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Bruce is always prepared, even for the event of his death. Sadly he has friends prepared for those plans, but his family is not.

Zoé Lee finds herself on both sides for that event, she’s read his careful instructions, signed the papers, and now here she is. She didn't think she’d be here so soon.

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Fighting Without Oxygen - Chapter 1

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The manner hadn’t been so quiet in such a long time, the thought was a blade that dug into Alfred’s chest with a twist. He had yet to look himself in the mirror for the first time since the news. He could feel his exhaust in his eyelids, his regrets rotating in his stomach, and his grief in his hands.

Everything he did, everything he touched, everything, he felt it in his hands. Hands that once held a grieving child as he too grieved, hands that once would shake from the feeling but he’d made firm for that boy. Now they were firm, the boy was gone, leaving him a line of children to be firm for.

He swallowed as he stared at his hands, still, steady, firm. Firm, but heavy in his lap.

He took one over the top of the sheets of the boy’s bed. He’d only made them the day before, right now they should have been unmade with the boy healing in it.

He choked on an erupting sob.

No.

Not now, now he needed to make arrangements. See the boys. Needed to call people.

He did not get up. Clutching the sheets as he used his other hand to hold his face. His hand slowly became wet.

Four. That was four now.

A sobbed shook him heavily.

“Oh Thomas,” he rasped out, “Martha, forgive me.”

When Alfred finally got up it wasn’t with steady hands.

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Chloé Bourgeois sat at her desk, with a frown of distaste. How was she going to explain to her sister she was not going to make it premiere tomorrow if she didn’t get this figured out in time.

The woman groaned when her phone rang again.

She blinked when she read the caller ID. She took a deep breath before answering the line.

“Hello, this is Chloé,” she answered, wondering who would be on the other end.

“Madame Bourgeois, good evening. It is Alfred Pennyworth,” the older man's accent rang clear to the woman.

“Alfie,” Chloé all but squealed in excitement, “It’s been quite sometime since one of you Gotham boys called.” The woman ignored the feeling in her stomach as she asked, “What is the occasion?”

“I,” his voice wavered, “I call bearing horrible news, and worse request.”

Chloé swallowed as she turned from her desk, “What has happened Alfred?”

“Bruce, he,” his breathing hitched, “he has passed, in battle.”

Chloé opened her mouth, only to let out a breath. It was a secure line, she knew that he wouldn’t have been so blunt with it if it weren’t.

“You’re..sure,” her voice was quiet.

“Clark doesn’t hear him,” his voice becoming void with the statement.

Chloé looked to the ceiling as she blinked repeatedly. She nodded as she asked, words so familiar to her tounge, “What do I need to do?”

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Alya stood on the rooftop of the TVi building, loose hair tickled her face as she looked out. She hadn’t done this in a very long time, years. Years ago she’d done it, and weeks before that out of fun. But the last time had been life or death, the world.

This time it was a matter of the heart.

She cleared her throat, “Kal.”

She waited patiently. It wasn't as nearly as late in Metropolis as it was in Paris but she knew he’d need a moment to even be able to get here.

A few minutes passed before a red-eyed, flanneled wearing man was in front of her. Alya swallowed, the pit in her stomach suddenly became a void, “Oh.”

She gently took the floating super’s hands, “You can’t hear him.”

His eyes weren’t looking at her as he shook his head. Not a word.

Alya squeezed his hands, “They’re staging the boat right now.”

Nothing.

“I break the news in the morning,” She continued. Her eyes watered, “Everyone is a mess to make it perfect. Adrien is sticking right next to girls, they’re taking it the hardest.” She nodded to herself, “Keep having to talk them out of booking flights to Gotham,” she laughed as tears ran down her cheeks.

Alya sniffed, “They’re great at hiding it though,” she looked out at the horizon, “They’re probably going on the water right now. Nothing people love reading more than rich people and their dumb boats.”

Clark hummed in agreement as he lowered himself.

“Lois asked if it was you,” he whispered.

Alya let out a wet laugh, “She knows me well.”

“She knows all of us well.” he said before pulling the woman into a hug. “She said to give you a hug, you’d need one.”

The reporter’s laughter turned into sobbing in the man’s arms. She held onto his shirt tightly, she shook her head.

“He can’t be gone,” Alya barely got out in her sobs. Clark rubbed circles on her back as she rambled on, “He helped me fix what I did during the first one. He funded relief for the second one.”

“Alya,” Clark struggled to come up with something. He just hugged her a little tighter, wishing he’d brought Lois with him when she’d offered. He flew his friend home as he whispered, “I’m sorry Alya.”

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Kagami gripped the railing tightly, she hated this. She hated when they lost a warrior. A friend.

In Paris it’s revealed when the hero has fallen, and they are honored, all their secrets no more.

Bruce deserved more.

Kagami understood he could not. Not when it brought those he was close to in more danger. Looking out at the water her hand drifted up to her necklace, her fingers resting on the jewel.

Longg appeared next to her, didn’t say anything. Simply floating by her side watching the water.

They choose to ignore the footsteps that came up behind them. A pause. They were joined at the railing.

“It’s time,” Marinette whispered.

“Indeed it is,” Kagami sighed.

Neither woman moved. Longg lowered to the railing and sat on it, waiting.

“I don’t wish to do this,” the woman finally admitted. “It feels like I’ll be letting him go.”

Marinette smiled, “He’ll be back.”

Kagami huffed, “Alix?”

“No,” Marinette stated amused. “No one in their world stays dead for long.”

“No one in theirs, but in ours the dead stay that. Dead.” Kagami shook her head, “I know that but he’s never, it’s never been him. I am going to do this, but I fear when…ever he’s back then the next time I’ll expect his return.

“I feel like a bad person,” Kagami rubbed her face. “I don’t want him to come back just for that. I’ll expect it.”

Marinette looked at the sky, “I get what you mean. It’s one of the reasons I hated how Adrien handled Akumas. I was scared one day I couldn’t get him back.”

Kagami glanced at Marinette, she rubbed the gold of the Monkey Miraculi. It had been half a decade now, and the holder's sacrifice still hung over the Guardian like a cloud.

Kagami held her friend at her wrist and gave a reassuring squeeze, “We all did what we could. You did everything you could, and he did what he believed was needed. And now we do what we can and what is needed.”

Marinette nodded before putting the Miraculi back on, turning back into a pink headband. She took Kagami’s hand and squeezed it, “Bring the storm.”

Kagami nodded as Marinette walked off, “Longg.”

The Kwami raised up with a solemn smile.

“Bring the storm.”

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Zoé had really hoped another decade would pass before she’d be here, under these circumstances that is. She gripped the steering wheel; just sat in the vehicle. She really hoped it wouldn’t be till much later, when his kids were all off doing their own things. Without the need of this house.

Slowly she rested her head against the steering wheel and let out a mild frustration. She loosened her grip and slowly straightened; unbuckling she almost considered turning back, but…the papers were signed. This was it, that was the feeling that seemed to vibrate in her chest as she shut the car door.

She held onto her key fob, on finger through the key ring, as she made her way up the old steps. Her steps were small taps on the stone to the front door. The woman took a deep breath and rung the bell. She was barely eye-level with the man, and her heart tightened seeing those tired eyes; she knew she should have flown here immediately.

“Oh Alfie,” Zoé let herself the rest of the way in. She closed the door with her foot as she pulled Alfred into a hug. It had been awhile, but he felt lighter in her arms.

She wanted to kick herself, should have flown straight here, even skip all the paperwork.

“Zoé my dear, please, you’ll scratch the door,” Alfred chidded, without his usual fire.

“That’s the least of this place’s worries,” Zoé held the man a little closer, tighter. When she pulled she let him help her get her coat off. Zoé slid her key into her purse and pulled back over her shoulder. She followed after the butler into the manor, not that she needed to but…it felt nice. Nice to follow again.

“So,” Zoé spoke slowly, “how are they doing?”

Alfred lost his pace, but fixed his mis-step without much trouble. He took a quiet breath before answering, “As well as they can I suppose. Distraught, confused, and, and lost really.”

Zoé nodded, of course that was to be expected. She swallowed, “I know I need to speak to the youngests about, about the circumstances but what about his daughter or Dick?”

“Miss Cass has taken to staying home most nights rather than going out to support her brothers,” Alfred informed, his voice becoming more gravely. “Master Dick came to manner soon following the, the event. He isn’t fairing better.

“But he and Miss Cass appear to be helping Master Damian through this…originally distant time.” Alfred stopped his pace, waited for Zoé to join him in the spot. Zoé waited patiently for him to speak. “As for Master Tim, prior to, Master Bruce’s passing, he had lost a few teammates, friends, I- “

Alfred took a breath and closed his eyes for a moment, he cleared his throat, “I am worried for him in this state, it has barely been even two years his father has passed. He is a resilient boy, but I don’t know how much more he can lose.”

Zoé took the man’s hands, “I promise, you aren’t losing another one. I will help them as much as they’ll allow me to.”

Alfred did his best to fight tears, “That won’t be easy, those two will fight you on that.”

“I can start with Dick, I can fight him all week into taking care of himself,” Zoé joked, knowing she wouldn’t get anything from the man. “Dick knows me, if they see him opening up to me and trusting me maybe it’ll help,” she was quick to continue when his mouth opened once more, “Maybe. I don’t expect for them to 180, and,” she rubbed his hands, “it’s grief. It isn’t easy to get through that.”

Zoé paused, mulling over potential comforts for the man. Perhaps she should have reached out to Julia, well no, Zoé knew better. Julia would not be a solution, Chloé was closer to a solution than pulling the Englishwoman into this.

Zoé closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“And you need the help through this as much as them,” Zoé finally stated. She sighed, “I didn’t just come here for them, because of Bruce. I came here for you. You’re one good reason to be here, and,” she shook her head, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go through this again, alone. I remember last time, Dad was worried about you and Bruce.

“This time it’s me, and I’m worried about you and these kids. Dad wouldn’t drop everything to help you,” she shrugged, “he thought he couldn’t, but I can. Bruce knew that, so here I am.”

Alfred did his best to blink back the tears, oh, he didn’t know if he could go into that room now. He couldn’t help thinking back to when she’d visit regularly after…

After Jason.

“Oh Alfie,” Zoé pulled him into another hug. Quietly she patted his shoulder, “How about you guide me the rest of the way and after I’ve spoken to the kids I’ll come find you.”

Alfred spook his head, “No.” He cleared his throat, “No, I will stay. I’d rather be there for them and you. This will be hard,” He pulled away from the woman, “but we must all face this together.”

Zoé didn’t hide her uncertainty, but she knew better. There would be no changing Alfred’s decision.

“Fine then,” she was just above a whisper, “if you insist.”

“I do,” Alfred raised himself straighter. Pulling himself back together, but there was no hiding the red of his eyes. Never would he be able to hide the pain they held.

“Then let’s go.” Zoé nodded, more to herself. The nerves only felt more fried as they made their way down the halls, glancing at each door feeling more and more unprepared.

When Alfred finally stopped and put his hand to the door she knew.

“Are you ready,” Alfred asked quietly.

She wasn’t.

“Yes,” she nodded. So he opened the door, and her heart tripled in pace. Then it plumped when she saw the kids. Taking each of them in, she would do her best. She wasn’t Bruce, but then again, she wouldn’t try to be if she could help it.

“Hello,” she took a deep breath. She could barely keep herself together as she carefully stated, “I’m Zoé Lee. Bruce made me your guardian in the event of his passing, and owner of Wayne Manor until my own passing. I hope we can make this arrangement work not just for him, but for yourselves and Gotham.”

She couldn’t look Dick in the eye when he stood up, and found herself bewildered when he hugged her.

“Thank you Zo,” he whispered to her in the hug.

She swallowed and returned the hug, and sighed. She’d been scared he’d try to run her off, now she felt ridiculous, and she almost laughed. She should have known better.

Dick wasn’t quite Bruce, she didn’t have to worry about him demanding control.

She could only hope his siblings would be able to open up to her being here too.

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her eyes drifted to his lips, a look in her eyes that always said, “a poem is there.”

they’d always flicker back up to his eyes to see if he’d caught her but she was quick to look back at his lips. when he wasn’t paying attention his lips would part slightly and a rushed breath was taken.

half-lidded eyes would shift to her and this time she’s the one who doesn’t catch the glance, and those glances whisper, “if only you’d read me,”

he takes in her face as she is, a work that could have only been sculpted by Prometheus himself. he leans closer ignoring her widening eyes and reaches out slowly.

moving hair from her face, with hands that pause on the side of her face to breathe out, “i’d let you in.”

she swallows and leans in, she takes his hand away…a mournful action, “might that be a dance with tragedy?”

his lips press tightly as though not to speak, but that stated, “perhaps a twirl with at forked path.”

she leans away, casting her gaze to the side, “i wouldn’t tempt a fate,”

a squeeze of the hand before she lets it fall away, “that might take you farther from me.”

torn. his heart twists, staring at her knowing she would leave once more. he swallowed, he reached out, a beg, “please.”

she raises with closed eyes, “you already know how this ends.”

he reaches again, and once more she puts space. once more, and he falls as she picks up her coat.

“we know how this ends.”

“god, please,” his pushes himself up, watching her reach the door, “love me. love me despite the fate.”

she almost lets herself look at him longer than a second before finally making out, “Goodbye Tim.”

she closes the door behind herself and leans against it, “i can’t bear seeing you end.”

he’s standing on the other side, barely a step away. his breathing shallow, “why won’t you take the shot.”

he crouched down, holding his face, “even if you’re the arrow that will strike.”

“Just stay,” he rasps out, but she’s already down the hall.

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Coffee Stains and Leaky Pens - Chapter 2

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“Hurry Bryce, hurry,” urged the red-head.

“Kiley I’m putting them in as fast as I can,” Bryce grumbled, but not truly annoyed. He carefully slid and wove the stems of the flowers into the teens' hair. Bryce glanced up at their other co-worker, who was preparing for opening, like they were supposed to be, “Chloé how about you help me put these daisies in.”

Chloé looked over at the young man, he couldn't be more than a few years older than her. She smiled at the little daisies that spotted throughout his hair, “I think you’re supposed to be wiping down the tables.”

“I am,” he gave a pointed glare at Kiley, “but someone won’t let me.”

“Free will is a thing,” her voice not hiding how smug she was.

“She has a point,” Chloé chidded, as she opened a cupboard. She knew it was pointless to actually get him to work when they had Kiley, so she just liked to pick on him.

“Why am I the only one in trouble,” he exclaimed.

“Because she’s a teenager and you’re an adult,” Chloé made it a point to stop doing her task and stare at him. “You’re supposed to be the role model.”

“No, my job is to be here for at least five hours and not screw up,” he argued. Kiley pinched his arm, causing him to tug on her hair. They both glared at each other before Bryce turned back to Chloé, “And to help her enjoy her job.”

Kiley hummed in agreement. Chloé turned away before rolling her eyes.

“We should do your hair Chloé,” Kiley smiled, pressing her lips tightly in excitement. “Please Chlo, we’ll be quick. It’s not like there isn’t always something to do.”

Chloé frowned as she turned back to them, “That’s exactly why you should get back to helping.”

Bryce let the girl know he was finished as Chloé spoke. Kiley stood up, “Please, I still have all these.”

The red head showed a bundle of the flowers in their hair. Chloé looked between the handful and the teens face, who was making a pleading expression. Chloé pursed her lips together, not showing her considering.

She was late out of the apartment this morning so she just threw her hair in a ponytail, which she usually avoided, and rushed over to the Talon. Chloé sighed, and with a half-hearted frown stated, “Fine.”

Kiley did a little dance before pulling Chloé to sit on the stool she previously occupied, immediately getting to work. With the help of Bryce they had the young woman’s hair braided and flowered, during which Chloé tapped her foot impatiently through the whole process.

“Done,” Kiley exclaimed before jumping the fading blond with a hug. Chloé held back the desire of throwing the girl off of her. Bryce snickered but was quick to move away from the two when Chloé started glaring at him intently.

“You look so pretty,” Kiley gushed, giving a tight squeeze before finally letting go of the young woman. Finally free Chloé let her shoulders relax and slapped her knees as she brought herself up, “Alrighty then. Let’s get to work.”

Now with all of them focused on work they made sure all the tables and counters spaces were properly sanitized and stocked up. Open sign on and curtains drawn open. In no time at all people slowly started to make their way in, regulars on their way to work, the friend groups getting their morning cups for the day ahead, and so on.

After handing the cup tray to the group Chloé smiled, “Have a great day.”

“You too,” one of the guys said, giving a polite smile.

“Love your guys’ hair today,” one of the girls said before running off with the group.

Chloé didn’t have time to fend off the flush from the compliment when two tall dark haired semi-regulars came to the register.

“Hello, what can I get for you today,” she greeted them with a bright smile, still happy from the compliment.

“Hi,” the woman smiled as she got to it, “I was wondering if your espresso machine was fixed yet, or not?”

“Oh it is,” Chloé nodded. “What would you like?”

“A medium cappiano and a large black coffee please,” Larissa stated with a firm nod. She glanced at her little brother and smirked, she bumped him with her hip, “What about you buddy?”

“Oh uh, a black coffee with,” he paused, struggling to form words.

“This much?” the barista did a pouring motion. Larissa raised her eyebrows, watching her brother carefully.

A wide, embarrassed, smile grew on his face, “Yes, exactly.”

The barista smiled, “I’ll get right on it.” She handed them a receipt and pointed to a spot for them to wait.

Though Larissa didn’t have much care for the waiting part, it was wonderful her brother was here. She smirked as she watched him nervously tap his fingers on the table and watched the workers station. The reporter couldn’t help herself as she leaned forward resting her chin on her fist.

Jon had a doopy smile watching the baristas interact, a smile that made Larissa want to ruffle his hair.

Instead she said, “So,” to get his attention, “A barista?” She held back a laugh as his face reddened. She could stop…but why should she?

“You realize how,” she snickered, “how adorable that is right? Seriously Lisa is going to love this. She might move back to Kansas for this.”

Jon frowned in disgust, “You’re not going to tell her.”

“She’d figure it out. Just because she didn’t become a journalist doesn’t mean she can’t put it together,” Larissa grinned at her brother.

“I know,” Jon grumbled, sinking in his seat. He did in fact know that; his sisters were great for this, and he had some catching up to do.

Larissa chulked, “So what are you gonna do?”

“What,” Jon looked up at her in confusion.

“You know,” she said with a teasing tone. “Are you gonna get the girl?”

Jon swallowed, “Well I, uh, I don’t- I didn’t, I-“

Larissa gave a throaty laugh, “I thought you were a Lane.”

“I am,” he protested angrily, but that seemed to amuse his sister more. She dramatically sighed and shook her head, “You’re another sad Kent man.”

Jon covered his face with a groan, “You aren’t funny.”

“I’m hilarious, actually,” she preened.

“Order number: 67,” a voice politely interrupted them. Larissa took her two cups with a smile, “Thank you. Have a good one.”

“You too,” she said as Jon got up.

“Thank you,” he rushed out. “Your hair looks super pretty.”

“Thank you,” the barista smiled, her eyes squinting from the expression. Her cheeks became red as well.

“Really Jon,” Larissa said at a level that only brother could hear. “Super?”

That made him suck in a breath, he pulled cash out of his pocket not checking what he’d grabbed, and chucked it at the table they’d been waiting at. He rushed past the young woman and pulled his sister out of the establishment.

Jon practically shoved her into the truck after opening the door for her. He sped around to the driver’s side and started it. After a minute of driving from the coffee house Larissa was having a hard time containing her laughter.

“Will you stop it,” Jon stressed every word. “It was bad, I know.”

“Oh I know. It’s just,” Larissa smiled at him as he stopped at the red light. “You forgot your drink when you tipped her.”

Jon let his head rest on the steering wheel. Honking at everyone.

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Coffee Stains and Leaky Pens - Chapter 1

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Smallville didn’t have much go on in its’ borders, at least they could say that before the meteor shower nearly five decades ago. Since then there had only been…chaos as a simple way of putting it.

It had calmed down though, Metropolis now got to suffer at the hands of all the “mysterious circumstances.” Though they knew more of the truth now than when that had all started.

Stores had closed, new ones opened, people had died, moved, so on and so forth. One thing that had stayed, surprisingly, was The Talon. That old movie theater turned coffee shop by Lana Lang and Lex Luthor.

See Zoé’s father had been a very close friend of Oliver Queen, prior to the reveal, and will was. So when the Kent Farm was used for close friends and family events, Christopher was invited, and eventually he started bringing his daughter.

Zoé fell in love with the town as much as she loved New York, so after all the Paris mayhem, she brought her sister to the town. It was perfect for the reforming diva, no one knew her, at least they didn’t know her face.

Slowly but surely Chloé fell in love with it too. It was drastically different, but it wasn’t…it wasn’t bad.

And you know what’s handy about briefly being a hero? Being light on your feet, yeah, she’s had practice since she started helping Marinette’s family but despite being a small town they sure had a lot of people come through.

And this young man was one she’d seen plenty of times, but was the first she’d interacted with him. He hadn't been in a while according to her co-worker.

“Hey, can I get a black coffee with this much creamer,” he moved his hand in a quick pouring motion. “I have no idea how to say how much, but do you see? I have no idea how else to tell you, I’m so sorry.”

Chloé kept her composure, pretty well, considering anytime she overheard him overexplaining orders to her co-workers she let herself have a quiet laugh. Her lips were firmly pressed in a polite smile as she nodded.

“It’s okay, I assure you. I’ll do that-” she did the quick pouring motion “-much in your cup.”

His expression was a wonderful mixture of embarrassment and relief. He gave a smile to her that made his glasses raise a little, her polite smile slightly enlarged at the movement.

“Will that be all?” she asked looking between the register and him.

“Oh yeah an, a, well is that machine working again yet or not?” he pointed to the clearly unplugged espresso machine. “My sister said it was broken and so he hasn't been coming in because of it and so he doesn't actually know if you’ve gotten it fixed.”

Chloé almost sighed, almost.

“I’m sorry to say, but it's still broken and we haven't been able to fix it ourselves. We’re currently waiting on a guy to come in. Is there something else I can get for you or will that be all?”

The guy puffed his cheeks out, making his glasses move again. He blew the air out looking at the food display instead, “It’s okay. Can I just get a muffin with it too, please?”

“Right on it,” Chloé nodded.

Barely a minute and she was handing him a to-go cup and a muffin in a paper bag.

“That’ll be 12.99,” she said as he opened his wallet. He paused for a moment glancing at her.

“I didn't tell you which creamer to use,” his words were slow.

“You’re in here at least 3 times a week,” Chloé raised an eyebrow. “I don't usually serve you but I’ve caught your order.”

He blinked before ducking his head and slapping a bill on the counter and grabbing his order, “Thank-you, I-don't-need-a-receipt, keep-the-change.”

Chloé, not that she’d admit it, jumped at him running off after slapping the counter. She picked up the bill. A 20, she smiled to herself as she put that into the register and greeted the next customer.

Outside Jon Kent threw the paper bag at his older sister, and buckled up.

“Jesus dude,” the young woman grumbled as she started the truck. “The machine still broke?”

“Yeah,” Jon’s voice was a little too high. His sister glanced at him but decided not to say anything.

“That sucks. Guess I’ll just have to go to old Beanery,” Larissa said, not practically liking the idea. She pulled out into traffic as she continued, “That place always sucks to go into. Oh you’re Clark’s daughter? You’re Chloe’s niece?” Her voice went comically high-pitched before dropping back to her regular voice, “How about you mind your business, you’re like 70.”

That made Jon snort, “Which is why I like Metropolis, or flying to Gotham. Usually don't get that spiel.”

“Pft, I wish,” Larissa murmured, but she knew her brother heard her perfectly clearly.

“The barista says they’re having a guy come in to fix it soon,” Jon said quickly. Larissa raised an eyebrow at him, making him continue, “Since you didn't seem to be listening.”

“You know I don't like listening in,” she frowned.

“Lara, my point is, we can avoid the Beanery a little longer,” he grinned at his sister.

Larissa looked over at him, holding back a smirk, “Okay.”

The next time she glanced at him her smirk was well-placed on her, as her brother smiled as he drank his coffee.

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Coffee Stains and Leaky Pens

Chloé Bourgeois has found the perfect town to disappear to and has finally established herself away from her previous life, most importantly away from masks and money.

Jon Kent is figuring out where he wants to go and keeps coming back home. Superman is a big role to fill, he doesn't know how his older sisters handle taking up Supergirl and investigative journalist so well.

Chloé’s met an adorable well known up-and-coming reporter; Jon’s met a sweet and fiery French barista. Now who’s gonna tell the capes and companies to stay out of the way?

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Join the author as they struggle to mesh Smallville and comics lore 🫶

Note: there is Jonathan Samuel Kent, son of Clark and Lois, their most recognized child, and Jonathan Sullivan-Queen, son of Chloe Sullivan and Oliver Queen from the show “Smallville”, name dropped in it’s continuing comic “Season 11.” and I changed his names spelling to “Johnathan/John” to help differentiate them better.

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Could we?

For Malachite Milestones and Shutterbug Scoops | [Ao3] [Wattpad - MM] [Wattpad - SS].

Malachite Milestones:

Group: Rhodonite Ravagers

Ship: Alley Cat; Jaydrien; Jason Todd/Adrien Agreste

Shutterbug Scoops:

Additions • Add Sprinkles; Add Fluff

Flavors; Prompts • Chocolate Therapy; No Prompt

Scoops; Characters • 1 Scoop; 2 Characters

Toppings; Tropes • Banana; No Tropes

Sauces; AUs • Fudge; No AUs

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Adrien stared at the ceiling, a contemplative look on his face. He’d stopped scrolling through his phone for a noticeable while, but of course his boyfriend noticed. His perfect weighted blanket boyfriend that loved to read.

Which he was at this moment, until Adrien felt him slightly lower his book, “What’s bothering you?”

Adrien pursed his lips in consideration. It was kinda a big thing to spring on someone, and he knew Jason wasn’t ready for it. He had a big heart; a heart he tried his damndest to hide from everyone.

Adrien took a deep breath, which was hard to do with a giant tank of a boyfriend laying on top of him. He turned off his phone, letting it just sit on the man’s back. The blond took a slow breath in as he played with the hair at the base of Jason’s head.

“I- those- I’m,” Adrien struggled before groaning. Adrien covered his face with the hand not on the side his boyfriend had hostage, “Kwami, this is hard.”

Before the blond realized what was happening Jason had slipped a bookmark in his book, and let the book lightly drop to the floor. Adrien let out a surprised yelp, and heard his phone thump to the floor. He’d taken a sharp breath, his eyes widened, looking into the glowing blue-green sea.

Jason adjusted the throw pillow underneath to make his back more comfortable, a small sigh through his nose looking at his boyfriend. He leaned his head forward and raised his eyebrows.

Adrien felt his cheeks heat up as Jason’s calloused hands held them and he whispered in a low voice, “Take a moment to breathe, and to think.”

Adrien swallowed, “I love you.”

Jason laughed and kissed Adrien’s forehead, “I love you too, but that’s not what you’re trying to say.”

Adrien glanced away from Jason’s lop-sided smirk, “Yeah.” Adrien’s voice was soft, like he was telling a secret, “I just…you know those kids we help.”

Jason’s smirk softened to a small smile, “Yeah.”

“You already do a lot for them-“

“We,” Jason corrected, “We help them.”

“Right,” Adrien nodded, “We do a lot to help them but I was thinking, thinking that maybe we could, and you know this is just a thought. We don’t have to do this, and I don’t want to push you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“Adrien, please just say what you’re thinking,” Jason’s voice was firm but patient.

Adrien pursed his lips and sighed, “I was thinking we could take some in? Or just one. I just think it could be something more…”

Adrien trailed off, watching Jason carefully. His face still before becoming hard as he usually did as he thought over things. Soon softened, smiling at Adrien. Jason took a hand and brushed it through his golden locks, looking thoughtful in the way when he’d already kinda had made up his mind.

“I’d love to Goldie,” his voice gruff but full of adoration. He pressed a soft kiss as he held his boyfriend.

Adrien held a large smile on his face as he held the back of Jason’s neck, “Really?”

Jason snorted, “Yes.”

Adrien gave him a peck before jumping up and calling for Plagg. Bygul turned back with a grin, “Get ready.”

Jason rolled his eyes as he got up, “Really want to be running on the roofs this early, the sun isn’t even down yet.”

“Come on, you like it when we go out early. Scares the baddies,” Bygul said before willing the bottom of his helmet to close.

“Fancy pants,” Jason murmured with no real irritation.

Bygul shook his hips, his grin ever evident through the helmet, “You’re jealous.”

Jason turned his head away to hide his amused smile while grabbing his jacket. He wasn’t jealous, just that his was more convenient.

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Scratchy

For Malachite Milestones and Shutterbug Scoops | [Ao3] [Wattpad - MM] [Wattpad - SS]

Malachite Milestones:

Group: Rhodonite Ravagers

Ship: Red Wasp ; Vesperake ; Tim Drake/Zoé Lee

Shutterbug Scoops:

Additions • Add Sprinkles; Add Fluff

Flavors; Prompts • Orange Sherbert; Hands

Scoops; Characters • 1 Scoop; 2 Characters

Toppings; Tropes • Banana; No Tropes

Sauces; AUs • Fudge; No AUs

-

Zoé tapped her fingers on the wheel as she watched the light. She blew out a breath and stretched so she was pressed against her seat.

She was now wishing she’d just stayed home, or better yet been on the subway. But Tim had insisted she take the car, because he wasn't using it today. Even though he knows that taking the subway is faster, and you're less likely to end up with this.

You know what, maybe they should have moved to California for her job, maybe she should have moved to Gotham full-time.

But no. No. They both agreed on New York, so he’d stop focusing on vigilante things better, and so she could take a break from filming for a bit.

Zoé pulled ahead when finally the people ahead of her started going. She let out a soft huff as she kept having to stop and go. Next time, she was not letting Tim talk her into using the car again. She’ll just go and get on the subway, like she usually did.

Half an hour later she was pulling into the parking complex. Which made her think of another thing! If they didn't have the car in the first place they wouldn't have the parking fee on their monthly bills.

She tried to tell Tim that they didn't need a car, but he wouldn't listen. It’s not her fault he grew up in a quicker-to-navigate city. Truly that was possibly a blessing, living in a densely populated area that could still be easily transported around.

Zoé rubbed her hands down her face and let out an exhausted breath.

She’s home; work’s good; Tim is making dinner; she could relax.

She grabbed her purse and locked the car up before heading to their apartment. Zoé glanced between the staircase and the elevator, she knew the obvious answer. She had already made the decision before even making here, but she was considering taking the stairs to maybe help wake her up a bit more.

She pursed her lips before rolling her eyes, having made up her mind. Soon enough she was in the elevator, slouching against the cool metal transport box.

She really hoped Tim wasn’t finished with dinner, meaning she could just lie down for a hot second before eating. She couldn’t even remember what they agreed on…or what Tim chose. Whatever it was, she knew it would be good.

The elevator dinged and Zoé brought herself up, grabbing her keys out of her purse. She as quickly as she could for as tired as she felt unlocked the door, being sure to lock it behind her.

The smell of pepper, eggs, and bacon was what first registered to her senses. Zoé couldn’t help herself, she closed her eyes inhaling the smell of food in their home with a pleased hum. She had slipped off her shoes before she even reopened her eyes, a rather large smile on her face as she hung up her purse and coat.

The blond was a little more than eager making her down the short hallway to the rest of their home, hanging her keys despite her fast steps. She had to stop abruptly at what greeted her over the countertops to the kitchen.

Her boyfriend in his favorite pair of Batman-themed pajama bottoms, her daffodil diagram crop top, and headphones that also acted to help hold his hair back from his face.

Zoé’s mouth had been slightly parted in confusion at the scene before her, but she slowly leaned against the wall as a small, soft, and extremely amused smile graced her lips. She held herself at her elbows and let her head rest against the wall, watching her boyfriend nod his head side to side to whatever music may be playing. She had no doubt he already knew she was there. He was simply enjoying himself in the kitchen.

Tim turned to her and gave a wide smile, “Dinner’s almost ready.”

Zoé pressed her lips together in a tight smile, one that made her eyes squint at him. She didn’t want to move, just watch this moment, this moment of her adorable boyfriend walking around the kitchen with a stolen shirt.

Wasn’t that her job? To steal his clothes? There’s rules weren’t there?

It only made sense for Tim to break even the silliest of rules.

“Welcome home,” the shirt thief said lovingly as he made his way to her, “Dinner’s done.”

“I see that,” Zoé spoke as she stopped leaning against the wall.

“Really? You look close to passing out,” he teased.

Zoé locked her fingers on the nape of his neck and leaned her head back, “Promise I’m not quite there Rob.”

“You sure Honey,” he leaned closer to her, and reached his hands around her to hold his wrists.

“I’m quite sure,” she insisted in an almost whisper. She leaned up, both of them smiling as they kissed, but Zoé had to pull away. A soft laugh came from her lips and she brought one her hands to cover her mouth.

“What,” Tim’s brows came down in confusion, and his mouth practically a pout.

“You’re scratchy,” Zoé giddily snickered behind her hand.

Tim frowned and reached for his face, rubbing the light stubble that had started making itself known. His voice was a little disheartened, “Guess I forgot the past few nights. I’ll shave tonight.”

“No,” Zoé grabbed his face. She grinned, “I like it.” Almost as though to prove it she kissed him again. With a bright smile she said, “You should grow it out a little. You’ve never had much facial hair.”

“I have,” Tim argued, but Zoé shook her head.

“Fake ones don’t count,” she stated firmly. She looked between his eyes and the stubble, she ran her thumb over it, “Just try it out.”

Tim sighed, “Because you asked.”

“Thank you,” she extended the second word before kissing the man again.

[mae-dwrites]

Un-Break Astronomy

“As much as it seems like you own my heart,

It's astronomy, we're two worlds apart,

…

From far away, I wish I'd stayed with you,

But here, face to face, a stranger that I once knew”

•

“The nights are so unkind,

Bring back those nights when I held you beside me,

…

Take back that sad word goodbye,

Bring back the joy to my life,

…

I can't forget the day you left,

Time is so unkind,

And life is so cruel without you here beside me”

Red Wasp / Vesperake centric AU

Parts under the cut:

Inescapable

Our Bereavement - | 1 | 2 | 3 | ? ? ? ? |

More Than A Bump - Poem - [Ao3]

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??????

Out of Reach

Hardly The First, But This was Fresh

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Dwelling In Epoch

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If Only She Knew (What He Would Do)

Hold On, Please

Stellular Resurrection

Surprise [Might Change Title]

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Other things:

Pintrest

Pintrest Board - This board is specific to this AU. Separated between Zoé and Tim, and anything that both or relates to both of them.

Bonus Board - A general Red Wasp Board I have curated.

Ao3 Series

Wattpad - Note: Not Currently Published, all parts will be published in order as best to my ability. Simply to avoid confusion over there.

Spotify Playlist - Because I’m cool like that /j It was made to help me write, but here it is if you guys are interested.

[mae-dwrites]

Ring

For Malachite Milestones and Shutterbug Scoops | [Ao3] [Wattpad - MM] [Wattpad - SS]

Malachite Milestones:

Group: Rhodonite Ravagers

Ship: Red Wasp ; Vesperake ; Tim Drake/Zoé Lee

Shutterbug Scoops:

Flavors; Prompts • Chocolate Therapy; No Prompt

Scoops; Characters • 1 Scoop; 2 Characters

Toppings; Tropes • Banana; No Tropes

Sauces; AUs • Fudge; No AUs

-

Tim really hadn’t expected to be tired at this event, at least not until he left; usually he could push the exhaustion away enough to be his usual socialite-self. It appears that he might have too much on his plate again.

His eyes took everyone on the dance floor, surrounding it, and those like him: sitting at their assigned table. Truthfully he couldn’t even remember who had even invited them at this point, maybe tomorrow he’d remember.

He blinked hard a few times trying to stay awake. Tim lazily swirled his drink, hoping the motion would keep him from passing out at this event. He wished Bruce had been able to make it, or better yet, go and he could skip the whole thing.

Maybe next time he could get Damian to come instead…

Actually nevermind, it would be odd for a teenager to come without a parent or guardian of sorts.

Tim took a sharp intake of breath but was able to register who was touching his forehead before opening his eyes. He let out a deep breath as he opened his eyes. Tim smiled up at Zoé as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Hey,” his voice came out a little more exhaunted than he’d like.

“Hey,” she replied in a teasing tone.

“What,” Tim laughed quietly.

Zoé hummed with raised eyebrows, “I wonder.”

“Wonder what,” Tim inquired whilst fighting laughter.

“Why you’re a few minutes away from passing out at this reception.” Zoé held his hair back as she said, “This wedding reception.”

Tim pursed his lips and shrugged.

“Told you to have Babs do last night,” Zoé said with a tug of his hair.

“Aye,” Tim protested, pulling himself from the blond. He ignored those at tables surrounding them, watching, instead he focused on Zoé, “I’m sorry, we already had it scheduled and didn’t want to drop it at the last minute for sleep.”

“This wedding was also scheduled,” Zoé stated, using her arms to keep her up with his seat.

“What are you doing here anyway? I thought you had prior engagements,” Tim raised an eyebrow accusingly. His smile though was soft and his eyes showed it to be a genuine question.

“Marinette got the fitting and adjustments done faster than anticipated, so I decided to take a flight back early,” she shrugged. “Besides I’d rather be at home with you a day early than be on a flight back before that shoot on Sunday.”

“I feel very special honey,” Tim nodded over at the couple on the dance floor, “The newlyweds know you came late?”

“I messaged her maid of honor,” Zoé nodded to the woman crying at the food table. “She said she didn’t mind that much. Just glad I could show up to celebrate.”

“That’s nice,” he said. She nodded before a french accent sounded off on some attendee of the party. Tim watched amused as the young woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Chloé?”

“Chloé,” she softly repeated.

“Shouldn’t we be running to save a server? It’s been awhile.”

“Actually Marinette and I got her to truly learn not to be so harsh on them,” she smiled, looking triumphant.

“Really? How’d you do it?”

“Got her to work in customer service,” Zoé grinned.

“No,” Tim’s smile widened. “When? How didn’t I know?”

“Few years ago, when we weren’t on good terms,” she glanced at the table for a second. Tim let out a sound of understanding before she continued, “Adrien and Kagami joined in, making it much easier.”

“How’d that go for Adrien,” Tim squined at her.

“It was certainly harder to get him one without the customers recognizing him. Decided the U.S. would be better for less recognizability,” she nodded with a small smile.

Tim looked behind her, “Should we at least help whoever's at the receiving end?”

“Come on,” Zoé raised her eyebrows again, she reached for his hands. “She doesn’t need babysitting. I came here to celebrate a wedding and to be with you.” she gave them a squeeze, “Want a dance?”

Tim smiled, “You sure I won’t pass out on the dancefloor?”

Zoé rolled her eyes as she drugged him to his feet, “Then I’d be reconsidering our relationship.”

“So don’t fall asleep?” Tim leaned into her face, teasing some more as she led them to the dance floor.

“Don’t fall asleep,” she said as they made it to the dancefloor.

They swayed, foreheads touching, and sweet content smiles. Zoé opened her eyes to glance at the bride and groom walking off the dancefloor; giving a quick kiss as they scurried off. Her smile grew a little wider, and almost sad.

“What is it,” Tim asked, eyes still closed.

“Just thinking about our wedding,” the woman’s voice was soft, wishful in a way.

Tim’s smile broke into a grin, “What about it?”

“I just, I just want it to be as calm as this. No villains, no timelines to hold off so they can get fixed, no one in the shadows– No threats,” Zoé sounded more heartbroken as she went on.

Tim opened his eyes and pulled his face back a little to see her properly, “Is that why you haven't picked a date?”

“I–” she sighed. “What if we pick a day and that's the day the world ends for the sixtieth time?”

“Honey,” his serious tone quiet, “There’s going to be Supers, highly trained vigilantes, and people who can tip the balance of the universe at our wedding.” He brought his hand up and moved some loose strands, “I’m sure no matter what date we decide everything will happen without some organization crashing the important parts.

“And we know exactly who’s coming, so there’s no surprise assassins attending,” he joked.

“That's not funny,” she leaned away with a frown.

“It is,” he grinned.

“You know I can just call it off if that's how this gonna be,” Zoé raised her eyebrows, unimpressed.

“You won’t,” he said before kissing her forehead.

Zoé put her hand in view and smiled at the ring, “I know.”

[mae-dwrites]

Mayday 2024

Submission: @official-timari-server

Title: The Night We Met

Type of Poem: Free Verse (10)

Ship: Timari (20)

Points: 10 + 20 = 30

Total Points: 86 + 30 = 116

Poem:

Remember the night we met

Told you that gimik was taken

You simply smirked and said,

“Not where I’m from.”

Then you bested me

Without so mush as a frustrated glare

It was almost as if you controlled the outcome

Just full of utter glee

And you fled

You certainly has a flare

Decided you were a threat

We were so brazen

[mae-dwrites]

Mayday 2024

Submission: @official-timari-server

Title:

Type of Poem: Elegy - Tercet Stanzas - Formatted (7)

Ship: Daminette - Kneepads (5)

Points: 7 + 5 = 12

Total Points: 74 + 12 = 86

Poem:

I’m used to this,

Seeing the light dwindle,

Feeling warmth fade…

Wonder if they ever followed…

As I continued on,

Watching as I put others under that same blade.

Your skin sends chills thorugh my being

Not by any cooling of your body,

Simply because I know it will cool.

My hands usually don’t shake.

Years ago I would have watched fondly,

Now I again became a tool.

Please Understand,

I never wanted your funeral,

Not due to any sunshade.

I hope you know

I’ll be an unbearable scorn

While I mourn

Cause you are everything

I ever needed

Or ever want

Please Forgive Me,

Please Hayati,

I wouldn’t have chosen this.

You know that don’t you?

That’s why you’re smiling,

Because you know there’s more to this story…

Will you follow me Hayati?

Just as I followed you?

Watch as I pull this blade once more?

[mae-dwrites]

Mayday 2024

Submission: @official-timari-server

Title: More than a bump

Type of Poem: FreeVerse (10)

Ship: Vesperake/Lake (Tim/Zoé) - Patchwork (12)

Points: 12 + 10 = 22

Total Points: 52 + 22 = 74

Poem:

What happened?

Feels like it happened so suddenly.

Where have you gone?

I reach for you,

And there’s only air.

I feel almost abandoned.

I’m familiar with this, being lonely.

This is no new dawn…

But with you?

It’s all unfair.

I am unheartened

Feels like we’re being torn

This seems worse than a snare

[mae-dwrites]

Mayday 2024

Submission: @official-timari-server

Title: Coffee Haven

Type of Poem: Freeverse (10)

Ship: Timari (20)

Points: 20 + 10 = 30

Total Points: 22 + 30 = 52

Poem:

Coffee Stains

and

Coffee breath

Just

so

content

Forgetting what came before

Now in a haven

that came from loss

and new love

We’re still so sore

Now we wait for the other

hoping for not another loss

all these other times were more than enough

I’ll make that quell,

that all ends with you.

Everything else,

just not you.

I’ve planned for this result,

I won’t lose you.

So pretend to forget what came before

This is our haven

the effect of our losses

both save and damned by love

We won’t go ashore

This vessel our cover

from new losses

and mad droves

Just

so

present

Coffee haven

and

Coffee lover

[mae-dwrites]

Mayday 2024

Submission: @official-timari-server

Title: Meet an Eclipse

Type of Poem: Free Verse (10)

Ship: Dukette - Patchwork (12)

Points: 10 + 12 = 22

Total Points: 22

Poem:

So quick,

So quiet,

I almost didn't notice

Make my eyes flitter

There’s your life

Short

Our meet

Simply short

Barely a glimpse.

Now my life is stuck in an Eclipse.

[mae-dwrites]

Events

Featured: Jasonette July • Shutterbug Station • Mayday • Malachite Milestones

Links under the cut <3

Jasonette July 2022 (Ao3)

Aim

Target

Strike

Jasonette July 2024 (Ao3)

Misbehavin’ - D2 - R

Protector - D3 - R

Unsteady - D4 - P

One Thing Right - D10 - P

Home - D21 - R

From The Grave - D28 - P

Shutterbug Station 2024

Bonus Day 1: Meme - Chloé/Jason

Angst Day 1: Meme - Chloé/Jason

Angst Day 3: Meme - Chloé/Jason

Fluff Day 3: Meme - Alley Cat

Final Bonus Day: Fanfiction - Angst - Tim Drake & Zoé Lee

Final Angst Day: Fanfiction - Tim Drake & Zoé Lee

1 of 10 no prompt: Fanfiction - Angst - Zoé Lee/Jon Kent, Chloé Bourgeois, Damian Wayne

Mayday 2024 (Ao3)

Poem 1: Meet an Eclipse

Poem 2: Coffee Haven

Poem 3: More than a bump

Poem 4: Follow, My Life

Poem 5: The Night We Met

Malachite Milestones Event (Mae’s Version) 2024 (Ao3) (Wattpad)

Ring

Scratchy

Could we?

Shutterbug Scoops 2024 | Note: Cross-Submitted with the Malachite Milestones Event | (Ao3) (Wattpad)

Ring

Scratchy

Could we?

Summerween Special 2024 | (Ao3) (Wattpad)

B5 - Chapter 1 of Coffee Stains and Leaky Pens

C2 - Chapter 2 of Coffee Stains and Leaky Pens

Adribat October 2024 | (Ao3) (Wattpad)

Day 5 - Jack O’ Lanterns - fanart

Day 26 - Hot Beverages. - fanart

The Birds & The Bees March 2025 | Week 9th - 15th | Note: Links to be added soon following posting

Sunday, March 9th:

Blood Bee | Chloé Bourgeois / Damian Wayne

Mood Board

Chapter 1 of Words Sweet as Honey, Eyes Sharp as a Blade. | Also for prompt “Sweet as Honey”

Robin

Chapter 1 of Fighting Without Oxygen - A Zoé Lee, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake and Damian Wayne centric fic, following Bruce’s Death.

Monday, March 10th:

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Tuesday, March 11th:

Hanahaki / Flowers

Mood Board - Zoé Lee / Conner Kent

Raven

Zoé Lee / Rachel “Raven” Roth - One-Shot

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Wednesday, March 12th:

“Beauty is in the Eye of the Beeholder”

Mood Board - Chloé Bourgeois / Jon Kent

Thursday, March 13th:

Wonder Wasp | Zoé Lee / Cassie Sandsmark

Mood Board

Friday, March 14th:

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Saturday, March 15th:

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