#--not symptoms but that's besides the point)

[chasteandpregnantmale]

Daniel is a teacher and here we see him with his husband Matthew (on the right) who is a builder. They have been married for over ten years. At 35 they are both established in their professions and have been trying for years to start a family. It had been decided that Matthew should carry them as he had the beefier body to cope with the extra pregnancy weight. When he failed to conceive, they tried with Daniel but he never conceived either. With time ticking on for both of them they decided Matthew should try to get pregnant using a new and different fertility method. Over a month after his insemination, he took many pregnancy tests which were all negative. They decided that they should try the new technique with Daniel as Matthew was still not pregnant. So two months after Matthew had tried the new method, Daniel was impregnated.

Daniel too took many pregnancy tests over a month. However, Matthew's belly suddenly started to swell big time. He had put on a bit of a belly over the past couple of months but thought it was just middle age spread. Besides he was always hungry so it was not surprising that he had put on a few. The fertility research people were puzzled and decided to give Matthew a scan. This revealed that he was carrying triplets. Apart from the swelling belly and constant hunger, he had had no other pregnancy symptoms at all. But needless to say, Matthew and Daniel were over the moon. They were expecting at last.

Everyone was understandably shocked and even more so when Daniel's body started going through the same transformation 2 months later. Apart from hunger and the swelling belly he too had no symptoms but when scanned was found to be carrying triplets. The doctors were puzzled as to why their new fertility method didn't trigger pregnancy tests and the carriers were pretty much symptom free. This could well be a marketing point though they would also have to sort out why both the guys had ended up carrying triplets.

As for Daniel and Matthew they were hoping to have a family of 2 or 3 kids over 5 or so years. Now they would have 6 in just the space of a couple of months.

They are seen pictured here in the fertility clinic wearing the clinic's signature underwear at 7 and 5 months. Daniel's slender frame means that he will probably develop a torpedo type belly. Matthew, being broader, won't have a gut that sticks out so far.

Matthew was now getting a lot of comments from his mates at work with a lot of banter going on. The physical nature of his work, meant that it was getting harder and harder every day to do his job. Daniel's colleagues were, for the most part, understanding of his condition. The students took the piss a bit and asked him silly questions sometimes, but it was all bearable though he was beginning to find all the standing hard as his belly grew relentlessly, leading to swollen feet.

Both Matthew and Daniel were extremely horny the whole time and couldn't get enough of each other, though any sexual activity was getting more and more challenging as they got bigger. Luckily, they were both quite innovative. In fact it was such activity that probably pushed Matthew into labour 2 months later.

Shortly after they had had fun together Matthew thought he had a bit of indigestion. Then he thought they were Braxton Hicks. He had been experiencing them for sometime now. After a few hours they got more serious, though still pretty random. Daniel decided he should phone the clinic though Matthew protested. But Daniel couldn't bear to see his very pregnant partner in pain. The clinic advised to go in when he was 5cm dilated, just to make sure they arrived in time. Who knew how the end of this new type of fertility would present itself as the beginning had been so different.

To say that they would soon find out would be untrue. By the following morning Matthew was still only 3cm dilated and while he was having reasonably frequent contractions, they had not got themselves together in any regular pattern. Matthew was already exhausted from little sleep and the very powerful cramps. The clinic decided to call him in to check on him and make sure the babies were okay.

What a sight they made entering the clinic. Daniel had, by that stage, developed a real torpedo belly. It actually stuck out more than Matthew's even though he still had 9 weeks to go. They had to get a taxi as Matthew was in no fit state to drive and Daniel couldn't get behind the wheel now. He was too big. The taxi driver looked quite alarmed when he picked them up. Little did he know that he had 8 passengers!

The doctors quickly confirmed that all was well both with Matthew and the babies. Somehow the day passed and so did the next night and then Matthew's contractions began to become more regular. He could not believe how much they hurt and racked his whole body. After 72 hours since the first contraction he gave birth to their first child - a 9lb boy. It had taken some pushing out leaving Matthew absolutely spent. Daniel wasn't feeling too good either, what with lack of sleep, seeing his partner drenched head to toe in sweat and suffering profusely. Being heavily pregnant himself didn't help either: nor the knowledge that he may have the same protracted labour in a couple of months time.

It was another 2 hours before the 8lb girl was born. After that, Matthew felt he had nothing left to push out the final baby. The contractions started up again pretty soon but it was another slow birth for the last boy. But he was big at slightly over 10lb 8 hours after his older brother.

Every one was exhausted but happy it was over. Their family was half complete and in another two months it would be finished - an event Daniel was now dreading.

[maraudersilver]

despise you (Sirius Black x Potter!Reader)

Sirius Black x Fem!Potter!Reader - Chapter 3

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Regulus had sat a couple seats away from you, and Barty had decided on a silent treatment in fear of incurring your wrath with the sour mood you had awoken with. You kept sending death glares at the Gryffindor table, specifically to where James was sitting. The poor boy had tried to huddle on the bench.

“What has your brother done?” Pandora asked once she placed herself next to you. 

“Has to bring me something.” The lack of bite in your tone almost offended Barty, who had suffered the consequences of speaking to you that morning in the common room. 

“Oh.” The blonde girl scrambled her eggs absentmindedly, and Barty leaned attentively to sneak on the conversation. “A book?”

“An antidote.”

Dorcas, who was at your left, spinned faster than a snitch and raised her eyebrows at you. “Has he poisoned you?” The girl narrowed her eyes at the Gryffindor table too, and now the four Marauders were flinching under both girls’ stare.

“Seems like it,” you grumbled, munching a toast angrily.

“Thank Salazar you don’t eat humans,” Barty mumbled in fear at the force you had applied to the poor toast, earning a slap on the back of his head from Evan, who sat beside him. 

“When was it?”

“During summer.”

The four of them shared a look, even Regulus, who had pretended to mind his business, was now eavesdropping. Bewildered, Dorcas took one for the team.

“And the effects are showing now?”

You shook your head, leaving the group more confused than before. “Have been showing since the middle of summer. It’s just getting worse.”

“And what symptoms do you have? Maybe we can develop the antidote ourselves,” offered Evan with a kind smile.

“Don’t think so. I’m pretty sure it has to do with one of their creations. They’re testing a prank on me,” you growled, and Evan recoiled in his seat.

Dorcas chewed on the inside of her cheek. “But what are the symptoms?”

You swallowed what was left of your coffee, almost smushing the mug against the wooden table. “Tachycardia, mostly. I should sue them for attempted murder.”

“Tachycardia!?” Evan’s eyes went wide, hands splattered urgently on the table, causing the cutlery to clink. “Is it at random times? At all times? At night? At day? Do you have cold sweat, too? And how’s your breathing? And-?”

“She gets it, Evan,” Pandora interrupted him with a raised hand and turned gently to you. “When does it happen? Are you okay now?”

You shook your head again. “No. It’s… I think it happens when you see the pourer.”

“Oh.” Pandora squeezed her lips together in a line. “And who is the pourer in your case?”

You groaned. “Sirius Black.” His name came out of you in what you had pretended to be a snarl, but ended up softened for the others’ ears.

The group shared a look again, Regulus looking horrified at the implications.

“Black wants to murder you!?” Barty cried, not catching on the others’ knowing expressions. “Over my dead body!”

You snorted, poignant at his concern, yet you rolled your eyes with affection. “Thanks for the sentiment, Junior.”

Dorcas coughed, and Regulus’ pale complexion turned paler to the point Evan swore he had camouflaged with the glass of milk in front of him. 

“Tachycardia, you say?” Pandora asked again. “Something else? Like, I don’t know, a tingle in your stomach? Sweaty hands?”

You stared at her with wide eyes, mouth agape. “They did it to you too!? I’m neutering them.” Your blood was boiling, and Barty took your mug away from your hand before you could crash it with your white-knuckled grip. 

“No, no,” Pandora shook her head rapidly. “Just wondering. To see if we can find the cure, that is”.

“Ah,” you sighed in relief, giving her a small smile. “Well, I do get a tingle in my stomach, yes. Like bees.” You placed your head on your hand, chewing on your lower lip. “And yesterday he made me so angry my heart churned. It felt like dying.”

Dorcas and Pandora looked at each other with a knowing look again, while Evan observed Regulus’ dampened expression. Barty just scoffed outraged.

“Um, honey,” Dorcas started, her voice sympathetic, and you turned to her in bemusement. “I don’t think that’s poisoning.”

Tilting your head, you furrowed your brows. “Oh? And what is it?”

Barty also leaned in interest, and Evan shook his head at Dorcas. Luckily for the blond, the clock at the entrance of the Great Hall showed they had ten minutes before Potions, and sighed in relief.

“Guys! We’ll be late and Slughorn has already threatened with detention.”

Everyone, including you, turned to the clock and gasped in alarm, gathering your bags quickly.

“Wait! James hasn’t given me the antidote yet!”

“Y-you’ll have time later, c’mon.” Dorcas grabbed you by the elbow and dragged you away towards the hallway, not before you could send a final death glare to James, Sirius shivering at his side.

James hadn’t approached you during lunch. He also didn’t give you the antidote when he saw you in the library after classes, nor at dinner either. You were on the verge of pulling your hair off in frustration. Not only your brother was contributing to such cruelty, but your best friend was still avoiding you and your heart was cruelly fluttering and screeching at the thought of Sirius Black. 

It was late at night, and the flames drew shadowy figures on the walls of the Slytherin common room, the green of the decoration melting into something warmer in the dim light. If anyone asked you what you were still doing up at midnight, you would have said you couldn’t sleep, which wasn’t exactly a lie. But, actually, you were waiting for Regulus to return from his Prefect duties. 

It seemed dramatic, to miss someone so much in just a day, it is. But he was your best friend. Had been your best friend since the two of you were put in Slytherin. So when the entrance opened at well past midnight and you saw Regulus step in with tired steps, you didn’t waste time standing up and approaching him with nervousness. 

He had seen you, you knew because his shoulders had all of a sudden tensed up. Though his eyes had yet to settle on your almost shaking form. 

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out in a panic when Regulus made an attempt to jump up the stairs to the boys’ dorms. He turned around slowly, raising a single brow in question, his cold grey eyes so piercing you flinched. 

“For what?” he slurred, sounding bored.

“For… um… Look, I didn’t meant to- You have to believe me, it wasn’t my intention at all to-”

“Get down to the brass tacks, Potter, I want to sleep,” he sighed, leaning his right shoulder on the wall.

“Of course! Um…” It took you a few seconds to gather yourself. What were you thinking? In the two hours you had spent alone you didn’t think of anything worthy of saying. Regulus rolled his eyes, pulling away from the wall to continue climbing the stairs. “Wait! Wait, what I want to say is that I’m sorry for embarrassing you in front of your brother. I didn’t think before speaking and… Merlin, why is this so hard,” you mumbled lamely, and Regulus snorted.

“Because you’re not used to apologizing.”

“Right,” you deadpanned. 

“Is that all?”

In panic of him leaving already without an answer, you shook your head. “No! No, uh-” Great. You had nothing to say.” Well, I’m also sorry for, um, teasing you with Miss Pinky- I mean, Umbridge! Yeah, her. And if you really like her, I support you? I guess. Although Reg, she tortures kids!”

“You’ve grown into quite a gobby,” grumbled the boy with a roll of his eyes.

“Sorry.” You were saying that word too much for your liking. “It’s just that I don’t get it. But if you like her, go for it. Horses for courses and all that jazz.”

Regulus shook his head and chuckled, his black hair -shorter than Sirius’- fell over his eyes. And when he looked up again, the coldness from them had melted. “I don’t like Umbridge. She just has a cat that usually sneaks in my dorm and I’ve been trying to guess if she uses him for spying or if she just starves him to death.”

“What?” To say you were flabbergasted was an understatement.

“Haven’t you noticed?” Regulus went down the few steps he had climbed and placed himself in front of you. “There’s always a cat with her. Sometimes the one that comes into my room, sometimes others.”

“An catmy of spies?” you joked, and he flickered your forehead. “Hey!”

“Leave the puns for those who know how to do them. But yes, I think she has more than one cat, and that she has a spy network or something like that.”

“I wasn’t expecting that. At all.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. You really thought I had a crush on her? She hums during classes,” he grimaced.

“You can excuse torturing first years, but you draw the line at humming.”

“Fuck off.”

You both laughed, until a yaw interrupted your moment of reunion.

“We should head to bed,” Regulus suggested, walking alongside you towards the stairs. “By the way, did your brother give you that antidote you were babbling about during breakfast?”

You groaned. “No. I think your brother and mine are attempting to murder me to get their hands on my part of the inheritance.”

“Don’t see it too hare-brained, brother dearest needs it at the moment,” he cackled.

You also wanted to, but the reminder of Sirius’ tear stained face when he appeared that summer night at your doorstep with just a small luggage and trembling limbs was enough to prevent it. Sirius was terrible, and your clenching heart and aching lungs were proof of it, yet you had to admit that what his family had done to him, even if you didn’t know the full story, was demolishing. 

At least you had Regulus back, now your main goal was to survive another day and get the antidote to whatever Sirius Black was provoking in your body. 

You didn’t see the Marauders the next day at breakfast, although Sirius and James were sightened on their Quidditch practice, just before Slytherin claimed the pitch. 

Sirius avoided your eyes like the plague, and James whistled as if that would lure you away from them. Yet, much to your distaste, you stomp towards them. Regulus made his way to the changing rooms, not really in the mood to confront his brother.

“You have something for me.”

“Good afternoon, dear sister! How are you? I’m doing great, thanks for asking.”

“Cut it off, James,” you bit, and your brother raised his hands in mock surrender. “Where the hell is it?”

“Is what?”

“The antidote!” Your volume was increasing with each nonsensical sentence coming out of James’ mouth, even Sirius was looking straight at you now, which caused your cheeks to warm against your will.

“I- Look,” sighed James, tossing his hair absentmindedly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. The other day was the same. What antidote?”

“You know damn well,” you snarled, and your angered eyes turned to a raised-brow Sirius. “And you, too! Don’t play the innocent, you are the most at fault on this!”

“The hell you on about? I didn’t do shit!” Sirius defended, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowing. You tried to stop your beating heart from drumming at the sight of the clenching muscles of his arms.

“You tell yourself that at night to be able to sleep?” you cooed fakely. “I know you don’t like me, but trying to kill me it’s too much. Even for nimrods like you!”

“Kill you- What!?” James exclaimed, eyes as wide as plates.

“I don’t know which of your bloody concoctions you used, but reverse it this instant or I’m telling mom!”

“Telling mom what?” Sirius counterattacked, never one to be level headed. “You’re bonkers.”

Clenching your fists at your sides, you considered what you really wanted to do and its consequences, debating over your common sense and your desire of punching Sirius in the face. You had all the rights, not only for the poison, not only for being insufferable, but also for pointing out something as painful as not having boys like you that afternoon at the library. But you didn’t. If he wanted to be a pain in the ass and act like a bully for the rest of his life, that was on him. You wouldn't act on his level. 

“If you don’t reverse this, I warn you to sleep with both eyes open at night, because there is no wall, creature, Professor or prank that will keep you safe from me.”

In any other situation, both Marauders would have howled at you for your delusions, but the seriousness in your voice and gaze, the neutral expression of your face and your straight stand was enough to run a chill down their spines. 

“C’mon, you taking the piss,” James awkwardly chuckled, eyes not as haughty as they usually looked.

“Think what you might. But consider your options before it’s too late.”

“Potter-” Sirius tried to call on you again, and when you ignored him to enter the changing rooms, he pulled at his hair. “What was that about?”

“Maybe someone did prank her?” James wondered out loud, actually worried about you and -deep down- your not-so-covered threat. “And she blames us for it.”

“But I don’t see anything out of the ordinary. Her hair is still her colour, same with skin, body shape… Her moles weren’t out of place, either.”

“Moles? Do you notice those things or what?” James furrowed his brows, confused.

“Ah, I guess.” Sirius shrugged his shoulders, chewing on his lower lip while starting to walk away from the Quidditch pitch. “But I promise I didn’t prank her.”

James just followed his friend without muttering another word, which unnerved Sirius. Prongs was never quiet. 

“No luck?” Regulus asked when he saw you already changed into your Quidditch clothes, broom in hand.

You shook your head in exasperation. “No.”

He snorted. “What now?”

A sly smirk made its way up to your mouth, and Regulus' eyes twinkled in understanding. “Now we play.”

If they wanted to play with you, they would suffer the consequences of going against a whole chessboard.

Tag list: @moonlightremblack @mysteriouslyperfecttiger @siriusement

[cluster-b-culture-is]

Questioning AsPD culture is fitting the DSM criteria but not relating to everybody else with it?? I guess I also don't check the box for no remorse or guilt (I still fit the criteria for that section tho) so maybe that's why?? I'm so confused??? Starting to wonder if I'm over exaggerating on accident or something.

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[paranormeow7]

steaming hot take but there are just some things self diagnosed people just can’t talk over professionally diagnosed people about

[llatimeria]

just doing some thinking about the adderall shortage

[ajxrn-archive]

I’m going to. rip my fucking hair out.

[ephemeral-winter]

time for my nightly meltdown i guess

[waitwithwaluigi]

I think the funniest(/s) part of of how medicalised things are becoming is that being a good values or compassion is being written off as being part of your Childhood TraumaTM.

Like yeah, Bethany, me helping out someone is ONLY because of I wasn't treated well as a kid. I have major hero complex and I am trying to save myself as a kid. Fuck empathy am I right???

[theanonymousninja247]

My reaction to this comic. I literally waited ALL day to come home from work to take this picture because this was just too real and raw for me not to be real myself to show how much it shook me

so face reveal sorta?

I can’t tell you how much closure I’ve received watching this 😪🙏🏼🫶🏼🧡

✨Note to self: Isolation is not the answer✨

This ended up way longer than I originally anticipated but I have no regrets, I also got carried away in one too many shots and regret none of it

Enjoy!

part1 | part2 | part3 | part 4 context: 1 / 2/ 3 / 4

After calming down the two of them just sit down and talk about it, Oneion explains everything more calmly, all the messures his brothers have taken to prevent him going into Survival Mode along with the ways they've find out to snap him out or fully stop him

(From then on Sprout has a high voltage taser intalled on his prostethic, just in case)

This is pretty much it on my part for the whole OneOne-Toast fight aftermath situation! Ell did a thing with One and Poptart too!

I also have some more Sprout and Oneion doodles, they are not connected to this event but I might post them over the weekend

[lunamothghost]

people (me) will have the wildest coping mechanism (rewatching high school musical 2 and drawing 284718 pictures of goodtimeswithscar secret life)

[californiaquail]

i really can't stop thinking my cat is going to die and it's going to be my fault

[hiisheart]

( ok so i'm home today. but at what cost? )

[swaggy-phrogge-boi]

Ended up in the ER today lol

[jeongin-lvr]

🎼 ─┈┈ hubby heeseung ̩̩͙˚ ᩙ ⠀

husband! heeseung with the fattest crush on you literally ever. he worships the ground you walk on; he practically kneels before you, awaiting every need and command you bring to him. he’s so serious when he says he’d take every star out of the sky and give it to you as a gift if you asked. which also includes in bed when he has your face buried into the messed up, unkept bedsheets, whispering i love you’s as he kisses your g-spot with his fat cock. or when he has you in the shower, bent between your legs on his knees as water rushes down his back because you looked too pretty with soapy hair and skin. he mumbles against your clit as he does so, gurled by water but his point still comes across, “the prettiest girl... and you’re all mine, thank you...“

husband! heeseung who recites his vows as he fucks you in a mating press. its crazy but he does it every single time he has you all curled up, knees beside your head, too fucked out as buckets of his cum leaks out of you and stains the sheets. he’s telling you every promise he made on your wedding day and more. he’s reminding you it really is till death do you part. he doesn’t realize he’s doing it; it’s probably just because he gets so worked up, so full of love. every thrust into your flutterung hole is heaven, and all he can think about is how badly he loves you and how badly he wants to get you pregnant.

husband! heeseung who finds you the absolute sexiest when you’re wearing your glasses and his big t-shirt, bare legs, messy hair, rosy cheeks. it’s perfection, he can’t get enough. if he sees you like that fully expect to be completely ruined within the next hour. he fucks you with the glasses on, an dyou’re confused because he doesn’t get crazy like this when you actually dress up or put effort into your appearence, and all he has to say is, “this is the you that turns me on.“ he’ll pin your hands above your head and press your knees into your chest as he stuffs himself inside of you, loving the way the fabric of his shirt bunches at your hips. you weren’t even wearing any panties anyway, what did you expect <3

husband! heeseung who kisses your wedding bands whenever you two are having intimate, lazy sex. lifting your wrist and hand to his lips and pecking your knuckles, kissing on your shaky hands until his lips trace the cold metal, humming with a smile at the way your gaze flickers to his. its the cutest thing, immediately making you smile when you see the sparkles filling his gaze. its so obvious he loves you so much. he even promises to buy you more rings because, “you deserve it,“ and he never fails to fulfill his promise. the next day he somehow comes home from work with a new band, something new for your growing collection.

husband! heeseung who is the first to bring up kids and is very serious about wanting at least two. he’ll casually bring it up into conversations and its adorable... until he’s lifting you onto the counter and lifting your skirt because you’re ovulating and it’s, word for word, “the perfect time to get you pregnant.“ he says it sneakily, with a wink and a cunning grin. you can’t say no, especially since the idea of him being the father of your children was almost perfect. you’re both young but it doesn’t hurt to try does it? so he’s waking you up to his cock filling you up in the morning, or when you’re just watching a movie he ends up sitting you on his dick and filling you up. you have no complaints. just shaky legs and a nice, warm creampie.

husband! heeseung who finally gets you pregnant and is somehow even more obsessed with you. he’s doting on you hand and foot. every craving you get he’s finding every ingredient. every symptom you experience he’s researching diligently, telling you cures or remedies, scheduling doctors apointments to get an experts opinion. and on days when all you wanna do is be near him, feel him, feel sexy with him, he’s so perfect at being exactly what you need. he worships your body; praising you on how pretty you look full of his baby, how you’re glowing, kissing your ankles or your tits or anywhere you might feel a little unsure of.

[starlit-mansion]

I've been rotating me and my partner's owlbear fantasy oc universe like a rotisserie chicken, and the funniest thing about it is that the universe is exclusively npcs for a campaign that doesnt exist. They all have major ties to the various unresolved plothooks of the world: organized crime (the level 1-5 issue), an evil wizard with a saw trap dungeon (level 5-10), a major celestial war that's spanned decades (endgame), but none of them really do anything about it. They just have like. Jobs. It effects them about as much as the major problems of the real world, which is directly, but not in a way that demands action. Someone should really do something about that torture dungeon, but the guy who got cursed by the wizard before he rose to full power and the lady who bested the whole dungeon and got a prize from the wizard and the guy who started to go through it and dipped to the feywild and got into a bunch of scrapes before clawing his way back to the material plane don't want to go back to it. However, they would tell their story about it to anyone with a sufficiently decent persuasion check. Turns out the middle aged gay caterer with weird eyes isn't just another local teifling, but an aasimar who broke his paladin oath rather than getting dragged into the celestial war that killed his mother, but like. You've gotta do a little digging to figure that one out

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny reincarnates as Tim's twin. The only problem is that his ghost powers act up in the womb from either the gross ecto in Gotham or an artifact that Janet handled while pregnant. Because of this only Tim is 'born', the Drake's either assume one was miscarried or never knew they were twins.

Tim meanwhile grows up with a brother his parents ignore more than him. It takes Danny an embarrassingly long time to realize what's going on and fix it but by then the twins are around 4 so can't really explain to the rest of Gotham.

When they become Robin, either Nightwing and Batman are almost convinced he's like Harvey with how many times they've found him talking and discussing plans with himself. Or with how bad their collective mental health was at that time think they're going crazy.

Only Alfred knows what's going on because he's Alfred.

Tim Drake is a strange child. Ever since he was little, he would point to empty air and interact with it as if someone was standing there and responding.

At first, his parents thought it was cute that he had an imaginary friend, and Mrs. Drake even shed a few tears when Tim proclaimed that it was the brother he had at birth. The second son of the Drakes had been growing healthy in her stomach until the very end of the first trimester when he simply vanished.

Not died, not stop growing- vanished as if he was never there.

The doctors and the Drakes had no idea what happened. Test after tests were done, but in the end, they could only conclude that the second baby was gone. It was theorized that Tim may have devoured his brother in the womb, though there had been no symptoms that Janet suffered from.

When Tim was born, Janet had nearly died with a false labor that happened only ten minutes after giving birth. The nurses and doctors had been panicking because they could not understand where the contractions originated. False labor was contractions during pregnancy, not after labor, so there was nothing the body could confuse for the urge to push.

They ruled it as a freak false labor since the only other match was Janet entering second labor. Still, as much as the nurses and doctors were ready for a monochorionic monoamniotic twin, nothing came out. Eventually, Janet passed out, and her body finally finished doing whatever it was doing.

It was no surprise that this experience ended up giving Janet postpartum depression. She tried to connect to Tim, but something in her just never clicked, and Jack was beside himself, trying to care for his child while his wife drifted further and further away.

A therapist suggested Janet return to work, which seemed to do wonders for her. She took part in multiple digs and went on many trips, but eventually, Jack felt like she was never home. Worried his wife wouldn't return to him, Jack jumped on a plane while leaving Tim in the capable hands of the housekeeper.

He said it would be a short trip just to get Janet to come back and get treatment.

Jack ended up helping at the dig site, extending his stay to his once again bright and loving wife. Seeing her back to her usual self led to him booking them another trip.

Then another, and another, and antoher. Before long, the Drakes rarely spent time in Gotham, and Tim grew bigger in their absence. Janet loved Tim, but seeing him only brought back guilt that she could not love him like other mothers could so quickly. She was so excited for their baby and had loved him with her whole heart while he was inside of her, but now, seeing those big blue eyes blink up at her, all Janet wanted to do was run.

She drowned in guilt, and sometimes, it felt that she was only breathing because Jack was there for her. He dragged her back to the surface only long enough to take a breath and be dragged under again.

She missed his first steps, his first words, and his first laugh. That's why hearing him call out to Danny was so jarring. She had stopped outside his room, carrying gifts in the form of toys, hoping they would make up for the fact that she had only seen him a handful of times for a solid year.

He was playing with blogs, babbling to "Danny." She had picked out the name of her other son when she found out she was having twins. The only person Tim could have heard that name from was the housekeeper.

Janet fired her after wiping her tears. She would hire a replacement that wouldn't mock her two-year-old son. She let Tim keep his imaginary friend, figuring he would outgrow it.

Tim didn't.

Over the years, Tim became increasingly convinced Danny was with him. He even started turning in classwork under the name Danny, and when a teacher would call him, he would respond with "I don't know. Tim is better at this than me."

Sometimes, when he acted out, Tim would be the one responsible. Tim was the one who got bored quickly in class, needed to be challenged more, and preferred to follow whatever hair-brain idea he had. Photography, skateboarding, and actual crime shows were what made Tim happy.

Then, he became Danny when he showed effort in school but struggled to keep his solid, slightly above-average results. This side of her son preferred astronomy and baking and seemed confused by their wealth. Almost as if he was new money instead of the old wealth the Drakes had. Janet also heard that Danny seemed to stick his nose in whenever a bully targeted a classmate, confronting them with a bravo she could not associate with Tim.

Tim was more like her. They dealt with their opponents through clever planning instead of confirmation, which Jack preferred. He talked to himself a lot, too. The Drakes weren't even in Gotham, but their family's whispers echoed through the gala halls anyway. As young Tim walked by, there were rumors and speculations.

The elites would gossip as Tim continued arguing that the decor was worth the money and that they couldn't steal it, no matter how much food it could buy people in their charities.

He whispers, yelling at the air as Janet watches from across the hall, her stomach turning with love and repulse.

Years after his birth, she could not bring herself to stand before him for too long. Jack followed because he worried she do something to herself if he didn't.

She could not deny it now that Tim was nine. Janet realized, after a while of reading reports involving her son, that he likely suffered from a split personality disorder. Seeing it in person was entirely different.

They'll likely have to have him instituted, and the thought almost has her throwing up. She wonders if she would have caught on faster had she been a better mother and been around.

She steels herself, crossing the room to speak to her son. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees that Jack has noticed and quickly tries to make an excuse to stop her. Fortunately, depending on who you asked, the men looking for an investor don't let their husbands go that easily, so she is clear.

"No, I won't ask him for an autograph!" Tim hisses, looking at the wall to his right as if someone were leaning against it with him. Janet's resolves wabble a little at Tim's pout. There is a short pause before Tim goes red. "I can't do that! Mr.Wayne is really protective of Richard."

Dread pools into her stomach as Tim's features shift, and a grin with a mad twist settles on his lips. "I already have all the pictures I want about him. My favorite is the one I took last night."

This can't wait. Janet loves her son; she does not care what anyone says that she doesn't, but she can't allow him to harm others. Stalking will eventually lead to harm; she knows it. Those are the early signs.

She opens her mouth, only for Tim to turn to her with a coldness she hadn't noticed he always regarded her with.

She had never seen joy on his face, so she had never had a chance to compare how he looked at her and Jack to how he looked at others. How he looked at Danny.

Janet feels everything in her freeze, and a tremble grows in her arms and hands. Trying to hide it, she drowns the glass of wine in her hand in one gulp but instantly regrets it.

The world become slightly hazy that alcoholic cause, and maybe it's been a long time since she last drank. She could have sworn she was seeing double for a moment, and an exact copy of her child was leaning on the wall behind Tim.

But that wouldn't make sense. Tim's eyes weren't green.

"Son." Jack's warm presence is behind her, placing a comforting hand on her back, and she can't bring herself to speak as her husband commands. He likely feels her trembles. "It's time to leave."

The second image of Tim flickers out of sight, and Janet walks out of the Wayne Gala, wondering if her son inherited his madness from her. Neither adult notices the soft thump of the backseat, nor do they pay much attention to Tim carefully buckling the air or how the blanket he keeps back there spreads itself across Tim's lap.

Janet falls into old habits, and instead of being up to what she realized that night, she convinces Jack to go to Guatemala. They are gone first thing the following day.

Tim watches them leave from the top of the grand stairway, his eyes glowing green in heavy judgment and ice that Janet would have felt in the coldest winter. Jack is chatting nonsense to fill the silence and keep Janet grounded, but when she peeks over her shoulder to the Manor, she spots Tim in the window of his room, watching them leave with a frown.

His green eyes are gone, and she feels a chill race down her spine. There is no way he could have run up the stairs, gone down four different hallways, and gotten to the window before they could get to the waiting car.

"Goodbye, Tim. Keep the house safe!" Jack says as he opens the car door for Janet, but he's talking in the doorway. Because that's where the grand stairway is. She hears her son respond but can't tell what he is saying.

She can only gaze upwards to where Tim waves at her while clutching the curtain. His mouth doesn't move. He isn't the one speaking to Jack.

Janet sits in the leather of the car, Jack beside her, holding her hand tenderly, and she rethinks about having Tim instituted. She should hire an exorcist instead.

When they get back, of course. The car pulls away from the driveway, and Janet does her best not to look back even as the door slams shut, as if the sound was meant to tell her never to return. She closes her eyes, holds her breath, and only lets it go when they are far away from Drake Manor and her son.

Maybe one day she can be a good mother.