#Child Of Mine

[jt1674]

[maribatz-2k]

Child Of Mine

09/20/2023

Chapter 17

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Two years later, Mari and Alix had moved to New Jersey to rebuild their lives. Alix applied for the art teacher position at the local schools and Marinette had opened a small store. The girls had found a dreary location of Gotham and sold their condo in London to a starting out family.

You’re probably wondering what would make the girls move to this location. Well my dear Watson, a dart to the globe did. Their home lays between the shady side and the abandoned side of the great city. If you’re wondering, the shady side is the rich smugs who flaunt money and don’t care for their city. What? Did you think we were talking about the side that has all the criminals who just want to tear up their city and take over like kings? Ha! That’s the abandoned side.

See Mari and Alix did research on Gotham after their dart landed on this city. They learned about the “Amazing” Batman and his fledglings, the villains of misfits, and the rich and poor communities. Since the loss and found of their sons, Mari and Alix decided they wanted to be helpful towards the wandering children of Gotham. Alix teaches the kids in the art studio she and Mari bought when Alix is not working at the school. Marinette makes sure they are fed and clothed, with maybe some medical assistances.

Marinette was working with a client when Alix walked in with a paper bag, two to-go cups of coffee, and a slim briefcase. Mari had to hold back her chuckle watching her wife stumble over the furniture to reach the desk to unload her supply. Her wife’s once proper bun was scattered and frizzed as if she had been pulling at it all day.

“I think its time to cut your hair short again. You look like Ms. Frizzle.” Mari comments winning a chuckle the tall male.

“If those rich brats tell me free form is not art one more time and we will continue to have problems.” Alix responds, placing the bags and drinks down on the entertainment table, fixes her hair, and walkover circling the client. “Oh wow, when is the big day?”

 “The gala is in two weeks, and I plan to propose to my girlfriend.” The client was a tall, strapping young man, crisp straight black hair that didn’t pass his ears unless untamed. He stood there trying to not be pricked by the seamstress as he shifted to look at the red head that entered the building.

“I’m thankful I had a suit already prepared so I didn’t have to do it all from scratch. And in short amount of time.” Marinette looked up with a smile as she gave a small giggle.

“Why ordering a suit so close to the timeline?” Alix asks as she sits down on the sofa with her coffee and watches. The young man looks down as he answers.

“My brothers thought they would be funny and use my best suit for a joke. I’m still amazed they were able to do it. But it cost me my only good suit.” The man looked grim at the memory again. He was getting a whole new suit thanks to his brothers pranks. They had taken his suit and put it on the cow and painted superman’s insignia on her chest. His youngest brother was really pissed that they did that to his cow and ended up shredding the suit up to get it off. Alix fell back laughing at response then covered her mouth.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Reminds me of me and my friends growing up pulling some dumb stuff like that. Mari shook her head then stood up.

“You guys were horrible with your pranks. Alright Dick, please tell me if you feel uncomfortable anywhere?” She addresses the man then steps back to watch him examine his new suit. He moved around freely then twisted, feeling no rubbing or tightness anywhere.

“This feels good. Thank you.” He gives her the most shiniest smile that could surpass Adrien’s.

“No problem. Go ahead and change out of them and ill have ready the day of the gala so you don’t have to worry about further damages. If you want, we can even bring it to your door.” Marinette offered. He gave another smile then went to the dressing area. Alix smiled as her wife turned to her and gave her own distressed smile. She offered Mari her cup of coffee and pastry from the bag. Gratefully she accepted then sat down with Alix and nibbled.

“What would I do without you.” She retorted.

“Absolutely die. Not even Chloe could revive you.”

“No, but she would try. Dr. Bourgeois is now top 20 in general doctor in France. She would definitely try.” Alix laughs holding her stomach. It was a shock to everyone when Chloe announced that she was approved to Med School in London after école secondaire. But she continues to prove everyone wrong.

“I think I saw she was suppose to be coming out here for Christmas with Adrien. Think the blondes can handle this dark life?” Alix asked earning another shudder and giggles from Mari. Dick steps out from the dressing room, dressed back in his jeans and button up blue and black plaid shirt, the full suit draped on his arms.

“You sure you can bring to my apartment the day of the gala? I hate to be a bother.” His concern showing in his tone despite his smile.

“Yes monsieur, it will be fine. Besides you’re paying full price for a premade suit. I hate to see the money go to waste.” Marinette says with a smile of her own. Standing she walks over and takes the suit from him, then place it on a hanger and hang it up on a rolling hanging line. “Now, go home and spend time with your family. I must close up.” He gave her another smile then runs out of the door. She didn’t need to lock up yet it was only after 17:00 after all, but she had mini-clienteles coming in and she didn’t want anyone to scare them off.

Taps on the back door sprung a smile on Mari’s lips as she ran to it. Quickly she opened the door and ushered the children in. It was only a small handful this time round.

“Quickly now. I have three bathrooms available if you all need ‘em, all on second floor and one down here. Feel free to shower if you desire. You’ll find fresh clean clothes sitting on hangers in the bathroom closets. I hope they are the right sizes. I will be in the front.” Mari turned away letting the kids get their space then headed back to the lobby. She had the blinds draped half – way up, just to allow sunlight to still enter, and double check to lock the door. Finally, a set of kids walk in the lobby with her and Alix.  It was three girls and two young strapping young boys.

“Oh my goodness you all look so cute! I’m glad they fit.” Marinette squeals happily. The youngest girls smile brightly, the oldest gave a curt nod. The boys just blush and scowl. “Oh, I’m sorry. You two look very handsome in your clothes.” This earned two happy smiles. Alix chuckles watching them all. Marinette crouched down to their level and adjusted the kids clothes accordingly, allowing room to grow and be able to still move around without contrition should they have to run away from strangers.

“Did you place your clothes in the hamper so I can wash them tonight?” All five of them nodded their heads. Mari smiles and stands back up, heading over to Alix to grab a couple of back packs. “Here, there are more clothes in here for you all. You are welcome to share them with others, but they are closer to your sizes. If you need more or just want to hang out, you are always welcome here.” Alix smiles as she hands the boys their bags.

“I even snuck in a couple of Mari’s famous homemade snacks.” She gave a wink as the woman gave a mock gasp of disbelief. The children giggle, even the oldest girl gave a mischievous smile. Closing the blinds completely, the girls walked the children out the back and to their “respective” homes. The couple stuck to the shadows watching them leave their sides, then headed out of the alleys to the main road to head home. Not aware of the time, the two decided to stop somewhere to pick up food. Thankfully, there was always the Tai place that remained open until midnight.

“Think we’ll run into him tonight?” Alix whispered to Mari on the way home holding their food bags. Mari shrugs holding Alix’s arm as they walked to their condo. Well aware it was time for patrol, the girls kept their eyes to the road avoiding to look around for the night crew.

The day of the gala couldn’t have come soon enough. Marinette was dressed as in her red pant suit and blazer featuring a white blouse ruffle down the front. Her hair was tied up in a tight professional bun pinned together by pearl barrettes and bobby pins. Sporting a pair of black kitten heels while Alix sported standard black slacks and a blue blouse, hair freshly cut to her old sporty, pixie style, and tennis shoes.

“Really?”

“What? You said dress business casual. Tennis shoes is the best casual.” Alix smiles innocently. Mari just shakes her head and smiles. They grab the dressing bag and head out the door to the addressed location. Luck was on their side, out of all the taxi cabs that never cross their living area, one comes by. They hailed it down then pass the address to the young man behind the wheel. The cab stopped in front of a rich apartment complex a couple blocks away from Wayne Enterprise. Alix hopped to main door, looked through the rows of name tags then pressed the button. The intercom let out a buzzing noise, then the door unlocked to let the girls in.

After three flights of stairs, they reach the apartment door greeted by loud shouts on the other side of the door. Fighting instinct, Marinette knocks on the door then tried to wiggle to doorknob finding it unlocked. They pushed the door open coming face to face with Dick wrestling with someone in his underwear. Alix let out a wolf call making the two men freeze in their spot and look up.

“Are we interrupting something?” Marinette asks. Dick quickly pushes against the other man to stand up.

“No, no. My brother just decided he needed to be an Ass.” Dick says turning his glare at the man below him.

“In your whitey tighties?” Alix smirks, raising a brow at the man. Dick’s face burns red. He leans over and grabs the blanket off the back of his sofa and wrap it around his waist.

“I-is that my suit?” He cleared his throat as he tried to speak. Alix and Mari laugh for his change of subject before handing the dress bag to him. Dick left the room to put it on, leaving the two with his so-called brother. The brother sat up on the floor and stared at the Alix and Marinette curiously.

“So, are you two going to just stay here until he pays you or are you looking for something else?” He asks clearly insinuating something inappropriate. Before Alix could say anything, Dick returned dressed dashing in the new black and white suit, with a tinge of blue that shined based on the lighting.

“Don’t you look sexy. If Kor’i doesn’t say ‘Yes’ I will.”

“Thanks Jason, but you’re not my type.” Dick says. “Thank you ladies. I’ll let you know what happens. Will need to commission you for future functions.” Marinette smiled widely.

“Always welcome to have the clients. Enjoy your gala.” They walk out and head back to the elevator when Jason ran up to them.

“Hey wait! I wanted to apologize.” Jason stops next to them, rubbing the back of his neck. Mari examined the young man, something about him feeling familiar to her. He stood a foot and a half taller than her in heels. White tuff of hair twirled in the front, body as brawny and muscular as her papa’s if she had anyone to compare to. His eyes held a bright blue hue to it but something about his eyes, something more, intriguing was drawing her in.  

“Not a worry at all. Mari and I are use to mischief behavior all the time.” Alix gives him a wink then elbowed her wife, returning her back to earth. Before Marinette can say anything further, the elevator arrived and opened. “Our ride is here. It was a pleasure to meet you.” Alix drags the blunette into the machine and pushes the first floor. Mari just blinks and waves at the man hearing him just before the door closes.

“Another time.”

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[zonetrente-trois]

Child of Mine

[fleetwoodmacarthistory]

The Triumph of Galatea by Corrado Giaquinto // "Child Of Mine" by Fleetwood Mac

[odk-2]

Fleetwood Mac - Child of Mine (1972) Danny Kirwan from: “Bare Trees” (LP)

Rock

JukeHostUK (left click = play) (320kbps)

Personnel: Danny Kirwan: Lead Vocals / Guitar Christine McVie: Keyboards / Backing Vocals Bob Welch: Guitar / Backing Vocals John McVie: Bass Mick Fleetwood: Drums / Percussion

Produced by Fleetwood Mac

Recorded: @ De Lane Lea Music Centre in Wembley, London, England UK 1971–1972

Album Released: March, 1972

Reprise Records

[riverstardis]

child of mine:

it's grace's birthday!

hugo running away :(

sam got grace a new phone which connie isn't happy about

grace hasn't been taking her epilepsy medication and refuses to take it so connie says she has to come into work so she can keep an eye on her??? because we all know connie always does a great job of keeping an eye on grace in the ED...

david's back!

alicia's walking in behind connie, sam, and grace and cal and ethan walk up behind her and cal goes "i wonder how grace feels about her new step mum? do you think you're gonna all go on holiday together maybe? what's it called, blended family?" while ethan seems to be avoiding looking at her. cal mate leave her alone!!

of course connie immediately tells noel to watch grace. when she says she's going to watch her she never actually means she's going to do it herself does she. she also says she can have her new phone once she's done her physio exercises?? girl it's her birthday give her a break!

oop sam just shared my sentiment. "she needs rest days, she needs time for her muscles to recover" "right so suddenly now you're an expert in physio?" "she's doing too much" "how would you know, you're not with her everyday?" "neither are you." OUCH SSJDJDFF i do not like him but unfortunately he seems to be the voice of reason when it comes to grace

elle and dylan see sam with grace and elle's like "you'd think he'd have more things to worry about than just hounding us" RIGHT??

oop elle says "connie still thinks she's safe" and dylan goes "what on her salary? i'd say she's the biggest prey" that's a good point actually. and if connie lost her job she'd have a lot more time to spend with grace. but i doubt sam wants that cause then it would be even harder for him to get a look in

so if david wasn't really ready to come back to work after years off, how is he ready to be back after a few weeks?

charlotte's been discharged

oh molly drover! she's asking for zoe😬

louise booked a table for her and jez at some fancy restaurant but he can't afford it

connie gives grace a cupcake as a peace offering, apologises and lets her have her new phone... could've been fine if she hadn't hidden her meds in the icing to trick her into taking them

david saying he knows what it's like to want everything to just stop and how much harder it is to get up and try again :((

aand grace has discovered the pill :/

grace goes "you tried to drug me" and connie's trying to defend herself but then realises that she spoke and realises that sam isn't surprised and grace is like "i've always been able to talk. i just didn't want to talk to you because i hate you." and connie goes "well you know what sweetheart, the feeling is mutual." umm wtf :/// and then grace has a seizure

david tries to apologise to robyn but max gets protective of her. poor david :(

connie tells sam he should take grace for a while

connie telling hugo's dad "he's clearly very upset. he just needs a little bit of love, and a little bit of support." you might want to try taking your own advice connie. and by that i mean with grace not hugo! do NOT take on someone else's child because you're finding your own a bit too difficult!!

charlotte is managing to make a lot of noise without moving at all. not even her mouth lol quite a realistic looking doll i'll give em that

ah mo effanga?

lmaoo jez doesn't want to tell louise he can't afford the restaurant so he tells her he's getting an early night and she goes to alicia upset and alicia's like "come on, let's drink gin and talk about how rubbish men are" and then immediately turns to ethan who just happens to be passing and invites him to the pub with them man she is DOWN BAD���😭😭😭 it's odd that louise seems to have no reaction to this whatsoever though?? surely she would be wondering what the hell alicia's doing inviting a man to their complaining about men session? maybe alicia just knew that ethan was gonna decline so she did it to get herself in the mood for the complaining about men shjsjddjk

connie agreeing to take hugo for a few days??? wow it's a good job you got grace out the way so you can spend all your time with someone else's child isn't it

aww robyn letting david hold charlotte🥺 and jacob not accepting his resignation :)

one episode to go...

[gastricotv]

Laura Marling | Child of Mine

[noiselessmusic]

Laura Marling- "Child of Mine" (vídeo)

O terceiro single do novo álbum de Laura Marling, Patterns in Repeat, foi revelado junto com um clipe. A canção “Child of Mine” leva participação do músico Buck Meek, da banda Big Thief, e tem letras que refletem as noites em claro e o tempo precioso de um bebê, ao assisti-lo crescer. Mais uma vez, cheia de detalhes, Laura compartilha imagens preciosas dela e sua família com o bebê, seja…

[waveoftheocean]

wahoo finished this in time for superbat week day 5: tired dads!!

[rastronomicals]

11:28 PM EDT August 23, 2024:

Nektar - "Child Of Mine" From the album Evolution (October 4, 2004)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

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[thatrandomblogsays]

Annabeth: I, a child, had to earn Thalia’s love, that’s how the world works! I have to earn my moms love. Love is transactional, you gotta be worthy of it first silly :)

Percy, listening to this on the train

[just-french-me-up]

this is a PSA for fic writers who haven't updated in a while :

there are fics out there I'm subscribed to that have gone double digit months without updating.

rest assured the moment those babies catapult an AO3 email my way i'm dropping from the face of the earth to sink my teeth into them

i'll wait, and so will your readers

[maribatz-2k]

Child of Mine

09/06/2023

Chapter 16

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August 8th, Talia sent Damian out on secret mission. It was to infiltrate and remove the traitor of the league. He was only given a photo, but no name or information on his target. He set out by plane to Paris, France, spending the twenty – four hours in the air to form his plans to take her out. He studied the photo seeing what he should know about this person. Damian couldn’t remember much since he was revived a couple years back, but something about this traitor was setting his insides in uncomfortable feelings. His mother had said this person had left the league after he was born, escaping death by his grandfather. He wondered why his mother did not go after this woman herself, but he didn’t question her. His mother’s wrath was not one to be taken lightly. He allowed himself to rest the last five hours of flight, deciding he will occupy an empty location and monitor from there. This job should not take no more than a week at most, if he is lucky, it will only take him twenty – four hours upon arrival.  

Damian arrived at the airport and swiftly avoiding security as he huddled behind a couple who were too preoccupied with themselves to notice. Once alone, he walked along the sidewalk taking in the sites and view of Paris. The Eiffel Tower can be seen from everywhere it seems. He wandered the big city checking his surrounding, taking in the best places for action, and looking for the traitor. She could be anywhere in this city, so his search may take longer than he expected. Without the name, he couldn’t look her up on the French database like he wanted. But obviously his mother was using this for training purposes. He knew his grandfather was going to make him the new head of the League, and this was just one of many steps to get to that point.

A familiar smell caught his attention and caused his trained stomach to rumble.

“الصمت الآن ، أنت لست جائعا” (Hush now, you are not hungry) He mumbled to himself. Despite chastising himself, he followed the smell to a bakery that sat across the park. It must be a very popular location if the line out front wasn’t an indication. He watched as people entered and left with smiles and bags of food. Some even sat at small, tall tables conversing and eating said treats. The familiar smell once again attracted his attention and he spotted a treat much like the ones he was given from his mom once a year, the semolina cake. Why is this treat made here? He thought to himself. He wanted to get one to see if it was the real thing, only Damian froze in his place. There, passing out pastries to the line of waiting customers, stood his target.

She was taller than he imagined. Standing 5’2”, slim fit figure, long raven hair braided across her left shoulder, and dressed in casual designer fitted blue jeans. He watched her from his spot by the light post and watched her profile change based on her movement as she address each customer. He spotted her sapphire blue eyes shine with happiness when she interacted with children around his age, then dull with sorrow when she turned away from them. It made him concerned about this woman, but he quickly pushed that away, bringing his serious detached emotion back in the front. He turns from his location and goes back to finding an empty place to occupy until night fall.

Thirty minutes before sunset, Damian found the woman walking with a red headed woman and two others towards a cemetery, blocks from the Boulangerie Patisserie. He followed them by roof top until he couldn’t any longer, so he stayed to the shadows watching. The four of them laid out a blanket in front of a little gravestone, the semolina cake placed in the center, a candle, and five cups. One cup sat in front of a framed photo of a child filled with a sugary drink of sort. The burly man leaned over and light the candle as everyone sang a sorrow version of “Happy Birthday” in French. The traitor leaned over and blew the candle out tears sliding down her face. The smaller raven-haired woman place the cake up on the grave stone with the cup of juice. They all conversed until the sky was almost covered in stars.

Damian waited as the older couple pack up everything, embrace the traitor and the other woman, and depart back to the bakery. The women talked in hushed tones as they held each other staring down at the tombstone. The traitor leaned up and kissed the redhead then watched her leave heading back in the direction the couple disappeared at. It was now just the two of them.

“يمكنك الخروج ، أنا معجب أنها لم تأت لي عاجلا.” (You can come out, I’m impressed she didn’t come get me sooner.) The woman states. Her voice was melodic but stern, compelling Damian to step out of the shadows.

“Tu es assez petit pour un assassin.” (You're small for an assassin)Her speech changes to French as she looks him over as if trying to identify him. His face was partially covered from the nose down, his hood covered his hair, as his body was covered in black and deep red, his waist, arms, and legs holding all his small weapons. His katana strapped to his back. When he didn’t make a sound she changed her dialect to English.

“You feel familiar. But I would’ve remembered any small assassins the League trained when I was imprisoned there.” Her posture relaxes as she watched his movement. Damian was confused by her statement. Imprisoned? He thought to himself.

“I was informed you were a traitor and escaped death for treason.” His French was still rough, but his meaning was clear.

“Treason. Traitor.” The woman burst into laughter. Damian assumed this woman was insane. “The only treason I could have done was steal my son back from Talia and her derange father. But she was the one who betrayed me.” She stepped back away from the tombstone, giving Damain as clear look at the photo. The photo shows a younger version of himself with emerald green eyes, smiling like he had never seen death in his life. There was no way she had a photo of him, it had to be altered. This traitor must have known he was coming and created the illusion to distract him from his attempted death. The idea angered him. Damian turned his attention back to the traitor, griping his blades from his waist, and charged her. She dodged his attacks with ease, shifting from left to right, jumping over his small frame with calculated precision. The woman landed behind him positioning herself on the defense. Damian swings himself around and throws three knives at her, knicking her against her cheek, neck, and arm.

She let out a hiss of pain, shifting her stance but keeping her eyes on him. He jumped into the air to dive down into her abdomen with his blade, only for her dodge then send her knee square into his stomach. Damian let out a gasp of pain, losing his breath as he crumpled to the floor. Clearly the woman was holding back attacking him. She would have to protect herself if she did not wish to be killed by his hands. She would have to kill him.

“تبا.” (Fuck) He curses trying to take in breathes, he rips the mask down to assist him which made his hood fall, exposing his features more toward the woman. The same woman backed up letting out a shocked gasp.

“Alim?” Her blue eyes were wide and full of sorrow, confusion, and anger. Wait, her eyes are bright green. Like mine. Damian surveyed. Is Alim her son?

“How are you – Blast that woman and her stupidity.” The traitor speaks of his mother. He may not like his mother’s methods of care, but he will not tolerate someone disgracing her.

“Do not speak mother from your foul mouth.” Damian demands getting up off his knees glaring at the woman. He felt his anger rise further to the surface sure enough turning his recessive green eyes brighter.

“I suggest you stop challenging me.” The woman’s tone was harsh and darker than previously. “How did your mother say you were conceived child.” Damian kicked himself forward, charging for another attack with his katana instead. He aimed for her legs to knock her down a peg. He just wasn’t expecting the woman to flip herself backwards and kick his katana out of his hand and catch it. She slams the blade into the tree behind her and glared at him with full demand.

“How old are you.” She demanded again. Damian was forced to answer despite fighting his instincts to not.

“I just turned eight.” He answered through gritted teeth.

“Very young indeed. Either she kidnapped you too and trained you, or you were conceived in the tube.”

“I was neither. I was born from the blood of my mother and father.” Damian watched the woman flinch from his words. Something in her expression changed quickly from stern to pain, as if slowly recognition to something clicked.

“What is your name?” She asks. Her tone softer as she green eyes lose more of its color slowly returning to sapphire.

“Damian Al Ghul. Son of Talia, grandson and heir of Ra Al Ghul.” He states standing with pride.

“Damian.” She mouthed aloud, listening to how it sounds. “She told me once if she had the strongest son, she would name him Damian. Go home Damian. Talia was a fool to send you here for me. Give her a message for me.” She steps back as someone appears behind her with dressed in a blue and white spandex suit and bright red hair forming ears. Damian stepped back from the two as the raven-haired woman shifts her eyes to a stern look.

“Tell Talia, haben shelah khay khayim musharim lifney shehu met. el taase et otah taut paamayim." (her son got to live a happy life before he died. Do not make the same mistake twice.) This time she spoke in Hebrew then turned to the newcomer, preparing to leave with them. “Happy Birthday Damian.” Damian threw his hand out to grab the trait-woman in hopes to get more information but they disappeared through a portal. He rolled the words in his head over and over again, not understanding what the woman meant. He knew once thing for sure, his mother was not going to be pleased when he returns from this failed mission.

Alix dropped her and Mari in the center of the bakery floor and de-transformed. Marinette fell to her knees crying both in rage and sorrow. Alix had been watching the scene play out since her wife told her they had a visitor. She had walked back to the bakery and transformed after arriving, knowing she wouldn’t have been followed and headed back to the cemetery to watch the stalker. She wasn’t expecting to find out that Mari fighting a child. Let alone the biggest reveal to Mari. Her son.

“Talia had my son the whole time. My son.” Alix watched as Marinette hugged herself, fighting the tears that stream down her cheeks. Alix kneels down with her and hugs her to herself as tight as possible, stroking her arms. Once Mari calmed down to be able to think, Alix shifted to look down at her wife.

“What do you want to do?” Mari looked up decision clear in her eyes when she answers.

“I don’t know yet. But somehow, we’re getting our son back.”

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[ofswordsandpens]

Luke being given a quest at 17, feeling like there's no glory in it because it's a quest someone's already succeeded before, but then failing that very quest he considered to be beneath him, getting a permanent scar, "ruining it" for the rest of the campers because now no one else can go on quests and earn glory in the eyes of the gods, so he turns to Kronos, and years later here comes a possible candidate for the great prophecy, 12 years old, gets the first quest the camp has done since Luke's fucked it up, and Luke is actively ensuring this quest is an impossible quest!! he's literally rigged it so Percy's gonna fail (the shoes, the bolt appearing in his bag) and then this kid somehow succeeds still??? and not only that, Percy got the unique quest Luke wanted in the first place and achieved feats no one else had and earned glory in the eyes of his father, all because Luke created the circumstances for that to happen??

oh my god yeah I don't think I'd ever recover from that either

[bbbbbbbbatman]

Here’s how I want robin in the next battinson movie:

The very first scene is Bruce and tiny Dick Grayson sitting across from each other at the dining table, staring each other down in silence, both clearly grumpy about it. Alfred is in the background watching them with concern. The silence lasts about 20 seconds before Dick speaks.

“Let me fight crime.” (said with all the petulance of a pouty 10 year old)

Bruce replies immediately. “No.” (this is clearly an ongoing argument)

Immediately cut to the next scene where Dick, wearing the iconic Robin suit, is having the time of his life swinging across the city while Bruce frantically tries to keep up with him while yelling at him to be careful like an anxious mother

[overwhelmedandlonely]

[At a gala]

Janet Drake: Jack, honey, where’s the baby?

Jack Drake: Hm? Oh, Bruce Wayne asked to hold him. I figured he’d be safe.

[Bruce sprinting to the car]

Bruce: Alfred, start the car!

Alfred: Master Bruce, is there a problem? And why do you have the Drake child?

Bruce: Don’t worry about it, let’s just go.

Alfred: Sir, I don’t think the Drake’s would appreciate you abducting their baby.

Bruce: But-

Alfred: No “buts”, sir. Please return him, he is not an orphan.

Bruce: *under his breath* Not yet…

Alfred: SIR-