#and like one of my most beloved songs ever

[lewmagoo]

atta boy show

i wanted to share my experience meeting lewis and the gang. the night was an absolute dream. it’s lengthy so it’s under a read more.

first of all the show was phenomenal. the opener, me like bees, was fantastic and i’ve been listening to them nonstop since last night. plus atta boy’s set was so good, of course. when they walked off at the end everyone started chanting for one more song so they came back to play another one (i will post the video later) and as they were getting ready to play lewis was snapping pics of eden and freddy with his film camera, very endearing lol.

so leading up to the show i decided i was going to make coasters for all of the band members. so i made one for each with their names on them, the date of the show, and my city's skyline. first i gave aubrey hers. she loved it. and she is darling! such a kind, sweet, beautiful girl! i told her how much i loved how she played and that she was beautiful, and she was just so touched.

then i gave dashel his. he got so animated about it and he asked me all the details about how i made it. he is truly so wonderful and kind, like his energy is just infectious and he's so lovely. and very attentive! a few people had fainting issues in the crowd and if they were close by he made sure to check on them, and offer help if needed. genuinely angelic human.

then of course miss eden! i didn't get to talk to her as long as i wanted to because they were packing up and i didn't wanna interrupt, but i gave her the coaster and she was so excited. plus i also put together a bag full of snacks and goodies for the gang to share on the road home and she loved it, she kept thanking me and ugh she's just so darling! like i mentioned above a few people fainted in the crowd and she stopped the show each time to make sure they were taken care of, and made sure to be encouraging and keep everyone calm.

i also wanna shout out luke shaefer, the lead singer of me like bees. he jumped right into action every time someone needed help. after their set a girl near me was having an asthma attack and he gave her water and had her sit down on the stage. and then he ran to the aid of someone who fainted. truly the most genuine, kind person. i got to talk to him for like 15 minutes straight after the show, and just vibe with him. he is AMAZING. and their music is so fucking good. their set was so loud my ears were still ringing, but so worth the ear pain lol. i will def be listening to them all the time now!

then of course freddy. i also didn't get to talk to him as much as i wanted because they were packing up but i stopped him to give him his coaster. he LIT UP and said "this is the sweetest gift i've ever been given." and then asked me if i was okay with a hug (of course i was). he was just so kind and gracious and energetic. god i love him. he is so cute to watch on stage too. he's got such a good aura about him.

and without further adieu, that brings me to our beloved lew magoo 😉

i thought for sure i'd be nervous and awkward but i am proud to say i stared him down just as hard as he was staring me down lol. also i was really extra and went a bit overboard with my presents for him. i touched his arm and was like "so i have a lot of presents for you...i am so sorry" and he was like "oh let's go over here where there's more space!" and led me over to the stage. then i went on my spiel. i of course gave him his coaster. he loved it, and at first he was like "omg is this a cookie?" (i packaged them in little goodie bags) and i was like sir! that is a coaster, please do not eat it. and he just thought it was so cool and asked how i made it. and he was like “this is the beginning of my coaster collection!” let me tell you, all the painstaking work i did on those coasters made that moment all worth it.

then, i got him a set of pens that look like drumsticks. he was so excited and was like "oh i've been looking for new pens! these are insanely cool!" but it didn't end there. the last thing i got him was a brand new mack hat. i told him i heard that his old one bit the dust (he was wearing it as we spoke, it just didn't have the patch) and that i went looking for a new one. and i presented it to him and his FACE. he was like 😱 and no joke, he started tearing up. and then he immediately put it on. i asked him if i could take a picture of him wearing it so he happily posed for me, and then he insisted i take another picture of him pointing at the hat (i may share the pics on my blog. i may not. we shall see. they are so special to me. mooties will definitely get to see the pics, i promise) and he was just ecstatic. i think he gave me a hug? but i honestly do not remember lol, i blacked out at the end. i did get pics with him though, which he took himself. and he went "the mack is back!" 😭

he is just as kind and gracious as everyone says he is. meeting him was unreal. i'm so glad i had the opportunity and i wouldn't trade it for the world. the show was such a surreal and beautiful experience. i met several new friends as well as a few tumblr girlies and we just all vibed and had such a great time. i hope atta boy tours again soon and that more people get a chance to interact with these incredible people. they deserve all the love and success and i hope they have a long and prosperous career together as a band, and that they're able to flourish in their own personal ventures as well.

[weptsorrow]

ivan found it quite cruel, even if it didn't shake him. he remembered this song being one of the first the segyein had taught the children. perhaps there was symbolism in having that be the choice for the first round. it was beautiful song, he thought, he liked the lyrics. there was something admirable about mizi humming out the last few of the lyrics, however. he imagined that'd be the last time he'd ever hear that song.

he looked around him; most of the others seemed quite perturbed by this unfolding of events. expectantly so. all except ivan himself and... that blonde guy. was he smiling? he could swear he saw a hint of a smile. luka was his name— ivan didn't know him beyond the fact that he was the winner of the last season, meaning he's seen things. he wondered just how far the segyein's grip on that one went.

once he'd found till, it was in the middle of all the assistants fiddling with whatever restraints they could put on him— and, seemingly almost begrudgingly, take off now that he was meant to go out there and sing. witnessing it made ivan feel something he didn't have the words for— it had his lips twisting into a faint snarl, his fingers twitching at his sides. if there was anything he hated to see... it was that. his most beloved, constantly being bound.

unfortunately this time, he couldn't allow himself to interfere. all he could do was watch. ivan himself was dressed in all black with a few deep blue accessories and the ocassional glitter— quite reminiscent of the starry night sky. covered from head to toe in a long coat, kept tight to his frame with a belt, a high collar to cover his neck, boots that seemed to elevate him by another inch or two, and gloves that reached all the way to his elbows, and several advertisments embroidered into all this. as per his father's insistence, he believed. when standing next to till, who'd been dressed rather casually— the boy wasn't even wearing shoes for crying out loud —it was like night and day.

till's biting words do not faze him; in fact, they reassure him. it meant that despite having just witnessed clean execution, he still had that fighting spirit in him. ivan couldn't understand what exactly drove him forward, but he was more than elated to see it. “ i know, ” he said in turn, having full confidence in the other's ability to capture the audience. ivan then glanced sideways, trying to find the boy who was meant to compete against till in this round. he caught a glimpse of him, and he had to hold back the condescending laughter that threatened to escape his lips.

“ i saw. i'm surprised someone not from anakt got in. he must be good... ” he mused; he didn't exactly know where marty was currently, but it didn't matter. “ i'm not worried, though. i'm to sing black sorrow... it was my favorite. ”

“ but right now, i'm really looking forward to see you sing, ” his words were genuine; yet ivan had no idea what exactly was till planning.

  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ what  could  almost  be  a  laugh  escapes  pulled  lips  as  ivan  frowns,  not  at  all  pleased  to  finally  be  getting  pushed  away.  but  till's  finally  had  enough  of  a  lap  warmer,  they  made  their  promise,  and  now  he  should  be  getting  up  to  work  on  it;  finishing  the  song  before  alien  stage  is  the  best  idea.

  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ yet,  he  finds  himself  nodding  to  the  black-haired's  request.  listening  to  him  sing,  before  till  once  again  joins  in  with  his  guitar,  the  quiet  strum  of  strings  weaving  between  the  notes.  it's  almost  peaceful,  a  rare  reprieve  as  they  quietly  keep  each  other  company  until  it's  time  to  be  sent  back  to  their  rooms . . .

  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎   ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ please  stay  by  my  side  (  제발  곁에  있어  줘  나의  클레마티스  ),  my  clematis. 

  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ the  words  hang  in  the  air,  bittersweet  and  fragile,  their  weight  sinking  into  the  silence.  the  final  lyric  ring  out,  a  song  ingrained  into  each  student  of  anakt  —  a  song  she  can't  sing  anymore.  not  now.  not  with  the  collar  locked  tightly  around  her  neck,  silencing  any  lingering  remnants  of  her  absent voice.  still,  the  instrumental  plays.  a  sickeningly  sweet  melody  fills  the  silence  as  the  camera  zooms  in,  showing  her  —  only  her.  not  the  body  of  sua,  bloodied  and  discarded,  just  out  of  the  frame.  displaying  mizi  her  in  isolation,  the  survivor  of  round  one.

  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ the  screen  in  the  changing  —  watching  —  room  shows  it  perfectly.  too  perfectly.  he  watches  the  smile  drain  from  her  in  real-time,  the  spark  of  victory  dulled  by  what  it  had  cost.  acorn  looks  anywhere  but  the  screen,  avoiding  the  reality  of  it,  but  till ?  he  can't.  teal  hues  lock  onto  the  feed,  unable  to  tear  away  no  matter  how  much  he  wants  to.  even  marred  in  blood,  even  hollowed  out,  she  was  shining.  a  fractured  light,  but  still  brighter  than  anyone,  anything  else  he's  ever  known.  till  wished  she  was  smiling,  wished  there  was  some  other  way  that  performance  could  have  played  out  where  she  didn't  have  to  look  like  that.  but  wishes  don't  matter  here.  not  right  now.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ she's  won,  so  now  he  has  to.  and he  would  win.  the  second  he'd  seen  his  picture  flicker  up  next  to  the  one  of  brown-haired  acorn,  he  knew  exactly  how  he'd  be  winning.  maybe  if  till  had  been  pinned  against  someone  he  knew  better,  someone  he  cared  about,  he'd  feel  a  little  bad  for  the  idea.  a  faint,  nagging  guilt  might  have  wormed  its  way  into  his  resolve.  but  for  now,  he  couldn't  focus  on  potential  guilt.

  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ with  a  loud  snap,  the  muzzle  he'd  been  wearing  since  practically  making  it  to  the  hall  dropped,  drool  dripping  down  his  chin,  a  reminder  of  the  price  of  his  defiance.  the  robot  then  moved  on  to  his  wrists,  its  mechanical  hands  impersonal  and  precise.  this  is  what  he  got  for  punching  a  lanky  segyein  who  had  the  audacity  to  wish  the  contestants  luck  —  and  for  flipping  off  the  cheering  crowd  like  their  adoration  was  poison.  wasn't  any  less  annoying,  though,  he  thought,  finally  glancing  down  from  the  screen  as  it  faded  to  black.

  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ where  had  they  taken  mizi ?  probably  to  get  cleaned  up,  to  scrub  the  blood  from  her  skin  and  make  her  stage-ready  once  more.  then  she'd  be  back  in  the  observing  pods  during  his  round  —  he  hopes  she's  watching,  prays  for  it,  desperate  for  her  attention,  no  matter  how  fleeting.  another  click,  and  then  the  collar  around  his  neck  is  put  back  on,  a  long  cord  connects  him  to  the  ceiling,  preventing  till  from  doing  anything  too  drastic  —  as  if  they  really  thought  he'd  try  to  jump  mid-stage.

without  even  a  look  over  his  shoulder,  till  accepts  the  guitar  handed  to  him  by  metallic  hands,  thin  fingers  gripping  the  neck  like  it's  a  lifeline.  only  when  ivan  speaks  again  does  the  younger  spin  on  his  heels,  the  four  cords  attached  to  his  instrument  tangling  around  the  speechless  thing  still  struggling  to  make  the  shoeless  man  somewhat  presentable.  ❛❛  i'm  going  to  win.  ❜❜  his  voice  cuts  with  an  edge  that  leaves  no  room  for  argument.  like  that  was  what  was  asked  he  answered  with  enough  confidence  and  enough  volume  that  it  was  more  of  a  statement  to  the  room  than  it  was  till  speaking  to  ivan.

  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ after  a  moment,  though,  he  sighed,  the  sound  heavy,  exhausted,  and  fueled  by  the  kind  of  frustration  that  had  no  outlet.  finally,  it  seems  to  dawn  on  him  that  he's  being  asked  a  genuine  question  by  someone  who  wants  a  real  answer,  no  less,  rather  than  more  congratulatory  garbage.  still,  till  rather  pointedly,  doesn't  answer.  ❛❛  did  you  see  the  guy  you're  up  against ?  he's  not  from  our  school.  ❜❜

[hxhhasmysoul]

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[hopecomesbacktolife]

thinking of rereading the entirety of HoME again. for my health

[leenaur143]

we got our choi brothers collab... at the cost of my HEART AHHHHHHH 🥹❤️‍🔥

[stars-mischief]

[ star (?) appears to be listening intently to the music. ]

hmm..

i believe it may be working.

thank you, beloved one.

ha ha. it is most humorous..

i see why the supernova adores you so profoundly.

you remind me of my dear apollo.

i have witnessed the reasoning of why my beloved often chooses you and your minds -- something that perplexed me for quite a while..

well.. i must depart now.

....

oh, and before i forget..

do not mention this to the supernova.

it is better if he doesn't know.

i only hope that.. my presence has not been vexatious.. to you, to anyone, and most certainly to him.

i feel a kinship with this "star".. perhaps, if my presence is ever needed, he will allow me to come and go freely.

no matter..

[ a distant flash of lightening lights up the sky. it appears someone is angered ]

i have overstayed my welcome.

farewell.

[ he begins to sway, allowing the music to overtake him. eventually he closes his eyes ]

[ he then begins humming along. as the song ends, he opens his eyes once more ]

huh?

what just happened..?

oh, hey, sunshine!

when did you get here?

you should've told me you were comin'!

[ and, just like before, "hyacinthus" has disappeared without a trace, taking any memories of the last few hours with him. well, most of them, anyway. ]

... A lyre, huh? Well... I don't have a lyre. But lyres typically have metal strings, and modern ones kinda seem like they're built like tiny guitars, so...

Imma hit'cha with a lil of this and see where it gets us!

[mikrrokosmos]

firstly, ummmmmmmmm YOUR HEADER MISS MA'AM???????????? HOBI ONE CHANCE PLEASE SIR JUST ONE CHANCE LIKE I PROMISE I WON'T EPICALLY FUMBLE, JUST A SINGULAR CHANCE LIKE—

now that i have sufficiently recovered ♡ i have some questions for you ♡ all based on my own degenerate taste ofc ofc

yun or come back to me? lonely or domodachi? tokyo or uhgood? what if... or arson? hangsang or more? blue side or on the street? d-day or what do you think? the last or amygdala? snooze or people pt. 2? who or like crazy? set me free pt. 2 or smeraldo garden marching band? slow dancing or fri(end)s? love me again or rainy days? too sad to dance or shot glass of tears? yes or no or please don't change? moon or abyss? the astronaut or i'll be there?

the ptd in la concert really was a date for the Looks, huh? and hobi in that picture in particular is just *chefs kiss*

yun or come back to me? lonely or domadochi? tokyo or uhgood? what if… or arson? hangsang or more? blue side or on the street? d-day or what to you think? the last or amygdala? snooze or people pt 2? who or like crazy? set me free pt 2 or smeraldo garden marching band? slow dancing or fri(end)s? love me again or rainy days? too sad to dance or shot glass of tears? yes or no or please don’t change? moon or abyss? the astronaut or i’ll be there?

[fishnoodles]

when im weak to the devil it whispers to tell me to do an entire strokes fanzine. ok

[lettertoanoldpoet]

i will never be over the vanishing point/anti-curse parallels. slipping into the undertow nobody knows why don’t feel bad i’ve always been too far down to reach and i was long long gone before you got to me -> i’m swimming back you say you don’t have to make it bad just cause you know how

[eggmeralda]

listening to the sort of music that would kill my onceler oc within an instant

[mashmouths]

if you told me "fearnot (between you, me and the lamppost)" was originally intended for the hannah montana movie i'd believe you

[noxtivagus]

head in hands thinking of hermes n ebenholz

[wasabi-ribs]

this one

no more blorbo questions what was the first music album that changed you fundamentally

[ikyw-t]

actors is such a quintessentially all time low song that I can't believe that it was never actually released on an album

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny always knew tax evasion ran in his veins. His parents hadn’t been the most… morally sound of people, and less so as ecto-scientists.

He just didn’t think their lessons would ever result in a criminal empire that spanned the entire city and then some. Danny hadn’t seen it coming. His parents definitely wouldn’t have.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Wayne. Mr. Fox.”

Danny ‘the Phantom’ Fenton sat down across from a rather tense looking (to Danny’s enhanced senses, anyways) Brucie Wayne and his right hand, Lucius Fox. He smiled pleasantly, matching Brucie’s vacant smile with that touch of Midwest suburban mother smile.

With his acquisition of multiple Gotham companies, his rather newly established Fentom Co. became one of the largest holding companies in Gotham, the first being Wayne Enterprises and the second being Drake Industries. After months of constantly working his butt off while fending off assassins, reforming Gotham’s slums and cleaning up some of the streets, and taking care of his nest of street kids, Danny garnered enough power to even stand close to Wayne Enterprises in terms of financial powers.

The topic of this meeting was, of course, the proposed merger of Wayne Enterprises’ Medical R&D division with Fentom Co.’s pharmaceutical department. Usually, Wayne Enterprises wouldn’t even consider such an offer, as their Medical R&D division was the most well funded and least likely to be part of a Rogue’s scheme- and therefore most beloved- department of the same nature in Gotham. However, Danny had something the other offers didn’t.

Blackmail.

His overly polite smile widened as Bruce’s mask twitched. His eyes slid over to Lucius Fox.

“It’s an honor to meet you, sir. I’ve heard much about your genius in… research and development.”

By that, Danny meant that he knew Lucius Fox helped develop Batman’s tech.

He did a lot of stalking that week. It felt rather… invasive, even if he did get a bunch of juicy secrets.

You know what they say: dead men tell no tales… but halfas are generally blabbermouths.

“Is that so? It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Fenton.” The man quickly glanced between the youngsters, accurately predicting that this might have something to do with Bruce’s active nightlife.

“Yes, it is such a pleasure to meet you.”

Wow, Danny didn’t think he’d ever heard anyone sound both so perky and dead inside at the same time, except for Susan at Gotham High’s bake sale.

Bruce wishes he could be a Susan. He’s at best a Becky.

“Will you be staying, Mr. Fox? You’re the head of the R&D department, correct?”

“Ah, yes-”

“Oh, Lucius! I think you had an appointment with the finance department right now! I heard Sally talk about it, you know!”

Lucius Fox sent an unreadable look at Bruce before rallying.

“Oh, it must have slipped my mind. My apologies, Mr. Fenton, it seems as though I can not skip this appointment.”

“That’s alright. I suppose it gives you… plausible deniability… should things go wrong, haha!” Danny allowed his smile to widen a little further than natural. Bruce tensed but Lucius Fox simply politely smiled and left the room.

Ignorance is bliss and all that, Danny amusedly thought.

As the door shut with a click, Bruce dropped the vacant Brucie smile and sighed.

“What do you want,” he gritted out. Danny wasn’t about to let that slide, not after he spent the better part of this month wrangling Bruce’s problem children.

“Ah, it must be because I’m from the Midwest, Brucie, but where I come from, we value these things called manners.”

You uneducated jerk, he doesn’t say.

Danny leaned back in his chair, loosening his smile into something relaxed and sharp.

“…” Oh, boy, Danny could just hear the other man’s blood pressure rising. “What is the purpose of your visit, Mr. Fenton?”

“Relax, Brucie,” Danny sing-songed in a non-relaxing way. “I’m just here to discuss a possible merger that I’m sure you’ll agree to, and give you a couple of updates on your… wayward bird.”

He heard Bruce take a slow, controlled breath. “Very well. Where. Would. You. Like. To. Start.”

Danny ignored the gritted out sentence. He passed a contract to Bruce, who took it like he was handling a live bomb.

“Here’s the proposal, Mr. Wayne. Please, look it over.”

He watched as Bruce looked over the contract with an eagle eye before lowering it, scrutinizing Danny.

“This is… very fair.”

Danny raised an eyebrow. Of course it was fair. Danny wasn’t interested in exploiting the Waynes, despite them being very able to afford it.

He’d brought fifty manufacturing sites for pharmaceuticals, and offered up a building where both companies could send their workers. He provided top notch security- that definitely didn’t have any talons on staff, what were they talking about?- that came from his own security division. Granted, most of them were reformed and trained goons, but hey, creating jobs can only help Gotham’s economy and help break the cycle of poverty, right? Guaranteed by the Wayne name and, most importantly, uncompromised medicine that was accessible to everyone would be a damn good start. He’d also have Penguin’s empire to distribute it to those who couldn’t make it to a clinic or a store, and there were plans in there to work with and establish contracts with Gotham’s welfare department. Well… once Danny finished replacing them with people who wouldn’t try to take a cut of the funds and actually cared about the people. He was thinking… the multitudes of poor grad students and parents that need income. He’s in the process of building childcare centers and…

It’s a good thing he managed to save money from the taxes (thank you, Gotham’s morally ambiguous tax experts that were in desperate need for clients! He could do it himself but having a team of accountants at the ready was seriously so helpful.) because ancients knows the government weren’t about to step into Gotham and help the people here. He needs so much money to pull all of this shit off and a lot of it has to be clean.

Danny inwardly sighed and marked another thing onto his to do list.

Make money laundering fronts.



“Of course, Mr. Wayne. You didn’t think I’d come in here demanding money, did you?”

“I considered it.”

“I am, in fact, trying to help Gotham. You might not agree with my methods, but I’d rather not damage Wayne Enterprises when it’s doing so much to help the people.”

Ugh, he was doing too much work. Danny just wanted to- hah- chill at home and read bed time stories to his kids.

Bruce Wayne, the specific blend between Brucie and Batman, regarded him silently. Danny felt like he went up a few notches in the respect ladder.

Nice.

“You’re a criminal.”

“Says the man in the bat-suit breaking into places and assaulting people.”

Bruce’s hands spasmed around the contract. Danny smiled at him, taking a sip of the coffee they’d prepared. Oo, nice!

“Ah, I heard you’re adopting- pardon, fostering- Tim Drake. Getting empty nest syndrome, Brucie?” He slipped back into using Bruce’s first name. The proposal was formal. This… was very much not.

“What about it?”

“That’s very kind of you. Speaking of which, well, of your birds, I was wondering if you remembered what I asked you to do.” Danny continued, not giving Bruce a chance to reply. “Didn’t I ask for you to keep your birds in line, Brucie?”

The CEO straightened even further, form filling out to be Batman’s imposing figure. “I did.”

“No, you didn’t. Do you know where your charge is, right now? No, not the formerly dead one,” Danny tilted his head, smile shrinking.

“Don’t you dare do anything to Tim. I swear, if you even lay a hand on a strand of his hair, I’ll-”

“Sit your Armani clad ass down, Bruce.” Danny snapped. “Your son’s in your office. I don’t harm children, and your assumptions are deeply insulting. Threaten me again, Bruce, and I’ll make sure you know exactly how much I know about your birds, your cousin, and the commissioner’s daughter.”

Bruce snarled but leashed his anger just enough to sit back down. He itched to go check on Tim, but leaving a threat like Phantom unwatched felt inherently wrong.

“Your other son,” Danny continued. “Is doing quite well. He’s learning that he has hobbies again. He’s actually working under me, you know.”

“He’s what.”

Oh, yeah, that tracks. It figured that Jason wouldn’t tell Bruce about anything. He’s still conflicted about his death. Danny got it.

“Ah, that’s precious information. You’ll have to offer something of equal value if you want to know. There is, on the other hand, a piece of information I’ll give you for free.”

Danny paused for the dramatic effect. It was lost on Bruce, the ultimate drama queen of this world.

“The League of Assassins are hanging around Hotham lately. It’s getting tedious, getting rid of them. I suggest talking to your old flame, you know, with words and what little communication skill you’ve got rattling around in your noggin to get them to pull back. Her interest is… unnaturally focused on Jason.”

Danny read the dark agreement swimming about Bruce’s face and inclined his head. “Should negotiations fail, rest assured that Jason will be protected.”

“…Thank you.”

“You are most welcome. Go ahead and discuss the contract with Mr. Fox, I am sure you’ll find little problems with it. Ah,” Danny stood up, fixing his suit jacket. “And you should probably check up on Timothy. He’s probably having a great time in your office, Mr. Wayne.”

“I’ll see you out.”

“Of course.”

Having Batman escorting him out should probably be more intimidating.

Danny stood in the elevator, waiting for Bruce’s contemplative silence to put itself into words.

Sure enough, “What… what kind of hobbies does Jason have now?”

“I’d tell you to ask him, but you two aren’t on speaking terms, are you? He likes books, of course, but recently, he’s found an interest in glass blowing. He made quite a bit of progress on his attempts at sun catchers.”

“I see.”

Well, Danny’s not about to step on that landmine any more than he has to.

——

“Danny.”

“Oh, hey, Jason. Sit down, we were about to have dinner.”

Jason clambered into the window. Danny sighed. He had a door, but by the way Jason never used it, it was like the door didn’t exist.

“Mind telling me why the old bastard showed up on my rooftops with a bunch of glass and glassblowing tools?”

Danny smiled. “No idea.”

“Uh huh.”

Danny placed a hand on his chest and put on his best woe-is-me expression. The teen’s face twitched in annoyance. “Doubt? At me? Why, I never!”

A bread roll thwacked him in the face.

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really long rant (happy rant) in the tags, mostly towards @synthetic-lavender /vpos

romance repulsed aros and romance favourable aros are both cool and valid but because i never see anything about us: shoutout to romance indifferent aros. romance neutral aros. aros who just couldn't care less. aros who have a conflicted relationship with romance. aros who are fine with romance in some contexts but not in others. aros who don't mind romance when it's not amatonormativity being shoved down their throats. aros who haven't yet figured out their feelings about romance. aros to whom romance is Just Something That Exists. y'all are rad as hell and it's okay not to 'pick a side'!!