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#tim: i mean you're right but also he's getting away and i'm gonna go after him
hood-ex · 1 year
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Dick and Tim's banter never gets old.
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ynbabe · 5 months
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Male! Reader x Batfam- P.t 1
Just silly lil incorrect quotes based on a WIP
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Y/N after being forced to babysit the Wayne's, to Dick: You're my husband.
Dick, smirking at the others: Yeah I am.
Y/N, to Damian: You're my child.
Damian, begrudgingly: Yes.
Y/N, to Jason: You're my bitch.
Jason: Yeah I am- wait, what?
Y/N, to Steph, Cass and Duke: My besties.
The trio: Naturally.
Y/N, to Tim: HA, GAY!
Tim 'totally doesn't have a crush' Drake: Fuck you.
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Dick, thought he was the babysitter: What’s the point of all of this?
Bruce: I need to go off-planet and also revenge for the Batmobile.
Jason, who stole it for a joyride: The best revenge is FORGIVENESS.
Tim, pointing to Y/n sipping a margarita at 7 in the morning with sparkly pink sunglasses: Well, there’s no chance of that.
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Dick with Y/n at a PTM with all his other siblings: That kid shouldn't be allowed to treat Tim that way.
Y/n: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Dick: Yeah, let’s give him a piece of our minds--
Y/n: Let’s stab him!!!!!
Dick:
Y/n: Damian, get a knife real quick.
Dick: NO-
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Bruce, at his old age of 52: You're a lying piece of shit!
Y/n, 29 but technically 2000 years old: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!
Y/n: I'm leaving and I'm taking Dick with me!
Y/N: AND THE KIDS
Alfred, used to Bruce and his Immortal friends bs, gathering cards: And that's quite enough Monopoly for today.
Dick, being tugged by both Bruce and Y/n: I DON'T EVEN LIVE HERE! ALFIE, HELP!
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Y/n, getting the tour to babysit: Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them?
Bruce, watching Dick screaming, Damian trying to set a sleeping Jason on fire, and Steph choking on air: I don't know either.
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Y/n: The floor is lava!
Dick: *helps Y/N onto the counter*
Jason and Damian: *pushing each other off the sofa*
Tim: *lays on the floor*
Y/n: ...Are you okay?
Tim: No.
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Goon 1, talking about Redhood: I heard he's horrible.
Goon 2: Yeah, dude probably has an iceberg for a heart.
*Meanwhile, in the Cave*
Y/N: Hold still!
Jason: I had an itch!
Y/N, putting stickers on Jason's mask: I don't care, you're going to mess me up.
Jason: *Rolls his eyes but lets Y/N continue while he's smiling behind his mask.*
Y/N, margarita in hand: *Puts a gold star on Jason's redhood helmet* there. Perfect, just like you.
Jason, tearing up: Thank you.
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Y/n: BE A BETTER PERSON!
Dick: WHY?!
Y/n: BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART!
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*Dick and Y/n on a mission*
Dick, snickering to himself: Y/n needs help. Guess I have to get to the top myself
Y/n, without thinking: You’re incapable of topping anything you’re a fucking bottom
Dick: *immediately trips over nothing*
Tim, on comms support: … guys?
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Steph: I love this new strawberry-flavoured shampoo I got!
Y/n: Flavored?
Steph: Scented! I mean scented.
Steph: But yeah, it tastes like strawberries too!
Y/n, calling poison control: No you did not! STEPH!
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[Jason, Tim, Steph, Cass, Duke and Damian doing something dangerous]
Y/n [judging while drinking a margarita] Look at those morons. Where are their parents?
Y/n: ...
Y/n: Oh shit! I'm their parent!
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Tim, about his crush on Kon: I need life advice
Y/n, sipping a Margarita and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person
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Hi! wondered if i could request a Masky x Fem reader? Where the reader is injured because of something Masky did?
Ty if so! <3
~ Posion anon
Thank you so much for requesting!
TW: brief mentions of domestic violence ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Masky with an injured fem!reader
This was probably the most heated argument you've had in a while with Tim
He came home pretty tired, and he didn't feel like putting his things away
Which you can understand, that's not the part that made you mad
The part that made you mad was when he began to take off his sweaty clothes in different areas of the house as he moved to your shared bedroom
One boot was by the door, the other by the couch, his shirt on the stairs and his pants tossed carelessly over his dresser
And then next morning as he was getting ready, he got mad at you for not getting his stuff together
Now, you love Tim and you are more than willing to help him out in his times of need
But you are not some sweet little houswife that will clean up all his messes
He is a fully grown man and he can start acting like one
So as he yelled and bantered about how you should've at least gotten his stuff together, and how he'll now have to work in sweaty, dirty clothes because you didn't wash them, you could feel your anger level rising higher and higher
Eventually you'd had enough and began to yell back, telling him if it mattered that much to him he could've done it himself
The argument continued to escalate until you were both just screaming at each other unintelligible style
You are starting to get tired of this, so you push him a bit just to move him out of the way
Immediately he punches you square in the face
You are thrown back, your hand going up to touch your now aching cheekbone
You look at him with a trembling lip and watery eyes, and you could tell that as soon as he'd done it he regretted it
His expression softens from an angry glare to a look of pure sadness as he comes to hug you
You let the tears fall and the sobs leave your lips
Tim rubs your back and kisses the top of your head "shit, baby I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, please forgive me" he whispers into your hair
You like the comfort, but he also just punched you in the face. As far as you're concerned, he can suck it
So you push him away and storm up the stairs, slamming your bedroom door and continuing to cry
Leaving a very panicked Tim on the first floor
He would've gone after you, and tried to concole you further but he had to go to work, lest he be punished by Slender fo being late
While at home, you went through a flury of emotions
Sadness, anger, doubt
You had hidden yourself under a blanket so you couldn't see any of Tim's belongings
The punch had now bruised over, making you cringe when you saw it in the reflection of your phone screen
Instead of being bothered by this any further, you decide to fall asleep
You were only awoken by the sound of heavy boots on the floor, coming up next to you and rubbing your covered back
You roll your eyes and flip open the covers, giving him a nasty glare
It breaks his heart to see you like this, especially when he notices the huge bruise
He sets a big bag of things on the bed and motions for you to open it
He got you your favorite restaurant's food, some snacks and a cute little teddy bear
You raise a brow and look at him
"You really think that food is gonna excuse you punching me?"
He shakes his head and sits with you "No, definetly not but I figured you still deserve something nice"
You scoff "get the fuck out"
He looks at you, shocked "Out?"
"Out." You say again
"Out where?" He stands and rubs his hands together nervously
"I don't care, just not around me." You state simply
Tim really doesn't want to leave you, especially right now
But he also doesn't want to make you more angry than you already are, so as he walks to the front door to go out somewhere he racks his brain for any possible solutions that could allow him to make it up to you
Let's just hope he figures it out soon....
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crazydemigod666 · 3 months
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Part 15 ! And I Turn Away To See, Proud Evening Star !
Ao3
Part 1| Part 2| Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 |
Slight TW though, Danny is gonna joke about his catchphrase 'going ghost' by making some 'well guess i will kill myself then' adjacent jokes so I think I should put a TW suicide mention? Ish? If it's too much please let me know so I can change the rating and tags accordingly.
To be back at the Manor was, of al things, more lively than things had been with just the two of them at their apartment. In more ways than one.
The whole 'meet the family' thing was never Jason's forte, especially not with Danny. Considering the circumstances at which this particular instance happened, it could not have gone worse of course.
It wasn't that he was counting the days they'd been here and not at their own little piece of home, and it definitely wasn't that he got a little antsy whenever he saw Danny hanging out with his family (well, technically, their family) because wouldn't these normal, mundane interactions in between breakfast, the normal, ordinary conversations about what Damian and Duke were doing at school mean that, maybe, it all was normal?
Maybe it wasn't that bad to have ended up here again, after all?
So far, things had been uneventful.
Boringly so.
"We're leaving."
"What?"
Bruce nearly dropped his spoon as he scooped up another bite of carrot-pumpkin soup. "Right now? Where to?"
"Not right now, obviously," Jason rolled his eyes, slathering a bread roll with butter, "I wouldn't be so rude as to leave in the middle of dinner, do you know how much time Alfred puts into cooking for you lot?"
He dipped his bread in the soup, letting it soak all the moisture in.
"But I don't know," he shrugged as he felt several eyes zeroing in on him," Probably a couple days from now? I'm being courteous here by announcing it."
"And by we, you mean you also asked Danny?" Dick asked nonchalantly.  "Who says he wants to leave?"
"He is sitting right here, and can hear you too," Danny graciously slurped from his soup. 
They waited for him to continue as the liquid got refilled as quickly as he consumed it.
"Thank you, Alfred," he thanked him as he continued to eat, "But yeah I would like to, spread my wings like a Robin, as they say."
"Not a single person says that, Daniel," Damian patted a serviette along his lips.
Danny groaned, resting his elbows on the table: "I told you not to call me that."
"And we told you he will keep doing it regardless," Tim spoke up, not looking away from his tablet, "Trust me, he won't."
"I am tenacious if anything," Damian smirked. "And also, I couldn't refer to you as Todd. That would be confusing. Although both of you share the same stubborn defiance."
"I'll fucking show you defiant-"
"You're defiant-"
"Ahem," Alfred glared at them once, and only once, to which the boys sat down once more.
"In any case," Danny spoke again, "I was never one to stay cooped up, even in a manor. Scratch that, especially in a manor. I need to like, go do something, punch someone in the guts for robbing an old lady, ya know? I will literally explode otherwise."
"That seems a little over dramatic," Duke piped up softly. "Or...do you...actually?"
"I mean, I probably won't?" Danny waved his hands around. "But like, you know how, hmmmm...."
He pondered over his soup how to best explain it.
"You know how certain mechanisms are designed to do one thing? Like move in one specific direction regardless of obstruction and they'll keep doing it until either they or the obstruction breaks or both?"
"I didn't think of that before but I get what you mean, thanks," Duke replied with a nervous smile and continued eating quietly like before.
"Point is," Jason continued for him, "We know you guys just don't want us to leave, considering," he gestured towards himself," All of that, but I, have a business to run and Danny needs to do, uuuh,"
"Vigilante ghost training!"
"Yes, that, totally," Jason agreed. "Plus it's getting a little crowded with us all together like this for such a long time."
"It's been months since we've finally been able to sit together like this, Jay," Bruce swirled his spoon around, "With no one on patrol during dinner, thanks to Superman."
"Which, by the way!" Jason completely turned towards him, "Are we never going to address that?" 
He looked at his siblings: "You just bat your eyelashes at Supes and he just happens to be in Gotham with nothing to do so he will happily patrol for you? Paranoid you? Who wouldn't let us patrol on our own for, how long was it, Dick?"
"Oh for me at least several years."
"You pummeled criminals while cackling, Dick. It wasn't just for my own sanity, that was for Gotham's sanity."
"Point taken," he admitted defeat with a grin.
"Anyway, not the subject, not important," Bruce waved the topic aside, "It's just, medical observation."
"Medical. Observation," Jason repeated.
"Yes."
"B. It's been weeks."
"Recovery can take up to several months."
"I'm fine. We're both fine," he growled more than he grunted. 
"Can we not discuss this during dinner?" Bruce pleaded. 
No, that wasn't right, Jason thought. Bruce doesn't plead, he orders. Demands. Requires. He does not plead. Pleading insinuates care and expectant empathy. 
As much as Jason didn't want to have any of that, didn't want to feel any guilt because why? Why should he feel guilty or bad about wanting to go home with Danny? 
Maybe, he already was without accepting it.
Regardless, he sighed: "Alright," he held up his hands in surrender, one hand holding bread and the other a knife, "We'll discuss it later."
"But-" Danny wanted to protest. A swift glance at his dad however, made him realise that this wasn't the right time to discuss his freedom. He too had to admit, they weren't held hostage. They were held onto. A feeling he usually only got from his sister, friends and Jason since recently.
Having a whole extended family was something he needed to adapt to. The least he could do now was appreciate the food that family's butler made.
Not that he had any trouble doing so.
Dinner dragged on, like several others to follow. And still, they remained at Wayne Manor. 
"Oh I need some help with this case"
"I totally need to show you this latest thing"
"Have you seen this? You gotta check this out!"
By being as obnoxious as possible, they managed to keep the pair tied down. Yes, they knew it was to prevent them from leaving. Yes, it felt absolutely suffocating.
But, it also, felt nice, for a change.
No patrols, no work, no fights.
No danger.
That last part especially is what made Jason so easy to persuade. Ironic considering having Danny meet this circus full of monkeys and what nots was the thing that had unnerved him most of all, but now that it happened, he forgot how nice it was to have more people to fall back on.
Not that he didn't have that after he left, far from it. The Outlaws were often at times more family than his actual family ever was. Sides he could show them but never Bruce. Vulnerability which could resurface with Artemis but never Dick.
And yet, seeing how Danny got along better than he expected, seeing how he himself felt better at ease within the tall walls and polished wooden floors than he wanted to let on, he couldn't fully go back to this life. 
The life of the second son, second Robin.
He still remembers, as he walks down several corridors, how his pictures had been removed when he had died and only a while after been put back. How worn out the carpet leading up to his room was, the threads thinner than they were when he was still alive.
He remembers how the dust in Dick's room sat quiet longer than it usually would. How the dust in his room never settled, as if the room itself was waiting for his return.
There was an urge to fill up what he left behind, the gaping hole that death made into the small family of barely four. A hole that never quite got filled, not even when he came back.
After all, he came back wrong.
In a place as big as this, having so much room could feel intoxicating. A sense of freedom that concealed how truly trapped you felt. 
A bird in a cage, made to perform.
But there was safety in that cage. Food and water. Warmth, and shelter. 
A cage, no less.
Was he not putting Danny in that same cage? Was he going to exchange his wings for golden bars? Was he-
He stopped at the end of another hallway, right in front of a large, ornate mirror. Jason clenched his fists, landing his knuckles against the grainy wallpaper of the wall next to the mirror.
"Am I like Bruce?" he whispered to his reflection.
"I sincerely hope you're not," a voice rang from behind him.
Looking back at him in the looking glass were a pair of green speckled icy blue eyes. Danny calmly walked up to him, forehead slightly creased in thought.
"I don't think you are," he added finally. "You're similar, in a way, but not the same."
"In a bad way?" Jason asked.
"In a bat way," Danny replied.
The older vigilante chuckled, pressing his back against the wall and running a hand through his hair. Danny mirrored him, opting to cross his legs mid air instead of leaning against the walls. He continued as he floated:
"You both have that same, tenacity, I guess you could call it?" he scratched at the back of his neck. "You have this almost obsessive urge to protect the people you care about most."
"Well, according to EMMA, that seems to come with the core," Jason retorted. 
"Okay just because you happened to have that-"
"And so do you."
"JUST BECAUSE I HAPPEN TO HAVE THAT-", Danny gestured dramatically before settling down again. "You both just want the same thing."
"Done in different ways."
"I guess?" Danny turned to lay down mid air. "I'd like to go back home, but there could have been worse ways to be right now. Also the food, man."
"Told you Alfred is amazing."
"I am going to like, find his favourite author in the Ghost Zone or something like that. Portal to get him his favourite limited edition tea or such."
"I think he'll appreciate you just complimenting his skills."
"Okay but tea though."
"Valid, valid," Jason sighed happily. They listened to a clock ticking away from the other end of the hallway as Danny drifted up and down, taking in the place Jason lived in, as short as that time was. 
He could hardly imagine Jason, the Red Hood, living as some rich kid in a mansion, going to galas and being the latest Wayne addition. Then again, Sam also lived that life and was nothing like the elite her parents mingled with.
"I can't imagine you as a kid running through these halls," he eventually admitted. "It seems so foreign."
"What, the running through a mansion or me being a kid?" Jason chuckled. "I used to be your height too at one point you know?"
"Ha ha, yeah yeah built like a brick shithouse Todd," Danny rolled his eyes. "I dunno," he looked at the ornate artworks and paintings on the walls, "You just never, I mean, I know about your Robin days. But I can't really see you in bright primary colours or clinging to a teenage Dick like that."
"Hey woah woah, I did not  'cling'," he held up his fingers in quotation marks, "Dick was barely around when I got here. Emo rebellious ass was too busy."
"Emo-," Danny floated closer, " rebellious ? "
"I tell people this ALL THE TIME," Jason waved his hands in exasperation, "But Dick! Was never! A sunshine! Kid! He was a bitch boy!"
"Le gasp!" Danny patted his cheeks. "No fucking way."
"Yes way!" Jason got off the wall. "Come on," he dragged Danny away, all the way back to his room. 
"Where are we going?"
"I'm gonna-," he opened his room, unlocked as locking a door in this house would never be locked longer that 0.3 seconds anyway, "Show you."
Despite having been here for a while, Danny had never been inside Jason's actual room. Always retreating to his own guest bedroom (which Bruce insisted on could be his own actual room) or one of the other hundred rooms they all commonly used, he respected Jason's privacy that much.
Piling into the spacious bedroom, Danny expected things to be...different.
Large red curtains draped onto the floor ever so slightly, framing the giant windows and bound by golden tassels. A bit too ornate considering Jason's usual taste, but considering this was a manor and not an apartment in the city, he guessed it made sense.
As Jason went over to a drawer, Danny inspected the built in shelves:
Several objects were put on display or carefully laid out like little keepsakes. An old version of a batarang, with a different alloy. A little pin, shaped in the signature Robin R. A note, hastily scribbled down on a napkin reading "Thank you" laid underneath it. A crudely carved birdarang, or maybe it was a birdarang that never got repaired, Danny didn't know.
On the shelf next to it were several books, neatly stacked together and arranged alphabetically. On was leaning against the others, seemingly missing it's predecessor which Danny found laying on the night stand next to the bed. A small drawing protruded out from the the back of the book, indicating Jason was almost done with what looked like a well worn book. He couldn't make out what the drawing was, only a signature D.W. at the corner.
"Where did I put them-," Jason muttered as he was looking around the wooden edges of the drawer, definitely not looking inside it like a normal person would.
Danny let him continue, walking over to the walls lined with pictures. Several people he didn't even recognise, most of them he did. It showcased how little he knew about Jason before his death. Or even from before they met. He did know that some things, he best not know at all.
"Found them!" Jason laughed triumphantly, having seemingly disassembled the drawer somehow.
"What'cha got there?"
"Blackmail" he grinned. He pushed onto one of the handles and to the side of one of the panels and the disassembled drawer became whole once more. "Dick never figured out how to get into the secret compartment. And I also have some copies elsewhere so he wouldn't bother even if he did."
"So," Jason plopped onto his bed with a browned envelope in his hands. "Now this, is what Dick looked like back when I was Robin."
He handed Danny a pile of pictures, some of Dick, some of Jason, and some of both of them.
Danny hardly contained himself as he let the different depictions of Dick slide through his fingers.
"Not the heavy eyeliner-" he nearly cried, "Ancients above, the mullet-"
"And the foul language back then!" Jason exclaimed, "He's all 'watch your language mimimimi' now but if I had a nickel for every time that man spouted profanities or insulted people, I would be richer than Bruce."
"But he's so, he's such a-"
"A golden retriever?" Jason laughed," A goody two shoes? Dick is the most unhinged Robin out of all of us. And that says something."
"With your current Robin that is surprising," Danny admitted. "And here I was thinking you were the trouble child."
"Hey, hey, come now," Jason put his hand to his chest, "Don't mock my reputation. I was a delight back then. I am a menace right now only because the people around me were worse."
"Pppffffft," Danny pushed him off the bed with only a tiny bit of help from his super strength. "Bet?"
"Fucking bet!" Jason leapt up again. "I am the one and only Red Hood, of course I am."
"Aight, mister Red Riding Hood-" Jason delivered upon his kid a whole tray of knuckle sandwiches as Danny continued, "When are we sneaking out then?"
"Oh, are you challenging me?" Jason felt delighted to see Danny have a bit of mischief going on for him, "Are you challenging me?"
"I'd say yes, but it is hardly a challenge," Danny taunted him. "I do want to be back on time before dinner tonight though, so let's make it a race."
"We gotta make it a race the Flash can't even win," Jason gathered the pictures again, "I have to help Alfred prepare. Timing is key with this roast."
"Normally I'd mock you for saying things like that," Danny whirled around him, " but having tasted his cooking I'm afraid I'll get cursed if I do."
"Yeah," Jason hid away his blackmail folder again, "Do you wanna race the civilian way or the vigilante way?"
"Uh, duh? ", Danny replied mocking him. "Soul divorce style."
The rings flashed over him in an instant, revealing his vibrant green eyes and white hair once more.
"We gotta work on your catchphrases," Jason said already walking out the room. 
"What, going ghost not good enough? Let me sewer slide? Gonna sleep with the fishes?"
"Nooooo."
"Pushing daisies?"
"Gods help me", Jason groaned as he closed the door.
"Singing with the angels?" Danny continued.
"Who raised you?"
"The dead?" Danny retorted. "You?"
"Man did I do a poor job then," he laughed.
"Oh!" Danny clutched his metaphorical pearls, "I am at a loss for words!"
Despite being at a loss for words, Danny continued to make several jokes until they almost reached their apartment. Of course, he won by a mile.
"I don't know why I thought I could win," Jason huffed as they reached the final rooftop. "You cheat."
"Uh, you said vigilante style. Not my fault you can't fly as a vigilante," Danny responded with a cheeky smile.
"One day," Jason laughed with his voice modulator on, "One day I will win."
"Sure, whatever you say pops," Danny lazily flew ahead. "You think we can go back in real quick?" 
Danny pointed at their place: "I want to grab some ecto cookies."
"Wouldn't they have gone stale after all these weeks?" Jason pushed himself off from the ground.
"The cookies. The cookies made with ectoplasm. The cookies made with the stuff that keeps the dead alive. The ectoplasm cookies-"
Jason put his gloved hand against his mouth, the fabric of Danny's mask muffling his laughter a bit.
"I get it I get it, jeez," Jason teased him, "I'll leave you behind next time."
"Little old me?" Danny phased through his hand, "You wouldn't dare."
He floated off the edge towards their apartment building as Jason suddenly grabbed his hand.
"What, scared you'll lose again?" he joked.
"Something's off," Jason turned serious. "Look at the windows."
"I don't see anything at the windows."
"Exactly."
Jason tapped the side of his helmet. "When we left, that night, what did we do?"
"Uh, I don't really recall?"
"Were our curtains open, or closed?"
"Open?"
"So why are they closed now?"
Danny turned to look at the windows again, eyes narrowing: "Someone's in our apartment."
Jason readied his grappling hook, guns at the ready as he aimed: "Time to welcome them then, don't you think?"
"Homecoming it is."
As the duo made their way over, they waited, using Danny's powers to enter their little abode once again. Cloaked in darkness, they made out a figure rustling about the place, carefully looking over every cabinet, crack and object they could find.
At Jason's signal, they both wrestled the figure to the ground, Danny pressing his knee on their back and Jason holding them at gunpoint as he turned on the light of their apartment. Immediately, he was startled by the sight:
"B?" 
"Br-, I mean, Batman?" Danny's eyes widened.
"Hnnggg," he groaned in response.
"Gee whiz Batman, what the fuck are you doing here?" Jason exclaimed as he lowered his gun.
"Investigating," he replied as Danny released him.
"Investigating what, exactly?" Jason's anger rose. "Behind my back no less? I-, for fucks sake, I was starting to finally trust you a little!" 
Jason waved his hands around exasperated. "You do this every damn time, you know?"
"I have an explanation, I can explain-"
"Well then start explaining fast!" Danny joined in, equally mad, "Is this just a billionaire thing? Lying to people and then backstabbing them? I was trying to give you the benefit of the doubt, man!"
"I wasn't lying-"
"Not telling someone who lives in your own house that you are breaking into their home while not letting them leave is kind of like lying and if I may say, a little if not a lot of manipulating!" Jason yelled. 
"I was trying to make it safe!" Bruce yelled back. 
"By breaking and entering?" Danny snapped.
"I admit that was not the best way to do it, but it had to be done discreetly, I don't know who else is listening or monitoring you."
"Aside from you, of course?" Jason bit back.
"I swear," Bruce held up his hands, "I only arrived today. I wasn't planning on doing it. But I needed to check."
"Check what? That we're not a threat? That I needed to be collared and put on a leash?" Danny's venom was palpable. "That I wasn't going to hurt Jason?"
"Only at first, but-"
"Oh, so you do think I'm dangerous, of fucking course," Danny hunched in on himself. "It's always, always the same-"
"I was not investigating either of you!" Bruce hissed. "I was investigating the people hunting you."
"What?" the perplexed vigilantes stumbled backwards.
"I looked into it a while ago," Bruce admitted, "First it was just you, yes, I admit that, but I knew you weren't a threat any more than Superman is. And I trust both of you with my life. But the reason you ended up here, the reason you had to run...."
He looked over at Jason: "I needed to be sure that it wouldn't follow you here."
"W-what did you find?" Danny turned more transparant. "Did they?"
"I-" he stopped, eyes on the windows. A fleeting shadow cast over the curtains.
"DUCK!" he yelled, grabbing Danny with him as the glass shattered over them. Smoke filled the room along with several figures in white, honing in on Jason. Several dropped to floor already as Jason took them out, leaving Bruce with Danny.
The table shattered as Jason got pushed towards it, dropping his guns from the impact.
"Oh yeah, guess what you fuckers, I got some new upgrades!" he yelped triumphantly.
"Jason don't! They're not-" 
Danny got cut off by Jason's ear piercing shriek, dropping lifeless to the floor as the figures in white loomed over them, weapons in hand that marked the horrifying signature of Danny's family heritage.
"B, you have to help him, don't let them take him," Danny begged him with tears in his eyes as he turned the assailants next to them into human icicles. "I can buy you time!"
Bruce nodded, already crossing the distance and taking out the people dragging Jason's body away.
"Like hell you will," he growled as he landed his kevlar boot with a sickening crunch onto one of their faces. The other tried with the same device, landing it on his lower abdomen and grinning widely, only to be met with a fist as Bruce knocked him out cold.
"I don't know what you think you're achieving with that thing," he said, turning to the last assailant who was very eager to suddenly leave again, "But it won't work on me!" 
With a swift punch to the gut, the third one lay motionless on the floor along with his colleagues. Enemies down and secured, he focused on Jason.
"Can you hear me? Hood?" he checked for vitals, glad those were at least still there. "Jay, can you hear me?"
With a groan, Jason slowly turned towards him. 
"Hey, easy, easy," he helped him get up, propped up against the couch. Not the first time that had happened. 
"Wh-," he wheezed heavily, "Danny?"
"He's okay, he's-" 
Bruce turned, scanning the room for the kid. 
"Danny?" he left Jason on the ground, going back to where he last saw him. Then to the kitchen, the bedroom, the bathroom-
"Danny!?" He yelled, voice filling with desperation when he found only his mask.
He was gone.
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socheckitout-mikey · 2 years
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heya birdies! here's a shorter hc piece! sorry i haven't posted much other than reblogging. it's hard to type well on my phone bc a keyboard on a computer helps the words flow better. once again, i lost an ask. will that ever not occur? probably not! anyway, here's another masterpiece of chaos for the outsiders! enjoy. (': - mae
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How the Curtis Gang and Shepard Brothers Flirt Hc's:
Curly Shepard:
° He flirts by being mean to you because Curly's a little shit lmaoo! He's that guy that'll get under your skin so you talk to him. I'm pretty sure at first y'all couldn't stand each other.
° He tries to be smooth, but he's not the brainiest so the lines he practiced either sound corny or dirty ngl. He did get most of them from Tim or his gang members after all. Curly is a bit of a copycat in that sense, but he's original in some stupidity he pulls. He's actually incredibly funny, with a quirky sense of smoothness. 
° Deffo tried flirting with you by propping his foot on a stool, missed and face planted lmaoo. You never let him live it down, but it got him a date with you because he made you laugh a lot. So in the end, Curly's stupidity and clumsiness won! (I say that affectionately ofc! We Stan Curly Shepard on this blog.)
° He thinks flirting is also doing something that he knows is gonna get him into trouble right in front of you. Curly's a bit of a show off, isn't he? Nevermind, there's entertainment at all times in your budding relationship. Curly doesn't like to be serious too often, so you'll be in for lots of fun and trouble making!
Dallas Winston:
° Omfg is he a bastard! Flirting with Dallas is one wild ass ride. The president of the, "I Like You So I'm Gonna Be Mean to You Club". The bigger the reaction you give him, the better. And boy will he get it because he genuinely does have a whole arsenal of things. He'll get dirty real fast, though that's more at the start.
° He's very touchy and will sling his arm around your shoulders, a hand in your back pocket… He shows interest. Dallas is not shy!
° His eyes fall to your lips, filled with mischief and interest. An absolute tease when he leans in just a little closer, and when you're ready to kiss him, he turns away smoothly at the last second. All just to rile you up because he likes 'em feisty!
° Dirty jokes galore! He's got incredibly smooth as hell pickup lines too. When he wants to be, he can make a good impression.
Darry Curtis:
° Darry is surprisingly smooth when he wants to be. People are stunned because they don't see it coming as it's not on display often. His grumpiness disappears, replaced by a cheerful charm and smoothed features. Not an ounce of stress on his face. He's inclined to laugh more. He's still got the charm! Oh and his smile is to die for!
° He's old school and very gentlemanly. He wants to make a good impression even if you've been married for decades! Darry enjoys taking care of the one he's interested in. That'll never go away, so flirting can almost come in the form of checking up on you too. 
° Darry pulls out all of the romantic stops that he can. Expect lots of flowers and stuff - Soda had to help him arrange it all because he's so damn busy, but his intentions were definitely there. No one can deny that. He even gave Sodapop strict orders, otherwise he'd have beaten the tar outta him because Soda gets distracted easily. (Obviously that last bit isn't me being totally serious.)
° Lots of eye contact and smiling. He's got a beautiful smile - and yes, I know I mentioned that again. Darry shows interest through looking into your eyes, having a gentle arm around your shoulders and just being the gentleman that he is.
Johnny Cade:
° He's clumsy and it can be insanely challenging to pick up when he's flirting. However, he has more colour to his face than what's normal. He's a glowing tomato! 
° Johnny is genuinely interested and will say the most sincere compliments to you when he's worked up the courage to do so. I feel he would stammer a lot, but he means what he says. You can tell, and it makes you have an explosion of butterflies in your belly.
° Pda isn't his thing really. Touch in of itself can be challenging to experience, but he does try to hold your hand out in public. He always sticks by you the closest, so much so that you can practically feel his body heat. Don't take offense to this, he's way more affectionate when it's just you two. It's just that all these curious eyes on you both freaks him out.
° He goes out of his way to help you with things, even if he's not really good at it. It's his way of showing you he cares about you. Johnny wants to feel like he's worth something, and how he does this is by getting his hands a little dirty for you. It leads to a lot of wholesome or even funny moments. The more he does this without you protesting, the more comfortable he gets around you.
Ponyboy Curtis:
° He's clumsy too in his approach. He blushes sm but he tries to be flirty. He fails, but not without you giggling. He gets real mopey, but adores your sudden affection. Pony is just embarrassed.
° He's kind, helping you with any of your school work as he enjoys spending time with you. Gets all dreamy eyed when you're there, and you'll catch him daydreaming - even when you're talking. He just sorta gets lost, guys. Earth to Pony!
° Compliments you sincerely and smiles a lot more. Suggests that you guys go see a movie together. This is a huge step, because as we know, Ponyboy doesn't like watching movies with other people. However, he feels comfortable with you, knowing you won't intrude in his mental space by gratingly talking through said movie.
° Ponyboy shares things with you that he never shares with anyone like movies, books, sunsets, etc. If he's talking passionately about something to you then it's a good sign. He loves listening to your passions too. He can wrap his head around a lot of different topics all at once. All I can see now is Ponyboy just swooning over you silently with a whimsical sigh as you chat about your latest interest. Absolutely wholesome!
Sodapop Curtis:
° Sodapop flirts to the max with you! He makes it very obvious that he's into you whilst also remaining cool and smooth. He's got a knack for sweeping you off your feet, it feels like you're in a romance movie!
° Sometimes it can be challenging to see when he's interested or just flirting for the fun of it. The lines can be blurred because of how friendly he is. Yet do not let that deter you. When Sodapop is seriously interested, you can tell with the sparkle in those gorgeous, dreamy eyes of his.
° He gets your number with a smooth pick up line! He's also touchy since his love language is touch. Not inappropriately of course, but what you're comfortable with: Holding hands, his hand in your back pocket, an arm over your shoulder, etc. Sodapop is drawn to you like a fly is drawn to honey, but not obsessively. He knows the balance and picks up quickly what you are and aren't comfortable with.
° Asks you out or takes you to a party. His entire attention is on you. He wants to show people how much fun y'all are having. Sodapop is very direct, but he can also be coy. He likes a bit of a chase, but he carries himself with sweet gestures, yet flirtatious advances. He knows how to have you swooning over him in seconds.
Steve Randle:
° Oh boy, you're not prepared for Steve Randle. He's smooth asf and that wise cracking attitude either grates on your last nerves or makes you think he's slick enough to date. There's no in between, but whether you hate him or not at first, it doesn't matter, he somehow gets you to be fond of him soon.
° Soda is his wingman for sure, helping him feel better about himself. He gasses him up to you, which makes him feel less nervous about asking you out. He wants to make a good impression. Besides, Sodapop helps ease your nerves too! The bridge that causes you both to meet.
° Steve is more physical. He likes to have a hand on you at all times. He isn't shy at all, but he tows the line of respect very well. Only gets more dirty if you're into that kinda thing lmaoo.
° He's the type to wink at you and shit lol. It's actually not embarrassing or cheesy at all. Sometimes you'll look up from across the room at a party and he's half listening to Soda while he's getting your drinks. You catch him looking at you with those pretty blue eyes and he just winks in a way that makes your heart throb. You have to look away. It only makes him approach you, whispering, "Whatchu hidin' those pretty eyes from me for?" right into your ear as he hands you your drink.
Tim Shepard:
° He fights Dallas for the presidential spot of the "I Like You So I'm Gonna Be Mean to You Club" lmaoo. However he has a lot of charm. His handsomeness also helps. He's a ladies man after all! Tim is swooned after by many women, but he's got his eyes set on you.
° Once again, physical touch and flirty comments galore! It's the one time Tim is the most talkative. He is adventurous, pulling you in tow. He's eager on the inside, but smooth and mysterious on the outside. Everything you say and do he notices, he just might not make it apparent.
° Really observant so he knows quite quickly how to get you into his good graces. It's like a gift he has. He also is the type to tease you a little mercilessly when you've done something cute or whatever. He can't help it. Any excuse to get you even a little embarrassed without outright humiliating you gets a kick out of him. He enjoys it when you smack him playfully on the arm when he's made a dirty joke, because you're relaxed.
° Tim is the type to walk or drive you home. It's sort of sweet, but he just says he's going in that direction anyway lol. He usually isn't. He's a protective boyfriend, and wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he let you run off on your own and you got jumped. He's adamant about it too, and when he can't, he gets someone he trusts from his gang to walk you home.
Two-bit Matthews:
° Two does what he does best, which is to make you laugh. He loves to see and hear you smile and laugh. Bonus points if you're crying and wheezing! He enjoys someone that can have easy banter with. So the more that you poke fun back at him, the more he's gonna be into you.
° He's such a dork with his cheesy pickup lines. He has no shame, people! Two has the corniest jokes and lines, they make you roll your eyes and shake your head. He's so much fun to be around, because one moment you could be talking, the next you're swing dancing like no tomorrow! Absolute chaotic spontaneity.
° Puts up the charm, loving how you keep up with him. He's witty and likes witty people too! Two enjoys your sense of humour - even if it's a little quirky. He can do quirky without any trouble, just be warned he's got a dirty mouth, especially when drunk. So dirty jokes are definitely on the menu.
° Physically affectionate to the point where he may not get that he's going a bit overboard. He's not out to make you uncomfortable, but being boozed up all the time and not taking things so seriously can get in the way. But nothing funny I promise. Besides, I think Two-bit just likes to be around you so much anyway.
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Fellow Travelers Rewatch Party | You're Wonderful
Favourite moment(s) or scene(s) of the episode
It's still the whole chicken noodle soup scenario, from Hawk's entrance up until the radio gets brought up. I like how it sets up their starting dynamic. And to link with that, the whole dynamic filp when “I wanna go to the party” happens. Tim's hones his seductress powers, and we get to see Hawk be the flustered one caught off guard for once.
I also really like the opening scenes 🥹 and the election night meeting and the 1st time at the Cozy Corner and and and–
Favourite quote/dialogue
There's so many too choose from 😭 I'm gonna list a few;
For funsies:
“I'm your boy, right?” - I mean, it's the blog title for a reason - the moment the tables turn. (I made an edit of this moment as a bit of episode appreciation, as suggested in the master series rewatch post 🫶)
“I'll spend the afternoon picturing you kneeling in prayer.”
For feelsies:
“When I committed this sin, I felt pure. More pure than I felt in my entire life. So how can I be sorry for it?”
“I want to hold you tonight. If you'll let me.” - it's just so 🥺
Something new you noticed after the rewatch
Joe Alsop is talking about turtle soup that smells like feet (but taste great) at his party. 👀 And Tim's just stood there, then the camera goes back and settles on Hawk in the background talking to Lucy and someone else. Tim's smile fades at first for a lil bit, but then he has this like sneaky smile when it goes back to him. Given what happened in the previous scene, it's very... 😈
And just some more of this bit, Tim then goes to grab a drink for Mary and as he's walking away we see Hawk tracking him with his eyes (and of course he then follows him). I knew the major beats at this party, but there were certain little things that I definitely did not pick up on before. 😆 (Probably too brrrrrrrr from the previous scene)
The MVP of the episode
I think I'm gonna have to go with 80s Tim, even though we only catch a glimpse of him. It's the decision he makes, to allow Hawk back in, that makes the rest of the 80s timeline possible. 🥲
You general thoughts on the episode
It just perfectly sets everything up for the rest of the series. There's so many bits of dialogue that calls back to things later on, or is just more interesting with them in mind. Also all the anticipation at the end, even when you already know the while story, some bits still had me holding my breath like an idiot hahah.
My main feelings coming out of episode 1 is just always wanting to protect 50s Tim at all costs. Though after seeing the whole show and softening on Hawk, I also wanna protect him; from himself. But yeah - screaming crying etc.
Thoughts on soundtrack of the episode
I'll spare you the essay about when each part the score comes up in the episode and how it makes me feel (😭), but it's just brilliant. Hawk's main theme at the election party, and Pull Them Off at Tim's apartment being notable.
The Waiting for Tim theme especially is just. 😚🤌 He's waiting for his call back at that cafe/diner in the 80s, while he was also waiting outside his apartment in the 50s, and it's just full of anticipation. 🥺
While you're here, go listen to the composer talk about this particular piece.
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kayssweetdreams · 1 year
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Maestro Hiccups 3: Chaos Incarnate Ch 10
Without a moments hesitation, you run to Leo's Aid, grabbing his hand while Emma was sucked into her own portal...unfortunately, You and Leo were also whisked away to who knows where.
When you finally land, you find yourself in what seemed to be a large kitchen in the sky, surrounded by thunder clouds, as the booming base of rap music fills your ears. You cover your ears, hoping to drown out the base rattling your skull. "Ack! Where are we?!" You yell to Leo "WHAT?!" He shouts. It would seem that the cracking of thunder, and the bass seemed to get louder "I SAID!! WHERE ARE WE?!" You yell out, but once again, your voice was muted over by the increasingly loud bass. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?!" Leo yells back.
You groan as you drag over a small pot, and put it over him and you "I said. Where are we?" You say, finally hearing your own thoughts again "Well, I'm taking a wild guess here, but I think we're in another section of Wonderworld." He said, his voice back at a minimum. "Another part?" You ask "Yeah, Wonderworld is a lot bigger than the Isle of Tims, and the theater. This is probably one of the worlds that belongs to an inhabitant." He said. You tilt your head. Inhabitant??
"It's a long story, but I'll explain after all of...this." He said. "Alright. But which world are we in?" You ask. Leo then looks curious "Well, the worlds are so messed up, I can't pinpoint which one it is, but I'm sure I can figure it out if I find something familiar." He said. The two of you (reluctantly) exited the large pot, and the booming bass fills your ears once more. "WE CAN'T WALK THROUGH THIS WORLD LIKE THIS!!" You shout.
"WELL THERE'S NOTHING HERE TO COVER OUR EARS RIGHT NOW!! WE HAVE TO KEEP GOING!" Leo shouted as the two of you walked through the mixed up world. The both of you kept your hands to your ears to make sure they don't pop from the loud base, however, it seemed to continuously get louder with every step you took. Suddenly, something seemed to have fallen out of the thundering clouds, and just INCHES in front if you. "W-WHAT THE HECK?!" You panic, looking at the odd wreckage, but looking at it closer, it seems to resembled a odd looking bike-plane hybrid.
Leo's eyes seemed to light up at the wreckage however NOW I KNOW WHERE WE ARE!! THIS IS THE WORLD OF HAOYU CHANG!" He shouted with a smile. You however were far from happy "WHO WAS THAT?!" You shout back. Leo was about to respond, when a boy with green hair and goggles adorning his eyes popped out of a small entry was, constructed out of boomboxes, bike wreckage, and cooking utensils. "OVER HERE!!" He shouts, waving hid hand, and gesturing you to get closer.
You and Leo quickly rush into the small entrance, and find relief for your ears once more. "Thanks. I don't know how much longer I could take." You sat. "Yeah...I find myself hating rap now. I mean, I was never a fan to begin with, but now I completely despise it." The boys says. "At least you're OK. Oh! Haoyu, this is Y/N. Y/N, Meet Haoyu Chang." Leo said. Haoyu flashed a smile "Hey There! I never have seen you in Timeville before, you must be new!" He said cheerfully, as if the insanity outside wasn't even happening.
"N-Nice to meet you too. So...this is your world." You say, gazing out at the craziness that was occurring outside. Haoyu's smile was slowly fading into panic "well...Kinda. The plane stuff is mine, everything else is the effects of Balan's reality warping Hiccups, and Lance's Nightmare Hiccups." He said. "Well, at least nothing happened to you...yet." Leo added. "What does that mean?" You ask. "Usually, Balan and Lance always effect people at the strangest times, I wouldn't be surprised if one of his hiccups effected you right no-" Leo was cut off my Haoyu slapping a hand to his mouth and shushing him "SHHHHH!! You're gonna jinx it!!" He shouted.
You think back to meeting Balan, sure he had hiccuped you to random areas of the room, and in different scenarios, but you didn't have any effects put on you yet. Suddenly, a random burst of smoke seems to surround you, as Haoyu and Leo give out a panicked shout. You shut your eyes as you feel a tingle of magic surround you, and you wait for the worst to happen...
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Fellow Traveler - Part 2
Tim has no problem buying and furnishing a place in London, but Marinette tells him she's having trouble finding somewhere to rent, so he invites her to stay with him while she gets things sorted out.
"You can stay as long as you have to."
"Thanks, but it's only for a week, I promise", she tells him with a smile.
It's not a week. Not because Marinette can't find a place to live – "a friend of mine said I could share a place with him" – but because Tim doesn't want her to go.
"It's gonna be empty without you here."
"If you want me to stay, you need only ask."
"Stay."
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Marinette asks him who he's spending the holidays with, then becomes outraged upon finding out the answer is "no one".
"Surely you have friends who can visit you, or who you can visit."
"They're spending the holidays with their own families." And if Tim visited them, or they visited him, it could blow his cover. It's been nearly seven months since he left, and no one has attempted to find him yet.
(Babs called him a while back, however. She'd been a little drunk and wouldn't stop saying "I'm sorry I didn't believe you". He couldn't tell what exactly she'd been talking about.)
"You know what? You're coming with me. My parents are dying to meet you and they make the best Christmas cookies in all of France."
The Dupain-Chengs do make the best cookies in all of France. They're also really nice and keep making remarks about how he needs to eat more. That tracks with Marinette's habits of forgetting to eat and sleep. Tim's not complaining about that, though, 'cause it takes one to know one and Marinette's death coffee recipe is a blessing from the gods themselves.
She keeps an eye on him during dinner, but doesn't try to hide it. Anytime Tom and Sabine get a bit too focused on asking questions about Tim's personal life, she finds a way to deflect it smoothly. After the table is cleared and the dishes are washed, Tom starts asking a question that begins with "So, are you..." and Marinette makes a quick excuse about wanting to show Tim her balcony.
"Isn't it too cold for that, sweetie?" Sabine asks.
"We'll just see the stars for a bit, maman", Marinette replies, already beckoning Tim to follow her up the stairs. Her parents don't voice further objection, either too used to their daughter's stubbornness or with letting her get her way.
In Mme. Cheng's defence, it really is hella cold outside. There are no stars to be seen, the sky hidden behind clouds on all sides, but the City of Lights shines around them and, if Tim listens closely, he can hear other families celebrating Christmas in their own homes.
"Sorry about that. I know my parents can be a bit... nosy", Marinette says, leaning against the railing of the balcony to look at the park on the other side of the street. Tim goes to copy her, but as soon as his hands touch the freezing metal, he retreats a step. Marinette, the traitor, has the audacity to smirk at him. "I mean it, though. They mean well, they're just not the most understanding when it comes to secrets."
The end of her sentence makes Tim's blood run cold for a second, the adrenaline that comes with the too-familiar anxiety.
"What makes you think I'm keeping secrets?" He asks, hopefully casually. Marinette gives him a rather unimpressed look, but soon schools her expression into seriousness.
"I don't know a lot about you, and that's fine. You don't owe me anything and you have the right to your privacy. I have my secrets too."
She doesn't elaborate, and they fall into the kind of silence they grew used to in their shared apartment. The kind that comes with Marinette working on her projects on one end of the dinner table while Tim edits his photographs on the other; a silence that isn't lonely.
At some point, small snowflakes start falling over them. The speckles of ice reflect the lights of the city and are blown away with the steam of their breaths.
"I know you're not much of an extrovert", Marinette says, after a while. "But one of my old friends is throwing a New Year's party, and since we're staying for a few weeks anyway… wanna be my plus one?"
Maybe Tim is losing his touch, but he accepts without much thought. That turns out to be a small mistake on his part, because on December 31st, he finds out that the party is happening at Le Grand Paris, and that Marinette's old friend literally owns the hotel.
"I didn't know you had so many friends in high places", Tim comments, looking around the party. It isn't one of the biggest parties he's ever attended, not by far, but the concentrated capital in the room looks like enough to buy a small country.
"I wouldn't call this 'high places', but, uh… yeah. They weren't so famous when we met." Marinette seems like she's about to say something else, but one of the attendees - a girl with reddish hair and square glasses, Marinette calls her Alya - calls her name and asks to take a selfie with her for Instagram.
That's when the other shoe drops.
This was a terrible idea. The place is too big, there are cameras around, a bunch of strangers with phones and social media. All it would take would be one picture for them to come knocking on his door, demanding answers, telling him to go back. Tim isn't ready for that, it hasn't even been a year-
"Tim."
He blinks a few times. Marinette somehow directed him towards a more private corner near the doors of the balcony while he was freaking out. She stands a few feet away from him, her blue eyes wide with worry and her hands rumpling the skirt of her golden dress.
"We can leave, if you want", she says.
Tim shakes his head. She shouldn't have to leave because of him. It's New Year's Eve, she was invited to a party, her friends are attending.
"Can you tell me what's wrong?"
Tim opens his mouth to reply, then remembers the reason why he freaked out, thinks better of it and says "Actually, can we take this outside?"
Marinette nods, and Tim offers her his jacket before they slip out to the balcony unnoticed.
"Now, can you talk to me?" She asks again.
He can, he does. He doesn't tell her everything about his life, but talks about a family he left behind, about brothers who hurt him, one way or another, about a man who was like a father to him once, but who felt like a stranger now.
Marinette holds his cold hands in her warm ones and listens. When he's done, she asks him again if he wants to leave.
"Only if you want to."
"I... was actually hoping to watch the fireworks with you." She nods towards the sight from the balcony, and he realizes they'll probably be able to see the fireworks from both the Tower and the Arc de Triomphe from there.
"Yeah." Tim feels like he's back in Tibet, readjusting all his plans, making space for the girl in front of him. "I think I'd like that."
She smiles again, the same way he's been seeing her smile at him since they met, and he can't help but ask if he can kiss her.
"I was just about to ask you the same thing."
Somewhere nearby, someone begins a countdown. They're still kissing when the clock hits midnight.
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he's not gonna fall for tommy, it's gonna be a casual fling where buck is exploring his sexuality. tim minear pretty much gave away today that tommy is not gonna be here longterm. he's gonna do his job like the plot device he is for buck and likely for buddie and then he's gonna leave.
Okay....I don't think your anon is being rude per se but I just got bombarded with a lot more anons than usual, and this plus three other anons I just got that were more rude made me want to address this in one response.
When I said "fall for" I did not mean "fall in love with". "Fall for" can mean a lot of different things. I don't think Buck's gonna fall IN LOVE with Tommy, no. But develop a crush? Develop a fling? Develop physical and sexual attraction? That could all reasonably happen.
Just like we got with Taylor Kelly and all of Buck's (and Eddie's) love interests, I firmly believe every last one of them are TEMPORARY.
Nowhere did I say Buck was gonna fall in love with this man. Please don't get it twisted.
But the way Tommy looked at Buck though??? 👀 IDK that man just might fall in love with Buck and get his heart broken.
Keep in mind all of this is still SPECULATION. FOR FUN. It's not that serious. (this is not directed at you in particular but this other anons I just got saying something similar about this "fall for" comment I made).
Also, this isn't jumping ship, for the other anon. I'm not going to answer your anons directly cuz you're being rude and that won't be tolerated here.
I am happy as hell to celebrate Tommy as a plot device for Bi buck. I am still firmly in the camp that Buck being with Tommy (TEMPORARILY) will lead to eventual canon buddie. Buck could have 80 more boyfriends (or girlfriends) right after Tommy and I would still firmly believe that he will eventually end up with Eddie. Bi Buck means that the show is acknowledging that Buck COULD end up with a man, and if Buck CAN end up with a man, then he WILL eventually end up with Eddie. Why? Because the show already made Eddie Buck's perfect partner. They're just now finally removing the last barrier of sexuality.
Also I'm seeing a lot of anons similar to the ones I'm getting in other people's inboxes for people who even *minutely* enjoyed the buck/tommy scene and to you guys, I implore that you simply stop raining on other people's parades, and utilize the block or blacklist features Tumblr has offered you for free.
Any other rude anons will be deleted without a response. If you'd like to genuinely discuss these topics, please make sure to approach me with kindness and not condescension. You will not be tolerated. Period.
As for the rest of the perfectly lovely anons I just received, I'm so excited to respond to you and will do so as soon as I am able (though it might be tomorrow because it's getting late in the Pacific Northwest and I'm getting tired.)
Have a good night!
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Jerome Valeska
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Faith Wayne/Phoenix
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'All you need
is a bit of Faith'
pt.3
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Playing 20 Questions, what better way is there to bond with each other!
Enjoy! :)
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"I don't know what the fuck you mean, Carrotboy." Was that really the best your stupid fucking brain came up with?! Bruce would be disappointed hearing your pathetic attempt at talking yourself out of this situation.
Almost as bad as the day Gordon deduced you as being the girl behind Phoenix and all you said was: "Wha? Me? Phoenix? Nah, old man." All while standing right next to Batman as casual as you unfortunately could be for an apparently all normal Gothamite. But today was really one of the days you could've used your brain to work for you and not against you.
Sometimes it felt like your brain was a mini version of Jason, throwing a set of Tim's DnD dice every morning just to decide whether or not it would be helpful or a menace/bother to you.
"Sure. And I am blonde." Yeah yeah, you get it, you really weren't good at lying sometimes, shut up buddy-boy. "Why do you care if I am or not?" You ask back instead, without explicitly confirming or denying his question either way, coughing a bit from the dust on the floor you disturbed by letting yourself fall onto your knees. All other cells beside yours and his were empty once more…the guard really decided to lock you two away. This felt like a less terrible Solidary.
You really shouldn't have thought too soon when you saw that Solidary Holding Sign last time…this is all dragging your time for this investigation out. This is going to take foreverrrrrrrr. You feel yourself go insane already, alone at the fact that you're here already for one and a half days and you hadn't made ANY progress.
"I just…it's weird. I have been here since a whole hellish month now and no one gave a fuck about me, except if they could steal my lunch or push my head into it." It's not like the food here is very missable, you bet. But it would explain why he looked a bit…thin…for his age and height. "Hungry then, I'm guessing?" "Fuckin' starving, girly."
You hum at that, placing your forehead against the rough gray bricks of the wall that was between you two. "If they at least wouldn't have locked me in here as well – after all its not like I can't stand up for myself –, I could have gotten us something. Doubt it's worth it though? Tastes like dog food?" The ginger on the other side chuckles, wincing out audibly due to some of his healing facial wounds though, "You betcha, but if it's the only thing you get here and you got no connections to the guards, it's gonna taste at least mediocre very soon."
Let's hope you're not here for too long to test out his assumptions on the food.
"So if you're not an inmate…who are you? A guard they snuck in? To hear us out? Are they perhaps suspecting a breach?" Guessing you as a guard wasn't too far off. You didn't know him, you didn't know if one of your siblings or even Bruce caught him and threw him in here, so you would definitely not reveal your identity as Phoenix to him. That would be so fucking stupid either damn way, you didn't reveal that to even your best friends. After all it was an incredibly important rule next to the "Do not kill your enemy." Rule. A rule you and Jason regularly acted like it doesn't exist. Oops.
Never reveal your identity to ANYONE without Bruce's explicit permission. Not just for the protection of the Family's secret and their safety but also for the safety of the people you're all close to, both those that knew you all as the masked heroes/vigilantes or as the normal citizens you're outside of Patrols or missions.
"Not a guard. Don't you think you would've seen me before then?" While you continued talking to him, your eyes scanned the surroundings a second time, hoping you missed something but you got the sense you would have to use some of the things you sneaked into the Asylum. The positives of being a female "Inmate" while only men were on shift for registration? They couldn't legally frisk you, even at Arkham. "I don't know. As said, been here for a month only now…you could've been on vacation beforehand." "Trust me, what I actually …my job doesn't even know what month-long vacations are. A weekend...maybe." You stand up from your dusty, dirty spot on the floor, brushing your now cement-dusted hands off on your already nasty looking prisoner uniform before slipping a small black plastic object from your cleavage. Big tits had their various perks on various occasions, like great hiding spots for small tools. Like your trusty, assorted lockpicks in the form similar to a pocket knife. Never going anywhere without it.
"...Are you still-" He stops himself when he hears a small click from the side of your cell, then the "quiet" sliding of a metal door. And when he turned his head, you were already outside his own cell, crouching over to work on the lock of his cell door. His eyes widened at how quiet your footwork seemed to be that he didn't even hear you walk out of yours and over to his cell. "How did…how are you not afr- " "Shhh, I watched their pattern yesterday, that of the guards. They periodically take 20 minute breaks while the cells are empty and are usually gone for another extra 15 because why the hell should they watch empty cells after all, right?"
He watches you pick the lock with no sweat caused, nodding a bit unsure at your explanation, not knowing any better himself as he crawls backwards slowly once you slid his cell door open as well, not shutting it fully behind you as well to get out again more quickly once you had to.
"Yeah no…you're definitely not a guard. Fucking hell…who are you!?" You squint at his defensive position, looking up at you from his small, almost curled up spot on the ground. His black eye was healing better than you expected for the fact that he seems to be missing the important minerals and vitamins to have his body heal his wounds at a normal rate. Depending on how long you're stuck here as well, you had to somehow get him something to eat…perhaps you could bribe a guard to get him actual food. Not the other…"food". Eh, disgusting.
"Fine, I'll tell ya. But first of all, get off the damn floor, you look at me like you think I would stomp your head in. Why should I beat you up after I stopped that SUV-build of a man from taking care of that job? Makes no sense at all." He must've realized so too, looking to the side in embarrassment before using the wall next to him to stand up and move over to the "bed" in the left corner of the room, next to the wall of your cell.
After one night on them already, your comfort-spoiled back cracked like a nightlight stick this morning, you were way too used to the comfy, perfect mattress of your bed at home…hmm, not too soft, not too hard…
You snap out of your daydream when you see the confused tilt of his head, waiting for your reveal and your explanation. First though, you had to make something sure. "How are the wounds?" He frowns a bit, yet shrugs, "Nothing I didn't have to deal with before…" Was he a street kid before he was taken here? You then would expect him to be just slightly better at defending himself, or at least at avoiding the grudge of others.
"Street kid?" "...Well, no. I was able to avoid that at least. I uh…nevermind." "Fine, then I'll keep my secret as well." You claim boldly, throwing yourself next to him onto the hard bed, nearly touching him at how close you came by accident.
Sitting this close, you were able to look at his bandaged face much better, his suddenly wide open eyes revealing what a beautiful shade of dark green they were. What a shame that he was probably absolutely nuts, the slight sign of usually probably very obvious freckles on his face would almost melt away your first opinion of him: Inmate in Arkham, hands off.
"W-what? No! I wanna know…" "How 'bout a game then? 20 Questions." "That...is not a game."
It was to you and your adoptive siblings, well, when you all were still younger at least. It was the best game next to 'I spy with my little eye' to pass the time with on Patrol and to you it was the early bonding time you often missed out on with them back then in your own opinion. It was a good trick to make them be a bit more open about themselves, maybe it worked with the Ginger too. "It is, you just don't have enough imagination i guess. 20 Questions, no lying. Deal?" Stretching your hand out towards the pale one in his lap, you smile sweetly at him. If all of Arkham already hates you two, why shouldn't you two team up at least?
"...Deal. But I ask the first one." Sure, why shouldn't he, if it makes him happy.
"If you're not a guard, who are you then?" Didn't expect any other question, to be fair. But you made the rules yourself, no lying. Well, to a degree with this question, you definitely wouldn't reveal your identity THIS easily, to an Arkham inmate even less. "A Detective Aide." It wasn't a complete lie, you're technically under questionable contract with Jim, in case the media ever wondered how you, a normal citizen, ended up at so many of the crime scenes, seemingly helping the real Detectives with their jobs.
"...wait. You're with the GCPD??" Seems like you struck a sensitive spot with that already, even his bruised eye opening a bit alongside his other one from the shock as he scoots away from you by a few inches. "I'm guessing the GCPD then caught you for whomever you killed?" His green eye caught your dark blue ones, he looked like a deer in headlights, "Y-you could say that. Yeah…I was finally free and they threw me back into a new cage…"
Finally free?
"My turn. What the hell is your name anyway, I don't want to keep calling you Ginger or Carrotboy for all eternity." "Well, unlike me, if you're working with these corrupt dickwads, you aren't exactly stuck an eternity here, are ya?" Well, it heavily depends on how long they would let you simmer in the cells and nothing else. Might as well become an eternity with your usual amount of luck.
"...oh…and it's Jerome. Jerome Valeska. Yours?" Huh. You swore you heard that name somewhere before, you just didn't know exactly where. If he killed someone, he might've been in the news that day? Though this was Gotham's newspapers you're thinking about here, if they'd waste even an inch of paper for one measly murder case, it'd be really fucking odd.
But a mass murder caused by the Joker's Laughing Gas? Yeah. That would probably manage to find a spot. Somewhere.
"I take that as your second question, Jerome. My name…well, first I need you to promise to not utter it to anyone in here." "Do you realize that they'd punch my teeth out before I could even mention it?" Point taken at that, yeah, who even knew if they would believe him if they already wanted him dead for some reason.
"My undercover name is Magdalena…but my real name is Faith Wayne."
Till now, all your answers already sent some kind of fresh shock anew through him, so once more he stared at you in disbelief, "Faith…Wayne?! You're a-" "Wayne isn't an uncommon surname, mind you." He pulls his brows up, having a hard time believing you, not that 'Wayne' is common for a surname. But that you're not A Wayne.
"But are-" "Yeah." "Damn. …How did a Wayne end up as an Aide? I would expect you to someday get your father's company…or at least work there by now." And be hated by all of Gotham, not just its mass of criminals!? HA. NO!
"I...would rather not…too much work, which I already got enough of on most days." Cleary your answer only spawned more fresh question marks in Jerome's head as he kept looking at you just as lost as before. "Adopted or…"
"Biological."
"So…with you knowing that I am a Wayne, yay, you basically know where I live alread-" "Some extremely extravagant old-money house I am guessing." Nail on the head, yeah. You nod at that, in a 'More or less' way before you pick your interrupted sentence back up, "Where did you live before your address was changed into Arkham?" He had started picking at his fingers, especially the dry skin around his nails as he pulls his lips into a grimace. His home didn't give him good memories then, like most people that were here now. You doubt there is even one Inmate in Arkham that didn't have at least one bad or even terrible memory of their old homes.
"A…a traveling Circus. Does Haly's Circus ring a bell?" Ring a bell?! It was etched into your mind from your brother's childhood stories. Of course you did. "I…I actually know very well what Circus you mean…one of my adopted brothers lived and worked there with his parents as well." His mouth formed an O at that, surprise even more evident even with his still aching wounds keeping his facial expressions on the low pretty much, but he definitely didn't look like he wanted to be left in the dark about your Brother now. "Does the name Grayson ring a bell to you then?"
He was unsurprisingly quick to nod at that, "The flying Graysons. I heard of the "incident" that killed them back then from some talk I overheard while working, I was only 3 then yet though, when they died. So I fortunately didn't witness it, even if, I wouldn’t remember I guess…" You couldn't believe it, of course they most likely never met, but Dick was in the same Circus as the ginger next to you. It was shocking how small the world sometimes really was, but not all that weird if your own whole life circled around nothing but Gotham and the surrounding area…
For a few moments, both of you sat quietly, working on digesting and processing the new information: For you it was the Circus that connected you to two people now, for Jerome the fact that your a Wayne.
He would've expected anything but that.
He was first to continue though, turning more towards you so he didn't have to crane his neck to the side the whole time, leaning against the wall as he pulled his legs against his chest, mustering you more thoroughly, "So…how is it living with a billionaire dad?" Yeah, how was such a life?
"Pretty damn boring sometimes. Not even because I can have or do have everything I would possibly want, nah, he didn't raise us like that must I add. But…the fucking events, the gala about every. second. month. They make us want to bash our heads in, to put it bluntly but honest. My second oldest brother was close to making it a reality once because he hates formal suits like the plague." It was something you rarely confessed to other people, as you promised to keep a somewhat good impression in front of strangers for Bruce, so it felt a bit weird feeling so at ease with sharing your distaste for your boring ass rich kid life with the boy in front of you.
Maybe because there was an incredibly low chance he would ever see the world beyond the gates of Arkham again to talk about your deeply personal feelings…
Why did that idea sound so…terrible to you? He killed someone for God's sake! ...He still didn't look the part either way, his ginger hair, crusted over even now with his own blood, one stray, unruly lock of it hanging away and over his forehead, the dimmed freckles on his face, nose and even going down his neck, probably continuing on his shoulders...and the rest of his body. The deep interest buried into his unbruised eye at all the things he got to know about you and all it made him want to know more about you.
Had you met him outside of Arkham, he would've never come to your mind as the subject of probably cold blooded murder. And from all of Batman's "Robins", you're the one that could see through the many masks of your fellow humans the best. So why, if there was one, could you not see through his? "Do...do I have something on my face?" Wait, have you been staring at his face the whole time of your stupid inner monologue!? Oh great, not weird at all, Faith. But you're literally here as a crazy person, undercover, but either way: you were allowed to stare.
"A few freckles are saying hi. But other than that, no."
"Don't start with them now…I can't even count as far for how often I was bullied for them at that stupid fucking shithole of a Circus before! I hate them!" He hates his...freckles? Why? They aren't even that prominent on him, which might be due to the current lack of daily sunlight in Arkham. But how can anybody bully someone for them, you wished you had freckles but noooo, your Dad's stupid genes made you look so damn basic, black hair, blue eyes, wohoo baby... "I think they look really nice on you, though I think you need to get out into the sun a bit more again…" "...Nice!? I doubt anyone ever even thought about complimenting them…" Jerome laments, first caught off guard, then in thought, brushing with his non-bandaged hand over said few still visible patches of them on his cheeks. It was very obvious that he was badly self-conscious about them, a random girl telling him that she liked them wouldn't be able to fix years of negative comments about them like magic.
Sometimes you wished insecurities worked that way though, that all a person needs is ONE compliment and everything is forgotten. But nothing is ever that easy.
"Well, you were surrounded by cunts then. I doubt you will ever have to see any of these people again though, so forget what they said about you. The past is the past, live in the present, and always keep planning ahead for the future." A short, melancholic chuckle shook his body for a moment as he also shook his head, letting the hand fall back onto his knees as he toyed with the pillow in his other hand. As much as the bandage let him at least. "What future…this cell is my only future, where they will let me rot and decay if need be. I will die in here, either from malnutrition, the other nutcases here…or myself. Whoever or whatever is quicker." He tried to hide it, but you saw his eyes both glaze over, quick to soak the threatening tears up with the bandage around his right hand.
He knew his most likely fate. So did you.
So why did you tell him about all this, knowing it would only hurt him further? Were you that detached from reality sometimes?
"I'm sorr-" "It's okay." "No it isn't, I…I forget my manners or to think through my words, especially now. I can't help it..." The last time you took your medication was two days ago now, the afternoon before this Undercover Mission began. This is exactly what you wanted to avoid, had the accident yesterday not happened – would you be able to investigate now instead of being stuck in the cell blocks because otherwise your head would be attempted to be smashed into pancake batter – you could've managed with the steady decline of the meds missing in your system.
"Why?" Asks the actual inmate, yeah thanks. "Impulsivity Disorder, a bit like ADHD but without all the other shtick connected to that. So even if I am not a real Inmate…I have a bit of a crack running through my noggin too. Ha…ironic sometimes…" Phoenix, a vigilante hunting down the insane and crazy of Gotham…is one of them. Well, your condition is still much more mild than whatever is wrong with some of the women and men in here, you don't violently rip the head of Squirrels off to eat them like Cocoa Puffs, for a quite brutal but unfortunately not made-up and gruesome example. "And you? Has anyone ever told you what made you…you?" He shook his head yes, but didn't immediately come out with the words, instead he felt his eyes wander up to the ceiling of the cell. Just as boring and plain as everything else around the two of you – the only interesting aspects right now.
"..."Diagnosed" as a psychopath…if they only knew how long it took for me to get pushed this far…too far." Air quotes added to the word 'Diagnosed' woke your curiosity anew as you used the fact of the beds being slightly wider than a normal single bed format to lie down with your head at the opposite end of it, slightly tilted to position your now propped up legs, one folded over the other, next to his. He looked caught off guard how even after, especially after, he confessed his own condition, his reason for being in Arkham and not a normal prison, you kept being so close to him on your own free will. Hell, you even got more comfortable.
...Psychopathy.
Psychopaths are good at hiding their true selves, but as you mentioned earlier, you were uncannily good at seeing through such masks as well. And yes, that included those of Psychopaths and Sociopaths. So when your first thought of "Shit, he is probably only acting shy, he might be manipulating you." crossed your mind, moments after you heard of his diagnosis, "diagnosis", it was just as quickly rubbed away again by that comically large mental eraser when you realized that you would've most certainly noticed if that werethe damn case. If he would've had lied till now.
But he took this game of questions as serious as you hoped he would. Unlike your unruly siblings sometimes, especially your youngest brother, that little Garden Gnome with an attitude.
"Why the air quotes?" You ask the question that burned you the most of all he just said, wanting to know how it came to said diagnosis. "You're gonna laugh…a Detective just wrote it down. Arkham accepted it as a real diagnosis, didn't question it at all. They didn't even call for a "second assessment". Air quotes this time because there wasn't a first one in the first place of fucking course…" So…it might be some other mental problem…or none at all. But the GCPD wanted to make their job easier, or that one Detective at least…
Even after everything you and your family are trying to do, everything the Commissioner is trying to do…corruption is eating up even the Police to this very day. Will Gotham ever see the day that the innocent and the rightful, the law abiding citizens win? Well, Jerome still killed someone, he wasn't really all that innocent. But he had been helpless either way in that moment, his fate was left in the hands of the Detectives and Officers taking care of his file, his case. In the hands one was supposed to be able to trust.
"...You mentioned that you were…pushed too far. If it's not too personal, who…was your victim? One of your bullies?" The pillow was gripped very tightly suddenly at your question, a dark look overshadowing his own curiosity as you realized he was about to lose to his tears again, angry ones this time. "No." "Then-" "I killed my mother." Oh. Oh damn.
And that was the same thing and only thing that you managed to form with your IQ of impressive 160. "Oh. Oh damn."
"Yeah, I doubt you want to hear that. They didn't listen either."
Because they don't care. All they saw was a crazy, probably insane boy that killed his poor mother, they didn't care to dig any further, you don't doubt that with these underpaid fuckwits sometimes. As often as you had to work with them, you wished you didn't have to, but it was a deal made with Jim. As your Patrols didn't often end all that calmly, much like Jason's. The two of you were only "Robins" not turned off by the idea of "accidentally" dragging a criminal across the asphalt with your cars or motorcycles. And Jim knew that. Being the closest to you of all of Batman's Sidekicks, he also was much more lenient.
Help the GCPD every once in a while with something too difficult for their normal Detectives and your own "crimes" don't make it into the files. Sometimes you could throw in a good word for Jason as well.
You had to work with people whose work ethics made you question even the system you were supposed to protect with your family. If anything, it needed to be reformed, not the people alone. Desperately.
"No. I do. I'm not the police, I do want to know." "Didn't you just say you're an Aide for them?" Well... yeah. You did. So what.
You lift your head to lock eyes with him, eyebrows knitted together at him in some way or another for calling out your one half-lie between all your truthfulness until now. You definitely wouldn't acknowledge it this time, he would have to believe either the first or the latter version. But only you knew that both are right in a way. "You have the chance to tell your side of the story to someone who promises to listen and you begin questioning that person's occupation?"
He returned the same irritated expression, as much as he could without wincing out again, holding the bandage over his cheek before grumbling out at you, since not only you knew that you're right. "...all…all of it?" "If it is needed to explain your reasoning of going with such a brutal decision of killing your own mother, yes. All of it."
His mother forced him to take care of nearly all chores around their small, crammed trailer that 3 people had to live in. If he wasn't fast enough or she found the smallest something to complain about in how he did it, and he told you that she found a reason basically every damn time, Lila, he said was her name, would beat him. Often, regularly and routinely even, to the point he wouldn't just bruise but also bleed or have to limp for weeks from how hard she would hit him, naturally with help of other objects than her hands as well.
The last ten minutes of your sneaked in stay in his own bleak cell were spent with him telling you about his childhood, of growing up at Haly's ever since he could remember. Of course all that while you made sure to analyze every twitch of a muscle and any non present one, the movements of his hands. Everything. He begins with the fact that he even had a twin brother, named Jeremiah. Of the cruel way the other residents and workers of the Circus treated him as a kid. All he was used for by the Circus was to dispose of the dung and shit all the Circus' animals left behind after the shows and feeding or cleaning routines.
All the while, she fucked a new man every second day, right in the next room or trailer, depending on who the newest man was. Clowns, Acrobats, Lion-Tamers…everything.
Then he told you about what his brother did to him, how their mother only turned her punishments and beating up a notch of extreme…because his twin told their mother that Jerome wanted to kill him in his sleep. Jerome was adamant towards you about that having been a blatant lie, as he couldn't have even done so, he was locked in a literal animal's travel cage that winter night, by his own mother as well, so she could've denied it too.
And one night, Jerome confessed, he could no longer hold onto his rage, his anger that build for all these years…he just couldn't hold it back any longer. He let his vile, dark thoughts become real and he killed her, but he waited until she touched him again, when she came in to beat him for forgetting to clean the beer cans up. With an axe, he explained, his eyes unfocused as he stared at his hands, those that held the murder weapon. His uncle, he said that fact with a sour tone, helped him try to cover it up but as he was here now, it clearly didn't work.
But she didn't, she simply used that event as an incentive to "discipline" the "black sheep of her family" even further.
You could only imagine the amount of nights Jerome spent trying to find any spot of his body he cpuld lie on without putting pressure on his bruised skin. The tears that must've fallen in all these hellish nights...
And then you were all caught up to his situation, eyes wide the whole time, your continuous follow up questions, for everything he told you with a knot in throat, just as choked out as his answers. You simply couldn't or didn't want to believe that he went through all these things…and he defended himself…he wanted…freedom.
And Arkham is what he got in return…
"Jerome, I-" you just wanted to give him your honest opinion on it all when you hear it in the distance: the jingling of two heavy key rings. The guards are coming back! "What?" Your hearing seems to be better than his as you hushed him, quickly sitting up on the bed to push a finger against his lips, getting incredibly close to the now unhindered crying boy. Again, an action from your side that happened without much thought from your end as you motioned him to either be quiet or to whisper now.
You didn’t want to leave his side already, especially not now! He looked like he was about to fall in on himself like an old building with you causing him to dig back up all of this past trauma, having given up to hold back the tears. His eyes puffy, they look into yours like a kicked puppy,
"Please don't leave me now…"
In that moment you realize that you're probably the first person he told about his abuse, about everything…a stranger he met yesterday was kinder and more understanding than any adult or other person he came across in his poor excuse of a life. He deserves to have at least one person to listen to him.
To hear him out.
But you had to leave for now, get back to your own cell before the guard saw that you had the tools to open them yourself. With a bitter, apologetic smile, you slowly get off his bed, nodding slowly at him when he keeps silent. But you couldn't give a promise without words either way, so, when you slide the cell door open as quietly as even possible, you turn towards the now absolutely miserable looking ginger one last time for today it seemed.
"We will talk more…I promise, just have some Faith."
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The Newsreader, 1x02.
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"There's nothing happening between Helen and I." "Sure." <...> "Who made the first move?"
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You jerks :') Cackling, but also feeling so bad. Dale is so shy and genuine and embarrassed a bit.
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They!! That suit looks sooo good on her.
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"I don't like people talking about me." If you're going to become a newsreader, they're going to talk about you anyway. Who cares!! Enjoy Helen's wonderful company and have fun!!
"Is this your way of telling me I'm a little bit too much?" YOU'RE ABSOLUTE NOT. Pick me, I'd go with you, babe. <3 Dale, what are you doing :(
Who goes to your friends house where there are NO rumors, only trust, tells them "We can hang out after hours, just not at work things" and LEAVES??? You're already there, wyd!!
People are being assholes to Noelene, she deserves better.
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No offense, but go jump off a bridge or smthng.
Oh, and Helen has panic attacks? Dale, wyd!! Be nicer!!
I mean, I understand, a person can't be dependent on another person, especially fully. But I understand it as Helen doesn't have any friends? A public figure that lives alone, lonely, and Dale becomes her only friend and now pushes her away? C'mon. I know it's for the sake of development and eventually Dale is going to realize that no matter what he does, people are always talking anyway. But omg, Helen deserves better.
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How are they allowed to drink at work and why do Noelene and Helen have to deal with all the shit coming their way when these two are literally DRINKING BEER AT WORK??? DURING DAYLIGHT WORKING HOURS???
I'm amazed at how Helen is losing it between the camera rolling and not. How she managed to pull herself together in 30 freaking seconds. The credit is fucking due. But oh, how she loses herself again when the work is done for the hour. She definitely needs new meds and some serious therapy.
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Somebody get her into AA & get Lindsay away from her. If he hurts her at any point-- I don't fucking like where this is going.
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How scared and broken she looks in here. Lindsay, I swear to fucking Outsider--
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"I just wanted to know if you were alright."
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And the way she looks at him. Breaks my heart. It's like she's insecure 'cause Dale is pushing her away, maybe thinking that this is what she's worth (=Lindsay), whether she wants it or not.
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"Good luck." Get FUCKED. I've only had Helen for 2 episodes but if anything happens to her, I'm gonna kill everyone in this room and force Dale to never fucking leave her and always treat her RIGHT.
How Helen loses it as soon as Lindsay leaves and cries in Dale's arms. She trusts him with all of her. ;_;
Most men at the office are so delusional about what their words and actions do to women & how it affects women. I'm gonna go berserk at one point, it drives me insane. Oh that privilege of being a cis straight white man that chooses to not think about their actions without even realizing it. But sometimes they do and they STILL choose to ignore it. Kinda getting really mad here.
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They are so cute. And I get why people ship them off the bat, but a big part of me wants them to stay friends and become best friends. I don't totally get why Dale is pushing Helen away so hard. What is he afraid of? Confrontation? That Helen would eventually want to cross that line and become lovers? That he'll fall in love with her and everyone at the office were right all along? Is he that insecure? What is it, Dale?
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What is this smile? He was just low key freaked out because he was lying on her pillow and on her bed and immediately got up with "I should go", but now this smile? I'm getting mixed signals here & I'm very confused. Or is it Jeff's retirement? But then he talks about Tim and wants to join him for the comet??? I'M SO CONFUSED, somebody explain this to me lol.
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Can we talk about the details here? I KNOW he spent the night at her place, on her bed and all. But can we acknowledge that he actually unbuttoned his shirt a bit and took out the belt? AND he's living her house without fixing his appearance. Just holding that belt in his hands. I just--
I get why people would be talking. I mean, if I saw my colleagues like that, I, too, would be??? Not to mention if that was otp. I'd be screaming about it for months.
At the same time, it's like the show is pushing this ship on me (unless they are trying to prove a point of a man and a woman can look and act like a couple but still be friends and friends only, which I doubt is the case here)? They became such good friends so fast and people at work think they are dating and that they spend most of their free time together. I have such mixed feelings on this. I think I'm gonna be a bit disappointed if it ends in romance.
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Now that I think about it, it makes the perfect sense. Tim asks about Dale's relationship with Helen and if they broke up, gives him his number in a very specific name, "either way, it's fine". I-- The layers of this show.
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She's such a mess, I think I might have a crush on her. Oh to have your public person that wants to spend your time with you, take you out and just genuinely enjoys your company. I mean, Dale is nice & I'm torn between them (make me into a sandwich in between them pls), but also? Anna Torv in any role? Give me. I am once again begging for season 3 of Mindhunter, please. IDC how older she looks in s3, I need her back as Wendy Carr.
"Everyone agrees. They owe you an apology. The whole Lindell family." Okay, what happened then? Is this why he's insecure and been pushing Helen away? Bc someone either humiliated and/or broke his heart?
Wait, is Dale canonically bi/gay????? If he is, why do I always joke about characters being bisexuals but so slow at picking the clues? Lol.
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He's such a sunshine. I know Sam is a good actors, I KNOW, but it's still mind-blowing watching him to give his characters a life and still be completely different in every role. Different body language, different personalities that you can see through every move. And then you look at Sam Sam & it's a different person irl, too. That is definitely worth something.
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I mean, listen... :) And how HAPPY she is to see him. Don't end up in romance!! DO NOT PLEASE. This show is way too cute sometimes.
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Baby, you're myyyy anggeeeeellll! You both are.
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I mean, they are VERY cute, but are they doing this to me? Everyone is basically saying that they're dating and it LOOKS like they're dating.
Evelyn is kind of a bitch, isn't she. :)) And not in a good way.
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They're that kind of a pair, aren't they?
"I'm gonna do it." "DO NOT!" "I'm doing it."
Lol lol lol.
Does Dale realize that "You absolutely can count on my support" means that he'll have to go against Helen? And I don't think he would want to do that? Cause Geoff totally dislikes Helen and where she wants to take the news (aka show more women, news on AIDS, liberation, all that stuff). Cause I don't think Dale realizes that.
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They're so cute. One part of me screams, "Ship it!" The other screams, "STAY FRIENDS!"
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Aaaand of course he kisses her. DALE!!! The way he looks at her, though. I still feel like he's bisexual? Idk why. Just some vibe from him.
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Lmaooo.
The way they chose to kiss on the dance floor where the cameras can caught it and will definitely print it on the news. They're living in the moment but won't they regret it?
Also, you know, this does have a bit of The Newsroom energy. Sometimes Lindsay is the villain, the other times he's a pretty cool dude. And both shows are very niche, so there's that.
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scary-lasagna · 2 years
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Ooo requests are open. First off I wanna say how wonderful your writing is? Like, I was a fandom writer for a bit and you’ve always been an inspiration. If possible, could I request Masky, Hoodie, and Toby accidentally hurting/killing their s/o’s? I saw the prompt for E.J. and Jeff on your masterlist and just, wow that hurt
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Masky
Masky has always destroyed Tim's life at every turn.
Right when it gets better, right when it seems like he has a somewhat normal life again, it all comes crashing down in broken shards of what he once was.
So he does what he knows.
He leaves. He runs far away from you, and leaves no trail for you to follow him on.
It's less dangerous for you, and less damaging to Tim, knowing he ha to sleep at night and wondering if you're going to wake up in the morning with a black eye or not.
Would Masky kill you? Tim doesn't know. And he really doesn't want to find out.
He woke up from Masky's switch, standing over your limp body. And he just couldn't handle it.
He's sorry, he's so sorry, but he couldn't even stomach staying long enough to help you up and explain everything or...anything about this curse he has.
He didn't give you closure, and he's not planning to anytime soon.
Tim loves you, [Y/N].
And in order to keep you safe, he has to pretend you no longer exist.
If you even still exist. After all, Tim never checked for a pulse.
Hoodie
Brian loves you with all of his heart.
And it really felt like it was ripped out and mutilated to shreds when he heard you scream.
Brian was in disbelief, and he thought you were joking before he even moved to help you.
As a proxy, Brian's private life can be dangerous. And he wanted you to know how to protect yourself, just in case any problems should arise when he's not there.
A gun is a simple point and shoot mechanism, and very easy to adjust to the recoil of shooting.
Or so he thought.
Brian wanted you to watch as he demonstrated the safety mechanism, and put a little too much faith in it as he pulled the trigger.
He has enough common sense to teach you the number one rule of not pointing a gun at anyone, loaded or not. But that didn't that the bullet from deflecting three fucking times to circle back towards [Y/N].
If it was a movie, he would have laughed. But sadly, your screaming and wailing didn't provide a comedic effect.
Brian is a field medic for the proxies, and he's thankfully dealt with bullet wounds before. He knows how to stop the bleeding until the ambulance arrives.
But that doesn't stop him from blubbering all over your bullet wound. His apology is full of "I didn't mean to" and "I'm sorry, I didn't know this would happen" and also just straight sobbing.
You've never seen this much blood before, and at this point you wonder if you'd bleed out before the ambulance arrived.
Brian held you in his arms, stuffing the bleeding with his beloved hoodie that always smelled of fresh lake water and cinnamon.
You weren't sure if he heard you soothing his cries over his desperate pleas to stay awake.
You wanted to stay awake, but when he pressed his forehead to yours, you never felt more at peace with Brian.
The way he loved you was so beautiful, and you hated to miss a moment like this by falling asleep.
Now if only that ambulance would drive faster down the street.
Toby
An absolute bawling mess.
Toby has never felt pain before in his life, nor has he felt extremely hot or cold temperatures.
Toby cannot feel the heat of a hot pan after take the boiling water off the stovetop.
And he wishes he couldn't feel the emotional turmoil of hearing you scream when he accidentally set it on top of your hand.
Then, of course, it fell, spilled, and massively fucked your bare feet.
It was not a pleasant experience for anyone involved. And Toby cannot stop feeling terrible as he sobs on your thigh.
"Toby, I-"
"You're not okay, [Y/N]! You're gonna have to live with this be-because of me!" He buries his face into your leg as you stroked his hair. "You have to walk on it everyday, and it'll scar, and it'll hurt and you won't even want to make boiled eggs anymore and-"
"I need to go to the hospital, Toby."
Toby immediately stopped crying, and stared at you in shock, "Why?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
Confused, Toby inspects the burn through the cool water tub you placed your feet in. "But th-that's good, right?"
"No."
Toby says by your side at the hospital, dehydrated from sniffling, and barely understanding what the doctors say about nerve damage in his shocked state.
Toby neglects his own needs to care for you, feeling undeserving of basic wants and needs, including medicine and water. His vision gets hazy over time, and his mouth is unnecessarily dry.
Toby is tired, and weak. He can't even cry because there are no tears left to squeeze out.
He's so sorry [Y/N]. He's so sorry.
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hintofelation99 · 3 years
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The Justice League Hangs out with Duke
Bruce: Duke, it's time we had the talk.
Duke: Uh... nope. No thank you. I'm not getting the sex talk from Batman.
Bruce: What? No! The Robin talk.
Duke: But, I'm- I'm the Signal now? Isn't it a bit late for a Robin talk?
Bruce: Son, it's never too late, not for this.
Duke: Um. Ok.
Bruce: When Dick, Jason, and Tim first started as Robins they created a tradition. A tradition that continued with Stephanie, Damian, and now you.
Duke: And that tradition is?
Bruce: Taking down the Justice League. By being annoying and slightly terrifying.
Duke: OHHHHHH. Is that why no one from the Justice League talks to me?
Bruce: Yes, yes it is. But don't worry. I made an arrangement that will allow you time alone with league members to continue the tradition. You have a week to prepare.
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Duke: Cass, what do I do?
Cass raises an eyebrow at Duke.
Duke: For the Robin tradition thing. I have to take down the entire Justice League in a night using creative, outlandish, and original methods. But it's already been done by Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph. So what do I do? How can I be better than all of them.
Cass smirks: Take them down too.
Duke looking at Cass like she's crazy: What?
Cass: Take. Them. Down.
Duke: Holy shit, you are terrifying.
Cass just smiles and leaves.
-> One Week Later <-
Wonder Woman, Superman, Flash, Aquaman, Green Lantern, Black Canary, Martian Manhunter, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph gather in the Watchtower.
Duke: Hey guys, Batman just wanted to go through some training exercises with everyone. He'll be a little late. Harley and Ivy escaped Arkham and are trying to grow penis shaped shrubs in all the public parks. But, don't worry he asked me to go ahead and start with out him.
Green Lantern: Why are you leading this meeting?
Duke: Batman is running late and he wants me to practice leading meetings.
Green Lantern, glaring suspiciously at Duke: Are you about to do that stupid Robin tradition where you torture all of us?
Duke: What Robin tradition? Also, I'm not even a Robin? I'm the Signal.
Green Lantern continues to glare at him.
Superman: Calm down Green Lantern, the Robins never do this in front of each other.
Every League member seems to relax at this.
Duke acting confused: Uhhh, yeah. Ok, we have a few housekeeping things to do according to the list Batman left. So, I'll have everyone pair up for sparring while I handle these individually.
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Everyone is in the training room working out or sparring. Duke approaches Tim.
Duke: Hey Tim, Bruce wanted you to look in to that Bludhaven case. Is that ok with you?
Tim: Yeah, why wouldn't it be?
Duke: Oh, I just thought it might be difficult considering what Dick did.
Tim: ...What did he do?
Duke: Wait, you haven't noticed? Oh no, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything.
Tim: Duke. Tell me what he did.
Duke: Well, Jason said that he replaced all your coffee with decaf.
Tim: THAT BASTARD. No wonder I've been feeling so tired! I'm going to kill him!
Duke: Wait, just stop! I heard that he hid all of it in Green Lantern's room.
Tim: Wait, why there?
Duke: Something about you being afraid of him.
Tim: WHAT?! I'm not afraid of the Green Nightlight! I'm gonna find that coffee then make Dick pay.
Duke: Oh, well cool, good luck!
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Green Lantern: Um, what are you doing in my room?
Tim: Where is it?
Green Lantern: Where's what?
Tim: You know what I want. Give up now or face the consequences.
Green Lantern: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
Tim: Fine. Consequences.
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Steph, sparring with Duke: So, what's it like being the first meta bat?
Duke: Not too bad, but I could do with out the whole 'predict the future' thing.
Steph, laughing: What? You can not see the future.
Duke: I bet you $50 I can
Steph: Your on.
Duke, makes everything around him light up and uses a weird voice: In the next thirty minutes Green Lantern will flee the Watchtower in fear. Soon after Dick will be attacked by Tim.
Steph, snorts in obvious disbelief.
Steph: That was so fake-
Green Lantern runs out of the tower looking terrified.
Steph: No way.
Tim tackles Dick and they start fighting like three year old's on the floor.
Steph, handing Duke $50: Holy shit Magic Man.
Duke makes things light up and does the voice again: Oh my god.
Steph, looking excited: What?!
Duke: The- the sushi. The sushi you brought today, it's made from-
Duke pretends to choke back a sob.
Duke: It's made from the fish who was the maid of honor at Aquaman's wedding.
Steph: HOLY SHIT.
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Steph and Aquaman sit beside each other for lunch, she pulls out her sushi and looks at Aquaman sadly.
Steph: I am so, so sorry for your loss. But just know that her sacrifice is not in vain.
Aquaman, looks confused for a second then sees the sushi: NOPE. Not this again! I'm leaving.
Steph: Wait! I'm sorry!
Aquaman leaves as Steph tries to chase him down.
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Jason is laughing and filming as Dick and Tim fight.
Duke, whistles: Man, imagine if that video went on YouTube.
Jason, looking confused: What?
Duke: I'm just saying if the video of Red Robin and Nightwing fighting like kids ever got on YouTube, it'd go viral. Oh and they would be so pissed!
Jason, laughs: Too bad B would kill me if I uploaded this.
Duke: Yeah, I guess so. And you can't upload it here because then Superman would get in trouble.
Jason: Why would the boy scout get in trouble?
Duke: Cause he always uses his YouTube account on the Justice League computer. So it'd look like he uploaded it and B would find out that Superman watches cat videos while he's on monitor duty.
Jason, smirking: Huh, so you're saying if I upload this on the League computer I'd piss off Bruce, Tim, and Dick and get Supes in trouble?
Duke, acting innocent: Huh, I guess so.
-> A Few Minutes Later <-
A call from Bruce comes up on the main computer.
Superman: Hey Batman, what can I do for you?
Bruce: You, Red Hood, cave now.
Jason: What? Why me?
Bruce: Because I saw that little home video you uploaded of your brothers.
Jason: What, that wasn't me!
Bruce: I could hear you laughing while you filmed.
Jason: Dammit.
Jason and Clark leave for the cave pouting like kids.
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Duke: Hey, Black Canary?
Black Canary: Yes Duke?
Duke: I'm sorry to do this on such short notice, but I'm very worried about Dick and Tim.
Black Canary: Why?
Duke: Well, Tim keeps claiming that Dick is out to get him. Something about Dick messing with his coffee? And Dick feels like he's just being attacked for no reason and is worried about Tim's health. Is there anyway you could intervene?
Black Canary, looking sighing and looking exhausted: Usually I have three days of preparation before dealing with bats.
Duke: I know it's just-
Duke gestures to Tim and Dick rolling on the floor fighting.
Duke: They really need help.
Black Canary: Alright, I'll see what I can do.
Black Canary attempts to intervene only to get pulled into the fight. Now the three of them are tangled in a huge, confusing fight, that's filled with yelling and hair pulling.
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Duke: Damian! Quick!
Damian: What is it Thomas.
Duke: I think somethings wrong with Dick and Tim and maybe even Black Canary. They're all fighting and won't stop! Can you help me contain them so that we can figure out what's going on?
Damian: Fine. I shall help.
Duke: Ok, just try to herd them into this containment cell.
Damian joins the fight managing to get everyone, including himself, into the containment cell. As Damian is trying to leave Duke closes the cell. Damian angrily yells and bangs on the sound proof walls.
Duke: What? Sorry, can't hear you! My hand slipped!
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Wonder Woman: Very well done Signal.
Duke, acting innocent: Hm?
Wonder Woman: You tricked Red Robin into scaring Green Lantern away, then into fighting Nightwing. Once that fight broke out you tricked Red Hood into uploading a video to the internet using the Superman's credentials. By uploading that video he caused both himself and Superman to face Batman's wrath. You also used the fight to trick Stephanie into annoying Aquaman to the point of leaving. Then you involved Black Canary in the fight, which was her downfall. And, as a final touch, you managed to get Robin into the fight and trapped all in a containment cell. You successfully eliminated 9 foes with one trick.
Duke: You mean 11.
Wonder Woman: What?
Duke: 11. You see, I didn't trick Red Robin, I tricked Nightwing. I had a week to prepare. In that week I convinced Dick that Tim needed to cut back on the caffeine and that Dick should help by switching all of Tim's coffee with decaf. I also convinced him to hide that coffee in the watchtower, in Green Lantern's room. So that was all true.
Wonder Woman: But, that still does not make 11?
Duke: It does. Because This morning I moved the coffee. I replaced the Flashes decaf with Tim's ultra caffeinated coffee. You see Tim has it specially manufactured to increase the caffeine levels. And, while Flash doesn't usually drink his coffee in the morning, he's always running late and forgets, he does drink coffee during training breaks. Which is now. So in about five minutes we will have an incredibly caffeinated speedster in the Watchtower. And since you're the only one around right now with a chance of catching him, that's your problem.
Right as Duke finishes Flash runs by, majorly hyped up on caffeine.
Duke: Checkmate.
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Martian Manhunter: It appears that I am the last remaining League member.
Duke: Yeah, I don't really understand this tradition but apparently every Robin ends it by picking a favorite league member.
Martian Manhunter: Out of all the League members, why have you chosen me?
Duke: Your smart and have a lot of cool powers. Also, I dunno, I hear you sometimes feel like an outsider with the league. Cause, the whole martian thing. And I know it's not the same but, sometimes I feel like an outsider with the bats, being the only meta and all.
Martian Manhunter: You have chosen me so that we may bond over our lack of connections?
Duke: Uhhhh, yeah?
Martian Manhunter: Hm. Very well, I assume that this is your “Robin Weakness”. Apparently every Robin has one.
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toots-senpai · 3 years
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Stronger Senses.
Author: @toots-senpai
Fandom: creepypasta
Pairing: hoodie x reader x masky
Rating: R 18+
Words: 2.4k
Trigger! Warning!: masturbation, abuse!, mmf threesome!, implied!drunk sex!, reader doesn’t really talk, voyeurism, masky is dl.... it's there but not fully, dp, blowjob, implied somnophilia! , tit/cunt use!
Quick A/n: This is a part 2 to this fic and when i say jeans, i mean dark jeans. I have a feeling they would never even wear blue jeans lmaoooo.. also i'm too lazy to edit this lol
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MINORS DNI
i don't except follows from ageless blogs, you will be blocked!!
nsfw under the cut
So on a night like this, brain active and alert, what could Tim possibly do but drift off, cock in hand, attempting to collect whatever he had left of himself in front of the rusty mirror. He was fuming, flushed with curiosity, a slight itch in the back of his scalp, 'what else could Hoodie do?'. In his point of view, he knew, Hoodie had done some terrible shit, but to him he seemed like the type to completely obsess over a woman, make her feel good and maybe hit her when she crossed the line, but other than that, no other type of brutality. It was so surprising to see the scenario downstairs which was quite the opposite of his expectations. But just remembering the way that his knuckles went white with grip in your hair, it drove his imagination wild. Even after pumping his cock a few times, his cum dripping down his hand and into the sink a few times, he realized it wasn't enough, he needed to know.. to see;
'What else... could Brian do?'.
So he drug himself down the stairs after cleaning himself up, slipping his mask on, dick aching against his jeans as he stepped into the living room. Brian leaning against the back of the counter, back facing him and you sitting on the barstools next to him. Burger finished and tears stained against your cheeks but your 'empty' façade present. He slid next to Hoodie, chuckling a bit as he relaxed against the counter.
"So-" He trailed, cockiness etched into his voice. "What gives you the right?"
Brian just turned his head, holes of his mask glaring against Tim's.
"You said I could bring her food.." He muttered nonchalant.
"I didn't say you could use her mouth though. I just said you could feed them. You owe."
"I owe?" Hoodie questioned. His arms crossing with a scoff. " I bought her food-"
"But you didn't make up for it last time."
There was a pause and then they looked at you before Brian walked out.
Tim grunted at the way the door slammed when Hoodie stomped out making sure his footsteps echoed off the porch as he made his way back into the woods and took a second to himself, trying to calm. Although in a second his mask locked all attention onto you, burning holes into your skin. The blood smeared on the mask reminding you of probably his previous victim and you cringed a bit. There was a threatening chuckle for a couple seconds before his grip landed on your jaw the same way that it did that morning. Fierce grip making you lock eyes with that stupid mask of his.
"Who the hell do you think you are whore? You think you can go around, fucking on my friend??" He shoved you away from the counter by your throat and it took you a second to stable yourself with the quick force of it. Air locking for a second in your lungs, as you stumbled to the wall, but before you could even get the chance to recollect yourself Tim had caught you by your throat again right next to the door, along with with his fist colliding against the frame, splintering underneath his fist. You swear you felt the splinters going into your cheek but you were too focused on his brown eyes through his mask glaring daggers and your mouth going dry from the grip around your throat. "You're gonna face the fucking consequences.. yea. Face them real fucking hard stupid slut." Shoving his hand away from your throat you whimpered. The door slamming behind him as he grumbled walking into the forest.
He wasn't back for hours. You got to fully take out the small splinters hidden in the the pores of your cheeks and even fell asleep back in bed upstairs for a few hours before he was home, but waking up was indeed a rude awakening, with both of the men coming back to the cabin drenched, yelling and slamming the door open. Wall shaking with the weight of their voices slurring and stumbling, bringing you out of your sleep faster than an alarm clock. The smell of dark liquor seeked up through the stairwell as they tumbled up arguing. You pulled the blanket up to your chest as the door opened to the bedroom. Both men drenched from the small rainstorm outside.
The once slurring killers were now quiet in front of you, even when you jumped slightly at the creak of the floor from Tim walking over to a chair next to the dresser. There was a hiccup from Tim as he took of his mask, lighting a cigarette and opening the window next to him, the sound of rain pouring through the bedroom. He threw his lighter on the dresser and chuckled, exhaling the smoke from his nose and relaxing. Both men were quiet but the tension in the room was thick. Hoodie eyes glanced over you for a second and he scoffed which earned a "Go for it.." from Tim.
He muttered a second in annoyance but in the second you looked to Tim confused at his statement, Brian was ontop of you. Already attempting to get noises out of you by biting the junction of your neck and throwing the blanket away from you.
"A-ah.. wait-" You attempted, confused about the whole situation, body sensitive as Brian's tongue slid along the small indents of his teeth on your neck. You attempted to struggle away from him but it only helped him bring you fully against the hard on in his jeans.
His dick dipping against your clit even through your pants making you whimper at the friction of his jeans. His mouth was everywhere, for a second he even made you forget that Tim was in the corner, puffing on his cigarette and palming himself through his jeans. His hand rocking with your moans, especially your small gasps. Both men occasionally grunting or whimpering into the room just hearing you. Though Brian and Tim seemed irritated when they came in the room, they're lust blown now, eyes fixated on watching your expressions, pupils blown and you could swear they're pupils are both getting bigger with each sound he draws out of you. He's leaving wet kisses down your stomach and his calloused thumbs are rubbing your nipples into small pebbles til he can pinch them and roll them perfectly between his fingers.
Brian's not even thinking with his brain anymore, he's just fixated on making you moan, fingers desperately digging underneath the waistband of your pants just to catch your clit between his fingers, rolling them around and dipping only slightly into your fluttering cunt. The conversation from the shitty bar replaying in his head as your moans caught into his hearing.
All he can think about his Tim's smug ass look earlier in the dim bar, swirling around whiskey in his hand like a bitch. "I didn't think you were into whores.. let alone mine for that matter."
"Y'know that's funny, when i'm the one who grabbed her for you.."
"And you fucked her then... While the poor girl was unconscious.. How could you do that to her.. and then force her to suck you off because she didn't say thank you." Tim teased, his jealousy laced underneath his words.
"You never said any 'condition' she had to be in when I gave her to you."
"Exactly. I never said anything about the condition, but I did say if you wanted to do anything to her I at least wanted to watch...didn't I Brian?"
All Brian could think about were those stupid fucking dim lights. Tim's stupid fucking kinks on full display. The fucking freak, the stupid fucking deep purple of your panties matching the lights of the bar. He wanted payment.. he owed him something of his. Fine... a show for payment.
'God what am I.. a pornstar?' He thought to himself. Disgusted at even the thought of being in such a submissive position to Tim he shuddered.
With a grunt and a quick swipe of his hands your panties were in shreds and you didn't even get to protest with the sharp slap on your ass that came after, Brian's other hand catching your throat, not giving you the chance to even comprehend the situation at hand. His lips caught yours and you could taste the liquor he was drinking, his tongue almost sweet making your thighs quiver. His fingers are back on your cunt in an instant, his other hand still holding you by your throat.
You were bare to both men's eyes, Tim in front of you, cock in hand stroking at the same pace of Brian's fingers swirling around your cunt, this time fully stuffing your cunt with them, thumb against your clit. Whimpering against his mouth as he let go of the kiss he went back to sloppily kissing against your neck. You were too aware right now, even in this hazy aroused state, cunt dripping down his fingers, you were too aware. Tim's eye's haven't left you once, not even as he put out his cigarette. You could feel and see in front of you just how riled up both of them are, Tim and Brian's cocks both leaking, Brian's nut running in between your asscheeks as he teasingly grinded against the small of your back, dick bending in between the mounds of your ass and Tim.. His eyes locked onto you. He hasn't lost his pace one bit and he's keeping up with Brian, watching intently on the way you struggled against his grinding.. and in this second you're realizing his eyes aren't on you.. but they're on Brian. He's reacting to the way Brian's grunting against you, the way Brian is.. so desperate against you, it's spurring him on.. His dick flexing with each one of his groans.
But all of Brian's attention was on you and you were spurring him on and he's just as aroused as Tim. In the moment you were paying attention to Tim you didn't even realize that he's stopped his grinding and now his bare cock is rubbing against your clit and dipping into your cunt stretching you open. A nice sticky ring of white already being pushed down his cock as he stretched you down into doggy, his hips positioning your hips and legs as he held you from on top, wrists caught in Brian's grasp. Tim scooched the chair in front of you and now his cock rested on your cheek. As he moved his dick to your lips, pre-cum rubbed from your cheek to your bruised lips, Brian pistoned deep into your cunt. You felt your head empty as you looked up at Tim, Brian pulling your head back by your hair as he let go of your wrists.
You whimpered at them, both looking down at you, their cocks pulsing for attention, eyes blown and just as Brian pulled back Tim entered your mouth, pulling you by your nose until tears slipped down your cheeks and his dick was gagging your throat. There was a small chance they would've start light with you but the chance was short lived as Brian's hands found purchase on your hips, drilling deeper with his cock pulling you on and off Tim's dick. It was all a blur for a bit, wet slaps echoing the room and your conscious fading from the lack of air granted by Tim. Brian had set a brutal pace too, it was too much, your tears started to seep down Tim's fingers who immediately pushed you off, Brian stilling for a second of shock from you being pushed against his cock a little too hard, tip dipping into your womb. You weren't crying because it hurt or anything and Tim knew that. What Brian thought was a break was you being back in doggy, Tim's fingers going to spread your asshole. Spitting into your ass and fingering it causing you to squeak. Brian groaned at the sight and went back to it and your chance finally came. Both men rubbing your body and thrusting into you, spreading you open for their eyes.
Your ass is spread, wet and leaking of Tim's spit and it had both of the boys pulling away from you just to get a better look. Tim's finger's spreading your ass more and Brian pulling your cheeks so that they could get the proper look they wanted. You whined being so open for them, even as they spread you wider letting you fully drip onto the bedsheet. You were flipped quite quickly and as it always goes they don't say anything, even as Brian finally stretches your ass over his dick, a smooth groan into your ear as he bottomed out going back to his attack on your tits. Groping and rubbing your nipples, not even faltering when Tim takes you in front, bottoming out in your cunt and filling you beyond your limits once again, just like Tim always seems to do. They both still for a moment, keeping you full and kissing your body once again but this time it's both of them. They're both so close to you and you can feel the heat radiating between them. Even the tension between them is hot and you're caught in the middle. It's too intense. More now that they've both started drilling into you, paying no attention to your tears and your choked whimpers. Both of them are bumping in to your stomach, bulging into the skin. Together bulging against Tim's stomach and the sight is spurring them faster.
Both of them on the edge and attempting to keep a solid pace to see the bulge of their dicks, even when they are so out of it. They're hazy, both of them pumping closer to their orgasm, not even focusing on you. You are taking them too nice, they're too close and now that you're pulsing, coming undone ontop of them and clenching them deeper, they both fill you up. Hot cum being pushed into your womb and deep into your ass. You even gagged a little by how deep they were, and when you all pulled apart you were dripping. Mouth salivating from the intense orgasm and cum and saliva spilling out of all your holes.
This is probably the last piece of peace you'll ever have being in their presence again.
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I'm so glad that a famous blog like yours (at least for me and regarding buddie) talks about being concerned with bt and Lucy. 'Cause I am too, and I feel like some ppl in the Fandom kinda look down on and belittle people who are not 100% positive about every aspect of the storyline and the show in general, so thanks I guess.
I still believe in buddie canon ofc, but I'm generally very easily stressed out about everything. And I loooove angst and conflict in my ship, however I also like getting hints that everything is gonna be ok hahaha. Like I wouldn't mind there not being any explicit romantic buddie scenes in 5b, and I don't think there will be any 'cause I feel they're not there yet, I want them to be ok when they start something, but I'd love a scene for example in 5x18 where everything is starting to get back to normal and maybe they all have a get together or are in a bar or something and eddie asks hen how she knew she was and she just smiles and says something like when I fell in love with my best friend and he just ducks his head and smiles or even glances at buck or something.
Sorry for the rant I'm just very excited every time we get a new piece of information about the show ahhaah
Have a great day!!!
Hey, nonnie <3 Thanks for the well wishes. I hope you have a great day also. :) I might not always answer right away, but my inbox welcomes almost all questions/concerns about the future of Buddie - the exception being asks that seem to be hoping for an outburst of some kind. ;)
I've seen the blogs you're referencing (I'm sure we've all seen them), the ones who find positives in practically everything the show did to Buck and Eddie during 5A. While it's nice for them that scenes played out in a way *they* liked because their interpretations/expectations were validated, that doesn't mean you or anyone else isn't allowed to feel disappointed, annoyed, concerned...maybe even bored. I think the perception of Buddie (as a couple and as individuals) after 5A depends on what people are watching for. If you're part of Eddieblr, you're looking forward to his time away from the 118 because it means he's getting his own storyline (that should involve dealing with past traumas). If you're a Buck girl first, you probably don't like TayKay as much as you did last season because it's obvious she doesn't make him as happy as he deserves to be and you're ready for the relationship to be over. And, if you're a Buck girl first, you might be more open to the idea of him getting with Lucy because you'll settle for the backup plan (aka "anyone but Eddie") as long as he appears to be content. (The guaranteed screen time for your fave is a bonus.) If you're like me and your main interest is watching the Buckley-Diaz family continue to evolve and eventually become official? 5B will be a tough watch, at least until we can send The Reporter on her way. Yeah, yeah. We know the relationship has an expiration date. But we don't have an exact timeframe, and we still have to sit through BT scenes to reach that point. Then there's the addition of Lucy. I'm not worried about her and Buck ending up together, but I am most definitely not looking forward to the flipflopping a la 4x08 when TayKay returned. There will undoubtedly be folks in Buddie fandom that won't want to let her go. There will be fans that want more scenes between her and Buck because "they look so good together". And then, of course, there will be the fans that worry about Lucy's "real" purpose from the very first minute she and Buck share a scene. Eddie doing his own thing + Lucy being a first responder (unlike TayKay) will lead to assumptions/fears that *this* is how Tim, Kristen & co. plan to keep Buddie from happening. (TPTB struggle with writing relationships when one half is a non-first responder. Lucy would be the first LI of both Buck and Eddie to not pose that problem. 1 + 1 = 2. Duh.) TL;DR I don't think I'll be able to get excited about anything until Eddie is back with the 118.
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Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)
Chapter 5: Then Let The Games Begin
•—–—–·†·–—–—•
Soooo, the Batfam is panicking, Gotham's confused as to why Iron Man is flying over Gotham like a madman, and Maria is with two of Gotham's Sirens (but only Ivy and Harley know this) having a wonderful time playing with Bud and Lou.
Let's start with the Sirens.
Harley is watching over Maria and Tikki as they sleep with Bud and Lou, Ivy walkes over to sit next to Harley, handing her a cup of tea.
"So, what's the diagnosis?" - Ivy
"She has some sort of trauma, has class issues... and handles more than she should, but still does everythin', on top of bein' a hero. She's been through some sh-t Pam." Yeah Harley may have found out Maria's a hero (if the tiny god and magic were anything to go by).
"Is she alone?" - Ivy
"No, thankfully, she has supportive parents, and friends that aren't little sh-ts. I think they're also heroes, she also has a lot, and I a mean A LOT of pent up emotions, she doesn't show anythin' negative, only positive things. She seems to shrink in on herself if she thinks she does somethin' wrong. Pam, we both know there's a limit to how much crap a person can take before they snap, and she's such a sweet kid. There has to be somethin' we can do to help her Ives." Ok she found out alot, but in Marias' defense, they have trustworthy souls, and they were the only other people (besides her friends) that she talked to about it, yes she had her Maman and Uncle to talk about hero stuff, but for the stuff her class does, she only ever vented (without being negative) to her friends.
"Her class is visiting the Botanical Gardens in three days, and it's a 2 part tour, so we can see just what's going on. If it's bad then we scare them a bit, if it's bad bad... they can handle a few slightly poisonous plants right?" - Ivy
"God I love the way ya think Ives, do ya think she can stay with us? I mean look at how cute she is with Bud and Lou... Oh my god, she's cuddlin' dem, and ya gave her a flower crown, how'd I miss that?! Where's the camera?"
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Harley took a picture to remind her of this wonderful moment. As Ivy and Harley looked at the picture, they both promised to keep Maria safe, and maybe become sorta kinda-ish parents to her while she's in Gotham.
•—–·Now back to the Bat-Chaos Bat-Cave·–—•
Tim took over the chair and was now searching the possible locations with Jarvis, Damian was sitting on a different chair, trying to act cool, but he wouldn't stop looking over at Tim, to see his progress. Bruce was talking over the comms with Tony. Dick and Jason, weren't helping (they kept feeding each other worse and worse ideas of what could have happened to Maria). Then they heard Jarvis speak.
"I have found the most likely area Ms. Dupain-Cheng would be in. Her phone died about 56 blocks away from her hotel, if we don't count kidnapping, or murder, she would have thought about asking for directions, but may have decided not to considering the city she is in. So that leaves us with a possible 15-25 mile radius from her last known location. I think it best to divide into groups of two, have Oracle stay and update you if anything on security, and or traffic cameras happens. Bruce will be with Tony, Dick will go with Tim, and Jason will go with Damain to search within the area. Stephanie and Cassandra will search around a 5 mile radius near Wayne hotel." as Jarvis continued to explain the other details, the Batfam began to suit up, Batman met up with Iron Man, and they took the North area, Nightwing and Red Robin took the East area, while Red Hood and Robin searched the South. Steph and Cass were on foot in civilian clothes, searching the West area they were assigned.
They searched for the whole day, and came up with nothing. Until Oracle saw a video from a traffic cam around 9pm, 15 blocks away from where her phone died. She called it in and everyone went back to the cave. Once everyone was at the Bat-Computer, Oracle pressed play, the cameras didn't have sound, and it wasn't close enough to see if she was ok.
They watched as she went to an overgrown parking lot and sat down. She was looking down at the ground, and that's when they spotted two figures round the corner and spot her. They watched as the two figures approach Maria, and saw the startled reaction she had. They realized it was Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy that were talking to her, then they saw Maria collapse. They watched as Harley made sure she was ok, looking over to Ivy before looking back to Maria and picking her up. The last thing they saw, was Maria being carried away by two of Gothams' most dangerous rouges, but now they knew where to look next.
•—–· Back to Ivy and Harley ·–—•
Harley continued to take adorable pictures of the children.
"God, they're so f-ckin' cute!" - Harley for the 20th time
As Ivy continued to watch while caring for her plants, Catwoman walked in.
"Hey girls, got the stuff for movie night, so what are we- Holy mother of cats! He adopted another f-cking child didn't he! Where the hell does he keep finding them?! 7 was ment to be the god DAMN LIMIT!!!" - Catwoman
Maria jumped at the sudden shouting and may have accidentally summoned a yo-yo (one made useing creation magic and protection magic) before saying.
"Tikki where's the akuma?! How long was I out?! Forget it Tikki spot-" she then realized she wasn't in Paris, and seeing a new face, she also realized she just spilled her secret to another person within the same day... kinda
"Fffffffffffudge sunday that fell on the pavement!" - Maria shouted in baker profanities
"That's not how ya curse sweetheart. It should go more like-" Harley was cut off by a vine Ivy had summoned.
"Harley, cursing makes the plants sad, you know this." - Ivy said removing the vine
Harley just walked over to Maria and whipsered it in her ear.
"You're supposed to say it more like this, ' ..... .... ... .. ....... .. ... .....' ok?" - Harley ended with a big smile
"... I will never see this world in the same frickin' light ever again." - Maria
"ehh close enough." - Harley
"Can someone please tell me, WTH is going on here, on our special girls day off?!" - Catwoman
"She is a new member of the Sirens as of today, and as a member, she's unda our protection, so effective immediately." - Harley
"Cool." - Maria
"Harley." - Ivy
"Wut... first things first, if she is going to join, she needs to be very flexible, know how to fight, and be incredibly intelligent." - Catwoman
"She beat Ed's @ss with a gun pointed at her, and solved every riddle with ease, so I'm positive she'll be an amazin' addition to the team." - Harley
'God she sounds like a new mother now' "But we don't know how good her flexibility is." - Catwoman
"I know, hey Maria, ya wanna do some tricks with me, of course we need to stretch first, but do ya wanna give it a go?" - Harley
"Sure." - Maria
Ivy and Catwoman sat down on a couch a few feet away from where Maria and Harley stood in the empty part of the building. They started out with stretches, and to Catwoman's surprise (and Harley's delight) Maria copied Harleys streches perfectly.
"Ok, now that that's done, we'll start with some cartwheels, then move on to flips, then handsprings and so on." - Harley
Maria gave Harley a nod... and they were off... literally, Harley did a cartwheel into a handspring, and a few backflips, Maria executed it flawlessly. Harley did some more complicated gymnastics tricks, and Maria did it, Harley did triple backflips going into a cartwheel, into a summersault, and Maria did that perfectly as well. This went on until both Harley and Maria were slightly out of breath, both having massive smiles on their faces.
"Ives, please let her join, she's like a mini me." - Harley then hugged Maria and they somehow both tripled in cuteness as they both did puppy (or Puss In Boots style) eyes at Catwoman and Ivy.
"Sure Harley." - Ivy said walking over to give Harley a small kiss on the cheek.
"Okay... but she doesn't have a costume yet, and she still has to think of a name for herself." - Catwoman
"Is a mouse good, like a mouse themed costume, that or a Turtle themed one. What do you think Harley?" - Maria
"Mmmm, I like that with the mouse you can always toy with Cat, ya know, cat an' mouse stuff, turtle seems... weird even fawh Gotham, so personally I would pick mouse, just because of the cheesy jokes you could do." - Harley
"Very funny, ok then, give me a moment."  Maria then reached out her hand, her eyes then started to glow an icy blue, and a small portal opened in front of her, she reached in and pulled out a small pendant necklace. After she put it on a small mouce appeared and greated itself, Marias' eyes going back to normal after closing the portal.
"Hello I'm Mullo, nice to meet you all."
"Omg omg omg, It's soooo f-ckin' CUTE!" - Harley
"Best to assume all of them are extremely cute Harls." - Ivy
"What the Hell did I miss in the week I was gone?!" - Catwoman
"Ehh, not much, oh but Iron Man did fly aroun' Gotham a few times earlier this mornin' like a madman." - Harley
"Oh sh-t." - Maria
"Maria are ya ok? That was ya first official proper curse in my presence." Harley said looking over to the girl.
"He's gonna kill me." - Maria
"Wait, what do you mean Marigold?" - Ivy
"... He's my Uncle, and I never got to text him I was ok, since my phone died before I met you." - Maria
"Hey, I'm sure he'll understand, now what are we watchin'?" - Harley
"I think we have more important matters other than movies at the moment!" - Catwoman
"Ok, Me Myself and Irene it is." - Harley
"No! You basically kidnapped Iron Mans' NIECE!!!" - Catwoman
"Technically, she fainted and us bein' the good Gothamites we are, decided to take her with us, to make sure she was a-okay." - Harley
"I'm ganna need more than just a six pack of soda to get me through this... Just put the movie on already." - Catwoman
Catwoman sat at the far left end of the couch, next to her sat Ivy, then Maria, and then Harley, Bud and Lou by their feet. All of them sharing one big blanket (Becuase if Iron Man did show up, or any of the birds, then Maria was in a protective burrito and they may not see her right away) and they started the movie.
•—–·–—•
"Oh god, the poor cow." - Maria
.........
"Hahahaha, he stuck a whole f-ckin' chicken head in that guys @ss" - Harley
"The poor chicken." - Maria
"Maria you don't want to see this part." - Ivy then lightly covered her eyes for the ehem, chicken extraction.
.........
"Anyone up for another movie?" - Harley
"That depends." - Ivy
"Any suggestions Cat?" - Harley looked across to the other end of the couch to see Catwoman already sleeping.
"She took her cat-nap already? Seriously?" - Harley
"... What about Pirates of The Caribbean?" - Maria
"I'm good with that." - Ivy
And they started the next movie, Maria was happy, it felt like when her maman and papa would sleep with her when she made a pillow fort. It was a loving atmosphere, it felt safe, and nothing could ruin it. Marias' eyes became heavy, and she leaned her head on Harleys' shoulder, falling asleep after a few minutes.
Ivy paused the move looking over to see both Harley and Maria sleeping, soon Ivy also fell asleep in the comfortable silence.
…………………………
Around an hour later Maria woke up in a panic, she had a nightmare, and kept looking around frantically for someone with tears running down her face.
"What's the matter hun?" - Harley said looking around to see if someone had gotten in. When she looked back at Maria she saw that she was crying.
"What happened?" Harley asked in a kind voice that was filled with motherly love.
"I, just *hic* had a bad dream that's *hic* all, I'm fine." - Maira said trying to wipe the tears away.
"You're ok, I promise nothin's goin' to happen to ya as long as Ivy and I are here, ok hun?" - Harley hugged Maria, and she could feel the girl let out a few more sobs, and quick breathes.
"Thanks Maman." Maria didn't even realize what she had said, it just felt natural for her to say it.
"You're welcome hun." 'Omg I'm gonna cry, she called me maman!' Harley rubbed small circles over Marias' back, and began humming until she fell asleep, she continued to hug Maria until she also fell asleep.
•—–· Back to the Chaos Bat-Cave ·–—•
"What do you mean she's with two of Gotham City's Sirens?!" - Tony
"Tony, calm down, I'll call Selina, she can talk to them and get this all sorted out." - Bruce
"Your fiancee is a Gotham Siren too?! Why didn't you tell me?!" - Tony
"Why isn't she picking up? And unlike some people, this family doesn't like outing our secret identities... on live TV." - Bruce
"Oh well excuse me for not keeping my secret identity a SECRET!" - Tony
"I'll try calling her one more time." - Bruce
"Bruce, it's 3am. Who in their right mind ever stays up this late.... aside from this family." - Tim with a giant coffee mug in hand.
"... I'll just call her one more time." Bruce then connected it to the Bat-Computer so everyone could hear.
•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•
Catwoman's phone is ringing like crazy, waking everyone up, including a tired, annoyed, and confused Selina.
"Wth does he want at 3 in the morning?!" - Selina
"Just answer it so we can keep sleepin'." - Harley still hugging Maria
"I'm putting it on speaker, so you lot can testify against his @ss in court, for disturbing the peace."
•—–· Over to Batsy ·–—•
"Selina I need to ask-"
"WHAT THE F-CKING HELL DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT A GOOD NIGHTS REST!" - Selina
"Oooooh, she sounds pissed Bruce." - Jason
"I'm sorry to call you at this hour, but we need to find a girl that looks just like every single one of my other kids." - Bruce
"Bruce... I thought we agreed that 7 kids was. the. f-cking. limit." - Selina
•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•
Selina looked over to Maria before muting the speaker.
"Do you want them to know you're here Kitten?" - Selina
"... I'm tired, I haven't had coffee, I have no filter, so f-ck it, act like you never saw me today, and let them drown in chaos. " - Maria
"I think I like filter less Maria." - Harley
"Okay." Selina shrugged her shoulders and then un-muted her phone, putting it back on speaker mode.
"Where was she last seen?" - Selina
"She was last seen with Harley and Poison Ivy, I want you to see if she's still with them." - Bruce
Selina looked over to Maria and Harley, both of them shook their heads with mischievous grins.
"I've been with them all day, and I haven't once seen a girl that looks like your kids. Now can I go back to sleep, and forget this ever happened?" - Selina
"WHERE IS MY NIECE!!!" - Tony
"Oh, hey Tony, didn't know you were there, don't know who, or where your niece is, but good luck trying to find her. Oh and Bruce, I'm shutting my phone off so you don't keep calling till the butt crack of dawn. And congrats it's now 4am. you owe me a lunch date, uh-ba-bye." Selina then hung up her phone and turned it off.
"That went pretty well if you ask me, now I'm going back to sleep." - Selina
•—–· Back to Batsy ·–—•
The room was silent for a few minutes before Jason spoke up.
"Does that mean that Pixiepop ran away and is even more lost now?!" - Jason
"Oh god, what do we do, what if she got hurt?!" - Dick
"What if she got kidnapped?!" - Jason
"What if she's with a big time Gotham Villain?!" - Dick
"... What if she got more coffee?" - Tim
"Oh Hell No" - Jason/Dick
"... Lets all go to sleep, and when we wake up, we'll head over to their base and double check. She could've just said that because I called her at 3am." - Bruce
"But my niece is still out there!" - Tony
"You're going to sleep Tony." - Pepper then dragged Tony to his room.
•—–· Back to Maria ·–—•
Selina went to a different part of the building, where Maria assumed the bedrooms were. Ivy had gone to the greenhouse to be with the plants, and now it was just her and Harley left on the couch, and she couldn't sleep.
"... Harley?" - Maria
"Yeah hun?" - Harley
"I can't sleep." - Maria
"Well, watcha wanna do till ya get tired?" Harley asked sitting up a little straighter to get a better look at Maria.
Maria gave a sly smile, and looked Harley in the eyes "Want to go free-running on the rooftops?"
"... Alright, but lets get some coffee, and a snack in us first." - Harley gave her a side hug, before getting up to go make the coffee, and grab some snacks.
After they had their coffee, they climbed to the roof of the base. Harley was in her outfit, bat in hand and ready to do some bonding.
"So, how does ya outfit work?" - Harley
"Like so, ready Mullo?" - Maria
"Yes Maria" - Mullo
"Ok, Mullo, Get Squeaky!" A bright light flashes, and when Harley could see again, Maria was in a dark gray suit, wearing black knee high boots, with a strip of pink at the knee, and black elbow length gloves with the same pink strip at her elbow. Her mask was a slightly lighter gray on the top part, and pink on the bottom. Her hair was pulled into two buns with pink ribbons that faded to gray, and to black at the very tip. Her jump rope around her waist forming a tail going just below the back of her knees.
"Just when I think ya can't get any more adorable. So what should I call ya?" - Harley
"You can call me Multimouse." - Maria
Soon they were racing and doing tricks off different roofs, they were really enjoying themselves. From one of the roofs they heard a commotion in one of the alleys, when they looked down they saw a man holding a woman at gunpoint.
"Not good, seems like he's got issues, probably lost his lover, most likely has additions to drugs and alcohol, and seems to be a little tipsy." - Harley
"I've got a plan." - Multimouse
…………
Multimouse droped a little way behind the guy, grabbing his attention while Harley got the lady to safety.
"You know there's a help center two blocks from here that would be more than willing to help you." - Multimouse
The crook just raised his gun to her trying to keep it steady as he spoke.
"Give me all your money little girl, or else I'll hurt you."
"1. That's not how you hold a gun. 2. That is no way to treat any girl. and 3. Instead of money, I'll give you my jump rope." - Multimouse
"Why the hell would I want your jump rope, that thing looks worthless." the crook lowered his guard enough as Multimouse pretended to hand over her jump rope, only to use it in a quick motion to dismarm the man, as Harley promptly knocked him out with one swing.
"Lets neva have ya at gunpoint again, okay hun? I'm afraid my heart can't take it." - Harley said while tying the crook to a lamppost.
"Sorry, but it was the best idea I could come up with at the moment, besides, any guy with a gun would feel like they have the upper hand if they're facing a random little girl with a jump rope, rather than Gothams' Harley Quinn with a bat." - Multimouse
"Sadly I'm just too popular with the kiddos on the street." - Harley
…………
They continued to stop a few more muggers on the way back to the base, and when they got back they peaked around the corner to see the whole Batfam plus Iron Man talking with Ivy and Selina.
"How much you want to bet we can get back out before they see us?" - Whispering Multimouse
"... Lets try hidin' in the kitchen." - Whispering Harley
As they tried to sneak by (still in their costumes) Selina just walks over and draggs them to the group.
"Here, now let me sleep!" - Selina
"Dang it Selina we wanted tah see just how long we could hide out in the kitchen!" - Harley
Selina did a double take now realizing they both went out.
"... You didn't." - Selina
"We wanted tah go free-runnin'! So what?" - Harley
"She could've gotten hurt Harls." - Ivy
"My suits magic, I am invulnerable to bullets, normal magic, swords, knifes, anything staby staby, and I can withstand any temperature in it." Multimouse said with a slight pout.
"Hold up, is she a magical girl?" - Red Hood in the background
When Selina let go both Harley and Multimouse went behind Ivy for protection.
"We can still make a run for it." - Harley whispered to Multimouse
"... Ok, I'll meet you on the roof." - Whispering Multimouse
Harley gave a nod as she slowly inched her wasy closer to the door that lead to the roof, as she saw Iron Man approach Multimouse.
"Please get out of your suit, we need to talk about why you're here-" - Iron Man
"Multitute!" - Multimouse
Harley then saw Multimouse shrink into dozens of tiny little versions of herself as her clones spread out in all directions, one of which was heading right for her.
"Wth, you never told us she could use magic!" - Red Robin
Harley picked her up, and slipped through the door without anyone noticing.
"That was great, but how do ya get back tuh normal size?" - Harley
"Simple, I just merge back with my clones." As she said this, all her clones came back, and she merged with herself, becoming normal sized again.
"Where to?" - Multimouse
………… So now The Batfam is trying to find many long gone Mini-Multimouses, and Harley seems to have disappeared with her. Harley and Multimouse are now running over the roofs, heading for Wayne Manor.
"So why are we going to Wayne Manor?" - Multimouse
"Because, Batsy will neva think of lookin' for us at his own home, at least not fawh a little while." - Harley
When they arrived at the Manor, Multimouse de-transformed as Harley knocked on the door.
"Ms. Quinn, Ms. Maria, pleasure to see you here, please come in." - Alfred
"Are any of the bat-birds here?" - Harley
"Ms. Barbara, Ms. Stephanie, and Ms. Cassandra are the only ones here at the moment." - Alfred
"Do ya think you can keep us bein' here a secret from Batsy?" - Harley
"Harley? What are you doing here with Maria?" - Barbara
"It seems that Ms. Harley and Ms. Maria are now playing hide and seek with the rest of the family." - Alfred
"Did someone say hide and seek?" - Steph
"Yes, so could we maybe try and keep this a secret from everyone else, please?" - Maria
"Sure, it was starting to get boring around here. We can all hide in the living room no one ever use. Barbara you show them the way, I'll get the food/drinks and boardgames." - Steph
"Is this alright with you Alfred?" Maria
"It's all right Ms. Maria, you can hide out in the old living room." - Alfred
"Thanks Alfie, ya the best." - Harley
"Thank you Alfred." - Maria
"Ok then, follow me." - Barbara
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In the old living room, Harley, Maria, Barbara, Steph, and Cass began to formulate a plan.
"Ok, so the best way for them to never find you is to have your phone off, stay away from any and all cameras, and show your face to no one." - Steph
"So, do you have anything in mind that you might want to do?" - Barbara
"Can we put them on a wild goose chase?" - Maria
Cass nodded to Marias' suggestion approvingly.
"I can hack a few traffic cams to help with that." - Barbara
"We can also throw in some useless hints, to throw dem even further off our scent." - Harley
"Good idea Harley." - Barbara
"Thanks, but how long do ya think we should make it last?" - Harley
"As long as Maria wants it to." - Barbara
"Then let the games begin." - Maria.
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Chapter 5 complete. Hope everyone is stayin' safe, Rockin' those Positive Vibes, and havin' an absolutely wonderful day. BUG-OUT 🐞💮🐞
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