#Harley Street Eye Hospital

[sayruq]

unicef estimates that a thousand children in Gaza have become amputees since the conflict began in October. “This is the biggest cohort of pediatric amputees in history,” Ghassan Abu-Sittah, a London-based plastic-and-reconstructive surgeon who specializes in pediatric trauma, told me recently. I met him in the waiting room of his plastic-surgery clinic on London’s Harley Street, and we walked to a nearby pub for a glass of water. Abu-Sittah, a fifty-four-year-old British Palestinian with an angular face and tender, deep-set eyes, has treated child survivors of war for the past thirty years in Iraq, Yemen, Syria, and elsewhere. Abu-Sittah is the author of “The War Injured Child,” the first medical textbook on the subject, which was published last May. In October and November, he spent forty-three days in Gaza, conducting emergency surgeries with Doctors Without Borders. He shuttled between two hospitals: Al-Shifa and Al-Ahli, which is also known as the Baptist hospital. The casualty rate was so high that, during some intense periods, he didn’t leave the operating room for three days. “It felt like a scene from an American Civil War movie,” he said. In Gaza, Abu-Sittah was performing as many as six amputations a day. “Sometimes you have no other medical option,” he explained. “The Israelis had surrounded the blood bank, so we couldn’t do transfusions. If a limb was bleeding profusely, we had to amputate.” The dearth of basic medical supplies, owing to blockades, also contributed to the number of amputations. Without the ability to irrigate a wound immediately in an operating room, infection and gangrene often set in. “Every war wound is considered dirty,” Karin Huster, a nurse who leads medical teams in Gaza for Doctors Without Borders, told me. “It means that many get a ticket to the operating room.” To mark the gravity of these procedures, and to mourn, Abu-Sittah and other medical staff placed the severed limbs of children in small cardboard boxes. They labelled the boxes with masking tape, on which they wrote a name and body part, and buried them. At the pub, he showed me a photograph he’d taken of one such box, which read, “Salahadin, Foot.” Some wounded children were too young to know their own names, he added, telling the story of an amputee who’d been pulled from rubble as the sole survivor of an attack.

[qcomicsy]

Some Nice!future au headcannons because I want to keep the ideas fresh in my head.

- Bruce is retired, Wich is insane saying this, I know right? How could he? And that's my favorite part he is retired, except he isn't actually.

He generally stays in the comm and no he doesn't care if that bothers Terry. Sometimes Terry just purposely turns his comm off, part to piss Bruce off and part to not get himself pissed off because there's a limit on how much you want your dad minding your business while your doing your job.

So Bruce stays sometimes in the comm and sometimes giving his mostly unwanted inputs on his investigations.

He doesn't get out as Batman as much as he wants to, because yeah that would get him killed but when that ever stopped Bruce Wayne honstly? And also because when he did it he almost gave everysingle one of the Bats a fucking heart attack.

Terry was so fucking confused because some goons and criminals kept telling him 'I though you were taller???' and he would get '????'

- Bruce minds everyone business as well is not just Terry, sometimes he just pop up in the other Bats comms and everyone is deeply annoyed about it, because how the fuck he keeps invading their own security system?

And it's even more infuriating because in the end of the day (most of the time) he is just extremely helpful.

Not even Oracle could keep him off her back.

- Tim is "technically" now the best detective in the world, except he isn't because Bruce isn't dead and Detective Chimps isn't either, but not many people know that.

- Gordon is happily retired thank you very much, and he can finally rest because Montoya filled for him as commissioner.

- Everything that might happen is her problem now.

- Harley is mostly retired she lives with Pamela in a farm and works as a super-people/part villains therapist from home-office.

- Harley and Pam got married.

- Jason visits Harley constantly, they bonded a lot in these past few years.

- Jason visits Harley much more often then he visits Bruce and Bruce is definitely not jealous about it even though Harley lives in literally nowhere and the Manor is right there–

- Bruce nags Jason, so much about it. He nags everyone about it. He sends a passive agressive "Alfred told me to tell you dinner is ready" message ever couple of weeks (he's lying).

Jason once told him "I really miss it when you were emotionally stunted" and Bruce just looked at him and quipped.

"You're the ones to told me to get therapy."

- Bruce doesn't actually go to therapy he gossips with Harley and they call that therapy.

Because Harley tricks him into sessions mid gossiping.

And it is in fact, better than nothing.

- Terry became Batman as an annoying 17 year old for the exasperation of every adult of the Batfamily.

- Damian and Tim we're the one's who trained him, Bruce unfortunately was hospitalized at the time (he's better now).

- Damian trained Terry in martial arts, combat and streets smart skill and Tim helped training him on how to proceed with the criminal forensics part.

- Duke and Steph kept an eye on Terry in his first months of patrol, Terry kept trying to get away from them to do whatever he wanted but Tim or Damian would always eventually catch up to him.

- That doesn't mean he stopped trying until he made all four of them age ten years of stress.

- They let him do it whatever he wanted eventually, but mostly because they knew he was ready.

- Steph just did on purpose.

- Damian rarely would actually join Terry (or any of them) on patrol because he prefers working in the shadows.

- The day Terry successfully tricked all the four of them into leaving him alone he almost had a heart attack because he immediately bumped into no one less then Nightwing and Redhood.

- Red Robin was the one to call them.

- Terry and Jason got along so quickly it's infuriating.

- Terry is a great Batman, he is skilled and witty which puts almost every criminal off rithm.

They hadn't got this that amount of stress ever since Dick's robin.

- Jason works as a literature professor in Gotham public school.

- Jason was Terry's teacher for a while.

- Terry hated it.

- Terry got to school with patrol bruises once and when Jason managed to get a hand on him he cussed him out for 45 minutes.

That's how he learned that Tim and Damian forgot to teach Terry how to hide them.

Then he cussed them out for 84 minutes holding Terry's shirt the same way you hold a wet cat.

[ghost-bxrd]

Okay so I know this wasn’t the intention, but I read the most recent part of Owl Song and now I can’t stop thinking about Ivy, Jason, and Dick.

Like, in canon she fought both of them as Robin (I think??? I’m pretty sure she was around for Dick’s Robin) and she’s one of the better Rogues in terms of motive and morals. She probably cared for both of them somewhat, so how do you think she (and the other semi-decent rogues) took it when Jason died?

Ah I see how it is, we’re unpacking the good questions now!!!

So at first Ivy probably didn’t notice. Let’s be real, she’s got better things to do then play “keeping up with the batfamily”, and yeah, sure, some of her plants have been getting agitated the more days went by without sightings of either Robin or his loyal shadow (either Batman or Talon/Nightwing), but eh, maybe they’re on vacation or something.

But then Batman is back on the streets and it’s BadTM. Even simple thugs need to be hospitalized, more than one comes close to actually dying (one even flatlines for a moment) and Ivy gets suspicious. Not enough to raise any alarms just yet, still, odd. And still no sight of Robin anywhere.

And then the Joker keeps being found. All over Gotham. Her plants her agitated, they keep whispering about the child-from-the-clocktower and the-one-who-is-cold. And even Ivy can’t keep turning a blind eye.

At first she checks in with Harley, but her girlfriend she doesn’t have any insight either having just returned from a mission with the Birds of Prey (timeline? What timeline). So, dead end. And Crane is a no-go because the Bat hospitalized him with way too many broken bones just the other day.

Two-face it is, but Harvey (both sides of him) are equally as disturbed by the Bat’s sudden volatility as Ivy and he is now on board with trying to find out just what made the Bat snap.

(At this point she’s having a veeery bad feeling about this. Especially because even weeks later Robin is still suspiciously absent from the streets, and there are only whispers of Talon/Nightwing and even her plants can’t seem to pin down either of them.)

Next up is the Riddler, who is already neck-deep into investigation (because how dare Batman not appreciate all his carefully laid riddles and instead punch in faces of low time criminals! And also he may be a teeny-tiny bit worried about the sassy sidekick but SUE him, the kid grows on you like a particularly stubborn case of the pocks ok!?) and immediately agrees to a temporary ceasefire.

So now we have part of the rogue gallery joining forces to find out just wtf is going on, and their next bet is the elusive Catwoman.

And let’s say Selina doesn’t know who Batman is but she’s got soft spot for the big burry anyway so she’s CONCERNED ok? It doesn’t take much persuasion to join forces with the rest of the rag-tag group of high profile rogues to figure this out, and her next proposition is this: grill the Penguin for information.

Oswald Cobblepot is SO not prepared for the joint forces of Catwoman, Two-Face, Riddler, Harley, and Ivy and before long he’s telling them what little he knows about the Joker and his excursion to Ethiopia.

And they all just kinda— freeze. Because— what? No, Robin can’t be dead. Robin is magic. That spunky little kid who’d throw pebbles at Riddler, the one who’d always try to pick-pocket Catwoman, the one urging Harley to leave-the-Joker-he’s-an-ass, the one who always drives Harvey insane with his prime numbers, the one who’d stalked all the way into Robinson park just to ask Ivy how to save the little potted plant he’d been gifted—-

No, no he can’t be dead… right?

But he is. And the talon who’d always kept him safe? That one is gone, too. Nobody knows where he went, but Batman is unspooling, and unspooling fast. And the rogues… well, for once they keep quiet. they don’t give Batman any additional grief (god knows he’s got enough) and instead now make it a point to keep kids out of their business in silent solidarity.

From that day forward any and all people who try to associate themselves with the Joker get taken down by them with extreme prejudice. You think Batman is bad? Try spouting some Joker loving bullshit in front of Ivy. She doesn’t even have to ask her plants to gut you and hang you from the carousel at amusement mile like a Christmas ornament. And god forbid you say anything negative about Robin.

[topknot32]

Stubborn Man (1/2)

Creeper Vargas/OFC

summary- while on the road for a charity gig, creeper's girlfriend finds herself in need of pain relief after an old back injury flares up at a motel.

warnings- 18+. smut below the cut

word count- 3.6K

I love this man and he deserves so much more attention than he gets 🖤

Unlike their boys, Bella and Vivian weren't built for long days on the back of a bike. Two days turned into four, and four turned into a week. A full week bouncing around California and Nevada, hooking up with different charters, getting involved in fundraisers and charity, even a blood drive for the children's hospital. By rally number three Bella's legs were stiff, and the small of her back felt like it was never going to be the same. She needed sleep, real sleep in her own bed without the sound of a party next door, or drag racing Harley's on the street as background noise.

Neron had promised her this was it, the last one and then they could make the journey home. Bella hated to complain. She hated letting him down, so she kept her mouth shut and dealt with the sore muscles and stiff joints in private. Years ago, she'd been in a car accident that left her back worse for wear, and falling in love with a man whose passion was the most uncomfortable form of traveling was sometimes an issue, but most of the time it was manageable.

The motel they'd stopped at for the night was loaded with MC members from all different places. It was located just outside Reno, off an old highway. She could hear the sound of laughter wafting through the opened window of their room as clubs drank and hung out on the porches of their rooms. From someone's car stereo in the parking lot, Latin hip hop played.

Bella stripped off the shirt and jeans she'd spent the day in, threw her hair into a bun on top of her head, and headed into the bathroom. The hot water running in the tub had already steamed up the mirrors. She slipped out of her panties and bra, back aching for the relief of warmth. As she sank down into the bubbly water, she tried to relax, but felt her lower back lock at the new position. She winced as white hot pain shot down to her toes. Counting to ten sometimes helped, so she gave it a try with a deep breath.

In the midst of the pain, she hadn't noticed the sound of the door to their room opening, and she was startled by a knock on the frame of the bathroom. Her eyes shot up to find Neron, and she quickly masked the pain and smiled tightly.

"I told you to lock the door," he said softly with a disapproving shake of his head. He knew she was forgetful.

"Sorry, my mind was on one singular track, and that was this." She gestured to the bathtub.

"How you feeling?" He stepped further into the room, and sat down on the toilet seat, elbows resting on his knees. There was concern written all over his face.

"I'm okay," Bella said, reaching out and slipping her fingers through his, giving them a squeeze. "You getting into trouble out there?" She nodded toward the parking lot, but he shook his head, eyes looking over her naked body.

"I'd rather be getting into trouble with you," he said, and she sat up further, using his hand as leverage to lean over and steal a kiss, her breasts peeking above the sudsy water. His eyes shot down to the newly exposed skin and she grinned, sinking back down.

"Go have fun with the guys, mi amor. I'm just going to head to bed after this."

"You need anything?" Neron stood and leaned over the tub to press a kiss to the top of her head.

"No, I'm good." She leaned up just a little to connect their lips again, but winced at the sudden movement. Neron pulled back so their lips were a few inches apart, and locked her in an intense stare. He never missed a thing.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He stood back up straight, eyeing her with suspicion. "I told you to tell me when shit like this happens."

She shook her head, trying to play it off like it was nothing, but he didn't buy it. Her injuries had always been a topic for argument, so instead of bringing it to his attention, she kept it to herself most of the time.

The accident happened after Neron and Bella broke up after just six months of dating. He wanted to be free to go wherever the winds could carry him, whereas she wanted a stable person in her life. They were both young and stupid, so of course she jumped into the first relationship that came her way, which just so happened to be a man named Rocco who raced street cars by night.

In short, one night a race location was turned over to the police by a rat, which ended up in chaos. Rocco, in an attempt to get away, lost control of his car at eighty miles an hour and flipped the two of them into a concrete guard rail on the interstate. Bella had been in rehabilitation for weeks after, and things were never been quite the same with her body. Neron always blamed himself for the accident. He swore it was his fault for walking out, for choosing the outlaw life over one with her, but Bella had never seen it that way.

"It's nothing I can't handle," she said, trying to reassure him with a smile.

He crossed his arms over his chest, pinning her with his dark eyes. "That's not the point."

"I'm fine. Go on." She shooed him with her hands, but he hesitated.

"Straight to bed." Neron warned, stepping toward the door. He wanted to stay, it was written all over him.

"I promise."

He gave her one last look over, let out a heavy sigh, and left her in the tub to soak.

Two hours later, Bella was laying flat on her back staring up at the ceiling, unable to tune out the noise from outside. The fan on the ceiling spun around and around, and she focused on that instead of the pain. The aches hadn't relented and without the warm water, she was miserable.

She was pulled out of her thoughts by a knock on the door and a voice calling her name. "Bella, you awake?"

"Yeah, Viv. You can come in."

Light from the festivities outside poured into the room as the door swung open, and Bella's best friend slipped inside.

"Neron wanted me to check on you." She came over and plopped onto the bed, folding her legs underneath her in the process.

Bella just rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. "A mother hen, that man," Bella teased, lifting herself up enough to lean against the headboard.

"Coco's drunk as a skunk." There was mild annoyance in Vivian's tone. "He's made friends with the sergeant of some Colorado club."

"Sounds like our boy." Bella winced while trying to cross her legs.

"You sure you're feeling okay?" Vivian pressed.

Bella nodded while taking a deep breath.

"Don't lie to me, Bella."

"I don't want to make a fuss about this." Vivian raised a brow, and Bella could see the knowing look in her eyes in the moonlight. "Ron will never ask me to go anywhere again."

"How bad is it?" Bella's shoulders raised and fell in a shrug. "Bella, one to ten, how bad?"

"I don't know, maybe seven?"

"Have you taken anything?"

Bella shook her head and used her hands to press into the small of her back. Vivian stood up, causing Bella's gaze to snap to her. "Don't you dare go tell him," she warned. She had the sudden urge to climb out of bed and handcuff Vivian to the headboard.

"No choice. He threatened me with Coco's life if I wasn't honest, since he knows you won't be."

"You're the worst," Bella called after her as Vivian headed for the door.

"You'll thank me later."

Vivian left without giving Bella the chance to say anything else. "Shit," she whispered to herself, knowing Neron was going to be upset.

Like clockwork, a few minutes later, the door swung open, this time without a courtesy knock to warn her of the person's entrance. She could feel the tension from all the way across the room as Neron stepped inside.

"Baby girl—" Neron's voice was filled with irritation, but she cut him off.

"I already know what you're about to say. I'm sorry." He stepped over to the mini fridge, shaking his head and pulling out a bottle of water before stalking over to her. His hand extended and she opened her palm. He dropped two pills into it. "What is it?"

"Just take it," he snapped, uncapping the bottle and giving it to her.

She tossed the pills into her mouth, willing to do just about anything to get the pain to let up, and swallowed them down with the ice cold liquid. "Lay down and turn over. Put this under your hips." He handed her a pillow and she did as he said, hearing the annoyance in each word. 

Neron pulled his cut off and tossed it onto the chair beside the bed, then his hoodie, leaving him in just a black sleeveless shirt. Only then did he come over to her resting on the bed, admiring every inch of his newly exposed skin. His rough hands slid up her naked legs to the shirt of his she'd thrown on after her bath, and he pushed it all the way up around her shoulders to expose her back. The callouses on his hands sent a ripple of chills through her body, and goosebumps raised on her arms. It was the first good thing she'd felt in hours.

Neron climbed onto the bed, a knee on either side of her hips, his fingers pressing into the aching muscles. She shied away as he hit a particularly sore spot, but he persisted, working his hands in the practiced way only he knew how to. When she hissed out in pain, he leaned down to press a kiss between her shoulder blades. It was Neron who'd listened to the doctors during her rehab, Neron who took notes and wore reading glasses and focused his full attention when they told him how to help her. She never heard from Rocco again, but Neron never left her side.

If he wasn't so mad at her, he'd whisper soothing words in her ear, his voice so low she could barely hear, but not tonight. She'd have to settle for his lips on her skin. Bella liked him best like this. When the doors were closed and no one could see him, where he could be gentle and loving without judgement. He was mad at her for concealing the truth, but he'd make the pain go away because he could, and he loved her.

Neron worked out the kinks in her back for a long time, long enough for Bella to start getting drowsy from the medicine, and she could feel herself starting to smile from the lack of pain and the feel of him against her. It was such a relief after the misery she'd been in.

Bella turned her head on the pillow to look back at him, his eyes focused on his movements as he massaged her lower back, then up to her shoulders. His hands felt like heaven, and it took all of her willpower to push back the desire in her lower body.

"You're riding back in the van with EZ," he said, words coming out firm. Bella just nodded.

When Neron leaned down to run his lips against the skin of her back, she shifted against him, earning a sharp exhale from his chest. His tongue traced soft lines, and a hum of pleasure left her lips when his beard tickled her spine. She shivered. Her lower half disobeyed her rational thought, and she pressed her hips back into his.

"Watch it," Neron said, his fingers latching onto her waist to hold her still.

Bella laughed and rolled her eyes. "Always the grouchy old man."

"Is that right?" He pulled back and she whined at the loss of contact. He knew she meant his age and not his title.

"Don't stop," she pleaded, looking up at him with her eyes barely open.

He thought about it for a few seconds, all while she pouted, but he just stood from the bed. "Next time, don't hide shit from me."

"So stubborn," Bella whispered under her breath, but he caught it, giving her a look that said he wasn't happy

He reached down and brushed a hand against her cheek. "You think I'm the stubborn one?" She hummed, eyes fluttering closed at his touch. "Sleep," he said, leaning down to kiss her one last time.

Bella latched onto his wrist, keeping him close, deepening the kiss and nipping at his bottom lip. She felt so much better, and he felt so good against her. Her hands wandered up his arms and around his neck, and she tried pulling him back into bed, but he was stronger. Neron latched onto her wrists and forced them down into the mattress above her head.

"Just listen to me for once."

"I'm fine now," she whispered, tugging against his hold, pulling her legs up and squeezing her thighs together. He looked down the length of her body, taking in every last inch of skin. She loved his dominant side. She loved pushing his buttons from time to time.

Finally, Neron released her, thinking she'd conceded, but as he pulled his sweatshirt back on and went for his cut, Bella sat up on her knees on the bed. She grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, an old one of his that was a favorite of hers, and pulled it up over her head, leaving her nearly naked except for a pair of black panties. When he saw what she was up to, he paused, eyes darkening. She reached out and grabbed him by the belt, dragging him back and pressing her body to his.

"What are you doing?" he asked, leaning his head back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to the tattooed column of his throat.

"Trying to get my stubborn, old man to loosen up."

Neron's hands found the swell of her ass, and he squeezed hard enough to make her squeal. "Keep callin' me stubborn, sweetheart."

He didn't give her a chance to respond. He laced his fingers into the hair at the base of her neck and kissed her hard, tossing his cut back down on the bed, and Bella ran her fingers up beneath his sweatshirt. She loved the feel of his warm skin, the lines of his abdomen. While they kissed, she dragged the fabric up his body, exposing the black and white art beneath.

Once she pulled it off of him, she went for his belt next. It was a bulky thing, but she was an expert, and it was unfastened before he could tell her no. He gave her ass another firm squeeze as he kissed her roughly, his tongue stroking against her own.

Bella went for the button of his jeans, popped it open, and slid her hand into the fabric of his boxers where his cock was hard and waiting. He broke the kiss, groaning, resting his forehead against hers. She smirked, giving him a few pumps, using her thumb to brush over the sensitive head.

Almost always in control, Neron found his resolve drifting. She could feel him giving in, and when he kissed her again, she knew she'd won. She kissed down his body, her teeth grazing his nipple piercing, tongue following to taste his skin until she was at eye level with his perfect cock. His fingers laced through her hair as she admired its length, glancing up at him innocently as she took him into her mouth. The most delicious sound left his chest, and she felt wet heat pooling between her legs. There was nothing quite like unraveling her old man, listening to his shallow breaths, watching his eyes close when she sucked the right way. All Bella wanted was to make him feel good, like he'd done for her.

"Fuck," he mumbled, eyes locking on hers as she stared up at him, loving the way his arm muscles flexed when he pulled at her hair, guiding her motions of bobbing her head up and down.

The medication, OxyContin she could now guess by the way she felt, had fully kicked in. She felt like she could take on anything, but the only thing she wanted to do was him. The high had her feeling on top of the world, and she used her tongue to show him just how much she loved him. She pulled off of him when her eyes were burning with tears from taking him so deep, when she could feel his arms tremble ever so slightly has he neared an orgasm.

Bella kissed back up his body, and he claimed her lips when she reached his. When he pulled back, she watched with lust in her eyes as he dropped his head and ran his tongue over her hardened nipple. She let her arms wind around his neck, holding him to her chest as he sucked and nipped, making the desire between her legs so much more intense.

She managed to sit back down on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs so he could stand between her thighs. In one quick motion, Neron hooked his arms under them behind her knees and knocked her flat on her back, his fingers hooking into her panties and dragging them off. He ran his hands back up, squeezing the flesh of her thighs, spreading them wide, his eyes raking up her body until they landed on her aching, soaked center.

Bella gazed up at him as he stared down at her, naked and spread out just for him. "You look fuckin' irresistible," he said, voice low and thick with desire.

"So do you." She couldn't hide her own lust, and she knew it wasn't lost on him.

Neron knelt on the floor between her legs, and her lips parted in anticipation, raising them to drape over his shoulders. He gripped her thighs tight enough to leave indents, forcing a moan from her mouth as he bit into the flesh just above her knee. His tongue soothed the sharp pain. Her pussy was dripping wet now, she could feel it, and her hands fisted the sheets tightly. Finally, his mouth landed right where she wanted it, his tongue licking straight up her center where he sucked her clit between his lips.

Bella cried out, her back arching, but Neron held her firmly, keeping her hips under his control. He ate her pussy like he was dying to do it, pushing her closer and closer to an explosive orgasm until he pulled back, gazing up at her. Her hands were shaking, her legs almost numb, and when they locked eyes, there was a mischievous expression written in his.

Neron crawled up her body, making sure not to put his full weight on her. She wound her legs around his waist, dragging them closer together. He propped himself up on his hands, brushing the hair from her face. She relished the feel of him, of his naked chest blanketing her own. His jeans were still around his waist, so she pushed them down as best she could with her feet, eager to feel his cock filling her up. He knew it, too.

"You wanna take back all that shit you were talkin' earlier?" he asked, biting down hard on the flesh of her breast, just above her nipple. His breath was hot against her skin. All she could do was stifle another moan when he rocked his hips into hers.

"Yes," she whispered breathlessly. 

A knock at the door broke the spell so fast Bella's heart leapt into her throat. The sound of Coco's voice through the thin barrier made Neron groan and drop his forehead onto her chest.

"Yo, Creep, Bish needs us," Coco called out, continuing to pound on the door. He was definitely drunk by the slur of his words.

"You open that door, Johnny, and I'll gut you." Neron yelled loud enough for him to hear. Bella couldn't help but laugh, reaching up to cover her reddening face with her hands. 

Neron dragged himself off of her with a sigh. He looked Bella over while fastening his jeans and buckling his belt, pure irritation written across his face. She bit her lip and watched him redress, feeling incredibly disappointed that neither of them had gotten what they needed.

"Sorry," he said her, slipping his arms back into his cut. He leaned over her still flat on her back, kissing her lips. "This isn't over."

With that, he slipped out of the room, making sure to lock the door on his way out. She turned over on her side, dragging the sheet over her body and groaning into her pillow.

[chaosandcrimson]

no way is that VALERIA 'VAL' DUTTON.. they’re a 24-year-old SYNTH notoriously known for being BRASH  &  TEMPERAMENTAL but there are some people who have seen them being FUNNY  &  INDEPENDENT.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of bubblegum being popped, the high-pitched screech of a sick guitar riff , and how it feels to stare down the barrel of a loaded gun, but that could just be because they’re considered the YOUNG GUN around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

Devils that you know Raise worse hell than a stranger She's the death you chose You're in terrible danger

OVERVIEW

Name: Valeria Annabeth Dutton

FKA: Valeria Annabeth Moreno

Nickname(s): Val (by everyone)

DOB: October 13, 2100

Age: 24

FC: Maia Reficco

Height: 5'3"

Pronouns: They/She

Sexuality: Aromantic/Aroflux Pansexual

Occupation: Bouncer/Musician at The Obelisk

Relationship Status: In an undefined but very committed thing with Guillermo 'Gizmo' de la Luna and Phelan Frost

[+] funny, independent, street smart [–] brash, temperamental, insubordinate

BIOGRAPHY

tw: gang violence, injury, death

Val was created at a time when the mob was beginning to expand their influence in the city. She was made to be the child (apprentice) to a specialised contract killer on the mob's payroll. His real name was unknown to them, as it was to most people, but they grew up calling him Qrow. She never called him dad.

Qrow's speciality was carrying out hits that looked like accidents—even upon further investigation. He was mainly called in when the mob wanted to take someone out without raising any suspicion of foul play. From a young age, he trained Val in his methods and eventually started bringing them out on jobs with him, turning them into an accomplished criminal before they hit their teens.

When she was 15 years old, the two of them were ambushed while wrapping up a job in the city. A violent confrontation ensued that resulted in Qrow's death and Val barely escaping with their life. Heading to a nearby club, she knocked on the back door with the explanation that she did not want to alarm their patrons, and very calmly asked to be taken to a hospital before losing consciousness.

The man who opened the door, DJ Cruz-Dutton, stayed by their side as they recovered from their injuries. At the end of the day, she was told that she was lucky to be alive, but now has permanent damages to her synthetic body that occasionally makes her limbs—in particular her hands—glitch out.

Especially with Qrow gone, their former employers were relentless in trying to get Val back, but DJ and his wife Dahlia point blank refused to hand them over. This caused a permanent rift between the Duttons and the Dallas mob.

They were officially adopted by the Duttons, joining the ranks with their three older siblings—Ian, Ike, and Zel—as well as their honorary sister Eva.

She learned how to play the guitar as a way of practicing her fine motor skills. Along with her siblings and Eva, they formed a band called Three By Five (jokingly known as Eva and the Train Robbers) in which Val is the lead singer and rhythm guitarist. They frequently play at the club where they also all work.

MISC

Val's signature look is two high ponytails, a badass jacket, and a baseball bat with the word 'JUSTICE' on it. (Yes, they are very much inspired by Harley Quinn.)

[byersbootyshorts]

Revenge is Sweet - Chapter Seven

During the last murder of their revenge story, things don't quite go to plan for the couple, leaving Spencer no option but to call in some backup.

Word Count: 2,071

Warnings for this chapter: mention of drugs, murder, gun shots, blood, injury detail, hospital, language

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The final murder was going to be the most gruesome. It was revenge for the wound that was most fresh in Spencer’s mind. Revenge for what he had most recently endured. Revenge for the thing that had made Spencer come up with this murderous spree in the first place.

Spencer and Harley were going to kill Officer Lionel Wilkins- the prison guard who had given Spencer such a hard time during his stay in Millburn Correctional Facility.

They planned everything to the highest degree of accuracy. Practically nothing could go wrong. It would be the perfect ending to their story of revenge.

“Are we all set?” Harley asked, raring to go as Spencer picked up the last few things he needed to complete his mission.

“I think so,” he replied. He quickly checked in his bag. Guns, baseball bats, knives, tazers, and of course, that signature vial of Dilaudid.

“All right then, let’s go.” Harley led Spencer out the door by his hand.

They laid in wait outside the prison. Spencer got chills being so near the place again. He shook his head, trying to wave the awful images out of his mind. Harley noticed and squeezed his arm gently.

“You know we didn’t have to come back here,” she whispered. “We could’ve abducted him from his house.”

“No, we couldn’t,” Spencer said blankly. “He lives in the middle of the city. At least here there’s no one to see us.”

Harley nodded, focusing her eyes back on the towering metal gate at the entrance to the prison. They sat in silence for a few minutes, and then they heard movement.

The huge steel gate creaked open slowly. Spencer strained his eyes to get a look at who had just clocked off for the evening. He forced himself to take deep breaths when he saw that it was, in fact, Officer Wilkins.

Harley tightened her grip on Spencer’s arm. She could almost feel the anger radiating off him.

“Patience, Spence,” she breathed, watching Wilkins as he casually trudged to his car, unaware that he was about to be ambushed.

Luckily, he had parked at the opposite end of the parking lot, far away from the prison entrance where only one street light illuminated the area. Wilkins was packing his bag into his trunk, with his back turned away from Spencer and Harley. This was their chance. Harley grabbed a tazer and a baseball bat from Spencer’s back pack and handed him the bat. They pulled down their ski masks before quickly scampering across the parking lot.

When they reached Wilkins he was still loading things into his trunk. Spencer cleared his throat to get his attention.

“Ahem, excuse me,” he said, causing Wilkins to turn around. Before he could even register the two people in front of him, Harley tazed him. He cried out in pain and Spencer hit him on the head with the baseball bat. At that, he fell unconscious to the ground.

“Quickly,” Spencer urged, grabbing Wilkins’ shoulders while Harley picked up his legs. They hauled Wilkins’ limp body into the back of his car and grabbed the keys from his pocket. Just as they were about to get in the car and make their escape, they heard a shout in the distance.

“Hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” a silhouette roared, beginning to run towards them.

“Shit,” both Harley and Spencer swore. They were so caught up in the struggle of getting Wilkins into the car that they hadn’t noticed another guard emerge from the prison.

“Stop right there!” he demanded, raising his gun.

“Spencer, get in the car,” Harley screamed, pulling her own gun from her holster.

“What are you-,” Spencer began, but Harley’s orders cut him off.

“Spencer, get in the fucking car!”

Spencer did as he was told. He was fumbling to put the keys in the ignition when he heard a shot. And then another. And then another.

“Harley!” he shouted, turning the key, causing the engine to purr to life. He barely had time to think about who those shots had hit before Harley burst through the passenger door, blood dripping down her arm. He looked back and saw the silhouette who was chasing them, now a lifeless lump on the ground.

“Spencer, drive!” she commanded.

The wheels of the car screamed as Spencer stood on the accelerator. As they sped off they could hear the cry of the prison alarm as more guards ran out into the parking lot. Spencer revved the car as fast as he could. The figures of the guards becoming smaller and smaller as they sped away. But he knew they wouldn’t get away that easily. Patrol cars would be sent out in every direction, searching for Officer Wilkins’ car. There was no way they could be seen driving it. Somehow they needed to find another car. But Spencer’s mind was too frantic to think of a plan in that moment.

When they were no longer in the thick of danger, Spencer slowed down, pulling into a wooded area so that the car was hidden by trees.

“Son of a bitch,” Harley exclaimed. As she pulled her shaking hand away from her shoulder Spencer saw the red blood that trickled from her fingers.

“Oh my God. Are you ok?” He immediately scrambled to help her, applying pressure to her shoulder in an attempt to stop the bleeding with one hand and pulling off her ski mask with the other.

“The bastard shot me,” Harley said, wincing slightly at Spencer’s touch.

Spencer slowly began moving Harley’s hoodie to get a better look at the wound. She bit her lip as the material dragged over where the bullet had pierced.

“Harley, you need a hospital,” Spencer told her, his face flushing when he saw the volume of blood that had already spurted from the gash.

“No, I don’t,” Harley said forcefully. “I’m fine.” She pulled away from Spencer, a small whine sticking in her throat as she moved her shoulder.

“No, you’re not,” Spencer insisted, pulling off his mask and pushing it against the source of the bleeding . “Harley, you’re losing too much blood. I think the bullet hit your subclavian artery.”

“Well, what the fuck do we do then?” Harley sighed. “We can’t be seen in this car. And what about him?” She pointed to the body of Officer Wilkins, still unconscious in the back seat.

“I don’t know.” Spencer was starting to panic. He was stuck in the middle of nowhere with the unconscious body of a prison guard, and his wife, who was bleeding out right in front of him. He shut his eyes and thought for a moment. It wasn’t like he could call anyone on the team. He looked at Harley who seemed to be fighting to stay conscious. He knew he had to think of something. He couldn’t lose his wife all for the sake of revenge.

And then an idea came to him.

“Here, are you able to apply pressure there?” he asked Harley, placing her hand where his was. Harley nodded weakly in response. He whipped his phone out of his pocket and scrolled to a contact he hadn’t spoken to in a long time. He pressed the ‘call’ button and put it up to his ear.

“Come on, come on,” he begged into the phone as it began to ring. It rang only twice before Spencer heard a confused “Hello?” in his ear.

Spencer sighed deeply in relief before saying, “Hey Elle, it’s Spencer.”

Spencer quickly explained the whole situation to his old friend. He could’ve screamed when she said she was in town, just 15 minutes from where they were parked. He hung up the phone and turned his attention back to Harley, relieved that she now had a chance of survival.

“Was that Elle?” Harley asked quietly.

“Yeah, it was,” Spencer replied, looking behind him to check that Officer Wilkins was still passed out. “I figured she was our best option. She’s pretty understanding of the whole ‘revenge killing’ thing.”

Harley forced a smile, remembering how Elle had shot the rapist all those years ago. She was thankful that Spencer had called her. She was their only hope.

Just as she promised, Elle pulled up beside the stolen car after 15 minutes had passed. She climbed out of the car and waved at Spencer. Her face fell when she saw Harley slumped over in the seat beside him. She opened the passenger door and immediately began examining Harley’s wound.

“Yep, you definitely need a hospital,” she said calmly. “Do you think you can walk to my car?”

Harley nodded. Her chest was heaving quickly up and down as she fought the sleepy feeling that was enveloping her.

“Spencer, come here and help me,” Elle ordered, pressing her hand on Harley’s shoulder so Spencer could let go. Spencer leapt out of the car and ran over to help Elle. They carefully lifted Harley out of the car. Once she got her footing she was able to walk slightly. But Spencer could feel her legs shaking, showing him how weak she was.

“Ok, I’ll stay with her,” Elle told Spencer once they had Harley safely stationed in the back seat of her car. “You go get…” she trailed off and pointed to the stolen car. “Whoever the fuck that is.”

Spencer exhaustedly hauled Wilkins out of the car and dragged him across the grassy terrain. Elle popped the trunk of her own car and Spencer grunted as he lifted the body into it. He ran back to the stolen car, grabbed his bag and pulled the tazer out of it to give Wilkins one last zap before shutting the trunk. He wanted to make sure he remained unconscious until they reached their destination.

Spencer sat in the back seat along with Harley while Elle drove them to the nearest hospital.

“So, whose the unconscious guy then?” Elle asked nonchalantly.

“A prison guard who made sure my time in jail was a living hell,” Spencer explained.

“Wait, you were in jail?” Elle’s jaw dropped.

“It’s a long story,” Spencer sighed. “Anyway, we just want someone to pay for what’s happened to me.”

“I understand,” Elle smiled.

“I knew you would,” Spencer replied, checking to make sure Harley’s eyes were still open. To his relief, they were. But they were glazed over and lifeless.

“Harley, hey, come on!” Spencer shouted in frenzy. “Elle!”

“I know. I’m going as fast as I can. We’re almost there.”

When they eventually reached the hospital Spencer picked Harley up and clambered out of the car. He had no idea how he had any strength left.

“Can you stay here until I get her into surgery?” Spencer asked Elle hastily.

“Yes, of course,” she replied sympathetically.

Spencer ran through the hospital doors and started shouting, “I have an FBI agent who’s been shot! I need help now!”

Drones of nurses and doctors swarmed him. They gently transported Harley onto a gurney and stuck an IV in her arm.

Spencer rushed down an unfamiliar hallway led by a nurse, his hand not leaving Harley’s. He stayed with her as the nurses prepared for surgery. Staring down at her pale skin he thought the worst. He thought surely she must already be dead. The amount of blood she’d lost had to have been fatal.

But then he felt her hand twitch and squeeze his lightly.

“Spence,” Harley whispered, her eyes flickering open just a crack.

“Hey, you’re going into surgery. You’re going to be ok,” Spencer smiled in relief at the sign of life she’d given him.

“What about-,”

“Don’t worry about him,” Spencer said, referring to Wilkins. “I’m going to give Elle directions to the shipping container so she can take him there. And we’ll deal with him when you get out of here.”

“No,” Harley wheezed. “You have to kill him now.”

“What? No. I’m not leaving you.”

“You have to. This is your revenge, not mine,” Harley’s voice became quieter the more she spoke. “Go and finish what we started and when you come back here I’ll be waiting for y-.” Her voice faded as she slipped from consciousness once more.

Spencer watched anxiously as she was wheeled into the operating room. He took a few deep breaths before setting off back down the hall. He knew what he had to do.

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[hoodielord]

I had this in my drafts for a while.

=====

Three new vigilantes… rouges….Antiheroes in Gotham and they weren’t tied to the Bats. These three work together it seems. Two had taken to the streets and one in their ears, like Oracle. Their names had spread like wildfire. A shorter girl with black hair who called herself Primrose, a tall girl called Nightingale, and a hacker named Pharoh. 

“Still keeping an eye on those three?” Nightwing said from behind him as he filed a new report.

“Jason says that they mainly stay around Crime Alley, so their base is close by him.”

“They never travel far… maybe there is a range to their comms.”

“That’s not it.” Oracle interrupted them.

“What do you have?”

“I had managed to break into their coms. You know how they steal medical supplies sometimes?”

“Yeah, we had always thought that it was just for them to use or maybe the hacker needed them.”

“No, it’s not for him, they have a fourth member. Apparently, he is in really rough shape. He is also Nightingale’s little brother.”

A pause.

“Why don't they take him to a clinic or a hospital?”

“Given the others' wary nature and Primrose’s use of magic, he could be a meta-human or supernatural adjacent.”

“They’re also not that trusting of many adults.”

“Yeah, I'm sure Primrose flipped you the bird quite a few times….They get along with Harley and Ivy though.”

“Oracle, continue trying to break through their firewalls I need more information. Nightwing take my patrol route and see if you can talk to them. I have a meeting with The Justice League tonight,  I will bring this up with Zatanna and Constantine.”

====

Hood had noticed the three new vigilantes but they didn't cause much trouble, they helped most of the time, so he left them alone. The three teenagers seemed to be angry or sad most of the time. He’d often catch Primrose punching thugs just a little harder than usual or see Nightingale crying on a rooftop. Hood wanted to stop but he wasn’t Wing. And even when Wing tried to lighten the mood with one of his shitty puns it seem to make it worse.

 He had a different approach by leaving some medical supplies for them. Primrose and Nightingale had gotten closer to him after that, asking questions about Gotham mostly. Nightingale asked for different supplies and ways she could help out more. Primrose had asked about Gotham’s occult ties. 

This is how he learned about Danny. Nightingale had approached him first.

“I need to ask you something, Red Hood.”

“You can just call me Hood. And I want to ask you about the medical supplies you steal.”

Nightingale backed up a little but then stood tall. 

“We need them for…my brother.”

“Most of the clinics would be able to help you if you need it. Some don't even ask any questions.”

“He’s a special case, Hood. Not many doctors know how to help him..” She muttered at the end but Hood didn’t catch it.

The conversation was interrupted by Primrose landed beside Nightingale glaring at Hood the entire time.

“Look if you help out more I can get you more medical supplies but I need more information. Why steal from Bookstores and antique shops? What do you need?”

Both Primrose and Nightingale looked even more tired. They were close to their last straw, apparently.

Primrose spoke up first. “The reason I stole from antique shops and old bookstores is because Danny is not human or not entirely…. He is tied to death magic making it extremely hard to heal him after what they…after what happened to him.” She bit out that last part.

“Ivy and Harley have helped out quite a bit already but…”

“None of the herbs that Ivy has have helped him.”

This was a little farther than Hood had hoped he would get but he wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Batman and Nightwing have a few acquaintances in the magic community, they might be able to help.”

Primrose and Nightingale looked at each other. They started discussing something but in a different language, Tim had told him that the three had sometimes spoken in Esperanto and thought it was to keep their conversation private.

“Bring them in. We want to meet them first.”

“I’ll tell the Bats.”

 ====

Bruce was almost grateful when Oracle interrupted the Justice League meeting. Constantine was not helpful in explaining the threat that he was complaining about. Zatanna had taken over explaining that the Infinite Realms, a dimension of the dead that is basically the glue in between dimensions had lost their Prince. The Prince had disappeared one day and never returned and the entirety of the realms was looking for him. The denizens of these realms were actively looking for their precious prince. The only information they had on the Prince is that he is extremely powerful, having defeated the previous king in single combat and he was young given that many of them had called him “ghost boy” or “young warrior”. Even a ghost child, the princess, had said she misses her brother.

“His name is Phantom. There are many stories within the magical community about his actions.” Raven had said.

“Yeah, kids a dime a dozen. Real powerhouse…Look the realms are a mixed bag of powerful entities. Many of them are from different mythology and many of them see Phantom as their kid so it's best if we keep an eye out for him or any of those from the infinite realms.”

Oracle had then sent Batman the information Hood had gotten from Primrose and Nightingale.

“Is there something that you wish to add, Batman?” Superman questioned.

“...Yes, There are four individuals in Gotham that require assistance from a magical user.”

Constantine had chosen that time to port out of the conference room leaving Zatanna, Raven and Captain Marvel who could only sigh at his antics.

“You don’t usually ask for help with anything in Gotham, are you sure about this?” Zatanna asks.

Bruce wasn't sure, which was saying something but he chose to trust in the information Hood and Oracle had gathered. He pulled up the information and images of the vigilantes. Many of those outside the magic users had chosen to leave.

“Yes, these individuals have been in Gotham for a few months. Although they often help with many thugs and criminals around Gotham they also have been seen stealing medical supplies and many antiques and books with ties to the occult. We had originally believed that the medical supplies were for their hacker named Pharaoh and the occult items were for Primrose, their magically inclined member to improve her control.”

Batman had pulled up a video of Primrose using magic vines to subdue a thief before he escaped. 

“She shows advanced knowledge of the occult as well as a great control of magic.”

“You said that you originally thought that they had stolen books to improve their magic but…”

“New information has come to light.”

Batman had brought up a frame of the feed from Hood’s helmet, displaying Nightingale and Primrose.

“Nightgale had approached Hood to seek help. She and Primrose had told Hood about her brother named Danny who is believed to be deeply tied to the occult and heavily injured with no way of seeking proper aid.”

The video plays with Primrose and Nightingale talking in Esperanto.

“Danny bezonas la helpon, Ĵazo. Li ankoraŭ ne vekiĝis.”

“Mi scias, sed…”

“Ni devas provi... li ne pliboniĝas.”

(Note :

“Danny needs the help, Jazz. He hasn't woken up yet.”

"I know, but..."

"We have to try... he's not getting better.)

“They sound …” Captain Marvel said concerned.

“They sound like they really need the help. When can we meet them?” Zatanna interrupted.

“You can meet them tomorrow. Hood is setting up a meeting with them in Robinson Park.” Oracle had announced from the conference room’s speakers.

“I’ll look into more healing spells and anything I think might help… I will also see what Constantine knows.”

“I will ask Solomon and see if I can gather any information that can help.” Captain Marvel

=====

Robinson Park 9 pm

The park was quiet. Ivy still maintained most of the park, making sure it was clean and the plants were cared for. Of course, most of Gotham knew to stay away from Ivy’s plants so most of the park was empty. Apparently, Primrose and Ivy had gotten along well enough that they helped each other with the park. Harley and Ivy had even come along to the meeting.

“Ya Bats and magic morons better not hurt Rosy and her family!” Harley yelled at Batman.

“We are here to help, that’s all.”

“It’s okay, Harley,” Nightingale said, turning back to face Batman, Zatanna, Captain Marvel and Raven. “Thanks for coming.”

“You said your brother needs help. How can we help?” Captain Marvel asks.

“You should know if you so much as..” Primrose started to threaten.

“Rose!” Nightingale interrupted “They are here to help and …we …Danny really needs it. We have to try.” Everyone could tell how stressed she was, her voice was quiet and breaking off.

Harley, Ivy, and Primrose had quieted down, each looking equally stressed and tired.

“Please explain the situation.” Batman had said.

“My brother is… he is not entirely human.” Nightingale paused taking a deep breath and continued. “Where we are from they hunted people like him. Even our parents decided that he wasn’t their son anymore and decided that he was just a…ghost possessing him.” Nightingale was getting choked up her words were failing her.

Primrose continued, “His bastard parents decided that he should be captured and studied.” She hissed out that last word. Everyone got the picture.

“And you wanna know the most fucked up part. Their parents are …most of the reason Danny is what he is today. They built that stupid machine in the first place and I … am part of the reason too.”

“Danny was killed and brought back by their machine and they don't even take responsibility for it. I …I am at least trying to.” Ivy placed a hand on Primrose’s shoulder trying to calm her down. 

“My parents… studied the Ghost zone or as most of the ghosts call it..”

“The infinite realms.” Zatanna interrupted.

“You know about the Ghost Zone?” Nightingale said that with hope. 

“Your brother is tied to the infinite realms?” Captain Marvel asks.

“Yes, we are trying to find a way to help Danny but with no way to the realms, we can't. There is a healer in the GZ that can help but Danny is the only one that knows how to build a portal.”

“Batman, this may be related to what we discussed yesterday.” Zatanna turned back to Nightingale, “We need more information, there have been incidents where residents of the infinite realms have made pleas to find a ghost named Phantom.”

Nightingale and Primrose look at each other and then back at Zatanna.

“Phantom is what Danny calls himself when he is using his powers,” Nightingale said.

“We’ll help. Let us help.”

Nightingale tapped her comm. “Pharoh, expect company, we may have people who can help.”

====

Tucker, Jazz, Sam, and Danny had been in Gotham, in this dimension for five months. In the first few weeks, they had found an abandoned three-story brownstone in Crime Alley. It wasn’t much but it worked. They had to steal and fight back a few thugs to make the place their own. Sam had made wards to prevent any supernatural interference. Tucker had installed extra security around it even helping Jazz set up the medical equipment they stole. Danny had his own room, the door was always left open so they could rush in to help him.

When Tucker got the message from Jazz he ran through the Brownstone making sure that was ready. He checked on Danny too. He checked his vitals like Jazz had taught him. Ivy and Harley helped them set up the medical equipment and help Danny as much as possible. 

Tucker walked to the hospital bed set up. He was listening to the uneven rhythm of Danny's heartbeat monitor. 

“Hold on dude, help is coming.” He knew he was saying it just for himself because Danny probably couldn’t hear him. 

When the proximity alarm went off he rushed to his computer to check for Jazz and shut off the alarm and security.

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Jason knew about the brownstone that they were set up in. It was old and worn out on the inside, or it had been a few months ago. Landing on top of the brownstone he noticed the camouflaged security. Hidden turrets and occult symbols lined the roof. Whatever these kids went through, they seemed to be prepared for the worst.

Nightingale had led them through a hatch on the roof and through the attic. The inside was vastly different from the shabby outside. It looked more like a house than most places in Gotham. On the second floor, they stopped in a makeshift kitchen living room. A hotplate and kettle are set up on a table next to the mini-fridge. On the other side of the room was a pair of old couches.

“We left the first floor alone cause it dentures thugs and thieves. Even if they break in though Pharoh’s turrets will stun them enough to drag them out.” Primrose states almost begging someone to try.

She turned to Nightingale, “Go check on Danny I’ll talk to them.” Nightingale nodded solemnly and turned to walk down the hall walking into the room with the only door open.

“Ask your questions I am waiting.” Primrose glares behind her mask her eyes flash a deep purple.

“How long have you been operating like this?” Batman asks.

“In Gotham or…”

“From the beginning.”

“I still don't trust you…any of you. But I think we have exhausted every other avenue.” Primrose sighs.

“It’s not like we’re from this dimension anyway.” Primrose reaches behind her head and unclips her mask. A teenager, maybe around fifteen, her glare was a little less threatening than before given the eyebags that would rival Tim’s. Her eyes still had that purple glow to them that reminded Hood of the Pit rage and given Bat’s eyes narrow he thought the same.

“My name is Sam, not Sammy and definitely not Samatha. My friend’s name is Danny and it's partially my fault he is in this mess.” Sam took a deep breath, “Danny’s family built a portal to the ghost Zone, everyone in Amity Park called them crazy and they were right. The portal didn’t work at first and they gave up. And I was stupid, I wanted to have a look at the portal I mean they build something straight out of a sci-fi movie. I talked Danny into stepping into the portal to get a picture. Stupid, so stupid.” Sam paused and took another breath trying to calm down.

“His parents put the switch on the inside of the portal.” A new voice came from the hallway. Another equally haggard teenager wearing a yellow sweatshirt and pajama pants with a binary code pattern on them.

“I’m Pharoh, my real name is Tucker though.” he took the seat next to Sam and continued.

“The portal turned on with Danny inside. We watched our best friend die and changed into what the ghosts call a halfa, half human half ghost.”  Tucker struggled through that whole statement.

Each hero had their own reaction to those words. B’s shoulders straightened more than before. Zatanna’s expression changed from shocked to concerned. She was now in deep thought. Raven was the same as far as any of them could tell her hood covering her face. Captain Marvel looked like he was still thinking about how to react.

“Danny was hunted but all he was trying to do was keep people safe. They hunted my little brother even our own parents hurt him.” Nightingale spoke up from the hallway with acid in her voice. She was dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt her orange hair tied into a bun.

 “Jazz, How is he?” Sam asks.

“Still the same. Nothing has changed.”

“What can we do to help?”  

The teens looked at each other. “We need more information. Is there anything that we can use to help Danny? Anything from the ghost zone? Find something to heal him or someone.”

“I will ask Oracle if she can pull up any info on the infinite realms.”

“I look forward to working with them.”

Team Phantom get ripped from their home universe into the DCverse. With no money or real ID's in this world. Now thats a problem.

Another big problem is that Danny is badly injured and his core kinda put him into a deep cryo sleep. He needs to rest and gather ectoplasm.

Bigger problem Team Phantom have no clue how to get home because they don't know how to decode the Fenton Portal blue-prints, not even Jazz who at the time didn't pay attention to her parents portal work anymore by the time they finished it. The only one who does have an idea is Danny!

Biggest problem, they landed in a place called Gotham that seems to be overrun with actual villains and heroes? (vigilantes). And for some odd reason many of them seem to find them no matter where the Team goes to hide.

Until they can get their hands on a safe space, tech, and money, Team Phantom might have to go a bit Rogue/Villainous if they wanna keep Danny safe until he wakes up.

[jesytr]

you'd think she'd get used to this. the hustle and the bustle of downtown Gotham. as her car was towed, and instead they drove fast down the street on one side in a taxi that wasn't being paid enough to transport pregnant women. especially those just about to give birth. she needed the extra time to hear jack yelling over the honks, and blaring horns, and swear words, of busy Gotham City.

she could feel her EYES PRYING OUT OVER THE VAST SCAN OF THE BUSY FREEWAY. as the taxi driver drove at a much greater speed , trying to swerve through the open traffic.

it was easy enough for Harley to picture herself in a cabin somewhere sitting warmly with a hot cup of coffee, but instead as she felt the pain simmer in her round belly did she come to the conclusion that she'd have to give birth first. she could feel jack reaching for his gun , encouraging the taxi driver named Bob to speed up, " if you don't hurry I'll spill your brains. " she heard him say , her hand reaching and pressing against the window , " all over the FUCKING BACK SEAT. "

she ignored him , instead presuming to hear him wrong , not that she wouldn't expect that kindve reaction , not from the joker , not from Jack. she felt her eyes widen , as she let out a soft scream. feeling the contractions shorten and shorten the longer they took.

finally they arrived. Jack flew open the doors , tearing her out of the taxi, and handing her off to nurses who rushed the car. having been called beforehand. her jaw slamming shut as she spoke , feeling @clownlious creeping closer , though she couldn't know for sure , " jack ! " she said while being pulled inside the hospital building. a pristine place that she wasn't expecting to give birth in - more akin to the idea that she'd be shipped off to Arkham instead , " jack ! " she repeated , " don't leave ! " she asked desperately afraid of giving birth for the first time. blue eyes seeking his through the crowd of nurses, and down the corridors. a doctor yelling at her , and telling her things that she couldn't hear , not over the pain that went with contractions. tears stinging her eyes.

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It can never be emphasised enough that looking after one’s eyes, and what one can do to preserve good vision, remains one of the most important responsibilities. 

Therefore it is good to talk to one’s GP about one’s eyes and their functions and to see an eye care professional such as an optician when vision deteriorates and glasses or contact lenses are good enough to solve the problem. Then of course there are instances when a visit to the optician or optometrist may not be the answer as the problem with one’s sight may require the intervention of a specialist doctor such as an ophthalmologist. He/she is the specialist doctor that studies for a few more years to be able to offer their services at an advanced level so they can diagnose, prescribe, treat and perform surgeries that the optometrist or GP does not know for. 

The specialist eye doctor is the one with the knowledge, experience, and expertise to ensure that patients receive the best advice and levels of care, such as offered by an ophthalmologist or eye surgeon. These professionals are the ones that take care of those issues that the GP or optician and optometrist may just not have the profile for. Take, for example, the condition referred to as retinal detachment. 

This happens when the retina (the thin film at the back of the eye noted for its light sensitivity) pulls or peels away from the wall of the eye that it is attached to. This normally happens as a result of a hole or small tear having formed in the retina, allowing fluid to pass through, which means one’s vision is interfered with; in extreme cases, this will lead to irreversible damage and may also lead to blindness. 

Fortunately, if acted upon early enough, the detachment can be treated with surgery by a specialist eye surgeon. Symptoms that may be the first indication of such detachment include, for example, the following: candidates/patients may find that dots or lines or specks drift across the eyes – referred to as floaters – to cause you concern; flashes of light may appear in one’s line of vision; a certain dark shadow may be moving across one’s vision; sudden blurry vision. Other indicators may include tunnel vision and even temporary loss of vision. 

These are not to be taken lightly and should immediately be seen by an eye specialist or surgeon who will carry out the necessary tests to establish what the problem could be. If indeed, it turns out to be a case of retinal detachment, then the surgeon will advise – and perform surgery as soon as possible. 

This surgery is a specialised procedure undertaken by an expert that understands every aspect of this – and other – eye condition and what the surgery entails to make sure the retina is reattached and holes or tears sealed or repaired. Because the procedure requires the intervention of an expert, it is advisable to contact a recommended eye surgeon with the best credentials. Fortunately, these surgeons are found in big city centres whether you need them in Glasgow or in, say, London’s Moorfield Eye Hospital where the best work from. 

The retinal detachment is repaired by the surgeon that uses one of two – or a combination of these – methods, i.e. the vitrectomy which is a delicate procedure to remove the vitreous gel that caused the tear or hole, and therefore the peeling away from the walls of the eye, and then to repair the tear. The surgeon can use a laser to make a scar around the tear and then insert a gas or silicone oil bubble that will help the retina heal during the period after the surgery. 

Alternatively, the surgery is carried out by using a so-called scleral buckle (a tiny piece of silicone sponge, for example) that is attached to the eye to push out the eye’s outer wall and up to the hole or tear. The experienced eye surgeon carries this procedure out under either local or general anesthetic, after discussions with the patient. 

The procedure does not take all that long, and the surgeon will discuss after-care with every patient. It is to be expected that patients may need 2 weeks or longer to heal; it varies from one person to the next. The best is to follow the instructions of the surgeon. For best results, it is always advised to have such procedures performed by an experienced, highly thought of specialist in your city or region.

About Us: Mr. Mahi Muqit is a London eye specialist with many years of experience in treating numerous eye conditions. He is a consultant ophthalmologist, cataract, and vitreoretinal surgeon at Moorfields Eye Hospital, as well as in Harley Street.  He specialises in several fields and performs surgery in terms of advanced retinal and vitrectomy surgery. He is well known for laser cataract surgery technology, as well as for his advanced techniques in terms of vitreous surgery, macula surgery, and all retinal surgery. Mr. Muqit enjoys membership of highly regarded bodies such as the Royal College of Ophthalmologists, the British and Eire Association of Vitreoretinal Surgeons, and the UK and Ireland Society of Cataract and Refractive Surgeons. For more detail about his services, please visit https://www.retinasurgeon.uk.com/.

[myriadxofxmuses]

there was a flash of adoration in his eyes as he looked at his girl. his girl. he purred when she complimented him. "I sure do, don't I?" j couldn't resist pressing his bright red lips to hers, hungry for more.

however...

how rude of their guest to deny his hospitality. and how dastardly he'd been to refuse harley's charms. he was going to need a lesson in manners once they made it back to their castle.

-----

the ride to his compound was silent, save for the noise of the van as it drove through the streets of gotham. tension filled the empty spaces. empty eyes stared ahead, ignoring the quiet pleas from their guest in the back as best he could. but his voice was grating on joker's nerves. begging and pleading was so pathetic. pathetic and useless.

"If you were smart, you'd save your breath" he growled lowly his way. he wouldn't be breathing much longer anyway. he should savor what little time he had left.

-----

he jumped out of the vehicle to open harley's door, offering a hand to help her out. joker tucked her arm through his and led her inside, his goons dragging their plaything in behind them. "Home again, home again," he said with a soft giggle, smiling over at harley. "After you my Queen."

he gave her the go ahead to lead the way inside, holding the door for her. he followed behind. his smile dropped to a sneer as they walked. his mind ran through all the possibilities of what kind of a good time they should show their guest.

"How should we play tonight? Guns or knives? I can't decide," he whispered to himself as if reciting some kind of nursery rhyme.

Open to Harley Quinn

*he is a very problematic muse. he will not be all sunshine and rainbows. you are warned.*

@indiestarter

his smirk’s sadistic tendency faded slightly when she solidified his place with her. he knew no one could ever replace him. harley was his creation and she owed him her life. not to mention her freedom.  if he hadn’t broken the box the good doctor kept her mind in, harley quinn would never have existed. it would take much more than a few waded up dollar bills to tear her away from her puddin’.

he held on until the very last finger slipped from his hand.  even though he knew she would never leave, he hated letting her go.  his chest was tight with jealosuy as he watched her mount the unknown outsider. his jaw clenched in anger when he denied her playtime.

he moved harley aside and slithered closer to their victim. “What? I didn’t catch that,” he said holding a hand to his ear. “You don’t like my Harls?” he growled bringing his attention back to the mess of a man in front of him. his jaw slack as he fought the urge to unleash his anger at the disrespect.

the club was tense as the scene continued to unfold. patrons unsure of what was going through joker’s head. the king of gotham was unpredictable and moving even an inch could set him off. everyone was on the edge, ready to leave as soon as the imminent chaos started to unfold.

he scooted even closer. the smell of liquor emanated from the man’s breath. “Please. Just…let…me….go,” he begged quietly. a grin snaked its way across j’s lips. “Bring the car around,” he said to frost, eyes never leaving what was in front of him. “You’re gonna have your fun,” he added to harley before two goons grabbed the man under his arms and drug him out back.

[gothamcitycentral]

☕️ Batman adaptations

Batman adaptations inherently fail if they rely on “reimagining” Batman in a more gritty and ~realistic~ world. Batman is always at least a little silly on a conceptual level. Why would I be interested in a version of a character embarrassed by what it’s based on?

Furthermore, a ~realistic~ Batman abandons his martial arts skills and his gadgets. He dresses in militaristic body armor. He’s meant to be an action hero so he’s denied any detective skills. Yet he’s still described as one of the most intelligent humans on Earth despite doing nothing to prove it. This leaves a Batman whose only power is spying on the general public and being a cop that acts without consequence. He breaks a man’s spine while shouting “WHERES THE GIRL?!”. He follows Batman’s no killing rule but this only means he hospitalizes people on the street instead of killing them. He tells the audience “See? Wouldn’t it be so much better if cops didn’t have to worry about a disgusting criminal’s human rights?” This a Batman who is only an advertisement for a police state and a power fantasy fulfillment geared towards men.

The only Batman adaptation that I think reimagine Batman and his world well is The Batman of 2004. This show doesn’t make changes in a need to be different but a desire to feel distinct. This Bruce isn’t made with distain for the original, but rather he’s a younger Batman who needs time to grow into his predecessors. The villains are often drastically different to their usual portrayals but I never roll my eyes and say “I can’t believe they got this wrong” because the show knows. It knows these characters and therefore how to deviate from them.

The show before this was Batman: The Animated Series. I could not possibly overstate how important this show is the general state of Batman. The cultural idea of Batman is derived from this one. Every Joker is either based or a deliberate divergence from this Joker. It was even the show that invented Harley Quinn, now one of the most iconic Batman related characters.

Going back to my first point, despite their tonal differences, The Lego Batman Movie and The Batman 2022 feel like a beautiful criticism of these Batman adaptations.

The Lego Batman relishes in the real world culture of Batman. He’s famous, he’s beloved, he’s been through every adventure Batman has gone on. The movie references other Batman media as canon history of this world. When doing so, it shows a lot of Batman’s more recent adaptations. These being… the grittier Batman, Batman v Super or The Dark Knight. When it does reference the campy Batman movies (like Adman West) in this montage, it brushes them off. This isn’t meant to mock these movies, but rather tell the audience that the former media is going to characterize this Bruce.

Bruce wallows in his own misery. He can’t move past the death of his parents. However, if Bruce Wayne is a facade and Batman works alone, then is it not Bruce that is dooming himself to his own miserable isolation? We see this when he refuses to believe he sees Alfred as a father figure. We see this when he rejects how important the Joker is to him. We see this when he refuses to consider Dick Grayson his son.

While Batman is characterized by the darker, ~realistic~ versions of himself, both the Joker and Robin are based on the most goofy versions of themselves.

The Joker is extravagant, he’s funny and excitable, he carries himself like a cartoon supervillain, and he’s vulnerable. Nothing about this Joker is derived from the edgy and dark portrayals that so often accompany the Batman this Bruce is characterized from.

Robin as a concept is often seen (by both fans and creators) as something that could never exist in a grounded Batman world. Robin was born in the most campy and light hearted of Batman media. While I wouldn’t call this Robin a particularly good show case of Dick Grayson’s character, I would call it an excellent showcase of Robin.

It doesn’t seem like coincidence that Bruce’s central arc revolves around him embracing these two characters as a part of him. It’s the very thing that saves Gotham. When he accepts them, Batman becomes brighter, happier, cartoonish even. When Bruce offers himself to go to the Phantom Zone, he accepts that Batman isn’t about how cool or powerful he is, how important, but rather the responsibility that Batman carries.

The Batman first characterizes the titular character as intimidating, silent, and something that evokes fear. The first interaction he has with a civilian isn’t awe or thanks, but them begging Batman to not hurt them.

When we see Bruce as Bruce it becomes clear, he is a mess. Not for comedy, but because that’s how this character will be portrayed. He isn’t silent and broody to seem cool, intimidating, or because he doesn’t feel anything, but because he’s feeling a hundred different emotions at once and he still doesn’t understand how to process or articulate them. He feels unable to live up the legacy of Thomas and Martha Wayne but he still desperately tries to uphold it.

Both critics and supporters of this Gotham City’s dark and gloomy atmosphere describe it as an  aesthetic choice. But no, this is very clearly a narrative choice. This Gotham City is a cesspool. It’s filled and controlled by greedy politicians and dirty cops. It drags down and damages everyone who lives there. 

The Riddler is someone damaged by Gotham. He believes it be unsalvageable. He’s angry and hurt by city officials that took and took from the city instead of trying to help it.

But in the end, it’s him who is damaging Gotham out of his own egotism. He become so hellbent on delivering justice to Gotham’s destroyers that he organized and rallied to murder the mayoral candidate.

Yet, this is the politician who plans to truly try to help Gotham. She has true intentions to restart Thomas and Martha Wayne’s plans to help the city. She would be good for Gotham. The Riddler is too blinded by his own pain to see that. He floods the city, he kills civilians, he becomes the very thing he hated.

The Riddler represents who Batman could become. Someone so resentful because of their pain that they tear the city down in their mission to save it. Someone who believes themselves to be a champion of justice yet hurts the people they swore to protect.

Bruce doesn’t allow himself to go down this path. He stops being a symbol of fear because he knows Batman has to be a symbol of hope to help Gotham. His first interaction with a civilian may have been of fear but his last was him holding a woman’s hand as she was carried on a stretcher. His final moments with Selina wasn’t some hollow romance ending but him choosing to help Gotham. He gives up a happy ending with someone he cares about because he knows he has a chance to save his city and, therefore, the responsibility to try.

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Gotham City Sirens Sickfic- part 2

Part 1

Y/N stirred as she heard voices coming from somewhere in the apartment.

“Kitty! Ivy! You’re home!”

“Harley, why is there a girl in my bed?” A voice asked.

“She’s sick, Selina! I found her on the street, I had to do something!”

“If she’s sick, Harley, then why didn’t you take her to a hospital?” Another voice asked.

“Can you really see me rolling up to the ER in my clown get-up, Ivy? Besides, I knew the best medicine was here. That new plant you were working on has great healing properties-”

Y/N groaned before she could stop herself. She just wanted to go back to sleep, where she wasn’t sick and her entire body didn’t hurt.

“Girls, she’s waking up,” The second voice said.

“Great,” the first voice added, “just what we need- someone to know where our base is.”

“She wouldn’t tell anyone, Kitty- why would she? She’s got no reason, not after we help her get better. Besides, maybe she could be one of us!”

“Harley, you can’t just go around and adopt the first stray person you see.” The second voice said, “she probably has a family that’s looking for her.”

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” the first voice added, “we’re going to wait until she falls asleep, then we’re dropping her off at the hospital, okay?”

Y/N struggled to sit up. She opened her eyes and saw three of Gotham City’s most dangerous criminals arguing about what to do with her. Harley Quinn, Catwoman, and Poison Ivy. Slowly, Y/N slid out of the bed and crept across the room. She didn’t get very far before a string of coughs gave away her position. The three women turned their heads in the direction of Y/N’s coughing.

“Doll, I thought I told you to stay in bed!” Harley said.

“Please,” Y/N said, “I need to go. I have to get home. I-”

“You sound terrible,” Catwoman winced, “Harley, did you take her temperature?”

“One hundred and four as of a few hours ago,” Harley replied.

“Let’s check it again,” Poison Ivy said, “she looks awful.”

Poison Ivy approached Y/N, thermometer in hand.

“Please, don’t hurt me, I-”

“Quiet, Flower,” Ivy shushed, “no one’s going to hurt you. Open your mouth.”

Before Y/N could react, the thermometer was back in her mouth. Y/N watched cross-eyed as the number quickly climbed higher and higher until it reached its peak at 104.6 degrees. It started beeping, signaling for Poison Ivy to take it out. She read the number on the thermometer, then shook her head.

“Well, what’s it say?” Catwoman asked.

“It’s one hundred four point six. I don’t know, Selina, I wouldn’t try to move her at this point.”

Catwoman let out a dramatic sigh.

“Fine,” she said, “but as soon as she’s well again, she goes.”

“I-I’m sure I can just go home,” Y/N piped up, “I don’t want to take up any more of your time, and I’d really rather just go back to my apartment.”

“Sorry, Kitten,” Catwoman said, “You’re way too sick to go anywhere right now, except that bed.”

Catwoman looped Y/N’s arm over her shoulder and escorted her back to the bed.

“Besides,” she added, “you’ve seen way too much of our base for us to let you leave right now.”

Catwoman set Y/N down on the bed and pulled the covers up to her chin.

“I need to make a call,” she said.

“Anything we can get for you, Doll?” Harley asked.

Y/N shook her head. She was too scared and too tired at the moment to ask for anything. Y/N let her eyelids drift closed. Maybe this was all a dream, and she’d wake up tomorrow, safe in her own apartment.

Part 3

[finclgicls]

it's not that coop expected zeke to leave her at some point, but it felt nice that he said that. almost like a reassurance, especially when they were about to go into the familiar streets of their hometown. nodding in agreement with his plans, coop rested more relaxed against the seat, humming happily when she felt harley's head against her shoulder—the dog always seemed to pick up whenever she was in a particular funk, even if it was not her intention. she wished she could be at the same wavelength as zeke, mostly because he had seemed plenty excited to come back and see his family. she just hoped that over time, gracetown would be able to grow on her again, and she didn't have any reason not to think it would—especially if people avoided asking questions or saying unprompted things about her father.

she watched as the town went by them from the passenger seat of zeke's jeep much like she had done so plenty of times before. she loved being a teenager in that town with him. she loved the amount of grief she brought to her father when she decided she wanted to work on his garage and when she told him she wouldn't be moving away for college or anything like that. coop could pinpoint the spot where she realized zeke was more than just her dumb best friend to her, and where she was when she got a call from the hospital with the news that bobby cooper hadn't resisted the illness and had been taken from her. their ride was both nostalgic and overwhelming, and she really couldn't help the feeling. once they stopped and got their coffee orders, she snorted at zeke's promise.

"yeah, right," she grinned rolling her eyes playfully. "if you're climbing up the walls later, you can always take harley for a run," his large coffee was huge compared to her regular-sized one. coop had absolutely no intention on keeping herself up until later than necessary, she could already foresee how tiring and emotional that afternoon would be. slightly pursing her lips to the side at his question. "i don't know, she would probably be very confused if she saw us kissing," she laughed, "probably find it a little gross, but mostly because we didn't know you were actually a good kisser when we were teenagers," coop nudged his side before entering the flower shop. mostly, she thought her teenage version wouldn't believe they were together because her best friend turned boyfriend constantly talked to her about lily. but that was a subject she wouldn't bring up unless necessary.

"what do you think i should bring? what about some daffodils and primroses?" she was bad at that. flowers and stuff, but from the display of winter-y flowers, she wanted to pick something bright and make a conscious effort for her father to maybe come back into town and take care of his grave because, at this point, she was paying someone to do it. "are you bringing some for your dad, too?"

"i think she's accepted that i'm a california guy now. no way she's gonna convince me to come back to snow, she knows that." and zeke really did love their life out west. morning surfs, afternoon skates, getting to visit coop at work whenever he was free. zeke had been uncertain about his path when they had moved out there as friends but had managed to find his way. he shared a studio with some friends where they all worked on their art, he had even sold some pieces this past year. and when he wasn't covered in paint he was either putting in hours at the local skateshop he worked at or at someone's house fixing up something in their house. he liked the variety of his life and since he and coop had fully moved in together it had only gotten better. it was their home.

"alright, alright but know if you change your mind i'll be here. we could sleep stacked on top of each other," he teased, laughing even more as he visualized it. "yeah me too except i can finally grow facial hair." it was hard not to think about all the time they had spent together in this car. the adventures, the little arguments, the laughter and occasional tears. it felt kind of full circle to be there now as a couple and he had to wonder how his younger self would react if he could see it. "i dont' think she'd mind at all." and zeke certainly didn't he was glad she had decided on it. "let's get some coffee and then we can hit the florist."

he handed her his phone to put on some music as he pulled out of the driveway, definitely feeling sixteen again as he did. everything felt nostalgic but with her in the passenger seat and harley in the back it somehow felt even better than it used to. he knew this was a tough trip but for him, all he could be reminded of was how much life they had shared together. "shit looks so different and so much the same," he commented as they started to get into town. he parked the car in front of the coffee shop since the florist was just a few stores down. with the day they had ahead, he made sure to get himself a large, laughing at himself as he looked at the size in his hand. "i promise i'll drink some water halfway through this." he joked before the three of them started on their walk down the block. "how do you think younger us would feel if they saw us walking down the street right now? i think i would've fainted if i saw us kiss. either that or smile so big my face breaks in half."

[ravewood]

fresh meat: part 6

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It’s been a week since Jax told Juice about you being at the hospital. He felt like he was driving himself crazy worrying about you. You on the other hand felt realized that maybe Jax didn’t notice or care to think much more of you being at the hospital. 

“Maybe you should go see her, you know talk or somthin’“Jax said as he watch Juice pacing back and forth. They where on a run for the club together. But Jax could see all week how hunted Juice has been with the news of you. 

“And say what?” Juice asked looking up from his laptop. They where running a stake out on a wear house. One that their going to have to break in and steal all the guns that the Mayans stole from them first. Juice was mapping everything out, as well hack into their security system before hand. 

“Just check up on her? She looked kind of sad.” Jax said but before Juice could respond they heard loud gun shots through the empty street. 

“shit” Jax yelled noticed the bullet hole on the SUV. 

“Let’s go, Im in.” Juice said closing the laptop. They got everything they needed for now. This was exactly why he had to put space between him and you. His life wasn’t safe and he knew he couldn’t give you a happy peaceful life. especially the family you wanted. probably the family you where about to have.  

It broke his own heart because he wished he can give it all to you. He would do anything for you but there was so much out of his control. 

As soon as they where back at the clubhouse Juice got on his bike. He couldn't put off seeing you anymore. He was going to so insane the longer he waited. 

Now he stood there pacing back and forth on your drive way. He knew you where home, your car was there. But it was 2 in the morning he wasn't sure if he should even be here.At this point it felt like another force token over his body and mind. 

You on the other hand weren’t asleep like he thought. The pregnancy this far was pretty easy aside from the constant need to pee and the morning sickness that seemed to last all day. You lower stomach was much more pronounced  and there was no way you could fall asleep. You knew you where just going to get bigger. All you wanted to do was roll over and fall asleep on your stomach.

Your heart dropped when you heard the door bell ring. No one ever comes to your house. You slowly creeped out your room looking t the front door. You weren’t sure what to except. You looked through the peep whole to see a very tried and frustrated Juice pacing. 

“So fucken stupid. It’s the middle of the fucken night” Juice mumbled to himself as he was about to give up and just go crash in his dorm. 

“Juice?” You asked opening the door. Maybe you where dreaming. Was he really here. You didn't know if you wanted to see him or not.

“(y/n)...” Juice whispered looking at you with awh. It’s been so long, he missed you so much. He didn't even realized how much till he saw you right there in front of him. 

He felt awh stuck he couldn’t say anything but star at you. You stood there with your hair tied in a messy bun, pieces framing your face perfectly. You had on his old Harley Davidson t shirt that stopped dangerously at your thighs. Some hoe you looked different from before. There was almost a glow. 

He did notice your curves filled out even more. You looked unreal to him. He thought before you where perfect but now he was done for sure. But then his world came slamming down again. The shirt hugged your mid section. There was a small bump there. 

You felt like you where shaking with anxiety as Juice started at you. You knew you gained probably 30 pounds so far and you felt uneasy in your own skin. The way he studied. He frozen when he noticed your bump. You knew this was coming. Jax must have told him. 

“What are you doing here at 2 am?” You finally asked the silence was killing you. 

“Your pregnant?”Juice asked his eyes finally meeting your own. 

“Yeah obviously.” You stated as you adjusted the shirt on yourself. You hated yourself for only wearing his t shirt to bed. You missed him and it still smelled like him. That and maybe none of your other clothes fit you. 

“where you sleeping around with other guys?” Juice asked letting his anger get the better of him.

“You came here in the middle of the night just to accuse me?” You asked him crossing your arms over. 

“No- I just” Juice stumbled over his own words. He didn’t know how to even talk with you. He wasn't sure what he had to say. 

“Juice, I’m 22 weeks. ” you said hoping it was some clarity. 

“I haven’t been with anyone else but you.” You finally said as he said nothing. It was almost like a click went off in his head. Reality seemed to hit Juice in the face. He wasn’t sure why he was surprised, they weren’t the most careful before. 

“Did you want to come in or something?” You asked  as you where getting cold outside. And you didn’t really want anyone to see you almost naked.

“Can I?” He asked and you just let out a chuckle letting him through the door. I felt the same as it always was. He sat down on the couch trying to control himself. Every inch of this house he had memories with you from before. You slowly sat down on the other end of the couch facing him. You pulled the throw blanket over yourself. 

“I don’t want to pressure you into anything you don’t want. I didn’t know I was pregnant when we had that fight. If you want to stick around then you can, but you need to decided before he’s born. I don’t know him to have a father that’s in and out of his life." You finally spoke. You had no idea what Juice was thinking about. 

“It’s a boy?” Juice asked looking at you with his big brown eyes. 

“Yeah, I found out last week. I’m a little over half way through the pregnancy.” You said trying to stretch out your legs over the sofa but didn’t dare get too close to Juice. 

Juice was trying to process everything. He was going to be a father. He never really thought about it before. He never had his father in the picture, maybe that’s why he’s so messed up now. He wouldn’t never be that man. 

“Do you want to see a picture?” You asked trying to make him feel more comfortable with the idea. You knew the feeling of how unreal it felt. You quickly walked to the kitchen grabbing the ultrasound photo off and rushing back to Juice. You sat on the arm rest next to him. You can feel his skin oh so slightly against yours. 

“He has a big head like you.” You joked point to the picture. It wasn't too clear to see but you can easy make out the shape of the baby.  

Juice smiled looking over the ultrasound. You where so excited and happy as you explained where the feet are and how big he is. Juice couldn’t help it when he looked at you all he felt was love. He wanted to make you smile like that everyday. 

His slowly snaked his arms around you before pulling you down on to his lap. You flinch a little when you felt his hand run up and down your exposed tight. his cold gold rings sent goose bumps all over your body. 

“Juice?” You asked not sure if all this was real or not. You pictured telling him about the baby so many times before. 

“(y/n) I am so sorry. You should hate me. But I am a very jealous man and I don’t want to let you go. I know you deserve better, to be with someone that can give you everything. I know I can’t but I sure in hell will try. I want to give you everything you want. “ He said looking in your eyes. IT was like he was searching for something anything in them. 

“You stupid idiot.” You cried out hitting his chest. all the emotions that you’ve been hiding away these past few months all started to unfold. Juice just at there and let you hit his chest as you cried and cursed at him. 

“I missed you so much. I felt so lonely. I love you and you left me.” You cried when you finally calmed down a little letting yourself rest against his hard chest. 

“Shhh darlin, I know I’m the worst. I don’t know how to do any of this. I never been in love. I never was shown love. You just nee to put me in my place. I will never leave. You are my home. Our son is my home.” He said rubbing your back hoping you’d forgive him. 

“I don’t want you coming back just because you knocked me up. I want you to want to be here because of me. Because you want to be here yourself.” You said looking up at him. Juice groaned he was using all his self control to hold back. You looked too cute with your lip pouting and cheeks red and swollen from crying. What’s wrong with him being turned on at the sit of you like this. 

“I love you. I’m not going anywhere.” Juice whispered as he finally had the strength to press his lips against yours. The kiss was so painfully slow. By now you where straddling him your hands gripping his shirt tightly as if to make sure he wouldn’t disappear. 

His large hands ran under your shirt tracing your hips. They where slowly traveling towards your pregnant belly. The kiss finally broke apart when he pulled the shirt off you leaving you in only panties. Juice couldn’t help but look at you. You breast where huge now, your belly sticking out. He traced it slowly, it was hard. He couldn’t believe it was his baby in there. 

“Your beautiful darlin.” He whispered still amazed at the sight of you in front of him. 

“I’m huge Juice. I feel gross all the time. I don’t fit any of my clothes. My boobs hurt and feel like they weigh a hundred pounds each.” You huffed rolling your eyes at the man in front of you. 

“Yeah and so damn beautiful.”He said smiling up at you before connecting your lisp back together. It didn’t take long before Juice had brought you back to your bedroom. It wasn't just sex anymore. It was passionate and slow. It was like you both desperately wanted to show how much much you've missed and loved each other. 

[underthe-redhood]

our last chance

- side note: it's mentioned that the reader is the daughter of bruce and selina, but it's never mentioned that she's biologically related, so you could definitely interpret it as her being adopted by them!

2. wake him up!

- synopsis\\ you watch as dick runs off after batman betrays him for the last time, causing the family to fall apart. after an explosion, and a time machine, with a speedster to help you, you have one last chance to stop history from repeating itself.

- word count: 1,590

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it was all starting to come back to you, and you finally felt enough energy to slowly sit up. god knows how long you spent lying on the ground of wherever you were, but when you sat up, your eye caught the figure of a familiar redhead. "bart!" you were worried, as he was laying a few feet away from you, and was still unconscious. unless, he wasn't unconscious? with a wave of fear flowing through you, you dragged yourself over to him to check for a pulse that you were lucky enough to find. now, all you needed to do was figure out how to wake him up, and remember the rest of what happened.

     he had a good number of injuries, but they didn't seem to be too deep or serious. you wanted to call for help, but you still weren't sure where you were or what had happened. you placed him a recovery position and continued to check his pulse every minute while you thought of what to do. meanwhile, in the back of your mind, the puzzle was continuing to piece itself together.

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     you were hanging out in a park with harley, ivy, and your mom where you were helping ivy grow an abundance of plants. not many people used that park anymore, anyway. they'd usually head to a more popular park a few streets above, but all the playground equipment had been left behind and ivy claimed it was hurting the environment. you sat on a bench with harley, drinking a slushy as selina helped get rid of the equipment once ivy's plants had broken it down.

     "so have you visited joker yet?" you asked, trying to strike up some conversation even though the silence wasn't necessarily uncomfortable. you knew she'd sneak in from time to time to visit him, and you were grateful for the times that ivy stopped her from doing so. after all, ivy was much better for harley, even if she was also a villain.

     "no need to," she said with a smile. your face showed your confusion, urging her to explain. "mistah j escaped a couple hours ago! he's on his way to pay the commissioner and his daughter a visitor," she smiled, though it didn't last for longer than a second as her expression quickly morphed into guilt. "er, please don't tell your dad though!" she exclaimed.

     "harley," you started with a panicked voice and wide eyes. "i have to," you said as adreneline rushed through you and you got ready to run off. 

     she sighed, "stay safe kid, and please don't tell mistah j that i let his secret slip." you knew she felt guilty for both you and joker. you were selina's kid, so she saw you as family in a way. but she was also fairly attached to the joker, still. you couldn't wait for the day when ivy would finally convince her to leave him.

    "sure," you said, before running off. you were hoping you wouldn't be too late. taking your phone out of your belt, you called batman.

     "hello?" he said, in his gruff "dark knight" voice. he listened as you explained the situation to him, leaving out how harley was the one who let it slip. "i'm on my way," he said. he was closer to her apartment than you were, so maybe there was still hope.

     oh how naïve you were to think so. the night ended in chaos. the rest of the week went by in chaos. by the time barbara was "saved", she was taken to a hospital though she'd lost her ability to walk. it wasn't an issue, of course. she was alive and that was all that mattered. besides, now she could help from behind the scenes which was always her strong suit to begin with. she was oracle, and that was that. except that it wasn't. you knew the truth, and as glad you were, it was eating you alive. it's not like you hadn't tried tracking dick down, you'd been to blüdhaven. you went to his apartment, but it was empty and there no was no trace of him having been there after he left.

     you'd asked starfire for help, and she was more than happy to lend it to you. you always assumed that dick would end up with her, though you couldn't say you were too surprised when he began dating barbara. even with kori's help, all your searches came up empty. jason, roy, and wally were looking on their own too. everyone was, except for bruce and barbara who wanted to give him his space. no one was talking about it, about him. but they were all looking. before you could blink, it'd been five months. you missed your brother, and you couldn't help but wonder if he missed anyone too.

     all you could do was hope he was okay, as you began visiting bart more frequently. he'd sit in his living room, replacing some parts of his time machine the best he could. and you'd watch him for hours on end, fascinated by what he was doing. the two of you were slowing growing closer, and falling for each other. there was no denying that. though, neither of you acted on your feelings, or even voiced them out loud. you didn't need to quite yet. besides, the timing wasn't right.

     as much as you tried to stop yourself, you couldn't help but do some digging. you wanted to know the exact details that tore your family apart. so, you'd find all the puzzle pieces you could, then you'd take them to bart who would help you piece them together. another month had passed, making it seven months since dick had left. you were sure you'd finally figured out what happened. bruce had sent dick on a mission in boston for a week. if you understood the crumbs you'd found, that was what caused the domino effect of bad events. later that week, bruce and barbara had their affair. 

     a few weeks after that was when barbara found out about the baby, and whose the baby was. bruce came clean to dick, who left. overwhelmed by guilt, barbara got into a fight with some thugs some days later and she lost her baby during it. the more you thought about all that happened, the crazier it drove you. and the crazier you went, the more you thought about it. it was an endless, torturess cycle. how could your dad...how could bruce do something like this?

     bart did everything he could to help you move on. and so, he zeta tubed with you everywhere you went. he'd run around the city to see if he could find dick, while you searched a few specific spots thoroughly. no luck. after six months, you couldn't tell if you were giving up hope, or if you'd just completely snapped. you'd completely stopped talking to your dad and barbara, not that either of them had noticed. everyone else had given up on their searches and was moving on. so, why couldn't you? why were you so hell-bent on finding dick? maybe it was because you were closest to him, or maybe it was because you felt guilty that batman had put him through so much and ended their ties the way he did. maybe you'd never know.

     but you couldn't sleep the same anymore, and so you knew you weren't done.

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that was great and all. it was great that you were able to remember most of what happened, but the most important part was still missing. what did you do, and how did it lead to where you are now? you couldn't remember. your memories were finally running dry. no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't remember anything past waking up the morning after and heading to bart's place. you were drawing blanks and it was irritating you. not to mention, you were worried because bart hadn't woken up yet. you didn't see any clocks nearby, and the watch you were wearing had broken. you were sure that was an important key too, but it could wait until later.

     you didn't know how long you'd been awake, or how long bart had been out. all you knew was that you both needed some sort of medical attention. him especially if he didn't wake up soon. you'd scrunched your eyebrows up in worry as you thought about what your next step should be. you checked his pulse one last time, before carefully standing up. you moved around the room, hoping to find some clues as to where you might be. you tried the door first, to see if it was locked. it wasn't. that was good, at least the two of you probably weren't in any danger anymore.

     you didn't fail to notice how you and bart were both in your civillian clothes, another good sign. a little more investigating lead to find that you were in a office of some sort that had lots of lab supplies in it. you tried to use logical reasoning to think of where you were, instead of continuing to attempt to use your memories. that was when it hit you. flash was a csi, wasn't he? you must've been in his office, or something like that anyway. your train of thought was interrupted by a groan of pain coming from the other side of the room. finally, a turn of events that you desperately needed.

     bart was awake.