Being Robin- TAACC peice I wrote for lit class, slightly out of date characterization wise but whatever
Warning for suicide, child abuse, loosely implied self-destructive behavior
The house was never really in a state of disrepair, it was just- disturbed.
If you didn’t know anything about the occupants, you would think that it was the house of a larger-than-life family- unmade beds, a thousand papers strewn over the coffee table at all times and the pantry consisting of mostly quick, packaged snacks.
But only two people at a time had ever lived there at once. Or, three, if you counted Harper’s sporadic visits from downtown.
(It wasn’t a house where there were too many people to keep it clean, it was a house where there was always something more important.)
It was the first strange thing about the house. But the more obvious one, perhaps, was that the walls were absolutely plastered in newspaper clippings about a certain trio of superheroes. Some of the bigger ones framed: Who is the Masked Hero known as Charge, Charge and her New Sidekick, Cause of the Recent Earthquakes Behind Bars! The smaller victories just tacked onto the wall: Charge and Magma Save the Day, Highlighter busts drug case, Another Crime Boss Bites the Dust!
(Cory Caspers, the owner of said house, didn’t display all of them, obviously. There was no room, although she tried to make it, hanging some in our bedrooms and then in a filing cabinet in hers. Most of them were eventually recycled: Highlighter’s Funeral to Be Private, Magma De-Masks and Renounces Heroism.)
The most strange thing, probably, was that I was going back.
Cory, Harper and I always celebrated Christmas together. None of us were Christian or even really religious- but when I was fourteen, I started missing celebrating winter holidays like when I was little and I mentioned it to her, and the next day, there was a little plastic Christmas tree on the coffee table. The next year, we invited Harper over for it. The next year, we had a tradition- a big breakfast of pancakes on the 25th, a little tree in the living room, and a yearly watching of the Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer movie.
(Burglaries increase drastically on Christmas Eve- something about Santa. We were always tired the whole day from getting called out at 3 AM the night before- and a lot of times Cory would dip in the middle of the day to patrol. Nothing more important than the safety of San Sobelle, she used to tell me when I protested.)
Harper isn’t going to be around to crack jokes about Cory’s decorating skills this Christmas. And things have been unbearably strained since even before that August-
But it’s always been her favorite time of year since we started celebrating. And the thought of her alone in the house gets to me, because I know if there’s no one else around she spends all her time at home in the basement, working on a case.
���To tell the truth, I had never liked townhouses. There was nothing wrong with them, I just- they felt trapped. Constricting. This one especially, dull blue and unassuming, now that I hadn't been inside in… What. Five years?
She hugged me when she opened the door, that lazy smile she always wore steady on her face. There was something under it.
I remembered the first time I stepped into the hallway. I was twelve, and nothing made sense anymore. Dead parents. New powers. Fire always creeping at the edges of my vision and an itching heat under my skin. Charge had crouched down to me in the hospital the day after I heard the news: You’re an orphan now. Your grandparents won’t take you.
What’s your name? She’d asked, calm about the whole thing. And I’d answered: Maggie Mendoza.
Do you know who I am? She’d asked. Of course I knew. She was the protector of the city, the one who showed up when things went wrong. She’d put the guy responsible for the recent rash of earthquakes in prison just the other week. I nodded.
Well, I was told you got some powers out of this whole… thing. She’d gestured, uncomfortable. She was never good at anything to do with family. That’s the one thing I blame on her parents. And don’t have anyone to take care of you. And I happen to have a spare room and need a sidekick.
And so it started. That’s how Magma was born- The teen super with the power to transform into the stuff. We were never good at superhero names, I know. Highlighter didn’t even make sense as a name for someone with precognition.
The downstairs hadn’t changed.
The basement door was disguised to look like a backdoor, despite us having nothing of the sort, because if you climbed down the stairs you would find the basement- also known as Charge’s hideout. Harper used to joke and call it the family room, Which. It wasn’t like we spent a lot of time in the rest of the house.
(The secrecy was completely unneeded. The only people who were ever allowed inside the house were us and very rarely, other heroes. I have long since suspected that this and the fact that she never sent me to school are some of the reasons I don’t have any friends.)
The kitchen was still the same. Bags of goldfish on the counter, a stove that probably hadn’t been used in years. There was no time for cooking when there were crimes to stop- the only thing Cory could make was Mac and Cheese and Meatloaf, anyway. I was always the chef in the family, even if I’ve only really started cooking since I left the house.
Perhaps it’s odd that going upstairs was what struck me the most. Not seeing the upstairs- the staircase itself.
I was an eavesdropper when I was a kid. Probably would have been a motormouth if I had anyone my age to talk to. The amount of time I spent crouching on the middle of the steps, listening to the conversations Harper and Cory had after they thought I was asleep was ridiculous.
(In the later years, it mostly consisted of Cory being concerned for him. It was an endless back and forth of Are you okay? I’m fine, really. This isn’t healthy. I’d stop if I didn’t want it. Once, she’d gotten frustrated. You’re acting like a whore and I know it isn’t because you are one.
He’d been planning to stay a week that time. He left the next morning, quiet and frustrated.
I’d thought at the time that it was just Cory being a prick about him flirting a lot. She was being a prick.
But then August happened. So something was wrong, even if she was horrible about it.
Harper didn’t talk about it, and he always seemed so happy. But apparently something was wrong and it must have been eating at him and Cory was the only one who’d noticed it.)
And then, all of a sudden, Harper was gone.
On an unusually chilly August morning, in 2018, my big brother took the toaster- the toaster that he’d bought the week before, that he’d said was so he could make me something that wasn’t burnt when I crashed at his place- and he drew a bath. Plugged the toaster in the bathroom outlet.
When they found him, he was wearing his super suit.
(Harper didn’t mean anything by the method. Even if he did resent Charge, he never would have said so. But when your adoptive mom is the superhero best known for having the power to shock everyone within five feet of her to death, it makes a statement to electrocute yourself. Cory looked like she was going to die when she found out how he did it- the only time she looked worse was when she found out it happened in the first place.)
(He might have meant something by the suit. No way to know. Charge had him buried under the name Highlighter, and when I found out I wrote Harper Harris on his grave with a sharpie and didn’t answer any calls from her for the next two months.)
I took a deep breath, and climbed the stairs.
The downstairs looked the same, but the upstairs was a time capsule.
My room was exactly how I left it, and it almost felt wrong to disturb it as I placed my bag down and sat on the bed.
Almost everything I’d had as a kid was still there- the night I left was full of yelling and anger and the only things I thought to pack were my laptop, my teddy bear, and some clothes. The dresser still had its drawers half opened, a green sweater I’d always thought was ugly hanging out of the top one.
The bed wasn’t remotely made- Harper was the only one in the family who’d bothered with his, he was almost obsessive with how clean he was. Cory only cared about messes if they got in her way, and I’ve always been a downright slob.
The mug with a bi flag on it was still sitting in the corner of my desk. (When I told her, she shrugged. I don’t see why it needs to be a big thing. She’d said. But if you’re happy, fine. But the next June, when we were at Target to get something for a case, she’d silently grabbed the mug and put it in the basket. We’d never spoken about it again, in the exact same way as how we never spoke about Harper’s constant dates with people older than him.)
(I had always felt weird about how the two were treated the same, but it was only recently that I was able to articulate why.)
***
Christmas breakfast was painfully awkward. I made the pancakes like always- I’d taken up baking as a hobby once I left. (Once I started having nightmares, about fighting people twice my size and the faces of people who weren’t here anymore because of us, it helped to have something predictable to focus on. Measure three cups out. Mix until smooth. Check the next step.)
(This family rots you from the inside out.)
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What are all the TAACC character’s favorite foods?
ALL of them??? hoo boy here we go
Maggie- you would think she would have some fancy choice, being a chef in her spare time, but no- nothing is ever going to top a big, melty ice cream sunday for her. Especially in the summer, since she's always a little uncomfortably warm. If that's not an option, frozen fruit.
Failsafe- you know that weird recipe your great aunt used to always bring to family reunions, something like jello salad? That's Failsafe's favorite food. More specifically: Marshmallow Mac and Cheese.
Harper: Meatloaf. Specifically the recipe Cory used on the rare occasion she cooked. He honestly could go either way on the taste.
Cory: chocolate chip cookies. the more melty and fresh out of the oven the better. she swears there's no memories attached.
Bella: mall pretzels. the first time she had one was just after she moved to Beachwood with little Archer- whenever they went to the mall and had the money, they would get one to share and sit on this one bench and people watch. It's one of her favorite memories.
Archer: there's this chocolate they sell in the UK, called Aero. it's normal chocolate, but with air bubbles. He got some on their first trip to Europe (thought obviously not the UK, as it doesn't exist in this universe) and he buys it whenever he can now.
Kylie: boiled peanuts! the crunchy kind.
Leander: Mini donuts. He never buys them.
Livia: there's this coffee shop near the Kallistic hideout, that throws out their pastries at the end of every day. she enjoys the croissants when they're salvageable.
Winnie: bacon, with a little bit of melted cheese sprinkled on top.
Wanda: idk, honestly. i'll figure it out one of these days
Queenie: one word: mango. mango anything. smoothie, plain, yogurt, ice cream, dried. she loves them.
Mezi: pickles ::)
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