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What does Fate says to the Unfortunate — Chapter 3

It was harder trying to convince those that worked under her the reason for adopting a child that did not belong to their world than trying to slain a God.

Warning for possible OOC, sorry for my limited knowledge on the characters. Not proofread, possible mistakes.

Word Count: 2.8k

For the first time in her life, she would like to thank Gaia that Arknis’ time runs the same as DC.

Aside from the slightly confused stares from some of the staff, she was willing to bet a 100 dollars that someone within Arknis was going to make fun of her for adopting another child.

Having a child roam around the entire ‘office’ was not new, Amelia had adopted two children before Dick, though they both left once they had grown old enough and decided to not stick around. There were other workers that had brought along their children for a day or two before so none of this could be considered new. 

But Amelia adopted another one? That was a little unexpected.

Arknis was nearly all white — the walls, floors, some of the doors and most of the lights. It took a minute to get used to the shine, they were not brighter than the spotlights but that did not mean it was not brighter than most white lights.

“We are going to get you settled in first before we take a tour around the place.”

He was curious, naturally. His height just allowed him to peer through the windows, seeing the different departments as well as the layout and equipment they had. Though they would always have time to get used to here if he was not going to leave anytime soon.

She dragged him by the jacket, pulling him along to the huge metal doors. After a brief scan from the sensors, they slid open, revealing the interior of the Surveillance and Investigation Department (S&I).

The interior was what some imagined future technology to resemble; heavy, thick metal tables with holographic projectors in the middle as well as screens etched into it. The tables came in various sizes, though the largest one was in the middle with a large holographic screen floating above it, showing every world’s combined death and birth count.

As Dick turned to ask her more about their surroundings, a voice made him jump. “Are you perhaps considering adopting this child, Miss Amelia?”

“Where is that voice coming from?” He looked around, trying to find the person. 

“Right here.”

As the voice spoke once more, he looked to the left. There was a holographic projection of a woman with long hair, wearing a tight body suit that seemed oddly comfortable. His mouth agape, staring at the woman for what felt like half of his lifetime.

“Aisyah, are you doubting my decision right now?”

“You can’t blame me for being a little curious, Miss Amelia.”

“Are you an AI?”

The young boy walked right up to Aisyah, reaching his hand out to see if he could grab her. His hand went through the hologram, his skin prickled with the faint sensation of electricity, which made him pull his hand back urgently. 

“You won’t be harmed by it.” She explained while he checked on his hand. 

“So you are an AI!”

“You could put it that way, yes.”

She looked back over to Amelia, though the projection still had a smile on her lips. 

“I assume you must have brought him over to make a worker’s permit for him, yes?”

“Wait, what —”

“You’re not working in a sweatshop.”

She could feel stares thrown her way, one being very confused and the other being very unamused by her response. His eyes blinked, trying to comprehend if what she just said was a joke or it was actually a statement. It was impossible to tell her true intentions considering she had a straight face while saying that. 

“Anyways,” Aisyah spoke up, taking their attention away from that matter. “Follow me, I will guide you on our process for a worker’s permit.”

“So, what is it actually used for?”

“Well…”

She led him to a room down the hall of the department, looking over her shoulder to give Amelia a nod. 

“You don’t usually take in children like him.”

Another holographic projection of Aisyah appeared right next to her, but she did not seem surprised. Sure there was only one version of her, but she could still split herself into different functions, especially when said function was already pre-programmed into her in the first place. 

“Well, I don’t usually take in children either. So one that is different doesn’t mean that this is an exception in any way.” She shrugged.

“That is true. I can’t deny that.”

Aisyah stood closer to her, her voice robotic yet it sounded warm, like she had actual emotions.

“But this isn’t just an exception. It’s beyond what you’re usually accustomed to do.”

“Now you’re using all of the hard words.”

“Those words aren’t foreign to you, Miss Amelia.”

She groaned, scratching the back of her neck as she continued, “You could say that I had pity for the child.”

“Pity?” 

The confusion in her tone peeked through just enough for her meaning to get across, Amelia’s eyes still remained fixed on the door where the other ‘Aisyah’ brought him to get his permit done. 

This was the other reason that she did not want anyone to see Dick when she just brought him here, she had to make up excuses or explain things that she just did not want to at all. She would never blame them for being curious, it was not everyday that she would be so willing to adopt a child. 

Even if technically said child forced her to adopt him.

She could have very easily just told him “no” or completely ghosted him, but she ended up listening to his request anyway and even ended up agreeing to it. Her previous experiences with children told her that they were gremlins, terrible living creatures to be living with during their early days. But who had not been there before?

Her brain could run a mile a minute, trying to explain to herself the reason why she even got convinced to adopt a semi-newly orphaned child in the first place. Dick was much more different than the other orphans she had taken under her wing. 

Way too different, she could say.

The only response she could give her was a click of a tongue, crossing her arms as her attention was taken to the projection beside her.

“One way or another, he has already come with us. And seeing as he is going to stay here for the time being, he’s going to be my responsibility.”

“And you’re prepared to explain to Marcus as to why there is a small child registered in our systems?”

“Of course.”

She sighed once more, just before the door swung open and the projection beside her disappeared. Aisyah had that general polite smile one would see from most retail workers, though it did feel somewhat sincere coming from her. 

“So, make sure you don’t lose the permit, alright?” She told Dick with a slight tilt of her head. 

As he nodded, Amelia walked closer to him, “Or do you want me to hold onto it instead?”

“Oh uh… I think I won’t lose it.”

“Make sure you don’t.”

The contents on the middle screen shifted, showing the layout of Arknis which had four floors in total including the emergency shelter floor. 

“Our in-house dormitory is on the third floor. Your room number is already assigned beforehand, 440.” She looked over to Amelia, her smile widening by a few pixels, “I assume you will show him around, yes?”

“Yep.” 

She then patted him on the shoulder, leading him out of the department. The projection disappeared the moment she turned her head around, although he was clearly mesmerized by the way the projection broke down into pixels then disappeared in thin air.

As they walked down the hallways, he started to speak, “So… Aisyah told me this place is called Arknis. But we are in like, another world from where I am from, right?”

“Yes.”

“And the world is also called Arknis?”

“Also yes.”

His eyes narrowed, looking at the ground as he attempted to compile his thoughts.

“So… Which came first?”

“The world was named Arknis first before this place even existed.”

He froze on the spot after listening to her answer, blinking at her. She did not stop however, it was only until there was a large distance between them and she had noticed he had not moved that made her turn her head.

The look in her eyes almost made her laugh.

“What? Did you honestly think that the answer was much more ambiguous?”

“I… I thought that it was like the chicken or the egg question.”

“Well, technically, if we are viewing the question the way nature had evolved, the answer would be the egg.”

This time she couldn’t hold back her laughter however, it echoed throughout the halls as she took a glance at his expression. He seemed like a confused dog, unsure of what to do or how to proceed in the situation. He narrowed his eyes as she continued on laughing, so much so that her stomach was starting to hurt.

Once she had calmed down and wiped the tears off of her eyes, she jerked her head towards where the stairs were.

The second floor was the same hue as the third floor, including the doors that looked exactly the same, making it impossible to discern which room is which. Despite that, she just continued to walk onwards as if she knew exactly where his room was. It only took another minute of walking for them to reach his dorm.

“Welcome to your new home, Dick.”

The door swung open to reveal a loft-style apartment. The floor-to-ceiling windows allowed ample natural light to brighten up the entire apartment hence the amount of ceiling lights that could be counted with one hand. The general hue of the apartment is beige with some brown and black here and there due to the furniture.

Fully furnished with the bare necessities that everyone was looking for, including a decently 

sized open kitchen that had counters also served as dining tables.

She was not too surprised at how amazed he looked at his new (temporary) home, this was the first reaction of many when they had chosen the option for a dormitory. Not that they would have expected to be given an apartment of their own of all things when the contract wrote ‘free dormitory’.

“All of this is…” He started to explore around, trying to get used to his surroundings.

“All of this is yours.”

He let out a breath that he did not know he was holding, staring around the whole apartment in excitement. She did not say much, simply letting him jump around the place, as long as he did not attempt to backflip off of the stairs, of course.

She heard a faint grumble from his stomach as he approached her, his cheeks appearing as a faint red. She gave him a short pat on the head, leading him out of his apartment.

“Anything you don’t like to eat?” She asked on their way up the stairs again.

“I eat anything.”

“Even animal organs?”

His face immediately scrunched up, making her chuckle.

“I’m kidding~ I won’t feed you animal organs today.”

“... Today?” His voice trembled.

She started to laugh, the sound bellowing from her stomach, making her amusement towards him even clearer. Dick pouted, trying to reason with her to not mess with him like that, but she clearly was not going to hear any of it anytime soon.

She brought him to their cafeteria, clearly large enough to fit everyone that worked here if they decided to have lunch at the same time. That had not happened before since everyone had a choice in what time they wanted to have their lunch break, just in order to avoid overwhelming the canteen staff too much.

Long tables, wood chairs and a kitchen big enough to feed at least 500 people, though she would argue that the staff could do more than that. 

She walked to the kitchen, passing the sparkly metal tables as she directed her attention towards the fridges. She opened them up, seeing whatever leftovers that the staff had stored so they could either eat it tomorrow or bring it back home.

She raised an eyebrow when she noticed some chicken in a plastic bag being marinated in soy sauce. She rightfully assumed that it was to make some fried chicken after opening it up and various scents entered her nose, though it smelt mostly like soy sauce.

“Do you like fried chicken?”

After getting a nod from him, she started to prepare the oils as well as flour and the eggs. She works as quickly as she could while heating up some extra rice she found in the usual long metal container. She did not allow him to do anything however, though she did pull him closer just before she fried the chicken.

“You could do this to see if the oil is heated enough.” She proceeded to take a nearby wooden chopstick and stuck it in the oil.

“Do you see a difference?”

“The end of the chopstick is bubbling?”

“That’s right. That means the oil is now hot enough.”

“Be careful.” She warned him just before she placed the dredged chicken into the oil. 

He took a step back when the oil sizzled, jumping slightly before realizing that he was safe. 

“Does it make that big of a sound?”

“It makes even louder of a sound if the ingredient still has water on it.”

There was a slight smirk on her lips when she noticed that horrified expression flash across his face for a second. Once the pieces of fried chicken were golden brown, she fished it out and placed it on the drying rack right beside the gas stove. She knew how hungry he was even without having to hear his stomach growling since he audibly gulped while staring at the fried chicken.

“There’s something I want you to help me with.” 

His head snapped towards her direction and for a second, she had mistaken him for a hungry dog. She chuckled while washing the cabbage, then holding up a shredder after she dried it. 

“All I need you to do is shred this, alright? Just shred as much as you can eat.”

After she demonstrated how to shred the cabbage, she handed both of it to him. She picked up a clean plate from the dryer, keeping an eye on him while she took some rice she heated in the microwave due to convenience. 

Amelia honestly thought that he was going to shred a mountain of cabbage, but he did not shred too much, using less than a quarter of the remaining cabbage. After she plate the fried chicken and cabbage, she placed the shredder in the sink. She did not have to do much since Dick would just follow along the smell of newly fried chicken.

“Little pup, hmm?”

“Ah?”

She placed the plate on the table, then decided to turn back around to get some water for him. She came back pretty quickly, although he had already inhaled a quarter of the plate by the time she placed a glass of water right in front of him.

She found it oddly adorable, but she was also a little curious as to what he had been eating all of this time considering he was eating like a puppy that had not eaten for a long time.

“Welcome to Arknis.”

She laughed again, seeing the way he stuffed his face full of food was beyond amusing. 

He was by far the hungriest child she had ever adopted up until this point after all. 

[World Number — 341942198214

Resident Number — 9704391824

Name: Richard John Grayson 

Alias: Dick

Gender: Male

Age: 10Y 6M 10D

Species: Full Human

Family Relations: Mary Grayson — Mother (Deceased)

John Grayson — Father (Deceased)

Currently under Amelia (■■■)’s care

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Health Conditions: Extremely good

Special Notes: To Marcus, Left by Aisyah

Miss Amelia has adopted a new child, as you will encounter him soon, I will keep my comments about him to myself for the time being. But I would like you to keep an eye on them. 

I would like to emphasize that I trust her and her judgment, I however, do believe that there was way more to all of this than it first meets the eye. After all, this child is not from our world. I would like to enquire for you to help calculate the risks as well as asking her the reason for adopting him.

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A quick mission with Robin.

What does Fate say to the Unfortunate — Chapter 2

She should have been stronger, really. To not bring herself things that need much more responsibility than she already has. But she can't win all of the fights.

Warning for possible OOC, sorry for my limited knowledge on the characters. Not proofread, possible mistakes. Note: Batman appears (briefly)

Word Count: 3.3k

“It’s dangerous to be out on your own.”

The young boy wrapped up in her jacket jumped, turning over to look at the stranger. The moment his eyes landed on hers, he immediately knew who the woman was.

Amelia crossed her arms, shooting him a disapproving glare, “I’m sure your parents told you at least once that you shouldn’t be out in the dark on your own.”

Darkness swallowed them and their presence, but even more so for her, where her every move was within the shadows that she had grown accustomed to. But it was different for him, where the darkness rejected his very presence, making him stand out even more than an elephant in a crowded room.

“Well…” Dick’s eyes darted around. “I… have a very important business.” “And that is?”

His lips pressed into a thin line, eyes narrowed on her. “It’s a secret.” She rolled her eyes. “Alright.”

She shrugged her shoulders, noting how he used that oversized jacket like one would with a cape, attempting to make him blend in with the dark. Unfortunately, his eyes shone a bright blue under the moonlight, easily giving his spot out to anyone with a good eye.

 She still wondered why he had appeared here — a territory controlled by Black Mask — standing in the alley of the residential area. Naturally, she did not appear here by sheer coincidence either, she would never take a stroll in Gotham. Aside from the terrible air, the city was too much of a loud mess for her to even consider taking a stroll here.

Her job was simple, crack open some dudes’ heads after she obtained some information about a mysterious figure that started to operate around the crime infested towns of Gotham. Judging by her current intel and investigation, the figure was not Gotham, heck, they were not even originally from this world.

“You should get out of here.” 

She was putting it lightly, probably too lightly. Dick was a child with little to no experience in fighting and she doubted that he could currently overcome the fear he will be in the moment the goons point their guns at him. 

Dick narrowed his eyes, wrapping the jacket around him tighter. She groaned out loud, scratching the back of her neck as a few thoughts flew through her head all at once and all of them involved some amount of violence going to be done on the child.

“It’s too dangerous for you to be here, Dick.” 

“I know. And I don’t care.”

She felt her right eye twitch at those words, though it twitched even more seeing as he stood very still, wanting to seem like a statue that would not fall apart easily. She reached over, gently pushing his shoulder to the side. He nearly fell to the ground, his arms quickly outstretched, preventing himself from actually hitting face first onto the ground. 

“That’s not very nice of you, Amelia!” He yelled before storming towards her.

“Well, you can’t blame me for being curious.”

Before he could say anything, her head snapped towards the direction of the car engines. His eyes followed her movement, though all he saw was the wall right beside them. 

“Uh… Have you —” “You’re not going to leave no matter what I say, right?”

Her words made him stand completely upright, nodding at her. She looked him over; aside from the jacket that at most served as a light protection, he was dressed casually, loose shirt and long pants. She knew that she should not be saying her nex words to him, to a child that was still healing from pain no less, though she did not have a better idea at that moment.

“I’m going to bring you with me. But you have to listen to my every word, understand?”

He nodded rather enthusiastically, being more than excited to join her on it. She knew the risks and dangers of involving him, but she could not just leave him here either since there was a high chance that he would have secretly followed her along anyways.

She placed her arm on his shoulder, dragging him along with her as they approached the warehouse. She stood behind the nearby walls, leaning down to his height as she observed the armed goons get out of the cars. Some carried a few heavy boxes, walking straight into the warehouse though clearly observing their surroundings. 

“We are going in secretly.” She murmured to his ear, jerking her head at the rooftop.

“First, we are going up there. Then we will look down from one of the windows, observing the situation as well as make a plan on how to defeat them.” She paused, looking over to him before continuing, “But we need information from them, so we won’t get down immediately. We wait for a chance to strike at them.”

She did need a bit of time to herself to rethink the situation, seeing as she would not kill the goons in front of a child.

“Am I allowed to help?” His cheery tone reflected the excitement in his eyes.

“Only a little.”

His eyes dropped to the ground, crossing his arms and looking away from her. She sighed once more, though she gave him a pat on the head.

“Oh, it’s better if you come up with a codename for yourself.”

“Why?”

“So nobody will know exactly who you are.”

She did leave out a few things, but it was not important to the conversation right now. 

‘It’s better if he knows less.’

After a minute of silence, he looked back at her, “How about ‘Robin’?”

“Like the bird? Or Robin Hood?”

“Both.”

She chuckled and shook her head. “Robin it is then.”

She looked closely at the area around the warehouse, as well as soul presence present within the vicinity of the warehouse. She took a deep breath, staring at the goons guarding the entrance of the warehouse.

“We are going to walk there without gaining their attention, then get up on the rooftop.”

“Can we even get up there? It seems so high…”

“No problem, kiddo.” She laughed, giving his hair a quick ruffle. 

“Now I'm going to teach you something so listen closely.”

She took a step forward, purposely walking in a way that would lessen the sounds of her footsteps and even reducing it to nearly zero. She did not tell him much else aside from putting a finger on her lips, then motioning to him to follow along with her. He stared at her feet for longer, trying to figure out how to walk like she did. He did end up walking the same way she did, front foot on the ground first, then slowly putting the whole foot down along with his body weight. 

He did not do it perfectly however, a pebble bounced off of the tip of his shoes, the tumble was loud enough to garner the attention of the guards.

If they were listening, that is.

The pebble bounced in time with the chatter of the guards, the sound just barely masked by it. If they were paying a bit more attention to their surroundings, Amelia would have to take them out, which would just make her put more effort than she currently needed to.

She grabbed onto Dick once they were close to the walls, easily leaping up to the rooftop. She gathered the air around them to form a soft cushion, limiting the impact of the leap as well as the sound made when they landed on it. She motioned him towards the window while two batons materialized from thin air via ice.

She threw it towards the two guards after a second of thought, the batons hitting the back of their heads at the same time. The batons disappeared before they could hit the ground, only the sound was them landing on the ground, though the noise was reduced by the air cushions she made under them.

She could feel someone’s eyes on her, turning around to see the way he was staring at her — those big blue eyes seemed brighter than ever. Well, she would not blame him for looking at her as if she did something impressive.

Then again he was probably impressed by the jump first.

“Save that for later.” She whispered to him.

She kneeled down beside him, being able to hear the conversation clearly, but that could not be said for him. 

“They just got a new shipment of drugs that they were going to distribute around the town. Though since Black Mask mentioned something about wanting to make sure that the drugs haven’t been messed with.” She relayed the goons words the moment they spoke it.

“That’s…” “Really bad.”

‘So someone has tampered with their products before. It isn’t something that Batman or even most other supervillains in the city would have done.’

Her eyes narrowed, although she knew it was much more important to settle the problem at hand first.

“Alright.” She looked over to him, making sure that his attention was on her as she gave out her commands. “I’m getting down there first, through this window. And only after I have knocked out most of them and bound the rest of them, you come down from here.”

“Will I get hurt when I jump down?” His eyes wandered to the window, mentally figuring out how far up he was.

“You will be fine.”

He looked back at her, those blue eyes were shaking slightly as he looked through the window. She placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze with a faint smile hanging off of her lips.

“Trust me.”

She let go, putting her foot onto the glass but not applying any pressure to break it yet.

“And if I lied to you, what would you do to me?”

He stepped closer to her, curling his fingers though leaving his pinky out. He extended it near hers, “If you break the pinky promise… I will hate you forever!”

She chuckled but still wrapped her pink around his, “Deal then.”

The second she released her pinky from his, she broke through the window. The noise caught the attention of every goon in the warehouse, their guns were immediately pointed at her. Just as she landed on the ground along with the shards of broken glass, she jumped at the nearest goon to her. She gave him a harsh kick to the stomach, making him knock right into the goon behind him. 

“Get her!”

She picked up his gun just before the rest of them shot their rounds at her. She dodged easily, taking one goon out after another with strategic kicks to the head, chest or stomach, including throwing their guns straight at their faces to knock them out. She moved swiftly, moving to the next goon the moment she took out one. 

And very quickly, the entire warehouse went dead silent.

She grabbed a goon that seemed more like the leader of the group, pointing his own gun at his temple as she leaned closer to him.

“Now, I’m only asking a simple question. Very simple, alright?” The goon nodded quickly as the gun dug more into his skin.

“Is there someone outside of the gang that’s working prominently with Black Mask himself?”

The goon gulped, his pupils shaking as the gun pushed even more onto his skin, making him goran slightly to the pain. She could hear Dick jumping down through the broken window, the air gathered to become a soft landing spot for him, allowing him to get down without being hurt at all. 

“I —” “Fucking bitch!”

A shout caused her to turn her head right after she knocked the man out with a chop to the back of his head. She still held onto the gun as the goon pointed his pistol at Dick, slowly stepping closer to him. She narrowed her eyes on him, noticing his finger resting on the trigger, ready to push it a little more to shoot.

Dick froze still, his eyes trained on the gun as the goon approached him. 

“Put the gun down or I will blow his brains out!”

‘How fast can I get to him?’ Was the first question that appeared in her mind. The second being, ‘How much of myself should I reveal to him?”

She lowered herself, keeping an eye on the goon as he grabbed Dick, pointing the gun point blank at Dick’s temple. The young child did not dare to move even one bit, still in a state of shell shock as his widened eyes remained on her the whole time. 

“New fucking vigilante?” “No, I’m not.”

“Then you fucked with the wrong—”

A quick lunge, then a kick to the face. He still pulled the trigger, though the bullet hit the wall. Dick jumped, that shot bringing him out of the state as he looked over to her before fully turning around. Amelia gave the goon another harsher kick, effectively knocking him out though also breaking his nose and some part of his skull in the process.

“Are you okay?” 

Dick gave her a vigorous nod as she got off of the goon.

Something rang at the back of her head, the sound of a grappling hook and a person zipping through the air. She groaned, quickly grabbing him, carrying him in bridal style as she quickly fled the scene. 

“Where—” “We will talk somewhere safer.”

Safer was not the right word, but she figured that she would explain to him another day.

Once they found themselves in a shadier part of town, she placed him on the ground. She crossed her arms while staring at him, ‘time to get the answer I wanted.’

“Why were you out alone?” Her stern, cold tone made his skin prick.

“Well… I…”

His eyes started to dodge hers once more, looking at the ground as he played with the sleeve of the jacket. She could tell from his actions alone what reason he came out alone, yet she wanted to hear it from him. 

She was simply making assumptions, as logical as they might be.

He sighed, looking more into the ground, “I overheard someone mentioning who ordered to kill my parents and I followed them, until I lost them midway.” “Just before I found you?” “Just before you found me.”

She scratched her head, letting out a soft groan as she kneeled down to his height. “You know that was horribly reckless and dangerous, right?”

“But—”

“You know the way you reacted when a gun was pointed at you, Dick. You can’t be out on these places all on your own.” “But my parents—”

“You don’t just throw yourself into danger because of revenge.” She narrowed her eyes on him, reaching out and gently holding his hand in hers. 

Slightly coarse, still somewhat smooth nonetheless.

His anger was apparent, in his tone, his tensed shoulders and those blue eyes. He wanted to pull his hand out of her grip but she only held it tighter, ignoring his attempts at rejection.

“Listen to me, kid.” “I’m not a—”

She let go to grip his shoulders, then holding his head in her palms, holding his gaze firmly in hers. “Listen to me.”

That burned out the flames that stoked within him, but they had not disappeared yet, they were just resting right there, ready to burst open at a moment’s notice.

“You can’t just throw yourself into danger just because you wanted revenge. That makes your parents' death meaningless because you have died.” She groaned, shaking her head. “I’m sure that they were more than grateful that they were the ones that died, not you.”

“You—” “Yes, I don’t know that. But judging by the way you seemed, your parents must have loved you dearly, didn't they?”

His small fingers curled into fists, but they slowly loosened at those words. She would not blame him for breathing in those feelings, those emotions that would surely eat away at him if not properly handled with. It was not her duty or responsibility to help him navigate them. 

But right now, he is in her hands. And for now, it has become her responsibility.

Her hands lowered to his shoulders, her thumb gently rubbing the flesh in circles. “I want you to understand the word ‘revenge’, Dick and what that means if you go down in it, what consequences you have to face for walking that path.”

“You’re calling me a kid in various different ways.” He pouted.

“Well, I’d argue that it's more naive than childish.”

“You’re playing word games.”

A scoff came out of her lips. “Really now? I think they are quite different.”

His shoulders slumped down as she let go, resting her hands on her knee. 

“I…”

“You don’t have to find words for any of this, don’t give me excuses either, I don’t like any of those.”

He sighed once more, giving her a nod. She raised back, standing upright while looking around their surroundings. 

“Let’s bring you back to where you live right now, alright?”

His eyes widened at those words, his hands gripping onto her jacket as he shook his head at her. She raised an eyebrow, her interest being brought up to enough of a point where she decided to act on it. 

“Why is that? Are you not with the circus crew anymore?”

He gulped, yet his words were not something she expected out of him. 

“Let me come with you.”

She blinked, tilting her head slightly as she stared. He gripped tighter on her jacket, pulling her down a bit, making her lean closer to him.

“I said, let me come with you.”

“Rejected.” 

“Why?”

She sucked in the cold air through her nose, thinking of ways and words to reject his request. But as her lips parted, he cut her off again. 

“You can help me, can’t you?”

This made her click her tongue, leaning down so that her face was right in front of his.

“I’m not obligated to help you, Grayson.”

Even with her tone and their distance, he did not back down. 

“But you can, can’t you?”

“I’m not obligated, Dick.”

She could tell from his eyes that he had decided on this and was not going to let her back away from it so easily. She could always tell him that where she came from was dangerous, even more dangerous than the living hell known as Gotham City. Yet her hunch told her that even that could not convince him to not come along with her.

Those bright blue eyes were too determined.

“Fuck.” She cursed under her breath, scratching her head as she stood upright once more and looked away from him. “Okay, you’re coming along.”

Before he could cheer, she added, “But you’re listening to me, alright? If I tell you not to do something, you don’t.”

He nodded, although her hunch told her to absolutely not believe in him. 

She flicked her fingers, opening a rift in space that allowed her to open up a portal right in front of them. As he let out a small gasp of awe, he was dragged right through the portal. Her eyes wandered over to the rooftops, staring at the shadows that could easily hide a figure within them. Her gaze lingered no longer than a minute however as she walked right through the portal. 

It closed the moment she stepped to the other side of the portal.

A hooded figure leaped down from the rooftops, his long flowing cape easily hid himself within the darkness. His cowl hid most of his upper face, his lips pressed into a thin line. He kneeled down to the ground, staring where the portal was opened earlier.

The top of his black cowl had long, thin ears, framing him like how most would draw a bat.

“I need more information about her…”

[ameliathecatto]

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son.

anyway i wanted to draw a short comic about jason

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What's your name? Dick Grayson, Miss.

What does Fate says to the Unfortunate — Chapter 1

No matter how times she said she won't do these things, she knows logically that it's impossible. Everything has an exception after all.

Warning for possible OOC, sorry for my limited knowledge on the characters.

Word count: 3.5k

Gotham is hell on Earth. 

Amelia came to that conclusion quickly, after the first night of staying in Gotham, she swore that this place was way worse to stay on a daily basis compared to the places she had been before. 

World no. 341942198214 — Known as DC in some worlds.

She did not actually have to come here herself, she could have thrown the job at someone else. Not that it was anything hard either ways, just needed to clean up some parasitic magical presence, least it did actually manage to cling onto other humans and actually start to spread. She was not too sure how well the superheroes on this Earth would handle something like that. 

She would not place any faith in the magic users to figure out how to break it on their own. 

The traces were just about done cleansing, she just needed to go over a few streets down and do the same just so everything would be completely clean.

The nights in Gotham were cold, wanting to make its presence clear to everyone within the city. But the residents were used to the cold, wearing thicker coats even if it was not winter yet. Even then, not everyone seemed to have the same idea about the cold winds. 

“The magical presence liked to pick dark alleys and high crime areas,” was what Marcus, the one that gave her the mission, told her. 

She rather argued that whoever placed them there liked the area and knew how the magic worked enough. 

The presence was not thick as she walked down the alley, but it was there. A strong scent entered her nose, her body reacting immediately to it. Her head turned towards the unmoving shadow laying limply against the walls, she then decided to walk towards it. She knew that scent enough, smelling it often enough that she would never mistaken it for something else, aside from blood.

The body was a corpse, there were little to no external injuries outside of the man’s eyes being dug out. It was a work done by an amateur, the eyelids were stretched, breaking the skin slightly apart. She looked at the man’s fingers, traces of blood on it, some dripped and dried up on the man’s palm.

Considering the state of the corpse — incredibly rigid body and the subtle smell of acid — the man had not died over three days. As for why there were no flies or even some maggots starting to eat away at the skin of the corpse, the way the darkness seemed to wrap around it was the only answer she needed.

The magic, something akin to what most would call black magic, ate away at its host's sanity until the host either went crazy enough to accept the magic as their own or simply kill themselves due to the insanity. Unfortunately or fortunately (she swore that Gotham did not need another insane psychopath), this man decided to kill himself instead. The lack of blood from the missing eyes was due to the magic feeding off of it.

It was a parasite, now it was just looking for a new host.

She reached her hand out, putting it on the man’s shoulder. She could feel something enter into her as her body jerked up, lifting her hand away from the corpse. This was the second time she did this, letting it enter her body. But this one was stronger than the last one, having stayed in a host’s body for some time and feeding off of it made it strong. 

She breathed heavier, she felt like she was having a heart attack while her head hurt. A voice echoed in her head, “Foolish human. You should have not touched him.”

“And you think you’re smart.” She groaned while placing a hand on her left eye.

“Oh~ Better than you at least, so stupidly touching something you should not.”

“How did you get such a snarky mouth, huh?”

The voice chuckled. “Did you think our only work is to occupy these bodies to find a suitable host that we could live in? Naive.” 

She might or might not have slightly underestimated what these clouds of dark magic were capable of. Either way, she only let out a grunt while she felt like her head had been split apart by a blade before getting put together again. 

“Thanks for telling me that. I have a better idea of his goals now.”

The voice let out a scoff and was about to say something, yet it suddenly went completely quiet. She felt a heavy iron and acid on her tongue, all of the heavy sensations disappearing from her body altogether. She stretched her arms and cranked her neck, just to make sure that there were no residuals of the magic — creature was more befitting calling — left in her body. She stared at the corpse, wanting to do something about it, but she was interrupted by a sound. 

“Ah… Well, he would know what to do with you.” She murmured to herself before walking out of the alleyway. 

The guardian of Gotham, the famed caped crusader, Batman. 

She had been here for half a month and there had been a clear increase of cases in sudden deaths and insanity. Because there were two who were lucky enough to have survived from the insanity, yet they were obviously not allowed to be in normal society. 

She knew he was on her tail, considering he nearly caught her once. She assumed that he must have had something trailing her, sometimes she swore that the CCTV littered oddly around the city and turned their heads towards her whenever she passed by. But she was not too worried about being captured, nothing she had never encountered before. 

She took in a deep breath, brushing her fingers through her hair as she emerged from the shadowy alleyway. Her hair shirt, a little spiky and bright blonde, her eyes dull blue as they looked around. She was still in almost the same outfit, aside from the brighter colored pants and jacket. A black headphone appeared around her neck, she slowly shifted it up to her ears while pulling out her phone. 

[I will be going back in a bit. You still there?] She texted Marcus. 

[I will be waiting for you.] 

She hummed to herself while putting on the headphones properly, walking through the streets the Gotham with carefree steps. She acted like a completely different person, the regular cheerful, sporty and energetic young girl she seemed to be. An easy smile etched onto her lips, still never quite reaching her eyes. 

She looked up at the bright lights illuminating the sights, spotlights bringing everyone's attention towards it. A huge circus. 

“Haley’s Circus.” She muttered. 

She tilted her head at the bright-colored striped tent, taking a good look at it. Sounds of cheers and joy echoed in her head when she placed more of her attention towards it. She let out a soft sigh, scratching the back of her neck while walking towards the circus. 

‘Since I have some time to kill, why don't I do something I normally won't?’

She undid the magical disguise, going back to her long black hair and dull gray eyes, the jacket and pants going back to black as well. 

It was easy enough to sneak into the circus, just walking right through the entrance. As for the reason why nobody seemed to notice her, well they could not really since she was tuned to their presence. She chose an empty seat beside a pair of father and son, she gave them a mere glance before sitting down. 

She never went to a circus show before, did not really have that much interest even if she was forced into it during an operation. She really only pulled off a few moves due to her acrobat training she was forced to take as a child, though it was still fun to see other people pull them off better than she could. 

The crowd cheered on in amazement as the circus members performed their acts, though she could tell that they were also anticipating something else. As the ringmaster came out once more, he announced loudly, 

“Ladies and Gentlemen. We all know who you all have been waiting to see — The Flying Graysons!”

The spotlights shone down on a family of three, a father, a mother and a child not yet a teenager, simply a young boy. They smiled brightly under the lights as they readied themselves for the act, the ringmaster’s words went in and out of her ear as she took a better look at the father son duo seated right beside her. The son seemed much brighter, more excited towards the upcoming trapeze act as compared to the acts before.

She put a hand through her pocket, pretending that she was rummaging through it before pulling out a packet of lemon candy. She gently tapped on the father’s shoulder, putting the candy into his open palm.

“This is for your son. Not sure if he liked sour candies though.” She said in a softer tone, though that near monotone voice was still present.

The man was surprised, naturally, though after some careful inspection of the candy, he handed it over to his son. The child was surprised but accepted the candy anyways, saying a gentle, “Thank you,” over the cheering of the crowd and the ringmaster’s voice. She turned her attention back to the act, seeing the way the parents caught onto their son as he spun and swung through the air. 

A confident smile on his lips, like he was born to do this under the spotlight.

She understood why people would be so interested and immersed throughout the act, it was something impressive. 

Yet her eyes wandered over to the entrance of the tent, seeing a man suspiciously hiding himself behind the curtain. His hand was in his jacket, clearly ready to pull something out. Only when she smelt blood from the man's hands did she know what was about to happen. 

Another swing, catch and landing back on the tall platform, performed near flawlessly. 

‘Bang!’

Two gunshots in succession, shooting through the parents head cleanly. 

‘Well trained, too experienced’, the very first thought that crossed her head. Both landed on the ground at almost the same time, blood splattered across it. She heard gasps from the crowd, then those screams of fear. She noticed that the pair sitting beside her was more than just fear and distressed, she saw that fear in the eyes of the father, as if the sudden murder was much more than that.

Her eyes found the assassin who had left rather abruptly, clearly not wanting to leave much behind. She did find it a little idiotic considering that he definitely left footsteps behind and if whoever was investigating was smart enough, the bullets could be traced back to its supplier. 

Of course, if they even had that much experience and information at hand.

It was hard to say that she felt much, even the scrambling crowd and screams could not make her move an inch. She stared blankly at where the lights gathered, shining down on the bleeding corpses and the terrified child. 

They were bright, clearly willing to shine themselves to make the performers seem even brighter. But she only found the white lights to be ironic, almost making her chuckle. 

Gotham is a cruel, wretched city. Their fates were sealed the very moment they entered for an act.

She knew that she could just follow along with the murderer, forcing him to speak about who wanted to kill them. But the Bat could do the same as well, even if it would take longer for him to figure out who was behind this than she. 

Tragedy, death and suffering — the things she had grown numb to with her years of living.

She did not leave immediately. Instead, she slowly got up from her seat and approached the ground. The other circus performers were more busy with making sure the audience got out safely, some were going to comfort the child. 

She reached him first, however.

Her brain could tune out the sound of people’s gasps and scream, the loud sirens blaring from a few miles away and the scent of fresh blood around her; Her brain could not tune out the way he breathed, one very deep breath in and one very shaky one out. He was trying to grapple with the whole situation, their deaths had not yet fully registered in his mind.

Her footsteps were louder, trying to alert her presence to his shocked mind. He did not move, even when his limbs trembled slightly as everything started to come to him. She stopped in a physical distance that was comfortable enough for the both of them. She bent down to his height, her eyes fixed on him.

Small, young, scared and forced to grow up in one minute.

She gently took off her jacket as the other performers approached them. She moved herself forward, slowly draping it around his shoulder. Due to their height and build difference, the jacket nearly engulfed him, yet it brought him warmth. 

“You will be alright.” 

There was no denying that monotone and cold undertone of her voice, yet she spoke softly, her words a mere whisper. A soft smile on her lips, but it never reached her eyes. The boy’s blue eyes slowly looked up into hers, only seeing a reflection of himself in her eyes.

“You will be alright, I swear.” She slowly reached out, her rougher hands placed on top of his.

His attention never diverted away from the bleeding corpse of his parents, yet her words brought him back down to the ground, to the new reality in front of him. His blue eyes shimmer, tears starting to collect within them. She gently rubbed circles on the back of his hand, coaxing those tears out of his eyes. 

As they started to fall, she murmured, “There you go. Let it out, let them all out.”

She noticed one of the performers standing close to her, she slowly pulled her hand away before standing back up. She said nothing to them, turning around to leave. 

The child gripped onto the jacket around him like it meant something more to him than it should.

. . .

As the GCPD (Gotham City Police Department) came to investigate the murder, the child was temporarily seated in the back of the ambulance. He still clung onto the jacket, unwilling to let go even if the paramedics wanted to replace it with a thicker blanket. 

His head was lowered, staring at the ground the whole time. Though he swore that his senses were somewhat aware enough that he would if someone was seated right next to him, that thought was quickly proven to be wrong. 

As his head turned to the side, he noticed a pair of legs right next to him. He jumped, moving to the side until he saw who it was.

“I should have made my presence easier to detect.” Amelia mumbled under her breath.

He placed a hand on his heart, breathing in and out heavily while replying, “You really should have, miss.”

“Sorry buddy.” She replied with a faint grin on her lips.

He wrapped the jacket around him more while he stared at the stranger. The immediate impression he got was that she is beautiful, currently the most beautiful woman he had seen. Her beauty was the type that would make most stop and take a look, due to how much she fitted the standard criteria for a beautiful woman. The next impression he had of her was that she seemed to be the cold, uncaring type.

He was not wrong.

Before he could say anything else, she started to speak, “I lost my parents when I was young too. I was around 5 years old when I lost my mother and my father died before I was born.” 

He slowly relaxed, sitting upright and properly on the back of the ambulance as he listened to her speak. “Well, I don’t have too many memories of my mother, but I could always be sure to tell anyone that asked me about her that she’s the warmest and kindest woman I’ve ever known.”

“Call it a bias however you like, but mom is the best woman in my heart.” The words came out in a light-hearted tone, she gently hit her fist against her chest. “No one had ever come close to even beating her spot as the best, that’s how solid my opinion of her is.” He cracked a small smile, laughing slightly along with her words.

Her grin was wide at the sound of his laughter, making his with her more energetic laugh. Maybe his impression of her was a bit off. That laugh sounded carefree, airy breathes came out in bursts along with it, making it deadly infectious. He could not help but started to laugh along, his laugh now matching her energy.

Once the laughter settled, his heart felt lighter.

A few more short breaths came out of her lips before she turned herself to face him. She placed her hand on where her heart was, telling him in the same soft voice she used when she was comforting him earlier, “Do you believe that the people you cherish live in your heart?”

The question seemed to catch him off guard, making him look away as he pondered about that question. 

“You don’t have to answer me right now, you will find that answer yourself someday.” She reassured him, making him look at her again. An easy smile still rested on her lips, her eyes looking up at the skies. “But I do believe that they live in our hearts, even through the future. Even when we no longer remember their faces and voices.”

A long sigh escaped her, it was a subconscious action. And for a moment, he thought he saw something in her eyes, but it disappeared as she continued, “Because those you have cherished define you, give you new meaning, challenge what you know. They grow along with you, and even if they have long left the living, those lessons continue to live with you.”

She looked back over to him, her smile no longer on her lips but the little warmth and softness in her demeanor never quite left her. “You will live with this shadow for as long as you live. Some people decide to live with it, letting it consume them; Some people decide to fight it, conquering it to become something else.”

She slowly reached her hand out, seeing his reaction. When he did not move at all, she gently pressed her hand against his head, giving him a slow ruffle. “And some decide to use it as a strength, fueling them towards the path they have chosen to walk down.”

“You will come to your own conclusion someday, don’t rush it. Take your time and slowly resolve those feelings on your own terms.”

She fixed his hair after she ruffled it, a light chuckle escaped from her lips when she noted the small pout he had when he realized his black hair turned into a complete mess. All of this felt odd to her, something incredibly strange. 

She would not have cared for a young child’s dead parents or even the child themselves. Death was a close friend of hers, someone who had existed since the very early stages of her life. 

Perhaps it was because she saw potential in the child, knowing he could survive in the hell known as Gotham. Some guidance and he could become the guardian that protected the city from its villains and its misfortunate, someone that represented hope as opposed to Batman who represented fear. 

That in the long road ahead, as long as he did not fall into the wrong hands, he could be someone more like Superman, a symbol of hope. 

And she saw that little girl in him, that very one that died with the flames.

The police officers were about to wrap up, they seemingly started a small discussion amongst themselves. She looked back at the young boy after making sure no one had approached the ambulance yet.

She stood up, crossing her arms as she stood right in front of him. The moonlight illuminated her entire being, making her seem oddly ethereal as if she was a being that did not belong in the same space as other human beings. 

For a moment, he believed her to be someone like Batman. With what myths and legends he had heard about the masked vigilante, he would believe that those legends were more fitting towards her. 

“What’s your name, little guy?”

“My name is Richard Grayson, call me Dick, miss.”

She chuckled again as she took a few steps back, getting ready to leave the scene. 

“My name is Amelia. Nice to meet you, Dick.”

Before anyone else could notice her, she was gone. He looked around, dropping down to the ground while trying to find her, yet he did not find even a brief passing shadow. 

“But… your jacket. I thought you came for that.” He murmured to himself while gently gripping the jacket, wrapping it tightly around him again.

His head lowered to the ground as the policemen came by to lead him to their car. 

“Thank you, Amelia.”

[ameliathecatto]

Don't mind the cat, just walk by.

Currently working on a brainrot - What does Fate say to the Unfortunate?

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First meetings preview

Don't come after me for any OOC behavior, I have a rather limited knowledge of all the of characters since I'm a rather casual fan. [Divider Credit: @cafekitsune]

Sometimes I wonder how my life has come this way.

Children are not my forte, though taking care of anyone is already a massive pain for me. And out of somewhere in my heart, I decided to take care of more than one child? 

Seriously, what have I gotten myself into?

[First meetings preview] 

The sound of a gunshot rang in her ears.

Amelia was no stranger to death, being called the Grim Reaper by some, death was as much her friend as that pit of endless despair she found herself in. 

So, she watched; parents of a child that seemed no older than ten fell to the ground, their fates sealed as soon as they entered this wretched city. The crowd looked on in shock, some only gasped, some shouted while others simply looked on. Gotham City was the strangest kind of hell Amelia ever been to, that an assassination on two people from a moving circus only garnered mild reactions.

The Flying Graysons, the family of acrobats that were performing their usual trapeze act, now became another name in the soiled land.

Her eyes wandered over to where the murderer was, putting his gun away in his jacket as he prepared to run away. Perhaps she should have intervened, knowing very well that she could just smash the man’s head into pieces with a strike of her fist. Yet, there was a feeling in her gut that she should not do that, that there was more to all of this than just multiple wrong moves made by the circus as well as the family. Besides, she was sure that Batman, the caped crusader who acted like a Guardian of the Night, would find the murderer eventually.

She chose to get out of her seat, jumping right past the two rows of viewers, nearly hitting a few poor persons in the head. She landed on the ground with grace, fixing her hair with one hand as she walked into the light, shone down on the bleeding corpses and the crying child. She looked at the child with her usual nonchalant indifference, slowly approaching him while taking a look at the corpses. 

One clean shot to the head for each.

It was easy to say that the killer was incredibly trained and had been doing this for years. It was also easy to say that whoever that hired the man, they really, really wanted the Graysons to be dead. Which made her wonder who was so determined to ensure that the couple died that they chose to hire an experienced killer to do the job.

A soft sob entered her ears.

She looked over to the boy, too stunned to clutch onto their corpses yet his arm remained outstretched. His body trembled, fear, pain, despair filled in those blue eyes. He did not look at her, he had not yet noticed her presence. Even with the crowd being dispersed and asked to get out, his eyes remained firmly on the bleeding corpses, the blood slowly starting to reach him. 

Before the other circus members that were responsible for helping the crowd get out of the tent could reach her, she took off her black jacket and gently placed it around the boy. The sudden feeling of weight spooked him, causing him to look directly into her eyes. Yet, there was not much he could see, from her eyes or even her facial expressions as they remained neutral even as she kneeled down beside him. 

“You will be alright.” It was the first words she spoke to him. Even with her cold and monotone voice, it sounded soft to his ears.

The jacket acted like a blanket due to their height and slight build difference, giving him some warmth even under the bright lights and the blood. He continued to stare at her, tears falling down like streams of water. Amelia flashed him a soft, almost warm smile that did not quite reach her eyes even if she tried.

“You will be alright, I swear.”

Those words were an anchor, tying both of them down to the current moment. 

The jacket was left with the young boy after Amelia was forced out of the tent as the GCPD (Gotham City Police Department) arrived, she spared a glance at the poor boy before leaving the area altogether. 

… 

The sound of metal clinking. 

It was not a bad sound per say, not the worst type her ears had caught. At least it was not swords or someone trying to break in. Her eyes wandered over to the strange car parked beside the alley, it clearly did not belong in the filth of Crime Alley, stench of trash stronger than anything else. The car seemed more like a tank, incredibly well-built, seeming like it could live through a ten-floor building with minor damages.

It was the Batmobile, not the first time she had seen one, mostly due to Grayson but oh well.

She noticed a figure immediately, kneeling on the back right as they held something in their hand. Her footsteps were quiet, not making a single sound as she walked on the balls of her feet, slowly approaching the figure. 

She only then realized that it was a male teenager stealing the tire of the Batmobile. ‘Brave and stupid’ 

She approached the young man just as he took off the tire, her head tilted slightly as she stared at him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood upright, making his head snap towards the direction where she was at. He jumped, letting go of the tire but not the lug wrench, holding it tightly while his eyes turned from fear and shock to determination. The young man wanted to fight her, she knew that as much.

“Now then, I believe we could just talk, yeah?” She offered with an arm extended towards him.

“About what exactly?” 

“As to why you’re stealing a tire, of course.”

Her words had struck a chord with him as he decided to start running for it right after she said that, still clutching onto the lug wrench like his life depended on it. 

She just shook her head. As much as she could very easily just let him go, not that it would matter if she caught him, though there was something in her head that seemed to spin differently. A low chuckle rumbled through her chest as she watched him run, her eyes narrowed before darting around the area. 

The teenager felt goosebumps surging all over his body along with his heartbeat, each thump feeling like a closer encounter with her. This was something he was not used to, something he would never have imagined, that he would be so terrified about a single person.

But his instincts honed from the streets told his gut that he should run.

“Now, you don’t look too good scurrying like a rat.”

Her breath hit his neck, making his eyes peek over to where she was. His feet continued to move, yet he could not feel the ground. His eyes looked down, realizing that he was picked off of the ground. Her hand holding him by the neck, just firm enough to hold him though the pressure was undeniably suffocating. 

“Let. Me. Go.” The young man glared at her, his fingers gripping around the lug wrench.

A faint smile tugged on the corner of her lips, holding him closer to her while she murmured, “Come on now, let’s talk.”

…

Amelia’s senses had always been high.

She could hear every footstep within the area, every broken light flickering, every gasped and heavy breathing. Her eyes remained fixed on the bleeding man, every bone in his arms twisted, turned into mush. Yet she knew the man would be fine either way, his regenerative abilities were enough to ensure that he would live this encounter.

But there was something else she was more curious about. The pair of eyes staring at her from behind the tall grass.

“Tell your boss that he should try harder to kill me next time.” She threw the sword right back at the man.

The sword landed on the ground, the shiny blade stained with blood. 

She only spared him one more glance before leaving, walking towards the closest door. Luckily for her, there was no one else in the area (aside from those pair of eyes) and she could leave safely; Unluckily for her, there was a really high chance that she might end up in Gotham News the next morning for her brutal fight.

‘I’m going to worry about that later.’

She stretched her arms, letting out a soft yawn as she walked towards the exit of the arcade. The moment she pushed the door and stepped out, the familiar bright white lights shone down on her. She let out a sigh, her body visibly slumping as she started to walk down the bright, endless hallway.

And the door swung once more.

She kept moving however, running her hand through her hair while looking at the ground. She could feel it as if the person was walking beside her, but they were not. Their footsteps were slow, cautious yet it felt a little clumsy, likely being fascinated by their surroundings.

She stopped abruptly, turning around to see who it was.

It was a young teen, younger than Jason when she first found him. He took a step back after noticing that she was staring at him. She cleared her throat, waiting for him to say anything. She could tell with a glance that the child she was dealing with was someone that had intelligence unlike the peers of their age.

“I’m…” His tongue was tied up anyways, unsure of how to get his point across.

“Well…” She paused, crossing her arms. “You better start talking or… I will just assume that you’re just a lost child and not a stalker.”

[ameliathecatto]

What does Fate says to the Unfortunate?

What if Dick Grayson, Jason Todd and Tim Drake were not taken in (discovered) by Bruce Wayne, instead coming across a mysterious woman that doesn't belong to their world and more infinitely dangerous than Superman? Well, enter Amelia, a woman? who went to Gotham for work. She never imagined her life to turn completely upside down when she sneaked into the famed Haley Circus for a quick viewing. An AU of my OC, Amelia, being the main parent to the first three Robins as opposed to Batman.

Masterlist:

[Main Storyline]

First Meeting Preview

What's Your Name?

A quick mission with Robin Welcome to ■■■

[What ifs]

To be continued...

[ameliathecatto]

x reader should be (and, generally speaking, often is) the most accepting fanfiction space because its consistently, and almost exclusively an expression or fantasy of being desired or wanted or wanting—or in an even more basic sense, considered. even if you dont explicitly self-insert, even if there’s a an oc thats just you but better or a faceless insert u make - it starts with the same premise. which is wanting to be seen or desired by some extension of who you are. or wanting to fantasize explicitly about a life that isn’t yours, any life but yours. its admitting more openly than other mediums—i want someone to want some part of me. to take interest in me sexually or romantically or platonically. i want this element of myself to be considered or thought of. sometimes that is accomplished through writing, and sometimes that is accomplished through reading and seeking to bits of yourself in other peoples. the other half is having space to want and yearn for something else. how liberating it is to admit that you’d like to be somewhere else.

and it is hardly a flawless medium and im really, really simplifying it but i do think that there is something uniquely enjoyable and freeing about it. i want agency in the stories i love. i want my presence to haunt this fiction like a ghost. i want to be loved, i want to be interesting. i want to experience hundreds of lives that aren’t mine. i want i want i want. this a story of you. this is a story of me.

[ameliathecatto]

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[ameliathecatto]

raise a glass to the posts you love that end up deleted. to the fanart and fanfics you lose track of and can't locate. to the blogs you used to look through that ended up unexpectedly disappearing. to the things you didn't archive because you always assumed they'd be there.

[ameliathecatto]

I draw too many vash recently he started to look like woodstock to me