#and maybe you could throw in a little bit of wally/buddy in there too with buddy going up to cynthia and having a Bisexual Meltdown
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Fic prompt: The Pink Ladies and the T-Birds become convinced that Cynthia’s dating someone and won’t leave her alone until she tells them so she freaks out and tells them she’s dating Buddy
Immediately afterwards she rushes to Buddy’s house and pretty much goes “hey so I know that I’ve told you over and over again how much I hate you but can you pretty please pretend to date me” and he’s like ok fine but you owe me
And so the entire thing is just those two fumbling around trying to convince everyone that they’re dating (which is much harder for Cynthia than it is for Buddy) and the two of them becoming actual friends
#cynthia essentially begs lydia not to be mad but she just thinks it’s the funniest shit#like none of the thespians believe it for a second and some of them are like ‘it’s the heteronormativity talking sweetie’#including mr vaughn#he’s like ‘I did not set you and lydia up day after day just for you to do this#eventually there’s like a messy coming out scene where cynthia tells buddy the real reason she’s pretending to date him#and maybe you could throw in a little bit of wally/buddy in there too with buddy going up to cynthia and having a Bisexual Meltdown#anyways ignore me I’m just spouting nonsense at this point#rotpl#grease rotpl#grease rise of the pink ladies#rise of the pink ladies#cynthia zdunowski#cynthia rotpl#thesbians#lynthia#buddy aldridge#buddy rotpl#i think they would definitely sit down together and bitch about sports#cynthia would absolutely destroy buddy at football#cynthia and buddy friendship supremacy#supportive buddy supremacy#protective friend and boyfriend buddy supremacy
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Rambling abt how the TADC cast would get along w the Welcome Home crew 👁️💛🎪🐛
First of all I have NO idea how they’d even interact LOL ummm pretend their electromagnetic TV waves collided or sum idk
Kinger would ADORE Frank and Eddie. I don’t even have to tell y’all the parallels between them and Kinger/Queenie. Him and Frank would bond over bugs and I can totally imagine him patiently trying to align the conversation back in with the subject when Kinger gets confused. Eddie has a habit of formality and I could imagine him being like “Your Highness!” or sum every time he sees Kinger lmao. They both talk like that in pure sincerity, with Kinger calling him “his most loyal subject.”
Pomni would HATE Wally. That little freak. All the standing around and staring would fray her nerves. I think Ragatha would be the only one the least bit comfortable with him because he has the likeness of a little kid. She’d baby him like the family idiot and he would be none the wiser.
Also I think it would be funny if Wally scared the heebie-jeebies out of Caine. Like he tugs on his boot to get his attention and Caine is like “Can I help yo—AHH!” and Walliford gets punted like a football. Like y’all get it?? Caine is going to pick up that Wally has very different energy from everyone else and treat him like a roach. This is not acknowledged by Wally.
TBH, Wally likes high-energy people and I can see him imprinting on Jax. Wally would not mind the violence one bit. I think he would love to watch things unfold in wretched ways he’s never seen before. He’ll do what he always does: stare in sleepy fascination. Would Jax like him? Idk, but he might get used to the presence and start talking to him just to voice his thoughts. Maybe after a while he’ll throw in a “did you see that?” Ragatha tries to shepherd Wally away because Jax is a “bad influence”.
Howdy would like Jax. Even if the edginess goes over his head a bit, he can respect anyone with a quick wit. I can imagine them bantering instead of bickering if you know what I mean. Howdy has thick skin and can take anything past a harmless joke, and I think Jax would like having someone to bounce off of in a new and neat way. It’s also kinda funny, someone calling him a “no-good punk” instead of a bitch or whatever Zooble says.
Barnaby would struggle the most making friends. I hate to pick on him, but he lives off an engaging audience. He needs people to either laugh dramatically or sigh dramatically; any reaction is a good reaction. I think he’d make the “humans” uncomfortable. Jax especially would ignore him. Ragatha would laugh politely, but he isn’t too thrilled by phony feedback. Nobody would know what to do with him because he’s only a comedian by cartoon standards. He’d still have all his neighbors, but now his best buddy has a new friend. Is it so bad to say that Barnaby likes being Wally’s only friend? (If we’re going by evidence that the neighbors are a little weary of him…) I imagine that with Wally following Jax around and Ragatha doting on him all the time, Barnaby will start feeling a bit useless. Zooble would like him. They wouldn’t at first, but after a few bad jokes and a lot of persistence they’ll come to roll their eyes fondly at his presence. To them, Barnaby is like an innocent version of Jax. They’ll appreciate actual harmless pranks, and eventually I think everyone else will too.
Howdy and Caine would click. They have similar personalities, always actively trying to “sell an idea” y’know. I imagine him calling down Caine and being like “a circus this big and there isn’t a laugh for miles! I haven’t seen a depression this bad since the laughing-stock crash of 63!” and they would plot very business-like on how to put some humor back into the bigtop. They’re super respectful of each other and Caine would enjoy being officially recognized as the ringleader. Honestly I think all the neighbors would consider Caine an actual authority. They call him The Mayor lmao.
Julie and Ragatha!! They’d be playing dress-up on their first meeting. Ragatha def likes that Julie is a safe person to gossip to hehe. I think once Pomni gets used to her energy they’d be buddies too. Julie is a bit too much for Gangle tbh…
Gangle and Poppy would eventually be besties. I think their combined nervousness would terrify each other, but there’s a mutual understanding from day one. I think once they realize they both like tedious little tasks like drawing and baking, knitting or whatever, they’d chill out and spend time together doing their thing. I think they’d help each other be brave. Like how when your friend needs you to ask for ketchup and suddenly you’re the biggest baddest girl in Burger King? Yeah. Gangle would like all the neighbors because they would NEVER call her a crybaby and would always recognize when she’s being picked on. They’d react with pure sorrow whenever she breaks her comedy mask. Whether they could seriously help her work through her issues, idk.
SALLY AND CAINE. I imagine plotting an “adventure” is the equivalent to plotting a play and she’d insist on her involvement. They’d butt-heads CONSTANTLY over their opposing creative visions. Sometimes the stars will align and they’ll properly collaborate, and it’ll be the best adventure they’ve ever had every time. Tears and bowing and rose-throwing. Y’know.
#TADC#Welcome Home#I don’t have time to write fics this is what I do#Wally Darling#Howdy Pillar#Frank Frankly#Sally Starlet#Julie Joyful#Barnaby B Beagle#Eddie Dear#Poppy Partridge#The Amazing Digital Circus#Kinger#Pomni#Ragatha#Jax#Gangle#Zooble#Caine#TADC Crossover#Welcome Home Crossover
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To celebrate the Dark Revival... we uncovered something sitting in the archives for quite some time.
This is a script. One for a special that was apparently slotted to be released in the month of April originally. That was all that could be discerned from the documents, what year in specific is still lost. There are even a select number of characters exclusive to this script who appear nowhere else across the Bendy IP prior to the 1990s.
((short version: Here's an "April Fools special" that's been a low effort WIP script for a long, long, LONG time. Enjoy the crack.))
DUE TO THE OUTLANDISHLY VAST FAN-DEMAND, BENDY AND BUDDIES IS NOW PERMANANTLY CHANGED TO SUIT THE HIGH DEMANDS YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE HAVE ALWAYS WANTED! SO PLEASE ENJOY THE NEW, AND IMPROVED, BENDY AND BUDDIES AND THE INK MACHINE ADVENTURES!!!
[Bendy and Buddies and Etc. is filmed in front of a fictional studio audience.]
Angie; “Bendy! I was hoping that the both of us could visit the beach once more, mayhap we can bring the others as well?”
Bendy; “Ah, sure Anj! Sounds like it’d be fu-“
(Alice walk in and puts her arms around Bendy, very deliberately having his head near her breasts. Cue sitcom audience cheers as Alice enters.)
Alice; “Ohhh, but Bendy just promised to take me out for a date! So sorry, maybe he can play little games with you some other time, sweetums~?”
Bendy; “Alice, c’mon! she was inviting all of us! She wasn’t excluding you on purpose or something, right?”
Angie; “Um... yes, of course she may accompany us! I do not see why Alice canno-”
(Alice and Bendy make quick confused noises at Angie’s response before resuming.)
Alice; “Oh, of course! It is just like privileged little you to try and take Bendy all for yourself! Sorry airhead, but Bendy is far too grown up for a childish little girly-girl like you! A handsome devil like this deserves a real woman like me!”
(bouncy sound effects to imply her boobs are flopping around.)
Angie; “But, Lady Alice, I never intended-!”
Bendy; (anxiously, under his breath) “Anj, just grab my arm!”
(Angie tries to reason peacefully until Bendy gestures her to grab hold of one of his arms. Alice has his other arm in the usual love-triangle tug-of-war scenario/trope. Angie looks less “grumpy” and more uncomfortable)
Bendy; “Ladies, ladies! Please, there’s plenty of the Devil Darling to go around!”
Angie; “You are in samples??”
(Bendy’s surprised, laughs a bit and is about to correct her until Alice cuts in again)
Alice; “It’s an expression, nitwit! See Bendy? Why bother with this Dumb Dora, when you can have a Darlin Dame~?”
(Angie is saddened by the persistent bullying from Alice’s end)
Bendy; (angrily to Alice, under his breath again) “You’re not helpi-!”
(cut to Boris nearby with a banjo)
Boris; “Gee wiz Bendy, quite the heartbreaker lately aren’cha?”
Bendy; (dramatically) “it’s my devilish charms, I can’t help it!”
Boris; “One’a these days it’s gonna be yer downfall, attracting so many-“
(Sammy shows up the hell out of nowhere.)
Sammy; “Wonderful Lord Bendy! Let me sniff your holy panties!”
Boris: “Well, if it isn’t that super-wacky Sammy! The head of the Music Department who has no note-worthy character outside of blindly worshiping Bendy! He was never a toon like us, but… um, guess he’s here anyway! Hooray!”
Sammy; “insert anime joke here!”
Bendy; (in pure dread) “Oh no-“
(And now Wally shows up, also the hell out of nowhere.)
Wally; “Regardless of how Bendy’s lovelife goes, if it makes another damn tidal wave of a mess I gotta clean up: I’M OUTTA HERE!”
(stupid laughtracks playing)
Alice; “He said the catchphrase!”
Bendy; “Wally the Janitor is just hilarious in everything he pops up in, right everyone!?”
Boris; “Sponsored by the following companies listed.” (onscreen there’s several of the in-universe businesses in the canon-verse. Maybe throw in a reference to other fictitious companies? Acme is a definite one to add.)
Bendy; “Actually, Alice… I don’t think you really specified where you wanted to have that date anyway, where were you thinking?”
Alice; “Oh, I thought you’d never ask, my Widdle Debil! Infact, I want all of you to come with, please do follow your angel!”
Bendy and Boris; (failing to see how suspicious that was) “Sounds good to me!”
As Bendy, Boris and Sammy obediently follow Alice, Angie is called by someone else off-screen the opposite way.
Angie; “Wait, what was that?”
(murmured gibberish a’la Peanuts is heard)
Angie; “Oh um, alright then.”
(The ‘gang’, sans Angie, arrive at Joey Drew Studios. I’ll prolly just take a photo of whatever animation studio or old building from google and slap the JDS logo on top of it. Laziness!)
Alice; “And here we are!”
Bendy; “Uhh… Alice??”
Boris; “Isn’t this the old studio?... Y’know, as in that place where all of us experienced terrible, traumatic pasts involving human experimentation and brutal ritualistic sacrifices that’ve left us all emotionally and mentally scared forever and other dark, gruesome things like that?”
(Bendy is a little taken aback by Boris’ detailed description.)
Bendy; “… Yeah… I thought we all vowed to never come back here…? Wasn’t finally getting out a highly triumphant moment for us or something?”
Sammy; “Lord Bendy, your buttocks is scrumptious like hamburgers!”
Alice; “Oh, I assure you! I have very good reasons for why I chose to take you all here! I have one… no, TWO very important things I’ve needed to show you all for a long time!”
Bendy; “Only now this has been brought up??”
Alice; “both are a lot to take in, but I need you to trust me… do you doubt your angel~?”
Bendy; “Ahh… fine then.”
Boris; “I’m ready for anything.”
(Alice looks up and calls to someone)
Alice; “Alright deary-pie, you can come out now!”
(stupid dramatic sound effects as the apparent newcomer is revealed)
Geno-Fur; “Hello, everyone!! It’s me, Geno-Fur!!”
Sudden Narrator; “Thaaaat’s right! It’s Geno-Fur the DemonAngel, the most powerful cartoon character in all of Toon Town! The perky, talented daughter of Bendy the Demon and Alice Angel with the help of the Ink Machine, this cute toon angel demon girl has an inner inky darkness unlike any other! She’s oh-so deep, mysterious and meaningful everyone!”
Bendy; (more and more like he’s reading it off a script) “Oh my Satan! Alice, we have a long-lost daughter who is beautiful and an objectively perfect and wonderful blend of who we both are! And will probably easily surpass us in popularity! If I had known we had such a blessing who totally didn’t just fall out of the sky, I would have dropped everything, married you and center my entire life around you both!
Sammy; “Praise be unto the blessed firstborn!”
(Boris is bug-eyed, genuinely dumbfounded by what is happening before him)
Boris; “UM…??”
Geno-Fur; “OMG! Mommy, Daddy, thank you so much! You even brought my husband here to see me!
(Geno-Fur hugs Boris hard enough to pop his spine, he’s in pain. “CAN’T… B-BREATHE-!!” his poor banjo has snapped in two. To Boris’ luck, Geno-Fur releases him.)
Bendy; (zero effort on his part) “Don’t go breakin’ my princess’s heart, Boris…”
Alice; “I love beautiful reunions!”
Sammy; “I shall always be a loyal, faithful Side-Hoe willing to pleasure you, your Queen, and your glorious child, my Lord!”
Boris; “Guys, none of this is in my copy of the script, what’s going on?!?”
Alice; “I’ll gladly answer that! What’s going on is my second reason…”
(Alice wipes the side of her face to reveal the same gross Scarface thing going on with Susie-Alice. Shock Horror, she’s also Susie-Alice.)
Alice: “As it turns out, I’m still not near as perfect as I’d like to be!! AH-HAHAHA!”
(Alice cackles evilly as she grabs Boris and drags him into the building. Yes, exactly like the end of Chapter 3.)
Boris; (As he’s spirited away) “WHAAAAAT THEEEEE HAYSTAAACK!?....”
Bendy; “What!? Oh god, Boris!! Hang on buddy, I’m coming!”
(a panicking Bendy runs in to rescue Boris, Sammy and Geno-Fur follow)
Sammy; “M’Lawd! I will follow you to the ends of the earth!”
Geno-Fur; “Mommy!! Daddy!! Why can’t we settle this like normal people!?”
(Bendy is desperately trudging into the studio, unknowingly he is very slowly melting into his monster-form we are all familiar with as he becomes exhausted)
Bendy; “Boris, please hang on!! I’m coming...!! .. Augh… Maybe… Maybe I should hit the gym? NO!! No, I’m fine!! Goddamned fine!! I just gotta… Gotta keep going… Wait, wait… why is my sweat this… thick and… dark?”
(Bendy’s then surprised upon overhearing something, looking to the side to find Henry somewhere in the distance and humming to himself- probably doing one of the Chapter 3 tasks)
Henry; “Joey Drew he likes big fingers in his ass, Joey Drew he likes big fingers in his ass, fingers in his ass, he likes in his-” (yes. It’s that meme. I have zero shame.)
(Bendy slowly becomes angered)
Bendy; “Henry… Henry!!”
(this gets Henry’s startled attention. As Bendy rants he slowly completes his transformation into Monster-Bendy.)
Bendy; “My old, actual for-real creator, Henry… You left everyone… You left ME! Why didn’t you stay!? Was I just a mistake to you, blaming me for everything Joey did!? Why didn’t you love me, Henry!? Was I never good enough for you!? You LIED to us!! You never stopped Joey from all of the atrocities he committed!! You never came back!! You never played catch with me and called me ‘Sport’!! You never threw me a Birthday!! YOU NEVER BOUGHT ME A HAPPY MEAL!!!”
Henry; “Oh gosh!”
(Henry zooms away as fast as he can, his warped and enraged cartoon-demon son giving chase. Suddenly Geno-Fur to the oh-so convenient rescue.)
Geno-Fur; “Oh my god, daddy!! Izzat you?? Ohmygaww I can see why mommy thot u wer hawt!!”
(Bendy is understandably confused by her appearance and comment.)
Bendy; “huh…what??”
(he looks back to where Henry was initially, however Henry’s already in a miracle station also conveniently nearby)
Bendy; “HE’S GONE!! Where did he-!?”
Geno-Fur; “Ummm like… you know that weird up-and-down door and room thingy with buttons??”
Bendy; (surprised at how goddamn stupid she is) “The… you mean the elevator?”
Geno-Fur; “Yeah!! The escalator! I think Henry’s using it to go down to liiiiike… Level 1000!”
Bendy; “…There is no Level 1000. The building doesn’t tunnel down THAT deep.”
Geno-Fur; “Exactly!! Like, he’s going so deep down he’s trying to get to a level that doesn’t exist! I’m sure that if you go all the way down to the last floor, you’ll find Henry! Good luck daddykins!”
Bendy; (half-assing at this point) “Well, I totally trust my perfect hybrid daughter to never lie to me ever and that alibi is highly convincing. I will go.”
(Bendy exists the scene in his usual spooky way, to which Henry hops back out of the station.)
Geno-Fur; “Hurry Henry!! We gotta save mah Woof Hubby and get out of here!! And bring mommy and daddy back with the power of family love!!”
(Geno-Fur tearfully exists, Henry following her.)
Henry; “This is what I got out of retirement for…”
(Cut to Alice’s super-duper evil lab room with Boris strapped to the operating table Frankenstein style. Alice is still acting in-character, in contrast Boris is basically left to ad-lib and isn’t entirely certain on the mood of the scene. Boris scratches at his neck, but quickly puts his arm back in as soon as he realizes they’re rolling.)
Alice; (some obligatory evil chuckling) “… And after I’ve done away with you, Henry AND Bendy, I can continue my makeover with no trouble or interruptions at all! Then I will have the popularity I was always destined for! Now, any last words before you fulfil your purpose, little wolfie~?”
Boris; “is it too early to make a ‘stole my heart’ joke, even though you got the REAL side-splitters, or...?”
(some muffled laughter off-stage is heard, implied to be Rodney behind the camera. Alice is unamused and gestures at Boris threateningly.)
Alice; “Be quiet or I’ll cut you open faster.”
Boris; “Alright, alright, I’ll shush…”
The “mysterious” voice who may or may not be Rodney; “Bitter hag-”
(because of budgetary, technical, and time-related issues… we already skip over to chapter 4 events because we’re basically haphazardly trying to scrunch in the entire canon-game story, not caring if it makes any sense at all like always)
Henry; “Okay, so it’s only now occurred to me to ask; earlier, we were in the show… but as we kept going, all of a sudden we’re in the-?”
Geno-Fur; “YAWN! You’re boring old-man dinosaur talk is super boring, we’re not gonna rescue Boris fast enough if you don’t let me do all of the mouth-stuff! No wonder mommy and daddy wanna murder-fy you, LOL!”
Henry; “I… I don’t even- what the heck is a ‘LOL’, anyway!? Why are you helping me if you’re their daughter or something!?”
Geno-Fur; “Because I’m sooo nice!! :3”
Henry; “How… how do you even work??”
(The Butcher Gang mooks appear right the hell out of nowhere without Henry even opening any of the doors)
Charley; (in a grunty, zombie-ish way) “Now’s are time to shine, boys… Lets take all of our pent-up frustrations out on Henry!”
Geno-Fur; “OOOOOH MY GOOOOOOOD!!! SOOOO KAWAII! THESE GUYS ARE SOOO MY HUSBANDS!”
(she hugs all three up to her tumour-tits, immediately all their necks snap.)
Henry: (not even caring anymore) “I thought you said Boris was your husband.”
Geno-Fur; “Ummm, DUH? Of course, he is! You’ve clearly not been listening to me with your senile old-ness! Seriously, I thought the guy who drew ME would be super-hot and NOT some old BOOMER! Isn’t that right, husbands!?”
(she only now realises the 3 are dead and lets out a big Darth Vader “NOOOO!!!”, Henry is unfazed.)
(Meanwhile, back at Bendy’s Ink Machine throne room - Bendy was able to hear Geno-Fur’s annoying whine from several of those miles upwards)
Bendy; “the hell…? Ugh… probably my cue… A guy just can’t watch his own show on loop in peace anymore…”
(as Bendy speaks he’s existing his “castle” to return to the higher levels. Sammy abruptly appears again in one of the hallways Bendy passes.)
Sammy; “My Lord! I will always be gleeful and willing to perform any request you-!”
(Bendy, not even making eye-contact, clocks Sammy in the head with his “good toon hand” hard enough to put the walking notice-me-senpai-joke out cold, the sound effect a wet and loud POW. Mr Lawrence is unconscious. And maybe missing some teeth.)
Bendy; “Fuckin’ punchline…”
(Cut back to Henry and Geno-Fur at the carnival prototype area. The poor old man is being ranted at by the annoying Mary Sue disaster for killing her 3 other “husbands”. Even though that was her own fault.)
Geno-Fur; “Those valiant gentle-mans meant the world to me and now they’re all gross inky poopy-goop!! This is all YOUR fault, you ugly old murderer-guy, you!! Feel guilty for your evil sins!!”
Henry; “I never even touched them; YOU did that! Please tell me, are you some kinda alien who is trying to mimic what a toon looks and acts like? Because you’re failing miserably.”
Geno-Fur; “I’m young and pretty and you’re a wrinkly old fart!! That means I’m right and you’re wrong!!”
(Henry groans in annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose)
Henry; “Alright then… Seeing as I’m clearly a hindrance to your ‘noble quest’ or… whatever, how’s about this: you go ahead and complete all of the puzzles needed to unlock the doors, while I search for any clues or another alternate route that could maybe get us into that haunted house faster? I mean, clearly, it’d be my only good contribution to your ‘mission’.”
Geno-Fur; “Pfff, I have a better idea! I’ll go ahead and complete all the puzzles needed to unlock the doors, while YOU search for any clues or another alternate route that could maybe get us into that haunted house faster! I mean, clearly, it’d be your only good contribution to my mission!”
(As Geno-Fur sneers she walks to the puzzle-room that has Norman in it, Henry has an expression that all but states he wants to see this obnoxious girl get hit by a truck.)
Henry; “You…go do that.”
Geno-Fur; “YAS! And I’ma doit like a sexy QUEEN~!!”
(As she enters the door shuts behind her, trapping her there until the task would be completed.)
Henry; “Okay then… Better think of something before she gets back. I can only put up with that rotten attitude for so long…”
(Before Henry knew it, he now hears several sounds indicative of clutter and a chase as he sadly must hear Geno-Fur’s voice once more, although muffled through the walls and corridors… There are gradually more muffled sounds of disaster around him, almost impossibly so as Geno-Fur’s whining can be heard amongst it. Sounds range from explosions, to car horns and all the way to an elephant. Henry is utterly lost.)
Henry; “What the devil is that brat doing!?”
(as soon as the noise dies down finally, all the doors and puzzles have spontaneously been completed. Whatever Geno-Fur caused in there, it finished everything for him.)
Henry; “Wait, already?... Huh, that screechy rat-girl helped with progress for once…”
(Not wasting any time, Henry hops into the attraction and heads towards one of the carts on the track. Extra sound-effects/in-game audio to indicate the ride starts, as Henry is slowly carted through the tunnel-portion the intercom is switched on, it’s Boris and Susie-Alice mid-conversation. Alice sounds angered with a reasonable Boris.)
Boris; “-I’m just saying, you weren’t part of Henry’s initial vision when making this show, and that isn’t a bad thing! I mean, Lola got popular after Space Jam-“
Susie-Alice; “And popular with who, exactly!? A bunch of perverts who don’t care about character! But as soon as I make it to the big top, the world will know I’m appealing in mind AND sexuality! So, what if I was Joey’s add-on!? I was the best thing to happen to you and Bendy’s sad little circus!”
Boris; “Alice, look, there’s no need to get hostile. I’ve been trying to help you and turn it around into something positive. You’re the one choosing to see it as something wrong. You’re not one of Henry’s characters like Bendy and I. That isn’t an insult, it’s what happened!”
Susie-Alice; “Well! You!... You’re just a sad, stupid mongrel who digs up bones! And your friend is a fat, gremlin slob who’ll never have anything near as wonderful as me!! How do you like that, huh!? What do have to say to that!?”
Boris; “I’d say now you’re just yelling like an angry school-kid ‘cuz you don’t have a point.”
(Henry pays no heed to the Halloween-themed pop-ups as he listens in awkwardly)
Henry; “I might’ve jumped in too soon...”
(Susie-Alice and Boris both let out surprised a “huh?”)
Henry; “Oh! Did… did you two hear me? Didn’t think it worked that way.”
Boris; “Howdy Henry! Real quick, was all’a that ruckus earlier from that Jenny-chick? Sounded like a twister full of cats was let loose in here!”
Susie-Alice; “How much did you hear!? Wait, wait!! How do you shut this off!? Can we do this over!? Make the cart stop right now! I was supposed to give a profound and depressing speech--!!”
(the intercom is abruptly cut as Alice panics, likely because she was scrambling on the buttons. Henry’s already at the “house” part of the ride with paintings and such.)
Henry; “… I’ll just tell her I only heard something about bones and gremlins.”
(As Henry is carted across the room, he comments on the environment casually)
Henry; “Wonder who did the paintings in here? I need to ask around when I can. I don’t think the poor fella ever got credit, knowing Joey’s ‘forgetfulness’… Bertrum prolly has the answer, if he’s still nearby.”
(Henry’s about to head into the dark tunnel where Boris *would* be there as a Frankenstein monster to make it stop… but no, he isn’t there. Not to any degree.)
Henry: “Uhh… ‘Oh no! what has she done to you!?’ …”
(He clears his throat, then adds more base to his voice)
Henry: “…’OH NO! what has she done to you!?’ …”
(Although Henry’s deeper into the darker portion of the ride than what was normal, his tired prayer is answered as a pair of hands latch onto the cart and force it to stop. They, however, are not Boris’ mega-hands… But Norman’s, as is indicative by what Henry can see as well as the grunts. He has removed the camera-head mask)
Henry: “… ‘Boris! What has she do-!?’ wait… wait, Nor-?”
(Norman, shrouded in shadows, cuts Henry off with a panicked “SHH!!”, then whispers...)
Norman: “Look, Hen, I’m having as hard a time to follow what’s going on as you are. I’m going to push you back and adjust the cart, so it doesn’t keep moving. This did not happen, and you never saw me!”
Henry: “Of course… Highly terrifying Ink-monster who I did not see here…”
Norman: “There we go.”
(As the not-Projectionist(?) stated, he shoved the cart back and made quick work to turn it in such a way that it wouldn’t continue onward on the track. Henry is awkwardly left alone waiting for the warped-Boris cue.)
Rodney, undoubtedly the cameraman now and in a snarky mood; “… Isn’t something supposed to happen in this clearly suspenseful climax we’ve been building up to?”
(There is a loud “BONK” sound effect as Rod is clocked on the noggin by somebody else, resulting in an annoyed “OW!! Son of a…!!” from him.)
(Susie-Alice enters the room without warning, very blatantly stalling for time with improvisations. Henry hardly reacts.)
Susie-Alice; “We meet again, Henry! You’re trapped in my web, and a little fly like you will have no chance of escape!”
Henry; “Didn’t you already use that spider-web analogy a while ago...?”
Susie-Alice; “Soon! Your face will be an analogy for all the pain and ruin you’ve done unto me which is very clearly your fault as much as Joeys’! But! Unlike your ruined face mine will be fixed and I’ll be the heavenly starlet idol I’ve always deserved to be!”
Henry; “You lost me.”
Susie-Alice; “And I’ll make you lose your head too! Literally, not figuratively!”
(she charges to him dramatically, brandishing a vase prop from the table. Henry leisurely hops out of the cart finally.)
Henry; “a cue to fight and defend myself, alrighty then...”
(Before Henry could spring into this on-the-spot “Boss Battle”, a sudden gent pipe whizzes through the air at a beeline to Susie-Alice’s head. It’s only hard enough to make her stop in her tracks with a surprised shriek and grunt to herself for a little in pain. Standing on top of the cart Henry had exited is “Allison Alice”. She’s posed dramatically and without Tom.)
“Allison”; “Please, don’t give up Henry! You’re our only hope!... Don’t know why I said that here and now, but I did…”
Henry; (fake gasp, he’s clearly getting tired) “Oh My Goodness, another Amy the Angel?”
“Allison”; “Um, it’s ‘Alice’-”
Henry; “-Dearie me, given that there have been dozens of Boris copies, does that mean there are just as many of you?”
“Allison”; “Honestly, you’ll love what I still remember about what happened to Lacie.”
(Susie moans about her brow hurting, “Allison” remembers her other lines.)
“Allison”; “OH! Uhh by the way Henry do not be deceived by this awful, evil witch! Even though I look even less like her, I’m absolutely the real and goody-good Alice Angel!”
(This accusation catches Susie-Alice’s attention, and she angrily glares daggers at her like a snobby teenaged girl who got upstaged at prom.)
Susie-Alice; “You attention-whore hussy! I’m the REAL Alice Angel!”
“Allison”; “No, I’M Alice!”
Susie-Alice; “I’m Alice Angel!”
“Allison”; “I’m Alice Angel!”
Susie-Alice; “I’m Alice Angel!”
“Allison”; “I’m Alice Angel!”
Susie-Alice; “I’m Dirty Dan!”
“Allison”; “I’m Dirty Dan!”
(they both pause)
Susie-Alice; “…Did that really just come out of our mouths-?”
(explosion and clutter noises, everyone is surprised. It’s Geno-Fur having burst into the haunted house room through the wall.)
Geno-Fur; “Shit! I was so lucky daddy saved me from that creepy camera-head guy! He could’ve grabbed my sexy butt and make it all gross with the weird ink corruption!!”
Henry; (under his breath) “Why did neither of them strangle her…”
Geno-Fur; “Mommy! Stop it! I know you’re like so much more than all this darkness and suffering! I totes forgive you for turning my woof hubby all ugly, because I know we can all fix and love him together! You don’t have to stab anything! You nurtured me and made me the proud, talented, and strong woman I am today!”
“Allison”; “… are you talking to her or me??”
Geno-Fur; “Yes!!”
(Monster-Bendy’s signature Ink Aura seeps into the room as he suddenly approaches. Oh, the suspense!)
Henry, actually surprised by this; “Wait a minute, already?? How did he know to come right here!?”
Henry, now grumpily; “... It was that pea-brained banshee, wasn’t it. All of that obnoxious wailing lured him to us!”
Geno-Fur; “Shuttup! I’m legit the reason anything good happened here!!”
Henry, rolling his eyes; “Oh yeah. Sure…”
(Boris… Oh Sorry I mean Franken-Boris, finally enters the scene… however everyone is still talking, and he just stands there in the back awkwardly now that any room for his cue to start the monster act is completely null with the current cast ensemble. Once more, none of what is now transpiring was in his copy of the script. He’d be whistling and twiddling his “thumbs” if they weren’t so massive and heavy now.)
Monster-Bendy, finally; “Well, I for one can’t wait to make... Whatever her name is stay quiet ONCE AND FOR ALL! But first things first, my bloody and graphic vengeance on HENRY!”
Susie-Alice; “HEY! Wait your turn, fatty! I’m having vengeance on him FIRST!”
Monster-Bendy; “THE FUCK YOU JUST CALL ME!? FINE THEN, MY VENGENCE IS ON EVERY PATHETIC SOUL IN THIS ROOM!”
“Allison”; “I was supposed to get Hen out of here by now??”
Geno-Fur; “DADDYYYYYY! NUUUUUUU! LEMME TOK 2 U!!”
Monster-Bendy; “WHAT!?”
Geno-Fur; “Plz, DADDY!
Monster-Bendy; “I heard you the first time-”
Geno-Fur; “If you’re not able to look within your heart and see that this isn’t what you want…
Monster-Bendy; “Sweet Solomon, what am I in for.”
Geno-Fur; “I wrote a song, which was 100% not originally by Christina Aguilera, JUST for you about how killing the people you love is wrong, and that I’m your best daughter ever AND LOVE YOU no matter what! It’s really dope and super cooler than what happened in Goofy Movie and I practiced all of the Fortnight dances and Minecraft stuff for it that I put it to and EVERYTHING! Duncha remember you n mommys wedding?? It was super bomb and I was the best gothic flowergirl in fishnets, leather skirt, midnight black corset and red firey boots EVER! Jus remember all de times we were like the best sexiest fam in da WORLD! And after it’s all done, I can play fnaf games with you! And then later, we’ll have another episode where I’m in highschool and Boris-sempai meets me under the cherry-blossom trees and I made him been-toes n’ stuff, and we’re the best OTP ever and Romeo and Juliet could never hope to compare to how deep we got it! And then in the final season it’ll be revealed yer in love with Uncle Cuphead and mommy is all like-!”
Bendy is slack jawed at this stupidity. He finally snaps.
Bendy; “F-… Fortnight and..? Did I hear that? Stop the cameras. Hit the brakes. Back up the bus. STOP THE GODDAMN MUSIC! Listen, I’ve put up with a LOT of braindead pandering malarkey this episode, but shit like FORTNITE REFERENCES and other media where they don’t belong are where I’m drawing the damn line. That tears it! I’m leaving! I don’t give a shit about getting a check anymore! I have a cat to feed and play with back at home, and I’m not wasting anymore time or energy on this! I’VE HAD IT WITH THIS TRIPE!!”
As Bendy rants, he’s removing his huge monster-self costume. Boris struggles out of the fat-suit and discards the gigantic gloves, whipping one of the X’s off his eyelids. They were makeup.
Boris; “I’m right there with you, Bend. I didn’t spend three years religiously studying musical theatre and drama to be in this piece of cow dung!”
“Allison” removes her wig to reveal it’s been Maria the whole time, because the real Allison wanted no part in this.
Maria; “Personally I’d of taken so many fat ones to stay OUT of the camera.”
Boris; “...’Many fat’ what??”
Maria; “I’ll… say when we’re older!”
Boris; “Mari, all of us are presumed 20-somethings-“
Rodney, finally visible as he’s approaching the set: “Rufford could fart on paper, and that’d be better material than this slop.”
Boris; “Who’s to say he isn’t one of the prime suspects? I mean, if it wasn’t Mr. Drew, or Raph-”
Bendy; “I just remembered, where the Blue Hell’s Angie!? She straight-up VANISHED in the middle of act 1!”
Angie, muffled; “Um, I am in here!”
They all look to a wooden box nearby. Boris pries it open to reveal Angie squeezed within.
Angie; “Hello, my friends!”
Bendy; “Anj!”
Angie; “I was informed that this would be my best contribution to the project...”
Boris; “… Wait, why put Angie into one of the crates I was s’posed to SMASH to bits, according to my script copy?”
(Geno-Fur interrupts like always)
Geno-Fur; “NnnnnOOOO!!! You can’t leave now! It was getting soooo gooooood!! I WANT TO SPREAD THE FEELS OF MY FEELS SPEECH!!”
Bendy; “SHADDAP, you obnoxious personification of preteen fanfiction and anime-base art!! C’mon outta there Angie, Henry promised to take us out for donuts after this.”
Angie, freed from the crate; “Oh, lovely!”
Boris; “I call dibs on the first bear claw.”
Maria; “Oh, I can absolutely go for a cream-filling!”
Bendy; “Maria, just.. don’t..”
Alice, trying to get Maria’s attention but ultimately ignored; “Why did the pipe you throw at me SMELL ‘funny’!?”
Dolly enters, just as frustrated about this dumb performance as everybody else.
Dolly; “Ages and ages on EVERYONE’S makeup, and do I get any mention on the end-credits? When I looked them over, NO.”
Rodney, chiming in; “Damn good for a first shot at horror-film sorta faceups, if ya ask me.”
Dolly; “Aw, you!”
Bendy; “Yeah, you got an artists’ hand Dolly! I remember Boris and I having a double-take at how well you captured Alice’s inner evil.”
Dolly; “Spoiling me, every single one of you”
(distant sound of Alice grunting grumpily and walking away from the group.)
Norman, somewhere in the distance: “Let’s just wrap this up and go home everybody, Joey can get his ears hollered off later!”
Bertrum, further away: “MY SCENES WERE SKIPPED OVER ALTOGETHER! THE NERVE OF WHOEVER PLITHERED OUT THIS PIGS’ EXREMENT…!!”
(Various voices are heard as the entire crew dissipates. Improv whatever.)
Henry returns to the remaining “toon crew”, holding a set of car keys
Henry; “Ima’s offered to tag along and pitch in, donuts are our treat fellas!”
Bendy, Angie, Boris, and company (not counting Alice or Geno-Fur) cheer in delight as they follow Henry out to grab some good old Shipley’s. Although still close by, the metaphorical camera is on the lady-trio. They momentarily face the audience.
Dolly; “Just to clarify, none of that hogwash we trudged through is canon.”
Angie; “We still hope you were entertained, thank you dearly for coming!”
Maria, after blowing a kiss; “Goodnight, everybody!”
END.
#kind of a long read even if lazy so be ready#Happy November Fools#might add other scribly drawings later just so it's not JUST the crappy base edits of (spoiler)
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So, I’ve seen a lot of theories (especially on tumblr blogs, such as the marvelous @thedreamfisher) going around about who this Perfect Bendy is supposed to be in BATDR:
(originally posted on this; do not give me credit)
While I can see why a lot might say this might actually be Henry, another thought came to mind. Dreams Come to Life showcases (spoilers) Buddy Lewek becoming a Boris. The thing that I found peculiar was that in the novel, Buddy actually has little to no affiliation with Boris. He’s constantly with Bendy, especially when he’s coming up with concept art for “Cowboy Bendy”. The only time he ever interacts with Boris is of a cardboard cutout that is displayed in a room with the Bendyland model:
“[I] noticed more things. Like a black-and-white carousel horse and a cutout of Boris the Wolf holding a platter with the word “Food” and an arrow” (page 59).
So, if we follow this logic, shouldn’t he be a Perfect Bendy instead? Well, here’s the catch: what if the rule is that an employer can become a perfect toon is only through their mentality, not who their associated with.
It honestly makes things a lot more clearer (or I think it does, I honestly don’t know; feel free to explain your own opinions on this matter). If the theory about who Allison Angel, Tom, and Twisted Alice are then this matches perfectly with their characterization: in Dreams Come to Life, Allison is shown to be cheerful, always putting on a smile and taking things with stride (especially after Joey fires her on page 248). In the game, Allison Angel is a bit of an optimist, believing that there’s always hope and “a reason”, as well as being surprisingly calm around Henry. Not just that but she knows a lot about the studio. Alice Angel is, out of the main trio, the most sunny and described by Joey as “a character with charm, but brains too. When Bendy is getting up to something, Alice is there to throw a wrench into his schemes” (pages 54/55 of the Joey Drew Studio Employee Handbook).
For Tom, things get tricky. If Tom is Thomas Connor, one can only match the similarities in personality: like Boris, if Tom gets pissed whenever a person ticks him off, particularly through slack or fooling around (i.e. his relationship with Wally)
(originally post comes from this; do not give me credit. Yes, I am aware of the oddity of the link, but unfortunately this was the only gif-turned-image I could find that actually displays this interaction without feeling jarring due to the freeze. I apologize.)
According to Joey in the Joey Drew Studio Employee Handbook (page 48), “Boris stays loyal to his friends”. This perfectly matches Tom being a Boris, as he is shown to be very concerned over Allison in Chapter 5, and then fighting alongside both her and Henry in the Lost Harbor; he even gives Henry Sammy’s axe when he kills the guy.
“But Epsizet,” you might say, “what about Twisted Alice?” Same with Allison really. When she is manipulating Henry, she’s shown to be sympathetic and even promising him “heaven” once he did her bidding. This was of course a façade, but the point being that this matches Susie’s personality well: she might have been naïve, but she was a bit of a sweetheart, just like Alice.
Buddy becomes a Boris because, similar to Boris, he is loyal to his friends. Both of them can also be very clumsy, especially since Buddy basically let out a trapped Ink Bendy from the infirmary.
So what about Perfect Bendy? Well, maybe he’s not Henry. In the cartoons, Bendy is flighty (unreliable/irresponsible; he is a demon), willful, impulsive, and a schemer who enjoys playing various pranks on Boris. This mentality barely fits Henry, as in-game he’s quiet, calm, prone to making comments to himself, kind to his allies, a bit of a rule-follower (I mean, why does he follow Twisted Alice’s orders?) and while he is slightly impulsive in Chapter 1 (the fact that he just turns on the Machine showcases this), he doesn’t really seem to be the type who’d do this deliberately— let alone irresponsible, he does show guilt over Buddy turning into Brute Boris at the hands of Twisted Alice. So maybe Perfect Bendy is someone who mirrors this personality, and if it isn’t a studio employee (I don’t Joey would willingly turn himself into a Bendy), it could be the Ink Demon himself if he gains a soul. After all, he’s off-model because he doesn’t have a soul. I’ll elaborate on this in a future post. This is already pretty long, and I wrote this on a whim. So... yeah.
#BATIM#bendy#allison angel#tom#twisted alice#buddy lewek#henry stein#perfect bendy#BATDR#theory#bendy theory#I opened the askbox#feel free to send me thoughts regarding this#if you have any that is#you don't have to
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hhhhhhhhhh guess who drew all the batim characters in prep for the comic they’re making!
yeah so it took like 4 days to draw all these guys, and it was actually pretty fun figuring out colours and designs and stuff!
(also, update on the Reveries Twisted comic, I have a plan for the first chapter but i have like, 7 tests next week and I haven’t started drawing it yet so it’s definitely not going to be coming out anytime soon sdfgsdfsj but i am still working on it!)
anyway, i felt like writing little descriptions for every character, so feel free to read these below the ‘keep reading’ line if you feel like it! My ask box is also always open, so if u have any questions feel free to ask
Bertrum Piedmont-he/him, gay/ace
-Started working as a mechanic at about 15 and worked his way up from there -Everyone in the studio @ him: why are u british -His big ego often gets in the way of things, but at his core he's a good person (doing bad shit but ultimately having good intentions is common among these guys shdgfs) -Wlw & mlm solidarity w/ Lacie, who is his most trusted confidant and friend -Actually treats his employees well, even when they do basically nothing all day, so he does a lot of work himself most of the time Linda Stein-she/her, straight as a ruler -Parents immigrated from Spain -She's very catholic and very into 'traditional family values' and that sort of stuff -She is sweet, but her strict morals and black and white ethics often make her do unintentional harm -She is also pretty oblivious to most things Jack Fain-he/him & they/them, pan/ace, OCD -Mother immigrated from China to France, and then he moved to America, it's confusing -Can play the violin really well, but is terrible at composing his own pieces -Peak friend material -Short and round and soft with a love of a good espresso -Kind and quiet but ultimately ineffective and happy to watch from the sidelines Daniel 'Buddy' Lewek-he/him, aro/ace, autistic, jewish -He is curious and observant, but very very naive -He finds it hard to pick up on social cues, and tends to daydream a lot -Never really had a father figure, and unfortunately kind of half sees Joey as one (baaaad choice), but his mother is great -Loves drawing and tends to chew on pens (and most objects really) -Too young Susie Campbell-she/her, demi -Her parents were Russian and she picked up their accent, but taught herself how to cover it up. She is now excellent at voice acting. -Has a birthmark most theatres turned her away for. But luckily voice acting gave her another chance at performance, and the music department really does not care about it. -Her dad was a butcher, so she now knows a concerning amount about how to cut up and dissect meat. -She gets easily attached to things emotionally, and has a whole pile of random bits and bops she keeps on her person because she can't throw them away. -Naive, but smart enough to know how to read and deceive people if needed. Ms Abigail Lambert-she/her, lesbian -A very gifted artist, who is quite frustrated with the business aspect of animation. -Picked up quite a few things about engineering from Lacie. -Stern, but kind. Motherly, if she likes you and you squint hard enough. -Used to fighting for things. -Giving her food is a pretty good way to get her to like you. Being an artist, she forgets to eat at the correct times a lot, so a meals always appreciated. Norman Polk-he/him, gay, albino -Knows how to fix things, knows how to fight, knows how to hide -General cool uncle vibes -He watches people a lot, and gives off some creepy vibes, but he does genuinely care about people -Knows something is up and is determined to find out what (even if he dies trying) -Fought in WW1, then worked at a cinema for a bit. Emma Lamont-she/her, heteroflexible -Keep dancing even when everything goes wrong -Bit of a 'i'm better than these fools' mentality going on -But she's pretty chill, and willing to act when needed -Basically every woman in the studio knows her on the basis that she chills in the girls bathroom. -Hates Joey, but knows those who stir up a bit too much trouble usually 'resign' Sammy Lawrence-he/him, (vocal-romantic) bi/ace, ADD -His dad sucked, so he ran away. He's also the reason he's largely abandoned his faith, but he still holds hope that there is some kind of god out there. -He and Jack are basically brothers, they've known each other for a long time. -He can compose music in his head, but can play basically every instrument. -Tall and thin and sharp with a love of black coffee. -He's actually pretty chill and nice, but the conditions of the studio (workload, noises, dreams) have left him quick to snap and a stressed out mess. -He's pretty oblivious to his own feelings and spends basically all his time thinking about music, so he usually only realises that he has a crush on someone if he hears them singing (hence the vocal-romantic joke) Johnny Hart-he/him (she/her), gay (trans), heart condition -A nervous wreck who avoids everything and everyone -Trans but doesn't realise it, he thinks this level of discomfort has something to do with his heart condition or something like that. -Speaking of which, if he gets genuinely terrified or panicked he could have a heart attack. -Hence why he's a recluse who remains in the organ room and interacts w/ literally no one. -Except Dot and Buddy (who forgets he exists and who he also has a crush on). Wally Franks-he/him, pan -Friends with literally everyone who isn't one of the older folks (and thomas) -Honorary member of the music department because he can play a harmonica and vibes with everyone there. -Tries to put a positive spin on everything, often beyond the point of reason -A mischevous, mildly selfish prankster with a heart of gold -Gossip pals with Susie and Norman The Violinist-she/her, nobody knows -Has literally never expressed an emotion ever -Seems to know things are going to happen before they happen -Just generally pretty weird -She isn't friends with Dot, they're both just vaguely interested in what the others doing -She looks a lot like Allison, but the two have never spoken and nobody knows if they're sisters Thomas Connor-they/them, gynephilia -He is just. So tired. -An actual mechanical genius who gets his work used for the wrong purposes. -Is very of the 'when you're on a path stick to it' mentality -Cold and hard exterior that vertually no one except Allison has ever managed to get through. -He can and will beat you up. Henry Stein-he/him, gay, vitiligo -Nice and hardworking. -Doesn't have many emotions other than to draw. -He's in fucking narnia he's so deep in the closest. -Feels emotions, but buries them deep down and doesn't express them too clearly. -Has difficulty setting healthy boundaries with people and represses himself far too much. Joey Drew-he/him, homoromantic/pansexual, bipolar disorder, alcohol and cigarette addictions -Chaotic, feral, short little man who lies to everyone -Charismatic as hell, but also a terrible friend and person in general -He doesn't blink enough, does not know the meaning of personal space, and hasn't aged for about 4 years, which are all very bad signs. -Doesn't understand how to run a business but does so anyway. Doesn't understand how to interact with people but does so anyway. Doesn't understand how to create life but does so anyway- -He isn't pure evil, he just gets into very bad mindsets and makes poor decisions that lead him down the wrongest way to go. -Does some self evaluation and goes 'maybe this wasn't the right way chief :/' just a bit too late Audrey Dempsey-she/her, lesbian, Borderline Personality Disorder -Feral conspiracy theorist -May or may not be related to multiple studio members -Everyone's called her crazy for years and made her feel like a burden, and she is hellbent on proving everyone wrong -Quite socially awkward, and rather sarcastic with a dark sense of humour -Works for Archgate Allison Pendle-she/her & they/them, androphilic/ace -Is forever lost in a vintage clothing store -Most people say she seems nice, but everyone just kind of subconciously registers that there is something up with her -Knows a lot about the supernatural -The person closest to Joey, which doesn't necessarily mean they're friends -Nobody has ever seen the right side of her face Dot Acciaci-she/her, pan -Her parents are Italian, and she speaks a little herself, usually using it to encrypt her private notes -Mischevious & curious, but ultimately kind -She will find out your secrets, and is very good at reading people -Great storyteller -Struggles with loneliness a lot Dr Eleanor Hackenbush-she/her, aro/ace -Science knows no bounds -Doesn't care what your motivation is, as long as you give her some cash and some experiments -Filled with nothing but utter spite Ms Reina Rodriguez-they/them, demi -Tired of everything -Although she puts up a calm exterior, Rodriguez is very attached to the studio and views it as her 'new family', having a terrible relationship with her old one -Her family drama connects to the fact they're very catholic, but she nobody knows what this drama is other than Joey Tessa Arch-she/her, straight -An absolute bitch -Trusts her husband far too much -Not very smart, but compensates for this for being good looking and rich Shawn Flynn-he/him (intersex), pan -Jovial, but gets angry quickly -Willing to do 'wrong' things if it helps someone else out, kind of like Robin Hood or something -His mother taught him how to sew and he helped her make clothes when he was younger -Found it hard to get a job because he's Irish, so despite being tired of all the bullshit of JDS, he is reluctant to look elsewhere -Friends with Lacie and Grant because they appreciate his humour Lacie Benton-She/her, lesbian, trans -Tougher than the toughies -wlw & mlm solidarity w/ Bertrum, who she views as one of the only genuinely smart people in JDS and who she has worked for for basically all of her life -Feels like something is up, but doesn't notice much if it doesn't connect to her work -Has automatophobia -Friend with Shawn and Grant because she respects their dedication to their work Grant Cohen-He/him, bi, depression, jewish -Absolute madlad at maths -Acts like he doesn't care what you think, cares far too much about what you think -Everyone wants him to just get therapy already -Doesn't have many friends, but has a weird 'we're both horribly overworked' kinship with Sammy, so they usually just chill and smoke together -Friends with Shawn and Lacie because they're actually mentally stable and he needs some rocks Nathan Arch-He/him, straight -You should hate him -You should hate him a lot -Super rich and doesn't pay his workers enough -Silver tongued -Basically a spider. Creates webs of manipulation and lies, sees a lot, and knows plenty about waiting for his prey to come to him.
#magieart#character designs#art ref#bendy and the ink machine#bendy and the dark revival#dreams come to life novel#boris and the dark survival#bertrum piedmont#linda stein#jack fain#daniel 'buddy' lewek#susie campbell#ms abigail lambert#norman polk#emma lamont#sammy lawrence#johnny broken heart#wally franks#the violinist#thomas connor#henry stein#joey drew#audrey dempsey#allison pendle#dot acciaci#dr hackenbush#ms rodriguez#tessa arch#shawn flynn#lacie benton
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Hi :) Could you rank the characters of SATIM, from the one you like the most to the one you like the least and tell us why? I love lists :p
My first list! Yay!
Gosh... it's very hard question. I don't like telling kids that one of them is less liked than the other, lol. I'm not able to choose which of the two very liked characters I like more, but I can certainly group them all collectively into several groups with different levels of liking…
The order in these groups will be rather random…
I don't know what determinant should be to assign them... Because there is a difference between the characters I like and the characters that I consider successful making. I think I'll bet on the former, so don't be surprised what categories the characters I'm really proud of end up in.
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First category: Beloved characters!
Sammy is definitely here, I don't need to explain why? I omit the fact that his character is quite modeled on myself (and it is quite common that the creator secretly loves to adore himself). But seriously. I love almost every Sammy I meet. This love has no rational explanation, it just exists.
Jack will definitely be in this category too - I love this warm dumpling, his character and the way he combines his pacifist, introverted nature with being Sammy's friend.
I will surprise you, but I'll also assign Bertrum to this category. It's so much fun that when I first saw him in gameplay I had such a "wtf, what is it, what kind of bullshit, why they screwed up the game so much by adding some carousel with a human face". Currently, I cry when I have to go through Chapter 4 and fight him :c He's one of my favorite BATIM characters, along with Sammy - and that's why in the SATIM version he’s simply brilliant! You will love him! Unfortunately, he'll not appear until the second series...
Probably no one will be surprised that Jose Klondike will land my beloved characters - I love the guy, although you don't know why yet. But you'll find out. You'll find out quickly, ‘cause the number of strips with him grows and grows, so I'll be putting them here and there. I am proud of this OC - his history, his determination, his character and approach to life. As if I was in the Workshop as an inky being - I would like to be exactly that character...
Bernard - you don't know him, but he is high in my heart. It’s my way of showing that weaker doesn't always mean weak ;)
After much thought, I decided that Bendy also belongs to this category. I have too much weakness for tragic characters - and Bendy is even a model tragic character (as you will see at the beginning of the second series, when there will be a little more of his backstory).
Gosh, how could I forget to put my favorite three descendants of Sammy and Bendy in this category? This trio is delightful together and separately. I'm so crazy about them lately! Sammy Jr, Henry Jr and Bendy Jr are my favourites :)
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Second category: I like these guys very much!
Here will be most of my OC with Cleaner in the lead. It's amazing how the character that arose as an explanation for my laziness/lacks quickly evolved into one of the more liked by me (though still has, and likely will have, relatively little airtime).
Barman must also be here. This guy stole my heart - and it was at the design stage, which is why he got such a unique design (I spent a lot of time on him). I like a stereotypical barman - that's why I just had to throw such a character into SATIM as soon as it turned out that they had a bar there.
All Strikers also land in this category - as the only species of members of the Butcher Gang. Well, how can you not love this cutie? In the SATIM version, most Strikers are sensitive, polite, have a strong sense of justice and, above all, tend to be innocent despite being horrific, murderous abomination. And they are the most sociable of the three.
Movie Club as a whole will also be included in this category, although I don't like all of its members equally. However, as a group character - I like them a lot, my favourite is Sara (probably that's why she got the most time in drawn stripes so far) and Simon (you don't know him yet, that's the one that was dead on the previous strip with this group), also Wallace (first one you met in comic). I like them, although their early appearance upsets my plans for Bendy a bit... but whatever.
Surprisingly - Twisted Alice will also land here. I did not expect that the character I didn't like in game, which I reluctantly drew and who was supposed to be in the comic as little as possible, 'cause I didn't want her in my story - will turn out to be so interesting and quite... cool. I mean, she's a cold, murderous bitch, yes - but I like her backstory, present character and behavior so much (I'm talking about SATIM - in the game she is still an annoying, cold bitch that I hate).
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Third category: I just like these.
Here is Brody. Yes. Just here. He is my first OC and I'm really proud of him. Very, very proud. He’s the most polished, I like him - but at the same time (identifying with Sammy) I don’t approve of some of his behaviors and beliefs. Which does not allow me to like him as much as, for example, Barman.
John Dot will land here as well. I like this guy. For someone who was not meant to have any major role, he has grown to become Sammy's religious advisor and is generally quite a funny character.
Fisher, who is my least liked member of the Butcher Gang in the game, ends up in second place here - thanks to the past of one of them (the whole two-piece strip will be about that). The Fishers in SATIM are the "brains" of the Gang. They are the smartest, most cunning and insidious.
Wally Franks - he is and for a long time he will be one of the most enigmatic characters of this comic, but from these narrow premises and traces of its operation it can be seen that he is at least interesting. There will be more about him in the second series, and he will play a more important role at the turn of the third and fourth series. You'll see.
Tom ends up here instead of in the next category only because of his complicated relationship with Sammy, which I would describe in one word as "frenemies". And I really like the idea of communicating with writing board like Wile E. Coyote.
I have a problem with Elena. When I came up with her, she seemed like a great character to me, with the passage of time (and the creation of other OCs) she began to seem a bit... dull. I think I'll have to think about her a bit and maybe change her - maybe not. She doesn't appear until the last series, so I have a lot of time. But I still like the way she speaks to people and her strange relationship with Sammy (she's sort of like his apprentice, only the object of fanaticism has a different one).
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Fourth category: Not liked, but not disliked.
Sorry, Henry. In my opinion, Henry is a well-written character, his nature fits so much to him, etc. But somehow I don't know how to liked him. In places it irritates me as much as Sammy. What I like the most about him is that he doesn't cause any problems with colouring and strips with more of him mean less work for me.
Boris - you don't know him yet (he has appeared in the background of one frame throughout the comic so far), so I have no way to relate, but let me put it this way... Boris is the perfect Boris, that super-copy Joey dreamed of. He is friendly, obliging, somewhat cowardly, but overall a great buddy. And like any ideal character - he's boring. Just boring. I prefer dramatic characters, with a past, with problems or at least an interesting, aggressive or funny character.
Allison lands here too. I don't like her in the game and maybe that's why in my comic she came out like this... I won't say that she lacks character or claw, but... not intriguing. This may change, but for the moment she is a character whose role is to be a "strong independent woman" and she has no other role. I think many people will like her because of that. Me not very much. I just don't like this type of character.
I almost forgot about poor Piper. This is a character that leaves me cold. In every Gang, he is more of a taunt object or a servant at everyone's beck and call (in Polish we say: "przynieś, podaj pozamiataj" - I think it should be translate as "bring, serve, sweep"). But for consolation I made Pipers the most various (different hairstyles, clothes, length of the wooden prosthesis).
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Fifth category: I hate this one.
Joey. I created a motherfucker that I hate. But I must admit, this motherfucker is well done, you will see...
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I guess I haven't overlooked anyone, and even included a few characters that have yet to appear. However, if I missed someone, please ask :)
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(6 Underground fic. idk what to call it. shameless oc insert.) *Police brutality mention*
Films: 6 Underground 2019
Word Count: 1,752
Pairing: billy!four/oc
Description: You were Arianna's first friend in New York City which is why One helped you fake your death when you get into trouble. It's never stated in the story but that's why.
Without anywhere to go, he gives you a home at the base while he assembles his team. Eventually you meet Four and he makes "dying" worth while.
When One cut all ties to his old life it was because he had a mission. A purpose to fulfill. Same goes for the rest of the team. Each member was handpicked.
Except for you.
You were never part of the plan so you didn't get a number.
Obviously this made introductions a little complicated when One introduced you to Two.
The CIA spook, already dubious about One and his motivations, raised one eyebrow and sized you up quickly.
You smiled awkwardly, sensing that a formal handshake was out of the question. "Just call me Zero," you joked halfheartedly, trying not to fidget under Two's critical gaze.
Just as you broke out in a nervous sweat, Two finally looked away and motioned for One to follow her out of the trailer. It didn't take a genius to figure out what she wanted to discuss privately.
Did One seriously believe it was a good idea to involve a civilian on what was most likely going to turn out to be a suicide mission?
What did a nobody like you really bring to the table, skill-wise?
You didn't have a good answer to either of those questions and honestly neither did One.
Anyway, faking your death had been an experience™ and the adjustment period after had been hard. One hadn't been the most sympathetic. Not outwardly. After all, you were never a part of his grand plan. You were the wrench that got thrown in the plan. You felt kinda bad about that sometimes.
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When One was ready to go recruit Two, he thought it best you stay behind.
"Sure. I'll be fine," you reassured him with a soft smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.
The expression on his face made it very clear that he did not believe you. But he said nothing, already behind schedule.
You woke up the next morning bracing yourself to face the next couple of weeks on your own. Except you weren't alone. A big ass dog sat patiently at your bedside, tongue wagging and panting softly with a note tied to his collar.
Take care of the dog while I'm gone. P.S. Don't let him eat my stuff. -One.
You named the dog Wally.
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Three's arrival was really something.
He was the complete opposite of Two. His easy going nature actually reminded you a lot of One. They were alike in a lot of ways, but maybe that's why they did not get along very well. Honestly, you could only stand the both of them in the same room for so long.
But he was nice. And he talked to you. Your conversations weren't anything particularly deep. One's rules forbid any of you from revealing personal details about your old lives. Mostly you discussed movies and TV shows.
Regardless, you lived for those benign conversations. They provided a brief intermission to the insane turn your life had taken.
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One could tell you were struggling.
Wally the dog was only so much company.
You were adrift with nowhere to go, no one to turn to.
Your old life was gone and the only people left in your life was One, Two, and Three. They all had their own issues and it wasn't like you had any shared life experience with the older adults.
So maybe One had an ulterior motive when he recruited Four.
The first day the Skywalker showed up with his still healing bruises and luminous blue eyes, you laughed until your face turned red.
"Skywalker? We're not seriously going to call him that are we?" you wheezed in One's direction, swiping tears from the corner of your eye.
One opened his mouth, the perfect retort poised on his tongue before you swiftly cut him off.
"Is he a fucking Jedi? Are you are Jedi?"
Your raucous laughter had faded into barely stifled giggles as you looked at Four.
He sighed. "Are you done? I need a drink."
He brushed past you as you were still reeling from the spine tingling deep tenor of his voice paired with that accent. Now your face was flushed for a different reason.
"Hey, be easy on him. He just watched his own funeral, which was somehow more depressing than a normal funeral should be," One told you, making you feel like a dick.
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Five was a godsend. Though, if One ever heard you admit it, you were sure his ego would explode at being compared with a god.
You were just happy to be around the closest thing to a civilian.
“You like him, don’t you? Number Four?” she asked you with a knowing grin.
Almost immediately your face went red. “I don’t know what you mean. Who? Me?”
Wow. Real subtle, you thought, cringing.
Yeah, you weren’t fooling anyone, especially Five. You wondered if any of the other ghosts knew about your crush on Four.
They did. But no one said anything.
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Six figured it out within hours of meeting you and proceeded to tease you relentlessly.
So much for millennial solidarity.
The longer he was around, though, he became like an older brother to you. You couldn’t imagine what life would be like without him.
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With One’s team of ghosts finally assembled, Two insisted on a mandatory training exercise to assess how well everyone worked together. You had no fucking idea why she wanted you to attend this exercise. One had already made it very clear that you were not part of the mission. But you suspected she was actually trying to do you a favor.
The self defense pointers were useful, you supposed. Being paired with Four was… embarrassing and definitely Two’s idea of a joke.
On the other hand, you were finally seeing a different side of Four. A more arrogant, carefree side that made you laugh not to mention pine a hundred times harder than you were before.
Just when you were starting to have fun throwing Four around on a mat, Two steered you towards a makeshift gun range.
It had been a while since you held a gun and considering what happened the last time you did…
Needless to say you were pretty shaky afterwards, teetering on the verge of spiralling into a flashback and Four couldn’t help but notice.
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Later, when you were hunkered down in One’s office mindlessly rewatching Leave It To Beaver episodes Four surprised you by joining you.
He didn’t say anything for a while, content to just sit and watch the little TV as you tried to ignore him.
"So how did you get pulled into all this, really?" he spoke up, finally as the credits started rolling.
You took your time answering. That was the billion dollar question that One had repeatedly forbid any of them from answering. Except, you wanted to tell someone if only to justify being a ghost. If you could get anyone on the team to believe that someone as unremarkable as you wouldn't be here if you had a choice.
You steadfastly avoided looking into his curious green eyes.
"I grew up in a small town. I was fairly popular in school. Got good grades. I was accepted into a good University in a big city..."
Oh boy, you were veering into monologue territory and you could feel the old wounds tearing open.
"There was… this cop. At a protest. He assaulted me and it was... bad. I woke up in the hospital with this guy telling me to keep my mouth shut. He… he threatened me. For weeks. Him and his buddies. Painted me as a criminal even though I didn’t fucking do anything wrong. Finally I just said 'fuck it' and made a whole video about what this asshole did to me. Which turned out to be a mistake. Shocker, I know. He cornered me the next day and he was drunk-"
You bit your lip hard, desperately fighting back tears. Four’s gaze burned where you could feel it on your face. God, what was he thinking right now? You wanted to know. He had been silent so far, listening intently as you told him about the worst moment of your life.
“Fucking pigs,” he muttered under his breath, his lip curling in disgust.
Swallowing the lump of emotion building in your throat, you continued, "I defended myself. And that's how One found me. Over this cop's dead body. I was going to go to jail because who would ever believe I killed a cop in self defense? So, One helped me fake my death and gave me a second chance. To this day, I still have no idea why he was there when I needed him the most. It wasn't even to recruit me. He just helped me because he could. The whole Turgistan thing came later."
At last, you glanced at Four from the corner of your eye to see his reaction.
His brows were knitted together and he had a serious expression on his face you weren’t accustomed to seeing him sport before.
“I’m glad One was there to help you or I might not have ever met you.”
This boy was too good to be true.
“I'd like to get to know you better, if that’s alright.”
You were quietly crying at this point, but you nodded, smiling through the tears. “I’d like that.”
Read Part II here
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A fitting name - Dick Grayson x Reader
Summary : You’re dating Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing, and contrary to popular belief...he ISN’T always that happy-go-lucky people think he is. Actually, you’d even go to the extend to say that he was a moody bitch sometimes.
This story has been sitting in my draft for a while, but every time I did a vote about which one you wanted to see next...it lost by a landslide. This time however, it won by ONE vote haha, so bam here it is, hope you’ll like it :
My masterlist blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives
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It had been going on for a while already. And it all started over such a silly thing...A few months ago, out on a mission, you got badly injured. But you were finally back on your feet and ready to go out there again.
Well, it was without counting on your boyfriend, who suddenly decided to become overprotective of you ! Usually, you wouldn’t have mind. In fact, you would have thought it was pretty darn cute, how he wanted to make sure you were alright. Showed that he cared. A lot.
Only problem was : you weren’t particularly known for your patience, and he was REALLY insisting on you staying behind, ignoring all your comments about being completely fine and healthy.
Things escalated quickly, as you got vexed he didn’t think you were ready. But also got angry that he was basically ordering you to stay home ! How dare he ! Who was he to order you around like that ?! If you wanted to go, then you would go !
So you rose your voice a little bit. Because he was being unreasonable, and too damn controlling. He knew you hated that.
Only that got him to raise his own voice too, and then just like that...You were yelling at each others, not quite sure how the hell it got that far.
Well, “not quite sure”.
You actually knew what happened. You were calm at first, and only started to get angry because he was getting angry. And though you knew his anger could suddenly blow out, and you probably should have had defused things instead of pushing him...Well, you just weren’t about to let anyone walk on your feet, even if it was him ! And even if everything started with the best intentions !
Sure it was cute that he wanted to protect you, but you didn’t need his protection right now, you needed his trust in believing that you were alright and ready to go back on the field !!
In fact, after months of convalescence and feeling like you were useless, his support was essential to you ! He had been so great in reassuring you and nursing you back to health, you were so sure he’d keep going on that way.
But his fear of loosing you, and his worries got the best of him. And here he was, bitching that you “never listened to him” while it wasn’t the truth...Oh but Dick Grayson was often very unfair, when he started to get irrationally angry. And his mouth often ran faster than his brain.
“Oh my God, sometimes, your name fits you perfectly !”
You shouted at him, and he looked at you and oh how fucking dare he roll his eyes at you like that ?! It made you even angrier, as he said :
“What are you on about ?!”
“Your name, it’s a perfect fit.”
“What ? Why ?!”
“Because you’re being such a dick ! And a dumb one at that, who can’t seem to remember his own damn name !”
“Don’t call me dumb, you’re the one being stupid right now !”
“And you’re acting like a child !”
“I’m not ! You’re just so...STUBBORN !”
“I wouldn’t be if you weren’t being a jerk !”
“How am I being a je...I just want you to be safe !”
“I earned my place here as much as anyone else ! Also, I could break you like a twig so pluh-ease !”
“Well I never said you couldn’t ! But you’re still healing !”
“I’m fine ! Do you really think I’d come if I thought I could be a liability to the team somehow ?!”
“I never said you would, stop twisting my words !”
“You implied it when you didn’t fucking drop it !”
“I would have if you weren’t being so damn stubborn and pushed all my buttons on purpose !”
“You pushed your own buttons buddy, getting all worked up like that.”
“Don’t be condescending.”
“Don’t be such a dick !”
“I...You...They...I...GGGRROOOAAAH !!”
Dick yelled, throwing his hands in the air out of frustration. And pacing back and forth in front of you, grumbling a little more and shaking his head in annoyance.
You knew what had just happened, he had just reached his “too mad to find words to answer you” phase. Which meant that any seconds now, he was going to...Yup, and here he goes, leaving the room in a fury, barking a “let’s go” to the rest of the team.
The rest of the team.
The Young Justice.
The future of heroes.
And right now, they were all staring at you, utterly shocked. You were pretty sure they never seemed so confused before, not even when you guys got caught up in some pretty shady multi-dimensional shenanigans.
Still annoyed to no end by your boyfriend’s behavior, you glared at them and asked, a bit harshly :
“What ?!”
They all took a step back (survival instinct), and you realized maybe you should take it down a notch. They didn’t do anything, after all.
There was an awkward silence, and you were about to apologize when Dick came back in and yells :
“ARE YOU GUYS COMING OR NOT ?!”
Before rushing back out with angry steps, groaning some more unintelligible words as he leaves. And you knew your friends must be completely dumbfounded when none of them even retorted anything back, while many of those guys would usually not take someone’s shit like that.
They just walked out of the room towards the plane that’ll take them to their next mission (Dick is already starting it up, well guess he’ll be the captain today...), and kept a bit of distance with you.
Except for Wally and Artemis who fell back behind with you. The archer asked :
“Are you ok ?”
“Yes, why wouldn’t I be ?”
There was still a little bite in your words, but they knew better than to take offense to it. Especially after what they just witnessed. Wally said :
“It’s just...this all kind of came out of nowhere ? He was all nice and all, worried about you and so sweet it made my teeth rot, and then all of a sudden BAM ! He got super angry because you were adamant you wouldn’t stay behind. Like you just walked on a mine or something.”
“Yeah well, he does that. Things trigger him and he explodes. Nothing new really. He’ll calm down just as fast, and will realize how stupid he’s just been and apologize. I probably should say sorry too...I did push his buttons on purpose because he was getting on my nerves...”
There was a small silence as you’re almost to the plane, and both Wally and Artemis slowed down. Out of reflex, you slowed too and gave them a curious look.
“Why are we stoping ?”
You asked with your normal tone, as if nothing just happened. As if you and your boyfriend didn’t just yell at each others for the past ten minutes. As if all this was quite a regular occurrence really, and you were already so over it. As if this small talk with them calmed you down. Artemis was the first one to speak :
“What do you mean “he does that” ? I’ve never EVER seen Dick mad. I mean, I’ve seen him get angry during fights, but we all do that. This back there, that was something else. I always pictured him as that calm smiley guy, who has jokes ready in the most desperate of situations so...”
Ah. So that is it huh ? Evidently, your friends haven’t been around Dick long enough to truly see some of his ridiculous outbursts of anger. Or rather, they weren’t ALWAYS with him like you were..
Well, it made sense really. When you guys were hanging out with the team, it was either to go on missions or to have fun. And to be honest, some other easily angered members definitely stole Dick’s spotlight when it came to it.
Conner, for example, used to always be angry or annoyed, and had difficulties to control himself. Dick felt compelled to behave in those cases, to crack jokes to loosen the atmosphere and such. So of course they never really saw him get mad, and thought he was just that happy-go-lucky guy.
Like Artemis said, he got angry sometimes on missions, but that’s something that indeed happened to all of you. If a plan was going south, if a friend was hurt, if the villain was particularly despicable...So it also made sense they never really took notice of the rage Dick could find himself in.
Which kind of makes you roll your eyes. Really hard. You say :
“Ah, well of course you’d think that of him. But let me tell you guys, sometimes, Nightwing can truly be a moody bitch !”
“Hey ! I heard that !”
Dick yelled, turning around in his seat at the front of the plane. You just stuck your tongue out at him, which ended up annoying him further (as you knew it would), but he was already so far in his anger that he didn’t even bother to answer and instead smashed some buttons and got the plane off and on to the mission.
He knew he was being stupid right now, that he should calm down and that all this was just silly. That you were right, you were ready, and he should just accept that. But he was just so afraid of loosing you, and when you wouldn’t listen and stay back a little longer...He lost it.
He simply lost it. Because he cared too much. That was one of his biggest problem, and a constant source of burst of angers, really.
He turned around to you, but you were resolutely looking elsewhere, nose in the air, purposefully ignoring him. Which riled him up some more. He sped the plane up, and suddenly, he just couldn’t WAIT to get on with this mission !
Kicking some asses would help him relax...
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It always surprised you, when people thought Dick was that always positive guy who never got angry and cracked jokes instead.
That guy who, when he was on the verge of anger, would just smile and say something witty.
That guy that just didn’t know the meaning of the word “furious”, because he always just danced around it by laughing infuriatingly and smiling in the face of whatever could make him mad !
Because oh, oh did they ignore a big part of his personality by thinking that !
Well, that wasn’t quite right. It is true that a lot of time, Dick was able to hold back his anger and be that happy-go-lucky person everyone thought they knew. And he did have a higher stamina against people trying to make him angry. Plus, he was definitely seeing the world in a more positive light.
He had to, because otherwise he would fall into an bottomless pit of depression. Bruce always nursed this overly positive side in his son, because he tried more than anything to lead his boy onto another path than his. Because he didn’t want Dick to end up like him.
So yes. Dick Grayson was a cheerful guy, who always had a good joke and on whom you could count on to turn your frown upside down in tough moments.
But on some topics ? In certain situations ? Oh the man could loose it very fast ! Like with you, when you refused to “stay safe”. When his fear of something happening to you turned into pure anger and he was unable to control himself.
But of course, you guess rare would be the people to actually witness such outbursts, right ? You had to be pretty darn close to him, to see it. To truly understand him.
It’s true that, much like his father figure, his beloved mentor, the Batman himself, Dick often hid behind a mask when in public. Even with with friends. Because it was easier to play a part, sometimes, than to show his true nature and his true self.
It was self-preservation really. Dick Grayson had suffered enough in his life, that of course he would build up some walls around him and protect his heart. He often pushed people away, like that. At school, he used to be a “loner” because it was easier to not make friends, stay alone and not get hurt when he’d ultimately lose them...Again, just like the man he came to call “dad”.
Very few people actually managed to break his shell.
So rare were the people to see this darker side of him. To see him throw tantrums or get irrationally mad over things that shouldn’t matter so much.
But still, sometimes, you were wondering how the hell some people never even suspected that he could get like that.
Like Superman for example, the guy knew him since he was a child, and yet always seemed very shocked whenever Dick acted out, saying stupid things like : “Jason/Damian, get out of Dick’s body !” and such.
Which by the way, annoyed Dick even more.
He hated whenever someone implied that only his two younger brothers had anger issues in the family. Because they ALL had anger issues. Hell, he saw Tim truly mad a few times, and it was absolutely terrifying.
But both Jason and Damian were loud and needed so much attention...Of course they’d gain this reputation of being “the angry Robin”, while really, this title should have fell on Dick Grayson.
After all, he was the only one who decided to leave Bruce mainly because of his anger. Well, Jason “left” too but it wasn’t quite the same was it ? He was suppose to be dead, but got resurrected and then decided not to come back home right away, as he was angry towards his father.
Jason’s infamous anger towards his dad is what got him the “angry Robin” nickname, but he had every rights to be angry. And except for the feud he had with his father, and the shock his death and revival had on him, making him more violent than before...Jason was actually a pretty chill dude.
He had a lot of confidence issues, so no insult ever phased him much as nothing could be worst of what he thought of himself. And in recent years, he even tamed down his killing spree and anger and...Well it was actually rare to see Jason Todd genuinely angry.
He would bicker away with his father and brothers, but it seemed like recently, he had come back to how he used to be : it was very difficult to truly annoy him. To rile him up. To make him angry.
Because the only thing that ever truly angered Jason Todd, was the fact that Bruce didn’t kill the Joker...And he had been able to move past that. Nowadays, to get a reaction out of him if you tried to annoy him, would be quite impossible.
But Dick ? Oh if you knew what triggered him, you could send him in such fury ! He destroyed his room more than once, in his teen years, out of frustration.
When something unjust happened, mainly. Like him getting scolded by Bruce while he was sure he didn’t deserve it, or things like that.
Talking about Bruce...Did no one ever wonder why Dick, in his late teen years, decided to leave his home ? Did no one ever wonder why he dropped the “Robin” mantel to take on the “Nightwing” one ? (Important Author’s note : there’s different origin stories, of course. “Comic books” ya know, things always change. The original reason why Dick left was that he got shot in the shoulder by the fucking Joker (always him) and Bruce was like “you should quit being Robin”, and Dick got angry and was like : “Hell no dude” and left to join the Titans, becoming later on “Nightwing”...this is a extremely SUMMARIZED version of the original story but, basically that. While I’m using the “Batman : The Animated series” version + what kind of became canon later on, where Dick left because he didn’t agree with Bruce’s methods (again, summarized). I’m using this Nightwing “origin story” mainly because 1. I like it better, 2. it fits better with the story I’m writing right now and 3. It gives Bruce and Dick a nice “growing up and learning” arc, ok, we can carry on with the story now. But a big thing to remember is that in almost every single origin stories, what prompted Dick to become Nightwing was the fact that he was angry. Just thought this was an “important” note...or maybe it wasn’t and I’m just once again blabbering about comics).
Did they think Bruce was just letting his son grow up on his own for a bit, and become his own person and all ? Control freak Batman ? Letting go of his precious son on purpose ? Right. Fat chance.
No. No the truth was something else.
And to you, who was one of the person who knew Dick the best, it definitely made sense.
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Your boyfriend grew up alongside Bruce. Alongside Batman.
People often forgot how young Bruce was, when he took Dick as his ward. How inexperienced at being a father figure he was, and how lost he still was over so many things. At the time, they were both learning.
When Bruce took him as his ward, he had not been Batman for very long, and he still saw his crusade as a war. Not figuratively. Bruce saw himself as a soldier. At this point, the Bat outfit was just a gimmick to catch his enemies off-guard and give them something to recognize. And to fear.
Enemies.
Bruce saw criminals as enemy combatants. That's exactly how he treated them, except that he avoided killing as much as possible.
Dick was never really on board with the anger and the darkness. He was trying to help people who needed it.
Bruce was trying to hurt those who deserved it. It was a way to escape his pain, and in the beginning, he definitely enjoyed giving them pain. His own pain, at the time, was still festering inside him, and the only way he knew how to cope was to hurt those he deemed guilty.
While both Bruce and Dick fought the same fight, that difference in approach became too much to tolerate on a regular basis. And as Dick grew up and began to think for himself more and more, things broke.
It is noteworthy to also mention that Bruce was accustomed to acting alone, with no one questioning his actions or his motives. But as Dick got older, he started to question everything. Loudly.
And he was right.
For Bruce, it was too much at the time. He always hated being wrong, so when he was faced with the truth by his own son...It was too much.
Wether Robin quit or was “fired” is still unclear (author’s note : read that as in “it HIGHLY varies depending on who writes the story so I’d rather not take a side as I like both explanation and the fact it has an “obscure area”), the basic facts remain : Bruce delivered an ultimatum. Dick could fall in line or get out.
Dick chose to get out.
There was a lot of anger on both sides.
And it ended with Dick going away for a while. Which was a good thing at the time. For both of them. He came back later knowing what he wanted, with a new name and a new costume, and ready to face Bruce and this time, stay until he changes his mind.
Only a big fight wasn’t necessary. When Dick came back, Bruce had already realized on his own, as he was left alone once more, that he had lost his way.
He decided the “no kill rule” for sure at that time. And instead of punishing Gotham, he started to protect it. This was made obvious by how he taught the “Robin job” to Jason, Tim or Damian.
And this was all because Dick Grayson got mad at him.
Eventually, they mended pieces together and Dick calmed down, after a long time being angry at his mentor (though always respecting and loving him). It’s Jason’s death, and how devastating it was for Bruce that brought Dick back. It’s that confirmation, when Bruce didn’t kill his son’s murderer, and how much it hit him hard that finally calmed Dick’s anger and made him come back home...
And this anger ? The reason why he was angry ? It’s a main source of why still nowadays Dick Grayson gets angry.
He has always cared too much. Now he’d say “you can’t ever care too much”, but in his case, you really can. Because sometimes, he feels so much, he loves so strongly, that he doesn’t think straight.
And damn can he hold a grudge !
Now, in this particular case, Dick’s anger was justified. And it changed a lot of things in the Bat’s life, for the better. But it isn’t because that one time Dick got super angry for a reason (and dragged his anger for years, by the way...you always thought that it was a little too extra, the way he was mad for so long, though you understood...but just that in itself should make people see that Dick had a darker side ?), that he never got angry for the most ridiculous things !
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There was two kind of angers, with Dick. The first one, was the reason he got mad at Bruce. The fact that he cared too much. An easy example :
You met Dick in a peculiar situation.
Well, maybe it wasn’t so peculiar for a city like Gotham.
It happened a normal morning, as you were on your way to school. You were late because you had to get your little brother to primary school first, as your parents were already at work since the sun came up…Nothing unusual really, you were used to have much more responsibilities than a young 13 years old should have. It never really bothered you though, as you knew no other ways.
You were running through the streets, hoping to make it in time and…Yeah, you never made it to school that day.
As you were only a few blocks away from it, you found yourself in the middle of total mayhem. You have no idea what really happened, but you remember little bits of it.
You and a few other civilians getting stuck in between Batman, Robin, and a bunch of villains. You barely remember Batman and Robin able to put everyone on the side safely, but you not paying attention, worried about being late, and walking right towards the commotion.
Then you only remember flashes of things.
You almost getting chomped on by Killer Croc, and holding your arms up reflexively and then all of a sudden you were down on your ass, Killer Croc was passed out in the street, and everyone was staring at you.
Next thing you know Batman grabs you by the arm delicately, gets you back up on your feet and tells you « follow me, and cover your face » and so…you did exactly that.
What else was there to do ? He was the goddamn Batman, of course you were gonna listen !! You climbed in the Batmobile, floating in a weird dazed, not sure if this was real life or a wacky dream.
The windows were blacked out, and you couldn’t see a thing, but after a short drive, the back door opened again on Batman and Robin, and you were in...the Batcave ?
Everything was so crazy. Everything was going so fast. That day was still a blur, and forever will be. Which was kind of sad, considering it was the day you met the love of your life.
Dick was very reassuring, and smiled a lot. It’s all you could really remember of him that day.
Of course you knew him only as “Robin” at the time. You had no idea who they really were, and Bruce didn’t trust you enough yet to tell you.
But he still brought you back to the Batcave, which was a big deal. According to Dick, you were the first person outside of him, Batman and Al...Penny1 (whoever that was) to come down there. Of course, you had absolutely no idea where it was exactly, but it was still pretty cool.
That first day, Bruce didn’t brusque you or anything. He just made sure you were alright, and when he saw you didn’t remember everything, send you back on your way...
You discovered later, when the shock of what happened finally wore down, why Bruce brought you back there. As the Batman himself, and his trusted Robin (who was smiling a lot) came back for you to bring you again to the Batcave.
And that’s when your world was turned upside down, as Bruce revealed to you that you were...a meta-human.
A few quick research on you (you gave your real name to Batman when he asked, not able to think straight), and Bruce discovered that your father adopted you. Your mom was your biological mom, but...WHAT ?!
You didn’t even know your dad wasn’t really your dad. That your mom had you prior to meeting him. Well, you were barely one year old when they got together, and he became the only father you ever knew. But this was quite a shock !
You remember Dick scolding Bruce for telling you the news so abruptly...But Bruce had his reasons. Because out there ? In the streets ? Faced with Killer Croc ? You did something, and it was impressive.
You “repulsed” him with lightnings ! But when Bruce asked you further questions, it was clear that this was the first time it ever happened ! You were so lost, and so shocked...Thanks to Dick bringing back Bruce to the “real world” and telling him that you were just a kid, things got easier.
Bruce apologized, and said he would do further researches to know who your real father was. Only if you wanted to. But hey, you had just basically fried Killer Croc (he owed it only to his thick crocodile skin to not have burned alive really) and this new power was scary, so yes, you definitely wanted to know who your dad was !
Over the next few weeks, you came back often to the Batcave, after school. To train. To try and learn your power. At first, nothing would happen.
Bruce quickly understood that your powers needed to be triggered to work, and threw a harsh assault on you ! It got you knocked on your ass, but also made some sparks ! Quite literally !
But this little event ? It’s what made you discover the first kind of anger Dick Grayson could feel.
The one that happens because he cares too much. The one that happens because he couldn’t bare to let anyone get hurt.
In a matter of seconds Dick was between you and Bruce and yelling at his mentor. See, when he got hurt during training, it was alright. Because he knew what he got himself into, and he wanted to get better. But seeing you, a new friend, getting hurt like that ? It drove him nuts (years later, when Bruce got a little too rough with Jason, Tim or Damian, Dick would enter this same kind of anger, and yell at his mentor for his harsh ways, getting angry because he dared to hurt his little brothers).
You didn’t even have time to get back on your feet and say you were fine, as your lightning protected you, that Dick was already yelling at Bruce to be more careful and blahblahblah !
He went from 0 to 100 so fast ! And evidently, Bruce was already used to it because he stayed calm and endured the scolding, the way Dick grew angrier by the second until he became unable to find words anymore and just groaned and threw things around.
It was...Kind of scary. And very shocking. Up until now, Dick was that guy who smiled a lot, said stupid jokes and was in HUGE contrasts with his mentor. Night and day really. But there, as you witnessed him get utterly angry ?
You understood that there was much more to Dick Grayson than the eyes met.
And along the years, you realized that you were definitely right.
From that day and on, you and him grew closer and closer, up until you fell in love. It was just natural, you got each others the most. You were the only one to see him for who he really was, and vice versa. And sure sometimes it was...”electric” between you two, as you fought and such, but nonetheless your love was pure and intense. And unbreakable.
You grew next to him, and Bruce. You discovered that you were the Northern God Thor’s daughter and...Oh. But that was another story. For another day. Right now, as Artemis and Wally seemed shocked that you revealed that Dick gets angry quite regularly, your thoughts went back to what triggered him and turned him into a jerk sometimes.
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This first kind of anger actually happened rather often. And the main trigger of it would be a friend of his being hurt, while he’s in charge of things...
Dick, because he was Bruce’s first ward, first student, and was raised quite strictly (a bit too strictly at times, Bruce realized later), was often thrown in the “leader” seat.
But he hated it.
He always hated being the one people followed. He much preferred being a “side-kick” if he was perfectly honest. Someone who was there to support the one with responsibilities, to have their back, to make sure things run smoothly...he hated being the one in charge. Which is why nowadays, except if forced to, he was always the one to “follow orders”, the one that listened to Tim (mainly), and oh man he really didn’t want to take the Batman mantel. Too many responsibilities ! He always thought it would fit Jason, Tim and Damian better (plus they actually WANTED to become Batman, while Dick...but maybe that’s the reason why Dick would actually be the best Batman ?).
Whenever he found himself in the leader’s seat, there was a clear shift in Dick’s personality. A shift that yet nobody ever noticed...Except for you (that’s why you guys fell so hard for each others, you were always reading each others’ perfectly).
If he was there to help out, he would be the one to release some pressure by cracking jokes, making everyone feel better by acting as if he doesn’t take anything seriously...but if he was the leader ? He was serious, disciplinarian, and focused.
It hasn’t always been like that, he told you.
He used to be cheerful in the leader role too...but every time someone got badly hurt. Because nobody takes a guy who jokes that often seriously, and sometimes it lead to disaster.
So now, if the life of everyone was weighting on his shoulders, he wouldn’t be “cheerful”. Then again, no one ever really noticed that shift because it was “normal” for them for him to be more serious, but when you knew Dick, the entire reasoning behind this was heartbreaking, really.
Dick got incredibly angry, when he failed as a leader. When he couldn’t keep up.
He punched more than one hole in Wayne Manor’s walls. He trained way too hard out of frustration often. Angry at himself, at his failures.
Once again, this anger came from caring “too much”. From wanting to help, and save everyone, even if realistically, it isn’t possible.
It came from his “positive side”, a bit naive.
And those outburst of anger when something bad happened, when a plan failed or anything of the like ? They were shockingly violent. He would destroy things, and scream at anyone who’d try to comfort him, not able to think straight (Bruce discovered that the best thing to do was to wait for him to calm down, before taking his mind off of it all by some more “fun” training...Like playing basketball, for example).
Once again, running his mouth faster than his brain worked. Not realizing he could be a total jerk. And being totally imprisoned within his own anger.
Bruce and you came to know how to deal with him when he was like that. And to be honest, he mainly got like that only around you and Bruce anyway, as he often just went away to release his anger, knowing how he could get.
Which is why people didn’t know how angry he could get. But oh man when one of this “fit” started, it was difficult to defuse. And sometimes, you didn’t even want to defuse it, because man could he be such a jerk ! He could say such hurtful things too, deflecting his own failures on others...He would always apologize of course, and with age he got better, but he could really be harsh, when stuck in this kind of anger.
He just cared so much, he couldn’t accept failures ! Or not being able to help or something of the like !
Which is what happened today, when he got angry at you for wanting to come on the mission. Fear for your life. Fear that something would happen to you. Which turned into anger when he realized you weren’t going to listen to him and come, and that he was powerless to keep you safe.
Feeling powerless, would usually do the trick. Make him vent, and let out his frustration. When he first arrived at Wayne Manor, little 8 years old him often got angry at Bruce because of this.
Because he felt he couldn’t save his parents, and he was mad that someone like Bruce, who could have, didn’t do anything ! Of course he knew this wasn’t quite what happened...but still, he would get angry and throw tantrums, destroying everything in his room, and yelling at Bruce that he hated him.
Bruce let him. Because he knew the pain he was going through, and because he knew he needed someone to blame. As he grew up, Dick calmed down about this, but would still get incredibly angry when he felt powerless.
Or when something unjust would happen, as stated before...
All of that, was the first type of his anger.
The one you understood, and was more forgiving of.
The one that people caught glimpse of sometimes, on the battlefield and whatnot, but never took as “Dick Grayson often gets angry and isn’t always that happy-go-lucky guy we think he is”.
That first type of anger, wasn’t quite irrational. It could get a bit ridiculous, because Dick had no limits in his anger, and would enter huge rage...But it was born from something you could understand.
Feeling powerless. Seeing people he loves get hurt. Not being able to protect them. Failing. Being frustrated by injustices. Wanting to protect.
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Now the second type of anger he would go through though ? That was the one that actually drove you crazy at times. The one that made you want to slap him and that made you incredible petty in return.
The problem with Dick Grayson was that no matter what he says, he is a pretty cocky person. A lot like Bruce really. Pretentious at times, sure of himself.
And of course he has big moments of doubts, but he also knows his worth. He knows he’s good. He knows he’s smart. He knows he’s not just a regular guy. So when someone hurts his pride ? He can get a bit...moody.
He’s a terribly sore looser. He will often say “pff, it’s just a game !” if he loses at something, while actually fuming inside. And if you tease him about it a bit ? Oh he’ll be vexed and refuse to speak to whoever annoyed him for a while.
He could get incredibly petty, pedantic, annoying, during those little fits of anger. In fact, tne thing you always hated about Dick, was how much he could hold the grudge too, during those moments.
Oh god it was unsufurable ! During arguments, usually if he was loosing, he’d get events back out that happened YEARS PRIOR and throw them back in your face out of anger.
Like : “oh remember that time you accidentally zapped me with your lightnings and my entire leg was burned ?”, which would get you angry because he was trying to guilt-trip you, and then you’d get petty and a bit mean in return and...It was very childish.
And it was a side very few people ever saw, because it only happened with people he truly loved and utterly trusted. With people who actually knew how to hit his pride.
His friends at the Young Justice hit the nails on the head a few times, but he didn’t get as angry with them as he would get back home, mainly because there was always someone to defuse things (namely : a certain Kaldur who was the team’s mediator really).
But when faced with you, his siblings or Bruce ? You guys sometimes were annoyed by his little fit of anger, by how easily he would get offended/vexed by certain things, and would tease him on purpose, just to rile him up.
Now he wouldn’t get as mad as when he’s in his “first kind” of anger...but he would get so moody and bitchy !
Goodbye happy-go-lucky Dick Grayson, hello edgy-emo-complains-too-much Dick Grayson ! “You guys never listen to me” and other “sweet” things would be said a lot.
He would refuse to play a game again, he would go pout in a corner, he would get very passive-agressive...Oh Bruce remembers the time Dick got mad at him for saying he should work more as he got a bad grade on one of his maths test, and Dick proceeded to leave post-it notes all around the house about how he couldn’t study more because he had to “save this person that night”, or “help Alfred clean the kitchen” etc etc...very petty.
His second kind of anger slowly died down, as he grew up. It rarely happened nowadays, and when it did, it was usually because one of his sibling (*cough* mainly Jason *cough*) annoyed him on purpose.
When you met him, you two were about 13/14 years old, and he would often get vexed like that. But as he grew older, he realized how ridiculous it could be, and evolved. Or rather, he hid his frustration better (but everyone knew that whenever he lost at a game, he would get angry inside haha).
There was less things to say about this second kind of anger, but you were pretty sure it would be the one that would shock your friends the most. Because everyone always assumed he could take any jokes (wrong), and didn’t take anything very seriously (double wrong).
So seeing him get all worked up over someone insulting him, or someone being better than him at something and boasting about it, etc etc etc...it would surely be a huge surprise.
This side of him is what initially attracted you to him though. The realization that he wasn’t perfect. Because for real, if he was funny and witty, handsome and always knew what to say ? That wouldn’t be fair. Too perfect.
So the fact that he would get frustrated over the smallest things like that, it reassured you. Plus it could actually be super endearing to see him get flustered and puff his cheek in anger !
Oh you still remember when Jason said (knowing exactly what his brother’s reaction would be) that the Harry Potter movies were better than the books...Dick went on a rant that lasted hours about how wrong this was !
It was cute. Dick certainly never lacked...passion (in every area).
Yes. This second kind of anger would probably shock people the most, and though it was annoying, it was also something that only you and his very close friends and family members were privy of, which made it incredibly precious.
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The way he got angry at you today, was a mix of both his angers. It started with the first type, as he was afraid for you and such, but ended with the second kind as he realized you were pushing his buttons on purpose, as you increasingly grew frustrated with him.
Which meant he never quite reached the full level of the first type, and didn’t destroy anything (thanks god, your friends were already shocked enough that he yelled, so imagine him going on a rampage in Mount Justice !). But still ended up with him getting too angry, and you too.
And now, as usual after one of his fit, he felt like a total jerk. Like an idiot too. He knew you were strong, that you were ready, and that he shouldn’t have acted as if you were useless (you hated that, pet peeve of yours).
He knew he should’ve shown support, instead of yelling. But this gut wrenching fear he felt at the mere thought of loosing you...it drove him over the edge once more. He was now mad at not being able to control himself.
And as he got the plane down at the mission’s area, he felt like utter shit...
Once again though, you knew him better than anyone else, and as your teammates left the plane, you stayed behind, knowing he wanted to talk to you.
“I’m...I’m sorry. I can be such a jerk sometimes.”
He says, bashful and ashamed. And he doesn’t have to say anything else, to say why he’s sorry...You understand. You smile at him, and it makes him melt. You take his hand, give it a squeeze, and say :
“I’m sorry too. I can be a petty bitch sometimes...”
He gives you a gentle peck on your lips, you smile at each other and everything is forgotten. The anger flies away, as nothing but love fills your hearts. Love and adoration. And knowing the fact that you and Dick ? It’s the real deal. And if he got that angry at you, it’s actually just because he cares so much about you.
The crisis is averted.
To be honest, you fight from times to times (like every healthy couple really), but it never last for very long. And sure he can hold the grudge sometimes, but it only happens when he’s angry.
It never last long, and he always comes around (even if sometimes it can take him a while, like when he left Bruce to go off with the Titans...Then again, this was a big issues, so his anger was proportional to it really).
This all thing of him being cheerful and happy all the time, making jokes and being witty...It’s a true thing. A good 70% of his personality is that.
But the 30% that remains ? It’s his “darker side”, as Cassandra would call it (she spend WAY TOO MUCH times watching the Star Wars movie, according to Bruce).
The way he can get irrationally angry, and so fast. Going from 0 to a 100 in a second.
The way he can turn into a total jerk, and say things that are truly hurtful.
The way he’s borderline arrogant, and doesn’t like to be wrong.
To put it simply, the way Dick Grayson is, and always will be “The Angry Robin”.
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Well I hope you liked it and that it wasn’t disappointing.I hope I was able to...somehow capture Dickiebird’s “darker” side and all...it’s very difficult, that guy is actually super complicated and...yeah I wasn’t sure how to quite tackle this all thing. I tried. As usual feedbacks = very VERY welcomed, but more importantly in this new “Tumblr Era” : REBLOGS became vital. People don’t reblog the stuffs they like anymore and it’s slowly what kills this site. So if you enjoyed this story, reblogging it and sharing it is one of the best way to show your appreciation :). Like, for real, it’s important. Thanks very much in advance ^^ !
PS : Just in case you’re thinking “but you never reblog other people’s stuffs”, I have a sideblog with over 2000 followers where I just reblog everything I love, from fanfictions to the worst of shitposts haha. So I do reblog too, just not on my main that I keep fanfic and fanfic related things only.
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The Day It Happened
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It’s early afternoon when they get the call. Irey knows from the way Damian tenses that it’s time for Impulse and Robin. A studio apartment required a bit of special maneuvering when it came to hiding their uniforms, but they’re nothing if not resourceful. Her uniform’s familiar feel makes suiting up easier, even if the middle is a bit tighter than normal. She can’t help but steal a look at her boyfriend as he pulls on his tunic. The scars crisscrossing along his spine always send a painful ache into her heart. But now’s not the time for that.
She ties one of her boots, going to that special part of her brain before a mission. They’ve done this hundreds of times before. But Damian’s never knelt in front of her, tying her other boot for her. His incredible memory allows him to tie her laces the exact way she does. She frowns at the tight lines around his mouth. He’s too young to have such deep lines.
Her ungloved hands are so, so soft as she cups his cheeks, making him look at her. His stubble scratches her, which makes her smile a bit. “You need to shave after the fight.”
“You didn’t complain about it last night.” Damian’s tease eases her worry a bit.
“Well, Mr. Wayne, I was preoccupied with more important things.” She presses a loving kiss to his mouth. The familiar taste of tea and honey calms her more than anything else ever could. Damian pulls away from her first.
“I love you, nuri.”
“I love you too, Dames.”
“If we make it through this—”
“When.” She corrects.
“When we make it through this, I want to talk to about our future. About moving forward…together.”
Irey won’t deny the flutter of hope that her heart gives. She kisses him again, “I’d like that. Now, let’s go save the world.”
--
Once the battle’s in full swing, there’s no way to tell who’s winning. Nightstar and Green Lantern fly through the air, providing support to their friends on the ground. Nightstar’s bright purple starbolts vaporize the monsters easily. Green Lantern uses her ring to keep them in a contained area. Little Red Hood’s perched on a building, firing arrow after trick arrow into the insanity, letting her team know where the worse parts are. Superboy slams his fist into a monster’s leathery chest while a mutated Abuse chucks another through a wall. Velocity’s a blur, running through the crowd and disabling them however he can. Impulse and Robin have separated from the group, trying to find Heretic. Robin pulls her back as a monster crashes into the wall beside them. He takes it out with one swift strike of his katana.
“Fifty meters forward then hang a left.” Robin tells her. She nods, already moving forward. He catches her arm and pulls her to his chest. Impulse’s quick to return his burning kiss. Call it adrenaline or fear, but she just knows something’s going wrong. Her boyfriend pulls back, eyes hidden behind that domino mask, “I love you, Irey.”
“I love you, too, Damian.” She kisses him again before they move forward. Impulse goes ahead of him to scout. He’s just entering the room as she hits the wall across the room. She crumples to the ground.
“IMPULSE!” He checks her. She’s breathing and her pulse strong.
“Thought she could stop me. Tell me, brother, what do you see in the little whore?” Robin grits his teeth at the clone’s insult. After making sure she’s ok, he straightens up.
“It’s more of what she brings out in me.” He charges Heretic. They exchange quick blows. The Teen Wonder matches the speed of the strikes, but barely the fercocity of them.
“Tell me. What does it feel like to lose so much potential for such a pathetic reason?”
“Fuck you!” Robin snarls. Something goes wrong. As he brings his katana down, Heretic’s sword drives through his chest. Breath catches in his throat as he blinks. Shit. Shit. Shit.
���Pathetic.” The clone tosses Robin to the side. Doesn’t even bother to see where he lands, Heretic presses a button on his uniform. “Fall back. Our work here is done.”
The heroes outside have no idea why the creatures pull back. Only that they do. They regroup on the ground, covered in blood, guts, sweat, and grime.
“Everyone ok?” Little Red Hood asks, holding her wrist.
“As good as we can be.” Nightstar grunts, holding her bloody side. Nasty throw into a wall, but it shouldn’t scare. “Where’s Impulse and Robin?”
“I saw them go in there early.” Abuse points to the building. “I think Rob said something about Heretic?”
Velcoty presses on his earpiece, “Impulse? This is Velocity and the team. What’s your 20?”
Silence.
“Impulse? Do you copy?” Still no response from his sister. “Impulse? Sissy?”
“Something’s wrong.” Milagro’s words send fresh fear into their hearts.
The team gets to the top of the building as soon as they can. Maybe their leaders will be fine. Heretic got scared and ran off. That has to be what happened, right?
Right?
“IREY!” Jai runs to his sister’s unconscious form. Long red hair falls from her ponytail, painful bruises forming along her jaw. Mar’i kneels down and fells for Irey’s pulse. “Mar’i, tell me—”
“She’s alive. Strong pulse and her breathing seems ok. Where’s Damian?”
Jai stays with his sister as the group moves a bit farther into the building. They barely go fifty feet when Mar’i screams. Damian’s body stares at them. Jade green eyes glossed over, tanned skin unnaturally pale. They don’t bother to check for a pulse. The gaping hole in his chest answers that question for them. Jon’s barely able to catch Mar’i as she collapses, still screaming, barely able to see through his blurry eyes. Colin falls to his knees, staring at his friend with tears streaming down his face. Milagro doubles over, vomiting.
“Omega?” Oracle’s voice in their ear coms doesn’t soothe them like they normally do. “Omega, do you copy?”
“Little Red Hood here, Oracle.” Lian answers.
“Is everyone ok? Some of your trackers are off-line.”
Lian looks at the body before her. Her voice cracks, “No. No we’re not. We need a medic for Impulse…and a body bag.”
“Little Red, Who’s down?” The 19-year-old struggles to find her voice. “Lian?”
“Robin. We need the bag for Robin.”
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None of the young heroes can find it in themselves to leave. The League’s there in less than 20 minutes. It’s a painful sight. Nightstar cries into Nightwing’s chest as Robin’s carried away. Abuse and Superboy watch their best friend leave, silent tears cutting paths through the dirt on their faces. Green Lantern and Little Red Hood barely keep themselves together as they fill in their superiors. Velocity and Flash go with Impulse to the hospital.
Linda Park-West meets her son and husband at the hospital. The doctors, having worked with the hero community before, get Irey to a private room before removing her uniform. The bruises from earlier are already fading from her body as they work.
“When do you think she’ll wake up?” Linda asks her husband, holding her daughter’s hand,
“I’m not sure, babe. I’m not sure.” Wally looks at his son, who’s refused to leave Irey’s side. “Buddy. You need to go get checked out.”
“I’m fine, Dad.” Jai’s body is tight as he stares at his sister.
“Jai—”
“Mom, please.” Jai’s voice breaks. Wally puts a hand on his son’s shoulder but doesn’t say anything. Linda reaches over, caressing Jai’s cheek. They know him well enough to leave it alone.
“Love you, sweet boy.”
“Love you too, Mom.” The family doesn’t talk for a while, letting the steady beeping of Irey’s heart monitor fill the room. Irey’s breathing doesn’t change. Jai and Wally wonder how she’s going to feel when she wakes up.
“Dr. and Mrs. West?” A young woman comes into the room. “I’m Dr. Sarah White. I’ll be your daughter’s physician.”
“Nice to meet you. This our son, Jai.” His parents shake hands with the doctor. Jai nods at the doctors, still not moving his body. “Is Irey ok?”
“So far, all the tests are showing that she’s ok. We’re going to monitor her over night to make sure she and the baby—”
“The what?” Linda interrupts.
“The baby. Didn’t you know she’s pregnant?” “No. She didn’t mention it to us.” Wally looks at Jai.
“Dad, do you think Irey would have gone into the field if she knew?” Jai looks down. Irey had been eating a bit more, but that didn’t mean anything. They’ve always eaten what they want, when they want, and as much as they want. Overactive metabolism for the win. There weren’t any other signs. This can’t be happening.
“Is there anyway to tell how far along she is? I mean. She’s a speedster, is there a chance—”
“We can do a full work up on her. Nothing invasive or unnecessary.”
After discussing all possible options, his parents make him go back to the tower after Dr. White’s visit. He doesn’t want to leave his sister, but it’s not up for discussion based on his mother’s tone.
The tower’s silent when he gets back. Not surprising. Mar’i’s probably with her family at the Manor. Jon’s open door shows empty drawers and an unmade bed. Angry music blasts from Colin’s room. He finds a note with Milagro’s neat handwriting on it, telling them she’s going to Oa for a few days. He locks the doors before heading to Star City. Lian’s at home, thankfully, sitting on their bed, face buried in her hands.
“Hey, baby.” Jai sits next to her and stares at the wall in front of him. Lian lifts her head, staring at the wall with him. They don’t talk for a few minutes, neither really sure what to say.
“The whole team’s out of the field until further notice.” Lian says dryly.
“Sounds about right. I’m guessing we all have to meet with Dinah before we’re cleared?” He asks.
“Yep. How’s Irey?”
“Still unconscious…She’s pregnant.”
“W-What?” Lian looks at him. He nods, tears finally filling his eyes.
“Yeah. She’s pregnant. And Damian’s dead.” That breaks them. They hold each other as they cry. Even though the tears will do nothing to stop the pain.
#irey park west#damian wayne#damian's death#tw blood#tw descriptions of death#impulse#robin#superstar#superboy#jonathan samuel kent#jon kent#mar’i grayson#nightstar#milagro reyes#green lantern#colin wilkes#colin x milagro#speeddemon#speeding arrow#jai park west#jai west#lian harper#lian nguyen harper#little red hood
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What Have They Lost? 4/?
My Writing Fandom: Arrow, The Flash Characters: Laurel Lance, Oliver Queen, Thea Queen, Barbara Gordon, Barry Allen, Wally West, Bruce Wayne, Tommy Merlyn Pairings: Barry Allen/Iris West, Laurel Lance/Oliver Queen, Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel Summary: “I can definitely tell you that there’s a way we’re going to bring [Laurel] back and she’s going to be alive and well. And Flashpoint might have a little bit to do with that.“ -Wendy Mericle AKA: The AU where that wasn’t a blatant lie, and Flashpoint has bigger repercussions for Barry’s friends and allies than he first realized. *Can be read on my AO3, link is in my bio*
After the weird encounter with a man named Barry and seeing Dinah from Birds of Prey in one night, Mia’s life had gone back to depressingly normal. How was that fair?
She’d thought about sharing the discovery she’d made about Larry online, but then who would really believe her? And pop stars had to have lawyers and stuff looking out for their image. She really couldn’t afford getting sued.
A part of her still didn’t believe it anyway. How could someone so cool like Dinah have such a schlub for a father? But then again, nobody knew her past.
Mia has always kind of assumed — or maybe hoped — that her idol was a kid from the system, like her. No parents, no roots, free to do as they pleased for good or ill. More ill in her case, as it had turned out so far.
It was another long night of pouring shots and drying glasses. The nights all seemed to blur together after a while, unless something extraordinary happened.
And then something did. “I’m gonna take my fifteen,” she called out, not really waiting for a response. Mia tossed her apron aside and walked to the door, only vaguely noticing the guy who stood from one of the two-seater booths to do so as well.
She did notice when he followed her around the corner. “Hey, buddy, this is kind of the unofficial employee-only section, so if you could—” The rest of her words died in her throat once she’d turned towards him.
Because it was Oliver Queen.
“Yeah, sorry,” he was saying, his eyes jumping all over her appearance. “I just wanted to ask you when your shift ends.”
Mia raised both eyebrows. She’d heard he was some kind of player back in the day, but seriously? “Don’t you think I’m a little young for you?”
His jaw dropped. “No! No, that’s not what I — I promise, this is not a come-on. I just...we need to talk, about something important.”
This was so weird. That Barry guy had asked her what she knew about Oliver Queen, and less than a week out he turned up looking for her?
“I’m here for another four,” she said, breaking every rule of how to interact with male customers, but this one was famous so it wasn’t like he could get away with too much.
“Okay,” he said. There was a spark in his eye, like the prospect of getting to talk to her more was something to be happy about. He was about the only one who’d ever thought so.
“Yeah, so can you let me have the last of my break?”
“Right. Yeah, I can do that.” He retreated back inside.
Mia shook her head. What was even going on anymore?
Four hours later, he was still at his booth. She sighed, throwing herself down into the empty seat across from him.
“Okay, what’s this about?”
“Did you want to talk here? We could go somewhere else.”
“I’m not going somewhere with you. Stranger danger and all that.”
“Right,” he said with a wince. “That’s good. That’s smart.” He scrubbed at his goatee. “So that’s probably where we should start. Uh, recently I learned that you and I — we’re not exactly strangers.”
“Aren’t we?”
“Well, in a way. The thing is...I’m your half-brother,” he told her.
Now it was her turn for her jaw to drop.
“On my mother’s side,” he added, like he thought that was helpful.
Thea placed her head in her hands. “Okay, really, what’s the joke? Is it the last names thing? Cause that guy was in earlier—”
“What guy? Barry?”
“Wait, you know him?”
“He’s my friend. He’s the one who told me.”
Mia sat back. “What do you mean? Why would he know?”
“That’s kind of complicated. But we can talk about that, too. I...gosh, there’s so much to talk about.” He said gosh. Who even said gosh anymore?
Her shock was starting to give way, however, and Mia found herself narrowing her eyes. “Why?”
“What?”
“Why do we have anything to talk about? For over twenty years, you couldn’t be bothered to even notice my existence. Now because some guy says we’re related, you’re suddenly interested?”
He was stunned speechless for a few moments. “Mia, I- I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“Right, because our mom — your mom — didn’t tell you. Because she didn’t want me.”
“I’m not sure why she sent you to the orphanage. But she kept an eye on you, made payments—”
“Oh, because that makes everything better?” Mia said with a nasty laugh. A couple people glanced over their way, but she paid them little mind. “Trust a Queen to think that money solves all problems!”
“That’s not what I meant. I’m still trying to figure everything out, I just wanted—”
“Screw what you want, alright? I’ve survived my whole life without a family. I don’t need you swooping in to force me to be yours.” Mia stood and stormed out of the bar.
“Mia!” He called after her, but she didn’t stop and he didn’t follow.
What did he expect? That she’d move in with him and his bastard kid, they could forget everything that had come before and sing kumbaya? If what he said was true, she’d had parents, and they’d willingly given her away. Not out of some kind of necessity, not because they couldn’t afford it, but because they hadn’t wanted her. She’d long ago given up wondering what her family might have been like, but the reality was worse than anything she’d ever imagined.
Mia stopped and let herself lean against a wall, willing her eyes to just stop stinging already. She’d promised to stop feeling sorry for herself.
“Well, that wasn’t very nice of him.”
Mia stiffened at the unfamiliar voice and looked up. Standing across from her was a man with dark hair and a beard. He looked about the same age as Oliver Queen and even richer in his expensive suit. Mia sighed. She so did not want to deal with this.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help noticing what was going on back there. It was Mia, right?”
“What do you want?” She huffed. “You about to tell me you’re my secret brother, too?”
He smiled, but there was something off about it. It didn’t reach his eyes.
“Funny you should mention that.”
---
Dinah looked at the street down below and gulped. “Why’d I let you guys talk me into this?”
“Hey, you’ll be fine. Think of it like stage-diving.” She was used to earpieces on stage, but it usually wasn’t Babs’ voice in her ear. It hadn’t surprised her in the least Ted had a working pair of comm links, though.
“I am not jumping from this high. Not without a wire, at least. Just...getting a feel for things. Lay of the land.” It sounded unconvincing to her own ears. Dinah scowled at herself and reached to tug on the material resting around her eyes.
“Stop picking at the mask.”
“What makes you think I’m doing that?”
“Because I can see you through the security cam mounted on the high rise across from you.”
Dinah made a face in the high rise’s direction.
“Cute.”
“I try. Look, Babs—”
“No names on the comm. We use code.”
She rolled her eyes. “Alright, Bat-ling.”
“Please don’t call me that.”
“Well, what do you want to be called? Lady Bat? Batgirl?”
“I’m kind of thinking of making up my own thing. You know, since this is just us.”
Dinah felt herself smile. “Alright. Just let me know once you have something.”
“Sure thing. You start thinking about one, too.”
“Yeah,” Dinah sighed. It wasn’t like she wasn’t used to rebranding. From Laurel to Dinah, after all.
She’d been hearing the name she’d gone by in childhood a lot, recently. Visits to her dad tended to do that, but she could’ve sworn that one camera guy from the Central City publication had nearly called her it the other week. Maybe she’d imagined it, or maybe it had just been a herald of the strange turn her life was about to take.
Her eyes caught shapes moving down on the street below, and she quickly went to the fire escape and slid down the railing partway.
A few young men were giving chase to another of their group, yelling epithets as they went.
“You’re a dead man!”
“You think you can walk away? You think it’s that easy, huh?”
“Maybe not a damsel in distress situation, but one less murder’s always a good thing,” Dinah muttered to herself. She continued down to the ground level, doing her best to blend in with the shadows as she tracked the men to an alley.
“There’s nowhere to run!”
“Come on, guys, I don’t want a part of this anymore! I gave you my cut!”
“We said at the start, all in. That was the deal. And you gave us barely half!”
“I had bills, man! I can get you the rest later!”
Dinah cleared her throat. She’d heard plenty to get the gist. “Boys?”
The ones cornering their former friend turned, looking her up and down in clear confusion. Aside from the mask, she supposed she didn’t look much like a vigilante; Ted was working on getting something a little more durable made for her, but for now Dinah was in her jacket, a navy tank top and a set of her workout leggings. She was working on a limited wardrobe here since she didn’t exactly want anyone recognizing her outfit. Instagram was terrible for going unnoticed.
These guys were probably also expecting a big man in green, she reflected on a moment later.
“Who the hell are you?”
Damn, she hadn’t expected to need a name already. Was she supposed to tell people her codename? How did that even work?
“A concerned citizen?”
They scoffed at her. Dinah hadn’t had anyone scoff to her face in a long time, outside of the band anyway. It was kind of refreshing.
“We’re just settling a score here, lady. Nothing to get ‘concerned’ about.”
“Settling it physically?”
“What exactly is your plan here?” Babs asked in her ear. Dinah ignored her, mostly since she didn’t feel like looking crazy talking to the air.
One of the men looked about fed up. “Yeah, physically.”
“Okay, just wanted to confirm.” They’d admitted to trying to commit a crime, right? That gave her due cause or something. She stepped forward and grabbed the arm of the man closest to her, whirling him around and throwing him towards a dumpster behind her.
“What the fuck?”
“Get her!”
She ducked a fist that came careening at her and tripped the guy it was attached to. With her planted foot, she pivoted to send a kick to his rear end.
A third man grabbed her elbow, and Dinah pushed instead of pulled, jabbing him in the chest and sending him sprawling into his back.
They weren’t exactly hardened thugs, it turned out. Dinah glanced around at the three of them groaning on the ground. Her blood was pumping and she was fully in the zone, but here they were just...lying there. “Figures. No stamina,” she grumbled under her breath.
Dinah started to leave when the young man she’d been defending called out, “Um, thank you.”
“Some free advice? Turn yourself over to the cops. They can get you protection I’m not able to provide 24/7.” Dinah turned, marching over the fallen man in her path. “What did you think?”
“Couldn’t see much,” Barbara told her. “But not bad. Want to take on something a bit more challenging?”
“Why not? Night’s still young.” And she doubted this was the only crime or almost-crime happening in the whole city. Though that caused a thought. “So where do you think Green Arrow is?”
“Who knows? Why, you want to meet him?”
“I dunno. We’re in the same neighborhood and all, he might get nervous I’m on his turf.”
“And you’re worried about that?”
Dinah smirked. “Worried? No, that’s the fun part.”
Barbara’s laughter filled her ear, and Dinah picked up her step.
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Bruce was a very busy man. Even if he didn’t have a secret night job, he would likely be considered a busy man. A ridiculous notion; CEOs tended to delegate more than anything. Nevertheless, running Wayne Enterprises was only one in a very long list of tasks he had to complete each day to ensure his city stayed afloat.
Which was why he didn’t appreciate when others came asking for his help in their own cities unannounced. Particularly when said others bypassed all his security measures.
Alfred tsked whenever he wore the cowl in the cave, but it was necessary for times such as these when two speedsters zipped right into being.
“Woah,” the older of the two said, looking around the cavernous space.
Bruce hit a button on the console which locked the door to the upstairs from the inside to ensure Alfred didn’t accidentally arrive in the middle of whatever this was.
The younger one nudged his mentor, who gave a start. “Oh, right! Uh, Batman.”
“Yes?”
“We wanted to ask if you could run a background check for a case we’re working?” Allen probably didn’t realize how much his easy parlance with law enforcement terminology gave away about his identity, but Bruce wasn’t going to point it out to him.
Especially when he could tell the man was hiding something. “What’s this really about?”
“What do you mean?” Flash asked, as if a desperate attempt at casual was going to smooth everything over.
“You’re acting like you’ve never seen this place or me before.”
“That’s...because I haven’t.”
Bruce worked to keep any surprise off his face. If Flash was out of step with the rest of their reality, there was only one logical explanation. “Time travel.”
The speedster gaped. “How did you—”
His sidekick, West under the mask, raised both hands. “Don’t look at me. We’ve never told him about the time travel.”
Bruce rolled his eyes. “You both are capable of reaching speeds that break the sound barrier and beyond. It’s a logical assumption that should you achieve a velocity higher than the speed of light, it would allow you to transcend the normal barriers of linear time as well.” Not that he liked it, but that was a discussion for another day.
“Okay. Well, yes, there was time travel involved. It’s better for the universe if I don’t say much more.”
“Then why did you come here?”
Flash blinked. It seemed he was once again unused to Bruce’s gruffness. “Well, Kid Flash said you call yourself a detective?”
Bruce frowned. “Others do.”
“I need your help finding out information about a woman. She’s a meta, potentially dangerous or potentially not. I need to know more about her.”
“What do you already have? A name?”
“Dinah Laurel Lance, born um...1985!” Said Flash, as though he’d just recalled it.
Bruce turned to his computer and started to type. He could sense the speedsters shifting restlessly on their feet behind him as he did so but pushed that minor irritation to the back of his mind.
“Dinah Laurel Lance, as you say, born in 1985. Her father gained sole custody of her when she was about seven years old but lost it in another year due to his alcoholism making him an unfit parent. She was sent into the foster care system. No record of adoption.”
“Oh man,” West murmured. Sympathy, likely from his own history with a parent embroiled in addiction.
“Any, uh, criminal record?” Allen asked, his nerves plain even behind the mask.
Bruce narrowed his eyes but scanned through the documents.
“Some records indicate a tendency to get into fights, but nothing beyond juvenile censure. What was she doing when you came across her?”
“That’s the thing, I really don’t know. She might have been helping a woman, but then she might have been trying to hurt some guys just for the heck of it. It’s...she’s complicated. But she was definitely born here?”
“She was born in Starling City.”
Allen shook his head. “Right, never mind.”
Bruce grit his teeth. He wasn’t being told something still.
“Thanks for the help.” The speedsters were both gone in an eye blink, leaving him alone once more.
Bruce frowned as he looked over the information. He could see why Flash had needed help; her records for the most part seemed to stop several years ago. But then, if he was right…
Dinah, the singer. They were the same woman. And Barbara Gordon was involved with this woman, a member of her band after leaving Gotham. A metahuman with powers he still didn’t know what were capable of doing.
If this Dinah was dangerous like Flash was fearing, and Barbara thought this was her in to the sort of life he’d tried to shield her from for Jim’s sake…
He was going to have to keep his eyes on this one.
#lauriver#laurel x oliver#laurel lance#oliver queen#arrow#the flash#dcu#thea queen#bruce wayne#green arrow#black canary#barbara gordon#my writing
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Daredevil Countdown: 3 Days
D.A. Foggy Nelson
As depressing as Matt and Foggy’s break-up was in Season 2, it has set up some really neat stories for Foggy. In the comics, as in the MCU, it is important for him to step out of Matt’s shadow, because this allows him the freedom to build his career and self-confidence. One plot point I’ve been dying for since last season-- which, it seems, is actually happening-- is Foggy running for District Attorney! This is a really interesting plotline as far as Foggy’s character arc is concerned, and as a bonus, it’s a reference to a period of Daredevil comics that doesn’t generally get much attention.
Matt and Foggy have been friends for a long time, and as with most long-term relationships, their dynamic has evolved over the years. When discussing their law partnership, 616 Foggy once referred to Matt as the inspiration and himself as the perspiration. And this seems like a pretty accurate assessment. While Matt is a naturally brilliant lawyer, a charismatic speaker, and is also neglectful of his day job thanks to his superheroing, Foggy works hard to build up his reputation. He’s not a great public speaker. He lacks Matt’s flair. But he is devoted to his career and is, in a quieter way, a brilliant lawyer in his own right.
But when he is first introduced in the comics, he exists very much in Matt’s shadow. When discussing the newly-formed Nelson & Murdock in the very first issue, he attributes the firm’s future success to Matt brains and his (Foggy’s) father’s money. And in the early issues, this fits with his narrative role. He is there to hold down the fort, to run the firm and be the boring, less talented partner against whom Matt’s awesomeness can be compared. The possibility of his becoming the D.A. is teased very early-on, in issue #10-11... but it turns out to be a supervillain’s ruse and nothing more.
Foggy: “Well, that makes me the prize chump of the year! He sure had me fooled!”
Matt: “Chump nothing! You were the first to suspect that the picture of the Organizer on TV was a phony... taken in advance to throw suspicion on Monroe! You’ve proven you do have what it takes to make a fighting D.A., mister!”
Daredevil vol. 1 #11 by Stan Lee, Bobby Powell, Wally Wood, and Sam Rosen
As gullible as this makes Foggy look, it introduces an important character element for him at this early point: his aspirations. Poor Foggy may be treated as a loser by the narrative, he may not have Matt’s talents and main character advantages, but he still has big dreams. It’s thus satisfying that forty issues later, he runs again for real... and wins!
Foggy: “Me and Daniel Webster! --What a laugh! It’s Matt who should have this job-- not me! He was the real brains of ‘Nelson and Murdock’! I was just-- the work horse! But, they say a man can sometimes grow into a job-- maybe this will be my chance to prove myself! My chance to finally get out-- from under the shadow of Matt Murdock!”
Daredevil vol. 1 #50 by Stan Lee, Gene Colan, and George Klein
At this point he is conflicted-- both excited by this boost to his career and nervous about stepping out of his comfort zone. He and Matt had a huge fight during the campaign and so they are no longer speaking at this point... but they get over it, and Foggy decides to fix his nerves by bringing Matt on board has his special assistant.
Reporter: “Howzabout a shot of you two together, Mr. Nelson? It’ll go great with our story of your declared war on Crime-Wave!”
Foggy: “Even better than you think, friend! ‘Cause I’ve got a surprise announcement to make...! Namely, I’ve just invited Matthew Murdock to become my special assistant... for the duration of the current investigation!”
Matt: “It’s true all right, newshound! I’ve joined the team!”
Daredevil vol. 1 #58 by Roy Thomas and Gene Colan
(How great is this page? Love that Gene Colan art.)
But even this, with Matt working as Foggy’s subordinate rather than partner, is a huge shift in the balance of their dynamic. For once, Foggy gets to take the lead, with Matt dropping by the office when he has time to consult on cases. As District Attorney, Foggy is directly interacting with politicians and the press, and he is the first person people come to for help. And then Matt runs off to San Francisco with Natasha Romanov and leaves Foggy all on his own.
Since this is Matt’s comic, this separation means that we don’t see much of Foggy during this period. But when he does appear, he is notably changed. He is extra serious, extra busy. His wardrobe gets snazzier.
Daredevil vol. 1 #114 by Steve Gerber, Bob Brown, and Stan Goldberg
And he becomes more deeply embedded in The Establishment. He is forced to handle tough ethics cases: corruption, student protests, and the ever-present NYC topic of superheroes, about whom he has always had mixed feelings. (This is 200+ issues before he finds out about his best friend’s double life.)
Matt: “Great! Competence lives in Fun City! Sorry about the mess, friend, but I’m sure our crackerjack sanitation department can make it all tidy again-- or at least as tidy as the rest of New York. Which isn’t saying much.”
Foggy: “Not so quick with the flippancy, Hornhead. I think it’s time the police questioned you about a few matters. I’m getting a bit sick and tired of you long underwear types swinging up and down Fifth Avenue like you owned it.”
Matt: “I never thought I’d say this, ‘Mr.’ Nelson, but methinks you’re more interested in your re-election than you are in justice. But I think it’s a little bit too late to begin a crusading D.A. image now.”
Daredevil vol. 1 #127 by Marv Wolfman, Bob Brown, and Petra Goldberg
And Foggy matures, becoming a more jaded and world-weary version of himself. After getting shot while on the job, he starts rethinking his career. This is a neat mental shift when placed next to Matt’s own superhero philosophy. Foggy has now had a taste of doing what Matt does as Daredevil-- protecting the city-- and it is wearing him down. If only he and Matt could actually speak candidly about this shared experience...
Matt: “You sound a little bitter, Foggy. Are you still upset about the shooting?”
Foggy: “Frankly, Matt... I am. You spend a chunk of your life trying to help this city-- trying to make it safer, a decent place for people to live-- you put up with the crackpots, the bad cops, the crooks-- and then WHAM you get the city’s thanks-- a crummy bullet from a third-hand Saturday Night Special. So sure-- I’m bitter, Matt, this has been building up in me since it happened. I’m bitter as hell.”
Matt: “You’re forgetting good things, Foggy, the good cops... the good people... Don’t do yourself and them an injustice. Have a little faith.”
Daredevil vol. 1 #118 by Gerry Conway, Don Heck, and Petra Goldberg
When his re-election campaign rolls around, Foggy fights hard. His opponent is the charming, charismatic Blake Tower, who Foggy ends up liking and respecting in spite of himself. In the end, and thanks to some supervillain intervention by expert media manipulator the Jester...
TV Foggy: “Fellow citizens, as much as this pains me to say, I am forced to admit that I consider myself unworthy of being re-elected. Please bear with me as I give my explanations.”
Foggy: “What? It’s a lie! I never said that!”
Daredevil vol. 1 #130 by Marv Wolfman, Bob Brown, and Michele Wolfman
...Foggy loses. Tower, a genuinely good guy and superhero supporter, goes on to have a long and successful career as the new D.A. And Foggy, as hard as he fought for re-election, discovers that he is glad to have escaped from such a stressful job. Matt invites him to join his new private practice, and he gratefully accepts.
Foggy: Once the vote became apparent, I just couldn’t stick around any longer. I had to get away--to be by myself to think. But I’ve come to some conclusions, Matt. The first is that I’m happy I lost, and the second-- Matt, I’ve never begged before, but Matt-- I need a job now... do you need a rather tubby loser hanging around here?”
Matt: “Do you still have that business card I gave you, Foggy?”
Foggy: “Sure, I was too busy to look at it. Why?”
Matt: Just read it. Whether you won the election or not, Foggy, you always were, and you’ll always be-- my partner. Welcome back, buddy. It’s been awhile.”
Daredevil vol. 1 #130 by Marv Wolfman, Bob Brown, and Michele Wolfman
Many writers since have written Foggy back into Matt’s shadow-- and that’s tough to avoid, since Matt is the main character. But this story arc first introduced the idea of Foggy as a force in his own right, someone who can succeed without Matt around, which is an attitude that has largely stuck around to this day. It presented a welcome and permanent shift in the way writers, and thus Daredevil readers, viewed his character and role in the comic.
While MCU Matt doubled down on his DD activities in Season 2, prioritizing that side of his life over his legal work, Foggy plunged headfirst into his career-- mostly because he had no other choice. With Matt neglecting the firm, Foggy picked up the slack. He spent the entirely of Season 1 putting himself down, emphasizing Matt’s skills over his own, and showing an intense lack of self-confidence regarding his abilities as a lawyer. But Season 2 showed him, in ways that he could not ignore, that he was actually damn good at him job. He realized that he could still achieve his law school (or possibly undergrad...) dream of having a high-powered legal career... even without Matt by his side. And so when the chance to make that dream happen was presented, he leapt at it.
It has been an absolute treat to see Foggy hop around to the other shows, further developing his career, getting used to hanging out with superheroes, and generally demonstrating a level of confidence in himself that is new and wonderful. His life isn’t perfect-- there’s no question that he would rather be doing this with Matt-- but it’s still a big deal for his character development. From here, there are several ways his D.A. aspirations could go. It could be a great thing-- further boosting his career, giving him a new set of challenges, and showing us a side of Foggy we’ve never seen before: a Foggy in a position of power, trying to cope. Or it could end terribly. He could lose. He could win, but end up butting heads with Wilson Fisk. Since Fisk named Foggy in Season 2 as someone he was aiming to take down, that confrontation is going to happen no matter what-- but if Foggy were the D.A., this takedown might involve bribery and blackmail as part of Fisk’s bid for power. I’m really excited to see how this plotline is handled, and feel confident that-- just like in the comics-- this separation will be a good thing for him, and will end with the recreation of a new, better, stronger Nelson and Murdock.
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A Delicate Balance
A @dctvsecretsanta fic for @drnathanielheywood, who asked for: team legends stealing Christmas presents through time and Nate/Mick. It’s in Nate’s 2nd person p.o.v.
Fic is under the cut - I hope you enjoy!
"Pleeeeeeeaaaaaassssseeee?" Ray asks, holding out a bowl full of paper slips. "Wally and Mick already agreed - though Mick might've just done it to get me to leave him alone - and I'm sure the others will, too!" He widens his eyes. "I'd really appreciate it! Secret Santa is just the kind of bonding activity we need right now!"
You sigh. Damn those puppy-dog eyes. "Okay, fine. But you owe me an Indiana Jones marathon. And I mean all the movies - even Crystal Skull."
"That's fair."
Ray thrusts the bowl even closer to you. You close your eyes, pray that you get someone easy to shop for, and rummage around in the bowl for your lucky slip. Fingers on your free hand crossed, you unfold the paper. In scrawled black writing is two words and an emoji, "Mick Rory :)". Ray's looking at you expectantly, so you force a smile on your face.
"Didn't get myself, buddy, so I guess that's good," you say.
"Yep!" Ray beams. "Oh, and before I forget - Mick suggested being able to steal the gifts. Long as you don't take it/them from the less fortunate, it's fair game." He pulls you into a brief, one-armed hug. "Thanks, Nate!"
You watch as Ray leaves your room, then finally let the smile slip off your face. "What the fuck do I do now? Um, Gideon?"
"Yes, Dr. Heywood?" Gideon asks.
"Any ideas on what I could get Mick for the Secret Santa?"
"I'm afraid Dr. Palmer requested that I not give anyone advice about their giftees." She almost sounds regretful. "He said it would be considered cheating."
"Gee, thanks a lot," you mutter.
"You're welcome!"
"Damn AI."
"I heard that," Gideon warns.
You throw up your hands in frustration and flop onto your bed. After a few seconds, you roll over so you can scream into a pillow. You roll over again a few seconds after that since the lack of oxygen is getting to your head.
What on Earth could you possibly get - or steal - for Mick? You put too little effort into this and he'll burn you to a crisp, but putting too much effort in would be like a neon sign telling him about your crush. Anything fire-related is too obvious and you know nothing about what he'd need for crime. It's probably too soon to give Mick a new rat and he could just fabricate himself some beer. What does he even like to do?
...Wait. You vaguely remember Mick being super gung-ho about vampires - he was even reading a special edition copy of Dracula. Maybe that's something you can work with.
XxXx
You knock on Sara's door the next day. It takes a few seconds for her to open it, by which point you're already rocking back and forth on your heels.
"Can I help you?" Sara asks, rubbing at her eyes.
You nod. "Mind if I borrow the jump ship for a few hours? I think I know what to get my Secret Santa."
"Promise to never wake me up at..." She grabs your wrist, drags it towards her, and checks the time on your watch. "At 6AM ever again?"
"What if there's a life-threatening emergency?"
"If it's before 9AM, I don't care."
"Then, yes, I promise," you say, giving Sara a mock solute.
Sara releases your wrist and waves you away. "Fine. Go. Have fun shopping or stealing or what-the-fuck-ever. I'm going back to sleep."
"Sleep -" You're cut off by Sara sliding the door shut on you- "well." You run a hand through your hair. "Next stop, late nineteenth century." A few steps towards the jump ship remind you that you're still wearing your slippers. "After a trip to the fabrication room."
XxXx
You're barely out of the fabrication room - and still trying to fix your tie - when you run into Mick. Literally. Your forehead slams right into his chin. You stumble back, clutching your head, while he just stands there like a brick wall. A very well-muscled brick wall...
You shake your head - causing it to ache some more - to get your brain back on track. Mick raises an eyebrow.
"You okay there, Pretty?" Mick asks. His gravelly voice rattles through your bones. "Sounded like you hit me pretty hard."
You rub your forehead one last time, then let your arm drop. "Think I'm gonna have one hell of a headache, but I'll live. How are you not in any pain?"
"I am." Mick shrugs. "But I've lived through worse." He stops, stares at your chest, and then rolls his eyes. You have two seconds to blink before Mick's closer than you'd ever hoped he'd get.
"Umm, Mick?" You'll swear on every bible in the country that your voice didn't just crack. "What's goin' on?"
"Fixing your stupid tie," Mick mutters.
There's a spark each time his hands brush against your chest. Mick's face is so close to yours and it takes every bit of your willpower to not lean in for a kiss. You don't even realize that you were holding your breath until Mick steps back and it all rushes out of you.
Mick smirks, proud of his handiwork. "There ya go." He looks you up and down. "Where're you going? Didn't think we had a mission today."
"We - we don't," you reply. "I'm going to go get my Secret Santa's gift." You run a hand through your hair. "No idea how Ray managed to convince all of us to do that, by the way."
Mick just grunts and shrugs.
"Anyway, um, I'm going to go do that -" you gesture vaguely in the direction of the jump ship -"and I'll see you later?"
"...Sure." Mick steps around you and heads down the hallway. He calls over his shoulder, "Long as you don't get yourself killed."
You're not sure if Mick thinks you're likely to, or if this is his own way of showing concern. It's been a couple of years since you met him and you're no closer to having him figured out. Luckily, you've always been a fan of mysteries. Not as much as histories, but -
You shake your head. Now is really not the time for your train of thought to run off the tracks. You give yourself a few seconds to remember Mick's closeness, then return to heading off to the jump ship. You've got a gift to track down.
XxXx
"Why couldn't this have been a normal trip to Ye Olde Bookshoppe?" You mutter. "Oh, wait, normal flew out the window once I stepped onboard a freaking timeship!"
"Be quiet!" Van Helsing - Abigail Van Helsing - hisses. "Unless you want the vampire to get us!"
You hold up your hands, then mime zipping your mouth shut. Van Helsing just frowns before turning to look out of the alleyway.
You'd started out going to buy an original copy of Dracula for Mick, planning on getting it signed by Bram Stoker himself. But then a fucking vampire had literally crashed the party! Then Van Helsing followed it through, announced she would take care of the beast, and then chased after it. You'd declared your intention to help, and well, here you are now. Somewhere in the middle you've managed to figure out that Dracula was loosely based on a true story. Very loosely, if Van Helsing being named Abigail instead of Abraham and the vampire not having much in the way of sentience are any indication.
"It's coming," Van Helsing whispers. "You distract it with your "powers"-" how is she able to sound like she's miming air quotes a century before they were a thing?- "and then I'll stab it in the chest. Is that understood?"
You nod, then steel up. Van Helsing's eyes widen. As soon as you hear the vampire scuffle past, you step out of the alleyway. The sun gleams off of your silver skin and attracts the vampire's attention. You slowly back away to lure it closer and closer to Van Helsing. Once you've moved far enough, you give her a thumbs-up.
Van Helsing may not recognize the gesture, but she knows a signal when she sees one and jumps towards the vampire. There's a bit of a struggle - most of which is on the vampire's end - and then it's over as soon as it began. Van Helsing brushes the dust off her knife.
"Thank you," Van Helsing says after a moment. "That would have been a lot more difficult without your help."
You shrug before de-steeling. "No problem. Mind if I ask you a question?"
"I suppose I owe you that much. What is it?"
"Do you know where I could find Bram Stoker?" You hold up the now slightly battered copy of Dracula. "I've got a book for him to sign."
XxXx
Bram Stoker looks from you, to Dracula, and then back to you. "You want me to write a dedication to someone I've never even heard of?"
"Yes, please," you answer. "He's a huge fan - uh, admirer - of your writing, and would greatly appreciate your signing the book. I'm planning on giving it to him for Christmas."
"A rare thing for two unrelated men to do," Stoker replies, "but not an unappreciated one. What is your young man's name?"
"He's not young - or mine - but -" You take a breath- "Mick Rory."
Stoker nods. He thinks for a moment, dips his pen in an inkwell, and jots down a few words. "Here you go, Dr. Heywood." Stoker pushes the book back to you. "I hope Mr. Rory takes to this gift."
"Thank you so much, Mr. Stoker!" You barely glance at the dedication before snapping the book shut. "I have to get going, but it was very nice to meet you!"
"Same to you."
XxXx
The next person you literally run into is Zari, as you're exiting the jump ship. It affects her more than you, but neither of you get too hurt. Which is great - you still have a lingering headache from your encounter with Mick.
"Thanks for that," Zari snarks. "Long as you're here, though - any ideas on what to get Hunter? I've only met the man twice, so I'm kinda at a loss."
You snort. "That's a first." You sober up at Zari's withering glare. "Um, I didn't really know 'im too well either. Think I remember someone mentioning he's really into Wild West stuff? That and antiques."
"So shop for you, but lean towards cowboy crap," Zari summarizes. "Got it." She gestures to the jump ship. "Just leaving or just returning?"
"Returning." You step out of Zari's way. "Go right ahead." Before she can get too far, you hold up Dracula and add, "For Mick - what do you think? It's an original copy and it's signed."
Zari shrugs. "He should like it. May even get you that kiss you want."
"Kiss? Why would I want a -" You slump. "How'd you know?"
"You're nowhere near as subtle as you think you are," Zari answers. "Surprised he hasn't noticed - I'm aromantic and I picked up on it ages ago." She hangs in the doorway. "Good luck, though."
"Thank -" Zari shuts the door- "you." You run a hand through your hair. "Why does that keep happening to me?"
XxXx
Ray knocks on your door just as you're putting stuffing the last of the tissue paper into the bag containing Mick's gift. You tell him to let himself in, then scribble a note on the to/from sticker. Hopefully your handwriting isn't too distinctive.
You sit up, expecting Ray to start info-dumping about some new science fact or his latest project, but he's pacing silently instead. It takes about five minutes for concern to override just letting him be.
"Uh, Ray?" You begin. "You okay there, buddy?"
Ray hesitates before shaking his head. He then leans against the closest wall.
"What's up? Do you need some paper to write on?"
"Nah," Ray answers. "Just figuring out what to say - I'm not non-verbal atm." He sighs. "Um, I already got my Secret Santa's gift, but... ButIwasthinkingofgettingNoraagifttoo."
You stand up and rest a hand on Ray's shoulder. "I'm totally here for you, but would you mind repeating that for me? My ears can't process your words when you're speaking at a hundred miles an hour."
"Sorry. I said I was thinking of getting Nora a gift, too," Ray confesses. "But I don't know where she is, how to get it to her if I did, or if she even celebrates Christmas. Or how she'd react." Ray smiles sheepishly. "Y'know, with her being a former bad guy and all."
"Yeah, I had the same problem with Mick."
Ray jerks his head up so quickly, you fling your hand out in shock. You can feel a blush spreading across your cheeks.
"Okay, if you agree to ignore the implications there, I'll agree to ignore you implying that you still have a thing for Nora," you say.
"Fine by me." Ray smiles. "For what it's worth, I think Mick likes you back. I mean, he does call you "Pretty"."
You shrug. "Thinking I'm hot doesn't equal feelings, but thanks. And good luck with Nora. I don't think she's the best person to crush on, but you do you, Ray." You smirk. "Or her." Ray jokingly punches you in the arm. "Hey!"
"So, assuming I find Nora, you think I should get her something?" Ray asks.
"Yeah, man. You could always pass it off as a "just because" gift if she's not a Christmas person."
Ray pulls you into a brief hug. "Thank you for the advice and friendly ear."
"No problemo."
Ray shakes his head, still smiling, and exits your room. He gives you a wave as the door closes.
XxXx
A few days later, it's finally the moment of truth. Or to put it less dramatically - the day you all exchange your Secret Santa gifts. The result of you shoving in the tissue paper is a bag that's a little messy and half-hazard looking, but you feel it's appropriate. There's more to it than its rough exterior - just like Mick.
You're the first one on the bridge. You place your gift by the center console and then pour yourself a drink. Maybe it'll help calm your nerves.
"Great idea, Pretty." Mick's rumbling voice makes you jump - you hadn't heard him approach. Thankfully the glass didn't spill any more than a couple of drops. Mick brushes past you to pour himself... something. You're too busy trying not to shudder from that brief moment of contact.
"Hey, um, Mick," you finally reply. "Have any trouble finding a gift?"
Mick shrugs. "Wrapping it was the worst part. Ended up just shoving it into a box."
"Yeah, I -"
Whatever you were about to say next is cut off by a deluge of Legends flooding onto the bridge. Several different conversations overlap as people try to put their gifts by the console without tripping over each other. You decide to find a comfortable spot to sit before all the good ones are taken. To your surprise, Mick grabs the one next to you.
"So, who wants to go first?" Ray asks, once everyone has settled down.
Sara nods at him. "It was your idea."
Ray stammers and protests for a bit, but gives in once everyone starts chanting his name. He picks up a small, thin present that has dark blue wrapping paper with silver atoms. Ray tears through the paper less gently than expected to reveal a frame with a photo inside. It's a candid shot of him and a brunette woman - Anna, maybe - sitting on a park bench somewhere and laughing. Ray hastily wipes away a few tears.
"Thank you," he begins, "whoever, um -"
Rip raises a hand. "I always wished there were more photos of Miranda and myself after she..." he clears his throat. "I hope it's alright that I-"
Before Rip can finish his sentence, Ray all but tackles him with a hug. Rip awkwardly pats his back for a bit, then gently pulls back.
The rest of the gifts are less emotionally fraught, though no less meaningful. Ava receives two photos - one of her and Sara and one of her with the team - and a hug from Ray. Wally opens an awkwardly wrapped meditation fountain from Ava and gives Sara a set of throwing knives. Sara gives Zari a blanket with various video game symbols and characters, and Zari in turn gives Rip a hat and book from the Old West. Only you and Mick are left, which grants you both significant looks from everyone else.
"Guess it's pretty obvious who yours is from," you joke to Mick. He grunts and goes to pick up one of the two remaining gifts.
Your heart is in your throat as Mick carefully pulls out the tissue paper. He frowns at what's inside, but it smooths out once he picks up Dracula.
"Original edition?" Mick murmurs. "Nice."
You swallow hard. "Look inside the front cover."
Mick does so, his eyebrows lifting as he reads whatever message Stoker left him. "Huh. Thanks, Nate."
Hearing someone call you by your first name usually doesn't send butterflies fluttering in your stomach, but your thing for Mick isn't that usual to begin with.
"My turn, then." You stand up, grab the sole remaining box, and settle back down in your spot.
The box is wrapped in simple silver paper and topped with a red bow. You stick the bow to your shirt before unwrapping the gift. First in the box is a photo of Harrison Ford in full Indiana Jones gear, complete with jacket. Underneath that, carefully folded up, is the exact same jacket in surprisingly good condition.
"Is this -? Did you -?" You're at a loss for words.
Mick avoids your gaze. "Stole it off the set. I added the picture so you could tell it's the same one."
"Thank you so much." Before you can stop yourself, you pull Mick into the best sideways hug you can manage. Your skin tingles all over when you finally let go, which almost distracts you from noticing that Mick's cheeks are a bit red. Huh.
Sara pulls you from your thoughts by tapping something - a pen? - against a whisky bottle. "Now that the presents are done with, let's get drunk!"
Most of the team cheers and makes a beeline for the drink cart. Ray switches on some music after clarifying that it's secular Christmas/winter-themed songs only. Mick stands up and nods towards the drinks.
"You want anything?" Mick asks.
'A kiss' is what you want to say. What actually comes out of your mouth is, "Not right now. Thanks, though."
Mick grunts in the affirmative before leaving you alone to stew. Which lasts all of five seconds due to Wally zooming over to capture the newly open spot.
"Y'know, I could get some mistletoe over here without Mick noticing," Wally whispers. "Wouldn't even take two seconds."
You shake your head. "And make Mick mad at the both of us? Nah. I've known him for this long without him making good on his threats. A little longer would be nice."
Wally face palms, then leaves without saying anything more. He rushes back and - sue enough, there's a mistletoe hanging above where you're sitting. You roll your eyes and go to take it down. Unfortunately, tearing it off causes you to fall back from the amount of force you'd used. You're caught by strong arms before you can hit the ground.
You look up to find that Mick's your timely rescuer - hero, a part of you whispers - and hastily right yourself on your own two feet. "Uh, thanks, Mick."
"What was that about?" Mick raises an eyebrow. "You shouldn't be drunk already."
"I'm not! It's just -"
"Just...?"
"Wally was trying to play a prank on us," you explain, "and I nearly fell over trying to get it down." You hold up the mistletoe and feel a blush start to spread across your face. "Funny, right?"
"What's funny? You nearly cracking your head open?" Mick asks.
"No, um, uh-" you look down at the floor- "Wally thinking that making us kiss was a good idea for a prank. I mean, the idea of you and me -"
Mick catches your chin in his hand, tilting it up so your gazes meet. "'S not that bad an idea, actually."
"What - You - I -"
Before you can embarrass yourself even further, Mick pulls you into a kiss. You freeze for a moment, then surge forward to deepen it. Your hands settle on Mick's waist to tug him even closer.
And then someone wolf-whistles.
Mick sighs into your mouth, then gently pushes you away. "Should prob'ly continue this where we can have some privacy."
"My room's good," you reply. "Much closer than yours." You can't resist giving Mick another kiss.
"Works for me, Pretty." Mick steps even farther back, then gestures to the nearest door. The two of you all but run out as you try to ignore all the teasing from the rest of the group. Sara shouts out to not do anything she wouldn't do. Like that's even that long of a list.
...Which may have been the point.
XxXx
"Wait," you say, once you and Mick are finally in your room, "hang on a second, okay?"
Mick frowns but complies. "Y'not want to do this anymore?"
"For now?" You nod. "For now. It's just -" You run a hand through your hair. "I don't know if we're on the same page here, or if you even like me or anything."
"Would I kiss you if I didn't like you?" Mick asks.
"I mean, like me, like me. I mean -" moment of truth, here- "I'm in love with you. Have been for a while. Even when I was with Amaya, I think I felt something like that for you." Your eyes widen. "Not that I didn't love Amaya! It was just... both of you, I guess. Amaya and I were just starting to talk about it right before she, um, left." You pause to take a breath. "If you don't feel the same, that's fine, but - I don't want to do a friends with benefits thing if you don't. I don't think my heart could take it." It's a while before you can meet Mick's gaze. "So, that's where I'm at. How 'bout you?"
Mick folds his arms. "I'm not good at this feelings crap, but..." He sighs, then waves a hand around. "I feel the same. I think. 'm willing to give it a chance, anyway. Is that enough?"
"Yeah." You smile broadly. "Yeah, it is."
Mick shakes his head fondly - for him, at least - and then pulls you into another kiss.
#legends of tomorrow#steelwave#dctv secret santa#dctv secret santa 2018#lot fic#mick rory#nate heywood
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A Second Friend, Part 3 (Angst War 2018)
@disneyphantomlover submitted: ((SO yeah, this first half reads a little weird. Mainly because Wally ain’t exactly coherent at the moment. But we should get into the meat of the angst in Part 4! And Mary and Molly are important names to him.))
Well, that was kinda silly. It was so rare that anyone did as Wally asked, and in such a comedic way. Wally whistled a pleasant tune as he made his way to….well, wherever he was needed! His job was to clean this place, and he could always clean something. But where to go, where to go…?
He swung his leg around to give himself momentum, and was pleasantly surprised he’d made it to a flight of stairs. Ah yeah! The second floor always needed work, right? Stupid musicians always leaving things around, making it so smokey down there… Honestly, if his wrist didn’t always hurt, he’d try punching a hole in the wall. JUST to get some fresh air down there instead'a the heavy smoke. And ink. Good golly Miss Molly it was just…
….
Huh. He pulled a hand to his chest, unaware of what caused such a turn in his chest like that. …Molly? Who was Molly? …. He shook his head, displacing a little ink to drop onto his shoulders. No time for that. Not when he needed to do something.
…Okay, he knew this area… The giant, almost obnoxious sign said that this level was the Music Department… But… Damn, why was he here? He leaned back on his hip, contemplating the issue before looking down at his feet. Oh! They were absolutely soaked in ink! He was even leaving little puddles of it! He needed to clean this up, toot sweet! He scuffed his heels against the wood, then made a beeline for his closet. He just needed a mop and a bucket, nothing fancy at all!
He hummed a happy tune as he scuffed his heels and danced his way down the hallway. Once at the end of the hallway, he swung his leg around to give himself momentum and opened the door. …Or not. He scowled at the door, pushing some hair out of his face to see better. …Man, he needed a bath or something, his hair felt so slimey and heavy. He tried to jiggle the doorknob, but to no avail. “Shiiiiiite… Where’s my keys…?” He patted his hips, trying to feel the little ring of keys, but no such luck. Darn… He couldn’t’ve lost them that quickly…
….What did he need? ….Oh right, he needed his keys. No idea what for, but if they weren’t on his person… Maybe in the trashcans? He could look in the trashcans. He immediately knelt down, and started to rummage in the nearest one. Wow, he must have gotten dirty than he thought, his arms were just soaked in ink! How strange…. He huffed before standing up again, a single hand on his back. His back always hurt! Always had, always will. … Huh. Wonder why that was….
…..
Why was he rummaging again? …Oh. The trash was full. He needed to fix that and clean this up, toot sweet! He tucked the wastebasket under his arm, whistling a happy tune as he scuffed his heels and danced his way down the hallway and to the stairs. There were little gasps beside him and around him, but he paid it no mind. He was probably drenched in ink. God, ____ could never seem to get the pressure right, no matter how many times the mechanics told him. Maybe numbers were just wrong for him? Well, it wasn’t Wally’s business. His boss was just a weird one.
He made it to the top floor once more, and snagged a few more of the waste baskets. They were so full and needed to be emptied right away. With only a small hum, he swung his leg around for momentum, and managed find an empty barrel by the doors. He upturned the baskets so the contents fell into the barrel, and left it at that. Just needed to take these baskets and empty them out once more. He had almost missed the voice to his left until it started screaming.
“-is thaaAA HOLY MARY MOTHER A’ JAYSUS!” …He scowled to himself, unaware of what caused such a turn in his chest like that. …Mary? Who was Mary? …. He shook his head, displacing a little ink to drop onto his shoulders. No time for that. Instead, who was this screaming man? And why did that voice seem to hurt to hear?
Wally faced the screamer, and blinked at the now-pale man that had picked up a wooden chair. Honestly, it just made Wally self-conscious. He must look an absolute fright like this. He reached up, rubbing the back of his thin neck. “Heh… Sorry. Ink, ya know?” Granted, he wasn’t sure what had happened to get him covered in the liquid like this, but he didn’t want to scare the man holding a chair above his head.
The man looked absolutely taken aback at first, then leaned in just a little bit. “…Motha’ a God, tha’ you, Franks?”
…He knew that voice. That was a good voice. It was an old friend… Christ, how was he standing so steady? His back must be killing him! “Yeah, it is! N-now put tha’ down ‘fore you hurt ya back mmmmmore!” He started to walk up, and quickly snagged the chair out of his hands before setting it down. The man didn’t move from his spot, and Wally assumed his back DID just act up and he needed to hold still a moment. “I’m going to…. Shoo, I dun’ know… I’mma try and clean up the lower level.” With a quick wave and a flashed smile, Wally took one nice step…and tripped with a spectacular splat.
Wally pulled his head up, grumbling as he tried to look at his feet. Hell, what had he stepped in??
….A trash can. “Jaysus, who put tha’ there??”
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In other situations, Wes would find it a little odd that his boss liked having smoking breaks with him. Not that he complained or didn’t like it, but it was a little odd… Surely there were others he could have a break with. But then again… Miss Susie was working at a different studio this afternoon, so that made Sammy more anxious and on edge to begin with. And Wally was supposed to be cleaning up the Music Department floor right now, so they couldn’t stay inside… Lest that goof of a janitor found some way to push Sammy’s buttons and make him a little extra sour. He’d rather take his chances by being outside, smoking under this tree that shaded the left side of the building. It was a little hot outside the studio today, but Wes had to admit that there was a nice breeze on this side of the building that made it more bearable. And, weird as it was, it was nice just sharing this quiet moment with his boss. Never thought he’d like someone like Sammy as a smoking buddy, but he was constantly surprised at nonsense here inside Joey Drew Studios.
Wes breathed out a nice plume of smoke, enjoying the buzz in his chest to help him relax. Sammy breathed out a similar plume of smoke, then coughed a little into his hand. “…How much do you want to bet that Wally’s still messing around on the floor?”
Wes snickered, swinging his hand up to place his cigarette to his lips. “Sorry, but I ain’ takin’ that bet.” Sammy smiled a little bit, his teeth just a little too visible and his eyes a little too angry. So Wes snickered again, taking a small drag of his cigarette before speaking. “No big deal. You rather he did a shit job because he likes annoyin’ you, or let him finish and we can work in relative peace?”
“…Bold of you to assume that we can have peace while working.”
“Hey, my points still stand.”
Even with the teasing, Sammy seemed to calm down slightly, only mumbling a little bit before trying to take another drag of his own cigarette. Just as he breathed out the smoke, something caught his eye. Sammy pulled himself from the wall, and peeked around the corner. “…Franks?? The hell are you going?”
Wally?? Well that was curious. He was usually the last to leave. Wes wandered over, peeking over Sammy’s shoulder. Sure enough, there was Wally Franks. His hat had been adjusted so his hair was a little more hidden under the brim, and he had his jacket over his arm as he walked to the street. The weirdest part was that he didn’t answer; usually he was quick to throw snarky comments at anyone and everyone. So Wes tried his hand at it, cupping a hand around his mouth to yell “Hey! Wally, where ya off to??”
That seemed to snap the janitor out of whatever daze he was in, and he finally gave an answer. “I’m outta here!”
“Franks, it’s barely noon!” Wes had to agree; it was way, way too early for Wally to take off. …Unless Bendy pulled a strange or elaborate prank that Wally refused to deal with. Which, if that was the case, he couldn’t blame the guy.
“Joey did a thing. And I sure as HELLLLL ain’t dealin’ with that today.”
Ooooooooooohhhhh. Wes couldn’t help a wince, and Sammy just let out an annoyed sigh. “What’d he do this time?” The Music Director could feel a headache forming already, and he flicked his cigarette dud into the alley before pulling out the carton of smokes from his back pocket.
At that, Wally seemed hesitant to say just what. He kept glancing over to Wes, then back to Sammy. “… You know what? Lemme show ya. Just so you know I ain’ fooling.”
The blond rose an eyebrow, and shared a quick glance with his boss. That wasn’t suspicious at alllllll. Especially with the little menacing grin that was crossing Wally’s freckled face.
…Might as well take one for the team. “I’ll look, I’ll look. …Wipe that dumb smile off your face though, Franks. Makes ya look like a brat.” Flicking his own cigarette into the alley, Wes quickly walked around the corner and made a beeline for the front entrance. Might as well see what got Wally so spooked, even if he seemed fine now.
((The first half reads weird, but in an... enjoyable way. It’s messy and repetitive but not in a bad way, ‘least I think so. It helps reinforce the idea that he’s kinda out of it xD I like it. Also, Hi Wes :D ty for the fic!! <3))
#batim#sammy lawrence#wally franks#shawn flynn#submission#fanfic#angst#disneyphantomlover#angst war 2k18#sammy wes lawrence
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parent trap!coldflash
The premise is Dawn Henrietta Allen, (14) lives with her father, Bartholomew Henry Allen (38) in Central City. She’s starting high school next fall but before that Uncle Cisco suggested to her dad to send her off to a summer science program instead of letting her relax.
Eleanor Josefine Snart or Scofield, depending on the state, "EJ" (14) lives with their father, Leonard Snart, sometimes Scofield (48-52). They move around every few years. Their father and aunt told them, it’s for the job, although EJ knows that Rogue Retrieval takes up contracts. They both and Uncle Mick could easily travel for the job instead of relocating every so often. EJ is ready to start high school, another new school, but before that Lisa signed her up for a summer science program upstate New York. This is going to be their first time at “sleep-away” camp, but they’ve camped and travel plenty of times with the Rogues.
EJ is discovering that they prefer neutral and masculine pronouns. After a discussion with their aunt Lisa, they ask their dad to call them maybe best bud or favorite person instead of little girl. Len is accommodating. (After all, it’s not worst than the reveal and conversation that Shawna was her surrogate/birth mother. It was less about keeping secrets, more about is Mark going to be okay/Hey Lenny don’t be killing Shawna’s boyfriend
EJ and Shawna have a good relationship, more like a big sister than a mother. Shawna has a big part in EJ’s chidhood/life. She taught them how to take care of their hair, taught the Snarts and Mick how to do their hair as a kid.
(Len has the same hair type as EJ but he kept it short most of his life. Not much help.)
Dawn constantly tries to pair her dad off with almost everyone.
EJ respects that her dad wants to stay single but also wonders why hasn't he and Mick married (which they did, foreshadow one of the reasons why Barry and Len broke up because Len forgot that him and Mick were legally married years ago)
They both want their dad to be happy too, EJ notice his attraction to Hartley/Sara/the Rays, so EJ doesn't care if they get a new mother or father or parent.
Since Len dated Gideon for a while, who was agender, preference with she/her pronouns. (She ended up getting back together with her exes (Rip Hunter, Miranda Coburn, Jonah Hex) Rip and Miranda are married, but Jonah and Gideon has been in the relationship for quite sometime. They all raise Jonas. It’s somewhat awkward since she knew Barry Allen back in middle school camp.
Dawn and EJ's surrogate mother is Shawna. Only EJ knows because they talked about it and Shawna works with her father and company, Rogue Retrieval
Shawna has been seeing Mark Mardon and hopes Len is fine with that.
It is, but different story for Mark because he didn't know Shawna had kid(s).
Luckily it blows over quickly and everything is explained.
(Len nearly ices Mark for outing that Shawna had more than one kid in front of EJ, EJ doesn't know they have a twin. They figured that Shawna’s occupation as a surrogate mother?)
Dawn thought Iris was her mother for the longest time, because sometimes she goes to Joe's place and she gets to call him Pawpaw.
Dawn’s mad at her family for a while. (She gets bullied for having a white father/Her “parents” didn’t marry.)
She gets an obsession with Barry with as many available women they know.
"What about Caitlin or even Lisa when she shows up"
Everyone's disgusted, but Cisco s brave and "Ummm a little awkward," "How so?" "We dated and umm," Cisco doesn't want to say she's your aunt too.
"You're dating Cynthia aren't you, or you still with Kendra?"
Dawn is still upset at Iris. When EJ and Dawn switch, she warns them that Iris is no good.
But EJ and Iris bond a bit more (because Barry can't stand to see them fighting/Iris not in his kid's life).
The new school year starts in Star City for Dawn, and EJ goes to the high school in Central City.
Dawn tries not to break character since she sees Uncle Ollie, Felicity and everyone. Sara Diggle (16) in at the new school. Sara figures out that she’s Dawn and who is EJ Scofield? The Arrow Team finds out that Snart is in town, they don’t know it’s Dawn quite yet.
EJ gets some bullying problems which they defuse but gets sent to principal office.
(Dawn thinks that she's popular, she's very positive and bright, so she ignores all the negativity and mean stuff people say to her).
Rogue Retrieval
Iris, Joe, Cisco and Caitlin finds out that EJ is living with them. (They ask if it was okay to use neutral pronouns, and of course everyone is accepting.)
Barry is last to find out. He notices the change, and EJ tells him that I'm not a girl...is that ok, Barry embraces EJ and of course, you're my kid and I love you more than anything in the world. . . then BOOOM Ellie? Are you Eleanor, how? ; ;
They break their voice, "EJ actually. But I have grams and pawpaw's name sakes, so I like my names.
On Dawn's side, Lisa, Mick and Shawna finds out first. (But revealed that Len knew from the first meal they had) The gold digger???? that tries to woo Len? Throw away OC ? Becky Cooper lmao?
(Len's list of exes, Mick, Hartley, Barry?, Ray Palmer and Terrill, Sara Lance, Gideon) Valentina Vostok? as the gold digger?
Len and the Rouges know she's bad news but allows her to be close. (Len feels terrible for allow her as close as she is to his kid but this needs to look good other wise Vandal Savage walks away with his other buddies. (Len tries to capture Eobard Thawne)
Dawn holds to her emotions a lot, like Barry.
EJ is cool headed, but doesn't get as angry as she could.
Len notices that when "EJ" is back from camp, more energized and perky???which is confusing but I guess making friends does that to you.
Barry and everyone notices that "Dawn," is more withdrawn and doesn't get as angry or emotional as she does. She asks more questions though.
The twins were raised in Central until they were 2-3, then Barry and Len separated due to Len and Mick technically still being married, (they took a while for the divorce papers,) and that Len used to be a criminal/is still committing crimes/???/some other reason)
Len moved to Keystone for a bit then to Hub City. Lisa and Mick could watch EJ for a while. But Lisa and Mick both gets angry at him, Your daughter needs her father///You fought for your daughters/You got this one, what was all that fighting for then//If you're not going to be here for her
Later, They go into protective custody /sort of / to enlist in the capture of the "Legion of Doom," EJ is 9.
what up, this is all out of order and still need to learn how to write all of this fuck
Some scenes I want to write:
EJ helps Cisco with some technology, which was strange, but she must have leave some of it at the camp.
EJ helps Joe and Iris fix the wireless/wifi connector and TV set, which "I didn't know you could do that, usually Wally comes late and then he fixes it, then we finally get on with movie night..."
(Cisco and Iris notices something is off about "Dawn," Joe catches EJ on the phone video chatting w Dawn (with headphones)... Joe starts weeping, Iris, Wally and Barry gets concern but Joe passes it off as I miss my grandbaby so much, all grown up
Barry figures it out once EJ gets in a fight / after the Flash rescues them and some others (some other teenage girls and their mothers who were being mean to EJ/thought they were Dawn)
Barry comes late to pick EJ up, Barry gets a scolding from the mothers, EJ snaps and (VERY VERY CAPTAIN COLD LIKE) verbally eviscerate them about allowing her daughter push other kids around who are less fortunate, for the skin color and lack of something they can't control.)
EJ then reveals to Barry that they are "Ellie," and that they know that her Dad is the Flash.
(Dawn never figured it out, but Dawn starts developing her speedster powers at Len's)
(Ummmm I can explain?? It's --- She gets cut off by Len, "I know it's you Dawn. A blabbermouth just like your father." Len softly says as he helps Dawn up from the mess)
#coldflash#welcome to my mess of a wip#parent trap au#sharing this because i don't know what else to do with it#please be kind
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Rocky x Dennis: a four legged tale
The whole Royal Family has a horse of their own. Maria, Wally, the three Slappies, Mary Ellen, even the children. All except Dennis. He doesn’t have a horse. He would always have to get onto Rocky’s horse whenever he needed to go somewhere far. He would always sit down watching everyone take care of their four legged steeds. Dennis sighs as he daydreams of having a horse of his own. It was until Rocky walked up to him. “Hey Dennis. What’s with all the sighing and just sitting around not doing anything?” Dennis looks up. “Oh Rocky babe. I just feel left out because I’m the only family member who doesn’t have a horse.” Rocky raises an eyebrow. “Really? I’ve never heard anything from you asking for a horse. Why not Maria or Mary-Ellen have one of their mares breed with any of the male stallions? At least that’s the only option we could do to offer you one.” Dennis shakes his head in disagreement. “The only problem with that, it’s going to take a while for the colt to grow into a full grown adult. And it ain’t fun.” Rocky rubs his chin thinking, about any other option. Until he had an idea. “How about I can get you a wild one?” Dennis looked at him wide eyed. “for real baby?…” Rocky nods with a smile. “But won’t you get bucked in the face, or get knocked off a couple times trying to tame it?” Rocky chuckled. “me? Nah! I’m the strongest guy in the family next to Wally of course.” Dennis thought the idea was dangerous but he seemed to be happy that Rocky gets to find the right horse for him in the wild. “Are ya sure ya’ll gonna be okay?” Rocky nods. “I sure am.” he heads to the stable, grabs a rope, and puts the royal saddle, and bridle on his horse, and heads off to the fields to find the perfect horse. Dennis waves at Rocky as he watches him ride off. During his journey Rocky searches far and wide for any wild horses around, but there was no luck. It was then he found a herd of them eating grass and drinking water in a wide field. He slows down his horse trying to get closer. As he got to a safe distance, he got off, grabbed the rope, and sneaks up onto them trying not to scare them off. But as he was about to throw the rope onto one of the horses he’s closer to, he stepped on a stick making a loud snap, and the horses noticed him, and ran away. “Damn it!” he ran back to his horse, and kept searching. Thirty minutes passed, and Rocky decided to stop for a break letting his horse rest as well. He took out a cigarette, and lit it while staring in the distance of the fields. While he was smoking, he noticed something in the corner of his eye. His horse was pretty far away, but next to it was another four legged animal. Rocky immediately let out his cigarette with his foot on the ground, and jogs towards his horse with the mysterious animal. He didn’t want to run at all since he was getting old of course. As he got to his horse, the mysterious animal was different. It wasn’t like any other horse at all. It was a male mule. Rocky chuckled. “well looks like you made a friend boulder. He seems to like you.” what was strange about the mule itself, it didn’t run away at all in fear. It even started to fall for the Grey stallion. Rocky smiled. “okay boulder. Say goodbye to your little friend. We gotta keep on looking on our search.” as he gets on top of his horse, and rode off, he turned around and noticed the mule following them. He stopped and looked at it. “Woah Woah. Hey buddy. Shouldn’t you be heading back with your family already?” the mule didn’t move one inch. Rocky waited a couple minutes for the mule to leave, but it refused to do so. It was then Rocky gave in and decided to bring the mule home. It followed him and his horse on the road home, he didn’t even need to use the rope at all. “Maybe it doesn’t have to be a horse all the time. I hope Dennis will like this little guy. He even likes my horse for some apparent reason. A bit too much I might say.” as he got back to the palace, Dennis ran out to see Rocky. “Rocky baby! You’re back! And not a single scratch on ya!” he kissed and hugged him happily. “Dennis, I got a surprise for you. But you gotta close your eyes.” Dennis closes his eyes, waiting to see what it is. “You can open them now babe.” as Dennis did as he was told, he sees Rocky with the mule next to him. Dennis was surprised “Aw Rocky! I love him! Did you catch him?” Rocky giggles and rubs the back of his neck. “Well actually, he followed boulder and I home. He really likes boulder. They seem pretty close.” Dennis laughs. “Just like me when I first confessed my love for ya!” Rocky laughs along with him. “Yeah. You’re right.” Dennis walks up to the mule, and pets it. “I’m going to call ya Trusty. Because you trust boulder like I trust my dear Rocky!” he smiles at the mule, and hugs Rocky. “Thanks Rock. You’re the best man a guy could ever have.” Rocky hugs him back. “You’re welcome Baby.” Rocky couldn’t be even more happier that Dennis got himself a four legged friend to ride on by his side. And yet if it weren’t for his Grey stallion boulder, Rocky was glad he found the perfect one for the love of his life. The End….
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My Secret Love's Not Secret Anymore
by EllieBear
“Veronica…this is Logan.” Mac grinned from ear to ear, her eyes bouncing between them.
“And Logan…this is Veronica.” Wallace swept his hand in front of them with a slight flourish as if unveiling Logan to her.
Veronica was dumbstruck. Staring up at the tall, handsome man, she fought the urge to start giggling hysterically, knowing that if she started, she would never stop. Instead, she bit her cheek to keep her smile at bay.
“Nice to meet you.” She nodded, avoiding making direct eye contact.
Logan ran his fingers through his dark brown hair and nodded back. “Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you too.” Sticking his large hand out towards her, she stepped closer, catching a quick glance of his deep brown eyes, twinkling back at her. There was a brief shake – squeezing his slightly sweaty palm – before she turned back towards her friend.
Gritting her teeth, Veronica leaned towards Mac, her words hissing through her lips. “I thought I said, no set-ups.”
Gasping Veronica’s shoulders Mac chuckled nervously, glancing towards the men on the other side of the coffee table. “Just go with it, ‘kay?”
Veronica rolled her eyes and shook her head. She told her room-mate Mac and her boyfriend, Wallace on numerous occasions, she didn’t want to be set up. Her double major in criminology and sociology kept her busy enough as it was, and the added time killer of her job at the Hearst College Library on top of the occasional side gig helping her dad with work at Mars Investigations meant that men were usually on the back burner. It would take a special person to put up with her crazy life.
Flopping down into the high-back red velvet chair, Veronica let out a huff, her eyes following Wallace as he took a seat across from her, leaving the only empty seat for Logan next to her. She heard him sign as he lowered himself into the chair, tossing a wry smile towards her.
“Not awkward at all, huh?”
Wallace laughed, leaning towards his coffee cup on the table. “Look, man…you guys need to give each other a chance. Trust us.”
Logan covered his mouth with his fist, chuckling. “Trust you? You lied to get me here – even though I told you I didn’t want to go on a blind date. And it looks like you lied to…I’m sorry…what was your name again?”
Frowning, Veronica’s eyes narrowed at her potential suitor. “Ver-on-i-ca.”
Snapping his fingers, Logan tossed her a wink. “Right. Veronica here didn’t seem to know about this either.”
“No! No, I did not.” Crossing her arms, she glared at her friends. “Just because you two are blissfully happy together, doesn’t mean you have to go setting up all your single friends. That shouldn’t be a thing.”
Mac brushed a long piece of maroon hair from in front of her face and laughed. “Wallace and I don’t think that.”
“Um, yeah you do.” Logan leaned forward, trying to punch Wallace in the arm, but his buddy managed to dodge him with a sharp laugh. “Wally has been doing nothing but bragging about this friend of his girlfriend’s since I met him.”
“Oh really?” Veronica leaned on the arm of the chair, closer to Logan. “Tell me what my good friend said about me.”
Leaning closer to her, Logan gave a nonchalant wave of his hand in the air. “Oh, you know, that you’re beautiful, smart, fascinating, intriguing, and have a penchant for trouble. Like Mata Hari – but with more clothes and less dancing.”
Arching an eyebrow at him, a coy smile spread across her lips. “Flattering, I guess. Would you like to know how Mac described you?”
Balling his fists up under his chin, Logan batted his eyelashes playfully. “Do tell!”
Throwing Mac, a side glance, Veronica could see her friend was pissed off that they weren’t taking this seriously, but she didn’t care. This whole situation was one monkey shy of a full circus – she might as well have fun while she was here.
“Well…she said that you transferred here in September from UCLA, you were totally stacked, incredibly funny, and one of the best writers in her creative writing class.”
Lifting his shirt slightly, Logan exposed his tight belly to the crowd, and he slapped his abs playfully. “Stacked, huh? Not fully a six-pack but maybe one day. I may have to add another weight-lifting class into my schedule for that next semester. But only if Wally joins me so Mac can enjoy his six-pack too.”
Veronica let out a sharp, high laugh and she covered her mouth, trying to keep herself in check.
“Now look, you two…if you’re done making fun of us, we have to get to the show.” Wallace rose from his seat, stepping over towards Mac and offering his hand to her as she stood. “All we need to know is if you’re in our you’re out.”
Shrugging, Veronica glanced over at Logan and he shrugged back. “In, I guess.”
Standing, Logan stretched his arms over his head, his tight black t-shirt rising to reveal his tight stomach again. For a second, Veronica lost all train of thought as she followed the trail of hair from his navel to the top of his jeans.
“But I, for one, need to use the little-boys room, so if you’ll excuse me…” Logan nodded at Veronica, dropping his arms as he made his way around the table.
“I should go to. Tiny bladder.” Veronica pointed her thumbs at herself as she scooted past Mac and Wallace to follow just behind Logan.
They wove their way through the coffee house, following the signs down a flight of stairs leading to the bathrooms in the basement. Glancing over his shoulder, Logan quickened his pace, opening the door to the one of the gender-neutral private bathrooms and Veronica followed into the darkness. Feeling for the lights, she turned them on just as Logan locked the door behind them.
Before she could move, Logan was on her, spinning her around to face him as he lifted her up onto the tiny sink counter. She squealed as his lips connected with hers, hard and demanding and she opened her mouth, deepening their kiss as her tongue swept against his. Locking her ankles together behind his waist, she pressed her pelvis against his, feeling him hard against her jeans.
Releasing her, he trailed tiny kisses down her jaw as she giggled quietly. “Do you think we should tell them….”
“…that we’ve been seeing each other for months now?” Logan murmured into her skin, nuzzling the soft flesh near her shoulder.
“I told Mac I wasn’t interested in being set up.” She huffed.
“Because when she thinks you’ve been at the library studying for the last three months, you’ve been in my bed instead?” His teeth nipped her skin in that way that drove her crazy and she involuntarily moaned, closing her eyes and savoring his touch.
“Yeah. That.”
Raising his eyes to her level, Logan brushed his nose playfully against hers. “Well, since our so-called friends didn’t listen, I think we should torment them as punishment tonight. We can’t let them know that their radar was right and that we would be – are in fact – a smoking hot couple.”
“Oooohhh…I like when you use the words ‘torment’ and ‘punishment’…didn’t think that was a kink…but there you go…” Veronica cooed, grabbing his ass cheek and giving it a tight squeeze.
Nipping at her bottom lip, Logan chuckled. “Later, Bobcat. Later.”
Wiggling from his grasp, Veronica stood, straightening her clothes, hoping she wasn’t looking as flushed as she felt. “So, our secret relationship, is now an actual relationship, but still a secret?”
Scrunching his face, Logan’s head bobbed back and forth. “Kind of, yes.”
Pressing her palms to his pecs, Veronica rose on her toes and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I can work with that.”
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