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Becoming My Own Hero-Olicity & Robstar Crossover Fic

Ight. I’m making this the go to place to find alllllllll the links to my story because tumblr has this astounding ability to make my story impossible to find. Even using my own hashtag I have difficulty finding it!

So here we go. The links to all 7 chapters of Becoming My Own Hero:

Full Synopsis:

Oliver Queen Felicity Smoak had a daughter named Star Gabrielle Queen. On the night of her 8th birthday, her life changes forever. She is kidnapped by ARGUS and is recruited by Amanda Waller to protect the earth from Aliens, like Superman. But the genetic mutation she undergoes makes her stronger than they thought. To hide their mistake, they send her to her home planet Tamaran. Years later, the Justice League needs help from the Titans. The Titans head to Star City to assist in taking down a greater enemy, but how will Starfire handle being home after 11 years of being away, and her family believing that she would never come back?

This is a slow moving story. If you can tell by the publish date, I’ve been working on this for 3 years. A lot has happened that I haven’t been able to keep up with this story, but I’m trying to do better.

I hope you guys enjoy this story and my latest chapter!

As always, Happy Reading!

Chapter 7

Trained Pt.2

I can’t believe this is happening

For as long as Robin could remember he’d always had some sort of attraction to Starfire. Don’t get him wrong, its undeniable that she is this beautiful person, but standing there with his arms around her, deepening their ‘first’ kiss was blinding. He hadn’t truly realized how much he cared about her, how much she means to him, how much this could ruin everything.

What if they broke up? Would she still be his friend? Would she leave the Titans and never come back? Would she go home!?

Robin abruptly pulls back, allowing his doubts to control him, and puts Starfire at arm’s length. Starfire gives him a hurt expression and steps away from him, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Richard?”

He opens his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. He’s standing there like a fish out of water.

Starfire feels her whole world come crashing down.

How could he…I’m so stupid.

Not waiting for the ‘we’re teammates and shouldn’t date’ conversation, she turns her back on him and reaches for the elevator button. Once it reaches the ground floor she walks inside and finally turns to face a grief stricken Robin.

“I do understand why you wear the mask; you’re eyes tell a story the different than the actions. Night, Robin.”

The doors to the elevator closes and she lets her tears fall freely knowing he will never understand how much he hurt her tonight.

Down in the garage, Robin beats himself up for allowing Batman to continue to dictate his life.

“Dammit!” Robin punches the wall of the garage and immediately regrets it. He crumples back in pain, his hand throbbing. He can already feel the bruise spreading across his hand, creating deep shades of purple. But he doesn’t care. He finally had the opportunity to be happy for once in his life and he chose to listen to his hero side while standing there as Richard.

What did I do?

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Gotham 1996

“Mr. Wayne,” Bruce looks up from his desk taking note of his PR lady, whose name he can’t seem to remember; Rebecca? Leslie? “The press is ready for you.”

Bruce stands up from his desk, straightens his tie, and checks his hair one last time in his cabinet mirror before leaving his office with…Vickie, Vickie Vale!

“Thank you, Ms. Vale. Lead the way.” He smirks and winks at her, knowing how his charm needs to be on full blast for what he’s about to do. He gestures for her to walk out of his office first and follows behind, adjusting his cufflinks as they make theie way to the conference room.

The large windowed room held Gotham’s top reporters from: Gotham Gazzett, Channel 9, The Gotham Times, and Gotham News Network. The first wave of flashes startled Bruce, it’s been many years since he was exposed to the media, and having all these news stations here today is jarring compared to his secluded life back in Nada Parbat.

“Mr. Wayne, is it true you are the Batman?”

“Mr. Wayne, did cha’ really crash your new Bentley?”

“Mista Wayne, are you single?”

Bruce takes a deep breath, allowing himself to adjust back to his playboy swagger; concealing the person whom only a select few know. He opens his arms wide and smiles dazzlingly to the press, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I understand my disappearance has been hard on everyone in Gotham, especially the single ladies.” He winks at Vickie again, making her blush, and continues, “I know my families influence in Gotham is important. And for that, I am apologetic. But there is reason for my disappearance.

“Since the death of my beloved parents, Martha and Thomas Wayne, I’ve always wanted to discover if I had family elsewhere.” Bruce moves across the room, passing the large wooden table in the center of the room, and leans against the glass windows looking down to the city below. He can clear as day see all the destruction his absence has caused in such a short period of time. The thought sending a deep blow to his gut, knowing he chose to leave, but wished there was someone who could have kept Gotham free from evil.

Bruce looks back to the press, taking note they are waiting for him to continue.

“I went across seas to search for a missing relative on my father’s side. My butler, Alfred Pennyworth, had informed me of a long lost niece.” The crowd of reporter gasping at the new discovery. “I’ve brought her here today for you all to meet her. Her name is Gabrielle Wayne.” On cue, Alfred walks into the room pushing a black stroller and stops in front of Bruce.

“If you’d like to take a photo of my niece, please turn the flash off. It can harm a baby’s eyes. She’s only a few weeks old.”

Gently, Bruce reaches into the stroller to pick up Star and holds her in his arms. The room stills at the sight of the new Wayne child. No one never thought the Wayne bloodline would continue considering Bruce’s relations with women has never lead to a serious relationship.

“Excuse me, Mr. Wayne.” A young brunette woman from the Gotham Gazette pushes herself through the crowd of reporters. “Gloria with Gotham Gazette, what are your plans for taking care of Gabrielle? Will Alfred be her primary caretaker or will you be heiring a nanny?”

Bruce smiles down at Star as she stares back at him, a small giggle escaping her. “Alfred and I will be responsible for her. If I do need additional assistance, it will be taken care of in private. Gabrielle deserves to live a relatively normal life.”

Gloria reaches her tape recorder out further to Bruce, “Follow-up question: How can you raise a child in a dangerous city such as Gotham? With the rise of the Falcone crime family, and unrest in the deep underground of Gotham, how can you guarantee her safety?”

“Excellent question, Gloria.” Bruce shifts Star in his arms, moving her to rest her head against his shoulder. “Given my new status as her guardian, it will be my top priority to protect her at all cost. With that being said, today I will be announcing the charity event I will be hosting for GCPD. We will be holding an auction to raise money for the police department and expanding their crime division to include metahuman training. In our ever changing world, we must be prepared for the impossible.”

“Final question Mr. Wayne. How does it feel knowing Oliver Queen is alive and well?” Bruce’s mind goes blank realizing he’s been gone far longer than Oliver has been back in Star City. He feigns shock, “O-Oliver is alive? Since when?”

“He was discovered on an island in the North China sea about two years ago, Mr. Wayne.” Gloria supplies. “Why are you unaware of the sudden reappearance of your long-time friend, Oliver Queen?”

Alfred clears his voice, the attention of the media shifting from Bruce to Alfred. “Master Wayne did not have access to the news overseas, he spent his time searching for his belove niece.”

Gloria scrunches her eyebrows in confusion and pushes forward, “Sir, it’s 1996. The media is everywhere. I find it hard to believe Mr. Wayne was unaware of Oliver’s reappearance.”

Bruce’s jaw locks in a straight line, “Gloria, please understand. If I weren’t overly set on finding my niece, leading to deep parts of Europe where there was hardly an internet café, I would have been in Star City when he arrived home. Trust me when I say, he’s like a brother to me.”

Gloria raises a brow at his claim, still seeing through the holes of his story.

I’ll find out the truth later…

Star becomes restless in Bruce’s arms. He rocks her gently but it doesn’t seem to be calming her down. He casts a slightly panicked look at Alfred who gestures to her stroller. The media watches as Bruce kisses the top of Star’s head, a few camera shutters going off, and he sets Star back into her stroller. He buckles the small black belt across her chest and between her chubby little legs. Almost instantly she starts to nod off, cooing softly. Bruce smiles down at her and places a light blue knitted blanket over her legs. Alfred steps forward to take her back out of the room.

Bruce turns back to the group of people and they are all silent in awe if this new Bruce Wayne.

“Gloria,” Her attention snapping to him, realizing she was entranced by his care as a new father. “I’m grateful my friend is alive and well; I’ll have to check up on him at some point in the future. Until then, thank you all for coming here today to share in this great day. I look forward to mingling will you all at the GCPD Charity event.” Bruce waves to them as he leaves the room, ignoring the onslaught of questions being hurtled his way as he backs out of the room and heads back down where he once came.

Out in the hallway, Vicki Vale walks ahead of Bruce, her maroon heels clicking against the marble floors. He can feel himself releasing a slow breath. This was a journey he never envisioned for himself. He never thought he’d take on such an important responsibility without much thought. This wasn’t like him. But the second he met Star, he knew he needed to protect her at all costs.

He knew it was time to reach back into the Bruce he shut off a long time ago, the young man who didn’t know his purpose in life. The young man who lost everything he cared for and became a playboy that he knew his parents would be disappointed in. The young man that shut himself off from anyone who cared for him and pushed them away. He needs that innocent, vulnerable part of himself back for this new challenged.

He needed to be Bruce, not Bruce Wayne.

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Titans Tower 2012

Starfire lays in bed tossing and turning all night until the first peak of light start to sneak its way into dawn. Starfire growls at the ball of fire that typically greats her happily each day, but after last night, she wanted to be left alone.

She felt a new wave of tears gather in her eyes thinking about last night’s events. Why had Robin pushed her away? Why did she think it could be easy? Why does this human boy have such a hold on her heart?

“Richard…” she sighs into her pillow, hugging it close to her chest. She wants nothing more than to be with him. The feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around her, making her feel safe. The taste of his lips still ever present even hours later. And his eyes, he trusted her enough to show her who he was. And that’s what hurts the most. Robin was so vulnerable with her but pulled away.

What is wrong with boys…

A subtle knock on her door gains her attention. She scrunches her brows in confusion, knowing no one would be up at this ungodly hour besides her. Starfire always rises with the sun, wanting to take in the first few rays to power her through the day. But today was the opposite, she wanted her room to keep the light out. She wants to be alone and bask in the darkness her curtains can provide her.

The knock comes again more urgently, “Star, we really need to talk. I fucked up bad.”

Starfire stills hearing Robin’s voice ring through her door. Why does he think he can pull a stunt like he did last night and not expect any consequences for his actions? Does he expect Starfire to accept an apology and be happy he finally acted on his feelings for her?

He knocks again.

“Star? Please, open the door.” The desperation in his voice was enough to make her eyes roll. Starfire huffs in frustration and weighs her options. It’s either deal with this now or have the entire team butting in when they are trying to hash it out. That thought alone was enough for Starfire to sit up in bed and make her way to her floor length mirror.

Starfire runs her fingers through her hair and checks herself in the mirror. She’s wearing shorts and a string tank top, nothing too risqué, but enough to short circuit any teenaged boys’ mind. She walks over to the door to unlock it, letting it swish open revealing an equally tired Robin.

“Hello, Robin.” Starfire turns away from him and walks back over to her bed, not bothering to wait for him to reply. She hears him clear his throat and step into her room, letting the door swish close behind him. She doesn’t bother to look up at him; she didn’t want him to see how much he hurt her.

“Star—I.” he stops just short of her bed, keeping a friendly distance between them, but close enough that he can still reach out to her.

“You what? You have the regrets? If that is so, please do the leaving. I rather save myself the humiliation.” She crosses her arms and huffs, her hair slightly flaming at the ends.

Robins sighs, already feeling defeated. He spent the last three hours trying to find the right words to express himself, but he’s never really been in a relationship with anyone before. Barbara doesn’t count too much. They were only 14 and she ended up having feelings for someone at their high school.

“May I sit?” He gestures to the space next to her on the bed. He’s never asked permission before, he’s always felt comfortable enough around Star to be there with her, but now everything was different. Her bed didn’t seem oh-so innocent anymore. If anything, it made him very much aware her pajamas cover very little of her.

Her green eyes are sharp and sizing him up, “You may.”

Shaking away all impure thoughts running through his head, Robin sits down next to Starfire on the bed, turning to take her hands in his. “Star, I didn’t mean to push you away last night. I was—” he pauses feeling Starfire pull her hands from his slowly. Robin feels panic settle in his chest for a moment.

Oh god, she doesn’t even want me to touch her anymore.

Tentatively, she touches the corner of his mask, silently asking permission to remove it. Robin sighs in relief and nods, understanding why she wants it off. He has nothing left to hide from her; he’s ready to be open and honest with someone for the first time in years.

Her fingers are soft against his cheek as she gently pulls at the mask, letting it fall to the ground next to her bed. She brushes her thumb against his cheek before dropping her hands to her lap again.

“You may proceed.”

“What I was going to say is that I was—I was scared, Star.” He stares at her with his intense blue eyes, the fear showing bright within them. “All these negative thoughts of what could happen if this doesn’t work out came rushing all at once, and I-“ Robin takes a deep breath, trying to steady his voice. “You’re the last person I want to lose. I’ve already lost too many people I care about.”

Starfire sits there in silence allowing Robin’s words to hang between them. She can see the panicked expression settling across his face. His hold on her hands starts to loosen, but she’s quick to tighten the hold, preventing him from fleeing again.

“Ouch.”

Starfire is confused by his sudden pain and looks down to look at his hand.

“Oh! Richard, what did you do?!” she examines his right hand, running her delicate finger over the deep purple bruise, touching it tenderly to feel for any broken bones. He hisses when she touches the darker stain across his knuckles.

“Ah, yeah. I sorta punch the garage wall last night after you left. I was angry because I still let—” Robin realizes what he was about to say and freezes.

“I am the confused, who are you allowing to do the controlling of you?” Starfire asks as she stands from the bed and goes to her adjoining bathroom for a first aid kit from under the sink. She settles back on her bed, close enough that her knee brushes his thigh.

Robin frowns, “I-my adoptive father. He’s…you don’t know about my family, do you?” Robins asks. Starfire frowns. Of course she knows who Robin’s adoptive father is. It’s her uncle, but Robin doesn’t know that she has her memories back yet.

She’ll have to pretend not to know. But then again, Bruce Wayne is a very public figure…

Feigning confusion Starfire shakes her head, “No, I am unaware of your k’norfka.” She continues to rifle through the first aid kit trying to find a disposable ice pack.

Robin flexes his fingers, feeling the pain radiate through his fingers. “Let’s just say he’s a very public figure and the reason why I have to keep my identity hidden, if they know who I am-“

“Then they will have the knowledge of whom the Batman is.” Starfire looks up to meet Robin’s eyes. She can see the sadness embedded deep within, but she still can’t shake the fact he rejected her last night.

Breaking eye contact, Star pulls the ice pack from the kit and breaks it, letting the beans cool up. She takes hold of Robin’s hand and gently lays the ice pack on his hand.

Robin hisses at the weight of the ice pack, but then relaxes once the cool pack starts to numb his hand from the pain.

“Thanks.” He smiles at her making her heart jump, seeing his eyes crinkle at the corner and the warmth radiating from them.

He really cares for me…

Starfire shifts closer to him, positioning his hand on her thigh, and takes a small pack of pain medication from the kit and hands it to Robin. When he doesn’t reach for them, Starfire looks at him quizzically; confused by his distracted state.

“Richard?”

“Hm.” His eyes are still focused on his hand resting against her thigh. The warmth seeping its way from his hand through his veins.

“Here, take the medication of pain.” He open his hand, accepting the pack of pills. Her hand grazes his, a soft brush of her fingers against his gloveless palm. It sends a small spark to his heart, and he can see Starfire is just as affected when she doesn’t retract her hand right away.

Feeling brave, letting his fears go and taking responsibility for his actions, Robin closes his hand around hers. “For a long time, I let him dictate what I could and couldn’t do. And sometimes that younger, more obedient version of myself overclouds my judgment and I make poor decisions.”

Robin releases Starfire’s hand, letting the packet of pills drop to her bed, and reaches to cup her face. At first she freezes, unsure where this conversation is going, fearful he may reject her again. But when his thumb brushes her cheek tenderly, she leans more into him, accepting the small comfort he is offering her.

“When we formed the Titans, I didn’t want to be the version of myself I was before I came to Jump City. This isn’t Gotham, the threats aren’t the same and the people aren’t the same. I had to become a different type of hero for those kinds of people because there’s hope here.” He smiles lightly, making Starfire smile in return. “ This city isn’t on the brink of destruction; sure there’s been plenty of villains attempting to take over, but the five of us are able to keep them at bay. Each and every single one of us is able to not only protect one another, but ourselves.

“I guess, what I’m trying to say is: I’m afraid of something happening to you. To all of you, but I can’t let that fear dictate my happiness. I know you can handle any situation, but I still can’t help that small voice that tells me otherwise. I trust you Starfire, and I trust that us, together, can work.”

The only sound in the room was the distant rumble of waves hitting the island rocks down below. Could he really mean it? Does he…does he really want to be with her?

Starfire’s eyes widen at his words, “Richard, I do not want to do the reading of the words, but are you—are you asking me…?

The ice pack on Robin’s hand plops to the bed as he moves his hand up her thigh, causing a slight blush to cross her cheeks. He moves up her side, grazing it softly, feeling the soft fabric of the tank top against his hand. As he reaches her shoulder, he inches his face closer to hers before his hand finds home threading slowly through her long auburn locks. Starfire can feel her skin burning from where his hand traveled, leaving a wake of gooseflesh bubbling her sun kissed skin.

Just like the night before, the magnetic pull between the two was undeniable. Starfire rests her head against Robin’s, “Do you promise not to do the freak out again if we have the lip contact?”

Robin chuckles deep in his throat, “I won’t. Not this time.” He brushes a strand of hair away from her face, “I’m all in if you are.”

Wrapping her arms around his shoulder’s, Starfire pulls Robin towards her as she lays down against the pillows, leaving him hovering over her. Robin gazes at her warmly finally feeling content.

Her green eyes glowing bright with glee as she drags him closer to her again. Their bodies flush together, and her hand weaving its way into his hair. His injured hand rests against her hip and the other cups the side of her face. He tilts his head down allowing their lips to brush lightly as Starfire’s hand caresses the side of Robin’s face.

“I very much am, Richard.” She whispers against his lips and gives him a slow, chaste kiss before pulling back completely, watching Robin’s eyes open slowly. A smile spreads across his face making Starfire giggle in return.

“But—“ her face taking on a serious look, making Robin squirm. “—If you do the pulling of the yesterday events, I will not have the pleasantries for you once more. You have the understanding?”

Robin visibly gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “I promise, Star.”

She smiles brightly and gives him another slow kiss. This one sending waves of happiness through the young alien.

“What are we going to tell the others?” Robin asks as he pulls back and reluctantly untangles himself from Starfire. He lays down next to her on the bed, propping himself against the soft purple pillows.

Starfire moves to her side facing him and takes his hand in hers, lacing their fingers together. Will they be upset? Will they celebrate? Should they keep it a secret for now?

Starfire’s train of thought is cut short by Robin’s hand slowly grazing up her side, sending shivers down her spine. She find herself cuddling closer to him, allowing his arm to wrap around her fully.

I can definitely get used to this.

Feeling more and more comfortable Starfire feels herself succumbing to her exhaustion.

“I do believe—” She lets out a yawn and blinks her eyes sleepily. “—it is the problem for later. I did not have pleasant shlorvax last night.” She yawns again, emphasizing her tired state and snuggles closer to Robin’s warm body. Robin shifts to lay on his back, leaving room for Starfire to rest her head on his shoulder and her arms to wrap around his waist.

Sleepily, Robin yawns as well, feeling the events of the past few hours finally catching up to him.

“Sounds good to me.” He whispers, feeling his eyes grow heavy.

“Pleasant shlorvax, Richard.” She kisses the underside of his jaw and falls into peaceful sleep. He wraps his arm tighter around her waist, pulling her closer to him, and drags the blanket over the both of them.

“Night, Star.”

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Starling City 1996

Felicity finds herself wander down the long winding staircase of the foundry. Her still protruding belly stretching her black knit sweater uncomfortably as she waddles down the stairs. She can hear the grunts of someone working out on the gym mats and the sound of keys being clicked on her keyboard. The thought alone sends Felicity to waddle down the stairs at a brisk pace, making her shoes thump against the hard concrete floor.

“Who the hell is touching my keyboard? Is it Roy? How many times have I told you not to touch—”

“Felicity!?” John Diggle shoots up from her desk chair as Felicity approaches. She does a double take to see she’s really seeing who she thinks it is.

“Dig?” She says in disbelief. The past year has been extremely hard on Felicity and finally coming home, but without her love and daughter, she didn’t think anyone would be down here.

Diggle wipes a tired hand down his face and lets out a short laugh that could pass as a choked sob. “You’re okay? Really?” He looks down her body. She looks paler than usual, her hair showing her dark roots and her belly, hanging low. This catches Diggle’s attention immediately.

His eyes widen, “Are you pregnant?”

Felicity bites her lip, knowing this was not how she wanted to tell Dig she and Oliver had a child together. She thought it’d be like when Sara was born. All of them huddled in a hospital room wanting to take a turn holding Star in their arms. They’d take their first Team Arrow photo together. But Ra’s took that from her, from them.

Felicity presses a hand to her bulging stomach, he lips quivers from the onslaught of emotions facing through her.

“I was pregnant, Dig. Oliver and I—” her voice cracks and the damn breaks. Diggle pulls her into a tight hug, wishing he could take all the pain away. She sobs into his chest, wishing Oliver and Star were there with her.

After a few moments, Felicity steps back and wipes away the tears with her black sleeve. She sniffles as she walks over to her forgotten computer desk and sits down in her chair. The chair where she watched Oliver for hours using the salmon ladder. Where she and Oliver would talk about their future together, how they both wanted a family…

And now she sits there alone.

“Dig.” Her voice rough from tears. “We need to help Oliver get out of the league, no matter how long it takes. I need my family back.”

Diggle nods in understanding. If it were Lyla and Sara on the line, he’d be raising hell to get them back.

Felicity begins her research on Ra’s al Ghul in order to develop a plan to bring down the League of Shadows. She starts by listing anyone and everyone that is in association with the league:

Sara Lance, Malcom Merlin, Maseo, Talia al ghul, Nyssa al Ghul, Star Queen...

The last name catches Diggle off guard, “Felicity, whose Star Queen?”

Her fingers stop moving on the keyboard and turns to him sadly, “That’s our daughter’s name. Star Queen.”

Diggle feels his throat tighten realizing this baby girl is stuck in one of the scariest places on Earth. Why would Felicity leave her there? Why not bring her back?

“Before you ask, I did not have a choice.” She looks up at the celling of the foundry her eyes growing wet once more. “She had to stay and be inducted to the league as an heir. They took my baby from me Dig, my baby.”

Diggle places a comforting hand on Felicity’s shoulder. Not truly knowing how to comfort her in this situation. How could he? His wife and child are safe at home, far away from these kinds of monsters that Oliver and Felicity find themselves fighting against.

“Yo, Dig!” Roy bellows from the training mats. “Did you see the news? Bruce Wayne is back in Gotham. And he has a kid!” Roy comes barreling in from the sparring mats, sweat dripping down his face. He takes a good look at the small blonde perched in her usual seat. Roy stops short of the med table, the shock overwhelming him before he rushes at her, and engulfs her into a big hug.

“Felicity, is it really you?!” Roy asks in disbelief. How is it possible that she is back? It’s been almost a year since she and Oliver went to Nada Parbat to resurrect Thea. Thea came home right away and told them how Oliver had to stay to be the Heir to the Demon Head. And Felicity was subjected to stay, but did not understand why. But standing there, taking in Felicity’s appearance, it wasn’t tough for Roy to put two and two together.

“That’s why you stayed. You were pregnant…Where’s the-?”

“Roy.” Dig says warningly.

Felicity looks away from them, feeling her throat tighten. She clenches and unclenches her firsts trying to control her emotions, but post-partum has already kicked in and she couldn’t help the few tears that fell.

“She is safe.” She whispers. Roy steps forward and wraps his arms around her again, giving her a tight hug. Felicity reacts immediately feeling safe in her friend’s arms. Roy was always like a younger brother to her, and she missed him terribly for the year she was gone.

But why did Roy come in here again?

“Bruce Wayne is back in Gotham. And he has a kid!”

Felicity abruptly pulls back from Roy and swings her chair back around to face her desktop. She rapidly types in a series of codes and brings up the local news.

“Good Morning, Starling City. I’m Summer Gleeson and here’s Today’s breaking news. Billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham City after being gone for nearly 7 years. Not only is his reappearance suspicious, but he has a child! Before you all lose your hats, here’s the dish. Our sources at the Wayne conference earlier today confirm that it is a long lost niece on Bruce’s father’s side. Here is the first look at the new baby of Gotham, Gabrielle Wayne!”

The tv cuts to the press briefing at Wayne Enterprises. They watch as Bruce makes this grand speech before Alfred rolls in a stroller.

Felicity feels her chest beat fast as she realizes what is happening.

“Oh, frack.”

Diggle looks questioningly to Felicity before watching the screen once more.

“…her name is Gabrielle Wayne.”

“That’s my baby…” Felicity sobs, clutching at her still round belly.

Roy’s eyes widen, “Why would Bruce Wayne…”

“Oliver, this was the plan he didn’t tell me about. But I don’t think he thought Bruce would be so public…” Felicity’s voice drifts as she watches her baby girl giggle on screen, bringing a smile to her tear streaked face.

A warm hand lands on her shoulder and she leans her head against it. “She’s beautiful, Felicity.” Diggle gave her shoulder a squeeze letting her know he’s here for her and ready to take on whatever it take to bring her home.

With a renewed feeling of ambition. Felicity takes a deep breath, sits up in her chair, and squares her shoulders, causing Diggle’s hand to fall away.

“So,” Roy steps forward to lean against the desk, facing Diggle and Felicity. “What’s the plan, boss.”

Felicity smiles for the first time in months, feeling hope after all the darkness she was exposed to for 9 months.

“We’re getting them back.” She reaches out to take Diggle’s and Roy’s hands. She needed their team to get this done. They will need all the help they can get to bring Oliver and Star home.

“Let’s get to work.”

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Nightwing x Reader: Mockingbird’s Betrayal (Part Four)

Summary: Dick Grayson and Mockingbird’s last meeting ended in a heated argument, seemingly snapping every connection they ever had. He was Mockingbird’s last light to cling onto, but now, her sanity is left in the dark. After capturing Avia, Mockingbird exposed everything the Justice League and her former team had been hiding from the rookie. It almost instantly turned Avia against them, and the plan was set in motion. Nightwing isn’t prepared to face Mockingbird again, especially not after their last encounter. How much did she change since then?

Word Count: 3156

Warnings: Angst (duh), swearing, fighting, i think some blood mention? But no one dies; I would have killed someone this time, but I wanted to get this out ASAP for y’all. I’ve kept y’all waiting for too long!

A/n: Oh boy. I started this really early, but we’ll have to see if it takes months again.

UPDATE: Lol it did, my bad

Avia stared up at her bedroom ceiling, thinking about everything that went down in the past seven days. Getting captured by you, learning that everything everyone told her was a lie, planning to turn on them like you did.

“Mockingbird is a cursed name.” Avia thought. First you, now her. Your name became hers, and your name brought betrayal.

Every movement made her wince. You knew how to cover up your tracks well; they had no idea they were being tricked. However, Avia didn’t like that you had to rough her up a bit to make it look convincing, and she especially regretted letting you break a rib.

Due to your brief observation lessons, Avia slightly noticed that Batman was keeping a very close eye on her. Avia acted just like she did before, but that was a misstep. At her age, she should be at least traumatized or have nightmares. She should be wary, have some sort of fear or should be avoiding certain things. But none of that happened. It was like you never touched her.

Batman knew this and caught onto it fast. When he wasn’t protecting Gotham, he was constantly trying to figure out your course of action. It didn’t take him long to know Avia was going to join you, but he couldn’t bring her in or detain her just yet. Batman needed to find out when and how it was going to happen, first. Thinking about it so much almost got him punched in the face while fighting criminals.

He would never admit it out loud, but you specifically always had him alert and on his toes. You always left him one step behind, with one puzzle piece missing, not knowing what was going to happen next. More often than not, it infuriated him. At any point in time, you could start attacking the citizens if you couldn’t get to any of the heroes and their “sidekicks”.

On top of that, Batman had no doubts that the reason you turned so violent and angry was because of the wild animal DNA. It changed the color of your eyes for Christ’s sake, nothing else could do that unless you became a witch when no one was looking.

Previously, Justice League members made various suggestions on how to stop you. Imprisonment wasn’t a simple task and any normal prison wouldn’t keep you in for long. Arkham, maybe, but not forever. Keeping you in suspended animation would work, but it was more difficult that it sounded.

But, no matter how permanent the solution was, Batman refused to let them kill you. He immediately shut the idea down. “No. Under no circumstances are we going to kill her.”

“Look, Batman. I don’t want to kill her either, but do you really think she’s going to stop until she’s killed multiple teens? And I have no doubt that she will, at some point, go after Black Canary,” Superman argued, “Mockingbird has already confronted and attacked the team, and even took down Superboy with Kryptonite she stole from your safe. What is stopping her from hacking into it again? What if she finds another way to hack into Mount Justice and the Watchtower? The last thing I want is for her to be dead, but what if that is the only way to stop her? We need to be prepared for the worst.”

Batman refused still, “The only conclusion I can come to as to why she is still in this state is because of her wild animal DNA. The sheer rage has clearly been preventing her body’s trances that control the DNA, judging by how the last trance she had in Mount Justice lasted for two hours. I have gotten it back under control before, and I can do it again. The formula is still in my possession.”

“How the hell are we supposed to inject her with it?” Black Canary asked urgently, “It’s not like we can just knock her out! She knows how to avoid all of us and finding her is nearly impossible.”

Before Batman could respond, Green Arrow spoke up, “Nightwing was really close with her, right?” His observation was correct. The Justice League went silent and he continued, “Maybe Mockingbird will trust him enough to give him the chance to inject her with it?”

Batman agreed; Green Arrow’s idea was sound, and Batman already knew you had visited Nightwing. How else would he have known where Avia was? And he knew the bruise Nightwing got just after you disappeared wasn’t from crime fighting. He didn’t doubt that it was from you, but he had yet to confront Nightwing about it. The real question was why you hit him.

Batman took a moment to ponder, as did the other heroes in the room. It was a plausible idea, and was better than any other plan they attempted to come up with. It would end with you not getting hurt in the process, and would stop you from harming anyone else. There was an actual chance for the plan to be executed successfully.

“That seems to be our only option.” Zatanna said with a forlorn expression. “We will need that formula as soon as possible, Batman.” Her heart was heavy for the whole meeting. You didn’t hold her as close as you did with your original friends, but you still spent a few years on the team with her. Whether you would harm her was questionable.

“This is best best we can do without casualties. We will meet again once I finish the formula.” Batman said, and the meeting was done.

The heroes dispersed soundlessly, all of them with troubled looks on their faces. Dinah, however, looked broken and she moved the slowest. Oliver stayed by her side.

“Look at what I’ve done,” Dinah whimpered, “this is my fault. Everyone was right. I shouldn’t have done this.”

“It’s not entirely your fault, pretty bird,” Oliver used the endearing petname to comfort her. “We’ll get through this. We’ll stop (Y/n) and help her be okay again.”

Dinah shook her head and tears welled up in her eyes. “You know how violent the DNA can get. Avia told us how bad it is now; I’m positive that she isn’t in control anymore,” the first sob escaped. “If we can’t help her regain control of it, someone is going to die. And it might not be her.”

Everything was ripping her apart all at once, and she all but collapsed in Oliver’s arms. They sunk to the floor as she cried and cried. She took you in as her own when you were 12, traumatized and given powers you never wanted in the first place.

You learned to embrace and love your powers under her watchful eye and guidance as her first protege, the daughter she never had. It seemed like saving you and preventing casualties was merely wishful thinking.

You moved your hideout back into the basement of your childhood home. You found a way to make it easier to move all of your tech back and forth, and you had a few duplicates in your other hideout in Minnesota. You observed Avia in the Cave closely, and you also caught on to her behavior. You understood why she messed up--she was only 13 and had hardly any practice--but that made things a lot harder.

You spent half of your nights holding your head in yours hands, sometimes screaming and crying at the mental torture the wild mockingbird DNA was inflicting on you. You knew what was happening, but that consciousness was held back, almost permanently. Almost. The other half of your nights were for planning, preparing, and training. You thought of tons of different obstacles and events you would need to escape, avoid, or fight. You trained until you were sore, studied battle styles until your eyes burned in need of sleep, and you allowed yourself to fall into trances that were far too brief.

Your old team had little to no hope left for you. They held on for so long, but they realized that you were more than likely too far gone to help. They could barely remember the (Y/n) (L/n) they met so long ago. Happy, determined, devoted to the team, inspiring, and a dear friend. Now you were almost completely the exact opposite. They feared you--feared for their lives if they ever came to face you in combat. Many of them were terrified to confront you.

You still didn’t know Artemis wasn’t dead, but she heard about everything. After a certain amount of time, she became numb to everything related to you. Your name fell on deaf ears, both hers and Kaldur’ahm’s. Out of everyone, surprisingly, they had the least amount of hope. They didn’t believe there was anything anyone could do to help you. The only solution they believed in was to capture you and keep you contained, even if it meant suspended animation on the moon. Yes, you were a dear friend, but an even bigger threat to everyone.

Wally was just done. If anyone had anything to say about you, he wouldn’t hear it. He wanted nothing to do with you or the situation as a whole. If Dick even so much as spoke your name, Wally would tell him to stop talking or get out. He didn’t want to hear about the Mockingbird who was broken down to an evil, ruthless individual. He wanted to remember you as the old (Y/n). He wanted to remember your smile, your shenanigans, your kindness, and the hero you used to be.

You stared at the monitor with gritted teeth. After hardly any time, you knew Batman noticed how Avia was acting, too. You chucked a knife across the room with a shout and a curse. The blade pierced the wall, so only the handle was visible. The time window got a hell of a lot smaller, possibly forcing Avia to make her decision sooner than you told her to. It made you angry at her, but more angry at yourself. You should have told her to act the part of a traumatized 13-year-old girl, but you forgot. You originally thought it was common sense, but you knew that wasn’t fair.

“God damn it!” You snapped at no one and started to attach gadgets and weapons to your utility belt and back. You needed to go talk to her, let her know what happened, and ask her to make her choice right then and there. You watched the cameras until you saw her go home, so that became your destination.

But you didn’t see that Arsenal followed her.

You were one with the shadows of Star City, where you spent a great majority of your time being Mockingbird--back when you were good--and when you first became a hero. Dinah and Oliver hadn’t moved in more than a decade, so you knew the address by heart.

In no time at all, you were perched on the roof; a mere few feet away from Avia’s open window. Half a second before you stepped forward, you heard another voice, not Avia’s. Arsenal.

You quirked an eyebrow and got onto your stomach to blend in with the dark roof. You tuned out all other noises and instead focused on their conversation.

“Avia, I can’t take this,” Roy sounded so conflicted. “I haven’t felt this way and I hate it, but I can’t just push you away.”

Oh.

“I-I have feelings- wait, no, I-” he couldn’t find the right words, and you felt sympathetic. You were in a similar situation not too long ago: Being in love with someone you might betray.

Avia shushed him. “Roy...”

He sighed. “I know you don’t feel the same way, I don’t know why I even said it-”

“Shut your mouth and let me talk, redhead!” Avia got his attention and he did what she said. “I have feelings for you, too,”

You cringed hardcore when you heard them kiss. You were convinced that it was an awkward kiss, but that wasn’t what you focused on.

Your eventual protege pulled away from Roy with a small and bittersweet smile. There was a sad and apologetic look in her eyes; it concerned him. She had to tell him. She had to tell Roy about you and what she was going to do--what her reason was for leaving.

“Avia, what’s wrong?” Roy asked, completely out of character. “Did you change your mind? Am I not good enough?”

She looked even more sad after his questions. “No. You’re more than good enough, and I haven’t changed my mind... But you’ll change yours.”

Your eyes narrowed on something you saw in the distance. Way in the distance. You touched an almost invisible button on the side of your mask and used it to zoom in drastically. After many attempts, you focused on the approaching figure. Then you almost broke your mask.

Batman. And he was headed your way. He had a gut feeling that it was going to happen that night, and he was correct.

“Why would I change my mind?”

“Because I’m leaving!” Avia had to get it out before it was too late. “Everyone lied to me! Mockingbird didn’t leave for power!” She turned away from him and punched the drywall, her fist going straight through it. “She told me everything. She has proof, she uncovered all of their lies! I can’t be with the people I was supposed to trust!” Avia clenched her jaw as guilt started to choke her. “Mockingbird understands me and what I feel. She was treated like shit and lied to, too.”

It took a moment, but then Roy understood what she said. He took a step back in disbelief and his heart shattered. “You mean you’re betraying us?” Roy wanted to wake up from that nightmare. “You’re going with Mock-”

You chose that moment to swing into the window and you landed on your feet with a loud bang, not bothering with subtlety. “Is she going with Mockingbird? Yes, she is,” you stood to your full height with a face of stone. You looked menacing and it scared Roy, not that he would ever admit it. “because you all lied about me. Do you regret it yet?”

“I’m sorry, Roy,” Avia’s heart was hurting terribly. “I’m so sorry.”

You heard the woosh of a cape and your irritation spiked. “We need to go!”

Batman came through the same window you did, ready to fight. he wasted no time in going after you, and he was ready to take on Avia as well. He knew Roy wasn’t going to be able to do it because of how strong his feelings were for her.

You dodged one of Batman’s punches and you hissed, “Avia! Knock him out, now!” You hoped your sheer fury behind it would prompt her to get her ass moving, and it did.

Batman was barely landing any hits; the team wasn’t the only ones you studied. While he had more experience and more fighting tactics, there was hardly a move you missed. However, you weren’t perfect. The occasional punch to the jaw left you a little disoriented and getting punched in the stomach tended to knock the wind out of you.

You then elbowed Batman’s face and then kicked him square in the chest. It briefly knocked him off balance, giving you time to choose a voice--someone close to him. Alfred.

Before talking, you looked back at Avia and Roy. Sure enough, Roy was out cold, but Avia was sitting against the wall, completely distraught, but understandably so. You were definitely going to discuss that with her later on.

Batman wound up to deliver a brutal hit, but he froze when you shouted, “Bruce, no! Please don’t do this, this isn’t you!” in Alfred’s voice. Bruce knew full well that it wasn’t actually Alfred, and that it was actually you manipulating him, but you still got to him. Alfred practically raised him and had been by his side for everything. Just the thought of hurting him-

That moment of hesitation was what gave you and Avia the chance to get out of there, leaving two unconscious heroes on her old bedroom floor.

Days passed after Dick got the news that Avia left with you. Of course you convinced her to betray the team, too. He honestly wasn’t surprised. He knew Avia was being lied to, and he didn’t want any part of it.

“Mockingbird is a cursed name.” Dick thought solemnly. Both Mockingbirds turned their backs on the team, but somewhat rightfully so. He wasn’t going to allow another hero have the name “Mockingbird” ever again, no matter who wanted it.

Dick simmered for hours and hours, angry that you took Avia, angry that she left, angry that everyone let it happen. He once again didn’t interfere, and look at where that got him. He was angry at you, Avia, the Justice League, himself, the team, and the world. No one deserved any of that to happen.

After a certain amount of time, he had enough. Dick knew you were occasionally in Bludhaven, so he was going to find you. He was too furious and hurt not to. That feeling didn’t fade as he put on his suit and his utility belt. He clenched his jaw so much that it hurt. His knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping his escrima sticks.

Dick traveled from roof to roof, trying to catch a glimpse of you somewhere. It wasn’t shocking that you were practically impossible to find; you were nowhere in sight. But Dick searched and prowled the city, turning over every stone and checking every shadowed corner. Nothing. No one.

He let out an anger-fueled roar, “Come out, Mockingbird! I know you’re there! Stop hiding and face me!” Dick probably looked like a crazed man on an acid trip, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was finding you and knocking you onto your ass.

You didn’t show.

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The Friend

Summary: When Sean is six, he creates an imaginary friend. Jack lingers into adulthood and their friendship isn’t as perfect as the little boy had hoped.

When Sean is six, he spends the night at his friend's house. Max's big brother dared them to stay up all night. As much as he tried, the little boy couldn't stop himself from dozing off before midnight. Max teased him about his failure until it got out of hand. Years later, Sean would look back on it all and conclude that Max was a bad friend. In response to the teasing, he invents an imaginary friend. Jack is kind and forgiving. He doesn't care if Sean is loud and instead joins in with the noise. More importantly, at least to the boy, he never sleeps. He is there for him whenever Sean requires him to be. He has no mind with which to object or act otherwise if he wanted. He is the perfect friend. Jack has more energy than Sean. He can continue to run around the school track while Sean has to call it quits. As children, they laugh and suggest it's because Sean plays too many video games. They know their logic is flawed. Sean runs around with his friends as much as they sit down to play on game consoles. But like all children, Sean grows up. Teenagers aren't meant to have imaginary friends. When he was younger, conversing with Jack was seen as sweet. Now older, he'd begun to leave childish things like invisible buddies behind. However, Jack lingers and Sean notices him on occasions. One such moment was after he plays the PlayStation version of Spider-Man 2 and they design a superhero together. Jack is a ghost, no longer required to serve his purpose. He collects figurative dust in the corner of his best friend's mind. Each time he is brought back, even if he can't express it, he is grateful. It prevents him from completely fading into non-existence. Existing as a faded memory is all he really knows by this point. One day, he'll be able to say barely existing is purely numbing. However, for the moment, he doesn't know better. For now, his 'life' and actions continue to be entirely at Sean's mercy. Soon, Sean is 23 and passing 1000 subscribers on his YouTube channel. Jack is proud of him. He smiles on his own accord. It disappears when he feels the muscles in his cheeks tug themselves upwards. Sean is nowhere to be seen. He hasn't existed without Sean being present before. He's not sure what to do without him or how to find him. Awareness of free will dumps him in an empty room. It is only him, the floorboards, four bare walls and a single door. He needs to know where Sean is. How does he proceed without his creator instructing him? Despite all the energetic activity he was subjected to as a child, he is clumsy as he runs towards the door. He falls on his face in front of Sean's TV. His hands sting from absorbing the impact. Upon laying eyes on his only friend, he realises they are wearing the exact same outfit. Neither of them know how to deal with this development. The two of them eventually progress past 'What the fuck?!' 'Don't ask me!'. Becoming real is the strangest thing he's experienced thus far. If he came into contact with something real like a desk, his body would reacted the same way as Sean's because he couldn't imagine a body clipping through surfaces like a badly designed character model. Now when he sits on a sofa, he actually feels the seat underneath his body. Being alive, being able to feel things for the first time is beyond any expectations he could have had. It's July, summer is underway. If he'll be able to register the sensation now, he wants to have the sun on his exposed skin. Sean laughs when he hears this and says it's a shame they don't live in a place where sunshine is more common. A particularly hot day arrives and Sean brings a tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream back to the cabin. It's cold and chocolatey, with little chewy bits of brownie. Jack falls in love instantly. He goes out and buys more flavours any time the sky warms his skin. Sean playfully teases him about getting fat if his habit continues. The Jacksepticeye channel becomes theirs, not just Sean's. They both play games and grumble to each other about how slow things take to get uploaded thanks to the cabin's terrible broadband. Anything personal like a Q&A or comment reading video remains purely Sean's territory. Their arrangement works, especially with Jack editing into the night so Sean could sleep. Months pass and the weather cools. Unlike warmth, he hates being unable to have complete control of his body as it is overtaken by tiny shaking movements. Sean tells him he's just shivering. If he puts on another layer of clothing, it won't be so bad. His friend seems happier in general. He's not quite so lonely anymore. Jack is glad to be able to contribute to that in any way. He notices Sean making himself hot chocolate one day in December. He's confused when he is abruptly forbidden from making or tasting the drink himself. A week into February, everything becomes clear. "Hey Jack, happy birthday!" Sean hands him a mug of milky brown liquid. He accepts it hesitantly. "But it's your birthday. I got you a present and everything." "Yeah but you need to have a birthday too. And February 7th the best day to have one, in my opinion. Might be the tiniest bit biased on that though." He grins. "Go on, I've been wanting to see what you think of hot chocolate." Later, after Jack has made a few cups of the drink for himself, he'll realise this first serving was a little milk heavy. However, his obliviousness is beneficial. He drinks it eagerly once it cools a little, his first ever birthday present. Sean promises to get him something better next year, once they're more sure of Jack's likes and dislikes. Jack tells Angus about it. The Australian hunter appeared three months before him, as a result of the Survival Hunter series. With only the other for company, they rapidly develop a close friendship. Angus understands how strange existence is. Together, they discuss nature and watch David Attenborough or compete against each other in multiplayer mode of various games. In time, he notices something wrong. At first, in the summer of 2014, Angus begins to sleep in longer. It isn't exactly alarming but it is certainly a change in behaviour. By the time they are discussing hibernation, the wildlife expert is getting forgetful. By the end of 2015, he's constantly in his room, resting. Angus is a shadow, quite literally a faded memory, and Jack knows exactly who's to blame for his friend's condition. He returns to Sean multiple times, forever attempting to persuade him to bring the Survival Hunter series back to the channel. Time after time, Sean argues there isn't anywhere he can take the series. If he thought harder, maybe their creator would find a way to stop it all. He's been so accommodating before that Jack struggles to understand why Sean is so unwilling to cooperate. The first crack shows. When Sean tells him about breaking up with his girlfriend, he provides any support his friend needs from him. Months later, Sean is telling Jack about a Danish artist he's befriended. He gushes about how much he likes her art and how easy it is to talk to her. One day, Jack teases him about having a crush on Signe. With a short, self conscious laugh, Sean admits they were actually dating now and that he hoped to invite her to Ireland soon. Jack ruffles his hair, much to Sean's chagrin. Dude's in love again. Good on him. When she does eventually set foot in their home country, Jack keeps away. She may be a twin but Sean definitely isn't. If she saw a duplicate of her boyfriend, there would be a lot of explaining to do. Seeing as she was solely here to spend time with him, it would be best if they avoided having to say "Well, it's a long story...". Besides, Jack had something that required his own attention. He kept spotting Sean lurking around Jack and Angus' home. Except, he could have sworn their creator had a murderous glint in his eye. His appearance wasn't consistent either. Some occasions, his eyes would be dark or he'd have blood visible on his person. Other times, the intruder simply gave the impression of being unhinged. The problem was that Jack couldn't get a good look at the stalker. The guy would always be in the corner of his eye or disappear as soon as the two made eye contact. Jack could almost say the evil Sean glitched out of reality. He questions if this is a new 'ego' as they'd come to call the two Sean lookalikes. Waking up with brown hair and making dinner with the top being green was a little disorientating. He didn't even realise his hair had changed until he went to the bathroom and shocked himself. Yes, he knew Sean was dyeing his hair for charity in response to Mark doing so. He'd even received a photo from the new grass top himself about the change. What he didn't know was that he'd change appearance too. He checks on Angus. No, his hair was still the natural brown. Sean later gives him forewarning before making an appointment at a tattoo parlour. Despite this, Jack does a double take when the Bold Hunter's Mark appears on his right arm. When the summer of 2016 begins, Sean brings up the superhero they'd designed in 2004. After filming with Ninja Sex Party, he's got a red suit and a lot of ideas. The night of July 10th, a younger version of Sean with his current hairstyle stood at his door. The teenager introduces himself as Jackieboy Man, or Jackie for short. Jackie is the breath of fresh air Jack didn't realise he needed. The 16 year old boy is brimming with energy, enough to match his own. He doesn't seem to have actual superpowers but the older ego assures him that's okay. He introduces him to Batman, one of the most famous non-powered heros. More importantly, Jackie is someone to talk to when Angus is busy spending the majority of the day resting. Within days, they are firm friends. Despite his age and having only just been granted autonomy, Jackie proves his eagerness to play the hero he'd been designed to be. He's also very adept with technology. It isn't long before he's made some improvements to the house. Jack catches him trying to access the dark web at one point. The boy shrugs it off as making the most of his skills. After all, he'd been doing just that in Welcome To The Game. Jack remains skeptical. A month after Jackie appears, Sean messes around with a magic kit on camera. Shortly after the video is uploaded, a man wearing a cape and a cat mask finds himself before the three other egos. His cynicism makes Jack question whether they'll get along. He does like the mask though. Jack stares at Sean when he admits the magician was an unintentional character. He swears he will go prematurely bald from wanting to yank his hair out. Sure, Jack could understand his own beginnings as a separate entity. How could Sean have known that by calling himself Jack, his childhood imaginary friend of the same name would be given life? The same went for Angus. Their creator was entirely oblivious to the power a bad Australian accent and a few hundred subscribers held. By now, Sean should have learned his lesson. The new guy believes his name is Jack the Magnificent. It won't do. Jack wouldn't mind there being another Jack if it wasn't for the fact it would get confusing quick. Not to mention there would be two Jacks and a Jackie. Yes, it would be extremely confusing. Jack watches the magician's introductory video again. Fifty Amazing Magic Tricks from Marvin's Magic. Marvin. Marvin the Magician. Marvin the Magnificent. Marvin's face lights up when Jack suggests the name. It's almost like he's had an epiphany. Marvin's right, the name does fit him. Jack is glad he could help. The boost in Marvin's self confidence motivates him to practise his magic. He was able to conjure fire in the video. Logic dictates he can do it again. Jack and Jackie are ready to assist Marvin in whatever way they can with exploring the extent of his magical abilities. Within two weeks of Marvin's arrival, he is dragging a bloodied Jackie into the house. With no medical knowledge at his disposal apart from basic first aid, the incident ends with the youngest housemate being admitted to hospital. He doesn't wish for this to become a common occurrence but they should be better prepared. Perhaps having a doctor as back-up wouldn't be a bad idea. To his relief, Sean is all for it. He purchases a copy of Operation and a doctor outfit. It's a mystery why Dr Schneeplestein is given an awful German accent. Nevertheless, Jack his excited to welcome the doctor. He's unsure about the backstory. The guy's brought into the world with a disloyal wife who is blackmailing him. He knows they have children but can't remember their names or their ages. The doctor doesn't have a first name either. He was simply 'Dr Schneeplestein' in the Operation video. Like he did with Marvin, Jack attempts to find a name that suits the new ego. He goes through baby name websites, specifically ones featuring German names, with the doctor. They eventually bump into Heinrich which prompts a minute of deep thought before the nameless ego announces Henrik is the right name. Several days later, Jack learns of Elias, Heidi and Alina. In mid-October, the morning after Ninja Sex Party upload their music video for 'Cool Patrol', Jackie challenges him to an arm wrestle. He wins several matches. The young superhero giggles as he admits he's going easy on Jack. The two of them spend the following days exploring Jackie's new powers. Marvin shows up, either to watch or practise a defensive spell, while Henrik stood by. They soon establish that, along with technological expertise, Jackie has super strength, flight and lasers at his disposal. By far, his favourite power is the ability to fly. Jack comes out from a recording session towards the end of October to be ambushed by Marvin. He's questioned on whether he'd like a balloon. The minute he accepts, Marvin fetches the 'balloon'. When Henrik spots Jackie being transported around the room, floating while attached to a piece of string, he mutters something in German and retires to his area with coffee. As the month draws to a close, Sean offers him the opportunity to carve the pumpkin this year. He gladly accepts, only later remembering the weird stuff happening to the footage of several videos. He brings it up with his friend. Sean insists nothing will happen. Yes, he's building up to Antisepticeye making his debut appearance but that will be the second video of the day. Jack is skeptical but lets it slide. While their creator could be wildly irresponsible with his ideas at times, Jack trusts him not to deliberately put any of them in harm's way. He is even promised the dangerous upcoming character wouldn't be a threat between videos. During the carving, his nose begins leaking blood so he jokes about how big of a coincidence it was. Off screen he allows himself to be freaked out by the nosebleed. The actual bleeding nose isn't the issue. He's had nosebleeds before, namely when Jackie's aim was off during training. It's the timing that scares him. It's Halloween, with Antisepticeye due to show up today. This is too much of a coincidence. Despite not wanting to, he decides the show must go on. He says some uncharacteristically mean things to Gerald. When he argues with Sean, at least there's some reason to let insults slip. Gerald hasn't done anything wrong. It fails to matter when he is forced to lose control his body. Regardless of how much he'd love to resist, the knife slices through skin. He wakes up in a hospital bed. Dr Schneeplestein explains everything, advising Jack doesn't watch the video himself. He gets incredibly caught up in sudden, painful revelations as soon as he's left to his thoughts. Sean told him Antisepticeye wouldn't target the pumpkin video. Sean had lied. Apparently, his creator could deceive him without hesitation. Worst of all, he now knew how his 'friend' saw him. Expendable; Jack was expendable. He can't believe he'd trusted Sean like that. What was he thinking? Sean had gone against him in the past, namely ignoring his suggestions to improve the lives of the egos. Did he for one second consider how terrifying being suddenly robbed of your autonomy could be? Or suffering through being murdered by your own hand? Sure, the anaesthetic helped dull it to an ache. That didn't change the fact Jack would have a scar as a daily reminder of Sean's willingness to sacrifice the one he'd designed to be everything he wanted in a friend. If his life wasn't as important as Sean's, the difference should be so small it was inconsequential. By the time he is able to be discharged, he had forgiven Sean. Of course he was expendable. He was just made up like the others. No harm could come to Sean, he was too important to lose. None of them would exist without their creator. In a way, he should be thankful for being used as bait. At least he could still be relevant, unlike Angus. He'd been in Angus' position for years. Jack never wanted to feel like that again, as if he was nothing. He's never resented his basic character traits more. He hates that a little boy could force his best friend to always forgive him. He wouldn't be surprised if Sean committed genocide and Jack let it slide. Never sleepy, unable to stay angry at him forever, always willing to provide emotional support should he require it. Well, at least free will had allowed him to bend those rules at times. The truth was that Sean wasn't perfect and Jack didn't want to treat him as such. It didn't matter. The forgiveness comes too late to save Jackie. Sean's visit to the infirmary sparks another row. Frustrated with the disagreements, Jackie bursts into the room halfway through, screaming at them to stop. As soon as he had thundered off, both faces of the Jacksepticeye channel allowed themselves to resolve the latest issue calmly. "What are we doing? This constant arguing is getting us nowhere." "Tell me about it." Jack grumbled back. "Want to call a truce?" "I'm still furious you used me as bait. I don't know how you could have consciously done that." "I know. I'm not sure what I was thinking. Just wanted to give the subscribers something fun for Halloween, I guess. I-" "A community event where they post art would have been more fun." He interrupts. "Hey, I could do that next year." Sean's smile is cautious. "I promise I won't pull something like that again." His friend extends a fist with only his smallest finger out. He's got to be kidding. "What are you, five?" "Come on, humour me. Please?" Jack is reluctant but does it anyway. "You're a fucking idiot." "Don't we know it." Only one laughs. "This doesn't mean I'm going to let it slide just yet." He fidgets. Despite the stuff Schneeplestein had given him, the ghost of Jack's neck wound bothered him still. "Tell me about Antisepticeye. You've made a video with him so he'll be out there now. I should at least know what to look out for." Jack's biggest regret after that night isn't repeatedly allowing himself to forgive Sean. Instead, he becomes remorseful for not getting his friend to follow the young superhero. By the time either of them realise Jackie was yet to return, it was too late. Jack postpones his German studies to focus on bringing the youngest member of the household back to them. His efforts bear no fruit, even months later. The joint birthday celebrations go far better than either of them could have hoped. There are no ill feelings between the two of them on that day. The only fight they have is when Jack silences Sean's complaints of getting older by 'accidentally' smearing frosting on his face. Signe takes a photo of them, crumbs and frost littering their neon green hair. He keeps the photograph with the other reminders the two of them did have great times amongst the disagreements and resentment. He plays the first chapter of Bendy and the Ink Machine while Sean is away at PAX East and the other egos are sleeping. Sean's been hyped for this game for a while, Cuphead too, so Jack is leaving them for him to record. That said, there's no reason why he can't play it in his spare time. Later that month, he absentmindedly watches Sean's playthrough of it. "'The creator lied to us.' Well boohoo, people lie all the time. It's part of life." Jack had found that message on the wall intriguing when he'd played it. As much as he tried not to let Sean's comment get to him, it lingered. At least this time, he could exit the video and never return to it. The week after Angus' birthday, Chase Brody arrives with a name from the get-go. Unfortunately, he also has a wife who's divorcing him and a suicide attempt under his belt before meeting any of his fellow egos. Sean's done some stupid shit before but portraying a suicide? Really? Jack knows for a fact that his friend isn't one to see poor mental health and suicide as something to joke about. Nevertheless, Chase grows on him. Once you got past all the self deprecation and depression, he proved to be a cool guy who loved his two children. Unfortunately, the bullet Henrik has to extract from Chase's brain ruins his ability to perform complex actions with his left arm. "I'm not changing his character." Sean states during a gaming session. "Okay, but-" "Jack, I'm not doing it. This isn't me being stubborn and unwilling to compromise. People split up all the time and sometimes children are involved. A bunch of my subscribers will be able to relate to the situation, either as the parent or the child." "He shot himself in the head." "Unfortunately, that's something people in Chase's headspace consider doing." There's something in the way Sean speaks that worries Jack. "Some of them out there need proof things can change. I could show that." "You're not depressed." He's really unsure on how to have this conversation. "Well, no, but neither are you." They don't go further and Jack's guilt grows. He is sure he's missing something but he can't put his finger on it. They instead discuss topics that were more pleasant. Any miniscule progress Chase makes with his arm, Jack cheers him on. At least he understands where the issues lay with the latest ego. He wishes he was as in tune with Sean. He had been once. Now they were both watching their tongues in case either of them accidentally triggered a disagreement. Home wasn't so bad. He and Marvin still dedicated hours to locating Jackie but, as ever, no breakthroughs were made. However, progress was being made in other places. May brought a second cat into the household. The white feline was usually found lazing around with Jack and Chase or hanging out with Marvin's Abyssinian, Bastet. Jack feels so dumb when he finally learns why he can never find Marvin when the white cat is present. He couldn't be prouder of how far the magician's abilities had developed since August. He had returned to learning German at night. When reading German texts, occasional words begin to become familiar. Every now and again, he doesn't have to check what a word, or even rarer a phrase, means. It takes him a while to remember how accents change the sound of letters. Practising his speech alone, he is convinced his pronunciation is off by miles. Nevertheless, the delight on Henrik's face when he haphazardly makes his way through imperfect sentences proves it is undoubtedly worth it. Henrik coaches him on his native tongue while Jack continued to correct the doctor's English grammar. Henrik's ability to speak French is utilised after Sean plays a game called Passpartout. Jacques Septique often enclosed himself in his room, painting whatever he felt like that day. Once he became more comfortable around the five others living under the same roof, he offered to paint their doors. Soon, the house was a little more colourful. Jack promises himself he won't get too close to the French artist. He'll be kind and welcoming to him, of course he will, but he knows Jacques wasn't made last. He's a fan creation. All you needed to do was visit Angus to see what happened to that kind of ego. He'd been wary of Marvin when he'd first appeared. Unintentional with no name? He couldn't be more fan made. Jack had been an idiot and allowed himself to become close friends with the magician. It had taken Angus little over a year to start going downhill. That meant that by Christmas, Marvin would show signs too. There was the hope that the near 16 million subscribers were more able to preserve Marvin than the hundreds or thousands who saw Angus' ten videos. However, it was just hope. On the last day of July, Jack has a bad morning. He trips on something, spilling scalding coffee all over himself and breaking one of his favourite mugs in the process. After that, he records a video, only for him to notice none of the footage was recording. Frustrated, he calls Sean to see if he's free. His best friend almost succeeds in cheering him up with his jokes and sympathy. Jack is on the brink of feeling better when Sean ruins it all. "I'm burnt out, man." Sean admits. "YouTube needs to sort itself out." "You're burned out?" Jack scoffed. "Sure, how long have you been feeling like that?" "Oh don't give me that. This isn't a contest to see who's more tired. Besides, you don't get tired." He knows he has the power to avoid this argument before it truly begins. But years of Sean not listening have resulted in little patience concerning these topics. His mind isn't able to stop his mouth in time. "No, you don't give me that, Sean. For three years, I've watched one of my closest friends deteriorate into nothing. We could save Angus but you refuse to help me. Plus you don't let me upload any of the videos anymore." "I... I never have." "I'm not finished." He continues. "You need to stop playing God because you clearly suck at it. If we could find a game with wildlife in an open world for Angus, we could bring him back to his original condition. I'm not saying we go back to Far Cry, especially with the 5th instalment coming next year. But can you finally co-operate with me so we can save him? It would be one less mess of yours for me to fix. Not to mention it's practically 9 months since Jackie disappeared. We both know what happened to him. Anti is your creation. I don't care if he has as much free will as the rest of us. You could think of something, shit I'll take anything at this point, to keep him at bay. I'm sick of having to be the one who everyone relies on. That should be your job. You can't create us and then leave us to deal with suddenly existing by ourselves. If you want to keep acting like this, at least let me sleep. Even just once. Everyone can just escape all the problems you mindlessly burden them with for a few hours. Not me, I have to stay up and wait for the next big disaster you throw at us. Joke all you want about never needing sleep. I won't be laughing." Sean looks at him like he's insane. "Sleep? You're... kidding right? Just lie down and close your eyes. It's not rocket science." "I can't! I physically can't fall asleep because that's how you made me." "I was six!" "Yeah, and now you're 27. You have the power to help us but instead, you just create more of us. Stop being so irresponsible." The fight escalates. Jack is a broken record, repeating many of the points he's made over the years that still remain issues. If that isn't a line of argument in itself, he doesn't know what is. He also insists Marvin's name should be made canon already. After all, it was nearing a full year since the magician's first appearance. The spat ends with Jack forcing himself to leave the situation. "You want to sleep, I'll let you sleep." The words sound more malicious than they should. "Bring back Jackie. He's been missing for months. Do something!" At home, he marathons Harry Potter with Marvin and Chase for a few hours. It doesn't take his mind off the argument with Sean completely. If he knew they wouldn't get the chance to reconcile for two years, he would have apologised sooner. Unbeknownst to him, things were already being set in motion. Just three days later, he is overcome with queasiness as he introduces the latest episode of Bio Inc Redemption. He doesn't understand what's happening. One thing he does know is that nothing about this is good. Excusing himself, he stumbles carefully to Henrik's section of the building. "Hen-" He gags, hand flying to his mouth again. "Henrik, I need help. Something's wrong."

#creator au #jack's pov #writersofjack #my writing #jacksepticeye #sean mcloughlin #toxic relationship #jacksepticeye egos #angus the survival hunter #jackieboy man #marvin the magnificent #henrik von schneeplestein #antisepticeye #chase brody #jacques septique

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lyonrhodes · 6 years ago

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One Bad Day #12: Haunted

Red Hood x OC, Batman/DC Fan Fic

Summary: Dora has lived in Gotham her whole life and is accustomed to the rampant crime and corruption. Her life gets worse when Black Mask takes over the city. She thinks all hope is lost but a new vigilante appears, calling himself the Red Hood. However, he’s not your typical knight in shining armor. Dora must decide: does she dare fall in love with a revenge-driven killer? (Romance, Crime, Action)

Chapter 12: Haunted

Dora stood in the Alibi—the old Alibi; the way her father had left it. The Alibi she grew up in, with the cracked floors, the splintered tabletops, mismatched chairs, and patchwork upholstery. The way it looked before the massacre.

The lights flickered and dimmed.

She was not alone.

Wisps of black smoke emerged from the shadows, crawled across the floor, and swirled around her ankles. In a sudden gust, all the smoke swept into the center of the room and coalesced into him. The man in the red mask.

As if to prove he was solid, he held out his gloved hand. She hesitated, looking into the glowing white eyes of his mask. He removed his gloves and beckoned again. This time she took it.

In a rush of wind, he swept her to the pool table.

He had her pinned. His body pressed hers into the table so she could not get away.

But she didn’t want to escape. Before she knew it, she had taken off his mask and her lips were all over his, as eager and hungry as he was.

He lifted her onto the pool table so he wouldn’t have to bend down to kiss her. He took off her glasses and ran his hands through her hair, down her arms, until he reached her hips. He slid his hand under her waistband, eager to continue.

But she pushed him away. He got the message. He stepped back, removing his boots, armor, and fatigues. Watching him, she slid off her top to catch up, but before she had tossed it away, he was back, removing her jeans, sneakers, and underwear, caressing and kissing her body as he discarded each piece of her clothing.

Fully naked, she crawled back on the table and he followed. In seconds they were entwined and lost in each other. Her hands roamed all over the scarred skin of his hard arms and back, while his hands kneaded the smooth skin on her soft chest and thighs. It was the best she had ever felt. She wanted it to last forever, but they were going too fast. If they kept on like this, the passion would engulf them in flames and burn out too quickly. But it had been so long since she had been this close to another person. She needed this. The hunger in the way he moved told her that he needed it too.

She pushed him away to allow them both to breathe, to pace themselves, to feel each other. She cupped his face and directed his gaze at her. He was fully unmasked for the first time, but his features felt familiar, as if he had never worn that mask in the first place. His eyes were pale blue, almost gray.

His movements finally slowed and she slowed down with him. They savored the moment, and each other. She was losing herself in his eyes.

Then without warning, he flipped her over and pinned her to the table, massaging her neck and shoulders with his mouth. She felt his hot breath on her back. He was rough. The table beneath her was as hard and unyielding as he was. But she didn’t mind. She loved it. The pressure was building and release was so close.

Something moved in the corner. He didn’t notice, but she did.

A heavy-set man lurked by the bar. There was nothing above his shoulders. He was holding his own severed head in his hands. It was glaring at her.

With empty eye sockets. Oozing blood.

Dora shrieked and tumbled off the pool table. Her lover dissipated into a cloud of black smoke. The cloud roiled and swirled, growing into a turbulent haze that engulfed the whole barroom, casting everything in shadows.

Seven more men materialized around her to join the first, their loud breathing raspy and wet. They were ghouls, misshapen and broken, riddled with bullet wounds, and covered in blood. She recognized them all. Their faces have been haunting her for weeks.

“Go away!” Dora screamed. “It wasn’t me! I didn’t do anything!”

A broken man shambled forward from the crowd, holding out a gun by the barrel, urging her to take it. He grunted something apelike she could not understand.

“No, I don’t want to...” she pleaded.

He limped closer, his voice hacking. He thrust the gun at her. Her father’s Colt.

She looked at his face. She knew this one especially well. The bloody hole in his cheek where she had shot him.

It was him. Her first kill.

He smiled at her recognition, blood dripping from his shattered grin. Glassy white eyes leered at her exposed body.

“No, don’t...” She crawled away, trying to cover herself, but she bumped into another body. She looked up.

It was Leslie, clad in a bloodstained labcoat, glaring at her with a face full of contempt and loathing. She shouted, her voice thunderous and deafening. “Whore!”

Dora jolted awake.

Her heart pumped so hard she thought her chest would burst. Her ears rang and she was covered in sweat.

She threw off the covers, and put her feet on the ground. The cold concrete on her bare soles refreshed her a little, and she remembered where she was. The cellar underneath the bar, sleeping on the cot. Her father’s hideout.

It all came back in a rush. Putting the finishing touches on the bar. Unpacking the liquor, printing the menus, setting up the cash register. Begging promoters on social media for a mention. The bar would re-open later this week, but there was still so much to do. She had been too tired to walk back home, even though Rochelle tried to insist on getting an Uber. Dora argued that every penny counted, so she decided to crash in the cellar. It happened often these days.

Peeling off her sweaty tank top and tossing it away, she stood. At the sink, she splashed cold water on her face and chest to dispel the turbid thoughts and feelings twisting inside her. Sheer guilt and utter shame... and unrelenting arousal. Altogether she felt... dirty. The ghost of Leslie’s voice echoed in her head. “Whore!”

So many people killed in such little time, while she watched—and what had she done to save them? Nothing. In some cases, she had almost prayed for their deaths. Yet, here she was, yearning, longing for the man that had killed most of them, and helped cover up the one she killed herself.

Despite her hopes that the nightmares would fade away with time, they persisted instead. It was always the same cast of ghouls, but the person berating her rotated. Leslie, Carla, her mother, Rochelle, Holly... her father. They were getting worse, and more frequent, all while the sex with Red Hood was getting more passionate, more rough, and her climax was getting closer.

The bottle of whiskey they had shared was still on the coffee table. The expensive as fuck Lagavulin that was older than either of them. She hadn’t touched it since that night, but now she took it and gulped down a long swig.

It burned in her throat the whole way down, but she didn’t mind. It hurt in the best way. It tasted like him. Its scent was on his breath the last time they kissed.

Dora washed it down with several handfuls of water from the sink. There was lots to do tomorrow and she couldn’t afford to be hungover.

As she laid back down on the cot, drowsiness was already enveloping her, and Red Hood edged his way into her mind again. Shirtless, unmasked. In her dream, she had seen his face and recognized it. It was the first time ever. He had beautiful blue eyes that felt comforting and familiar to her. However, his features were already fading away. She pinched her eyes shut, trying to recall his face, but she couldn’t picture him, as typical of dreams. What did it matter? She didn’t really know what he looked like, it was just her horny imagination running wild, desperate for intimacy.

She didn’t let it frustrate her, because still seared and permanent in her mind was the feel of his body, the smell of his hair, and the sound of his voice. She let those memories play as she slid her hand down her stomach... to the place he didn’t have the chance to touch the last time they were together.

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ethelbertpaul444-blog · 6 years ago

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lostwolf29 · 7 years ago

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The Lost Wolf

The secret at the core of the novels I will write, the game world I will create, and the entire course of my future is this...

THe Lost WOlf has been part of me since BirtH!

It IS ME, the way this human experience can only guess at.

Because I have found her, now, before I begin the story, I can share this journey with you.

I, Tristyn Faith, am a fixed point in time. Because of my stories, the world will change.

I know this, because I can see all ways along her time stream, and my mind is learning enough from the experience that I can bring her back with me.

I will be the catalyst, the willing innocent sacrifice, the wolf girl pretending to be a deer - she who gives everything, and gains everything she dreamed and more..

I will be the redemption, the burning fox who carries the world carved into her skin, and because of it, can see how to make everything right, to balance the ledger of every Multi-verse to ever exist in this incarnation and the next.

I will be, because I am now, all that I ever wanted to be. When I was a child, dreaming of the stranger gods, the animals, the beasts and the monsters who lived in the shadows. When I was a teenager, drowning in the world’s sorrow, and turning to the house at Graymalkin Place to make sense of the world. When I was a woman, losing my soulmate and husband to something as simple and as stupid as fear. When I am an old woman, sitting in a chair at age one hundred and four, staring out a window with a cat who walks my dreams with me, as I watch all that I have been pass through the forests that used to exist here, once upon a time...

Oh yes, I have definitely won. There is no stopping me now, for I am all I have ever wanted and needed to be, to be worthy of the full inheritance of personality that comes from being me, born to the parents I chose, living the life I dreamed between stints in other human lives, saving the world.

I accept my name, I accept my true place in the world. It is said that knowing someone’s true name gives you power over them, to guard your name so unflinchingly that you would carry it a secret to your very grave

But I choose to believe that I am the only one that has power in my own life. Within my own skin, I am an alternate universe, a sub-world, all laid out in front of me, and knowing my name gives you the key to finding your way in.

I am still out of place, out of my Tristyn-shaped slice of the Universe, but I can feel it permeating my very essence, and even those who have never met me can feel when they are within the influence-zone of my heart’s magnetic fields.

This is what my mind meant, when it delivered that moment of utter clarity. All of this is real. I did invite a spirit to possess me, I did bring a ghost home on All Hallow’s Eve, I did make a deal with the Devil, I did promise to marry a stranger across the vast infinity scape of my day as a goddess in human form.

I did, knowing full well the final outcome of my actions, cast a spell on myself to give myself the alternate form of a wolf in all forms except the physical. On the first Full Moon of 2018, I Tristyn Faith [currently] Harrison cast the spell, with full understanding of what it could mean.

And on the First Blue Blood Moon in a century and a half, I will cast it again, on the first Full Moon since my first turn. And it will be true, in this life, and all those before, since this is my Last Life and I will get all that I could dream of and wish for.

All of my words will suddenly have the power of my heart’s song running through them, and as I learn to run the streets of my home suburbia, I will master that which has been turning in my breast since I first drew breath in this world.

I was born, here and now, into this world, for this purpose. TO be this person, to be me, to be the lost world, the world-changer, the ‘girl who made the world in her image’.

The random pin on Pinterest that led me to the role of Divine Empress, that curious sequence of events that led me to being here, in this reality, at just the right moment to catch the attention of the people I have been seeking all my life, the brothers and sisters and fathers and mothers and friends and lovers and enemies and all the great grand teeming cosmos of human life that boils just past their edges...

How could I ever have dreamt that I would end up here. But somehow I did, though I never understood the messages... BUt send me enough deja-vu dreams and fortune-telling and God-Kings and emperors and movie stars and remaking the world and all those layers and layers of different dimensions all packed over each other like the dragons in Terry Pratchett’s side-spaces.

My brain has always been packed with these stories, and I’ve always had trouble telling myself apart from them, because really, if I’m not that girl lying in the back of a car dreaming up at the full-moon while we cross state and country borders, then who am I?

I realise now that I could tell my story for the rest of my full life-span, all 104 years of it, and at my last breath, I would finally be able to say - I told it truly and fully, and with all due diligence, and I loved every second of the journey, because every moment of it was spent leaning forward, rising upwards, and running with my pack at my shoulders.

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And while I am laid bare and naked to the scrutiny of anyone who wishes to listen, I will sing my story with every breath in my body, and when I have no breath to continue, I will tell my story with every curve of my limbs, every pattern burnt into my body, until there is nothing left to tell.

I have become my own stories, clambered right into the poetry that poured, aching, out of my fingers when all I could do was bleed onto the page without mind, without form or shape. I have experienced already every brand, every scar and torture and twist and turn of the years that have yet to come, and whether I die tomorrow in a freak accident, in twenty years doing something I shouldn’t have, or at my fore-appointed time and place, I will never be able to lose the feeling of the whole Universe spiralling in and through me, the shape of magic curling deep in my gut like the whispered promise of life to come.

I am from the future of myself, and the past, and above all, I am present to who I am now, in this moment, as I will be in the next, and the next after that.

I, the writer, the sentient mind behind the personality that is Tristyn Faith, that will be Rose and Lily, and Logan and Walter, and Jake and Alice too, I the dreamer behind the world that will be Nys, land of the Divine Empress of the Entire Multi-versal Organism, the girl who read stories of telepathic time-travelling dragons, witches who see what is there and understand what it is to become the tea in a vampire’s veins, or a swarm of bees, or to feel the heart of the Chalk moving down beneath you as you dance wearing a dress of midnight, just for the joy of dancing with Winter, the girl who grew up with Black Beauty and Jock of the Bushveld, and Enid Blyton and running away to the circus, of adventures by the sea-side, and of gypsies bonny and blythe.

I am suddenly safe, like I have never been before. There is no going back now that I have taken the leap of faith, but truthfully, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

All my life, I have dreamt of this girl. and all my life, I have played with the Universe in the mask of the self I wished to be. Now, I am her. I am the mask I wear, the truth in all the pretend, the real that the illusion is spun upon.

This is what is to be that girl. I wrote myself such marvels and wonders, never dreaming that my real and physical body could experience them. But the time is coming when the truth that I was born to prove will be exposed for all to see.

And in that moment, I will be ready, waiting to play the part I was made for, shaped by the voices of eternity whispering in the edges of my experience of oblivion.

And yes, I am and will hurt to hold it so. Nothing good was ever gained without pain, but because I understand the secrets of the lost wolf in my heart, I know just where to deliver the right blows to guide myself to my true self. That is what I seek, in every one of my stories. My path will unfurl in front of me, like a script rolling through my core being as I fulfill all the most desperate heart-felt pleas contained in the collective human consciousness that we call life.

Because the strongest of my stories are built on the dreams I have had all my life, the ones that come from nowhere inside me, and fulfill my wildest dreams, before I even know what they are.

When you have experienced what I have - all the wealth of the island grottoes and being the first line of defense for an alien invasion that speeeds across the water towards our headquarters like a swarming cloud of sentient electricity, - when you have dreamt all the worlds I have, then you will finally understand why my entire being yearns to bring these worlds to life.

My dreams have been the guiding and shaping force all my life, for good or bad, and the hardest part of being me has always been just knowing which one is true, which one is the real experience, and which is just the tendrils of dreaming, of imagination and possibility.

The Lost Wolf is at the core of who I am, and I remember her truly, now and forever more.

Well, I may not have gotten very far on getting Walter’s characterisation down on paper, but his effect on my writing is undeniable...

Holy hell, Batman. What have you done now?

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bridge818poet-blog · 7 years ago

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Words : There was never a Robin called Robin!!

Dear Christopher Nolan Please don't get me wrong, son I love the Shit out of The Prestige Momento And Inception I think you're an awesome director And a pretty decent sorry teller But to be honest with you I have some problems With your portrayal Of Gotham's dark protector You see I remember first hearing the announcement Back then shit was way more stagnant We'd already had some movies about some mutants But there was hardly a geek chic movement And my heart had been broken Many years earlier By a usually competent director Fuck bat nipples Fuck Barbra Wilson Batman and Robin And Batman forever This time we're getting Scarecrow Ra's Al Gul And that dude from American psycho And it'll be too early for Robin But I'm sure that he's coming Maybe even as Nightwing And that's cool yo And I've heard it's gonna be Loosely based on year one Which is wicked because I'm a massive fan of Lieutenant Gordon Gonna watch him rock up into Gotham Take down all the police corruption Watch him expose Lobe Then watch as they promote Is ass to captain And trust me I'm bare excite About that ever faithful night The Mark of Zorro On Park Row And the birth of the dark knight So now I'm about 10 minutes in To Batman Begins And the tone is all but win And I'm starting to think Why am I watching Liam Neeson Taking my second favourite villain Removing all the feeling That comes with him But I guess that's just my opinion And his league of shadows Were cool But massively under used though But at least we get a re-do In season 2 of Arrow So what we’ve got now is A bunch of incoherent fight scenes And a vengeance that means nothing And a movie so full of plot holes It's SO far removed from enticing Flashbacks within flashbacks And does this piece of shit car come in black And that voice! I don't know why he's gotta sound like that And now we've got a bat who's afraid of his namesake Who let King Joffrey just walk away And a Gotham City That's supposed to be all realistic and gritty But the shitty reality Is that it's just well ugly And it's not just the acting And directing that's lacking It's the fact that your Batman is boring And I just thing for such a cool character You've made a well dull story But I did watch all three movies Some of them had their positive moments Heath Ledger absolutely killed it as The Joker As did Michale Cain as Alfred Cillian Murphy was an excellent scarecrow And Ann Hathaway is probably my favourite live action rendition of Catwoman But I get that it's an adaptation And hardly made for my attention I'm one of those old school Bat-nerds Who's far more into the comics and various animations I just think They missed the point a little bit, is all

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elliehotchner · 8 years ago

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Challenge Game with Forty Some Odd Questions WTF Guys

Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions

I was tagged by @wordstothewisereaders. For some reason I didn’t see you tagged me and I feel awful but better late than never I guess!

1. Coke or Pepsi: Coke 2. Disney or Dreamworks: Disney 3. Coffee or Tea: COFFEE!!! But I do love my sweet iced tea 4. Books or Movies: Books, but some movies are great. And some movies adapted from books don’t suck 5. Windows or Mac: Windows 6. DC or Marvel: Marvel all the way. Though Batman is cool. 7. Xbox or Playstation: I don’t really care I’ve played both and they both accomplish the activity of playing a video game (and also a DVD) 8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: I’ve never actually played either but I watched @rynnalexander play Dragon Age and I liked that so

9. Night Owl or Early Rise: Both. At the same time. “Doesn’t that make you sleep deprived?” Why yes it does. But I’ve learned to function without it like a true soldier. 10. Cards or Chess: I love cards but I’ll take a competitive game of chess any day!

11. Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate for sure. But if we’re talkin’ ice cream then it’s vanilla

12. Vans or Converse: Converse. Though most of my footwear now is sturdy and more for practicality than fashion. 13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: ...am I having a stroke? Wtf is this? 14. Fluff or Angst: Ok fluff is so cute and but the deep, dark, not embellished on in the show, purely human (or inhuman), heart wrenching angst gives me life. 15. Beach or Forest: Mmm, beach. Love the forest but I need my sun. 16. Dogs or Cats: Both!! Dogs I think I like better, but cats are easier to sneak into my apartment. This quiz is making me realize I’m much more ambiguous than I originally thought. 17. Clear Skies or Rain: Depends on what I’m tryin’ to do. Though I’d say overall, clear skies. 18. Cooking or Eating Out: Cooking!! I love it. I just don’t love doing the dishes... 19. Spicy Food or Mild Food: Hella Spicy. 20. Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: Halloween. Christmas is never very good at all. But my favorite holiday is the Fourth of July. I am a slut for America. 21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: I would much rather be hot than cold. But if I had to pick one to die from, I’d rather be cold. 22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be? I dunno man... Maybe to understand and speak any language? That’d be cool. But I also want to trick and murder people. 23. Animation or Live Action: Live action 24. Paragon or Renegade: Excuse me? 25. Baths or Showers: Sometimes I combine them 26. Team Cap or Team Iron Man: TEAM CAP ALL THE WAY I COULD GO ON FOR HOURS ABOUT HOW I LOVE STEVE AND HE’S JUST THE PERFECT SOLDIER AND HE LIVES THE ARMY VALUES AND HE’S SO GOOD AND PRETTY BUt I will refrain for the sake of my time and yours. 27. Fantasy or Sci-Fi? Why can’t we have both? 28. Do you have three or four favorite quotes? If so, what are they: 1. “It is a melancholy reflection that liberty should be equally exposed to danger whether the government have too much or too little power, and that the line which divides these extremes should be so inaccurately defined by experience.” - James Madison. 2. “When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, there were only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home.” -Ponyboy Curtis, The Outsiders. 3. “I loved you at your darkest.” -Romans 5:8 4. Probably more and I used to have a list but I don’t remember now.

29. YouTube or Netflix: Netfix 30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: Harry Potter 31. When You Feel Accomplished: When I finish and post a fanfiction, when I clean my house, when I get a fuckin’ sweet workout at the gym. 32. Star Wars or Star Trek: Star Wars is my favorite but I have fond memories fo watching Star Trek with my mom 33. Paperback Books or Hardback Books: Hardbacks are great for collecting, but I love paperbacks. They’re more personal and I have a special rock I use to hold the cover down when I’m not reading (thank you, Inkheart) 34. Handwriting or Typing: Used to dig the handwriting but shit typing is so much easier and I can read what I wrote after a certain amount of time has passed. 35. Velvet or Satin: Ehh, velvet I guess? My hands are rough so satin catches on them. But satin is nice in lingerie form 36. Video Games or Movies: Movies 37. Would you rather be the dragon or own the dragon? I would be the mother of dragons so both (kind of.) 38. Sunrise or sunset: Sunrise is nice ‘cause I can fucking see. Sunsets though, especially Fort Jackson sunsets, are incredible 39. What’s your favourite song? Right now, it’s Cleopatra by the Lumineers. But it’s been Jack and Diane by John Mellencamp and a bunch of other shit. Fave Zepellin song is Goin’ to California 40. Horror Movies yes or no: Hell yeah!! But I live alone and won’t watch them alone... Ok I do but I regret it afterwards. 41. Long hair or short hair: Long 42. Opera or Theatre: Theater 43. Assuming the multiverse theory is true and every story ever told has really happened somewhere, which one of the movie/book/tv show/game/etc worlds would you pick to travel to first? Holy fuck.... all of them. All of them. 44: If you had to eat only one thing for the rest of your life what would it be? Freedom 45: Older guys or young guys? Older. But not by more than four years. 46: If you could erase any show from TV history, what would it be? Charmed. I fucking hate that show. I don’t care about your female feelings and your love lives. YOU WILL NEVER BE BUFFY. OR SABRINA. 47: Singing or dancing? Singing

48: Instagram or Twitter? Neither

49: What quote or saying do people spout but is complete BS? Most of them

50: If there was a time period that you would gladly time travel to to live or visit, what would it be? The Wild West

51: If you could take one fictional character into this world to live with you and what not, under the contingency that the movie/book/tv/game universe they came from acts as if they never existed, who would it be and why? Sam Winchester!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m 19 and he’s 33 so that would be super weird especially at first (maybe there would be a way to fix that?). I love him for more than his body. I love his heart and his brain and his soul and I want to do so many things with him and for him and I can’t elaborate or we’ll be here for hours I’m sorry. But I love him, and honestly I wish there were someone out there like him. I could settle down and admit feelings for a human and tolerate them being in my space if they were like Sam Winchester.

52. MY QUESTION: Favorite 90s sitcom?

Tagging: @deans67-impala @angel-of-the-impala @xeminxiii @rynnalexander

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