#WritingInSecret

[misakiisstupid]

Headcanon: Jason Todd is the Mysterious Author of a Bestseller

At some point in his life, Jason Todd secretly wrote a bestseller. A gritty, emotional thriller about redemption, betrayal, and finding oneself in a world that wants to tear you down. No one knows it was him, of course. He doesn’t exactly brag about it, and he most certainly doesn’t tell anyone. In fact, Jason hasn’t even told himself how successful it’s been. But someone knows. Well, maybe one someone.

Damian, being the curious mind that he is, picks up a copy of the book in Gotham's public library after a particularly long day of being an angsty teen. He gets absolutely sucked into it—despite the fact that he’s usually not the type for dramatic reads. It speaks to him, in some weird way, like it’s tailored to his own inner turmoil. He reads it cover to cover in one sitting.

The next morning, still reeling from the catharsis of it all, he approaches Jason in the Batcave.

“Red,” he says, his voice serious and yet somehow carrying a hint of rare, genuine curiosity, “You need to read this book. It’s… perfect for you.”

Jason raises an eyebrow, not quite understanding where this is going.

“What book?” he asks, still cleaning his guns, completely uninterested.

Damian throws the book on the table in front of him, the cover facing up. The name of the book is unimportant. But the title is... well, it’s poetic in the most unexpected way.

Jason glances at it, his brow furrowing. “Where did you get this?”

“It’s a bestseller,” Damian says, as though that’s some kind of secret that Jason should already know. “It’s an excellent read. You should look into it. It’ll help you understand your… reasons for everything.”

Jason gives him a long, pointed look, then laughs a bit too loud. “What the hell? I’m not reading some artsy, self-help crap.”

But deep down, Jason wonders. He wonders why Damian is so sure this book will help him. But of course, he doesn’t admit it, and neither does Damian.

Little does Jason know, Damian is already so sure that Jason is the one who wrote it. But what would he say? Would he ever admit it?

Damian already knows, though. He just won’t say it.

[caligirloct-blog]

When Normal Is Weird

Today was something truly shocking. I feel that most who would read this will think this sounds pretty lame and normal. they’ll ask, “Why is she making it out to be something when it’s clearly nothing”, or “This girl has issue, clearly can’t handle nice things”. 

The day started like this.

Morning - I woke up to breakfast as a family. Mom doesn’t cook and neither does father, but they ordered in breakfast. We ate together, it was kinda quiet. As soon as I was done mom came up to my room with me and told me to get dressed. She had already picked out my outfit, she bought it.

As soon as I was done getting ready, my father told me we were going to The Nihonmachi Street Fair! I was excited to go, but then it dawned on me. He said ‘We’ were going.

We spent of the day just looking around and trying some food. It was so much fun. However, all the while I was enjoying myself I would found myself looking back, at both my parents who were behind me some distance, and wonder could the story they told me, of my attempted suicide, be true.

Evening was finally here and that’s when mom took the lead. We go a dinner at a fancy restaurant, this is when I understood the dress choice she had made early in the morning. At the end of the meal she gave me a gift. A brand new laptop. She told me they couldn’t fix the old one so it got scrapped, but the data was saved and transferred onto the new one. I was bummed out, but excited for a new one.

After dinner and the gifts were given, they even took me to a movie. Mama Mia 2. That’s right. I loved the first one and i’ll have to say I really enjoyed this one. We didn’t get home till close to 1 am. I dare you to guess why! ....

Done? If you guessed we got ice cream. Bingo! you win. All in all it sounds like a pretty great birthday right?!

Now this is were things get crazy. Once we got home, I noticed some cameras were installed in the house. Not everywhere, but a few outside, some inside the main living areas, and a few random ones. For example why is one facing the basement door or two in the same hallway at different angles. It seems all the while we were out today celebrating, my parents had hired someone to come and install all these cameras. As they when in I went out to my mom’s car to get my gifts I forgot and in the trunk I found my old laptop. She told me it wasn’t working and it was trashed. Well can you guess were I’m writing this note from? .... 

Done? If you said the new laptop, you’re wrong!

I found a camera inside my room. so now I’m using my old room, while I write, as there isn’t anything there. Why the fuck am I being watched. Why did they treat me so nicely when that’s not even their style. You know how many birthday parties or how many we celebrated in all my years. No including today, two, when I was 4 and 5. And I can only say those because there are photos of my sister and I in front of a cake. 

Happy Birthday to me~~~~

Side note: Its almost 3 am as I finish typing this. Everyone is asleep. I’ll have to go out and upload photos of the notes I have, when I’m alone. I’m worried if I don’t put it somewhere they might find it.