#Injured oc

[eternalworry]

I don’t think I posted this here yet

(Ren is like 19 here)

[sappygentlemen]

PART FIVE. to my beloved, basement dweller

you know the drill.

TW: DARK, GORE DESCRIPTIONS, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS/ATTACHMENTS/BEHAVIORS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION ☝️‼️

beep. beep. beep. beep.

".... do you think Sam will wake up today?.."

".......I dont know Quincy... im doing everything I can, but between, all their current injuries, their lack of a leg, the mass amount of VERY old injuries it seems, that never healed right..... i... i dont know Quincy."

".....its been 3 weeks........"

Quincy wanted to ask if Sam would EVER wake up... but he knew he couldnt handle the potential answer to that question. He chose to hold his tongue. even though Nate knew exactly what he wanted to ask.

sigh "i know Quincy. Im sorry.....Your welcome to stay, but i suggest you go hom-"

"Id like to stay.. please.... please nate.."

Quincys voice was wavering, cracked at the end. His previous sobbing evident in his hoarse throat and sniffles. The eye bags proved the lack of sleep hed been getting these past few weeks, but Nate didnt need them to know.. Nate had been Sams doctor since Quincy bravely rushed Sam to his mentor.. their next door neighbor.. Dr. Nate.

As Quincy stood, wobbly, but standing, Nate could do nothing but look at his usually lively and strong assistant, with sympathy, and concern. Hed promised not to look into the situation that caused Sams state, under a promise he made Quincy, that possibly went against everything Nate stood for, but a promise Nate intended to keep ,for Quincys sake nonetheless.

"very well. please have a shower though.. i know this is hard but, im sure your friend wouldn't want to see you suffer like this."

Silence fills the room. Quincy walks to the white, clean, neat hospital bed. Sams hospital bed. The same bed, hed been laying, un-moving, for 3 weeks. Sams condition was stable, and he was healing well, but he had remained in the coma, causing Nate to be concerned... concerned that maybe he would never wake up..

Though, he was interrupted and his attention was stolen, as he got an urgent code, not being able to say a proper goodbye to his former assistant, before he was rushing and running down the halls of the hospital. Quincy was understanding, he knew no matter how much Dr.Nate cared, he still had a job to do.

He calmly pulled a small book of poems out of his bag, as he pulled a chair up next to Sams bed, making sure to avoid all the wires. He had read this book to Sam everyday, since the second day of Sams hospital stay, when Quincy made a trip home, to pack a bag of stuff.

"this was always your favorite book.. you used to read it to me, remember?... i hope you can hear me reading it...im trying my best to do get all the voices right.."

The silence in the room is interrupted, by a cracked, hoarse, sob escaping Quincy's throat, as he chuckled lightly, whipping away his tears with his jacket sleeve.....more specifically.. Sams jacket sleeve...

"everyone knows you were always the best at that...i hope im doing just as good for you."

Quincy sighed, putting the book down. he hated crying while he read the book of poems, afraid to get his tears on the precious pages. Quincy held onto Sams larger hand, before laying his head on s\Sams lap. letting the tears flow silently as his mind recounted these last three weeks.

He had visited his house, and his Brother, once every week. to grab supplies. The first time he went home. he was bombarded by his older brother, though, he couldnt bear to look Declan in the eyes. He fought Declan, proving he could hold his ground, and that he was no longer the little baby brother Declan once knew. Instead, he had grown into a man. A man who promised himself to be better then Declan or his Father could ever hope to be. He loved Sam like a father, and losing Sam gave him all the strength he could never muster, to finally stand up to Declan. When he left Declan, he had made sure to leave his mark on that house, and Declan himself, without even being physically violent. he had destroyed every gift hed ever received from Declan, including, the most valuable, and meaningful... his beloved piano.

Declan was of course, devastated by Quincys absence, and "betrayal", but Quincy could care less. Quincys last piece of pity to his older brother, came in a promise, a promise to never spill Declan and Sams, dark secret. But, the promise came at a cost. Declan could never speak to him or Sam again.

As Quincy laid his head on Sams soft lap, covered in a soft fleece blanket, that Sam had loved dearly. Quincy finally looked up, and out the window. it was dark outside.... he hadnt realized hed been here this long... maybe he would take a shower in the morning.... just a quick one. but for now. he need to sleep. Crying for so long made his body weak and his head heavy. Quickly setting up a little space beside Sam, on the bed, as he did every night, and began squishing his small body, into Sams side, not moving Sam, too afraid to worsen his condition or mess up a wire. Eventually, as Quincy calmed down, next to Sam, he began to slowly drift off.

Not noticing the figure behind the hospital curtain.

I slowly blinked my eyes open, met with an entirely sore body, a weight on my side, and a horrible migraine. There is an extremely annoying in my ear. god damn beeping.

I slowly blinked and looked around to my left, seeing Quincy laying in my side, peacefully curled up, head on my chest. so thats where i was. a hospital. such a smart boy, i leaned my head down, pressing a kiss to his forehead, slowly and painfully moving the hand underneath him, out from under him, and then draping it over his body, instantly relaxing his tense form, as, even in his unconscious state, he began to uncurl and wrap around my side, head snuggled deeper into my chest.

even as a growing young man... hes still my little boy..

After a few seconds of staring at Quincys obviously disheveled and weak body, i turned my head to the right, trying to take in my surroundings. but before I could. I was met with a sight i never expected.

Declan.

Declan was standing about 6 feet away from my bed, no emotion, just a blank stare as we made eye contact. I was un-phased. I did not care if he wanted forgiveness. i did not care if he was was "right" or if i "deserved" this punishment. i was no longer his. he was no longer my soulmate, and im starting to think he never was.....

Declan and me made eye contact as his gaze turned from blank, to one of remorse, opening his mouth. but before he could, i shook my head. turning away from his form. I could hear his hesitant and heavy footsteps as he walked towards me.

"youre still mine. youll get better, and then we can be better again... all of us... we can be a family.."

a deafening silence filled the room

.............

i cleared my dry, hoarse throat as i attempted to whisper. Quietly pressing the "doctor" button, on my hospital bed remote.

"no. I am not yours anymore. I may have been, once upon a time... but that twisted fairytale, has long since ended. Goodbye."

Declan must have heard the hurried footsteps too, as he quickly left the room, but not without one more scowl my way.

very Soon, a very.....handsome? man hurridely stepped into the room, body obviously tense and in a panic as spoke quickly, without looking up....oh.. so this was my angel.. how cute

"QUINCY!! you called?? what hapened??? Are they coding?!?!........oh. um, hello?"

The short, nervous doctor, let out a small chuckle as he came closer to me, at a slower, calmer pace now.

"its good to see you awake.. mr. sam... im sure Quincy will be elated by the news"

"hello... yes, im sure he will be too... thank you.. for saving me that day.....but um.. speaking of days.... what day IS it"

"Its the 30th. youve been in a coma for 3 weeks. its good to have you back."

To my concerned displeasure, Quincy woke up, likely at all the noise. quickly stiffening, when he saw my wide, tired eyes. He quickly sat up before launching himself into my arms, with wide eyed, smiling sobs.

"SAM!!! YOURE AWAKE!! OH GOSH I WAS SO SCARED!!!!"

his voice trailed off, as he laid his lower body, between my legs, and his upper body, on my chest and stomach, arms wrapped around my waist. I slowly stroked his hair, hoping to offer some comfort

"....i thought you might never wake up......i was so scared"

The handsome doctor, pulled up a chair next to me, smiling and began explaining things to me, such as the next steps treatment wise. I would receive a prosthetic leg, and daily walks/physical therapy. but i needed to stay under their care, to monitor all my other injuries.

MONTHS LATER

I had been officially released from the hospital two weeks ago, though i received daily physical therapy sessions. my new prosthetic leg was helping a ton, Quincy had gone back to working as an assistant for Dr- i mean.. Nate,, just Nate :)

Nate had moved, recently, to a bigger space. Allowing me and Quincy to move in with him. He was a kind, gentle man, and he was incredibly sweet to me.... even when i had my strongest PTSD episodes... he and Quincy were always there.

I had been diagnosed with BPD and PTSD, during my time at the hospital, with the help of my amazing therapist and psychologist. Life had been hard to manage with those two together.. the meds.. the physical therapy.. the healing process... it was all incredibly hard.

But it wasnt all bad!! I had gotten closer to Dr.Na- i mean. just.. Nate :)

And i had begun working at a nearby bakery, to help pay the bills and my medical expenses. Quincy deserved a childhood, and i was prepared to give him one, always trying to take him places with my extra money, or give him cute little gifts. he was a sweet kid, he deserved the world. Nate and I had gotten close, and i had developed a mini crush on him, though i wont act on it yet.. my therapist says i need to differentiate fiction from reality, so i dont potentially hurt Nate. so, im gonna do my best.

however.... Declan also hasn't left me alone.... ive been getting weekly letters.. dark letters... letters with pictures of me in different places. it was all concerning.. though id decided to ignore it.. surely he wouldnt try anything again?

......right?

[deeva-arud]

Omg. the light... they're finally seeing it......

Wrong movie, boys!!! The twin thieves don't flip boats during the romantic scene, get your roles right!!

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And just a liiitle painful extra:

[zondearts]

The troubled teen

[sporeclan]

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Another one joins the club!

[bananahkim]

Nayaka doodles + Jet!

Not sure if I’ve posted about her here so. She lives in the earth kingdom, she’s a glassblower, and right now she has no idea what to do with this boy Jet because he’s taken a liking to her after she took care of him and doesn’t know she’s a firebender.

[skuaclan]

Aftermath.

[charmac]

I need RCG to start writing Dennis like this again.

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 31

Asking for help - Therapy - Making Amends - "I'm alive, just not well" (Elliott Lee, Alive, not well)

"Master.... please help it", Whumpee came running through the house.

Whumper looked up from their book as Whumpee came tearing into the living room.

"Help what?", Whumper frowned, "hey, relax, take a deep breath... I can't understand what you're on about."

Whumpee took a rushed breath before repeating.

"Help it please, it's dying", Whumpee hurried again.

Whumper saw tears in Whumpee's eyes.

"You're dying?", Whumper frowned.

Whumpee shook their head no.

"Alright alright. I'll humor you", Whumper got up, "take me to what you're talking about."

Whumper followed Whumpee outside to the end of their yard.

Whumpee knelt down and looked up at Whumper pleadingly.

Whumper looked along the curve until they saw two beady eyes looking up at them.

"Oh my", Whumper frowned, "a little kitten."

"I saw a car swerve and purposely hit it", Whumpee admitted, "please Master."

"Whumpee sometimes we can't fix these things. We can't mess with nature. I know it's sad, but we... can't.... help them", Whumper frowned as Whumpee wiped their eyes, "Whumpee", Whumper they sighed.

"It's not fair", Whumpee sobbed, "you saved m..."

"I know Whumpee", Whumper sighed, "I'll take it to the animal hospital though. They can give it a more comfortable good bye."

Whumpee looked at the cat sadly.

"Would you like to go with me?", Whumper started to pick up the kitten, "you have to promise to be good."

Whumpee thought quietly and nodded.

"Alright, let's go find a box and make it comfortable. I'm sure they will be happy to have someone love them for their last few moments", Whumper cradled the baby gently.

Whumpee gently pet the kitten's head as Whumper drove to the vet office.

"Whumpee, I'm sorry you have to learn about mean people like this", Whumper glanced at them, "I know I wasn't the nicest a while ago, and I hope you see me trying to be better. People are cold and heartless."

Whumpee sniffled a little and nodded, "you're a good master.. Master", Whumpee whispered.

"It's.... purring", Whumpee smiled weakly.

"It's showing you that it appreciates the love you are giving it", Whumper smiled comfortingly.

Whumper explained the situation to the vet.

"My... uh.. child saw the kitten get purposely hit. They wanted to try to save it, but I don't know if there is much we can do", Whumper sighed, "I thought we would at least give it this."

The vet nodded, and took the kitten from Whumpee.

Whumpee couldn't help but start crying.

Whumper wrapped an arm around Whumpee to comfort them.

"Shh, it's alright", Whumper whispered, "we are giving the the best we can. The vet knows how to help them now."

The car ride home was almost quiet. Whumpee's sobbing was louder than they intended.

"Whumpee when we get home, you can relax for the afternoon", Whumper sighed, "you've had a hard day."

"The... chores?", Whumpee shook.

"I'll do the chores today", Whumper sighed, "its fine."

Whumpee curled up in the corner of the living room and held one of their stuffies in their arms.

"I wonder if the kitten had a name even", Whumpee watched Whumper come in, "what if it dies without a name?"

Whumper thought quietly, "what would you have named it?"

"Hope", Whumpee answered quickly.

Whumper nodded, "well it now has a name."

Whumpee smiled.

Whumper snuck out the following day and went up to the vet.

"So what was the verdict with the kitten?", Whumper frowned.

"Unfortunately, you were right. The best thing we could do was put it down. There were too many injuries. The kitten wouldn't have had a good quality of life", the vet sighed, "how is your child doing?"

"Distraught, they named the kitten Hope. They were afraid it would die without a name", Whumper smiled, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but are their any kittens for adoption?"

"Whumpee, will you come here", Whumper called from the living room.

"Yes Master.. one minute please", Whumpee called back.

Whumper sat down, but out of excitement, they jumped back up.

Whumpee came in and knelt.

"Whumpee you have been doing so well lately. I am so proud of you", Whumper almost laughed gleefully, "you about broke my heart yesterday. So, I decided to reward you with something I think you'll love.

Whumpee looked at Whumper timidly. Their master may have changed majorly, but surprises were still a little nerve racking.

Whumpee sat down and reached down the side of their chair. They pulled up a small fur ball.

"Master.... what? Wait is that?", Whumpee almost jumped up but remembered their rules.

"This, unfortunately, is not Hope. Hope was very badly hurt. But, they believe this is one of Hope's siblings. They are doing a DNA test right now. The kitten was also found near where Hope was found. This kitten is for you, my dear", Whumper smiled, "you may come say hi."

Whumpee popped up and hurried to Whumper's side.

The kitten mewed at Whumpee as they reached a hand to pet it.

"They will be your responsibility, but I will help", Whumper smiled, "I was considering getting a pet, so this is why I went ahead and adopted them."

"What's their name?", Whumpee whispered as they got their face closer.

The kitten playfully pawed at Whumpee's nose, making them giggle.

"They don't have one just yet", Whumper chuckled as they handed the kitten to Whumpee, "I thought that could be your job."

Whumpee looked at Whumper with doe eyes.

"I get to name them?", Whumpee whispered.

"Yes my dear", Whumper nodded, then watched as Whumpee thought.

The kitten wiggled around in Whumpee's arms.

"Happy", Whumpee finally smiled, "because they made me very happy. Is that okay Master?"

"That is a very good name", Whumper smiled as they patted Whumpee's head, "the vet gave us a few things to use, but we will need to get some stuff tomorrow for Happy. It's a little late now."

Whumpee nodded as they looked down at the kitten.

"Thankyou so much Master", Whumpee smiled up at them, "this means so much."

"You're welcome dear", Whumper leaned back, "do you have any more chores to do?"

"No Master, I finished everything", Whumpee smiled, "they're purring."

"Then go ahead and enjoy some time with Happy", Whumper smiled.

"Whumpee go ahead and get ready for bed", Whumper stood at the end of the hall.

"Yes Master", Whumpee answered happily.

Whumpee set the kitten down on their mattress and started to change.

They noticed how the kitten stared at them, and they realized they were looking at a scar on Whumpee's stomach.

"Oh, Master did that a while ago. They almost killed me when they went too far, but they saved my life", Whumpee answered the unspoken question, "they're different now... honest."

The kitten meowed at Whumpee.

"Meow" Whumpee giggled.

Whumper was surprised when they saw the kitten round the corner and stare up at them.

"Hello", Whumper greeted, "I thought you were sleeping with Whumpee."

Whumper reached down a hand to see if the kitten would come to them.

Happy stared at the hand for a moment before walking toward it.

"Such a good kitty.... ow", Whumper pulled their hand back and glared at the cat, "what was that for?", Whumper watched two spots of blood coming out from their hand, "you better not make that a habit."

The kitten pranced off seemingly pleased with themself.

They kitten climbed back onto the mattress, they stopped to look at Whumpee's stomach before crawling up to Whumpee's nose and softly pawed at them.

Whumpee woke up a little and pet the kitten until they snuggled up close again.

"Goodnight Happy", Whumpee whispered.

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[brokenpieces-72]

Echo

Note: I have been working on this oc for a while, and there's a lot I wanted to do with them. This story is oc reader insert, so I leave the name open but the hero name is already established.

CW: Foster system (abuse of it), injured reader, financial abuse, car crash, let me know if I missed anything.

You know that feeling when everything seems to be falling apart? You’ve had it before, when you lost your parents and separated from your sibling in the foster system. You feel it now too along with plenty of soreness from your injuries.

You lay in the hospital bed, with your cracked phone screen. Foster parents hadn’t seen any of your texts and no phone calls had been answered. You messaged your sibling but they wouldn’t be able to make it to you. Your friends were either stuck at work or asleep right now. The nurses and doctor suggested calling a lawyer for yourself, since the other driver is a lawyer and his family wants to press charges. Insurance company has you covered for any other surgery or treatment they need to do so no need to contact them.

Still, you stare at your phone screen staring at the small text message history you have. You could try. He might be busy, but you could try. While your boss wasn’t the softest or kindest person, he still cared. Many not a lot, but at least a little. Then again, maybe it would be a chance for him to stop mentoring you, and go solo again. The pros and cons fight over what to say in the text. Regardless you wouldn't be out of hospital for a while so he needed to know that.

E: Hey boss, sorry but I can’t come in to work for the next couple days.

You shut your phone off after sending it. Then you turn it back on again, debating whether to delete it, edit it, or leave it. Honestly with the drugs in your system, it’s a little hard to make proper decisions. You know he’ll ask, you know he’ll be hard on you for reckless driving, but he’s all you’ve got right now. Right now you just need another person with you, even if they’re somewhat of a stranger.

Your phone rings. Holy crap it can still do calls? Whatever not the point. You answer the call without paying attention to the screen, though you briefly see the name. This would not be pleasant.

“Hello?” You answered, before coughing. Maybe you could cover up your sore voice as a sick one.

“What's going on?” Your boss asked.

“Uhh… can I…” you pause a lot, the war still going on, and fighting over your vocal cords. To your boss's credit he’s patient right now. Finally, you get something out. “Are you on patrol?”

You rub your head, praying you don’t have a headache coming on. Your boss takes a moment to answer.

“Yes why?” He asked. He sounds irritated. You don’t want a lecture when he gets here.

“Nevermind. Forget it.” You say quickly.

“Outlaw, answer the question.” He said.

“… I…” you swallowed. “I’m in hospital. No one can make it, and… was wondering if you could come see me?”

There’s silence again and you shut your eyes. This was a bad idea. You hear a sigh over the phone, and regret sinks in.

“Forget it, I’ll be fi-“

“On my way, give me a few minutes. Do you need anything?” Your boss asked.

“Maybe a change of clothes.” You suggest. “That’s kind of it.”

He hangs up, and you sigh. He was gonna lecture you, but at least he was coming. Especially if they needed to do more surgery. God knows your fosters wouldn’t come anytime soon.

Jason Todd arrived at the hospital, jacket on, hood up, and a small backpack with a change of clothes for you. Trying to see you as your boss likely wouldn’t work very well, but seeing you as your brother could pass. He approaches the desk where a nurse is typing away. The nurse looked up, seeing him almost towering over her.

“Here to see Y/N L/N.” he asked.

“Down that hall, room 168.” The nurse instructed. Jason made his way down the hall, keeping an eye out for the room. He stopped himself just outside your door, ensuring the face mask he brought covered his face. His eyes were uncovered, but the hood shielded them enough. Then he overheard you on the phone.

“It was an accident, I swear I did-no it wasn’t for attention. I was just-“ you tried to get a word in as your foster parents demanded to know why they were getting medical bills. Jason steps in, quietly as you continued to plead innocent. “I just went out to meet a friend, I wasn't even drinking. Insurance money will cover it, I checked. I'm not asking you to cover it, I'm just telling y-...Okay. I'll transfer the mon-I'll take it out when I get the chance.”

You’re on the phone getting yelled at until they finally hang up. Your head is down, and you're holding back tears. When you looked up you nearly jumped out of bed, seeing the large figure that had come into your room. The red hoodie was a dead giveaway. Jason stepped in and set the bag down nearby.

“What happened?” He asked, not bothering with a greeting.

“Car accident… don’t quite remember. I swear I was driving on the right side, and I tried to move out of the way, but…” you trailed off.

“At least you’re alive.” He pointed out.

“Yeah so I can get medical bills, foster parents barking at me, no car for the next who knows how long, and now I even have to get a lawyer because the family of the other driver says it was all my fault, and I won’t be able to go to work or go on patrol or even train.” You say, trying to keep the lump in your throat down. The last thing you wanted was to start sobbing.

Jason sits in a nearby chair. “You’ll need more than a couple days.”

“The couple days is just for me to get out of hospital, the rest I can do easily enough.” You say, shrugging. As if shrugging really got rid of the weight of everything. Red Hood needed Echo, they were close to a breakthrough in a fighting and drug ring.

“You need rest.” Jason told you.

“For a couple days, then I’ll be back on my feet. The next load is coming Thursday, I'll be fine by then.” You said firmly, but there was a crack in your voice from emotion. Sidelining is the last thing you want. You’ve worked too hard for him to take you out of the game. Jason is quiet in the chair. It looks like he staring at the floor or the bed but you know he’s looking at you under his hood. You refuse to break.

Jason knows you are though. You’re tired, you’re injured, you have morphine in your blood stream, and financially you’re fucked. When he sighs, you think it’s pointed towards you and your stubbornness. It’s not. He realizes that you’ve been carrying a lot more than he thought. Now he has to call for a favour, one he didn’t want to ask for.

“Kid, right now, you are unfit to fight-don’t interrupt.” He said, holding his hand up, before you could argue. “You’re injured, you’re stressed, and you’ll be distracted. The last thing I want is your death on my conscious because I let you get yourself killed.”

“I don’t need to be sidelined.” You said, your voice breaking.

“You’re being benched for your own good. When you’re ready to get back into the game, I’ll pull you in. Don’t rush it but don’t waste time.” Red Hood ordered. You nodded. It’s a bit of a relief, since you haven’t had much time for regular life, let alone time for yourself.

“How long do I have?” You asked. Of course you wanted to be on a time limit. Jason did it to you for a lot of your training, whether it was posting up or reaching a checkpoint.

“Knowing shit like this, it will take maybe a week or so until you’re out of here.” Jason thought out loud.

“Then I have to get a lawyer which is a week or so, I have enough money… I should. I can do that while I’m recovering, and then I have work, and my side job. Chores, extra because I’ll be away. Then getting my vehicle repaired which will take a while…” your voice broke again thinking about the work you had after you leave the hospital.

“Hey.” Jason said. You looked up at him and it’s the first time you’ve seen his eyes. They were more natural than you thought. For some reason you thought they’d be red or maybe yellow. “This isn’t a fight, focus on what’s in front of you. I’ll give you a month.”

“I won’t need a month.” You said, take a deep breath to calm yourself.

“You’re getting one. Consider it mandatory vacation or something.” Jason said.

You want to thank him, and hug him but you’re a little incapable. The relief is massive wave, almost drowning you. You look down at your broken phone, feeling it vibrate.

“Thank you.” You said, the tears finally breaking free from your eyes. You sniffle and wipe at them. “Sorry.”

“Just fucking cry kid. Your life is falling apart it’s a normal response.” Jason said.

You let out a small noise that he thinks is you laughing. You nod, wiping your eyes, and a small smile on your face. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Thank you. You wouldn’t happen to know any lawyers would you?” You asked. Your phone vibrated and you checked it, seeing your friend had replied, saying he was close by.

“Recover for the first while, then worry about a lawyer.” Red Hood said. Jason notices you smile at your phone, and takes it as his cue to leave. “Rest. I’ll be in touch.”

Jason gets up, leaving the backpack. Once he steps into the hallway he sighs. He doesn’t want to make this call, he really doesn’t. But you’re his partner, his apprentice. Hell, you’re basically his Robin. Jason had a rough life. You might have what he didn’t, but that didn’t make your life perfect. He’d been pulled out of that struggle and sure it wasn’t perfect, but it was at the very least decent.

Once he’s out of the hospital, he dials on his phone. He didn’t want to but with the bs justice system Gotham has, you would need some help.

“Alfred?” Jason said, hearing a familiar older voice on the other end. “Is Bruce there? I need to talk to him.”

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[homoeroticgrappling]

CHUCK IS GONNA BE AT THE PPV, EVERYONE!!!!

[bloodurged]

can you imagine the kind of mood viago would go into if he found out his very competent—if somewhat impulsive—subordinate never learned how to swim? even more still, how impressed he would be with rook for managing to sneak that past his teachers and bosses all the way to full crow membership and a talon's (his, no less) favourites, however characteristically reckless the fact of it is? not that he would ever let the man know, an insult is too kind for such foolishness.

[nnneol]

wip queerplatonic yaoi but i think i,m gonna have to make full body designs for them before i get any further i hate them

[nikatyler]

Sharon wore taller heels that day

[olenvasynyt]

The way I just loveeeeee a hot man who was injured on the battlefield. A sprinkle of trauma, a dislike for capitalism and war, and just an overall disgust for everything and everyone?? Yesssss hand it over 🫴

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

✨Mama Nick Valentine✨

WELP- as it turns out, the random orphaned kitten girl that Nick brought home decided to imprint on the old detective like a baby chick and now he’s stuck with her for the rest of his life.

But Jasmine/Rosalinda only has her prewar adoptive mother as a reference to parental love, so Nick ends up reminding Jazzy purely of her dear sweet madrecita, and she voices that fact quite often.

So I have gathered some of the “Mama Nick Valentine” moments from my main fic that’s about how Nick actually came to stumble on Jas, and I’ve laid them out here for y’all to see.

He can’t correct the kid at this point in time, she’s severely injured and delusional, and Ellie is already laughing at the idea of Jasmine toddling around referring to Nick as her Mother.

But also Ellie is very worried about her boss bitting off more than he can chew by taking in this unknown and shattered child.

This is not the first time Nick has brought home a stray inside to shelter them from the rain, but Ellie can tell that Jasmine is a special case.

Ellie also thinks that Nick should wield the power his new title of Mama gives him, but Nick is having doubts about having any sort of maternal magic.

One day he’ll come to accept the terms of the new role he was given. For now he’s just the unsure (and a bit scared) guardian of Jasmine. Unfortunately, the orphaned kitten came plagued with chronic nightmares and the only thing that calms her down is the reluctant Mama Nick.

Just wait until the others hear about “Mama Nick Valentine”, Nick will never hear the end of it. Ellie already has her own plans to tease him at the office.

Also, Jasmine panics every time Nick leaves her, because she fears she’ll loose the one pillar of safety that she has in this life. Valentine is just too warmhearted and gentle for her to let go. 🥺🥺🥺🥺 But unfortunately, he’s a detective with a busy schedule.

His (metaphorical) gut is always right on these types of things. Because not too long after this scene, Ellie has to come running to find him because Jasmine had a terrible panic attack. Nick does NOT have much confidence in himself as a newfound parent, but that’s why he has an Ellie to encourage him.

I bet Nick has been told a million times over that he reminds folks of their dad/grandpa. Even Ellie tells him so.

And now he gets the most sweetest reward for helping this kid. He’s stuck under his new daughter’s spell of cuteness.

The protective part that awakened in Nick is his Papa Bear instincts, something he is gonna need for the long road ahead.

There’s gonna REALLY long road ahead of them both, I have a lot planned for their story.

But just look at how sweet and cuddly the father and daughter duo are right now!!! So precious, they ought to just be sat down by the fireplace where it’s warm and cozy and be left alone for all eternity so nothing bad can ever get to them again.