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[justinspoliticalcorner]

Amanda Marcotte at Salon (12.16.2024):

In the face of Vice President Kamala Harris losing the presidential election to Donald Trump, the punditry's focus has been almost exclusively on asking how the Democrats couldn't beat a relentless liar with 34 felony convictions and a previous attempted coup under his belt. Everyone has a different theory about Harris' "messaging," with every critic inevitably arguing that if she had just talked more about their pet issue, she would have won. Another option, however, is to listen to what swing voters who backed Trump said about their decision. That would seem the wisest choice, but to be fair to people who don't want to go there, hearing these people out is a truly miserable experience. What quickly becomes evident about the median voters in an American focus group is how profoundly opposed they are to even the most basic factual information. On the contrary, it's a community with a pathological aversion to reality, where people compulsively react to anything truth-shaped with hostility, running as hard as they can toward disinformation. They are addicted to BS. Of course they voted for Trump, the country's most reliable dealer of their favorite drug. 

This may sound ungenerous to these voters, but only if you've been sparing yourself the torture of engaging their actual opinions. If you hold your nose and dive in, it's startling how much the typical swing voter is allergic to facts. It's not just ignorance, but overt hostility to anything that smacks of veracity. Such as the Trump voter who insisted to the New York Times that Democrats are "lying about pregnancies," by conveying factual information about abortion bans. Or the one who falsely believed "so many people just walk right across the border and get free housing, free food." Or the one who was excited that "Trump brings a Robert Kennedy Jr. or a Tulsi Gabbard and Elon Musk." Or the one who said the  "Democratic Party [is] going after average people who disagreed on Covid, who disagreed on school boards, who disagreed on boys playing in women’s sports," which is just a way to complain about liberals who criticize him on social media for saying things that aren't true. 

Sarah Longwell's "Focus Group" podcast ended the year by interviewing Joe Rogan fans who voted for Trump for the first time this election. It was a smart choice, and not just because Rogan's endorsement likely pushed Trump over the top in a shockingly close election. Rogan's audience perfectly illustrates the way the firehose of disinformation online — his conspiracy theory-hyping podcast has over 16 million followers — has pickled the brains of so many otherwise normal people. Most of the people Longwell interviewed couldn't go two minutes without coughing up a conspiracy theory. Everything is a shadowy plot, from the COVID-19 pandemic to the guy who shot Trump in Butler, Pennsylvania. The straightforward details of the shooting of UnitedHealth CEO Brian Thompson came out after the arrest of Luigi Mangione, and yet these voters refused to believe the banal facts. Some are wallowing in theories that Mangione is a patsy, or that the shooting is a psyop. The truer any information was, the more they rejected it. 

After the insurrection of Jan. 6, a lot of attention was paid to the rise of QAnon, because so many rioters were adherents to this online cult that preached that Trump is a savior prophesized to stop a worldwide Satanic conspiracy. Alarming reports showed millions of Americans believed QAnon myths, such as the divinity of Trump or that Democrats drink children's blood. QAnon is still around, but it gets much less media coverage these days. One likely reason is what we see in these focus groups: bonkerballs levels of conspiracy belief is no longer a fringe phenomenon. QAnon-style beliefs are simply the norm in American society.  I wrote about this right after the election, but it bears repeating: One of the best predictors, if not the best predictor, of a Trump vote is how poor a person's information ecosystem is. People who read or watch real news outlets voted overwhelmingly for Harris. People who get their political information from social media voted for Trump. Subsequently, polls showed that Trump voters couldn't answer basic factual questions about what the candidates believed. Harris voters were far more accurate. 

It's not like Americans got hit with a stupid bomb, sending millions of us away from the real news and toward nonsense peddlers like Rogan. On "Focus Group," they briefly discussed how people's boredom during the pandemic caused them to spend more time on social media and listening to podcasts. Many got deeply addicted to disinformation during that period. (Interest in QAnon certainly spiked.) COVID-19 isn't the threat it was, but millions of those people still have the conspiracy theory monkey on their backs, as evidenced by Rogan's enormous audience. 

Why are conspiracy theories so addictive? Having researched the issue for an investigative report last year, I think there are two main reasons. First, like actual drugs, conspiracy theories relieve boredom. As Jamelle Bouie of the New York Times argued during the height of the drone mania earlier this month, the "drones" were mostly planes, hobbyist drones, and stars, but "life does seem more exciting if you think the Iranians are specifically interested in the everyday activities of New Jerseyans." Boredom was especially high during the pandemic, which is why so many otherwise stable people went straight down the conspiracy rabbit hole. 

But while boredom is the gateway, ego flattery is why people keep coming back. The allure of the conspiracy theory is that you, Joe Nobody, understand a topic far more than the experts who spent their lives working on this issue. You understand viral transmission more than medical scientists. You see the hidden secrets of the "deep state" the journalists on Capitol Hill are missing. You, with your enormous brain, understand every field from nutrition science to American history far more than those people who study and research. This is why people who get into one conspiracy theory start digging into others.

Amanda Marcotte wrote in Salon recently about how the normalization on QAnon-type conspiracy theories helped put Donald Trump in office.

News consumption and which sources of news someone consumed was a big factor as to how someone voted this election, with those getting news primarily from podcasts (esp. right-wing and right-adjacent) and/or social media leaning majorly towards Trump and those getting news primarily from legacy outlets leaning majorly towards Kamala Harris.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

still thinking about crowley's fall.

That one quote, more specifically. "How much trouble can I get into just for asking a few questions?"

It's very possible I'm overthinking it. But it still reminds me so much of art and censorship, I wrote a poem on it just now, and I just wanted to elaborate on that, on why I said that an answer is judgement but a question is justice.

Back in Ancient Greece, Plato tried to outlaw writers, the storytellers. For millennia, those in power have feared people in arts, because we're not just dealers in aesthetics, we're dealers in ideas. Even in times of war, poverty, censorship, songs were sung, paperbacks exchanged in dark alleyways, stories whispered and walls covered with graffiti.

When stories are created, the writers have to balance both opposing ideas in their head, no matter how vile or repugnant. To prove that the protagonist is strong, you can't have a weak antagonist. The opposing idea has to be as strong as the one that will win for the victory to be meaningful.

Art, and stories, aren't about being right. People say we find answers in art, and maybe for some that's true, but I think what is infinitely more important are the questions it raises.

Because what is braver, what is more shattering to the status quo, than to question it? To dare to ask what if, to present an alternative, to pull an idea up to the witness stand and cross-examine it?

That's why when we see censorship, we need to look deeper. Because if an idea is truly that 'right', it will survive even the most intense of questioning, and even sceptics will have to accept its veracity. Why, then, are people so afraid of stories that question? Maybe it is because deep down, they aren't convinced themselves. They don't believe that their idea will survive the cross-examination. They are trying to keep a lie in power over the truth.

And art isn't about finding that elusive truth, it's about daring to look the lies in their face and say, maybe, maybe you're wrong. I don't know, you don't know, nobody may ever know, but maybe.

Like the Serpent of Eden, whispering, presenting that alternative of dissent to Eve. Not coercing. Not forcing her hand. But telling her that there is an alternative, whether good or bad.

That's why the writers, the artists, the musicians, those from every walk of the arts, are journalists interviewing society. We cannot allow ourselves to be silenced.

It's not about the answers offered, and whether someone agrees with them or not. It's about the questions, and if people fear the questions, maybe think about why that is.

[firewalkzwit]

runt // jonathan crane x reader. (3)

Chapter 3

cross-posted on AO3

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Drug use is a cheap escapism and a thrill so momentary Y/N discarded the possibility of it's pleasure being worth the risk, the deterioration of all of one's self, and money it demanded. However it was only once she had begun to work for the drugs that she managed to understand their chokehold on people, and the lengths some would go to just for a short rush. Using this to her advantage may be considered by some such as the Batman to be a corruption of morals, but then again what does Batman know about struggle and the hardships of life? Someone who can afford such high-tech gear clearly has no issues with their bills, and can afford to spend his time playing hero and beating people in the streets instead of slaving away to a 9 to 5 to make ends meet.

The appearance of this new drug had awoken in her an undesired curiosity for someone that deflected from her focus in Batman, and that was the mysterious Dr. Crane. His name simply rung a bell, and she hated how little in control it made her feel to not know from where she recognised him. His face was certainly one she hadn't seen before, the man was rather thin and young, and his body language exuded a degree of awkwardness masked behind the confidence he tried to portray in the way he sat straight and rested his hands on his knees. Part of what allowed Y/N to discard the possibility of having ever seen Dr. Crane before relied on the fact that his eyes were unforgettably piercing and blue. So much so that even the lens of his glasses couldn't mask how alluringly icy they were.

It was while she let her thoughts consume her that she delved in the many books and loose papers that crowded her desk, looking for her draft paper on anthropological studies of addiction and the social connotations behind substance consumption. While she dwelled on her self-guided studies and swiped violently through the endless papers she had printed for her research, her eyes picked up on key loose letters that matched with her recent trail of thoughts. Jonathan Crane on The Subject Of Fear. Isn't that a convenient coincidence? As far as she was aware Dr. Crane is (or was) the same Professor Crane from the seminars on phobias in Gotham University. How preposterous she thought, the man who had once conducted studies interesting enough to motivate her to print his thesis seemed to have a side gig as a drug dealer. Gotham truly was beyond saving, which only irked her deeply, as her brother's death was only further in vain to feed Batman's savior delusion.

"This new stuff is moving fast." Y/N looked at Selina through the corner of her eye, her hands stretching her face's skin as she did her makeup. Selina's response was the usual short and cut by the silence that followed, 'it's fast indeed'. Y/N eventually gathered that with a woman like Selina discretion got you nowhere, and even if she trusted her as little as Selina trusted her, eventually she figured there was no harm in making a straight forward question that would corner her into giving a resourceful answer. "I heard a professor from Gotham University is producing it." It didn't matter if he was or wasn't, or the veracity of this claim, Y/N only knew that she only had to stick to the truth to a reduced degree, and mistakes in her phrasing would only grant her further answers in the shape of a correction if she was asking the right person.

"I don't think he's a professor there anymore. I'm pretty sure he works at a nuthouse now." Selina scoffed in disdain.

"As in Arkham?"

"I know as little as you do." Her ability to deflect from Y/N's persistence was a true talent, an irritating one at that.

"That's crazy, a what... psychiatrist, is selling drugs?" Her humorous comment was of no amusement to Selina, who's face contorted into a frown as the conversation prolongued itself dwelling on Crane.

"For all I know he's probably making them."

"I heard he owes Falcone a favor and that's why he's producing for him, he don't look like the type to roam around places like this." A third girl chimed in the conversation, unable to hold her tongue at seemingly harmless gossip.

"You're right, he doesn't." Selina got up before leaving the room leaving silence behind her, The Penguin walking in as his manhood tainted the intimacy of the female room. The girls incorporated their postures and rushed their makeup, in the booth hung around the topless strippers, other waitresses and Y/N. Oz approached her with his usual demeanor, his unfriendly friendliness that she hated.

"How are you, doll? I need you to do me a favor." His hand once again obscenely grazed the skin on her shoulder, nothing Y/N wasn't used to, but that didn't mean she rejected his touch any less. It was shocking to her that The Penguin hadn't tried to sleep with her at that point, or that she hadn't had to sleep with any of Falcone's men. Frankly, the waitressing title was only Y/N's attempt to keep her job sounding honest and clean, but nothing made her feel more like a hooker than roaming around in her tight latex corsets and dark eye makeup in a seducing manner as she'd lean near the tables to serve.

"There's gonna' be an important guy downstairs with me and I need you to bring some candy to the table later, be pretty." His arm slid from her shoulder to hold her chin before he smiled, walking out of the room. She knew what this meant, she had to sit with Oswald and whoever was keeping him company as an accessory, and hopefully nothing more. It was soon enough that she was graced with the sighting of the seemingly popular Dr. Crane again, in company of Oswald and two other men, girls leaning on the headrest of the booth where they were gathered. Ironically, it only seemed that Crane was summoned by her own thoughts, to her convenience.

Her silver platter contained the drops Oswald had ordered, which she offered to the table lowering her torso and arching her back slightly enough to be suggestive, but not obvious; standard procedure. "There you are baby, come over here." The Penguin's raspy voice as he tapped on the small gap left to seat beside him invited her to scoot over. As she sat, she rested her head on her hand as she leaned on the table, her eyes pierced on the Doctor. The scrawny young man's head tilted slightly as he picked up on her eyeing, his body language questioning her for staring. Intimidated, she looked away.

"You met Dr. Crane before right sweetheart?"

"You asked me this before Oz." Y/N retorted with a scoff, The Penguin laughing at her as his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

"My bad. You know Doctor here, he's really all they say." The Penguin spoke in his loudness as he laughed, his grip on her tightened into a side hug, wobbling her around the place unaware that his significative size difference over her did a number on her own comfort. Visibly drunk, Oz continued to spill loose details on how Crane had produced a temporary replacement to the drop scarcity caused by The Batman that was doing fantastic in his words. Penguin seemed to owe Crane nothing but words of praise.

Y/N knew company girls weren't exactly supposed to speak in the table when the men were talking business, but Penguin seemed to have all intentions of offering Y/N to Crane like a gift with a pink bow. Crane was visibly uninterested, but nothing she couldn't brush off by engaging in small talk that only seemed to endorse in casual flirting. Her facial expressions shifted from surprise to a praising smile as The Penguin rambled, going back and forth between him and the Doctor. "You're a professor in Gotham University aren't you?" she finally gathered the courage to ask, trying her best to mask the hard gulp of saliva that followed her phrase.

"Was."

"Oh, sorry. I used to work there and I read your paper on fear." At that point, she was being downright audacious, but she kept strict attention of Oswald's body language to know where she should draw the line, and the lack of an indication that she should stop being so forward only fed her further boldness. How unexpected her comment was that it caught Dr. Crane's actual attention, his eyes peeping back up at her with a newfound special focus.

"You have? Interesting, I don't reckon seeing you there."

"Oh I was only a janitor, but I listened to some of your classes in my free time, I hope you don't mind..." she quickly excused "It was merely out of interest, eavesdropping won't grant me a degree at your expense." Y/N laughed off exposing herself with a charming giggle between her teeth.

"No mind payed." Crane gifted her a slight smirk of approval to dissipate her worries, to which her body slightly relaxed unconsciously.

"And you're not teaching there anymore?" She slowly slid away from under Oswald's arm to once again lean slightly closer on the table, taking advantage of her knowledge and extreme consciousness of body language. It often slipped her mind to pay attention to what her gestures communicated to the world, but when she was paying attention she not only perceived what her posture portrayed, but picked up on how others around her felt. Now Crane was no fool, and being highly educated in psychology granted him the ability to also pick up on these gestures, and when one is abusing of them to mess with an individual's perception of them.

"Not any more, I took a job more fulfilling to my field of interest in the Arkham Asylum." It was right before the Doctor was ready to open his mouth again that the cackling of The Penguin interrupted the both.

"No stigmas intended Doctor but it's hard for me to assimilate that you have a side gig at a nuthouse." Oswald leaned back and he slapped the headrest of the booth laughing, his other hand reaching for his whisky. Something about the emphasis The Penguin had made in the pronunciation of his last word seemed to irk Dr. Crane, who's eye twitched only so slightly before breaking eye contact with Y/N

"It's no side gig, Oz." Dr. Crane seemed to try his best to maintain the offense taken in check, pursing his lips after he spoke and his tone rising only so slightly someone paying meticulous attention barely could perceive. But she did, he barely moved, or indicated it, but seemed to be very serious about his line of work. Contrary to what The Penguin foolishly believed, Crane most likely practiced the manufacturing of drugs as his side gig, and not the other way around. "I'm fully devoted to my job, it's why I'm here." The latter rapidly ignited Y/N's curiosity over him once again. What link could working at Arkham possibly have with the drug world? Existing psychotropic drugs, as far as she was concerned was not what the Doctor was selling, given the fact that The Penguin and everyone around her kept calling the drugs new stuff. Perhaps he was in charge of producing new psychotropics, but then again it only seemed incompatible with what he taught in Gotham University; psychology.

Crane had obviously already picked up on the special attention Y/N was granting him, and while he had to admit he was impressed that who he could only describe as a lowlife hooker waitress in a criminal hangout spot had read his thesis, he foolishly only gathered that the reason for her attentiveness was nothing more than Oz himself, ordering to offer herself as a prize for successfully complying with providing the stock of new stuff he'd bought from Crane. How demeaning, he thought, struggling to understand how some women could sell their dignity for an easy buck. Crane himself never cared for money, his passion fixated solely on his field of study.

However while the desire of going to bed with the unknown woman prompted no interest in Crane, she seemed like an easy muse to experiment on. Since being fired from Gotham University, Crane had been limited to the ability of experimenting solely on nutjobs, and while this was also of extreme interest to him, likewise all living beings who displayed fear, he had to admit he missed the diversity of trying his toxin in development with conventional, sane people. It was this motivation that pushed Crane to perk his eyebrows and tilt his head in her direction as soon as Y/N looked away, The Penguin's nod of aproval tacitly communicating with no use of words that she was his for that night, call it a thank you present.

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Her heart's flower {douma x reader}

•warnings: may include grammar (English isn't my mouther-language) and historical mistakes, female reader, prostitute's and human deaths mentions.•

Part 9: Festival, p.3

"Fight." Your mind was shouting, making you tremble harder. "Fight. Fight. Fight..." Beside the harshness with which your sensei has been teaching you, his lessons weren't useless-with deep inhale you quickly turned around in attempt to escape yourself and tried to capture unknown enemy in suffocating grip.

Stranger removed his arms from your body and boggled back, but it was a trick. You felt how your hands caught cold evening air, so you quickly moved back, saving yourself from the falling, when one of the strong arms captured you from behind again as other closed your mouth. You couldn't move any of your hands-stranger has used special technique, giving you a squeezing in which you couldn't move any of your upper limbs.

Legs. You still could use your lower limbs. You have moved back, pressing you spine against unknown's belly, and at the moment lifted one of legs, trying to hit man or very powerful woman-you felt how much soft were stranger's hands. Your feet kicked an air again, but it was close to enemy's head.

"Y/N-chan, so, is it you?" Familiar voice cooed in your ear, while unknown has been helping you to remove your leg back. You raised your head, looking at stranger. It was slaver, who you have met in the brothel.

Blonde gave you apologetic smile and hid his hands, letting you to breathe. As you were rebuilding your breathing and wiping stale salt liquid from your face man sat near you on the bench. You lowered you head and let some locks fell down on your face to hide red cheeks and tired glare.

"I'm sorry for this wrong action. I thought there was crying some cute girl, so I couldn't stop myself from asking her about any help..." Upper Moon told you enthusiastically, let out quite giggles sometimes.

You clenched your fists. You wanted to be alone and you were in bad mood now, so his mask was too annoying.

"After you would ask her to come with you and make her a whore. Good."

Blonde's smile trembled for a second, his iridescent eyes looked at you with interest and shock. Douma understood that something wrong with you, or maybe you have changed very fast. If second, then for which sake?

"Are you sad?" Douma decided to go straight. Usually he has been working with manipulation and schemes, but situation with you has made him worrying. Strange feeling.

So simple question, and you didn't know how to answer correctly. Was you sad? Happy?

"No." You shook your head, trying to assure yourself in veracity of this word. Your heart thought in opposite way, so hot hearts began to collect in the corners of your eyes again. Bad thoughts came inside your head again, hurting more and more with each second.

"Leave...Leave me alone." You were shocked from weakness and desperation in your shaking voice. You sobbed quietly.

Douma was shocked by your depressed state. First time you have looked like proud warrior, on the feast you have been like a god of war in bright armor and now you were just a crying youth. Upper Moon Two didn't know what have happened to you, but now he desired for knowledge of it. What could break you so hard?

Suddenly, his mind gave him a strange, but also amazing idea. Douma has gone back and forth before decided to follow weird thought.

He moved his arms around you slowly, in begging manner. Douma didn't know exactly what he was doing, but this time he really wanted to give a normal hug. No lust or tricks, he just wanted to give something for other person, who needed this bad. Now he understood strange emotion that he has before. It was old feeling, Douma has almost forgotten this.

"It's okay." Calming voice pulled you out from fog of pain as you felt warm around your tired body. Man's hand caressed your head gently and you started relaxing under this touch.

"Please...Leave..." Sobbing interrupted your quiet speech. "I don't want to go...To go with you..."

You didn't know what was going on. You understood that Upper Moon's intentions must be vile, but you needed this support right now. You have been craving for it so long. Friends were the greatest support that you ever have had, however, right now you were crying into dealer's firm chest. Why? He could kill you anytime or use in other ways, but...You smiled wide from this thought. Upper Moon was calming you as you were inhaling deep inside your lungs his flourish scent and sobbing in his warm arms. So strange and dangerous support, but inside you felt like it was right, it was type of support that you have been desired of.

"I didn't invite you for any meeting, calm down." Blonde let out a chuckle.

"I...I h-hope..." Your shaking hands, full of scars and harsh from trainings, embraced man's large frame.

"I didn't know what have happened with me, but if you tell anybody about this I will kill you." You told him, keeping eyes closed.

"The same." Man chirped, hugging you stronger.

You both laughed at the same time as Douma gave you more space for breathing. Then you let yourself laid your head against his shoulder. Blonde removed his hands from your body and you did the same.

"My name is Douma." Suddenly said man, making you turn to face him. Blonde's iridescent eyes were looking far away in attempt to not meet your interested gaze.

"Douma?" You repeated, tasting name in your tongue. "Is it your nickname?"

Man slightly shook his head in disagreement.

"It's my true name. Please, use it right." He gave you a smile as his bright-colored eyes looked at yours. You flinched for a second, feeling how pink of embarrassment colored your slightly swollen from tears cheeks, and gave man a weak smile too.

"You have my word."

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[nokomiss]

Happy 4th! I would love something with Dick and Tim having fun patrolling or working on a case together, maybe with a moment where they have to pull off a little acting for undercover/incognito reasons. Dick/Tim is my favorite but a brotherly dynamic would be great too if you are feeling that instead! Thanks for being open to prompts!

So the morning started out… weird. And by weird, that meant Tim was startled awake by Dick Grayson jumping on his bed while belting out an off-key rendition of “Blue Suede Shoes.”

“Go away,” Tim tried, shoving his face deeper under the pillow and pulling his legs up into the fetal position, attempting to keep from getting bounced on. 

Dick ignored him. “Rise and shine, time to fight crime!”

“Crime doesn’t happen at--” Tim blearily poked at his phone, “Eight-thirty in the morning.”

“Crime is always afoot, Timmers,” Dick replied. He hopped off the bed and poked Tim in the side. “Come on. We’ve got that thing you said you’d do with me. You and me! Incognito! It’s gonna be great.”

Tim had absolutely no memory of whatever mission Dick was claiming that he’d agreed to. “When, exactly, did I agree to this?” 

“Uh, four weeks ago,” Dick said. “When we were patrolling the East End. Remember? The night we rescued those puppies?”

Tim definitely remembered the puppies, they’d been adorable. And Dick had said something about---

He opened his eyes, and actually looked at Dick for the first time. He was wearing a spangled, fringed jumpsuit that wasn’t the infamous early Nightwing costume. It was white, with bell-bottoms and a plunging neckline, with a rhinestone-studded belt. His hair was in a pompadour. And he struck a pose, one hip out, head bowed, arm in the air.

Dangling from the arm in the air was another white sequined jumpsuit, this one featuring a cape with a bejeweled eagle on the back.  

“No,” Tim said, horror-struck, as he remembered with sudden clarity Dick mentioning a tip he’d gotten about a shipment of drugs being smuggled through at an upcoming Elvis convention, and Tim laughingly saying that he’d only go if there were costumes.

“Yes,” Dick said. “We pinky-swore, Tim, you can’t back out now.”

It was true; they had. Tim sighed and got out of bed, taking the jumpsuit from Dick. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“This is easily the best undercover gig I’ve ever had,” Dick confirmed. “Shake a leg, we don’t want to be late!”

Tim dressed quickly. The jumpsuit didn’t feel as weird as it ought, given what he wore out every night, and he kind of enjoyed the short cape.  Dick produced some shiny satin scarves to complete their ensembles -- blue for himself, red for Tim, which made him smile, and even big gold sunglasses.  After his hair had been fixed, he had to admit they both made pretty good Elvises; he doubted anyone would identify them as members of the Wayne family, at the very least.

On the ride to the convention hall -- a mid-sized one, Tim noticed, with minimal advertising, even though, as far as he knew, Elvis impersonation didn’t trigger any of Gotham’s major rogues -- Dick updated him on the case. He’d done a decent amount of footwork on it already. There was supposed to be a major shipment of newly produced narcotics coming in through the con somehow. The only solid name he had was Geezer, and Dick was unsure if that was a description or a name.

“So we’re going to stalk every geriatric Elvis we can find?” Tim said. 

“Stalk is such a negative word,” Dick said. He looked unfairly good as Elvis, and Tim was mildly concerned that they were going to draw unnecessary attention to themselves. Tim himself at least knew he wouldn’t; the jumpsuit he was wearing was too big, and made his lean frame look scrawny instead. It was the trick he’d used in high school to avoid looking too fit, but Dick had not chosen to go that route himself. 

 Tim planned on making fun of him for that.

Arriving at the convention center was a treat, as he and Dick fit in perfectly. Almost everyone in attendance was wearing Elvis costumes, the majority of which were white rhinestone-crusted ones similar to the ones they were wearing, with a few black leather outfits or gold suits mixed in for fun.  

They spent two solid hours moving through the crowds, listening to snippets of conversation and looking for suspicious body language.  They focused on the convention hall with its dozens of booths filled to the brim with Elvis merch.  They were the likeliest spot for surreptitious drug deals, though Dick’s information hinted at a much larger operation than just two-bit dealers.

In actuality most of the time was actually spent trying on ridiculous hats, posing with various other Elvises, at one point joining in on a giant karaoke flash mob to Jailhouse Rock despite not knowing the choreography (Dick hissed, “Just shake your pelvis, it’ll be fine” and lo and behold for once that advice was spot on) and in general having a grand time.

It was, actually, such a grand time that Tim started to become suspicious that this wasn’t actually a drug bust but actually just an outing to an Elvis convention.

“So why didn’t you bring the brat instead?” he asked as they got fried peanut butter, banana and bacon sandwiches. Now that he was thinking about the day critically, he was doubting everything. This was exactly the sort of dumb adventure that Dick would normally love to drag Damian to, under the guise of exposing him to quote-unquote culture.

Dick cast his eyes around and said, “I love Dami, don’t get me wrong, but some things are sacred.”

“Oh,” Tim said, “you didn’t want him to harsh your vibe by refusing to wear a jumpsuit.”

“Exactly,” Dick said, nodding. Several hours in and Tim still wanted to laugh when he really focused on what Dick looked like, especially since he’d truly taken to the role and was doing a lip snarl to punctuate nearly every sentence.

“But Jason would have eaten this up,” Tim pointed out. It was exactly the sort of over-the-top nonsense that Jason excelled at, despite denying the fact vehemently. “Or Cass. She would have been an incredible Elvis. She would have crushed Jailhouse Rock.”

“You wanna make this a family outing next time?” Dick’s whole face lit up. “Awww, baby bro!”

“Shut up,” Tim muttered. “There’s totally not a next time.”

“Crime never sleeps, Timmy, and look at how many shady individuals are here.” Dick pointed to a toddler taking a few wobbly steps then tripping over its bellbottoms. “I mean, by next year, there’s a crime lord in the making.”

“Not what I said!” Tim said, laughing. “I just wondered, you know, why me, out of everyone.”

Just like that, the laughter dropped from Dick’s eyes and he straightened up. For one brief second Tim could see how he managed to be a convincing Batman, and then Dick said, “Tim, you’re important to me, you know that, right? I knew this was going to actually be a fun mission for once, and I miss having fun with you.”

Oh. Tim knew logically that they hadn’t spent as much time together recently as they used to, especially as they used to back when he was Robin, but he hadn’t thought that Dick missed it as much as he did.

 “I’m glad,” he said, and didn’t duck away at all when Dick wrapped him up in a bear hug, then continued to lead the way with an arm draped over his shoulder. 

“There’s a panel starting soon about theories on Elvis’s current whereabouts, I bet there’ll be plenty of geezers there.”  Dick led the way to a room off the main convention floor.

Sure enough, given how dated the Elvis-is-alive theory was, most of the audience and the entire panel were decidedly geriatric.  The panelists presented theories that were in depth and crazy enough that Tim almost wanted to look into their veracity, even though he knew that if Elvis had truly not died, some superhero would have surely come across him by now and he would have heard about it. 

The audience was of far more interest. Several of the Elvises would get up, whisper to another, then disappear behind a curtain for a few minutes.  Tim elbowed Dick when he noticed, and Dick nodded.  They snuck around to the curtain, and peeked behind it.

Another Elvis, this time in statue form.

Tim shrugged, unsure as to why people were sneaking in to see a statue of Elvis when there were easily a dozen other animatronic ones at various points on the convention floor.  They approached slowly, but the statue was just that: a statue.

“Weird,” Tim said.

Dick shrugged and looked at it closely. “Pretty good likeness.” He poked it in the chest, randomly poking at various rhinestones, and there was a faint whirring sound from within the statue, and the rhinestone belt popped open like a quarter candy machine and dropped two pills onto the floor.

They stood for a moment, blinking at the revelation that they’d found a secret narcotic dispensing machine disguised as an Elvis statue. 

“Huh,” Tim said, “I’m gonna be honest with you here, I didn’t actually think this was a real mission.”

“I mean,” Dick said, “I can see why it would be outlandish. Guess we wait here and kick the ass of whoever comes to try to collect money from us?”

“What if it’s the old Elvises?” Tim said. “Is it morally okay to kick geriatric ass?”

“We can gently kick their ass, I guess?” Dick said. “Real delicate-like.”

It was a truly embarrassing moment to be a vigilante. The narcotic ring was masterminded by three guys in their eighties who probably had dealt to the King himself, and Dick and Tim had to very delicately immobilize their scooters and zip-tie them before alerting the police. They waited in the little anteroom making sure no one else stumbled across the drugs or dealers until they heard the approach of officers, then slipped out into the crowd just as the dance-off began.

Dick of course insisted they join in before leaving, and Tim had to admit he was glad; it was a sight to see.  

[vulpinmusings]

Ski’tar and Friends part 8: The Data-phile Errand

This week, Ski’tar, Vermir, and 6 find themselves working on the darker side of the Starfinder Society.

In the beginning

Last time on...

As we walked to the Archives, I considered raising a bet between my companions as to what race the mysterious Historia-7 is.  Before I could come up with stakes that would be creative, attractive to Sixer and Vemir, and reasonable, we arrived at the room where Historia-7 was sitting and my whole plan was rendered moot.  

Historia-7 is an android, and easily one of the most brusque and computery of the breed that I have ever encountered.  She disconnected from the Archive network just long enough to give us our instructions.  As she had been trolling the virtual world, she’d discovered that somebody had hacked into Bluerise Tower, home to many powerful business corporations, and made off with an undisclosed amount of highly valuable data.  Historia had traced the hack to its source and obscured the path behind her to slow down the corporate efforts to reclaim their property.  Our job was to travel to the physical site where the hack had originated, acquire the data for the Data-philes, and decide if the hacker could be recruited.  We all had questions on our minds about this morally dubious assignment, but before we could ask any of them, Historia had jacked back into the net and tuned out of the Material Plane.

“Welp,” I said as we turned to leave, “I guess we do corporate espionage now?”

“First junk racing, and now espionage,” Sixer said.  “This Society has everything!”  I’m not sure if his excitement was genuine.

Historia’s directions took us to an apartment building out in Drifter’s End, a low-class neighborhood located on the edge of the main body of Absalom Station.  The directions were precise enough to point us to a particular flat in the building, so it didn’t take us long to start casing the joint.  Out in front of the target flat, a young human male was tending to several potted tomato plants.  He didn’t look much like a hacker, but, we reasoned, a professional thief of high-end corporate secrets likely wouldn’t want to advertise that in his appearance.  We decided that Vemir and I would approach him pretending to be interested in buying information, while Sixer and my drone covered possible routes the guy could use to run from us.

Vemir did all the talking, using all the best vague innuendos and safe keywords to try and clue the guy in.  It all flew right over his head; all he seemed willing to talk about was tomatoes and claims that he had no idea what we meant by “information.”  Eventually, Vemir and I withdrew in defeat and rejoined Sixer to discuss our next step.  After some debate over whether we actually had the right guy, I pointed out that we didn’t necessarily need the hacker. Historia-7 had expressed a desire to recruit the hacker, but the only thing we absolutely needed was the stolen data.  To get that data, I just needed to get to the computer inside the flat, and if the guy was going to play dumb, then we just needed to get him out of the way for a bit.

Before my companions could suggest anything that might attract local law enforcement, I sent my drone out to handle things.  With no attempt at stealth whatsoever, the drone rolled up to the guy, picked up one of his tomato plants, and dashed away.  The guy called for help, and an old woman emerged from the flat to help give chase.  I slipped into the flat while my friends took up sentry positions, Sixer nearby and Vemir some distance away with his sniper rifle out.

The flat was… ridiculously low-tech.  Like, pre-space flight levels of tech.  The only bit of electronics I could see in the small room at first glance was a vid-screen barely capable of receiving station broadcasts.  I spent a good five minutes going over the walls and furniture in search of hidden panels or disguised computers, and came up with nothing.  Then the occupants came back, and neither of my bosom buddies bothered to warn me.  Luckily, I managed to hide under a desk before I was spotted.

Over the comms, I heard Sixer and Vemir discuss a plan to shoot one of the tomato pots as a distraction, and I told them to hold off on that for a minute so I could eavesdrop.  Surely, now that they were safe in the privacy of their home, the hacker and his aged accomplice would start to discuss the next stage of their plan.

Nope.  Nobody said a thing about hacking, information brokerage, or corporate abuses.  They just bemoaned the state of the world where random street drones could just steal a man’s tomatoes.

Now utterly confused, I gave my friends the signal for extraction, and Vemir sniped the tomato pot.  The man and old woman both took cover, and I slipped out of the flat with ease.  Once outside, we commed Historia-7 to question the veracity of her location data. There was no way that I could see that either of these people were hackers, nor any way for the actual hacker to deflect his location data to a device inside the flat.  Historia insisted she had the location correct and that we just needed to keep searching and get the data before the corporations caught up.

Vemir and Sixer went right back to cooking up ways to distract or lead the suspects around without exposing our identities, but I was fed up with subtlety.  We were Starfinders, dang it.  Part of a legally recognized and more or less respected organization that at least used to be a cornerstone of Absalom Station and the Pact Worlds.  We should be able to just knock on the door, flash our identifications, and ask the guy straight out if he had any idea about data that had been stolen from Bluerise Tower.  My friends admitted it was worth a try, since we did outnumber the tenants and one of them was an old woman.

Sixer did the talking this time, and after he laid out the entire situation, including unnecessary apologies for the earlier harassment, the old woman surprised us all by removing her shawl to reveal a sophisticated set of exocortex implants.  She seemed embarrassed that she had “accidentally” acquired the stolen data, and invited us all in for tea before she explained further. Apparently, she was a former hacker, one of the best before age caught up to her, and she suspected her implants occasionally made her regress to those earlier days and unconsciously steal information.

I immediately proposed that she come back to Lorespire Complex with us and trade the data for a diagnostic on her exocortex to figure out how to keep it under control.  She refused, claiming she didn’t think she could handle the walk, and also waved off offers to hire a transport for her.  She said she didn’t trust the Starfinders to be able to protect her with their own numbers so depleted.  Instead, she offered us the data in exchange for helping her fake her own death and establishing a new identity so she could retire without fear of corporate hit squads.

It sounded like a major hassle, but she wouldn’t budge on the matter, so we set to it.  We were already complicit in trafficking in stolen data, why not add falsifying records and possibly grave-robbing to the list?

I say “possibly” grave-robbing, but Vemir hit on the notion of using a fake corpse right out of the gate, so all our plans centered around that.  Sixer came up with a list of black-market dealers in body parts as well as hospitals that we could acquire cadavers from in one way or another.  Wanting to minimize our potential trail through legitimate channels, I pointed out that if we planted a burnt corpse, it wouldn’t matter how fresh the thing was.  After some talk, however, we decided that burning down the flat would be too much trouble, so we settled on having the tomato farmer call in an ambulance on his “mother” suffering a heart attack.

That meant we had to swipe a cadaver from a hospital.

Vemir and I went to a medical facility that looked fairly easy to sneak around in.  While I used one of the public terminals to hack into their database and find an elderly female human corpse – and delete that entry once we had the body in hand – Vemir managed to track down a doctor’s uniform tailored for a kasantha and went to do the actual theft.  He got to the morgue with no trouble, but once he got the body out into the hall, he was stopped by one of the head researchers.  Somehow, by sheer repetition of the line that he was on legitimate business, Vemir got the doctor to let him go, and we had ourselves a corpse.

While the old hacker slipped out to go hide in some park in the Eye and her son helped Sixer and Vemir dress and pose the body, I searched the net for a dealer in false identities, finding a good lead down in the Spire.  The forger was a fat human with a good eye for business.  When I told him I needed a new identity created, he quoted the job at 10000 credits.  After I clarified that the identity was for an old woman looking to escape a troubled past and just wanted her last few years to be peaceful, he brought the price down to 5000, and we made a deal.  ID-man worked quickly and efficiently; within the hour our retired hacker had become a mild-mannered housekeeper.  I gave the man proper praise and told him I’d come to him first if I ever needed another fake life made.

I rejoined the crew at the flat, and after helping the tomato farmer hammer out the details of the story he’d give the authorities (he’d gone to watch a junk race and came home to find his mother on the floor), we left the final execution of the “faking death” plan in his hands and set out for the park to deliver the new identity to the old woman.

[americanbrightside]

I really don't like how sensational and... pro-conspiracy? I don't know, there's a better word for it, this picture is. You can look up the conditions of his death on Wikipedia. 30 seconds of research would show that the first bullet missed his brain, going from his right ear out his left cheek.

It's also really credulous of his reporting. The criticism that "took down" his career was that his reporting was extremely light on details, focused just on LA, and overstated how much money the two drug dealers were supplying to the Contra regime. Thousands, not millions. He also provided no evidence that the CIA got the charges for those drug dealers dropped.

The CIA has done plenty of shady shit that we can afford to actually confirm the veracity of claims we hear about them.

[epikerlon]

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