#DC knows that well enough that when they decided to give B a blood son they made it so Damian was ALREADY a child soldier

[zeroducks-2]

People act like Bruce adopted Dick as a kid because they don't read the comics (maybe they never did beside WFA). Which is totally fine except when they come into other people's spaces trying to police their fandom experience on the basis of comics they never read and things they came up with because they liked them, like Bruce simply being Dick's dad without any gray area in their relationship.

Another pet peeve of mine, bc apparently i love complaining, is ppl acting like bruce adopted dick as a kid. He was a grown ass adult by the time bruce showed up with papers in an attempt to slap a big ol bandaid on decades worth of issues

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Extinction (Sebastian Stan x You)

Character: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: The world was suffering from a zombie apocalypse. You fell off the train, everybody thought you were dead but turns out you survived from the fall and came back to try and heal your angered, broken heart but with vengeance.

Warning: This probably sucks? Other than that, none. XD

Words: 2,940

A/N: Inspired by the movie Resident Evil. (Love that movie so bad!) But the whole story isn't based on it. I made my own plot. I just took some characters from the game. 😊 I didn't even know how I ended up typing this? Feedbacks are very much appreciated! Aaaaaaaaaah! I’ve made a zombie apocalypse one for Chris Evans as well. Entitled ‘Barely Alive’ and it currently has two parts. Link is right under this author’s note. 

BARELY ALIVE (CHRIS EVANS X YOU) (1ST PART)

Disclaimer: GIF and pictures used are not mine, only the edits are and the whole book of course.  

Everybody was huffing once they've stepped foot on the train, each one completely exhausted from the zombie-human chase that has happened with your group of people who was safe from the infection. The faces of the other group who had been in the train looked relieved that there was still survivors, people who were the same as them, and deep down in your hearts all of you know there were more. Faith was all you were holding on to, the faith to live and stay alive.

There's nothing wrong in having faith, it makes each person stronger. You know everybody who was stepping on the same train as you were strong individuals, people who are striving to stay alive with the world crumbling apart because of the apocalypse.

"This is our train," A shaggy, greasy, long haired man spat, those dark hues filled with fear, overthinking that your group plans on taking the train away from them. You stepped back apprehensively, avoiding the man's rude attitude as Chris (Evans) decided to handle the whole situation since you weren't good at talking to ill-mannered people.

"We won't take your train, we just needed a lift to Arcadia,"  He calmly spoke to the man, hoping he would cooperate and understand the situation at hand. The man still looked agitated by your entrance, his spot was suddenly taken when the leader of their group named Jill stepped in front of him, standing tall and intimidating. Her face slightly tainted by the mixture of dirt, sweat and blood, eyes holding no emotions. "We're headed there, you guys got lucky this time," She slightly smiled, a smile that didn't reach her eyes. You were quick to read the sadness behind those eyes of hers, it was the hint of grief that some of their people have been taken by the infected.

Your eyes scanned your small group of people, Robert's there..Jeremy, Anthony, Paul, Elizabeth, Aaron, Scarlett, basically the whole Marvel cast with their families and the DC cast included. You were the only person whose family was taken away from the Umbrella Corporation. A stranger in a group of famous people, and the only normal human who had survived. You didn't know why your family were the only one who was taken when the others were given as a bait for the dead and only were the only one who had survived from their harsh abduction.

Those dazzling blue eyes you've grown to love landed on yours, a look that says he was relieved you were still standing before him, alive and kicking with no wounds nor scratches. You were all lucky enough to have outrun them this time. Sebastian was quick to engulf you in his arms, hugging you off your feet as you knotted your arms around his neck, hiding your face in between his shoulder, feeling tears forming in your eyes. You were scared for your life and what future does it hold for you both and for everyone. "Shhh," Your lover sweetly hushed, giving your back gentle caresses. You heard him sniff and instantly you knew he was feeling the same way as you.

"We'll survive this apocalypse, we just gotta stick together, Y/N." Everybody was now hugging their loved ones. frightened for what was about to come. Sebastian unwrapped his arms around you, taking your face in his pretty, large hands. It felt soft and slight calloused all together, his eyes looked down on you lovingly, pupils blown in affection, "I love you, we'll stick together until the end..and I'll love you till my last breath, please don't think about giving up,"

Everybody was hugging each other, except from one person who despised you the most when you came into Sebastian's life..Her name was Valentine/Meredith. She was Sebastian's ex-girlfriend, he loves you more than anything in the world, he did everything he didn't do for her, he became the best lover that Y/N dreamed of. A dream that was once wished by Valentine/Meredith. The expected jealousy was bubbled up inside of her, resulting it to turn bigger, rotting  till she couldn't handle anymore.

She did rot. Even though she wasn't a Zombie, the jealousy inside of her began to rot till she did the most malintent thing she ever done in her life.

"N-No! S-Stop!" You groaned and choked around the hand that was tightly wrapped around your neck. Your hands wrapped on the edges of the opened train door, grasping for dear life. You could hear the high-pitched whistle of the air, tempting to try and suck you out of the train.

Your face was beginning to turn paler as each second passes by, lungs starting to desperately heave for some air. Yet, the stranger who had your neck around his large hand appeared to plan on choking till you could see the other side of the world. Death.

"It was you! You and your psychopathic family started this apocalypse!" He shouted, brown eyes glowing with ire.

"T-Those are lies!!!" Your voice croaked, desperately trying to unlatch the stranger's hand--lets name him Will since you've heard Jill talk to the bulky, bald man a while ago-- He didn't stop though, he was triggered to tighten his hold. Sucking the air out of your lungs, "I-I have nothing to do with my father's scientific profession! I know nothing!!"

"LIES! Valentine/Meredith told me every secret you held! Your family was taken by the Umbrella Corporation! You're fucking connected to those son of a bitches!" He spat aloud. You desperately scanned your surroundings. Nobody was around, it was just you, him and an empty train.

Y/N just had to take a piss when suddenly she was pulled by the huge guy who gripped her by the hair so hard, locking them up in the other side of a train where people weren't around. Sebastian was in a group meeting with the others, talking about some plans when your bladder decided to burst in the wrong time.

You couldn't help stop nature.

"You're the fucking antidote that they needed! Your blood is the medicine and answer to this nightmare!" His fingers began to tighten more, leaving no air to enter your throat, making your face turn paler and bluer as each damned second passed by. Your vision was beginning to turn hazy and everything was spinning around.

"The Umbrella corporation will come back and get you! We can't afford another death in our group and even with yours! You're the one who deserves to die! You deserve to get found and get experimented!"

Half of your feet were dangling on the edge of the train. Your heart accelerating as fast as how the train was going. The heavy, harsh wind slapping your face, telling you that you were about to die any moment. Will was forcefully pushing you back, his eyes glowing with feral anger. Only one train of thought running in his mind. He needed the kill.

"S-Somebody! Help! Sebastian!" You desperately breathed, clawing at his hands harsher, but it seemed too feeble to unlatch as you were slowly getting vincible, your strength slowly faltering.

Your bulging eyes hastily searched for any person who could help you. Will was a pretty large person and you..you were small, frail and stiff. Fighting him off would just be a waste of energy because you know you were no match with him.

However, that tiny faith in you screamed to fight him. Use those techniques you see in the movies. There was no harm in trying, and so you did.

Will was a big guy, but he's surely an idiot for bringing you close and breathing in your face because the world just turned upside down and  you've immediately gotten the upper hand when you reached up and roughly pressed his eyes, emitting a guttural scream from the large man. He released your throat, clutching onto his stingy eyes as he moved aside and you've gotten the chance to run, sprinting on the way to the door in haste.

All the pieces of your heart fell apart when a very unbelievable scene unfolded behind the clear train door. An imaginary hand crawling up to your chest, giving it a tight squeeze, making the ache unbearable to handle.

Why? Because Sebastian was fucking kissing Valentine/Meredith.

The pain in your throat came back, but it wasn't because you were being choked again. You could feel your heart sting so bad as Sebastian stood in front of her, his back on you and Valentine's/Meredith's face that you wanted to stab a million times. She was a bitch indeed.

You tightened your palms in either side of you, forgetting the fact that you were in the middle of getting choked to death and thrown outside the train. Your heart was palpitating with different kinds of reason. Anger, pain, jealousy and fear.

Your hand was about to grab the lock, yet you were left banging a hand on the clear door once you felt Will's hand painfully pulling at your roots, yelling a scream that caught everyone's attention at the other side of the door.

Sebastian was utterly frozen in spot when the woman who he held no feelings stood on her tiptoes and pressed a disgusting kiss on his lips, having no shame that everybody was around but were busy talking except from one of his friend named Mackie who clearly bulged his eyes out when she maliciously kissed him in front of them.

She was a damn, hard headed vixen who didn't care about her dignity and had no shame.

Unfortunately, you didn't see Sebastian push her off, reacting with such hostility that made her regret what she did. "What the fuck, Valentine/Meredith?! What the hell's wrong with you?!"

Then he heard a heart stopping scream.

A scream that came from you.

He was fast to turn around, scared of what happened to the love of his life. Yet, he was too late.

Y/N had already fell off the train.

It was that exact moment he knew that his heart would never forgive himself because you were gone.

Just like that, and he won't ever forget to cry every night, mourning for his dying heart.

                                        ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

6 months after:

"You sure there's still survivors in here?" Claire Redfield asked in a hushed whisper, an American special police officer who was the leader of your group. The sweet-smelling, woody scent of pine trees breezed around all four of you as you stood below a huge, beige Meditteranean house that looked untouched and placid. The house looking clear from the infected.

The four of you decided to check the house, Leon claiming that he saw somebody run from behind the back garden. You didn't know what got into you, but you automatically stood up from your seat of the bus and volunteered to come. Claire didn't hesitate for you to join with them since she knew how trained you are. She knew how tough you got from all the training and sparring you did with her. You weren't the softy that everyone knew before, you were trained to fight and be strong for the better of your future, putting aside those tears and feelings on the ground.

You've changed, you're trying to change and it was for the better. You hoped in the back of your mind.

There were still a lot of survivors inside the bus, currently waiting for what was about to come and anticipating who or what was inside the mansion. All of you stood still as you nervously stand on the porch. Leon was picking on the lock of the door knob, a tiny, faded click signalling everyone that he finally had it open.

"Positive, Claire." You whispered, keeping the gun back in your holster, hiding behind Leon. He wrenched the door knob opened, Eerie silence welcomed you, alerting everyone's senses. You took light steps while parading in, your boots sounding so quiet and theirs as well.

"How sure are you, Y/N?"

You kept your mouth shut, you didn't know how you were sure. It was what your heart could feel, and in the vague point of your mind, a tiny voice was yelling that there was someone in there and despite of your fragmented heart, you hoped it was someone you knew. Someone you loved, and a certain person who broke your heart. Leaving nothing but anger inside your shattered soul.

You fixed your crouching postures once your team stopped inside a circle of a marbled, black floor. The ceiling was too high to reach, a very lavish chandelier dangling on top of your heads. Your hearts skipped a beat when you heard faded foot steps echoing around.

"I am strangling you alive when we're compromised, Y/N!" Leon whisper-yelled. Leaving Claire's question unanswered. You felt a ball stuck in your throat as your eyes skimmed around the mansion, your heart skipping a beat from nervousness, anticipating for what or who was living inside the place.

Everybody heard an ear-wrecking creak, your eyes roamed from left to right, the sound continuously perceptible. "Something's going to fall," Leon uttered, senses on full alert. The creaking sound stopping just as all your breaths did and with a quick clang, everybody knew it was the chandelier falling.

Everybody ducked, rolled and maneuvered away from the circle, leaving you alone and distracted by the hushed whispers echoing inside a certain room from the second floor, seeing a silhouette disappearing in the shadows. Your hands were trembling, breath stopping and eyes focused on the falling chandelier above you. Is that how it all ends for you? To get killed by a huge chandelier falling on your head?

"Y/N!" Your team screamed for your name, your feet were rooted on the ground, trying to accept the fate of your death. Your foot trembled once you took a step back, was it all too late?

Then, you felt a body harshly pushing you away. Your body landing on the floor with a loud and painful thud, your head hitting the floor, the world spun around you like a whirlpool. Darkness hugging you for a moment or so until you realized a warm body was hovering above you, coughing out the dust that was flying all around.

With a blink of an eye, you were met with the prettiest blue eyes you've ever seen, the eyes of the man you had ever loved with all your heart, and the only man who have crushed your heart into pieces from the moment your life changed when you fell on that train all the way to Arcadia.

"Y/N??"

His Steele blue eyes turned duller, losing it's glimmer. Earning dark eye bags underneath his feature that you loved the most. The color of his face lost a ton, making him look less happy with his life.

The man above you was like a different man and you were in shock. Completely flabbergasted with your mouth ajar, you've longed for him, for his touch and the warmth radiating off him whenever you both were together.

Yet, everything felt different with the pain inside of your soul. You hardly closed your mouth, spitting out a name that seemed difficult to verbally say for you as he was finally up close and personal for the first time after the accident happened.

You were choking in your own words, mouth keeping a straight line, blinking in the tight feeling forming inside your chest. It was too painful to look at him because all you could recall was the memories with him, coming at you one by one.

"Sebastian?"

It's that exact moment you knew you were dying inside. As much as how he did when he thought he would never get to see you again.

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[sassycassie-s-writing]

Team Up

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood

Rating: PG-11/T- (for some intense sequences)

Original Idea: That one “Bland DC Headcanon” about Jason respecting/listening to women more than men and so on. I saw it on Pinterest. If someone finds it send me the link and I’ll add it (I’ll also add it if I can find it).

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) This is actually an early one of mine that got lost and never posted. Whoops. @batboys-and-other-messes @welovegroot

^^^^^

I picked up my superhero phone. “This is Starbeam.”

“Starbeam. Can I ask a favor of you?” a familiar voice asked.

“Batman! What a privilege to have you call,” I said. “What’s up? It really depends on the favor. Like, if I am incapable or unqualified—”

“You know my son, Red Hood, right?” Batman interrupted.

I pursed my lips for a moment. “We’ve met.”

“Don’t like him?”

“I don’t know. We didn’t interact long enough for me to make a sound judgment. Didn’t get the best first impression, though. What about him?”

“He’s heading out of Gotham on a mission I’ve asked him to go on. And, the thing is, he works better with female team members. He respects and listens to women far more than men, without fail. So if I ever have to send him out for a specific reason, I try to get a woman to go with him. It generally ends in a lower body count.”

“Are you asking me to go with him?”

“Are you available and willing?”

“Heck yeah, B-man! Out of all your sons I always thought he was the hottest.”

“I didn’t need to know that. Ever. Will you please accompany him?”

“Yup. I’ll pack now. Where are we headed?”

“Coast City.”

“Ooooh. Better take my bikini then.”

“You don’t own a bikini.”

“I’m not even going to question how you know that,” I decided. I really didn’t own a bikini. I hated them. They showed off my scars and I didn’t like people staring.

“You told me. At the last meetup, remember?”

“Oh yeah. Right. Okay. Am I meeting him there or is he going to come pick me up?”

“He’ll pick you up. Good luck.”

“Thanks man. See ya later.”

“Bye.” He hung up.

“Every single one of your children is more personable than you are—including that sword-happy Robin,” I muttered under my breath as I threw my phone down on the couch and went to my bedroom to throw some clothes into a small suitcase. And cram my suit into my backpack.

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“Starbeam,” Red Hood greeted when I opened my safehouse door.

“Hood,” I replied, hauling my duffel bag strap onto my shoulder, my backpack already hanging off the other one. “Heard we’re going to Coast City. What’s goin’ on over there?”

“Apparently we’ll be told when we arrive. Green Arrow is waiting for us.”

“What’s he doin’ outta Star City?”

“I don’t know, lady. Batman tells me he needs me to go do something, I go do it.”

“You never struck me as the obedient type,” I remarked, locking the door to the safehouse behind me.

“I'm not. But if he needs me, that means no one else is willing or capable of doing the job.”

“What do you mean?”

“The rest of my family aren’t killers.”

“Not even the sword-happy Robin?”

Hood smirked and led me downstairs to a truck. “Not anymore. He keeps his body count to an absolute minimum these days to honor Batman’s desires.”

“And you decided ‘screw it’?” I joked.

“Something like that,” he replied as he started the truck and started the drive to Coast City. “But I’ve grown beyond Batman. I can compromise my image in a way Batman could never afford. I’ve killed before so I can kill again. People already see my helmet and know blood is going to be spilt, and it’ll probably be lethal.”

Red Hood paused. I opened my mouth to say something, but then thought better of it and shut my trap.

“Although, if he’s sending you with me, he wants to keep the body count down.” He glanced over at me. “Think you got what it takes to keep me in line, doll-face?”

“Yup,” I answered honestly.

He snickered. “I suppose we’ll see.”

“Suppose we will.”

^^^^^

I grabbed Red Hood’s gun and forced it down. “Hood! Stop it,” I snapped, before dropping my voice. “We need him alive. He’ll talk.”

“I’m done with talking, princess,” he snarled. “This guy is an idiot.”

“An idiot with valuable information!” I retorted.

“Don’t test me Starbeam, unless you want to eat a bullet too.” He tried to shove past me.

“Red Hood!” I grabbed the back of his jacket and yanked him backward. “We need him to talk. Give me five minutes.”

Hood glared down at me. I could almost see his eyes through the white mesh that hid them in his helmet. “Fine. Five minutes. But then he bites.”

“This is why you have no friends, Hood,” I remarked.

“I have friends!” he protested. I ignored him.

I turned to the guy and started to gently try and prod information out of him.

But when he didn’t appear to want to give me anything, I got violent too, planting my boot on his bullet wound. “TELL ME!” I snarled. I heard Hood grunt behind me—it sounded like he was impressed with me, but I didn’t take the time to ask.

Finally, the guy spilled. He ended up talking for fifteen minutes while I recorded everything.

I tied him up and knocked him out. I called the cops to come get the criminals and Red Hood and I bugged out.

Coast City’s warm, humid west coast air blew through my messy hair as we sat on a rooftop where no one would see us, taking a break. The job was over. We found out everything we needed to know.

“Thank you, Starbeam,” Red Hood said quietly.

“For what?” I asked, looking around. Did I bring food and forgot? No…

“For stopping me from killing that guy,” he answered. “If you hadn’t, the mission would have failed. I just…” He trailed off, not knowing what to say to me.

“Saw red?” I suggested.

“Yeah. Yeah I guess I just saw red and lost control again,” he said. He pressed a button on the side of his helmet and popped it off to reveal the red domino mask underneath.

“Maybe we should spray paint your helmet blue,” I said. “Blue is said to have calming effects on the human mind, whereas red promotes aggression.”

He nudged me with his shoulder, grinning. “Shut up,” he ordered playfully.

I turned and looked at him. “Make me,” I retorted.

Red Hood tilted his head suggestively. “I will,” he said.

I cocked an eyebrow.

My phone started ringing.

“Hey Batman. What’s up?” I asked, answering it with a dramatic sigh. Why did he have to ruin the moment? Just got kiss-blocked by Red Hood’s dad. Yikes.

“How’d the mission go?” Batman said.

“Went fine. I uploaded the audio file to you. Did you get it?”

“Yes I did. How’s Red Hood?”

I glanced over at the man in question, deciding how to word my answer. “In good health. The body count on this one was relatively minimal. I think the only guy who died was the one that got pushed off the stairs on the seventh floor.”

“So he listened to you?”

“Relatively speaking yeah. There was some pushing involved.”

“Thank you Starbeam. I appreciate your willingness to… keep him in line.”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure. After driving across the country with him I’ve gotten over the relatively negative first impression,” I said. Red Hood shot me a look full of amusement and playfulness. And maybe even something flirtatious.

“I’ll call you two later to make sure everything is secure, alright?”

“Absolutely,” I said distractedly. Batman grunted and hung up. I shoved my phone in a pouch on my belt. “Now, Hood… where were we?”

Hood smiled. “Not sure. How about you tell me?”

“You were going to make me shut up,” I said.

“Mm,” he agreed. “Right. Well then, maybe we should both make each other shut up.” He leaned forward and sealed his lips against mine. My hands found his hair.

The sunset bathed us in warm orange light. I leaned into the kiss and tightened my grip on his hair.

“Hey guys! How’d it go?” Green Arrow asked, popping up out of nowhere. “Ohhh… I’ll come back later!”

[lets-steal-an-archive]

Supernatural Psychology: Roads Less Traveled “Road Music” features

or, if you want to know why I can’t recommend this book (which I bought, used, using my Discover cashback bonus, so my actual out of pocket cost was $1.48), just start reading...

Zubernis, L. (2017). Road music: "A Single Man Tear" from Supernatural: The Musical. In T. Langley & L. Zubernis (Eds.), Supernatural Psychology: Roads Less Traveled. New York, NY: Sterling.

People crave belonging and acceptance. Written for Supernatural’s 200th episode, the song refers to the fandom’s love of Dean Winchester’s complex negotiation of repressed masculinity and overt emotionality, as evidenced by scenes in which one tear escapes and rolls down his cheek during an emotionally powerful moment. Within the fan community, that is referred to as the OPT, or One Perfect Tear. Such in-group references are markers of acceptance within the group.

Kus, E., Dickson, C., & Scarlet J. (2017). Road music: "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC. In T. Langley & L. Zubernis (Eds.), Supernatural Psychology: Roads Less Traveled. New York, NY: Sterling.

Healthy relationships -- including friendships, romantic couples, and families -- need trust and commitment. If trust is broken, individuals may become less satisfied with a relationship, feel less committed to it, or consider severing it altogether. When Dean returns from Purgatory, he learns that Sam did not try to find him. Dean is angry with his brother, feeling betrayed that Sam did not try to help him.

Taylor Kester, L. (2017). Road music: "Bad Moon Rising" by Credence Clearwater Revival. In T. Langley & L. Zubernis (Eds.), Supernatural Psychology: Roads Less Traveled. New York, NY: Sterling.

Those who lose a parent at an early age can grow up to feel like the worst, most horrible things will happen to them, at times due to their own behavior and self-fulfilling prophecies. One parent dies, the remaining parent checks out emotionally, and the child is left to navigate the world on his or her own. For some, this can be distressing, lonely, and daunting. Sam and Dean build a bond strong enough to withstand their own bickering and any other loses that might come their way.

Morales, D. (2017). Road music: "Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door" by Bob Dylan. In T. Langley & L. Zubernis (Eds.), Supernatural Psychology: Roads Less Traveled. New York, NY: Sterling.

Parentification is the act of placing a child in the role of a parent. That child is burdened with responsibilities that should be that of a parent, such as caring for younger children. As he always has taken care of his younger brother, it is no wonder that Dean’s version of heaven is being able to watch Sam enjoy his childhood, evidently by blowing up a field with Fourth of July fireworks.

[Road Music: chapters 5, 6, and “Final Word”]

Adams, T., & Scarlet J. (2017). Road music: "Sympathy for the Devil" by the Rolling Stones. In T. Langley & L. Zubernis (Eds.), Supernatural Psychology: Roads Less Traveled. New York, NY: Sterling.

Learning to name and understand one’s thoughts is key to many therapeutic interventions and can be especially important following a traumatic event, such as accidentally letting Lucifer out of Hell. Cognitive therapies examine a person’s errors in thinking, called cognitive distortions. Cognitive therapy allows individuals to examine their thoughts in order to change the cognitive distortions (for example, “All angels cannot be trusted”) into more adaptive thoughts (e.g., “Some angels cannot be trusted”). Through their experiences, Sam and Dean learn not to make such generalizations about angels, monsters, demons, and even God and Lucifer.

Parris, L. (2017). Road music: "Burnin’ for You" by Blue Oyster Cult. In T. Langley & L. Zubernis (Eds.), Supernatural Psychology: Roads Less Traveled. New York, NY: Sterling.

The Winchester brothers’ near-eagerness for self-sacrifice can be associated with their childhood trauma experiences, particularly incidents of emotional neglect. John Winchester’s inability to attend to his sons’ emotional needs is, in part, responsible for Sam and Dean’s continued success in saving the world through self-sacrifice because it leaves them with a lingering need to do things for others.

Boysen, M., & Goodfriend, W. (2017). Road music: "Simple Man" by Lynyrd Skynyrd. In T. Langley & L. Zubernis (Eds.), Supernatural Psychology: Roads Less Traveled. New York, NY: Sterling.

According to Erikson, we struggle to make healthy choices at major life crossroads, including our own career path. People who frequently change jobs may have a low level of career maturity, which can lead to a life of confusion and second guesses. After dealing with so much darkness, Sam decides to walk away from the hunter lifestyle. Leaving Dean to continue on by himself, he tries to forge a normal, more conventional life. Sometimes, stress in life -- something the Winchesters have in spaces -- leads to narrow limits, or a motivation to be content with a small and humble piece of the world.

San Juan, B., & VanPortfliet, P. (2017). Road music: "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor. In T. Langley & L. Zubernis (Eds.), Supernatural Psychology: Roads Less Traveled. New York, NY: Sterling.

A common feature of traditional conceptions of masculinity is aggression. Cultural stereotypes normalize the solution of male-male arguments through the use of fisticuffs, rather than conversation. Sam and Dean have sometimes settled their arguments by physically fighting each other. However, as their bond grows throughout the series, we see that expressing their emotions becomes easier for them. It’s important to note that they also playfully slap or punch each other at times, which is a socially accepted way for men to show affection for each other.

Mastin, J., & Blake Erickson, W. (2017). Road music: "Heroin" by Velvet Underground. In T. Langley & L. Zubernis (Eds.), Supernatural Psychology: Roads Less Traveled. New York, NY: Sterling.

The song “Heroin” by Velvet Underground has been an ode to living with substance abuse since it was released in 1967. Heroin is a highly addictive, opioid drug. Opoid addiction -- including both legal and illegal opioid use -- is widespread. In 2015 alone, 33,000 US deaths were attributed to opioid overdose, the most of any year on record. Few scenes encapsulate both the rapture and desolation of substance abuse as well as the scene showing a desperate Crowley injecting himself with human blood, set to this song.

Schaffrath, S., & Blunt, C. J. (2017). Road music: "Rooster" by Alice in Chains. In T. Langley & L. Zubernis (Eds.), Supernatural Psychology: Roads Less Traveled. New York, NY: Sterling.

“Rooster” by Alice in Chains plays as the Winchesters salt and burn the body of Nurse Glockner, whose ghost they have been asked to stop by a Marine Corps buddy of their father’s. In the context of the scene, the song punctuates the brothers’ removal of a threat and refusal to give up. However, “Rooster” has a deeper meaning. Guitarist Jerry Cantrell wrote the song for his father, a two-tour Vietnam War veteran, whose nickname was the “Rooster.” Rather than the immediate effects of war, the song was meant to address the long-term consequences of combat, specifically the baggage that soldiers are unable to leave behind on the field of battle. Thus, “Rooster” foreshadows the cost of the Winchesters’ endless war against supernatural evil.

Scarlet, J., & Busch, J. (2017). Road music: "Lonely is the Night" by Billy Squier. In T. Langley & L. Zubernis (Eds.), Supernatural Psychology: Roads Less Traveled. New York, NY: Sterling.

Loneliness is associated with increased risk of depression, anxiety, and addiction. Loneliness can also make the individual less likely to seek, accept, or recognize the availability of social support, potentially creating a viscous cycle in which feeling alone makes it harder to connect to others. When the Winchesters capture Crowley and isolate him in the dungeon, he begins to feel lonely. Because Sam repeatedly injects captive Crowley with human blood to make the demon become more human, it causes Crowley to struggle to manage his emotions and to feel disconnected from both humans and now demons, too. Both the feeling of loneliness and low perceived social support are associated with increased risk of risky behaviors, such as substance use and suicidal behaviors. Loneliness and disconnectedness might inspire even someone as powerful as Crowley to end his own life.

Langley, T. (2017). Road music: "Peace of Mind" by Boston. In T. Langley & L. Zubernis (Eds.), Supernatural Psychology: Roads Less Traveled. New York, NY: Sterling.

Living with a burden of mental illness obviously makes it difficult for many people to feel at ease in life. The slow pace of progress can be frustrating, even disheartening. The longer the problem lasts, the harder it becomes for some people to listen to others’ recommendations and to make the choices necessary to help them reach a brighter place. The clear majority, however, do get better, and that fact itself can offer some reassurances.

Mastin, J., & Blunt, C. J. (2017). Road music: "Cheek to Cheek" by Irving Berlin. In T. Langley & L. Zubernis (Eds.), Supernatural Psychology: Roads Less Traveled. New York, NY: Sterling.

Humans find both pleasure and release in skin-to-skin contact. When we touch, the hormone oxytocin, colloquially referred to as the “cuddle hormone,” is released, encouraging both physical and emotional bonding. Irving Berlin’s “Cheek to Cheek” is evocative of the pleasure stimulated by physical touch, but when this song is sung by Alastair before his torture, the effect is eerie rather than erotic.

Garski, L. A., & Mastin, J. (2017). Road music: "Ramble On" by Led Zeppelin. In T. Langley & L. Zubernis (Eds.), Supernatural Psychology: Roads Less Traveled. New York, NY: Sterling.

The monomyth can be found in stories across time and space; humans are hardwired to understand the framework of story. Dean Winchester says that one of his favorite songs is “Ramble On,” which draws on imagery from another famous Hero’s Journey, The Lord of the Rings, as it describes a cyclical journey without end.

Currie, E. (2017). Road music: "Won’t Get Fooled Again" by the Who. In T. Langley & L. Zubernis (Eds.), Supernatural Psychology: Roads Less Traveled. New York, NY: Sterling.

The monsters use the cognitive biases of humans to hide and hunt among them. When confronted with unavoidable proof of the truth, some people will integrate that truth into their understanding of the world, assimilating new information to fit existing schemas (patterns of associated ideas) instead of altering schemas to accommodate discoveries. After experiencing loss at the hand of monsters, characters such as John Winchester, Bobby Singer, and Sheriff Jody Mills can’t go back to their prior innocence, and so they get involved in the battle against the supernatural.

Jordan, J. S. (2017). Road music: "Born to Be Wild” by Steppenwolf. In T. Langley & L. Zubernis (Eds.), Supernatural Psychology: Roads Less Traveled. New York, NY: Sterling.

As Sam and Dean drive their Chevy Impala through small-town USA, they are constantly surprised by the behavior of demons and angels -- and even themselves. As a result, they become increasingly metacognitive; that is, they begin to have thoughts about their own thoughts, including the unconscious assumptions they make about the worthiness of demons, angels, and themselves. Regardless of any resulting guilt or remorse, however, their compulsion to confront the world as it is and protect others from the things they don’t want it know pushes the brothers back into their car and out onto the open road.

Wesselmann, E. D., & Nairne, J. S. (2017). Road music: "(Don’t Fear) the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult. In T. Langley & L. Zubernis (Eds.), Supernatural Psychology: Roads Less Traveled. New York, NY: Sterling.

Contemplating our morality and what (if anything) lies beyond death can provoke intense existential anxiety. The Winchesters face reminders of morality such as lethal threats, corpses, murders, and otherworldly beings (e.g., ghosts, reapers, angels, and demons). Research indicates that religious or spiritual beliefs, especially belief in afterlife and therefore some kind of continued existence, can help reduce death-related anxiety. The Winchester brothers are not particularly religious, but at various points they visit Hell, Purgatory, and Heaven, thus confirming that an afterlife exists and probably emboldening them to face death willingly to achieve their goals.

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Arizona Parents Falsely Accused of Child Abuse Lose Infant Son – Have 2-Day-Old Newborn Also Medically Kidnapped

Jordan Meissinger holds his newborn son. His joy was short-lived. When Baby Paxton was only 48 hours old, Arizona social workers took him away from his family. Photo provided by family.

by Health Impact News/MedicalKidnap.com Staff

Paxton Meissinger came into the world on Tuesday, October 16, 2018, weighing all of 7 pounds and 2 ounces. Like every newborn baby, he wanted and expected only one thing – the presence of his mommy.

To an infant, the most important thing in the world is be surrounded by the love and warmth of the person whose heartbeat he has heard for as long as he had the ability to hear.

In her arms, every need he has is met, from her milk and the nutrition and antibodies it provides to the reassurance of her warmth and love.

Brain growth, his immune system, and his respiration rate develop ideally as he rests against her skin-to-skin, releasing the perfect hormones needed for his system, and hers.

The foundation for basic trust is laid as he hears the voices of both father and mother, and they respond to his communication. The first few weeks and months of life have been likened to a “fourth trimester,” where baby humans are designed to remain still a unit with their mothers.

There is nothing in the world as important to a baby as his mother.

However, for Baby Paxton, these basic human needs are no longer being met, thanks to the Arizona Department of Children's Services (DCS).

When he was only 48 hours old, social workers took him away from his parents, Briana and Jordan Meissinger, claiming that this is “necessary to protect the child from suffering abuse or neglect.”

In the name of protecting him from potential possible harm, Child Protective Services is depriving him of the very things he needs the most.

Briana Meissinger told Health Impact News:

They took him! I was hoping they would leave us alone.

Newborn Baby Paxton Meissinger only had 48 hours with his parents before the state seized him away. Photo supplied by family

Social Worker – “We Are at Your House. Where Are You?”

The devastated parents got a call from DCS just 24 hours after Briana's c-section.

While she was recovering from surgery in her hospital room and bonding with her new baby, social workers were sitting in the driveway of the Meissingers' home demanding a meeting.

The workers refused to say what it was about other than that there were new allegations of “general neglect” that they needed to discuss. Obviously, Briana was not able to go home to meet with them since her baby had been born the day before and they were still at the hospital.

The social workers refused to divulge what the allegations were, but Briana and Jordan later learned that the social workers had reportedly received an anonymous call that the baby had been born 8 days prior and that they were home already neglecting the baby. The DCS workers had already obtained a warrant based on this and other incorrect information, but they didn't mention that to the Meissingers.

They showed up at the hospital the next day, Thursday, October 18, and seized Baby Paxton from his parents.

The incorrect birth date was another in a long line of wrong, false, or outright deceptive statements made by the department over the last year. In conjunction with Phoenix Children's Hospital and their Child Abuse Pediatrician, DCS had taken the Meissingers' son Keaton last September over allegations of Shaken Baby Syndrome.

From the very beginning of that case, some doctors suspected that he had an infection which was treated with several antibiotics. Other medical experts have stated the same, but DCS and the Child Abuse Pediatrician have stubbornly clung to their interpretation of Keaton's symptoms.

The long, drawn-out case to decide which diagnosis to believe is still in the Maricopa Juvenile Court. Dependency has yet to be determined by the courts.

After she learned that DCS intended to step in and take their newest baby, Briana said:

This warrant was one-sided. They didn't give our side, which is the fact that this is a highly contested case. We have experts and medical professionals that are saying that their allegations are bullshit.

THEIR experts are saying that they can't even for sure say that this is abuse, so they haven't proven anything. Nothing. And they're trying to take our newborn from us.

There's nothing we can do!

She explained that, until they can go before a judge, they cannot even fight this to keep their baby.

The Maricopa County social workers went to a different judge than the one in Keaton's case in order to get the warrant to seize Baby Paxton. The Meissingers believe that, had they gone to the judge who is currently presiding over their case, they would not have been able to get a warrant. The judge who signed it was “misled,” says Briana.

Their judge has heard some of the Meissingers' side of the story as well as a little bit from medical experts who adamantly disagree with the diagnosis of abuse by the Child Abuse doctor at Phoenix Children's Hospital.

There are still at least a couple more days left of the trial. The next one is at the end of October, followed by another day or two possibly to be held in December before the dependency case wraps up.

According to several doctors and medical experts whose presuppositions have not blinded them to see other medical conditions that can cause similar symptoms, Keaton's medical history and records do not show any signs of trauma or abuse. Rather, they are, in the words of one of their experts, “100% consistent with [a] brain infection.”

Baby Keaton's Story – Force Vaccinated in Spite of Medical Problems

Baby Paxton's big brother was born on June 6, 2017. Briana's labor was induced, and she was given high doses of pitocin (labor-inducing drug).

After 2 days of hard labor, the baby was not handling the contractions well. His chart showed “decels” in his heart rate, and Briana began having convulsions. They were rushed into surgery for an emergency c-section.

Keaton required resuscitation to help him to breathe when he was born, and he was given oxygen. His APGAR score was just 5 at both one minute and 5 minutes, which indicates that he was in trouble.

He spent his first few hours in the NICU, but he recovered. He was given a Vitamin K shot and Hepatitis B vaccine.

Briana says that “he was extremely fussy for a newborn baby.” After a few weeks, he improved, until his 2 month shots:

At his 2 month doctor appointment he was diagnosed with Acid Reflux and was prescribed renititidine. I had done quite a bit of research on vaccines, but not nearly enough I know now. At his 2 month appointment on 8/10/2017, I asked his Pediatrician at the time, Dr. Mary Lavalley, to do a delayed and spaced out schedule for his vaccinations.

He was very croupy frequently as he breathed, which was another concern we brought up at the appointment. Because of this, Dr. Lavalley got upset and snappy with me stating that we HAD to get ALL of his vaccines THAT day, BECAUSE he was sick- that not doing this would mean we were knowingly neglecting his safety. She bullied us into it, so I sat there and cried while he received all of his shots aside from the pneumococcal vaccine. [It was a total of 6 vaccines.] That's when things began, and steadily went downhill.

For the first almost 4 days he screamed a shrill painful scream as he tensed up his whole body, pulling his legs to his chest. He would scream so hard that he would have a ” silent scream ” where he would hold his breath, which really worried us and broke our hearts.  knew he was in pain, but at the time I had no idea that this was due to encephalitis.

He ran a fever on and off for the next week. His typical hour or two naps became 20 minutes, and he “would wake up from his sleep tensed up screaming before he'd even open his eyes.”

The second week is when the vomiting started. Keaton began seeming dazed, and the happy baby we knew started to fade away. He wasn't focusing or tracking as much. He was rarely smiling. All of this, the pediatrician informed us was “normal,”  and that some babies' symptoms last a little longer than others.

As a Mother, I knew, I FELT that these things weren't normal. I felt it with every inch of my being that something was wrong with my baby.

It was apparent to Briana and Jordan Meissinger that Keaton was not the same after his 2 month shots. Photo provided by family.

On August 24, 2017, Keaton woke up from a nap, crying. Briana was out running an errand, and Jordan changed his son's diaper. When he went into the kitchen to prepare a bottle, the baby suddenly stopped crying.

Alarmed, his father went to check on him. He looked like he was sleeping, but when Jordan picked him up, he was “completely limp” and wouldn't wake up.

He called Briana who was just 5 minutes away from home by that time. When she got home, Keaton was “awake, but not alert.”

While she stripped him down to check for any sign of insect or spider bites or a rash or some other explanation, he seemed dazed. She says his eyes were as wide as saucers and his pupils were “huge.”

The terrified couple knew immediately that they needed to rush him to the hospital.

At nearby Banner Del Webb Hospital, a nurse recommended that they try to feed him. Keaton promptly projectile vomited “everywhere.”

Doctors began running tests. One doctor came in and said that the x-ray showed that he had “junked up lungs,” and told them that this could be septic pneumonia or meningitis.

His white blood cell count was high, at 22,000. The normal range is 5,000 to 10,000. (Source). Elevated levels usually indicate infection.

With babies that young, the doctor explained, infections can be very serious. They cannot afford to wait for the results of a culture to determine what organism is causing the infection. They begin treatment immediately. Doctors started Keaton on 3 strong antibiotics.

The baby began improving dramatically in less than an hour. He stopped crying, and began cooing and making eye contact. Briana and Jordan were greatly relieved.

The Doctor then said that he needed a Lumbar Puncture, and that he also needed to be transferred to a Childrens Specialty Hospital – that we could either choose Banner Thunderbird, or Phoenix Children's, and that we could either have him get the LP there, or once he's transferred.

This is where we made our biggest mistake, we chose Phoenix Children's Hospital, and opted to have them do the LP, because they specialize in Children, and we felt we could trust them more with doing an LP.

They were wrong.

Phoenix Children's Hospital has a long history of medically kidnapping children, as we have reported many times.

The Meissingers didn't know that information. Nor were they aware that, like many Children's Hospitals, Phoenix has Child Abuse Pediatricians on staff.

The pattern of these doctors is to “find” abuse where none exists, often ignoring signs of real medical conditions or neglecting to do needed testing in order to do differential diagnoses.

At Phoenix Children's Hospital, the lumbar puncture showed that Keaton's cerebral spinal fluid was positive for enterovirus, a virus that can cause various illnesses including encephalitis (brain inflammation) and meningitis.

Other tests were run, including repeat x-rays, an MRI, a CT scan of Keaton's head, and an ophthalmology test.

Not surprisingly, given Keaton's traumatic birth history, he was found to have subdural hematomas and retinal hemorrhaging. These symptoms can even occur in the most normal of childbirths, and they are extremely common with difficult births, pitocin induction, and rescuscitation with oxygen, all of which factors were present when Keaton was born.

See:

Common Childbirth Practice Could Lead to Later False Diagnosis of Shaken Baby Syndrome

Combined with the brain swelling likely caused by the enterovirus, that meant that “the triad” was present.

When this trio of symptoms are present, some doctors, including most Child Abuse Pediatricians, view that as diagnostic of Shaken Baby Syndrome, even if there are genuine medical conditions, such as a viral illness, that could cause the same symptoms.

Neuropathologist Doctor: I Believed in Shaken Baby Syndrome until Science Showed I was Wrong

By the time labs were run for Keaton at Phoenix Children's Hospital, his white blood cell was much closer to normal, at 11,000. He tested negative for any bacterial infection at that time, but he had been on 3 strong antibiotics for several hours. According to several medical expert reports, this was normal.

However, the Child Abuse Pediatrician at Phoenix Children's, Dr. Cynthia Nelson, didn't see it that way. From her medical reports, it appears that once she saw the “triad” of symptoms associated with Shaken Baby Syndrome, she threw out the possibility of infection or anything else besides abuse being the the cause of Baby Keaton's symptoms.

DCS was called, and the Meissingers were accused of abusing Keaton by shaking him, and he was seized from them.

The family has been fighting to get him back ever since.

A juvenile court trial to determine dependency was set for early April, but in typical fashion, DCS has requested delay after delay. There were a couple of court dates in September, but the hearings are not complete. Most of the defense testimony has not yet been heard. The next court date is set for October 31.

A case worker argued that Keaton was developmentally delayed. The Guardian ad Litem promptly went to see him at his day care, and found that nothing the social worker said about his development was true. Photo provided by family.

Meanwhile, Briana Meissinger gave birth to a new baby this week. The parents had hoped that everything would be resolved by the time Baby Paxton would be born, and that DCS and the court would see that they didn't hurt Keaton, that instead he was sick.

The first hospital that saw Keaton saw no reason to suspect abuse. They believed that there was evidence of an infectious process, and they began treatment in line with that evidence. Other medical experts have looked at their case and come to a very difference conclusion than the doctors at Phoenix Children's and DCS.

In fact, in contrast with the Child Abuse Pediatricians, these experts take into account the entire symptom picture, not throwing out symptoms such as 3 days of fever, shrill, high-pitched crying, frequent leg tremors, and other symptoms such as the high white blood cell count.

The Child Abuse Pediatrician wrote in the records that the baby tested positive for enterovirus but that it was not the cause of Keaton's problems. Because he had the triad, it was “suspicious for abuse,” and other symptoms were thrown out the window as irrelevant. Because she suspected abuse, she rejected the possibility of infection, though meningitis was never truly ruled out.

Everything was seen from that point through the lens of abuse.

This is circular reasoning at its most insidious. The parents are deemed guilty because the doctor has interpreted the data as evidence of guilt. DCS and the family court system often makes no room for another interpretation of the facts.

During the course of the DCS case against the Meissingers, they and their attorneys thought at one point that they had all of the medical records. They were supposed to have them, and DCS told them that they had all the records. A representative of Phoenix Children's Hospital signed an affidavit that all of the records had been released to the family's attorneys.

However, some evidence, specifically some of the scans that DCS and Phoenix Children's Hospital said were evidence of abuse, were not included in the records they released. DCS said they do not consider medical imaging and scans to be part of the medical record, thus their practice is never to disclose them. This deprives the defense of being able to have them independently evaluated.

Circular Reasoning and Arrogance by Child Abuse Pediatricians

Attorneys for the couple filed an objection with sobering words about the arrogance that the decision represents:

DCS's position also presumes that the scans are subject to only one interpretation and PCH's report on the scan is conclusive to 100% accuracy.

That decision is not theirs to make.

If that is DCS's position, it is disingenuous at best and a misrepresentation to the Court at worst.

It is indicative of a factor common to almost every medical kidnapping case that we have covered involving Child Abuse Specialists: These doctors apparently expect that their verdict is the only possible conclusion.

As they work hand in hand with Child Protective Services, their testimony is elevated above any other evidence and is not to be challenged.

Dissenters are ridiculed and discredited. All other interpretations, even if they are more solidly aligned with scientific evidence, are rejected.

Social workers, attorneys, and judges are all expected to fall into line in giving one particular class of people – Child Abuse Pediatricians – the omnipotent ability to be judge and jury, boding no challenge or alternate interpretation of the evidence.

They are accountable to no one for their decisions, even if it leads to the destruction of an innocent family or the incarceration of an innocent parent.

A doctor with an agenda and a conflict of interest is allowed to unilaterally make decisions that rob children and parents of each other. Photo provided by family.

In countless cases across America, medical professionals who challenge the decisions of Child Abuse Pediatricians are ridiculed and discredited.

Judges have been known to ignore a dozen reports by various experts in favor of one report by a Child Abuse Pediatrician.

Yet these doctors are not qualified or trained as experts in the fields who are better suited to identify medical conditions that are not the result of abuse. They are not experts in radiology, infectious diseases, genetics, or neurology.

See:

Pediatric Child Abuse “Experts” are NOT Experts in Anything

Child Abuse Pediatricians Have Financial Motive to Kidnap Children

Attorneys for the Meissingers have discovered that taxpayers, through the Arizona Department of Children and Families, are paying financial incentives to Child Abuse Pediatricians to turn in parents for abuse. The hospitals get kickbacks of more than $800 per child.

Here is a price sheet for the Kids for Cash agreement between DCS and Phoenix Children's Hospital – the hospital that has been involved in more Medical Kidnap stories than any other hospital in the entire country:

Source: Phoenix Children's Hospital

There is ample evidence that the Meissinger's son Keaton suffered from a viral infection following vaccines. While the trial is not yet finished and all the testimony has not yet been heard, DCS social workers have proceeded as though Briana and Jordan Meissinger are guilty. There is no presumption of innocence until proven guilty with the agency.

Social workers presented a petition to a judge asserting their guilt as established fact though it is far from such.

The warrant says:

Due to the parents' continued denials about the cause of the injuries to Keaton, their home is an unsuitable environment for Baby Boy Meissinger.

Because they refuse to admit guilt, the social workers reasoned, the parents are guilty.

The warrant also states:

The parents have claimed the injuries to Keaton were the result of vaccines and/or viral infections but medical professionals have indicated Keaton's injuries could not have been sustained from vaccines or viral infections as suggested by the parents.

The social workers represent that the opinion of the Child Abuse Pediatrician at Phoenix Children's Hospital is the only valid one, while ignoring the fact that numerous doctors and medical experts assert that Keaton's injuries were, indeed, the result of a viral infection.

Thus, based on wrong information, Baby Paxton has been ordered by a judge to be taken from his parents.

In the course of “protecting” him, DCS is subjecting him to risks that began from the moment they tried to put him in a social worker's car at the hospital.

Paxton's father noticed that the car seat in her vehicle did not have the insert to protect a newborn's head. In order to protect his baby, he had to inform the worker that it was needed, and then he was the one who provided the insert for the social worker's car.

How You Can Help

A Facebook page was established by supporters when the family first began trying to get Keaton back called Bring Keaton Home. Now, as Briana and Jordan Meissinger work to get Paxton home as well, supporters want to continue to utilize Keaton's page for people to learn how they can help with getting both babies restored to their parents.

Governor Doug Ducey can be reached at 602-542-4331 or contacted here.

Greg McKay is the Director of DCS/CPS in Arizona. His office may be reached at 602-255-2500.

The Senator for the Meissingers' district is Senator Rick Gray. He is on the Health and Human Services Committee and may be reached at 602-926-5413 or contacted here.

The House Representative for their district is Representative David L. Cook. He may be reached at 602-926-5162 or contacted here.

Many Arizona parents are fed up with Phoenix Children's Hospital and DCS medically kidnapping children, and some of them are gathering together to rally in front of the hospital next Saturday, October 27, 2018. See the event page, Peace Rally – Against Medical Kidnapping on Facebook for more details.

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HYPNOTISED: A Jason Todd/Red Hood x OC Fan Fic

Summary: Snippets of a blossoming romance between Jason Tood/Red Hood and an original character (named Ima), with other DC characters in supporting roles. Jason falls for a waitress at a diner he frequents with his best friend, Roy Harper. When she is caught in the crossfire between him and Black Mask, he is determined to protect her at all costs. What he does not expect is her falling for him, too. And how much she becomes a part of his - and the Batfamily’s - life.  

** Not strictly canon. Romance + fluff + minor angst. A lot of Batfamily feels. Title from the Coldplay song. Currently 8 chapters long, each one to be posted separately due to length. Editing may occur, depending on inspiration. :) **

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight

Seven

He had been patrolling for sixteen hours straight and decided to take a much needed break. Well, partially. This was a stakeout. Three weeks had passed since the warehouse incident and not a day went by when he was not on Black Mask’s trail. The creep was becoming increasingly difficult to track, even for the Bat family’s standards, so he was patient with every lead, no matter how small.

And in spite of having already gathered a mountain of evidence, he was hungry for more, or at least enough to lock Black Mask and his crew away for far longer than the crooked justice system allowed. Enough so that, this time, the powerful Gothamites could no longer bear the shame of their alliances with him. This was personal.  

Bruce would be proud. He chuckled at the thought that he was being more “detective” than “brawler”. Maybe the old man did rub off on him, after all.

"She checks out." Speak of the…

He almost fell off the gargoyle he had been straddling atop one of Gotham's ancient banks. His favorite. With his helmet off, he was about to chomp on a braaibroodtjies, when a familiar black cape whooshed in beside him. Only a few people could sneak up on him like that, and they all belonged to one family.

"Wh-"

"That young African-American waitress you've been harboring in your safe house," Bruce said gruffly, eyes firmly planted on the streets below and setting up a scoping device on the concrete balcony within seconds using short, well-practiced motions. His swiftness would still put men half his age to shame.

"Wait, what? How'd you...?"

"Why does this still surprise you, Red Hood?"

Jason shook his head. This was Batman he was talking to.

"That's, um... good to know. Thanks."

"Although, I'm surprised you didn't look into her background yourself."

"I guess I've just been... preoccupied." He did not have it in him to admit the real reason for it: he felt wrong going behind her back like that. He trusted her, was maybe even in… never mind. He did not need to hear another lecture on how emotional attachments affect “the misson”.

“Hn.” Maybe he already figured it out, anyway.

"The bounty. Which is why you and Arsenal are working together again." It was not a question, rather a statement of fact.

Jason still had connections to the criminal underworld, which was how he had gotten wind of Black Mask’s ominous offer: his and Roy’s heads for a measly billion dollars each. How original. A death threat was nothing new to him. Neither was death itself. If anything, he was more worried about his best friend.    

"Yeah. Good ol' Roy. We've got an international rogues gallery after our asses.” How many superheroes could brag about that?

When Bruce remained silent, he continued. “So, I guess Luke filled you in on the warehouse incident.” This face-to-face conversation was long overdue, with Bruce having just come back from a mission with the new Justice League of America he was mentoring.

“You were careless.” What, no cigar for not dying that time?

“We improvised.” He had only been following Batman’s no-kill rule. He wanted to argue that showing mercy was what got them into that mess. But this was not the time to sass. “I’m surprised you didn’t sic your new Watchtower pals on us.” Okay, maybe just a bit.

"It looked like you two had it under control." Ha. Right. Wait, did he hear that right? Apparently, Jason was not the only one uncharacteristically trusting as of late.

“See, I’m not so sure about that anymore. This girl, Ima… She saw everything, Bruce. She didn’t mean to, had no idea the exchange was happening. She’s innocent, but I doubt that matters to a sociopath like Roman. There may not be a bounty on her head right now -”  

“He may want to deal with her himself.” Bruce’s assessment made him cringe. Over his dead-again body.

Bruce listened patiently as Jason gave him updates, while still monitoring a local pharmacy for any suspicious activity. Although he did not get an invitation to the stakeout, he was grateful that his former Robin did not push him away this time. In spite of having been openly welcomed back into the family, Jason kept his distance, haunted by his past mistakes. He had a hard time accepting their affection, believing he did not deserve it just yet. Knowing that made Bruce’s heart ache.

The last time he saw Jason smiling the way he was now, as if he had not a burden in the world, was before Joker… No. He wanted to tell his son that he was proud of him for having outgrown (most of) his demons, for having become so much more than he gave himself credit for. That he loved him. But there were more pressing matters at the moment. And he did not want to scare him away.  

“... And she and Roy are getting along really well now, which is great! Less headaches for me. Plus, I mean, it’s not like it’s hard to like her, y’know what I mean? She’s pretty, and silly, and - and -”

Jason felt his cheeks turn red. Shut up.

“So, yeah, she’s great,” Jason finished sheepishly. How long was he gushing?  

He cleared his throat before becoming serious once again. If Bruce were at all annoyed by the waste of time, the man sure hid it well. Wait, was he grinning?

Jason slowly ran his hand through his hair, and sighed. “I don’t mind being on the run. I’ve been doing it almost my entire adult life. It’s bad enough that Roy got dragged into it, too. Well, okay, no - he gets half of the blame. But, Ima? I don’t know how I’m supposed to protect her without keeping her a prisoner in that safe house. Her brother gets murdered in cold blood before her own eyes, and she can’t even visit his grave to mourn him. I’m sure she gets lonely, too. And if anything were to happen to me, I don’t know how I’ll be able to -”  

"She can stay."

" - keep her... What?"

"At the manor."

"The manor?"

"Indefinitely."

Jason was rendered speechless. Just like that?

"I'll trust her because I trust you, Jason. You've always had good instincts, only you used to act brashly upon them."

"Bruce, I'm -"

"Not that person anymore," the older man finished for him. "Besides, it could give you an excuse to drop by more often."

It took Jason all of two seconds trying to process what he had just been told, until the sound of a grappling hook whizzing past him brought him back to reality. The cowl and cape were gone. Classic Bruce.

Oh, the old man had conveniently left the scoping device, too.

"Thanks, B."