#and that contributed to jason not believing bats would care about finding his mom?

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Thinking about how Bruce never told Jason that Willis was dead despite knowing since before adopting him

Jason didn't know at all until he happened upon it in the batcave with the Two Face case going on. And just. Augh

Jason cared about Willis. Do you think he'd been living with Bruce, thinking his father was ok? Working up the courage to ask Batman to find his dad so he could try and visit him, see him again, tell his dad he's ok now, even though it's not important to a case (Jason is shown to think Bruce would have no interest in helping him find his mother in ditf)

How many stories was he thinking about telling his dad? Did he try to save up any gifts for him? Leave any notes for him? At the very minimum he wouldve spent 6 months in Bruce's care before learning his father was gone

[dast218]

Days that turned into months and eventually years

Next 

The last few years for the Wayne family had been rough, to say the least. At one moment they were immersed in a terribly even match against the Rogues and in the next Marinette was missing from the face of the Earth. 

“I have 50 seconds left. I need to go, cover for me” the heroine directed towards her husband. Wow, yep husband. She got married at nineteen, gave birth to her currently one year old son at twenty and was surrounded by a loving family. Sure they annoyed the shit out of her but the Waynes were always there when she needed them the most. Marinette still couldn’t believe how much her life has changed. For months she was being bullied by her classmates and was mentally exhausted from keeping a leveled head with all the accusations thrown towards her from her so-called friends. On top of that, her parents started believing Lila’s lies because of her constant absences while Hawkmoth was getting stronger with each akuma. To say the bare minimum if it wasn’t for Tikki’s and surprisingly Adrien’s support, she doesn't know if she would be standing here, alive right now. 

Marinette needed a change of environment, so at fifteen she decided to take on Jagged’s offer to join him on tour, one of the best choices she ever made. She met Robin- actually Damian, totally by accident and might have or not mistaken him as a mugger, flipping him over with ease. Oops, well on the bright side her combat skills made the red traffic light vigilante fall even more deeply in love, with how he puts it “a blue eyed angel.” Unknown to her, the Bats had a night full of laughter afterwards, teasing their little grumpy brother. 

The spotted, mostly black covered heroine was pulled away from her thoughts as she felt a gentle kiss on her forehead. Looking back up at the green eyed vigilante, she smiled. 

“I got you. Stay safe”

“You know it”, kissing him gently on his lips before pulling away to find a place to recharge.  

“Aww. Lil D, get a room already!” 

Robin glared at his brother in return and simply stated with a smog smile, “We already have one.” 

An explosion was heard in the distance and before the bat duo ran towards it Dick chuckled, “Some things never change.”

 Damian vividly remembers their search for Marinette after the Rogues were defeated. The fight lasted for about 30 more minutes with his wife never returning back to the battlefield.

“Alfred, did Marinette return back home” 

“No she didn’t. I can’t track her either, she isn’t transformed.” 

A worried glance was shared between the Bats as Damien rushed to the roofs. 

“Damian!” He turned around and his face said it all. Only once had Jason seen his brother this worried and it was during the birth of Thomas, when he went to check on him in the bathroom. Damian usually suppressed his emotions and before Marinette came along they never even saw him smile. Him openly showing distress just reinforced their already set plan.

“We are coming along.” 

“Yea and don’t you think you are in this alone. Newsflash this is Pixie-pop we are talking about!” 

“We are going to find her,” Nightwing said as he approached Robin placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Let's split up to cover more ground.” 

They ended up searching throughout Gotham with no lead until Tikki came flying straight into Robin and Nightwing as they were rooftop jumping. She recalled what she witnessed and lead  them back to where Marinette was chained against her will, but it was too late. 

“Robin over here!” 

“Tikki! Where is Marinette !?” 

“She landed in an ally to de-transform and while I was eating we got ambushed from all sides.” Her breathing started becoming more forced and she was now rapidly spitting out random sentence fragments. 

“Tikki look into my eyes and count to 10.” Damian knew they had no time to waste but after helping Marinette through many previous panic attacks, especially early on in their relationship he understood the importance of calming down the little goddess before moving on. Tikki followed the commands and slowly started evening her breathing. 

“Marinette defended herself well but there were so many and you could just feel the tiredness radiating off of her. It was a matter of time when the masked man saw an opportunity, hit her on the back and pinned her down.” Fresh tears started to leak but the spotted goddess kept speaking, “I was hiding in her jacket and must have lost consciousness because the next thing I remember is waking up to see my holder chained and beaten up. Blood… she was covered with blood. With a shaky breath she told me that her capturers are after the miraculous, that they still hadn’t figured out that it's the earrings and said that she wasn’t about to let them have it. She forced me to take them somewhere safe. I … I didn’t want to leave her but I heard someone entering in and made the mistake of looking into Marinette’s eyes. I fled with the earrings just as Mari’s screams filled the building.” 

The warehouse was abandoned. Broken glass was spread across the floor, chairs were flipped and strips of metal were everywhere. It was the aftermath of a fight. The vigilantes had arrived too late. All that was left behind was rope and fresh stains of blood.     

“They couldn’t have gone far!”

After days which turned into weeks and eventually months of intense searching, Marinette was proclaimed dead. Damian accepted the reality last, refusing to stop looking and went several nights without sleep. 

“Damian” Burce said as he entered into their library where his son was staring intensely at the map. The map of Gotham and neighboring cities was marketed up, all the possible locations of his daughter in law were triple checked and yet not even a single trace was found.

Without looking up Damian hummed waiting for Bruce to continue.  

“I know it's difficult to acknowledge the … the events that occurred but Damian you can’t just keep isolating yourself from the world around you.” 

“I … I can’t. You can’t just expect me to give up on her… I can’t just give up on her.” 

“Damian look at me” He stubbornly didn’t move and continued staring at the map. 

With a sigh the detective carried on, “Damian, son hear me out”

The addressed man slowly turned his head around, after all it wasn’t a daily occurrence that his birth father addressed him that way. Growing up Damian never really had a strong relationship with his father, sure they had they moments but it was usually just ‘listen, fight and defend.”

“Marinette was special to all of us [Damian didn’t miss the “was” but thought against interrupting him] heck if it wasn’t for her our family wouldn’t be standing the way we are now. She brought us together, showed us what it really means to be a family even though hers abandoned her.  She made me realize that my fathering methods towards you weren’t the best.” He chuckled at the memory of a young Marinette storming into his office not giving an ounce of care that she was yelling at the one and only Bruce Wayne inside his own building. Placing a hand on Damian’s shoulder he went on, “I know you care deeply about Marinette and that you are afraid of losing her but what about your family?  We all care about you but look at yourself Damian. You haven’t been eating, you’re running on zero sleep and didn’t come upstairs for the last few weeks. Heck, your brothers and Alfred have been taking care of a crying Thomas who keeps calling out for his parents. Your son misses you. I know this is a difficult time for you but you’re not the only one who is missing her. Let us be there for you and come out to support your son.” 

For the first time in months, Damian cried. He cried about allowing Marinette to go recharge on her own, about not arriving at the warehouse fast enough, about never being able to hear her angelic laugh again and not being there for his son during his mother’s absence. He decided that from now on he is going to take care of his son just how Marinette would have wanted him to.

It's been exactly four years and here Damian stood staring at Marinette’s tombstone, hugging his five year old son tightly as tears formed around his eyes.   

In memory of Marinette Cheng- Wayne 

A loving wife, mom and in law

20XX  

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I blame all the maribat writers for pulling me into this hole of maribat shippers that I can’t get out of. This is my contribution to the daminette fandom :) 

For now this is a one-shot but I do have some ideas for a continuation.

** English isn’t by best subject so sorry for the grammatical incorrections- I tired 

[just-another-thundermans-blog]

All Alone - Chapter 1 Part I

[A/N: Hey guys! This is a fic that I wrote a while back (mid June) and it's actually the first contribution I made for his fandom! You can find it on both AO3 and FF.net!

And now, I've decided to post it on Tumblr! I hope you enjoy!]

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Summary: Today was going to be a normal day at Hiddenville! Until it wasn't.

[Or, in which Max Thunderman deals with loss and grief with no one to support him.]

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TRIGGER WARNING:  CHARACTER DEATH, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF DEAD PEOPLE, BLOOD AND INJURY, SUCCESSFUL SUICIDE (Later on), SHOCK, AND TRAUMA!

IF ALL OF THIS TRIGGERS YOU, THEN DON'T READ FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY!

-0-

Today was going to be a normal day.

He woke up, went through his daily routine, ate breakfast, and then headed on his merry way to the hellhole that they call 'school'.

Now, he wouldn't exactly call himself a star student (not by any means) but (while he wanted to take today off), as per school law, an extra day of absence on his part would catapult him straight into summer school.

Ridiculous.

So, as he made his way towards Hiddenville High at a leisurely pace, tardiness not at all on his mind, Max Thunderman smirked ('Villains don't smile , Maxie.').

Yup. Today was going to be a pretty normal day at school.

-0-

School was boring (as usual-). Today just seemed extra… dull for some reason. It felt like there was some sort of heaviness that lied heavily within his gut and it was making him uneasy. It was probably just him being bored. Yeah- That. 

However, no matter what he tried, nothing seemed to alleviate the cloud of painfully dull boredom (?) that suddenly graced his soul. Not even the pranks he got to play on Bradford (and a few other teachers) managed to lift that stupid sensation off his chest.

So he went to pick on Phoebe! Nothing manages to cheer him up like picking on his (older) twin sister be it messing up her perfectly styled hair or flicking her ears ('Maximus Thunderman, for the last time, stop. It! ')

He went through the usual routine of teasing her about her new crush of the day (a boy named Jacob? Jason? Whatever-) and ruffling her hair ('Ha! You're so short I can easily do this !') until it was a mess of entangled strands. 

He smirked as she glowered at him through flyaway strands of hair and even managed a grin as she stomped away from him, dragging away Orange ('Cherry Max, it's Cherry!') with her.

That smirk dulled slightly, however, as the feeling of dullness and unfulfillness still weighed heavily on his chest. He reached up a hand to rub at his abdomen and frowned in irritation and slight anxiety.

Just what was going on? 

He almost felt worried for a second, but then shrugged it off. Must be a side effect of him staying up late inventing last night. 

(He knows that's not the case but it's easier than admitting that the boredom might just not be that.)

Today was a normal day.

-0- 

The school day didn't take long to proceed after that. 

He did notice though, as he made his way to the English classroom alone ('Hahaha, poor , little Max Thunderman! No friends and no talent! Super hero ?! More like Super zero !), that Phoebe was strictly not looking his way. She was frowning heavily and (even though it was apparent that she saw him and mentally acknowledged his presence) her eyes were looking anywhere but at him.

If that's not enough to tell him that she's angry at him, then maybe her dragging Orange ('For the last time Max, it's Cherry ! Cher-ry !') towards the farthest seats from him was a more probable sign.

Just maybe.

"Maximus Thunderman!" He snapped his head towards the fuming English teacher. Shoot. He wasn't paying attention.

"Yes, Mrs. Brown?" He replied, politely for the most part, as he gritted his teeth briefly. Gosh, this weird sense of dread (He was done pretending it was simply dull boredom .) was setting him on edge. At least his Thundersense was not blaring, that would've been bad .

"You haven't been paying attention to this lesson, were you young man?" The woman gritted out, her expression furious. What was up with her, he wondered as he stared blankly at the angry woman (did she really think he'd answer that question?).

Then it clicked. 

Oh right! She was one of the teachers who got caught up in yesterday's prank! It actually took effort to stop a smile from splitting his face and ruining his innocent expression. Dang, was that hard !

Apparently, he was taking too long to answer because the woman exhaled furiously through her nostrils and spun around, pen in hand. She jotted down God-knows-what on a small slip of paper before spinning around yet again (Gosh how is she not dizzy???) and slamming the slight slip on his desk. 

It was a note. To his parents. 

He peered at the angry teacher from underneath his eyelashes and pocketed the stupid thing. It would be a wonder if he even remembered the slip was there at all. 

The teacher remained standing there for a moment before gritting out, "You could use the time to pay attention and study instead of coming up with stupid pranks . Detention, Mr. Thunderman!"

Well, that escalated quickly. 

Not wanting to show how much it bothered him (not under that much scrutiny from the other students) Max silently nodded, looking as bored as he can be as the teacher glared at him one more time and spun around to finish her lesson.

Maybe today wouldn't be so normal after all.

-0-

Detention was… Painful.

Normally, he wouldn't mind the extra two hours of school. Most of the time he would sit alone and flip through his phone and maybe even finish his stupid school assignments (Gosh why were the letters dancing and floating around like this?!) as he waited for the time to pass.

Not like this though. That stupid feeling of dread that he had in his chest since the beginning of the day was so intense now it was almost burning. He couldn't hear anything past the buzz of panic in his ears as all his internal alarms blared to life .

He was sure that stupid Mrs. Brown was trying to talk to him but he wasn't in a good enough state of mind to do anything but stare and attempt to take deep, even breaths through the panic that was clogging his veins.

He tried everything to distract from the stupid feeling of fear and danger. He attempted to solve his homework but couldn't do much as the letters floated around his book in an almost mocking manner. 

Math was slightly better because the numbers stayed in their damn place , but between the underlying panic in his gut, the clamminess of his hands, and his tense muscles (Two pencils were snapped because of said muscles) he didn't get even past the simplest of problems.

It didn't take long for him to give up on school work and to try to take a nap (You can guess how that worked out.).

It seemed agonizingly slow but soon enough, an hour and a half passed. Feeling slight relief that he'd be out of school soon, Max toyed with his (third) pencil and attempted to calm down.

It was just half an hour. Yeah, he could do that. 

Or… well, he could have done it had it not been for the sudden, sharp tug that almost sent him flying out of his seat. 

The teacher who was standing (or- well- sitting .) guard on him raised an eyebrow at the sudden screech of his chair but soon overlooked it in favor of the magazine he was holding. 

Max didn't even get to catch his breath when the second tug hit him. This time he did get out of his seat, panting as his Thundersense went insane.

The teacher (what's-his-name) looked up sharply from his magazine and glowered at him, "Mr. Thunderman sit back down. "

But Max didn't hear him.

Between the sudden feeling of being dumped in an ice bath and the painfully urgent tug in his belly, Max couldn't hear a thing but the sound of the blood rushing to his ears and suspiciously familiar screams of panic.

"Mr. Thunderman!"

Max's head snapped up, his wide eyes fixating on the angry teacher. He blinked once before he licked his chapped lips and bolted out of the classroom.

Max thought he had heard the angry teacher yelling his name as he ran like a bat from hell away from school. His surroundings all blurred as he ran, nothing but his home, his family , on his mind. The tugging feeling got a bit sharper and Max tried his best to speed up even more.

Something was very wrong at home. 

'Oh God, please let them be okay, please- please-' 

He was probably garnering strange looks from running so fast. He didn't care. Maybe he should calm down and try to think it through. What was he thinking? Of course not! His family was in danger right now, so maybe he should be running faster than this. 

By the time he made it to his house, he was red in the face and panting hard. He didn't care nearly enough about that right now and he couldn't calm down, wouldn't calm down, until he saw all of his family well, alive, and breathing .

He didn't even bother with knocking as he all but broke the door down in his urgency. Looking around wildly, he saw no form of life in the suspiciously dark house (despite the daylight) which only made the alarm bells in his head blare louder .

"MOM?! MOOOM?!" He hollered at the top of his lungs, hoping for some kind of reaction, "MOM, DAD?!? PHOEBE, BILLY, NORA??!??!" Max yelled again, desperation and true fear being the only things he can clearly feel at the moment.

Quickly closing the door behind him, Max ran into the living room looking around for any form of life in the silent house-

And paused in sheer horror.

There, lying on the floor, were two bodies . Two very familiar bodies of the very people he was calling for a moment before.

Max couldn't believe his eyes. A slight whimper escaped his lips as he backpedaled in alarm. He yelped as he felt himself trip on something and was helpless to stop himself from hitting the ground butt first. He blinked slightly as the situation began to register a bit more in his horror-struck brain.

"Mom? Dad?" He mumbled weakly (he didn't even recognize the sound of his own voice -) feeling numb as he stared, wide-eyed, at his parents' prone bodies lying on the floor. He noticed (through the horror and choking terror) that they were both very still (something that simply didn't happen because Barb and Hank Thunderman were both so active and full of life.) and lifeless.

His Mom ('Oh sweetie, would you like some milk with that?') was lying on her side, her normally vibrant auburn locks looking dull as they lied on her face. Even in the dark, he could see that a disturbingly large patch of darkness was firmly staining her shirt and the ground beneath her.

His Dad, on the other hand, was lying on his back, his limbs sprawled around him in awkward angles. The man's body looked like it was used as a chew toy and (even though he was on the darker side of the room) it was very obvious which one of his parents sustained the most damage from whatever the hell happened here.

-0-

Next

[secretdonutcrusade-blog]

Our Staycation - Chapter 1

I know that my English writing skill can be unbearable sometimes. 

I got an overall 8.0 on IELTS yet my writing only a pathetic 6.0. 

My grammar might be poor and the transition between sentences could be awkward. 

I also thought about writing this in Mandarin, which is my mother tongue, and then later ask a friend to help translate into English. 

I could always ask Tom, my British “mate” who was always too nice not to say no to proofreading work.

Or I could ask Jason but he is usually too critical that I would end up being worked-up.

But if I do this, then it won't be entirely me telling you the story, right?

Chapter 1

I don't know... how many days has the word Virus been the top top search in our world?

It has different names now. Some people have shared the news saying the official name is SARI; some people call it "NEW GENERATION CORONAVIRUS"; some people call it “upgraded pneumonia”.

I have decided to call it Virus Unstable. RNA polymerase makes it like a bachelor of his best age: unwilling to settle down, likes to change their looks, most of the time toxic and gets bored when life is totally just fine.

My brain is clogged up, like the clouds outside my window. Dark, gloomy, heavy. It is like having a photo filter on everything in life now, except the filter is a black and white one.

The last day of our work before the Chinese New Year break, our German boss didn’t showed up. Although he disappears frequently without a notice, it is still quite odd for a boss man to just leave like that on New Year's Eve without saying Happy New Year to everyone.

Maybe he ran off. Maybe he just doesn't want to talk to us. Or maybe these two months our business is way too disappointing and he needs some therapy for a few days.

I do think he needs one now.

30 minutes ago, my coworker Jody sent me a WeChat message: Shanghai Government has officially announced NO returning to work before February 9.

Usually the Chinese New Year break is seven days, which is already a little too suffocating for most of us. We have to visit relatives whom we see only once a year, pretend we are enjoying, and sit in front of big round table with many boring and overpriced dishes. No fire crackers allowed, TV programs suck... We don't even buy new clothings for Chinese New Year anymore- that was the only part that I always looked forward to when I was little. The New Year Eve dinner in my family only takes three participants now. It usually ends up with my mom staring at the TV, my dad gazing at the rice and I keep looking at my phone.

However, everything is different this year, with Virus Unstable.

It is like using a napkin to get rid of the gum on the bottom of your shoe. It just gets more and more gross.

I haven't gone out in days. 

I decided to go to Jing'an Temple area this afternoon. I don’t know where else to go to. I am not used to sitting at home. Not at all.

Line 3, for the first time in my life, had only few people on the train. I never noticed how the seats are covered with all kinds of stains before. The forever shining Gucci LOGO at the Reel Mall on West Nanjing Road is sadly dim. Pretty much all restaurants are closed. It took me a while to find a hotdog place. I was wearing a mask and the waiter too. I had to repeat my order for three times. 

Warmth and happiness kicked in after swallowing bunch of food. 

No door to door delivery service these days. If you want to pick up your delivery, you have to put on coat and mask to go to the main gate of your neighborhood. This is the bad news of the bad news. Every young Chinese’s life is entirely built upon deliver app. I can't even tell you how sad I was when I figured my favourite restaurant changed their menu.

Now everywhere you go, you see the new motto: Wear a mask in public! Do NOT party! Do NOT visit your relatives! Stay IN! This is the contribution for our country now!

Well OK I am going back now. I walked to the subway station feeling down.

The door of Line 2 opened and I immediately realized this is the line coming from the Railway Station and Airport. That’s why there are more passengers on this train, with luggage and all kinds of masks on their face. 

Blue, black, white.

Surgical ones, N95, Cotton ones, pitta ones...Wait, pitta ones don’t work!

I imagine our team leader Frank is now regretting that he rejected my proposal of posting an article of comparing different kinds of masks last month. 

"We should list the ones that don't smudge the makeup and the ones that go with most winter coats." 

Frank is American. He is usually quite polite with me so he just blinked his eyes and paused for a second.

"I will think about it."

I know that means rejection.

The last day before the New Year break, I wore my mask to work. This was when coronavirus became a bomb on social media for the first time. I didn’t know what it really was but I knew I didn’t want to get sick.

The journey always takes longer time than usual with a mask on the face. You have to smell your own breath and deal with the moist on your nose and chin. It is not comfy.

"Hi." Frank said to me after I sat down. "How's your lung?"

"My lung?" I didn't know how to react. "But I am not sick. Do you know about the coronavirus?"

"I think you are overreacting."

"But this is what we are supposed to do." I took off my scarf and the absurdly heavy winter coat, which is a necessity in Shanghai in January. "Yesterday I heard an Ayi (an middle-aged lady) saying to a guy, why is everyone wearing a mask now? If we die, we die. Big deal. Why so many people afraid of death?"

Frank looked at me.

I continued to say:"... and then the big guy standing next to her said, we don't care about your being dead or not. We care about not infecting other people.”

This was a great response. I wanted to applaud him that time.

"Hm. I agree with Ayi." Frank said and then turned his head away.

OK. Am I really overreacting?

At this moment, our social media is soaked up with the virus from how serious it can get, the pictures of the wild life animals in the Wuhan seafood market where the break-out occurred to the pictures of the bat soup and even small head bone of the bat. Goose bumps is just minor reaction after reading all those posts.

Everyone believes the reason of the break-out was some irresponsible asshole idiot ate a bat.

"Bats look like that to tell human NOT to eat them."

"The old saying goes all diseases come from eating. Why so many people still neglect that?"

"One person's mistake is making the whole world to pay the price."

Yes, mostly the comments are like these.

I received a new WeChat message.

It is from Davey.

"Feel like half of my friends are in Japan now."

I smiled. Davey is my best friend. We grew up together.

“And the other half are in Thailand?”

Line 2 arrives at a new station, a girl walks in and I spotted her cooling pad on the forehead. I couldn't help running away as fast as possible, and then finally I got off. "I already shut down my moments. I can't bear to see all those every freaking minute. It is so nerve-wrecking." I replied to Davey.

This is totally true. Not just me. I have a friend who has a two year old son. Her moment two days ago was like this:

“I am so scared. Every day with all the information about the virus, true or false, right or wrong, I don't know what to do besides start hoarding the food and hygienic products. I can only tell myself, things will get better...”

I don't have a son and I am still scared. I don't usually get scared over things like this. 

Panic is a good friend of Virus Unstable and it is eating us up without spitting out the bones.

Davey's message shows up on the screen.

"By the way, I have signed the contract, and paid the money."

Ah, Davey. And his choice.

I walked out of the subway station, an ambulance passed by me.

Here is the long unexpected staycation in front me.

Why not write about me and Davey?