#Chiroptera fic

[bitterrobin]

The Point of the Taxonomy!Verse - specifically, a breakdown of CHIROPTERA

I didn't really want to do this, since the fic is in development and I want my writing to speak for itself - not the posts I make about it. But I figure I should give a break down on CHIROPTERA and the rest of my plans for the AU - to clear up any confusion, streamline character arcs and plots, and give myself a little guide.

Firstly, the point of the entire au. I wanted to write Bette Kane and Damian interacting, which snowballed into the monster I have now. This au has become a universe to throw together my favorite Dc characters, explore their characters without the wider fanon lens, and self-indulge in scenarios that aren't super ooc.

The point of CHIROPTERA: building and breaking families, grief, loss, and the forceful journey of the consequential changes. It is a Battle for the Cowl re-write in its entirety. It's an exploration of the family that changed you (Bette, Damian) and the losses that break (Dick, Cass, Jason).

Dick feels strongly of responsibility, obligation, he won't rest until he's the one who personally sews Gotham together. He will doggedly power on until he's either dead wearing the cowl or someone else fights him for it. They don't deserve this, he's the only one who can bear it. Cass feels a need to prove herself as the new Batman, to evolve further in skill and martial artistry, and make Gotham her own. She wants to love the city, its people, protect everyone. No one dies, period. Jason says he feels for Gotham and is the only who understands, but he truly only feels such an intense mixture of grief and rage that he lashes out at all who approach and executes as Batman - bc he's lost another father. Another good father and he can't admit that. Not again.

Bette has never had a full or truly functional family. She's been raised by a single father who was murdered, passed off to her terrible grandmother, then handed over to Kathy Kane. She spent her teenage years at St. Hadrians and hated how her identity was broken down. Bette has spent the rest of her adult life trying to reforge her life through Flamebird, which only gets harder as she moves to Gotham and becomes embroiled the larger family she's never been involved with before. Every day is a re-evaluation of the day before that, and every night is a fight against Gotham. Damian had a nice family before the League. He has a suburban home before the League. He had friends before the League. But now he can barely remember it. The League is a cult, and it has systematically destroyed his identity and mind ever since he was 7. Every day was giving his body and soul to the League, and now, he has no idea what do with himself now that he's free. It takes many other people trying to build relationships with him before he realizes his own worth as an individual.

CHIROPTERA is also; a game of tug of war between Cass, Dick and Jason with the Batman cowl, Damian being increasingly frustrated and annoying with everyone, Bette struggling with Gotham like the Cali girl she is, everyone is going through it, everyone has little patience, oh and Gotham is blowing up every other weekday.

[wynnyfryd]

I just love everything @stevieschrodinger writes. Their fics are always so compelling and lovely ❤️

!!!!!! thank you for reminding me that i’ve had their Chiroptera series in tab prison for an embarrassingly long time, i gotta go read that

send a shout out

[helpimhyperfixating]

Did you talk about the winter warmth one already? Curious on that one too 👀

I did not yet! Though it’s probably not what you were gonna expect

So, this one is an old one so please excuse any bad writing. I am planning on editing it a lot once I finally continue writing it.

So! For context: this is a Bat! Jotaro au. Why a bat? Because I was talking with a friend and they sent an adorable picture of a bat so I went “what if bat, but Jotaro :0” And then I proceeded to make an entire crytpid creature from it called a ‘Chiroptera’ that I unironically love. HA

For this particular fic he can shapeshift into a little bat like a vampire, but that’s not how the universe/cryptid usually works. Just like my Mer au, I like my realism. So please excuse that, I may just write that out still, it depends. But yes, this has been my baby for a while and though the descriptions are a little wonky, I’m working on it. Bear in mind I wrote this like a year and a half ago probably, oops.

Oh yeah, it’s also yandere, so CW, bear that in mind. Mainly just stalking though

It was deep into the night. Hanging from a tree nearby, two vibrantly coloured eyes - almost glowing in the dark - stared dead at a window.

Inside, sitting slumped over at a desk, were you.

You’d fallen asleep half an hour ago, giving the creature outside a perfect view of you.

For months, Jotaro had hung outside your window like this, toes firmly planted around the branch, black wings wrapped around his body for camouflage and comfort as he simply observed you.

You lived on the edge of town, your house right by the forest. It was what allowed Jotaro to have watched you for so long and go on undetected.

The wind howled by, rustling the fluffy fur on his back and making a shiver briefly pass through him. He wasn’t made for being out in the open in this winter weather.

Almost as if to prove a point, snowflakes started descending from the sky, adding to the already present layer of snow on the ground.

It wasn’t storming by any means, but the curtain of white was somewhat blocking the creature’s vision.

You hadn’t been laying like that for too long but the Chiroptera knew that sleeping like that was not good for you either way.

The snow, the cold, and his underlying thoughts brought Jotaro to move.

Unfurling his wings, he stretched his arms out wide, feeling the leathery material connected to it stretch as he flexed his fingers.

Similar to a bat, his arms were his wings, though Jotaro’s arms appeared more human-like in shape than the actual animal’s did. When having his wings folded up, his arms and hands functioned the same as a human’s, simply having his wings folded by his body as much as he could - a clawed, seemingly four fingered hand at the culmination of it all.

Hanging upside down from his feet - toes curled around the large branch - Jotaro had no choice but to just drop himself.

Stretching his wings out, the leathery appendages extended as his fifth finger shot out sideways, almost doubling the size of his wing span.

Without much fanfare, Jotaro released the branch, dropping himself as he quickly flapped his wings, lifting his body in the air and turning around the tree he had just been hanging from; flying the small distance through the snow to your balcony window.

Landing on the stone almost soundlessly, the Chiroptera sat ducked for a few seconds before slowly standing up, seeing you still motionless at your desk.

It was rare for the bat to see you from this close and he raked his eyes over your form, appreciating you for a bit.

When those seconds were up, he reached his claw up to the handle of your window. Trying to open it proved no problem as he turned it and pulled the mechanism towards himself, the window opening without problem.

Wanting to keep the cold out, the bat-creature immediately climbed from your window into your room, shutting the thing behind himself and banishing the snow and cold.

Instantly, Jotaro felt like melting in relief, feeling the warmth of your house wash away the cold that clung to his fur. The scent of your room clearing his airways from the sting of the cold outside air.

Letting one last shiver rack through his body, Jotaro relaxed, shaking the snow off himself before slowly starting to step his monstrous feet over your carpeted floor; the pads of his feet splayed out, his toes spreading flat and wide. It felt amazing after the more rough bark from the branch he had been hanging on, but there was no time for that now.

Stepping forward, he cautiously approached your form, staying close to the ground for a bit as he moved closer.

Once he was close enough, he stood up fully behind you. Looming over your back and looking down.

Your head was dropped down on your desk, so innocently and calmly sleeping away, as if a monster wasn’t standing directly behind you.

A high pitched chirr left his throat as he crooned at how cute you looked.

So soft, so vulnerable. Any creature could come inside here like he did. You really were too naïve of what lurked out in the forest.

Bringing his left arm up, he gently placed his hand on the back of your chair, the neon colour of it contrasting wildly with the completely black appendage.

Reaching his right up, the Chiroptera gently moved your hair aside and away from the back of your neck, careful to not scratch your delicate skin with his sharp claws. Once it was exposed to him, he leaned down and nipped at the flesh, leaving his mark on you.

You stirred a little at the slight pain his bite brought, but were too deep in sleep to really register it.

Taking note of your reaction - or rather your lack of - Jotaro stepped around your chair so that your face was facing him.

With careful moves, the bat leaned down and slinked his arms under your body, leaning you into his naked chest before lifting you up slowly, making sure to not stir you.

A small noise left your sleeping form, making the Chiroptera freeze, but your hand merely grabbed hold of the fuzz that marred his side before you settled down again.

Calmed by that, he walked you over to your bed and lowered you down, feeling his folded up wings graze past your blankets as he did.

Once he was sure you were secure, Jotaro pulled his arms away from you, careful to not trap his wing under your body.

The hand that had been in the short fur on his side fell limply next to you as you melted into your bed.

Grasping the corner of the blanket, the bat tried to put it over your body as best as possible. After tucking you in to his satisfaction, he let his hand linger, allowing it to roam the material, his four clawed fingers pushing down a bit to take in how it felt.

He had never really felt any of this with his own hands, only ever having watched it from afar.

Debating for a second, the Chiroptera looked back at your window, seeing the snow had picked up so much so that it wouldn’t surprise him if it became a storm later.

Looking down on himself, he sighed softly, the fur he had only ran across his legs, back, sides and the top of his shoulders. His entire chest, face and arms were unprotected from the cold and if he had to fly out into the snow to find a cave or hollow tree to rest in, he would surely have a bad time if not freeze to death before he could.

Sure, he could go into his bat form to combat the cold, but the winds were too strong for him to fly in at that size.

Not taking too long to decide, the man turned back to you, the ears on top of his head twitching back and forth for a second before he carefully climbed onto your bed.

Wary to not touch you, he placed one foot on the edge, reaching over your body and putting his weight on his arm as he put his other foot on the edge of the bed, his toes securely curling around the frame like it did the branch outside as he now carefully stepped over your body.

Completely getting on your bed, smushed between your body and the wall, Jotaro lowered himself down.

He had been waiting so long to be this close to you.

Bringing his knees up to his chest, he curled up into a little ball, spreading his right wing out over himself as a blanket as he placed his chin on your stomach gently, sighing a deep yet content sigh as he allowed his muscles to relax completely.

He hadn’t been this warm and comfortable since he was a pup, sleeping under his mother’s wing.

Twitching his foot a little as he settled completely, he pushed a little more into your side before closing his eyes, your blankets firmly in his left fist as he fell into a rest in the wee hours of the morning.

[greatwyrmgold]

Invidia Bat wants you to vote Chiroptera.

But Avaritia Wolf wants you to vote Caniformia.

I want you to read A Little VIce. Vote however you want. You'll disappoint one of them. Sorry.

(Art by @lenuer)

Taxonomy Tournament: Mammals

Chiroptera. This order is made up of bats, the only mammals capable of self-powered flight. It is the second-most speciose order of mammals, with over 1400 species.

Caniformia. This suborder of Carnivora contains dogs, foxes, bears, otters, badgers, raccoons, skunks, seals, and walruses.

[bobin-fanfiction-library]

Beroya by chiroptera

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Tags: I just want them to talk, post episode 15, well i guess kinda mid episode 15?, anyway spoilers for episode 15, there’s like a blink and youll miss it mention of child endangerment because grogu

Language: English

Published: 2020-12-15

Updated: 2020-12-31

Words: 10085

Chapters: 3/4 [Stand: January 20th 2021]

Summary:

“Most people call me Mando.”

“Sure, but that hardly narrows it down to just you right now, does it?”

Din can hear rather than see the grin on Fett’s face saying that. He rolled his eyes, making sure to bob his helmet so Fett would catch the movement.

“They’ll know you’re talking about me because you’re saying it.”

Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28087203

[tyrantwache]

“101 Uses for Fire” prompt

Geoffrey’s little pet bat is from the Chiroptera fic 

[frostedbasilisk]

EXCUSE ME CAN WE HAVE SOME FIC RECS???

YOU ASK AND I SHALL GIVE !!! I’ve read literally every single fic on AO3 (that I liked tag wise lol) so if you have recommendations outside of AO3 please feel free to comment <333  They be dating: - Beroya - Chiroptera : they be flirting like FOOLS in LOVE. /I'm/ in love. - When You Fall - LeggoxMyxGreggo : Angsty Din and emotional stability Boba to support him... ft. CUDDLES and physical!hurt/comfort Pre/budding ship (can be tagged as / or &)  - a single specious need - wrennette : Just,,, they're figuring out how to navigate each other and what they want and /aH/ Friendship that could be read as pre-ship - this is a low, but it won't hurt you - wolfhalls : GODS i love this one. SO MUCH!!! Boba seeing all the parallels between him and Din ;-; - To Be the Bad Man, the Sad Man, Behind Brown Eyes - Innwich : Boba gives good advice bro.. it's what Din needs to hear. - We are the choices we make - Crab_Lad : I'm melting... More good advice giving boba. It's all i need okAY  Helping paint armor (yes its an entire block its my favorite okaY) - Messiah Song - kyberite : DIN HELPING PAINT BOBA'S ARMOR AHHHH - Meaning - Kakashikrazy256 : Hehehe more painting... - Fresh Coat - scrapmetal : ANOTHER HELPING PAINT BOBA'S ARMOR !!! Yes. this /is/ my weakness and I /am/ planning a drawing of this. + SUPER long one for all yall who wanna read 100k in one sitting - "The Way Home" Collection - ice_hot_13 : this entire thing. Over 100k and /finished/ + Boba's POV is being written rn :-) 

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that makes sense! and yes Damian would HATE the hypocrisy (well he'd perceive it as such XD) He would get SO huffy and you know if he also was interacting with Dick he'd be liek "But Dick lets me fight the scary bad guys!" to cass

I know I do like thinking of the differnet complicated dynamics Batfam could have... I did include Cass knocking Damian out to keep him out of danger in one of my fics (which is sadly in WIP Hell as I rethink some things ATM So we haven't got to Damian's reaction yet).

anyway just talking about this is making me miss 2009 era batfam more than I already do.... they all have such fun potential interactions

#it’s also something I keep in mind with taxonomy#because for a good majority of chiroptera Damian is actually on his own bouncing between different homes and mentor figures

I can't wait to see them!

i think probably my most controversial dick grayson opinion is that he is just some guy. he is very talented (like many superheroes) and he has a lot of accomplishments under his belt (like many superheroes). i enjoy a lot of his stories. but there are many instances i think things work due to the situation at the time (like Dick training Damian as robin - he was really the only one who was trying at that time (besides alfred who was working with him)) rather than because dick is the only person who could've done it.

[pathogenic]

Prologue

I have been revisiting my Darkest Dungeon Fan fic with the intent of finishing it. I just revised the intro and I wanted to share it with others.

The fic will be a detailed account of my self insert’s journey to attempt to save the Hamlet and will tell the story of the heroes that helped her reach this goal. There will be a self ship, but I’ll let folks figure out with who.

Chapters are split into the different boss battles in the game. There will be no DLC bosses.

Prologue

Chapter 1: The Necromancer

Chapter 2: The Prophet

Chapter 3: The Hag

Chapter 4: The Brigand Vvulf

Chapter 5: The Brigand’s Cannon

Chapter 6: The Drowned Crew

Chapter 7: The Siren

Chapter 8: The Swine God

Chapter 9: The Formless Flesh

Chapter 10: The Ancestor

Epilogue

I write this so that the sins and crimes of my ancestors cannot be forgotten. Once my work here at the Estate has been completed, this diary will go to a press and it will be distributed across the Hamlet so all may know why they were forced to suffer in this cursed land.

My name is Haydes Raven Chiroptera. I am a descendant of the once owner of this Hamlet. He comes from my father's side and while I have never met him personally, it is apparent that both of my parents had as they pleaded for me not to go for anything he would have left behind would undoubtedly be horribly twisted and rotten. I am afraid to say they were correct.

What my ancestor left behind is a legacy of rot, corruption, and greed. His own desire to uncover the forbidden arcane arts has left this land ravaged with the beasts he either made or released. To the inhabitants who live in this Hamlet, I am sorry for the horrors you have seen will likely never leave you the same. I can only hope this land will heal once my work has been completed and that you all may finally find peace.

My ride in was my first clue as to the trouble I would be faced with. While I am glad I received an escort, a Crusader and an ex-highway man was not what I had expected. However, if it wasn't for Desmond and Reynauld, I would no doubt be dead. Something, though I'm not sure what, crashed my carriage and the two kept me safe as we walked to the Hamlet.What we encountered was equally as perplexing as it was impossible. I do not understand how a skeleton can stand, much less move to fight, but at this point, I suppose that is the least of my concern. A sword and well placed bullets took care of them just fine.

The inhabitants here are understandably strange. I can't imagine living here would leave anyone sane. Still, they welcomed me with open arms and told me of their troubles. Their businesses were in shambles and their livelihoods, no matter how small, were at stake. They asked me to help and how could I say no? This town is my responsibility now.

Shortly after that, I had the grave responsibility of putting out the call for help. I am by no means a warrior, my entire life was spent in academia studying life, so there was no way I would be of much help to Reynauld and Desmond. To my surprise, there were swift responses and before I knew it there was a brigade of warriors at my call to pick and choose from.

Some were nothing more than glory-seekers. They wanted to be able to boast that they saved the town that was engulfed in monsters. I do not pull from that group, for I fear that they will meet their doom foolishly chasing gold, fame, and glory, or they will realize that there is nothing glorious about this fight and lose all motivation. 

However, by eliminating those heroes, I was left with a group that concerned me more. Most of them are either at the end of their life and want to make the most of what they have left, or they're completely and totally suicidal. I suppose I can't afford to be too selective, after all, they do good work. However, I cannot shake the feeling that I am their executor as the missions they will partake in have very little hope. Even if they seek it, their deaths will be on my head for it is my decisions that put them in these situations, but somebody has to do it. I fear if we do not act, the corruption my ancestor has started will simply expand and reach new, innocent lives. I cannot allow this to happen. Sacrifices for the greater good must be made.

I shall end this entry on that note, I suppose. I need to prepare for our first real expedition after all. 

[bitterrobin]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M - Gen Fandoms: Batman (Comics) - DCU (Comics) Relationships: Bette Kane/Tom Bronson - Past Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne - Relationship - Bette Kane & Damian Wayne - Damian Wayne & Tom Bronson - Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne - Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain - Cassandra Cain & Damian Wayne - Cassandra Cain & Jason Todd Characters: Damian Wayne - Bette Kane - Tom Bronson - Dick Grayson - Barbara Gordon - Tim Drake - Cassandra Cain - Stephanie Brown - Jason Todd - Talia al Ghul - Maxine Hunkel - Ted Grant - Kathy Kane - Garfield Logan - Alfred Pennyworth

Summary: Bruce Wayne is dead. Batman is gone. As the siblings of one man's legacy grapple for the mantle of the bat, Gotham eats itself alive. In the midst of this chaos, Bette Kane arrives to help and Damian al Ghul looks for a father he barely knew. TLDR: Flamebird moves to Gotham, Damian looks for Bruce, and the rest of the family struggle to keep the place running. Now there are too many Batmen running around and maybe more vigilantes in Gotham than anyone knew about. (This story is a full Batte For The Cowl (2009) re-write. In this au series, Bette Kane is the one who takes Damian in when he comes to Gotham.)

It is with great horror and anticipation that I unveil CHIROPTERA to you all. This first chapter was a bitch to write, but I'm super glad I made it past my initial goal of 2k words.

Jokes aside, this is my first time publishing something so please cut me a lil slack. I hope you enjoy this as I continue to work on the au!

[bitterrobin]

spoilery, completely unserious summaries of the first couple chapters of Chiroptera.

Chapter One:

Bette is tired, Tom is annoyingly flirty. Things aren’t going well for her. No one is coordinating. Will someone just tell her why theres a billion Batman lookalikes running around? And then a child breaks into her house. Why is he coming at me with a knife? She misses California….

Chapter Two:

Damian is running. His life is not what he knew it was. He has broken into a house and immediately regretted it. Can he go back being homeless? Anything’s better than getting tennis excruciatingly explained to you.

Chapter Three:

Jason is being edgy. He knows this. (No he doesn’t. He is being theatrical). Don’t blame him for additional carnage, Bruce is dead and Gotham is horribly fucked. But there’s a method to his explicit madness, and by god he’s gonna shoot people or get mauled by a giant cat trying!

[bitterrobin]

preview of CHIROPTERA, chapter 1, in my drafts. Its almost done!!! I swear!!! Mostly posting here for feedback.

[bitterrobin]

trick or tret!

Damian looked away, chugging the cocoa like a man starved while glaring in no particular direction. Tom ignored him. They sat in thick silence for a while. The cocoa mug was set down, loudly, and Damian resumed his morbid sketches. Tom slouched further into the couch, exhausted. He was not cut out for this. It's not like the kid was his brother or something. Guess it showed how much he liked Bette to be babysitting Damian while she went out to wrestle her rich family. “Bronson.” “Hm.” “Are you confident in your skills?” Tom turned back, coming face to face with an eerily calm Damian. The sketchbook was set down in his lap. He was testing him again. The man steeled himself for another conversational minefield.  “Yes…? You haven’t actually seen me in action, have you?” “No. I assume you have some skill. Otherwise, what’re you doing here?” Tom huffed, incredulous. No point in trying to explain his disdain for combat to the kid. Too much work. It was annoying enough when Pops ribbed him for it.  He stood up and motioned for Damian to follow. God, Tom really was in over his head with all of this Gotham shit.

here's a wip of a scene between Tom and Damian for Chiroptera!

[bitterrobin]

at 3k words!!! just one more scene to finetune and the fic will go live!

[bitterrobin]

Chiroptera is shaping up to be way more dramatic and heavy than I intended.

I started the Taxonomy-verse as a little haha fun au of Damian and Bette interacting. Which then evolved into “I’m going to rewrite Battle for the Cowl”, which turned into “fuck it, might as well rewrite the Batman & Robin/Batman Inc era too.” I also wasn’t intending to address Dick gaining the mantle until re-reading Batgirl and seeing other blogs made me realize that yeah, she should be the Batman that emerges from the end of the event. Jason is included because I also knew that I had to reinterpret the whole “Batman with guns” thing in that comic.

Man. Things get away from you fast. Now I’m adding layers of depth to Bette/Tom and Damian’s dynamic that I hadn’t really thought about before.

“Fuck it, we ball” I mutter as I analyze background panels and monologue boxes in Battle for the Cowl (2009).

[bitterrobin]

Here’s the screenshot as text, I just realized it’s hard to read. Sorry for that.

Final chapter; Batman arises from the cave. The bats swarm. Yes Father, I shall become a bat. Cassandra stands triumphant in the sunlight, broken, bruised, a few bullet holes ooze blood, right arm hanging limply, but she knows she’s won. Jason is equally broken and bruised, his monologue quieted, but he hasn’t truly lost. He picks up a red scarf and ties it around his mouth. Perhaps he can change. Perhaps all that’s needed is the method to change, not the ideal. No matter what, he’ll keep fighting for Gotham. He walks as confidently as he can into the remaining darkness, the alley and brick he knows.

As the morning comes, Bette Kane goes out into the city. Flamebird is a being of the daytime, fire and warmth. The others can monopolize the night, but Bette? Bette will always be there for the Gotham of the sun, and no one can tell her otherwise. Damian still walks between worlds. The sun is on the horizon, the moon fades behind him. Maybe there isn’t a better way. A “better” him that adheres to their morals. He can only be Damian, but whether Al Ghul or Wayne - he’ll make his own way. He’s been shown different paths. Seen different fights. His place is ever branching into the unknown.

Still, Bruce is gone. Dick may not be Batman anymore, as short lived as it was this time. He can be Nightwing again. Even without Blüdhaven. He’ll stick around Gotham, watching. Because he can’t ever be sure so long as his family is still healing, and his own heart needs to finally grieve in peace. He goes back to the Manor and starts to pack. Begin anew. Tim should be happy. He should be calmer. Batman is back. Gotham needs its Bat and he knows it. But…. The idea has been growing, gnawing in the back of his head since the city first fell. He’s alive and Tim will make sure he comes home. Not yet though, Batman still needs her Robin.

Now that the city is patched together, maybe haphazardly with duct-tape and blood, there needs to be organization. Barbara isn’t fully ready, but honestly, she needs the work. The new Batman needs all the help she can get. Stephanie is Batgirl now, she guesses. She’ll work with that too.

Thus, the “Battle for the Cowl” is concluded. The roles are changed. Unfortunately, nothing can ever be just left alone. People are nursing injuries, but organizations like Spyral lurk in the shadows. Talia knows that her son can be safe with them, but she needs to keep that peace of mind for him, and herself. So, Leviathan rises and the League of Assassins will fall.

a small snippet of my notes

Here's my haphazard planning for the final chapter of CHIROPTERA in my notes app.

It's still subject to change, but I just wanted to get it out there to see people's thoughts. Take all of the wording here as prose, since I'm still testing out the...feeling of the chapter.

I still need to reread UTRH and catch up with Batgirl 2000, but I have big plans for Cass and Jason's final fight. A two-part event so to speak, that ends with the plan above. Things will probably be changed no matter what, since I'm still in the process of writing. Talia's part in the fic will be minor, since I want it to focus more on the Batman conflict and Damian's inner conflict. This is just building towards her bigger involvement later on, and maybe the Batman Inc rewrite I'm still planning. Who knows.