... or no yeah it's mostly other people's blood...
as for scars - Frank probably has quite the collection! i imagine that they've been picking fights since a young age, and in such a dangerous world he probably got hit a Lot until they learned how to hit back. and hit back Well. still, i wanted to give him a cool face scar with a very lame backstory - a book with a crisp, sharp spine corner fell off a high shelf and bonked them in the face at juuuust the right angle <3 he probably stays very fucking quiet about it which makes everyone think there's some intense traumatic backstory behind it. there isn't. Frank's just embarrassed.
closing note: i imagine that Frank has zero magic. literally none. cannot wield it for shit cannot utilize it. he's just like Howdy fr
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I dunno man I feel like most statements along the lines of ‘Batman isn’t REALLY x, he’s y’ don’t hold much water because usually, there’s a pretty good chance a number of writers over the years have written him as x, you just didn’t like it or think it doesn’t count for some reason.
For example ‘Batman isn’t REALLY a good parent, he’s actually a bad parent’, when Batman has been written as a good parent by a number of writers, and has, in addition, been written as realizing that he’s screwed up with his children and resolved to fix it by even more. At the same time, stating ‘Batman isn’t REALLY a bad parent, he’s actually a good parent’ is also incorrect, because Batman has been written as a bad parent by a number of writers, either intentionally or not; in addition, the pattern presented by the tug-of-war between writers who believe he should be a good parent and writers who don’t has, over the years, created an unintentional pattern that strongly resembles that of an abusive relationship. So, stating he is a good parent is inaccurate and dismisses a bunch of his canon writing, but stating he is a bad parent also dismisses a bunch of his canon writing and the intentions of the authors that wrote him.
The secret here is realizing that Batman has had so many writers over the years that it’s practically impossible to find a universal truth about him beyond the basic premise and maybe very, very basic characterization keystones. Writers with different beliefs about both the character and the world at large have written him in accordance to their worldview, and sometimes that worldview will align with yours, and sometimes it won’t.
Like, at this point, Batman is more an idea than he is a character. He is the bare-knuckled fight against injustice, but what ‘injustice’ is depends heavily on your worldview, as does what ‘bare-knuckled’ and ‘fight’ mean. Batman has been interpreted in dozens of different ways over the years, and singling out a few of those as the True Batman is largely arbitrary and dependent on your personal taste and belief in what the character should be. The only ‘objective’ measurement you could apply here are the old Golden Age comics, and I think most fans can agree that measuring modern Batman comics by how faithful they are to the Golden Age comics is, more often than not, a little ridiculous.
For the record, I do think that arguing about what Batman should be matters; if right-wing assholes use the character as a mouthpiece for their worldview we can and should critique that, but not because it’s ‘OOC’, but because the worldview espoused by those right-wing assholes is harmful and shitty. Batman should be a good parent, not because it’s ‘OOC’ for him to be a bad parent, but because having your paragon of justice be a child abuser is pretty shitty. Etc.
I don’t really have anywhere specific to go with this, I just think it’s a little strange when people try to view Batman as a character with a clear-cut characterization, rather than a concept that many people have approached in different ways over the years. Can that concept be mishandled? Sure. But it’s usually mishandled for reasons a bit more substantial than ‘a previous writer wrote it differently’.
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