#assassin kids

[the-stray-storyteller]

Defenders : Chapter 5

Warning: Bullying, and being unhappy with the way you look (I can't fricking remember the word), slight language

Chapter 1 Chapter 4 Chapter 6

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1 Week 

Location : Middle Village, Queens

Ivy let out an annoyed groan when nothing came out of the foundation bottle no matter how much she squeezed it. She still had to cover up the ghastly amount of freckles on her arms. She looked into the bathroom mirror, a sigh escaping her body. Even after a couple of months of learning how to wear foundation the twelve-year-old still couldn’t get it right. She wasn’t sure if it was the shade of the foundation, the brand or just her skill; she couldn’t get it to look right on her skin. She threw the empty bottle into the dustbin and walked out of the bathroom.

“Hey, at least there was enough in the bottle to cover up my face,” she mumbled, pulling out the first full-sleeved baggy shirt she could find in her closet, “ I can’t exactly cover my face with clothing now can I?” She grabbed her school bag and walked down the stairs. She let her eyes trail the frames on the wall. PhD certificates belonging to both her mom and dad, photos, drawings she made when she was three and every single blue ribbon she won. Ivy let her eyes linger on a picture of her mom for a few seconds, tracing her happy smile and chasing the memory behind the image. She could smell the tang of citrus fruit coming from the kitchen.

 Her eyes strayed to the newspaper on the dining table, she didn’t bother to read it.

“Mornin’ dad.” Ivy let out a small smile, watching her dad pour her a glass of freshly made orange juice. Her dad looked up and his smile lasted only a couple of seconds. The corners of his mouth turned down into a frown when he noticed that she had covered up her freckles. Ethan Lynn was quick to hide the frown disguising it with a smile and pushing his thick glasses up his nose . Ivy made herself a bowl of cereal, shoving spoonfuls into her mouth. She chugged down the orange juice, pushed her glasses up her nose and took a deep breath forcing herself out of the door.

 She waited for her school bus, fingers fiddling with the straps on her bag. Her hair fell in front of her face, she didn’t push it away. The morning was cold, with only a couple of streams of sunlight passing through the clouds. The bus was crowded. Most people weren’t awake yet and had slept off with their heads against the window. The boy beside Ivy was reading an article on his phone about the Enhanced, the mutated super-powered human beings. The title ‘Should They Be Contained?’ was staring at her in bold letters. Ivy craned her neck slightly to see more of what was written. With a lot of difficulties, she caught a couple of words like dangerous, unpredictable and power hungry before the boy switched to youtube.

That's when the bus stopped and she climbed in. Ivy would never forget that day. The girl’s footsteps were unnervingly silent. Her shoulders squared and dark eyes scanned everybody. The students turned away from her gaze. Everyone shifted awkwardly making sure there was no place left on their seats. Jealousy twisted in Ivy’s chest. It wasn’t fair that this girl was so confident on her first day. 

“Are you a boy?” Someone’s mocking shout reached her ears. The girl’s short pudding-coloured hair was misleading. She turned her head towards the sound. Ivy waited eagerly for some sort of anger or insult to flash across her face but nothing came. 

“No. I identify as a female.” Her voice was flat. The jealousy turned to spite.

Ivy stared at the girl searching for any sort of emotion. Her face was unreadable like a rock. The type of unreadable that reminded Ivy of Captain Ray Holt from Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Ivy stared a little too long, the girl had made her way to Ivy’s seat and Ivy had forgotten that the seat next to hers was empty. She sat down. Ivy turned her head towards the window trying her best to ignore her.

“Hello.” The same flat voice, Ivy wondered who she was talking to. She felt a tap on her shoulder.  

The girl was talking to her. Shit.

“Hello,” she repeated this time waving stiffly.

“Hi. Ivy Lynn.” Ivy turned back to the window not wanting to continue the conversation any further. The girl however did not take the hint and continued to speak. She had started talking about the reviews the school had gotten. Her sentences were short and cut to the point. Ivy listened and nodded out of politeness. A head turned back from the seat in front of her. The boy’s smile was lopsided and Ivy shrunk into her seat knowing what would happen now.

“Don’t waste your time on her, idiot can’t spell things properly and probably can’t understand you either.” Ivy felt the cold laugh of his peers sink into her. The girl was probably judging her now. Ivy imagined her cold eyes glinting with amusement and a laugh starting to bubble at the base of her throat. She put her head down feeling her heartbeat start to increase and the walls starting to cave in. Ivy swallowed hard trying to prepare herself for the inevitable mockery.

“Hello, what is your name?” Ivy’s head snapped up at the polite greeting.

“Liam Quinn, yours?”

“Ren Weiting.” The way she had said her name sounded like her tongue was foreign to the syllables. Her last and first names didn’t match in Ivy’s head properly. Liam hummed in thought.

“Why don’t you sit with us, Ren?” He pointed at the free seat next to him.

“The bus driver told me not to get up while we were moving.”

“It really doesn't matter. Bus is moving slower than a snail anyways.”

“I would rather not get into trouble.”

“Suit yourself.” He shrugged but continued to talk with her. Ivy sank into her seat again, happy to be ignored. Occasionally she would eavesdrop on their conversation. A very one-sided conversation led by Liam. But the girl talked enough for Ivy to find out she was older than the ten-year-old by two years and she had been homeschooled. Liam kept talking non-stop and if Ivy didn’t know any better Ren seemed a bit lost. When the bus stopped she quickly ran away, hiding in the crowd of students.

English had Ivy in tears. The first problem was the substitute teacher’s handwriting, she was not used to it. When she finally managed to read all the topics the teacher came and scolded her for wasting time. Now her page was covered in scratch marks and illegible handwriting making Ivy think that a chicken with ink-covered feet had danced all over her page. She angrily scratched out another word she believed that she had spelt wrong. The frustration sent her mind into a volatile state. Her fingers rapped on the table earning annoyed looks from the people sitting next to her. She bit the inside of her cheek, feeling the skin peel off slightly. Ivy could feel the teacher’s disapproving stare at her, she could feel the teacher ready to get up and yell at her once again this time louder. Ivy looked over the rim glasses, the teacher's shape blurry to her eyes. She could barely make out the teacher slowly getting up from her seat even so she could feel the searing touch of her livid gaze on her skin. Ivy bolted up before the teacher could open her mouth.

“Washroom!” It came out quickly and louder than she had expected.

“May I use the washroom?” She tried again, going for a slower and gentler tone. The teacher raised an eyebrow, keeping Ivy waiting for an answer. Ivy felt her body relax when the teacher pulled out a hall pass from her desk. She covered her sheet making sure no one could peek in and see her messy work and made her way to receive the hall pass.

She splashed the cold water on her face, silently wondering which stall she would hide in. Ivy didn’t usually try to avoid school like this most of the time she did her best. Today however was just a bad day. First, her foundation had gotten over. Then someone spilled water all over her. After that, a student had borrowed her homework to copy it and never gave it back so she could submit it. Now that thief was nowhere to be found and her teacher was angry at her. She splashed her face once again and looked down into the sink only to see peach-coloured water run down the drain.

“Didn’t I buy a waterproof foundation?” She muttered. Ivy put her glasses back on and looked in the mirror. The foundation was now patchier than before and her hair was all over the place. 

“Which asshole said redheads look good?” Ivy patted her frizzy nest-like hair down with water trying to tame it as much as possible.

“Beauty is both an opinion and a relative term.” Ivy heard a scream, it might have been her own. It was probably her own seeing that no one else was over here. Her head whipped towards one of the closed stalls. How long had that door been closed again?

“Who’s there?” Ivy heard a latch come undone and Ren stepped out from the stall.

“How long have you been there?”

“About twenty-five minutes,” the girl took small steps towards her, “I don’t like Liam.” Her sentences were short and honest. Ivy didn’t know much about her. She didn’t know what Liam had done to make an enemy. However, she did know that no girl who spent twenty-five minutes in the school’s bathroom was okay. Ivy walked to the corner and sunk down to the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest. The silence was uncomfortable. Ivy could hear water dripping from a leaky tap. The bathroom had a distant smell of tobacco. Ren stood still observing her silently. Ivy had first labelled her stillness as overconfidence but now there was something tense about it. Something that seemed to push against the thick atmosphere. Her stillness was not poise, it was obliviousness and confusion. Ivy bit her cheek trying to push back a glad smile. This girl was most likely just as much as nervous as herself. Ivy patted the floor on her side. Ren sat down, the cowlicks in her hair flattening against the wall.

“I am not stupid, just so you know.” Ivy started she didn’t want the girl to think anything else. She would have to explain her condition to her.

“I know, you wouldn’t be in high school if you were. I have observed that Liam Quinn tends to take the vaguest understanding of a concept and derive a false conclusion from it. Is it a learning disability?” Ivy kept completely still processing the way Ren talked.

“Mild dyslexia.” Ren hummed in response. Ivy waited for her to say something, waiting for her to start a conversation. Ren kept her mouth shut. Ivy concluded that she would have to do it. She went through her memories trying to grasp any information about Ren on which she could start a conversation. Ren was homeschooled, wasn’t she?

“What do you think of school?”

“One observation will leave space for errors and won’t give an accurate reading.” Ivy suppressed another smile, this girl was a weirdo like her.

“I suppose it does not,” Ivy wracked her brains for something else, “Okay why are you in the bathroom?” Ivy wanted to take the words back, they were a little too straightforward. 

“I don’t know what to do.” A straightforward answer to a straightforward question.

“Good idea coming to the bathrooms then. It's a good escape.” Ivy turned her head towards the younger and found Ren staring at her. Ren brought up her hand and pushed Ivy’s glasses up her nose. Ivy touched her glasses gently, not sure how to respond to the gesture.

“Thanks. I guess?”

Ivy tried again for a conversation, taking note of how she was the one who had to keep it going. She observed how Ren would only talk when she was questioned. She would always give short answers, to the point and never deviating from the topic. Just like her answers Ivy needed to ask specific questions. Ivy really couldn’t tell how much Ren liked her but she was starting to like the ten-year-old. 

They talked for what seemed like forever. They talked in the school’s bathroom, sitting on the floor with their backs against the wall. They missed several periods and the sound of the school bell. Ren let out smiles at Ivy’s jokes. Ivy showed polite yet genuine laughs at Ren’s slightly stiff ones. They stopped when a girl in her senior year stepped into the bathroom. Her mouth curled up in disgust at the sight of the two girls. Her eyes traced Ivy’s figure eyeing her full-sleeved dress. “Aren’t you a little too fat for that?” She pointed at Ivy. Behind her, the students rushing towards the cafeteria could be heard. Ivy got ready to walk away but Ren spoke up.

“Why did you get reprimanded for ‘vulgar actions’ by my science teacher in the corridor?” The girl opened and closed her mouth, unable to answer the question. Ren on the other hand asked it as if it were a perfectly innocent question. Ivy snorted, immediately clasping a hand over her mouth. Ren’s stomach growled loudly and Ivy used it as an excuse. “I think we need to get to the cafeteria before they are left with only scraps.” She grabbed Ren and pulled her out of the washroom.

The moment they stepped out, they were pulled towards the cafeteria by the sea of students. Ivy heard Ren’s stomach growl loudly again. Ivy let out a small laugh.

“Didn’t take you for a person with such an appetite.” Ren was petite for her age. She looked even smaller in that oversized team jacket she was wearing, the name Aloisi printed on the back. The thing was old and worn out. Ivy wondered who it belonged to. 

“Didn’t eat breakfast today.”

“What? Why?”

“I was in a hurry.”

“Okay let's go get you some lunch then.” She looped her arms through the younger’s and dragged her awkwardly to lunch.

Ivy closed the door to her house with her foot. Her feet brushed against the soft carpet. The smell of the flowers she had planted outside lingered in the hallway. She heard the crunch of the newspaper from inside. Her dad had stayed home today. 

“You home gardener?”

“Ye!” Ivy yelled back smiling at her nickname. She rushed into the living room and wrapped her hands around her dad, locking him in a hug.

“Do you mind getting some tomatoes from the garden? I was thinking we could have soup for dinner.”

“Of course.”

The garden was a familiar place to her. The feel of the damp soil on her hands, the touch of the afternoon sun on her neck and the smell of fertiliser. Her mom had helped her make it and her mom used to help in keeping it in top condition. The backyard garden was her safe place. Repotting plants and watering the roots always calmed her nerves. She knelt near the tomatoes and brought her hand up to one. Ivy frowned. She could see green and orange patches and they weren’t nearly as big as she wanted them to be. Ivy liked to wait for her plants to grow by themselves but she also wanted to have her dad’s famous tomato soup for dinner. Maybe bring some for Ren the next day. 

Ivy pressed her hand down into the soil, letting her fingers slip into it and closed her eyes. She let the world fade away and she felt the energy of the plant flowing up her fingers like a little stream of water. She spoke to it softly under her breath asking the tomatoes to grow. When she opened her eyes the unripe tomatoes had turned plump and red. The plants had grown half a foot taller and the grass around her feet had become wilder.

[obliviouspoptart]

can we talk about how a broadcasted american presidential assassination attempt and Y2K happened not even a week apart

we don’t even live in interesting times anymore, we live in enthralling times

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

AU where Jason comes back to Gotham and begins his plan to confront Batman and all that. Except after only like a week the Joker gets hit by a bus and then shot by a little old lady with a shotgun and dies.

Jason’s plan is now in shambles because the dramatic climax of his plan is no longer possible. But that’s fine. He’ll think of some other suitable alternative. Granted, it’s not quite the same if he uses some other villain. Making Batman choose doesn’t mean nearly as much when it’s not about the person who killed him.

And really, is he going to try and get Batman to kill Black Mask or something? Scarecrow? Red Hood is competent; he could do it himself so why bother.

So Jason lays low continues to build his criminal empire with astounding speed and efficiency. If only he could think of a good way to announce his return. Nothing he can think of is dramatic enough.

Meanwhile, the Bats are freaking out because who is this guy that’s taken over half of the Gotham underworld in like a month? He’s obviously trained, but they just can’t seem to get any information on who he is or where he came from. It is beyond frustrating.

After a few months Jason is frustrated that he just can’t seem to find any dramatic good way of making Batman prove himself. It has to be something big! Something magnificent!

During his weekly chat with Talia he complains about his problems and she suggests he come back for a visit. He argues that he can’t just leave, but she says if he has competent enough lieutenants it’d be fine. He spends the next three weeks making sure that everything will be fine if he leaves for a week. He will not have all of his hard work falling apart and going to waste due to incompetence. Absolutely not.

So then once his lieutenants are sufficiently prepared (and the rest of Gotham’s criminal element sufficiently cowed), he heads to Nanda Parbat, only to find Ra’s on the phone with Bruce, who is demanding to know if the Red Hood has any affiliation with the league.

Oh. Oh. He can give them affiliation.

A new plan begins to form.

He’s going to be the most affiliated he can be. Jason immediately goes to Talia with his newest plan: Overthrow Ra’s and takeover the league. Talia whips out her forty step outline for overthrowing Ra’s and tells Jason she’s so proud of him.

Jason has a new goal now, so he gets to work. He checks on things in Gotham, but everything seems to be fine and there haven’t been any unplanned explosions so it should be fine if he stays here for a bit.

Taking over Gotham really was good practice, as it turns out. Thanks to Talia’s plans and previous foundational efforts the takeover happens in no time.

Meanwhile the bats are still freaking out. Red Hood hasn’t been seen in three weeks, he may or may not have league of assassins connections, and even in his absence his goons seem to be managing things competently.

Back in Nanda Parbat, Jason and Talia finish their takeover. And now, finally, he’s ready to confront Batman.

He arrives in Gotham as the new head of the league. His arrival is loud, elaborate, and dramatic enough to fulfill his inner theater kid’s dreams.

Batman is speechless. And not his usual grunts instead of words, but actual surprised speechless. Jason is alive?!?!?!?

Jason was not expecting all the tears. And hugs. And mother henning. Goodness gracious, this was not part of the plan.

Bruce is obviously struggling with Jason’s revelation that he took over the league, but the newest little birdie seems almost relieved at that(?) and Dick and Alfred both seem strangely proud. Whatever. Even Bruce seems to be at least mostly ignoring that for now.

Then someone asks him if he knows Red Hood. Jason blinks. Says that yeah, he knows Red Hood. Everyone seems to ease at that. One mystery solved. Jason quickly realizes that most of them have no idea he is Red Hood. Cass seems to be the only exception but also appears amused and willing enough to not mention it.

Dramatic appearance complete, Jason now has a new goal: see how long he can keep the bats (minus Cass and potentially Alfred) in the dark about his crime boss identity.

He will bribe Cass as much as it takes to keep her on board with the causing chaos plan, but she seems eager enough. Favorite sibling status definitely unlocked. (The whole killing thing is fought over at great length and a truce of sorts is eventually made)

David Cain is never heard from again.

Damian shows up at some point.

At least one league member has suddenly found themselves as an HR rep for Gotham criminals? They’re still not quite sure how that happened.

[goingtoast]

demon twins

[kartsie]

Jason’s greatest weakness: angry babies with knives

[anjanahalo]

Potential DPxDC Prompt

Danny survived high school with his identity intact. It wasn't easy, and it involved "Phantom" making a deal with his parents to help fight the ghosts in return for their amnesty if permanent banishment back to the ghost zone, but no one was getting zapped or gooped or vivisected, so it's all great! Meanwhile Danny Fenton, though his life, has perfected a near universal stain remover that's not just effective even post-washing, but is also environmentally friendly (thanks ghost zone chemists for working even after death on your craft). He decides to submit it to the Wayne Foundation's Innovations of the Future contest for a potential scholarship (Jazz was already teleprompting him from her college in sending out at least ten essays a week for scholarships from other sources). He gets a full ride to the University of Gotham, along with a hefty contract for exclusive rights to his stain remover formula. The issue? Danny knows the product includes a short-lived form of ectoplasm to work, and he is very, very hesitant to allow something as big as Wayne Corp to learn about that. His parents and their zeal caused so much harm just wanting to learn about the Ghost Zone. How dangerous would it be for an Entire Corporation, whose business is to exploit for gain, to learn about it? He didn't think this scholarship application through, did he? Meanwhile Batco is horrified and aghast that a civilian not only sent in something with Lazarus water in it for a fuckin' scholarship, it is actually useful for something besides raising the dead!

[charlietheepicwriter7]

"Nightwing."

Dick froze halfway across a rooftop, the lights and gunshots of Bludhaven disappearing in an instant. A scowl flashed across his face, teeth clenched and bared, before he forced it back. His face smoothed back out and his voice took on a pleasant, amused tone. "Slade. How did you get this frequency?"

"Nevermind that," Slade scolded. "We have more important things that need discussing, and information to be revealed."

"Is this about Constantinople?" He asked with a lilt, propping one hand on his hip. "Because I thought I told you, those geese totally counted as villains and deserved arrest--"

"I found a child vigilante. What do I do with it?"

"Ex-cuse me?" His fist clenched. "Is this a trick question?"

"No."

"What do you mean, 'what do I do with it?' You know what to do with it; you become its nemisis when their 15 and haunted them for the next decade." His voice was thinly-veiled rage. He couldn't stop himself from shaking. That poor kid, Slade has his sights set on them. He's going to torture that kid, or worse, and now I have to track Slade's trail back to wherever he found this kid--

"I can't do that! He's only eight years old!"

"What?"

"There's this eight year old meta brat running around a Mid-West town in his pajamas while adults shoot at him. There isn't a mentor in sight, and one of the kid's rogues has threatened to skin him. What. Do. I. Do?"

[vaguely-concerned]

are. are you telling me that if the romanced mage warden dies and alistair is king, he deadass stares greagoir down over her dead body and grants the circle of ferelden its autonomy after ordering it rebuilt somewhere safer. first you have to deliberately leave him behind so he won't die for you and then he does that for you once you're gone, even when you're broken up??? absolute and literal king behaviour of the highest order????? the actions speak louder than words of it all??????? I think I hauve covid

[bluerosefox]

Test Tube Babies, Spleens, and Fruitloop Father?! NOPE. No thanks.

Danny and Ellie take a small, reincarnation, vacation from their duties in the Infinite Realms (King Danny and his most trusted Knight/Princess Ellie). Don't worry, they leave the Realms in good hands (Jazz, Pandora, Frostbite, CW, etc, basically Danny's main council takes over for a few years)

They both weren't expecting to wake up in an assassin cult though.... Nor to find out they're five year old twins now... Twin, somewhat clones of the leader and this guy Red Robin their 'father' is kinda obsessed with....

Great their 'father' is an insane assassin leader fruitloop and their 'dad' is named after a fast food joint... whose barely out of his teens btw.

Danny al Ghul Danyal, cast a glance as his full blooded and twin sister this time around Helen Ellie al Ghul who rolled her eyes as they listened to their 'father' ramble on and on about their 'dad' and how they were created to be his heir (Danny mostly, though he had plans on Ellie going to be trained to be his body guard by someone named Lady Shiva soon)

Yeah, no. Ellie dealt with one evil fruitloop father who cloned her once before, she's not dealing that again or falling for the 'I created thus I love you but not really' bs. They need to leave, like yesterday.

Hopefully their 'dad' is... okay he doesn't need to be okay with it at first but hopefully comes around to it, okay with the two of them showing up on his doorstep soon.

And you know what, they're gonna bring him a gift.

His spleen. Yeah it'll be good to give that back to him.

Since you know that was how they got clones to begin with... Maybe don't leave your DNA with people that can make clones next time.

[digitaldoeslmk]

what if Mei gets a hologram/spirit form, but it's like in New Gods and it's her god-body manifesting :3

[bi-scottsummers]

Kenji Sato + nervous habits — finger tapping & leg bouncing

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Damian, who has just lost the last member of his family, goes off the deep end and, in a fit of violent rage, goes tumbling through a portal and back in time.

Jason doesn’t know how the scary guy with the gunshot wound became his problem but he’s not heartless enough to leave him to bleed out beside some dumpster in Crime Alley.

[aflamboyanceofflamingos]

Tim and the Lex Luthor this, Tim and Lady Shiva that-

Give me Tim and Darkseid. You don't just deliver coal to the biggest supervillain without some banter and I need to see it

[littlefankingdom]

I knew that Bruce was full of anger as a young teen, always starting fights at school, but I learnt today that he also:

Burnt his teacher's front yard after being asked a question that triggered him.

Was obsessed with toy guns and wanted to go gun down criminals, which led to Gordon taking him on a trip to Arkham (not as a prisoner, but as a "Wanna finish like this???")

Poisoned a classmate and locked him in the boiler room to die (he didn't and Bruce was expelled) after Alfred told him to be less physical and more smart at stopping bullying.

And this was before he was 15. People must have thought he was going to become a serial killer.

Anyway, I need fics where his kids learn this OR have to deal with "violence is not the question, it's the answer" small Bruce.

[holmsister]

My closest royal councellor, a 20-something deadly warrior with enchanting blue eyes and uncompromising morals: sorry for saying that thing about assassinating you if you turned out to be evil I made things weird

Me, who got so hard at the idea of being mortally seduced by him during an honeypot scheme to kill me I almost passed out: I think I have food pouisoning

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 115

“Seriously old man?” the rumbling voice nearly caused Tim to jump, his eyes darting away from where Ras was sitting, the Al Ghul almost seeming to perk. It was kind of hard to miss the man… teen… being? It was kind of hard to miss the owner of the voice what with how their hair looked like it was on fire. 

They motioned around at well, everything, crimson eyes looking exasperated. “Really?” They were definitely motioning towards him, interrupting Ras when he opened his mouth to talk. “No, I don’t want to hear it, I swear- Did he kidnap you?” That was definitely aimed at him. 

“N-no?” Tim was feeling slightly unbalanced and may be on hour sixty without sleep at this point, if the hour long nap was counted. “I need help finding my not-dad who's lost in time.” 

The being let out a strangled noise that Tim could nearly swear was almost another one, but couldn’t vocalize his slurred thoughts as the dude muttered something, motioning around as though he was tempted to strangle something or someone. 

Ras cleared his throat, looking almost awkward which was how Tim knew he had to be dreaming or drugged. Probably drugged. “Jordan, how good to see you, it’s been so long-”

“Can it Pops,” the being-named-Jordan scoffed, finger pointing towards the Demon’s Head. “Moms still pissed and isn’t coming back any time soon with you still pulling this shit.” 

Tim felt his brain stall, process for a moment, then process some more over what he just heard before his mouth ran before it could catch up. “Ras is married???”