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Justice League: Question's Hard Drive Ch 7: Bad Moon Rising

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A little treat included in this chapter for anyone who likes their old-school rock music. And a little dive into Helena's past pre-Justice League...

Since their little heart-to-heart over when she could eventually disclose what her nightmares had been about, Question still found Helena spending the journey sitting quietly as he drove on down the freeway. Even after the reassurance he had given her, she still had that very strangely withdrawn expression, staring out at the vehicle lights passing through the darkness. He couldn’t believe he was thinking this, but Question felt unsettled by this change, even the lack of snarky, flirtatious comments Helena would always make. It could only imply just how badly her past had affected her, enough to reveal the cracks in her tough, battle-hardened Huntress persona; cracks that might, or possibly might not relate how her parents’ deaths had affected her. Question promptly reminded himself, concentrating on getting to the cinema, that he would eventually find out if this trauma was even related to her previous grudge on Steven Mandragora, or if it was something else entirely.

Soon a new decision popped into his head, though he was still afraid of how Helena might react. Glancing quickly at her as she peered out the window, he reached down for the radio. ‘Here goes.’ he thought, and with a click, the radio buzzed with static. Helena turned to Question, not staying anything as a newsman’s voice made it through all the noise. “ - another big day for Lex Luthor’s run for the presidency as he nets a huge donation from billionaire Cameron Kaiser! Mr Luthor brought Mr Kaiser onstage at his Gotham rally hailing the tycoon’s support as significant to his campaign!” Question just groaned at what he heard. Helena just raised an eyebrow at him. Definitely not what he had been hoping for. “ - Of course the endorsement has drawn mixed responses over Kaiser’s past when he briefly served a prison sentence for insurance fraud and an incident with Gotham’s most dangerous criminal genius, the Joker. But Luthor was adamant that Kaiser had only left prison a better man on the path to redemption, which he has made into a strong message for his campaign itself. And we’ll have further developments about the presidential race following a little oldie but goldie and tonight, it looks like there’s a bad moon on the rise…”

The next thing Question and Helena heard was the funky intro to a certain 1960s rockabilly tune. As the rhythm broke out, Question grew too embarrassed to even know what to do or say. Helena’s facial expression stayed unreadable. Then the singing started.

‘I see the bad moon a-risin’! I see trouble on the way!

I see earthquakes and lightnin’! I see bad times today!’

As the echoey lyrics and retro groove blared on, Question waited for Helena to protest, ready to kill the music if she did so.

‘Don’t go around tonight! It’s bound to take your life!

There’s a bad moon on the rise!’

Question’s hand was at the button for off, before he caught sight of the corners of Helena’s mouth twitching. Her eyes glinted in what seemed like amusement.

‘I hear hurricanes a-blowin’! I know the end is comin’ soon!

I fear rivers overflowin’! I hear the voice of rage and ruin!’

“Ah, sorry - ” Question went nervously over the music, but Helena’s hand slipped over his hand very gently. “Don’t be…” she replied, her stare laced with that romantic thrill he remembered from when they had been having dinner. “You mean you - you want it?” Question couldn’t tell if he was hearing her correctly. “Baby doll, I think we just found our song…” Helena was giving him that sweet smile, her eyes soft with endearment.

‘Don’t go around tonight! It’s bound to take your life!

There’s a bad moon on the rise, alright!’

For Question, this change in Helena’s mood was pretty welcome, the song clearly livening the journey up. “Then our song it’ll be.” he agreed, and pumped his foot on the gas pedal as the track broke into its catchy guitar solo. The increase in the car’s speed, accompanied by the tune, made Helena smile even wider as she watched Question drive. His sporty-looking automobile gliding through the traffic at night with that 60s beat thrumming away made for quite a spectacle. ‘Always the eccentric charm…’ Helena contentedly thought to herself.

‘Hope you’ve got your things together! Hope you are quite prepared to die!

Looks like we’re in for nasty weather! One eye is taken for an eye!’

“You know, Q, this little number’s got you written all over it.” Helena commented, lightly boogying to the song. “Really?” Question dryly asked with a small tilt of the head. “Oh come on.” Helena snorted. “All that Armageddon, end-of-the-world talk, it’s like this band wrote it with you in mind.” “I guess I should look into them about that…” Question suggested, mainly to humour her. “Now don’t be petty, Q.” Helena teased and leaned in, kissing his cheek, which he didn’t mind at all. “I might start blaring a vinyl of this through our flat if things get too boring.” “Wonderful…” grumbled the long-suffering Question.

‘Well, don’t go around tonight! It’s bound to take your life!

There’s a bad moon on the rise!’

Don’t go around tonight! It’s bound to take your life!

There’s a bad moon on the rise!’

On the last guitar chord, Helena sat back and relaxed as the newsman’s voice returned. “And that was ‘Bad Moon Rising,’ that funky folk rock number by the rootin’ tootin’ Creedence Clearwater Revival who remain a favourite, particularly of those of you who know your 60s and 70s. Please, stay tuned as we bring further reports on - ”

Although she was looking forward to the movie and was very much cheered by the song, Helena still found it hard to stay this way. Those memories from back at the restaurant were just waiting for the next ripe opportunity to stab at her heart once again. She turned from the view of the city buildings to her date himself who was getting her to the cinema. For over a minute, she fought to make a decision on what to say. The radio commentary went by in multiple garbled voices, before Question heard Helena’s soft voice. “Q, I’m going to tell you everything.” Hands still on the wheel and foot on the gas, Question didn’t look back at her. Was that in his head? “You’re - now?” he asked disbelievingly. He hadn’t wanted to force Helena into doing so. “I don’t want us to go on with our date unless I’ve got it all off my chest.” Helena insisted, turning to him to emphasise her point. “Well, I know-” Question could tell where she was coming from, but he still felt a little ashamed that he might have imposed all this upon her. “I don’t want to have made you - well - intimidated you into - ” “Q, I know what you mean.” Helena stated with a look of understanding on her attractive face, which had no mask, either the one she wore as Huntress or her emotional one, to hide her thoughts from her admirer. “I am ready for us to share this secret.” Question’s head inched her way, but turned back to the view of the highway. “You don’t want to wait till after the movie?” he suggested. “No, I won’t be able to enjoy the rest of our date until all of this is out of the way.” Helena reminded him, clearly unwilling to back out. “If anything happens to either of us, I just want you to know in case…” Her heart nearly sank at the very idea of losing Question. Even if she were unarmed, she would pull her enemies’ arms from their sockets if it meant protecting him. But what if Question made it out, but lost her? “Just…let me do this for you. I owe it to you for helping me with Mandragora.” “Okay, Helena.” Question’s deep, mysterious voice gusted through the dark-haired woman’s ears and she stared at him, even as he stared out at the road ahead. “I’m listening.” That was all Helena needed, before she thought back to that particular stage in her life. “All right.” she answered, the emotion her lightly husky voice weighed down by all the burden of her past. Casting her eyes on the vehicles shooting on through the night, Helena prepared herself. “It started a few years ago. I wasn’t long into my gig as Huntress, but wasn’t yet recruited into the Justice League. I was hot on Mandragora’s trail, following a few tips and breadcrumbs here and there, until I made it to Gotham City…”

A few years ago...

In a recently-purchased apartment, a relatively decent, clean place with greyish-white walls and a row of tall windows overlooking office blocks and some of Gotham’s grander buildings, Helena Bertinelli was laying low to plan her crusade against the vile Steven Mandragora. One cool, clear afternoon, she had set up a pair of large black cylindrical tackling dummies on a gym mat in her living area. For several minutes she was throwing punches and karate chops at these dummies on either side of her. Grunting and yelling through her combat practice, she twirled in a number of roundhouse kicks with all the swiftness her athletics had earned her, her bare feet pounding into the rubber the way a nightstick would bludgeon a person. Her goal, to kill Mandragora where he stood for her parents’ deaths, sent electricity angrily buzzing through her body that she was personally forging into a dangerous weapon. After some more thrusting of fists and legs, Helena rolled herself down into a handstand and kicked one foot forward, the other behind so she caught both dummies. “Hyah!” With her biceps holding her up as firmly as a pair of steel girders, Helena instantly glanced at the framed photo sitting on the surface of the dining table. Halfway through landing her feet back on the mat to position herself in a cat-like crouch, she couldn’t help but take in the image of herself, when she was a young, pretty girl in an elegant purple dress happily sitting in her beautiful mother’s lap, the older lady classily dressed in a white gown capped with a gold necklace and her raven hair flowing in rich tresses. Laying a strong hand on the young Helena’s small shoulder was her father in one of his favourite black tuxes, the scar over his right eye and down the side of his square-jawed face serving as a story to tell of the close encounters he had gone through with all sorts of opponents. All of this, Helena’s world, all of it had been crushed under Steven Mandragora’s fists! Swallowing, she drew in a harsh breath and prepared herself to spring for one of the dummies. ‘God bless you, mother, and father.’ she prayed in her head. ‘Trust me, your little Helena’s gonna make you proud…’

The high-pitched bleeping of her cell phone punctured her train of thoughts, causing her to instantly drop her stance. An exasperated Helena sat herself down on the mat and crossed her legs in a lotus position. Her vibrating phone was sitting on the floor beside where she had been practising, making it easy for her to reach it. Helena picked it up and put it to her ear. “Hello?” She listened to the voice on the other end, staying in her yoga pose. “Yes, sir, uh, principle.” she responded. “Sure. Everything’s set. I called Miss Gordon. Yeah, I’ll be there to take the kids. Yeah…they’ll enjoy it there, I’m sure. Not at all, sir. Thank you, sir. See you then.” Ending the call, she placed the phone down before rising to her feet .

Sparing another wistful glance at her childhood self in the photo, Helena contemplated the two lives she was leading since her parents’ deaths. By day she had high school students to teach English. By night, this teacher had justice to serve and scores to settle. Like that ‘Dark Knight’ guy everyone here in Gotham was talking about. Yes, Helena knew well that people were comparing her to…whoever that masked man was. After making a mug of coffee, she sat on her couch and looked out at the calm, sleepy streets below. She had no interest in partnering with Gotham’s own local hero. He held back too much. Helena sipped her drink, thinking back to the news she had seen of him and those kids, his so-called ‘family’ beating up madmen and robbers who they would hand over to the cops to lock away. She found it distasteful, the way they called themselves ‘caped crusaders’ and yet handled even the most psychotic criminals with such kid gloves. For their own sake, they would do well to stay out of her way when she located Mandragora.

Hours later, when the sky over Gotham started to darken, Helena looked out at the sun rays faintly shining orange over the surrounding buildings. She headed into her bedroom and kneeled down, pulling open one of the drawers under her bed. Out of this drawer she lifted her mask, magenta with a metallic sheen, white lenses shaped like scowling eyes and horn-like prongs adding to its imposing design. Helena stared down at it, her past stoking her grief and rage like fire. The messages she had intercepted and discussions among criminal networks she had spied on would all culminate with this one moment, her against Mandragora, a moment that would end with one walking away alive, the other lying stone dead. It left Helena in a state of melancholy how she was mainly leading this life because of that one night at her family estate. Evening was already closing in, and it was time to continue the hunt. ‘Ready or not, Mandragora…’ Helena thought as she reached another hand into the drawer. ‘Here I come.’

A black-gauntleted fist bashed into the stubbly jaw of a bald man in a brown leather jacket. A frightened brunette girl in a green hoodie lay on the ground staring up at her rescuer who had leapt seemingly out of the shadows of the small alley. Dazed from the punch, the thug turned back to the woman glaring at him through her mask’s lenses.

Outfitted in a black crop top, matching bikini bottoms and tall high-heeled boots, the holster at her waist and her flowing cape coloured in the same striking magenta as her mask, Huntress raised her fists and parted her bare legs in preparation for the fistfight to come.

“Do excuse me if I make the streets a little safer for girls at night.” she taunted the thug who grew very angry at being challenged in this way. “I make girls like you PAY for messin’ with me!” The thug threw himself bodily at his attacker, the young girl he had been after screaming in fright.

Huntress swung a foot in a karate kick that caught the man’s chest with one great smack! This got a gasp of pain from him, the girl gasped at what she had seen the mysterious woman do. Though he stumbled back, the man only snarled and lunged his hands forward to grab Huntress, who threw herself into a somersault over his head! Landing right behind the confused thug, she snatched him by his jacket collar, yanked him towards herself and headbutted him in his angry face! Howling as he clung to where she had just battered him, the thug had no intention of either surrendering or fleeing for safety. “You…I’m gonna -” He reached out for Huntress while keeping his left hand over his sore face, but she just wove straight past him and caught his right arm in both hands. “LET GO OF - ” The thug and Huntress wrestled with one another furiously, pulling and straining back and forth in the confines of the alley. All the girl could do was huddle up in fear against the wall, wondering how this was going to end. With a warlike yell, Huntress bent the thug’s arm. CRACK! The resulting sound got the thug screaming in agony. Huntress saw her chance, putting the sole of her boot to his stomach and shoving him to the ground flat on his back. Desperate to bring this woman down, the man caught her round the leg with his still-working left hand. “AGH! After this I swear I’ll -” Huntress just crashed her knee down onto his jaw, sandwiching his head painfully up against the stone! By now his injuries had become too much and all he could do was wail, the girl simply shocked at all this. “It’ll be alright, kid…” Huntress told her, pressing her knee against the thug’s head. The girl could only watch as this vigilante tortured the man groaning and whining under her weight. “Now get going, quick. I want to have a little word with this scum.” Being so afraid of both the man who had attacked her, and to an extent, the woman who had just come to her aid, the girl picked herself up and ran down the alley to find help.

With the girl out of the way, Huntress glared down at the man she was keeping pinned to the ground, listening to his panicked cries. “Okay, punk…” she started, her knee like a vice over his head. “A while ago I heard you and your gang at that club back there having a pretty interesting discussion, before you decided to go after that defenceless girl for your own sick amusement.” “Take your - AGH! Take your knee off my head, you filthy little - ” The thug’s furious shouting became a cry of fear when Huntress drew her purple crossbow out of her holster, the tip of its arrow pointed squarely at his face. “Don’t even go there…” Huntress harshly warned, keeping the weapon steady and a finger on the trigger as her opponent shivered under her. “One of your pals mentioned someone I’m looking for.” Hearing all this, the thug found himself torn between two options. Either he could try to throw this woman off him and brutalise her for humiliating him and breaking his right arm, or he could spill so he would at least survive and see another day, particularly when he had a crossbow bolt hovering in front of his bruised face. “Uh…Uhh…” Whether he was intending to shout at her again or cooperate, Huntress’ rage bubbled to the surface even as she kept her knee on him. “Come on!” she barked instantly, the arrow ready to pierce the thug’s face. “Tell me what you were saying about Steven Mandragora, or I’ll - ” “Our boss!” the thug burbled, his skull feeling as though it could crack like an egg any second. At this, Huntress moved her knee, her crossbow still trained on his face. “Your boss…?” she repeated, giving him a sceptical look from under her mask’s lenses. “Our - our boss - our boss, he, he’s meetin’ up with this Mand - Mandr - Mandragora guy…” the thug confessed and slumped his head back, the fight well and truly taken out of him. “They’re talkin’ about - about a…about a partnership! Our group, we’re - we’re - plannin’ - plannin’ somethin’ major, somethin’ that’ll impress Man - Mandragora!” Huntress listened with a scowl as the thug explained this like a misbehaving boy who had to own up to his actions to his parents. “The boss - the boss wants - he wants Mandragora to…to cut him in on the action!” he weakly continued. “He wants a place in - in whatever Mandragora has planned! That’s all I know! Look - I just - I just do the things they tell me to do!” Huntress curled her lip contemptuously at how this brute lay there coming undone in such a pathetic fashion right after he had terrorised that poor girl. When she heard footsteps down the alley, the vigilante got to her feet. “Thank you. Now that you’ve been of some help, let’s hope your prison cell has cable.” Huntress aimed her crossbow over her head, fired a grappling bolt and went whooshing up to the rooftops, where she disappeared. “Aw, no! Not prison! You can’t do this! I’m innocent, I tell ya!” the thug shouted, but his broken arm and other bodily injuries prevented any chance he had of getting up and escaping.

A man in a blue cap and trousers and grey jacket, a police officer, appeared beside a stern dark-haired woman in grey trousers and brown holster shoulder straps over her black shirt. Both were being led by the girl the thug had chased. “That’s him! He grabbed at me while I was walking home!” the girl told the two officers, pointing down at the man. “Okay, you know the drill.” the older woman, Renee Montoya, said to the cop who marched towards the thug. “No! She’s a dirty li’l liar! It’s not true! I never grabbed nobody!” the thug ranted, too weak to fight off the cop clapping handcuffs around his wrists. Montoya, a seasoned detective and one of the few reliable officers in Gotham’s Police Department, noticed the bruising on the thug’s face and how limp his right arm looked. “Doesn’t he look a little roughed up?” she asked the girl as the cop pulled the struggling criminal down the alley. “A woman in a mask, she appeared out of nowhere and protected me from him.” the girl answered, which got Montoya raising her eyebrows. “Yeah, might she have been a friend of a certain Dark Knight?” “I don’t know. Probably. But she really pounded the living heck out of the guy. For a minute I thought she was going to kill him.” the girl explained nervously. Montoya frowned at just how brutal this woman sounded. Whoever she was, she didn’t sound like someone from ‘his’ camp, unless one of them had gone crazy and he wasn’t paying much attention. “Well, at least she stopped short of doing that. And you’re safe, that’s what ma - ” Montoya was interrupted by the buzz of the radio on her belt, then a gruff male voice with a strong New Jersey accent called out, “Bullock to Montoya! Come in, Montoya!” “Excuse me, kid.” Montoya told the girl and pressed a finger to her radio. “Go ahead, Bullock.” “We need you back here. They got a possible lead.” the man on the other end informed her. “They’re anticipatin’ some big mob-related activity any minute.” “I’ll be there pronto, Bullock.” Montoya assured him. “Look, don’t take long.” Bullock was urging her. “Sources say this could be somethin’ major-league. Even the commish has got the jitters.” Montoya huffed at this. “Come on, kid.” She turned to the girl and led her on. “I’ll just walk you home, then I gotta get back to it. Duty calls, you know.” Glad to have the extra protection, the girl followed Montoya out of the alley, though she curiously glanced behind her where that woman in the cape and mask had first appeared. Who was she?

Elsewhere, Helena was walking down more of Gotham’s bleak, forbidding alleys. Except now she was now out of her Huntress mask, gloves, cape and boots. With the information she had handily got from the thug back there, she had put on a sharp-looking dark purple jacket over one of her seductively short black turtleneck minidresses with matching stiletto heels. Completing her undercover attire was a pair of earrings that each hung a tiny silver crucifix, a show of her Catholic faith. Holding her favourite satchel over her shoulder, she stayed alert for any figures that could pose the slightest threat. No matter how frighteningly claustrophobic the litter-strewn alleys looked, Helena strode on in the directions that would lead her that much closer to her goal. There would be more stepping stones before she found Steven Mandragora, but now she could see the pieces of the puzzle coming together.

When she saw the next alley from across, Helena headed up to the double doors of the very same club where she had spied on those men. She could hear raucous guitar music pounding continuously from inside. ‘Here goes…’ she told herself.

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As the music inside drowned out the clicking of her heels, she pushed her way through the doors into the seedy, dark space that was barely lit up by a reddish-purple glow. There were several people, tough-looking men and simpering women with glasses and bottles of alcohol crowded around tables and slot machines. The rock music screamed and roared on through Helena’s ears, but she put on her most innocent, airy smile in order to blend in. Sashaying past menacing goons who either leered at her or at other women, or just went on drinking, two of them at a table locked in an arm-wrestling match, she peered around the place hoping to find any of those other men she had overheard. Once she got to the bar where a short balding man in an apron and round spectacles sorted through some glasses, Helena took one of the tall seats and placed some dollar bills onto the counter. “Your driest martini, pal.” she requested. The bartender got out a bottle, filling a glass and adding a lemon slice before passing it to Helena who grinned in appreciation. Just as she took a sip, the rock tune still hammering on through the club, Helena noticed the bartender freezing and glancing past her. “>Huh-hum< S’cuse me, miss…” There was a British cockney accent in the male voice behind her instead of the expected American one. Rotating her seat with martini in hand, Helena looked up with that ever-innocent smile of hers at the tall, broad-shouldered man in a charcoal grey leather jacket, a black vest and blue jeans. It was one of the men she had eavesdropped on! He was staring down at her with a slightly suspicious expression on his strong-jawed face, his hair and sideburns shaven down to the barest stubble. “Y’do know this club’s private, right?” He seemed like he was trying to get her to leave without coming across as aggressive. “Oh, sorry, sir.” Helena responded, widening her smile and putting a hand to her chest to keep up her ‘brainless beauty’ facade. “I just - I - didn’t see any sign saying private in the first place. I swear I shan’t cause any trouble…” She sipped her martini as the British-accented man towered over her. “Yeah, well,” he started, thinking of what to say next. “I’m afraid there’s some delicate stuff - I - I mean - ” He stopped and Helena put her glass to her lips when she caught the little slip-up. ‘Delicate stuff…good, good…’ she thought, crossing her legs which she hoped would catch the Brit’s eye and give her an advantage over him. “I mean, it ain’t safe for you ‘ere, ma’am. Know wot I mean?” he explained awkwardly. Helena couldn’t let this man send her out, or she would lose Mandragora’s trail. But she also couldn’t risk making a wrong move and drawing too much attention to herself. “Relax, big guy…” she sweetly replied, lifting a hand and lightly poking the Brit in his wide chest, which did catch him slightly off-guard. “I always hang out in places like this. Besides, I’m starting to get a little comfy here…” For good measure, she traced her hand along her thigh and watched the Brit dropping his gaze downwards. “I - uh - well I think - ” He was trailing off, though it seemed he was still determined to see her out. “I dunno, I’ll ‘ave to ‘ave a word with -”

“What’s going on, Lonny?” Another man’s voice, American-accented and younger this time, broke through the screams of guitar music and the chatter from the crowd.

It was another one of the men Helena had spied on. This one was tall and angular, possibly in his thirties if not late twenties. He had that classic ‘bad boy’ look about him, the way he wore his tar-black hair in a slick pompadour with a brown leather jacket, a purple polo shirt and black trousers. Lonny, the Brit, turned to this other man while Helena listened. “Well, you see, this lady ‘ere, she just came in without no permission. I’m just tryin’ ter let her know it’s priva - ” “It’s all right, Lonny, I got this.” the other man smoothly reassured him, turning to Helena who got a good look at his long-chinned face that featured an arrogant smirk and shockingly chiselled cheekbones. Those cheekbones made his face look as if it had been sculpted from marble. “Come on, guys, can’t a girl finish her pretty expensive martini?” she pleaded, shooting him and Lonny her most alluring look with pursed lips and eyelids lowered. The younger man with the cheekbones and pompadour (‘Elvis’ she decided to call him) clearly liked what he saw as his dark eyes hungrily took in the sight of this woman in a tight little minidress reclining in her seat, her jacket drooping around her so he could catch a hint of her upper arms and those crucifix earrings serving to sweeten the deal. “Better idea: why not have yourself an extra glass,” he proposed, settling down into the seat next to her and slapping some money onto the bar. “On me.” Then he said to the bartender, “And my usual.” Lonny grew confused at this. “But - but Par - ” “That’ll be all, thank you, Lonny.” the young man interrupted as the bartender placed a second martini and a beer bottle in front of him and Helena. Helena keenly observed ‘Elvis’ take the bottle for himself and move the other martini towards her.

“Sorry about him. It’s not very often we get such a hot chick showing up at our little joint.” Aware of how guys like him had a habit of addressing her in this fashion, Helena gave this man a smirk of her own in order to appear flattered. “Believe me, tiger, you’ll find this chick’s more than just a pretty face…” Acting all laid-back, she rested an arm against the bar and sipped her martini. This got Elvis himself turning from his beer to the raven-haired woman whose company he seemed to really enjoy. “Indulge me, then, sweetie. What other nice little…assets do you squeeze in that tight little dress of yours?” Keeping herself from choking on her drink at that…turn of phrase, Helena tilted her head and stretched her lips into a wider smile to give the impression that his words amused her. “Well, I happen to have a few…connections.” She needed to drop a word or two that could get Elvis hooked. At least then she could compel him to spill any secrets he might be holding. “Will any of these…connections get mad that you’re hanging around the bar with me?” he asked partially in jest. Helena sipped from her glass and thought quickly. “Not bad, honey, but a relative of mine did some, well, business if you like, with Rupert Thorne.” Deciding this little namedrop would do nicely, she made sure to frown. “We’ve had to move on since then, what with that lunatic in the mask and cape, and all the other costumed animals trashing this city as we know it.”

“Rupert Thorne, huh?” Elvis repeated with a certain amount of interest. “And what’s it to you?” Helena teased, hoping this was going the way she thought it was. “Not to worry, cutie.” Elvis arrogantly told her. “In a few short days, things in Gotham will be off to a fresh start.” “Fresh start? Do tell.” Helena persuaded, putting her glass to her lips. “Gladly. So tomorrow night, my uncle’s got me leading a little operation.” Elvis explained, taking a glug from his beer. “It’s gonna be a big one. After that, things are gonna change around here. See, babe, all those fedoras and Chicago typewriters are ‘Number 1 Ancient History street.’ Gotham City’s future lies in the very latest stuff, like what those masked geeks use, only we’re more daring, we have guts. Oh, and expect a bit of blood and guts along the way. When we get started, minds are gonna be blown, if our guns don’t blow ‘em first.” Listening to this psychopath loftily monologue about this bright future of his, Helena knew she had to steer the discussion to a certain name. “Wow. Can’t wait to hear about it…” she replied dryly and took another sip of her martini. Leaning towards the long-chinned Elvis lookalike, she decided to reel him even further in. “If you’d like, I could speak with my connections, see what they think if you succeed in this job, and they could soon have a little proposition in store for your uncle.” Elvis lifted an eyebrow and faced her with his continuous smirk. “A girl with some mob blood in her. I like it…” he drawled, his fingers dangling the beer bottle by its rim. Helena grinned back, when in reality she was simply anxious to have her parents’ killer in her sights and pull the trigger of her crossbow already. But she needed to keep this going just a little longer first. “Well, tiger, I always have an eye for business.” “In more ways than one, huh, babe?” Elvis purred, his ogling nearly causing Helena’s stomach to twist. But this wasn’t the time to feel disturbed. It was now or never. “There is one name I have…special interest in.” she mentioned as she prepared another sip of her drink. “Special interest? Do go on…” Elvis urged, hunched at the bar. It freaked Helena out how he looked like some predatory animal about to pounce. “You haven’t heard of a…Steven Mandragora, have you?” Helena questioned carefully, lightly holding her breath. “Heh, small underworld, huh?” Elvis responded smoothly as ever. The sounds of head-banging music and the crowd’s chatter came close to spoiling Helena’s focus. “You’re in luck actually. He’s meeting up with my uncle in a few days.” the man explained, which got her silently breathing out in relief. “A lot’s riding up on this job tomorrow. We’re already building a massive fortune, some of it from what the old gangs lost, thanks to those knights in long underwear.” He tipped the bottle to his mouth then smacked his lips at the refreshing flavour of beer. “All we have to do is pull off the mission and Mandragora himself will be sitting down to dinner with my uncle. From there, there’ll be a new boss in town.”

Helena now decided she had this sucker right where she wanted him, and in a short while, he’d lead her to the other sucker who killed her parents. Putting down her now empty glass, she raised the one Elvis had ordered her. “Well, to a fresh start.” she replied. Elvis clinked his bottle against hers and they both swigged their drinks. “I don’t suppose you’d care to tell me where I can meet up with you tomorrow?” Helena then asked, gauging the oily-haired gangster for a reaction. “It’s a date, honey-bun.” he agreed with that simpering stare, which she was trying her best not to put her fist through. “The Jack C. Grissom building, down Palance Avenue, 11pm.” Helena winked at him and pointed at him with the same hand with which she was holding her martini. “Gotcha.” Then she tipped her glass to her lips. She hoped to catch this guy when he was executing whatever tomorrow’s plan was, but she might need his next location if she failed.

Just then a black man with a short beard and a grey hoodie came into the club and went up to Lonny who was playing on a slot machine. Something the man said to Lonny got him gaping back in shock before he strode up to where his boss was still trying to smooth-talk Helena. “And what may I - Ugh! What is it now, Lonny?” Elvis demanded in annoyance, whipping his head back to his right-hand man. “It’s Wade! The coppers got ‘im! He’s ‘ad an arm broken and they’re marchin’ ‘im to the station.” Lonny explained worriedly. “Chill out, Lonny.” Elvis interrupted, looking away from the Brit. “I’m sure we didn’t tell him too much about tomorrow. They won’t get jack out of him.” Helena tried to hide her amused smirk, knowing exactly what they were on about. Lonny looked apprehensive over how Elvis so casually dismissed the news. “Uh, you sure? I think -” “Tomorrow goes as planned.” Elvis abruptly insisted, his back to the cockney goon. “Can’t a guy talk business with a hot babe? Get back to partying or something.” Helena watched as Lonny tried to argue further. Eventually he walked away, returning to the slot machine he had been playing on. “Where was I? Oh, yeah,” Elvis continued, sipping from his glass before smiling at Helena flirtatiously. “So what may I call you, gorgeous?” Getting into character with her sweetest, sloppiest grin, Helena delicately sipped her drink. “The name’s Amy. Amy Casamento.” She couldn’t let this guy connect her either to Huntress or her civilian identity. At least using her mother’s maiden name would make her alias sound believable enough. “And you are…?” With his eyes hooded suggestively, the ‘bad boy’ leaned back against the bar and took a swig of his beer. “Call me Paris.” he answered, purplish-red light dancing across the side of his thin face. “Paris Franz.”

Chapter 6

Chapter 8: TBC

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 1 year ago

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A little slap and ticket

A/N = I was at a soccer game the other day and this Sheriff came walking out to the crowd. Wellll, I was shamelessly ogling him. He had the gun strapped to his right thigh, the thing practically riding up into his crotch. It was so fucking hot. And then of course, my stupid ass brain was like "Write something about Toji!". So, here you go baby birds. Open up and accept what I am offering your little eyes today.

C/W = Slight abuse of power, Oral {F->M}, P->V, driving poorly, annnnd my favorite, overuse of italics! Enjoy!

WC = 2,001

COMMENTS, REBLOGS AND LIKES ARE APPRECIATED!

It was just after midnight and your boyfriend just told you he's fucking someone else and he wants to break up with you.

Like he had any leverage at this point. The fact he said he was breaking up with you was beyond your comprehension.

"Eat a bag of dicks. I don't care who breaks up with who, but I never want to see your stupid fucking face again. Throw anything I left here away."

You got in your car and sped off down the road. Almost clipping the parked car in front of his apartment building. "Fucking motherfucker. Hope he dies from syphilis. No no no, I hope his dick falls off when he's fucking her and, and - Whatever," you sobbed.

Your eyes were so full of tears for that asshole that you were having trouble seeing the road. And you were driving about 30 miles over the posted speed limit.

But you just didn't care. You wanted to get home and rid your space of anything that useless fuck ever gave you.

On the freeway, you swerved in and out of the minimal traffic that was out at this hour and got off at the main road to drive out to your little country house.

You didn't see the Sheriff as you blew through the stop sign.

But he saw you.

You hit about 85 on the barely paved road. Dust clouds plumed up behind your car, lit up by your brake lights only when you saw the Sheriff's SUV lights flash on and turned everything in the night red and blue.

The siren blasted into the air. "Fuck, that's so fucking *sniff*, fucking loud." You were still crying about your boy- ex boyfriend. And now you're getting pulled over.

"Goddamn it. Could this day get ANY better." You said sarcastically. Turning the radio down and reaching for your insurance and driver's license, you lowered your window to the man standing outside of your car.

"License and reg-"

"Here. Here's everything. Just take it." You shoved the information into the Sheriff's hand.

He bent down, his hand resting on where the door and the car meet.

"You uh, you having a bad night, sweetheart? You should know driving like this will always get you pulled over." He chuckled.

"Yeah, my night's been shit. Can you just ticket me and let me go, hm?" You finally locked your sights with him, seeing just how attractive he was. His green eyes looking back into yours. Fuck.

"No, I can't just 'ticket you and let you go'. There's a process to these things, princess. Pipe down and sit tight. Jesus."

He walked back to the SUV and you'd be damned if you didn't find yourself staring at his ass in his dark green pants.

He had a strap that went around his upper right thigh into his crotch. It looked uncomfortable and it looked sexy. His gun wobbled as he walked.

"Seriously." You said to yourself. "I just got dumped and I'm eye-fucking a cop. Cute, y/n. Real ... fucking cute. Asshole is going to give me a fat ass ticket, too."

He was gone for about 5 minutes.

And when he came back to your window, he had a smirk on his face.

"You know you have a broken taillight?"

You jerked up in your seat. "Um, no, no I don't. I don't have any damage to my car."

He opened your car door and gestured for you to get out and join him.

His stature towered over yours. You're not all that small, per se. But he was ... very large.

Everywhere.

The two of you walked to the back end of your car and he said so nonchalantly, "See? Right there."

"Where? I don't see any-" he pulled out his gun and bashed out your left taillight. "What the FUCK are you doing!"

"I told you, your taillight was busted. You had to be a little shit princess and be rude to me, didn't you? There are people in life you never want to piss off: People who bring you food. People who prepare your taxes. People who do work on your body, doctors, dentists and tattoo artists. And ... people ... like ... me. And you kinda pissed me off, girly."

"Yeah but you don't just go around breaking other people's shit! What's your name?"

"Name's Toji. But you can call me Officer Fushiguro. Or maybe Officer Toji. Say them both. I want to hear how they both sound coming off that little smart ass tongue of yours." He looked at you like he was waiting for you to actually say the words.

"What? Oh, oh my god. You really expected me to try those both out? Ffff ... Fuck you. Ok? How does that sound. Jesus. I can't believe you did this to my car!"

"Welp, what's done's done, princess. Don't know what else to tell ya." He drew a literal line in the ground. "You should pick this up. I don't wanna have to ticket you for littering, too."

You stood straight up and off of the car and took a few steps toward him. "TOO??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'TOO'?"

"Is this not your car?" He ran the tip of his tongue over the scar on the right side of his lips and smiled at you.

So handsome. Cocky bastard.

"Yeah. It is my car. But you're the one who smashed my light out! Why the fuck am I getting ticketed for both when the only thing I did was reckless driving?" As soon as you said it you regretted it.

"Oh damn, I almost forgot that, too. Thanks, doll." He pulled out his ticket book and a pen and began scribbling something on the carbon paper.

"You're a real asshole. You know that?" You kicked at the broken pieces of red plastic in the dirt and started crying quietly. "Whatever. I'll get it fixed tomorrow. Just give me the ticket so I can get home."

He looked at you and felt something. Something ... guilt? No. Nothing like that. His pants felt uncomfortably tight. The strap up around his thigh was suffocating him. He was hard. Your crying was getting him hard.

"Why in the hell are you cryin' like that? Huh? I'm not gonna give you a ticket for driving like a dumbass. But I gotta do something here."

You laughed incredulously. "Yeah, thanks for - for bashing my light out. You're a real gem."

"Look here, you little shit, this can go a whole lot differently if you want it to. Ah, fuck! Stop ... stop fuckin' crying like that."

A breath later you stopped and looked at him. "Why?"

He grabbed his bulging cock with his hand and shook it against his body. "Because this! Y'makin' me fuckin' hard. Sissyin' around like that. Goddamn it. You know what? Just go. Fuck the tickets. Fuck your broken light. Just go. I have your address now. I'll mail you the papers with the court date."

"You ‘have my address now’? Are you threatening me, officer Fushiguro?" You stopped crying at this point. Realizing what effect you had on this man by just shedding a few tears and whining. And your piece of shit ex wasn't anywhere near the forefront of your thoughts now.

"Darlin', don't. Don't test me right now. Don't play your stupid games with me. I give stupid prizes." He looked almost like he was grimacing in the shadows the lights on his vehicle were casting across the space.

"Oh no, officer Fushiguro. Are you ... Are you getting a little too big for your britches?"

He took a step toward you and grabbed your arm. "Stop talking. You're startin' to piss me off."

You could feel his grip on you. It was firm on your shoulders. He was inches from your face. His eyes wide in the darkness, you were unable to see the beautiful green they were before. You couldn't anyway, with how big his pupils had blown out.

"Oh my god, officer. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad." Your voice was shaking. He was scaring you, just enough. But it was turning you on. The way he was holding you was making you wet. You could feel it in your panties.

"You know, you're really fucking pretty when you cry. I should have done this earlier. But ... fuck."

He pulled out his walkie-talkie and talked into it. "Hey, I'm gonna be on break for a little while. You okay without me for a bit?"

There was a crackly voice on the other end. "Yeah, we got it handled. I'll radio you if we need ya. Over."

He put the walkie back on his belt and then did something you couldn't believe.

He pulled his pants down, letting his cock bob free.

The gun he had strapped to his thigh held strong. You wanted to undo it, but it scared you a little to be touching a gun like that. It made your panties even wetter.

"Holy shit, officer. Are you-"

"Just, fuckin' stop. Get on your knees, princess. You're gonna suck my cock until I cum all over your pretty face." He gripped his dick and slapped it against your lips.

"Mmm. Please, no." You were so turned on that your words held no sincere weight. You wanted this to happen. You could feel the damp spot in your jeans.

"Nah, I think you want this more than I do." He pulled your hair and shoved his cock into your mouth. He was salty and it was thick. You sucked him off for a minute and then he pulled out, leaving a trail of spit connecting his cock to your mouth.

"Get up." He bent down and ripped your jeans and panties off, throwing them into the dirt.

"No, no no no! Not here, please, not here! My house is literally right down the road - AHH!" He slapped your ass so hard tears ran down your cheeks into the dirt.

He threw you onto the hood of your car and flipped you over, pushing your ass into the air. He spit on your pussy and shoved his cock inside of you.

You let out a squeal. "Oh god, please!"

He pushed himself in and out, his balls slapping against you. "Ohhhh, fuck yeah. Your cunt is so tight, darlin'. Oh yeah. Ahhhhh, fuckkkk." He hissed through his teeth.

His cock was stretching you out. It felt so good. You could feel your orgasm building up as he fucked you from behind.

He pulled out and turned you over, pushed his cock right back into your wet pussy.

"Please ...!" You cried. You were so close to cumming.

"Cum for me, princess. Cum all over my fuckin' cock." He pushed his thumb up against your clit and rubbed it furiously.

You came hard, your back arched and your legs wrapped around his waist.

He pumped in and out of you a few more times and then pulled out, jerking his cock and shooting his cum all over your chest.

He grabbed a towel from the SUV and wiped it off of you.

"I gotta get back to work, doll. But that was a pretty good time. Oh, almost forgot ..." He pulled $450 from his black leather wallet and handed it to you while he kissed you on the forehead.

"This is for your taillight."

“I - this is way too much for a stupid taillight.” You tried, but he waved goodbye to you and blew you a kiss as he walked backward to his ride.

“Buy yourself something pretty and think of me everytime you look at it, ok, princess? Be safe, now. I wouldn’t - aw, hell. Who’m I kiddin’. I’d absolutely love to pull you over again.”

You couldn't believe what just happened. You pulled your pants and your panties back on and drove off into the night, leaving the broken pieces of your taillight and your dignity in the dust.

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ghidrah · 2 years ago

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Also I think I was too fraught with PTSD and other insane life events at the time but did I post I was in a horrific car accident in August?? I’m fine now!! Basically I was driving home from the doctor and on the freeway this Mystery Thing (it ended up being a 200lb transmission) fell out of the truck in front of me and ferociously bounced around willy nilly before slamming into my windshield shattering glass EVERYWHERE and fucking up my frame.

I ducked in time so my head did not get obliterated and I was driving all scrunched up and had to pull over. I kept calm until I made all the correct phone calls then decided to have a good ass scream cry on the side of the freeway. I somehow made it out in one piece, which is genuinely amazing. There was also an older couple who witnessed it all and helped me SO much. I am thankful to this day for everything.

This was my first car. It was so hard for me to get one but when I saw this one I had an emotional connection, so this was extremely painful in many many ways. I only had it for two years. I didn’t know this was the last time I’d be seeing it. I tried so hard to find out where insurance took it so I could say goodbye, but they wouldn’t tell me.

My love... protecting me and saving me forever in so many ways.

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orphancookie69 · 1 year ago

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How To: Driver's License Training!

So a family member taught me to drive, not my father-we are too close for that. In turn, I have taught my sisters to drive streets and freeways. It came up that my cousin needed some help and I was back on the job again! I thought, this would make a great post for anyone wondering how to do this for your own loved one.

First off, you need to make them figure out what car they are going to be driving to take the test in (and after) and have them take their written and visual test. If they put in that much work, you know it is worth it to put in the effort for the last part of the process. They need a car that is working/checked up, insured, and registered. Then both you and them need to read the current version of the DMV handbook. Even if you read it before, laws change (usually for the worst).

Link: California Driver's Handbook - California DMV

Day 1: Basics

Go over the vehicle as the instructor will do on the day of the test. This includes: driver window, windshield, rearview mirror, brakes, parking brake, emergency flasher, seatbelts, permit/license, registration, insurance. This is a great time to go over RPM and MPH and the fuel tank.

Licensed driver should then take the streets to a local mall and find an empty area to teach the basics, explaining signs and traffic lines as you encounter them on the street.

Permit driver should take the driver seat, licensed driver should take the passenger. It should be established here, or even before, that the licensed driver is in control and should instructions not be followed the wheel will get grabbed.

Permit driver should adjust the seat and the rearview mirror so that they can see around the car at all times and remind them to use both their eyes and their mirrors.

From here start with going forward in Drive and backwards in reverse. Do some straight ways getting up to 15 miles per hour and work on turns. Reverse is a little bit tricky as you don't turn the wheel the way you think you need to reverse the car. Try pulling into parking spots and hugging the lines on both sides. Stops and minding where other cars/people are in relation to you.

A couple of hours goes a long way, licensed driver should switch back and get the permit driver and their vehicle back home. Permit driver should rest up as they will be tired.

Day 2: Residential

Confidence should be increased, and today is a good day to up the ante slightly and put those basics into action.

Licensed driver arrives at Permit Driver's home. Licensed driver drives the vehicle on streets, explaining anything pertinent on the way over. Licensed driver should have identified a good neighborhood with big streets and lots of side streets to go to the day before. (bonus if you can have another vehicle in front for the car to follow to gauge closeness, speed, etc.)

Once they are at their location they need to switch. Permitted driver needs to set the seat and mirrors up for them.

Then driver or guide car shows them to go 15-25 mph on the straight streets, to slow into turns and speed out of them, to stop (starting at the STOP letters) fully before the white line, four way stops, who has the right of way, turns and signaling your intent, checking your mirrors, parking against the curb, going back in a straight line against the curb.

It is a good idea to start on bigger streets and then also put in a little bit of time on the permitted driver's local streets. Go bigger to smaller. I would also use a map on your smart phone in a safe location in your car to get the permitted driver used to hands free guidance.

A couple of hours goes a long way, licensed driver should switch back and get the permit driver and their vehicle back home. Permit driver should rest up as they will be tired.

Day 3: Streets

If you got the parking lot down and the housing streets down, its time for the next big game-streets! Today is a good day for streets and gas tips.

Licensed driver arrives at Permit Driver's home. Licensed driver should pick a location that is far enough away to get experience on but also minimal street changes. I would suggest a Costco or Sam's Club.

Permitted driver would set up the seat and the mirror, licensed driver would set up the navigation with the destination.

Permitted driver should be talked to about pedestrians, signal types, lane types, car closeness, drive 25-40 MPH, speed limit vs flow of traffic, signs.

Once you arrive at the destination you should stretch out your legs and give both parties a break.

Before leaving I would fill up the car, explaining the MPG and Tank capacity before doing so. Guide the permitted driver through which side their tank is on, how to prep, how to do, and how to finish.

Permitted driver should drive back. All parties should rest.

Day 4: Freeway

From the lot to the housing to the streets, once you start its hard to stop. Freeways are fast streets, but scary none the less. This particular day could be split up into 3 days easily.

Licensed driver arrives at permitted drivers house. Licensed driver needs to research what freeways are nearby and plan a route.

Licensed driver needs to explain the process: licensed driver goes on to freeway, stays in exit lane, gets off on the next freeway exit, routes back to the house.

Licensed driver talks to the permitted driver as they did what they just explained.

Once back, permitted driver gets in the car and sets up the seat and mirrors.

Permitted driver repeats what the licensed driver just did.

Once back, permitted and licensed driver confer.

If they are comfortable, proceed with the next step.

Licensed driver explains the next step: drive onto freeway, merge one lane over, pass the next exit, merge back into exit lane, exit freeway, route back to the house.

Licensed driver talks to the permitted driver as they did what they just explained.

Once back, permitted driver gets in the car and sets up the seat and mirrors.

Permitted driver repeats what the licensed driver just did.

Once back, permitted and licensed driver confer.

If they are comfortable, proceed with the next step.

Licensed driver needs to explain the process: the licensed driver will pick a destination to reach by freeway and proceed, drive onto freeway, stay on freeway/change freeways as needed, get off of freeway. The permitted driver would replicate the trip back.

Licensed driver talks to the permitted driver as they head to the destination.

Once at the destination, the permitted driver switches places. The licensed driver talks to the permitted driver as they are guided by maps.

Once back, permitted and licensed driver confer.

Day 5: DMV Stalking

This is where you can kind of put it all together. If the permitted driver feels comfortable enough, book the test. If not, pick the location and scout it out first.

Licensed driver arrives at permitted drivers house. Permitted driver needs to pick a DMV location. Set up navigation and have the permitted driver head there.

Once there, carefully follow another person taking their test and see what streets they take, what actions they do, and the licensed driver should take notes.

Once you have the route identified and the actions noted, replicate the test.

Practice as much as you need to.

Day 6+: Practice

Book your test, you know you can do it. Once you do, get as much practice in as you can. Offer to drive someone for an errand, practice the test with a family member. DO IT. I would suggest practicing at night, popping the hood of the car, learning about maintenance.

Day 7: Your Driving Test

You know your stuff. Don't feel bad if you don't pass the first time, half of this is skill and the other half is luck in getting a decent tester. When you are licensed, celebrate with a road trip!

This pace can be adjusted per each persons ability to grip the necessary information on each particular day. While there is a difference between what passes the test and what is more important day to day, note the difference in what the person is learning. Based on what you use more in your day to day as a driver, what would you add to this? What would you have liked to learn when you were first starting out?

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namorslutfanfiction · 2 years ago

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hi, idk why but i have the notion of you living in california and i was wondering, would you recommend it?? i know it's expensive but average how much would you spend on a month?? i'd love to know what you think about it. (and if you don't live there i'm sorry lol). hope you're doing well!

Hello, thank you for the ask. I'm finally back on here today to reply to my inbox so you asked at a good time.

I do live in California. Northern. About an hour north east of San Francisco. My town is actually in the top ten most expensive in the country when you compare income verses cost of living. For some perspective, I was looking at a single room apartment or even a studio and unless its government housing for low income, rent starts at 1600 and can go up as high as 2200, if you don't want to live in a bad neighborhood.

As of now I am still unemployed after losing my job earlier this month. I was making decent money there at $22 an hour. As I look for jobs I'm lucky to find anything close to that, that isn't completely out of my wheelhouse of skills. I was also living almost paycheck to paycheck at $22 an hour because I have quite a bit of debt and a car payment/insurance.

Most people out here have roommates or if they can afford their own place usually work as tradesmen or in the medical field. I was working in the casino industry but had an hour commute. Traffic in Norcal is much better than Socal. But the interstate freeways definitely get kind of shitty during rush hour.

Pros of California

Decent weather most of the year. We pretty much always have some sun, barring this past crazy winter.

Very populous so lot's of fun places to go within an hour or two drive no matter where you live. I'm literally an hour from San Francisco, 45 mins to the state capital, 20 minutes to Napa/Sonoma, and there are several universities in the area which increases need for cool activities and outings.

Very diverse and liberal in metropolitan areas. Most people are actually really nice and chill.

Lot's of tech opportunities and start ups

Honestly a lot of industries have a big presence here so if you can put in the work you can find a decent job especially if you live in a big city.

Lot's of cool nature and hiking paths. It's a big state and we love to maintain some of the natural beauty. Beaches, mountain, forest, lakes and deserts. Bunch of national and state parks

No snow unless you're literally on a mountain

Lots of great authentic and diverse food.

Good place for furthering education. We have high level schools that are internationally renown.

We have a ton of farms and during peak seasons its super easy to get fresh produce for cheap from farmers markets, stalls, and fairs.

We have 9 international airports and have access to a lot of imported goods.

Most artists will have multiple CA stops on their tours.

Cons of California

Super high cost of living. Yes our average wages are higher than most states but it doesn't really cover how high cost of living is especially in metropolitan areas.

Rent and housing prices are super high throughout the state unless you live in a super rural area. Also very competitive.

Public transportation is not great even in the cities.

Traffic, especially in LA can add hours to a drive.

You have to have a car if you're not living in the middle of a big city. Most places in CA are pretty spread out and hard to navigate on foot.

WILD FIRE SEASON

39 Million people live in California the last I checked. Socal is more populous than Norcal.

You have to reserve camping spots like a year in advance at the best parks.

Housing shortage has led to a homelessness epidemic. See Skid Row in LA. And those apartments are also super expensive even surrounded by vagrants.

Sometimes the fog is so bad you can't see a few yards in front of you. Mostly during the morning. I used to drive home at 3 am after work and i was going 40 on the highway because it was so foggy.

That's all I can think of at the moment. But if you have any other questions feel free to message me or send another ask.

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Saving Fire, Smoke and Water Damage Art and Family Collectibles from Family Home in Los Angeles

Last week we were very sad to be called in to follow up on a fire in a family home. Yet, we were able to see the joy on the faces of the family when we were able to help them find and determine quite a few items that could be cleaned up and saved. This is a particularly emotional moment, especially when irreplaceable family history items are saved.

Smoke, fire and water damage to a family home last week to which we assisted to save art related items and family history collectibles

A few years ago, FACL was asked to be the Expert Witness for damage and clean up estimates from smoke, fire and water damage for art related items in the law-suits representing 160 homeowners in Montecito, California against PG&E after the Thomas Fire. That quickly also included the resulting “debris flow” mudslides from the rains that followed the fire that was so devastating. Then, on the heels of those two disasters, the Woolsey Fire (which was started by more faulty electrical equipment) took out homes from the ocean, over a mountain range and to the inland freeways. FACL was the Expert Witness for damage and clean up estimates for art related items smoke, fire and water damage in settling another 150+ claims for homeowners.

While many home owners, take the money and run and don’t save, preserve and restore their artwork, or even their family history items… There are many people who have a hard time “getting over” the loss of the history of their family. The woman who owned this house that was lost in the devastating Santa Barbara Cave Fire of 1990 still mourns, 30+ years later, over the fact that she doesn’t have any photos of her babies and children growing up even though she was a scrapbook enthusiast.

Consider the value of these family history items to prompt memories and the retelling of stories in a family. They document the family’s history. In short, they contain an important part of the family’s memory and keep the heritage alive in the minds of the future generations. Throwing these types of items out results in grave multigenerational consequences.

So, the take away for you from our experience this week, of wandering through charred remains of the household is that there are many options when it comes to saving family history and art from disasters and though you may see the situation as hopeless, lets us give you some input from a different, professional perspective. Here is Virginia Panizzon, one of our veteran Art Conservators reclaiming the painting of a great grandfather that was claimed as lost or ruined by the insurance company but was actually returned to pre-damaged condition.

Professional art conservators have the expertise to mitigate the effects of water damage on paintings.

We can help you “dial in” your insurance claim and coach you with you claims adjuster so you can have a chance for a much better insurance claim settlement. At this point, you may have questions… or you may know someone going through the painful process of recouping after a disaster. Feel free to call us for a friendly, unbiased chat. The least that will happen from your phone call is that you’ll learn to ask better questions to your claims adjuster.

Here are a couple of “alerts” to help you

More damage to art and family history collectibles was done from careless handling than by the disaster.

While a household item like throw rugs, dishes, toys can be treated with household products to minimize odors, the same products and handling are going to cause damage to frames, art and antiques, vintage items, memorabilia and heirlooms.

Damage to these types of items often results in frustration and the item being thrown out. Such was the case last weekend when there was a disconnect between the father and the adult son. The son went on the search for professional services to take care of odors and mold on 3 paintings by the grandmother and dad decided to hit the artwork with a rag and an off-the-shelf cleaner and stain remover. Before we could get over to the house to inspect and answer questions the next morning, the two items the dad worked on had been thrown away and only 1 of 3 paintings were saved. There was a “lively” family discussion that resulted with many badly hurt feelings.

Are you going to throw away Grandma?

Whether its good art or not, it was painted by grandma

If you happen to have items that have a monetary value, you can imagine the compromised value if it smells badly, is mold infested or is dirty from smoke.

Fire cooked this gorgeous Pre-Raphaelite 19th century oil painting

and smoke damage choked the colors and composition.

Odors and mold also prompt physical reactions such as rashes, allergic reactions and nausea. Hard to kill, mold can re-flower at anytime if conditions are agreeable in the future.

What we do to confront the odor removal process:

HEPA vacuuming of dust, debris and grime – wet or dry- (we remove up to 0.035 microns)

Sampling in case of lab testing (toxic materials and species ID)

Disassembly of artwork to clean into all hidden areas

Encapsulation or coating of surfaces with conservation grade resins that absorb particulates and odors or seal them so they are no longer an issue (EPA approved).

Replace all porous materials that are not part of the artwork (back boards and matting)

If needed, Anoxia Tent Oxygen Deprivation Treatments – Odor removal and kills mold spores

More damage to art and family history collectibles was done from careless handling than by the disaster.

Additional info – https://www.fineartconservationlab.com/disaster-response-company-resource-smokefire-water-damage-earthquakes-hurricanes-tornados/

Gena Dillon, Disaster Response Coordinator

[email protected]

Art Conservators Scott M. Haskins, Virginia Panizzon

805 564 3438

Here are some testimonials and examples of our work with other disaster response companies:

Smoke Damage (Testimonial): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMPlQ…

Smoke damage testimonial from PuroClean disaster response company: https://vimeo.com/250390252

Water Damage (Testimonial Mrs. Dau): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Umg_…

Water Damage (Testimonial Las Vegas): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_Yup…

Damage in Storage – Rip Repair: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g2Jxo…

Expert Author – Tom Antion Hurricane Testimonial: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WwBbc…

Water Damaged Paintings: https://animoto.com/play/YGtMXOyRkR8Z…

Water damaged art treatment – blog: https://www.fineartconservationlab.com…

Smoke Damage – Elite Restoration – Blog Post: https://www.fineartconservationlab.com…

Smithsonian guideline for home collection care: https://www.si.edu/mci/english/learn_more/taking_care/mnm.html

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The Benefits of Complete Coverage Abu Dhabi Auto Insurance: Safeguarding Your Investment

Having a vehicle is generally one of the most big expenses you may ever make, and in a busy city like Abu Dhabi that is increasing fast, many citizens find themselves in need of one. Having the right vehicle coverage is important because to the busy roadways, high-speed freeways, unpredictable weather, inclusive of sandstorms, and urban site visitors. Complete auto insurance is one of the most important kind of safety you may gain. Why then is it so important? Let's evaluation the rewards of complete insurance vehicle coverage and the reasons why each reason pressure in Abu Dhabi goals one.

Comprehensive Auto Insurance: What Is It?

Prior to delving into its significance, it's far critical to acknowledge the components of comprehensive car coverage. In simple phrases, comprehensive coverage presents coverage for more than just accidents related to other cars. It covers a broad variety of occasions, such as theft, vandalism, hearth, natural failures, and harm resulting from animals. It also normally consists of harm to your car, even when you’re at fault.

For instance, if your vehicle receives damaged because of a sandstorm – which is common in Abu Dhabi – or if it’s stolen even as parked, comprehensive insurance will cowl the restore or alternative fees. This is not your popular zero.33-birthday celebration insurance, which only will pay for other people's losses within the occasion which you reason an accident.

Abu Dhabi's Legal Requirements for Auto Insurance

In Abu Dhabi, it's far mandatory to get automobile insurance to lawfully power on the roadways. However, the minimal requirement is generally 1/3-birthday celebration legal responsibility insurance. This form of insurance covers damages brought on to other human beings or their assets however does now not cowl your personal vehicle within the event of an coincidence or other incidents.

While 1/3-party insurance would possibly appear like a value-powerful desire, it leaves you unprotected in various conditions that could come to be being costly. This is where comprehensive car insurance in Abu Dhabi turns into critical.

Safeguarding Your Investment

Your car is an crucial asset, and you may protect it from unanticipated circumstances through getting the ideal coverage. In Abu Dhabi, comprehensive car insurance guarantees that, must your car destroy down or be stolen, you might not be left with out money.

Here are some major reasons why complete vehicle insurance is a smart investment:

1. Coverage Beyond Accidents

Abu Dhabi’s street situations can range extensively. From the excessive-pace Sheikh Zayed Highway to off-avenue riding within the desolate tract, your car faces exceptional challenges every day. Comprehensive insurance covers greater than just accidents. It includes non-collision incidents together with hearth, herbal screw ups (like sandstorms or floods), vandalism, or theft. In a city like Abu Dhabi, in which luxury motors are commonplace, having this safety guarantees that you gained’t need to fear approximately high priced repairs or replacements.

2. Peace of Mind

It is probably traumatic to pressure in a hectic city like Abu Dhabi. Whether you are riding your motorcycle on the weekend, strolling errands, or commuting to work, mishaps and emergency situations can show up at any time. Having complete auto insurance allows you to drive with self belief knowing that you are blanketed financially in any scenario. Whether it’s a minor fender-bender or some thing extra critical like a first-rate accident or robbery, you’ll be covered.

3. Protection Against Theft

While Abu Dhabi is thought for being one of the most secure cities in the global, automobile robbery can still take place, in particular in sure areas or during busy activities. Comprehensive car coverage ensures that if your vehicle is stolen, you’re covered for its marketplace price, helping you get over the loss extra without difficulty.

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Abu Dhabi’s weather can be unpredictable. Sandstorms, heavy rains, and flash floods can purpose sizable damage to motors. Without complete insurance, you’d should pay out-of-pocket for maintenance resulting from those natural screw ups. Comprehensive car insurance in Abu Dhabi covers harm from such occasions, making sure you don’t must undergo the monetary burden.

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The majority of all-inclusive automobile coverage rules in Abu Dhabi also provide 0.33-celebration criminal legal responsibility safety. In this way, you're now blanketed for accidents or property harm you could cause to other human beings, similarly to damages to your personal vehicle inside the occasion of an unlucky occasion. You will continually be protected thanks to its twin insurance.

Is Comprehensive Insurance Worth It in Terms of Cost vs. Benefit?

The charge of complete vehicle insurance in Abu Dhabi is one of the common concerns people have. While it’s real that complete coverage fees more than primary third-celebration coverage, the benefits a long way outweigh the expense. Imagine the expenses you would incur if your vehicle were broken with the aid of a prime coincidence, herbal disaster, or robbery. Comprehensive coverage saves you from the economic pressure of paying for repairs or changing your car absolutely.

Furthermore, lots of coverage agencies in Abu Dhabi offer bendy fee schedules and discounts for secure drivers, which makes comprehensive automobile insurance a lot less costly than you may think.

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It's vital to compare numerous providers and regulations while selecting a complete auto insurance plan so that you can find one that meets your needs and price range. The following recommendation will help you in choosing the high-quality plan:

Compare coverage alternatives: Make sure the plan covers the occasions you’re maximum worried about, together with robbery, fireplace, or herbal disasters.

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Look for extra blessings: Some insurers offer roadside help, rental car insurance, or no-claims discounts. These extras can add fee on your policy.

Read consumer critiques: Check the recognition of the insurer, specially their claims manner. A enterprise that’s acknowledged for short and trouble-loose claims may be extra dependable in times of need.

Conclusion

In a city like Abu Dhabi, wherein using is crucial, having complete car coverage isn't always only a luxurious – it’s a clever investment. It protects your car from injuries, robbery, herbal failures, and greater, making sure that you’re financially steady regardless of what takes place. While it might cost extra than fundamental third-birthday celebration insurance, the peace of thoughts and sizeable coverage make it well worth every dirham. Protect your investment with comprehensive vehicle coverage, and enjoy the roads of Abu Dhabi with out worry.

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🚨 How Long Does a DUI Stay on Your Record in Houston, Texas? 🚔

A DUI can have lasting consequences on your driving record, affecting employment and insurance. This article from The Butler Law Firm explains how long it stays on your record and what steps you can take to minimize its impact. Stay informed and protect your future.

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spookymodernjazz · 10 months ago

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You're so fucking smart, here are some takes with some of my favorite Guys:

Minerva Adventurezone is unprepared for just how small the mouse lemurs are and gets herself and Duck kicked out of the nocturnal house for being too loud.

Link wanders off the path and ends up in the forest enclosure area. The Sifakas take him on a small, whimsical adventure before he is found and immediately removed from the premises after Zelda tactfully negotiates a season ban instead of a lifetime ban.

Shen Yuan sees a blue eyed black lemur perched right next to the bars of the enclosure. He leans in for a selfie and she immediately pisses on him and his phone.

Bilbo Baggins goes on a long and exhausting journey trying to keep track of twelve people while he guides them through the Triangle public transit system from his place in Carrboro. They do not reach the DLC in time for visiting hours.

Laius Touden is shot on sight.

Count D has a long conversation with the aye-ayes about their plans to escape. They aren't unhappy with their living situation but the youngest three are plotting to break into the Life and Science Center off the freeway and eat all the butterflies. Leon Orcot did not realize that Zoboomafoo is several generations deceased and spends the whole time pouting and trying not to cry on the lawn outside the gift shop.

Hannibal Lecter gets sideswiped on 15-501 by a college student in a Honda Civic and spends the whole day negotiating with his insurance company on the side of the road. Will Graham gets annoyed when he refuses to use the white T-shirt code so they can get off the road and just wanders off into Duke Forest by himself. He does manage to find the DLC and has a nice time by himself. The mongoose lemurs are his favorite.

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"what if [character] lived in the highly specific location I live" endlessly fresh. show me that anime boy standing awkwardly at your favourite restaurant. what does he order.

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Benefits Of Oakland Windshield Replacement

Chipped or weakened windshields are not only unsightly to the observers, but they could pose a serious threat to the safety of the car and its occupants when on the road. Fortunately, there are some of the best auto glass repair and replacement companies in Oakland that can be trusted with the job. Whether you have a tiny scratch on your windshield or a huge line that has extended from one end of the windshield to the other, these shops have the capacity to service your windshield as quickly as possible and at relatively cheap rates.

Being a driver, in Oakland, you are well aware that cracked or even damaged windshields are quite frequent on the roads we drive on. From debris flying up from the freeway to bumps resulting in chips and cracks, Oakland drivers find it almost impossible to escape windshield damages.

Thus, even though a little flake of rock might not appear as a big problem at first, if you leave it alone, it may grow into a huge crack covering the entire windshield in the future. They not only put their lives at risk and the lives of others driving alongside them when they drive with a severely damaged windshield but also be ticketed for a fix-it later by the police. You should always go for a complete windshield repair Oakland.

Oakland Windshield Pros

The Oakland windshield replacement includes windshield repairs and replacements, including, chips and cracks. They utilize qualified technical professionals to conduct thorough work using superior methods and premium grade resins to seal cracks and arrest their progression. When it comes to most minor chips, the process of repairing the same takes not more than 30 minutes in most cases and this does not require the windshield to be removed.

If a repair is not possible or the crack is more extensive and needs a replacement, Oakland Windshield Pros has a huge supply of OEM and third-party replacement windshields in stock. They ensure that they deal with all insurance companies so that the procedure of claiming is a fast one. All their installation works come with a warranty of a lifetime for sealing against leakage and stress cracks and other defects.

Whether you need a windshield repair or Oakland windshield replacement, these auto glass shops can provide the best services in terms of workmanship and customer service. They assist in eradicating the complications and expenses associated with having the clear and safe glasses in your automobile.

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Fresno’s Legal Experts – Personal Injury & Immigration Attorn

Opportunities exist in Fresno because of its various communities and lively energy. Still, there are sudden life changes. You’ve been hit by a car roll on Fresno’s main freeway, revealing a significant amount of scientific debt.

When navigating the complicated immigration processes in the U.S. and trying to reunite with family, the risk of selecting appropriate legal offers becomes critical during these difficult times.

Many skilled immigration and personal injury attorneys in Fresno are ready to defend you and walk you through the complex legal procedure.

Table of Contents

Personal Injury Law: Guarding Your Rights After An Accident

How Does a Personal Injury Lawyer Fight for You?

Finding the Right Fit: Choosing a Personal Injury Attorney

Fresno’s Immigration Landscape: Legal Support for a Brighter Future

Immigration Cases Handled by Fresno Attorneys

The Value of Immigration Expertise

Find the Perfect Immigration Attorney in Fresno

Fresno Legal Strengths: Local Resources

Personal Injury Law: Guarding Your Rights After An Accident

Injury happens when you fall on a road, get hit by a car on a busy roadway, or get hurt by a medical mishap. You may experience physical discomfort, mental distress, missed employed income, and growing medical expenses as a result of these incidents. A personal injury lawyer in Fresno is a firm that can assist you in taking advantage of your rights to start over.

How Does a Personal Injury Lawyer Fight for You?

To build a strong case: Fresno personal injury lawyer will carefully gather evidence, speak with witnesses, and undertake a police investigation to establish the at-fault party’s carelessness. Strengthening the core of your story raises the likelihood of success.

Greater negotiating power: Insurance providers frequently place a high priority on reducing payments. Your lawyer fights courageously for just compensation paid appropriately, based on their understanding of the negotiations and wisdom.

Court Winners: Your lawyer will aggressively represent you in the court papers if a settlement cannot be achieved. They’ll fight for you, protect your rights, and collect the money you owe.

Bearing the Legal Burden: From the first document filing until the crucial closing date, your attorney manages all the complexities of criminal proceedings. This lets you concentrate on your mental and physical healing.

Finding the Right Fit: Choosing a Personal Injury Attorney

Choosing the best Fresno personal injury lawyer is essential because there are many professionals. Here are some points to consider:

Experience Matters: Find a lawyer with a verified history of winning comparable cases. Their expertise in handling your concerns translates into a thorough understanding of criminal complexities and methods to provide the most outstanding outcomes.

In-depth knowledge: Select a lawyer specializing in personal injury cases. By doing this, you may be sure they are up to date on the most recent advancements and can modify their strategy to fit the unique complications of your case.

Communication is vital: Select a lawyer who values transparent and regular communication. They should always respond to your inquiries and offer accurate information. They establish a solid, mutually beneficial attorney-client relationship, helped by their ability to understand your situation and quickly solve all problems.

Fee Structure Transparency: Describe rate structures in simple terms. Many personal injury lawyers use contingency payment models, which give you the most flexible compensation if you win. You pay the most when you can get paid for this, enabling you to accomplish your goals.

Fresno’s Immigration Landscape: Legal Support for a Brighter Future

Global threads are woven into Fresno’s unique cultural fabric. An immigration attorney Fresno CA can be your trusted guide through the complexity of U.S. immigration law, whether navigating the route to citizenship, looking for a visa to work, reuniting with loved ones, or facing deportation.

Immigration Cases Handled by Fresno Attorneys

Visa skills: Immigration law officials can help you apply for various visas, such as family, student, and work visas. They know the particular criteria for each visa and can assist with application procedures.

Path to Citizenship: Becoming a citizen of the United States involves several measures that can be stressful. Your lawyer may walk you through the application procedures step-by-step, ensure all the requirements are completed, and walk you through the citizenship procedure.

Deportation Defense: If an immigration lawyer defends your deportation complaint, you have a strong defense. They can battle hard to keep you in the United States, represent you in court, and are aware of your options to remain in the U.S.

Family reunion: Families may be restricted by immigration laws. Along with offering support with petitions and counseling you on the complicated rules related to immigration laws, your lawyer will make an effort to contact your family members.

The Value of Immigration Expertise

Immigration laws are complex and constantly changing. An experienced immigration attorney Fresno CA, provides valuable assistance by:

Strategic guidance: They are experienced in immigration law and can customize a strategy for your situation. This ensures that you will select an excellent approach to reach your goals.

Accuracy is Essential: Applications and documentation related to immigration can be complicated and stressful. Your lawyer can guarantee an impartial and fair outcome, avoiding any delays or denials that can undermine your goals.

Your Rights, Safety: The immigration process can be a traumatic and emotionally draining experience. As your guardian, your lawyer closely monitors what you have and defends your legal rights. To help you make wise judgments, they can also assist you in understanding the possible outcomes of various solutions.

Find the Perfect Immigration Attorney in Fresno

Remember those essentials when choosing an immigration attorney in Fresno:

Experience Matters: Select a lawyer who has successfully represented clients in situations comparable to yours. Seek recommendations and viewpoints that highlight their expertise on immigration-related issues that are relevant to you.

Focus on Immigration Law: Select a lawyer with expertise in immigration law. By doing this, one can stay informed on constant immigration laws and use that information to support their arguments.

Closing the Language Gap: Hire legal expertise in the language of your preference. You’ll feel more at ease and better understand the immigration complexities and your options.

Transparency and accessibility: Look for a lawyer who offers free consultations and clear explanations of costs and due dates. Open communication can help you feel secure in the attorney-client relationship and comfortable asking questions.

Fresno Legal Strengths: Local Resources

Immigration and personal injury attorney in Fresno are dedicated to serving the community. They are committed to offering compassionate criminal support services and are aware of the issues people experience.

Selecting the appropriate lawyer guarantees that you will have a strong partner, and your rights will be protected. Take an opportunity to schedule a meeting with many lawyers before selecting the best fit for your particular need.

You can overcome the limit and face your destiny with the most excellent legal team at your side. Recall that you are not alone. Skilled lawyers in Fresno are prepared to defend and support you during this significant life change.

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