#by baby cass i mean...back when he was on the farm —

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anyone that enables me & gives me reason to write baby cass, i give you kisses on the forehead —

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I've Never Seen Luka, But Jon Kent Has

Basically I've never watched Luka but I read a fanfic where Jon gets the teen titans to watch it (parallels are drawn between Luca and Alberto and Jon and Damian) so now I will be watching it and writing the thoughts I have during it

No I will not give context and spoiler warning ig

Love the music during the studio logos

We love a superstitious king, I mean, I have a feeling he has a point

IF THEY HIT HIM IMMA BE SO PISSED

Awww, he's such a polite little guy

Luca is a farm boy!!! I love my little Jon Kent varient :)

I, too, would risk my life for shiny object

I, too, do the murder

OMG THEIR SO JON AND DAMIAN BUT LIKE BEING HUMAN IS BEING A VIGILANTE AND ITS THE SAME AS THEIR START BASICALLY I LOVE THEM

HE EVEN HAS THE SUPERMAN CURL

Dami would say he invented walking

And pretend he's not proud of Jon

THEYRE SO CUTESY

Bruno? Or Bruce...o... you get the idea

Sorry, they have Luca grab Alberto like that and expect me not to see them as the most adorable little guy love story? Their so crushing on each other

"You're so lucky your dad lets you do what you want," cue Superman's comment about Bruce getting hit on the head all the time

NO WAY THEIR SENDING HIM TO (basically) BOARDING SCHOOL TO KEEP HIM AWAY FROM THE "bad influence" THAT IS ALBERTO

Yes! Grandma, my queen!

"We can do anything" I love this movie

MY FRIEND SMELLS AMAZING

God I don't know her name yet but I love her

JULIA OR HOWEVER YOU SAY IT

We're not telling you our secrets! Tells secrets immediately.

FROM EVERYTHING YOU LOVE?????

I love Alberto so muchhhhhh

I love Mr dad human

Oh they know SOO many fish

No way everyone, including an adult, just saw that bitch rob some kids and didn't do shit

He is a sad little catfish

Why are his parents actually crazy

Aww, Alberto doesn't want to lose his friend

Noooooooo

Luca just wants to learn, and Alberto just wants to feel loved :(

How is the gayest looking dude there being homophobic?

When your new father figue wants to kill your entire species

Alberto got mad when Julia touched Luca's hand...

Why does Luca's hair looks like a croissant

NO LUCA WTF

I WAS ALMOST ON YOUR SIDE

GOD WHAT THE HELL

YES, MR DAD HUMAN, I LOVE YOU PLEASE DONT KILL YOUR NEW SON

FUCK.

IM NOT CRYING.

Nooooo

Their fort :(

BESTIE NO

NO ALBERTO MY BABY NO

STOP PUSHING PEOPLE AWAY SO YOU DONT GET HURT. IT'S NOT GONNA WORK

God the organizer adult lady us such a bitch

Why is no one concerned that the scuba kid isn't coming up for air?

Aww, his little clap self tap in

It's totally about to rain

Well shit. Sometimes I hate when I'm right

WAIT WAS THAT ALBERTO

I TAKE IT BACK I LOVE WHEN IM RIGHT

FUCK

NO I TAKE IT BACK AGAIN

I love them so much!!!!

MR DAD HUMAN NO

MR DAD HUMAN YES

YAYYYY

KING

Is the mom the same person that voiced Aunt Cass in big hero 6?

YES LOVE ME THE OLD LADIES

I decided it is a metaphor for older lgbtq people, feeling able to come out after younger generations have proved that times have changed, I love them

(They're sisters, so they're not together, but they can still be gay!)

BRO ITS SO ABOUT BEING GAY I LOVE THIS MOVIE

BRO ALBERTO

THOSE LITTLE LOOKS

YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE

JULIA 100% KNOWS

About his crush, not just Luca going to school

AHHHH HES SO SWEET

YES, MR DAD HUMAN, YOU NEED EACH OTHER

Their in love, your honor

THEIR LITTLE HAND HOLDING THING I CANT

IM SO MENTALLY ILL FOR GAY FISH

IM CRYING AGAIN

AHHH, THEY RIGHT EACH OTHER LETTERS

ALBERTO LOOKS SO SMITTEN WHEN THEY'RE ON THE PHONE

ALBERTO GETS HIS KNIFE

DOES HE BECOME A LIFEGAURD???

I love this movie

So much

DAMIAN ALSO HAS A CAT AND JON ALSO HAS A DOG

Also, here is my formal apology, her name is spelled Giulia, my b

Alberto learns to carve wood, awww

Also, does Luca EVER get shoes?

I've decided I need an Alberto to become a tattoo artist future au, at least like on the side or for fun or sm

The dedication is adorable

Yes, I just watched all of the credits. What about it?

I was rewarded with an after credits scene, so fuck you.

I'm gonna watch all the deleted scenes now, I'm not gonna specify which one so have fun guessing

Haha, they called Alberto and Luca the main relationship

BOO STOP TRYING TO GIVE LUCA A CRUSH ON GIULIA

YES ALBERTO CHEER ON THE KRAKEN AGAINST THE HUNTER

YES! CONFORMED LUCA A GIULIA ONLY PLATONIC

Also, she was almost a photographer, like TIM DRAKE?!?!?

Don't worry, Luca, I'll ride in a barrel lit on fire down a hill with you

Awww, they were raised by a lobsterrr

BRING BACK CANNED SEA MONSTER FACTORY

OH SEA MONSTER CAN PASS BUT IF THEIR FOUND OUT THE CONSEQUENCES MIGHT BE REALKY DIRE??? SOUNDS KINDA GAY TO ME.

Oh, Jon is extremely charming

I love how they used different animation styles (in how they had the characters move) on land and in the water

PH THE TRANSFORMATION ISN'T CELEBRATED IN LUCAS FAMILY AND HE MAKES IT A CONSIOUS DEASITION TO CHANGE HIS THINKING FROM I SHOULDNT DO THIS TO I SHOULD EMBRASE THIS? SOUNDS KINDA GAY TO ME

Bro, not the first version where Alberto outs Luca to Giulia, eek

And finally, Ciao Alberto!

Aww, Luca wants to see to Portorosso!

THE GAY OLD LADY SISTERS ARE DEFINITELY CLOSE WITH ALBERTO, AND I LOVE IT FOR ALL OF THEM

He finally has people who care about him!!!

AWW ALBERTO JUST WANTS MR DAD HUMAN TO BE PROUD OF HIM

Alberto, you do NOT got this

DONT LIGHT THE BOAT ON FIRE

OH SHIT

Noooo!!! Don't leave!!!

YOU'RE NOT HIS EMPLOYEE, YOU'RE HIS SON

HE CALLED HIM DAD!!!

YAY HUGS

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

MY HEART

I CANT

I love Alberto being an artist (a bad one, for now, but still and artist)

Okay, that's it, Ciao :)

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Pumpkin Patch

The lovely @lenle-g made some art for my story.

Scott paced back and forth behind his father’s desk.  Colonel Casey had called him on his personal cell and left a simple message.  “Please call me, it’s important.”  At the time, he was on a callout.  Now, hours later, he had to call her back.  She never called him on his personal cell.  

While he waited for her to pick up, he mumbled to himself,  ‘why didn’t she just call John?  She knew I was on a call out���she never calls my cell.”  She heard the last bit of what he said as the call connected and took one look at his face.  She got straight to the point.

“Scott your father is home and doing well,” she started.  “You deserve time off, you all do.  Since you brought him home, you’ve barely taken half a day for yourself.  And before you try to rebuke me, I checked.”  Scott scoffed.  “Ideally, I’d like you all to take a month.  Don’t give me that look.”

“What look?”

“I said ideally.”  He would not change the subject.  “Listen Scott, burnout is a very real thing, and you’re on the edge.”

“A month is too long.”

“Virgil’s and Cass’s have been a great help for local authorities…new skills, practicing old skills, teaching outside of the box stuff that’s not in the books…Did you know that you can open an oxygen bottle with a seat belt?”

“It depends on the kind of seat belt, but yes actually.  I’m the one that showed Virgil that trick after he lost his 5th oxygen key, but Colonel…”

“Take the weekend,” she interrupted.  “I hear it’s pumpkin festival time in New England.  Make sure you bring some of those apple cider donuts back for me.”  There was no room for debate here.  Either he took her up on the offer, or she pulled her pink card.

“Colonel…”

“No Scott.  Downtime for all of you.  You deserve it and can use the rest.”  Scott’s shoulders slumped.  She was right, and he hated it.

“You’re as bad as Penny.”  He said, defeated.  Colonel Casey smiled.

“Worse, where do you think she learned?”  She rubbed her chin.  “Let’s make a deal.  Take Thunderbird 2 with you.  We will call you only…and I mean only…if there’s no other option.”  Scott ran his fingers through his hair, sighed, and conceded defeat.

“Do you have a favorite farm out there?”  She smiled wider.  She knew that he’d come around.

“Yes actually, and I know right where you can park Virgil’s bird.  I’ll send you the details.”

–

2 days later, Thunderbird 2 touched down on a small farm in New York state.  As soon as they touched down, Gordon and Alan took off for the biggest pumpkins in the patch.  Jeff called out to them from his hover chair.  He hated that he needed it, but it was for the best. 

“Remember boys, you have to be able to carry them out.  No strapping them to my chair.”  It was a silly rule that Lucy made when Alan was a baby.  Gordon was barely able to toddle through the patch, but he wanted big pumpkins like his big brothers.  Unfortunately, Lucy didn’t have enough arms for that, thus the rule.  Jeff smiled at the memory.

“Ok Dad.  I'll just borrow Virgil’s exosuit.  I’m sure he won’t mind,” Gordon hollered back.

“Hey, not fair,” Alan whined.

“Just try it, fish,” Virgil replied, barely looking up from his easel.  “And don’t even think about grabbing yours.  It’s back home with 4.”

“Don’t get any ideas Alan.  Mine’s up on 5,” John added in.  Both boys pouted and returned to their hut.  Scott smiled.  This was nice.

“Scott and I are going to the shop.  Is there anything either of you want?”  John asked.

“You have Val’s donuts on your list, right?”  Jeff asked.

“We won’t forget them,” Scott answered.  “I don’t think that I would hear the end of it if I did.  I’ll make sure to grab some extra.”

“Yes son, they freeze pretty well.  Grab some ice cream to take home.”

“Will do.”  They took off for the general store with their list.

It was a really nice day for this.  No worries, not too hot or cold, a few clouds in the sky, and almost the entire farm to themselves.  Jeff suspected that Colonel Casey and Penelope had something to do with that.  He sat back in his chair and enjoyed the mountain air.  It was a perfect day to just relax and play.  His boys deserved this.  It was time to make up for 8 lost years.

“Looks great son,” he said to Virgil.

“Thanks Dad.  It’s just a rough sketch for now, but I couldn’t resist.  It’s really nice out here today.”  Jeff smiled and nodded his head in agreement.  He looked out at his boys.

Gordon and Alan found their pumpkin.  It was as big as both of them and would take all of their strength to carry it.  Jeff chucked to himself.  Lucy’s rule didn’t say that they couldn’t help each other.  

“Yes it is.”  Jeff and Virgil sat together in comfortable silence while Virgil continued to work on his sketch.  After a short while, Scott and John returned.

“Everything’s stored in 2.  We even found some nice apples.”

“Grandma will like that.  She really likes making her pies with Max.”  Gordon and Alan started to make their way back.  “Did they really lift weights for this?”

“Yes Dad, just like when they were little,” Scott answered.  “Ever since Gordon decided that Mom’s rule wasn’t ‘fair’”.  Jeff shook his head.  It was a silly rule, but every time they’d come out to the pumpkin patch, he would smile and chuckle.  Scott patted Virgil’s and John’s shoulders.

“Whatcha say fellas, let’s find some real pumpkins and show them how pumpkin carving is really done.”  Jeff didn’t think he could smile any wider.  It really was a perfect day.

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Mortal Kombat 11 x reader: Prologue

3rd P.O.V

The scene starts off with a black void but blinks to life showing (name) turning on her holographic projector that displays a screen on the wall of her/Mileenas' old room the screen displays a telephone icon. As she is continuing to mess with the box as it kept fuzzing up the projection the camera pans around the room to the left the large stone archway that lead to the balcony has sunlight coming through it, a dresser made of oak in an outworld style, a mahogany vanity mirror desk with matching chair as well as make up of various types organized in front of the mirror and photos stuck into the sides of the mirror edges one of her with her, Cassie, Takeda, Kung Jin and Jacqui all huddles in a group as Cassie is taking the picture, one of her in the sick bay sitting in bed waving her hand as Johnny and Sonya are by her side smiling with Johnny's arm around her shoulder, another photo of her standing with her hands folded in front of her with Raiden and fujin at the sky temple, a photo of her with Jax and his wife smiling as she was still healing sitting on the porch of the farm house, one of everyone from the last battle in a group photo with her sitting on a crate between Takeda and Jacqui with his arm around her waist and Jacquis arm around her waist and finally an old photo of her with and the original kombatants when she won the tournament also on her vanity was a framed photo of her and Mileena where Mileena was holding (name), who was smiling wildly in mid laugh, in a bridal style with her mask off she dons her royal clothes while (name) wears something similar but in red. the camera then pans towards her queen size bed with a dark brown hard wood frame and headboard soft off-white bedding covers the bed and next to the bed on the right side is a wooden baby crib where her daughter, Calithea, is sleeping in her little purple footy pajamas clutching a plush white rabbit and a pacifier in her mouth.

"connection is now operational" the computerized voice causing (name) to get up showing her black sports bra, that showed off her battle scars across her stomach most were light and un noticeable but one on the side of her waist showed very well, she brushed the dirt off of her long tan skirt and smiled "finally. ok call Cassie" she said then screen changed to the call screen for Cassies number. after a few rings the screen changes to show Cassie smiling wildly "Hey (nickname)!" she said happy to see (name) "Hey Cass how are you?" "good but where have you been?" "I'm still in outworld" "Outworld? why are you-" "hey Cassie we're almost-who are you talking to?" Johnnys voice is heard before he appears on the screen behind Cassie his face going from confused to happy im seconds "hey (nickname)!" (name) laughs "hi Johnny" "where are you right now?" he asked before taking a seat next to Cassie "I'm still in outworld" "still? why?" "remember how I had to go back to get something Mileena left for me?" both cages nod their heads "well in order to do that I had to ask for permission from Kotal Kahn and in exchange for being aloud to do that I had to become his right hand in all affairs meaning I can't leave unless he allows it" Johnny and Cassie are shocked by the news but Cassie shows more anger by slamming her fist on the desk "that's bullshit! he can't-!" "he can and he did" Johnny decided to jump in "you could of said no and asked for another trade or something" (name) shook her head and crossed her arms "I tried that and he basically said 'either I take it or leave it' and I didn't want to risk it besides what she left me...I'm glad I didn't leave it" Johnny asked "what did she leave you that is so important?" 

(name) smiled and uncrossed her arms "hold on" she walked off screen and walked to the crib and picked up Calithea with her blanket causing her to stir and whine a little "come on honey" she whispered to her. cradling her in her arms she walked back to the screen to show Calithea to her friends "this is why" Johnny and Cassies eyes practically popped out of their heads and jaws hit the floor. it took them a few minutes to collet themselves before (name) began to explain how her daughter came to be Johnny ran off to tell everyone leaving Cassie alone with her "does anyone else know about her?" "outside of outworld? no. but I will be telling everyone to let them know about her" Cassie was silent for a few minutes before she looked down at the baby "...what's her name?" (name)s smile seemed to be glowing "her name is Calithea or Cali for short" (name) said lovingly "she's beautiful (name)" Johnny ran back into the room with the sf team and Sonya to see (name) and her daughter. they talked for hours about her until Kotal Kahns servant called for lights out. saying their goodbyes, the screen turned off she placed her child in her cradle and covered her with her blanket "sleep well, Cali" she whispered before removing her skirt leaving her in her underwear and crawled into bed and laid down facing Calithea as she drifts off to sleep.

(ok no it's not the end of the chapter yet but I will be splitting up how Calithea grew up during the two years not a day by day thing but more of the important milestones in her life. there will be one or two less important ones in the chapter but that's mostly a filler part)

3 1/2 months-first laugh

(name) was on another video call with Cassie as well as Takeda, Jacqui and Kung Jin while Calithea was in her playpen playing with her toys "so how's it feel to be a single mom?" Kung Jin asked "it's fulfilling but there are days that I wish I could sleep longer than 2 hours" (name) smiled "how old is she again?" Jacqui asked "from what I can tell about 3 months when I found her but now maybe 3 and a half" "has she shown any personality traits of...you know..." Cassie trailed off knowing it's still a sore subject for me "no, other than her appearance, nothing. even if she did I would be there for her showing her right from wrong" Kung Jin then said "well you managed to tame Mileena and she was pretty much a psycho" (name) quickly snapped her gaze to Kung Jin "hey watch it! that's my..." she trailed off causing the others to look a her in worry

"(name) you ok? look I'm sorry it just slipped out" Kung Jin apologized. "I-I know its just that I only just realized Mileena and I never got married there for I can't call her my wife..." she shook her head as if to get ride of the thought "doesn't matter anyway back to the task at hand any news on Kano?" "no nothings come up and there's been-" Takeda was interrupted by loud baby noises making them all turn their attention to the sweet little baby waving her toy rattle trying to get her mothers attention. (name) smiled and walked over to her daughter, picked her up, and brought her to sit on the floor with her Calithea placed her foot in her mouth and began to nibble on it. Jacqui and Cassie squealed at the cuteness "awww! (name) shes so precious!" Jacqui cooed "I know right? who's mommies little sweetie pie?" (name) cooed using one finger to tickle Calitheas tummy causing her daughter to squeal and let out a big gurgly laugh.

(name)s smile widened and whipped her head back up to her friends "did you hear that!? she laughed! she actually laughed!" she beamed with pride while the others, the boys being included, cooed to the baby "Shes so cute!~" Cassie said happily "oh she's such a sweet heart" Jacqui grinned "you guys do realize when shes older shes gonna be a heartbreaker like her mom" Kung Jin laughed while Takeda agreed with him they all laughed together as well as Calithea who didn't even know what was going on she was just happy that her mommy was smiling.

4 months- visiting Hanzo

(name) walked out of a portal, wearing teal knee length dress with a turquoise poncho over it carrying over her left shoulder a baby supply bag and holding her baby in her arms with the baby being hidden by the poncho, at the fire gardens where students she knew and students who she had never met stopped their training upon her arrival. one of the older students ran to get their master as younger students, as young 7 years, ran up to her smiling at their old headmistress "miss viper!" they cheered surrounding she smiled back "hello my little warriors! how are you all?" she asked they all began talking about their training as of late when Hanzo came out and spotted (name) "alright that is enough. even if she has been gone for quite some time that gives us no reason to bombard her with questions" he said dispersing everyone to their designated areas he then smiles at her "you've finally returned" he said walking towards her she sighed "yes but I can't stay the most I can is a week or so" she informed him "I do not understand you said you would-" "and I was until Mileena sprung something on me" she moved her poncho to the side to reveal her sleeping baby Hanzos eyes widen in shock.

After they entered hanzos room (name) explained everything that has happened as of late and the reason why she can't stay "I'm sorry, Hanzo, I wish I could stay her but my hands are tied and I must do what's best for my daughter. you can understand, as you were a father yourself, where I'm coming from" she said as she watched her daughter crawl across the tatami floor, in her little lilac sun dress with a purple ribbon around her waist and bow at the back, gurgling happily. Hanzo takes a moment to look at how (name) was with her daughter as disappointed as her was that she would not be staying her with him he was happy she came to visit him and was even more surprised she had a child. he had to admit that the daughter looked more like Mileena than (name) and was confused "forgive me for asking but I am curious as to why your daughter-" "looks more like Mileena than me? I want to say she somehow knew that she wouldn't be around and that she made Calithea to be there for me but we both know that she was confident in her strength meaning she thought she would be there for the both of us" (name) interrupted him "...did you love her?" (name)s head whipped around wide eyed to hanzo "w-what?" "did you love her?" she was silent for a few moments

"...yes I did and a part of me will always love her she was so bold with her emotions, she was my shield when I was weak and I was hers when needed, she loved me before I had my abilities and when I got them they were out of control I burnt her and some of her soldiers but she still stayed by my side. no one can ever replace her and what hurts the most is knowing that I can never see her again because I couldn't protect her" (name) said smiling sadly as tear spilled out of her eyes. Even though hearing that she loved Mileena hurt him Hanzo knew how she felt he felt the same way and still blamed himself for not protecting his wife and child. He leans forward and wipes away her tears "You are not the one at fault. you did everything in your power to protect the ones you love there was bound to be casualties now that you have Calithea you have a new purpose in life. being a mother and from my experience as a father it is the most important role you shall ever have" he said trying to comfort her. she smiled when hanzos attention was diverted to the small tug on his pants he looks down to meet the golden gaze of Calithea on her knees with her top half on his knee with a toothless smile up at him gurgling Hanzos heart softened. he picked her up and cradled her much like he had his own son (name) moved to sit beside him and leaned her head on his shoulder watching as he played with Calithea.

6 months- teething

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"(name)!!! RETRIEVE YOUR SPAWN THIS INSTANT!!!" (name) ran into the throne room from where she heard reptile yell only to find her daughter chewing on his arm (name) picks her up but she immediately begins to cry making (name) panic. she began checking to see what was wrong when she open Calitheas mouth to see a flash of white peeking through her gums "oh pumpkin your teething" she said then turned to reptile "Reptile would you mind getting a cloth, dampen it then bring it here please?" she asked he nodded, not because he wanted to but to shut up the spawn, and done as he was told in the meantime (name) looked down at her daughter and remembered what Hanzo said about her appearance she had to admit that she is a little sad that her daughter doesn't look like her but she was happy to have a daughter non the less.

Reptile returned with two cloths and handed one to her, quickly placing it in her Childs mouth allowing her to chew on it, while he used the other one on his arm "getting rid of the drool?" (name) said trying to make a conversation he grunted "that and the little holes your spawn has pierced into my skin" he said showing the two tiny blood dots. surprised (name) gently removed the cloth and took a closer look at Calitheas teeth and could see there were some normal teeth coming through but there were small fang coming through in place of the canines. (name) was ecstatic she spun her daughter, who took back the cloth, around in the air "my baby girl has my fangs!" she cheered confusing Reptile.

7 1/2 months- first words

Calithea was sitting with her mother as she was reading a book to her about different flowers "...and this one is a Lilly" (name) said pointing to one of the pictures. Calithea loved flowers she knew that much and how many pretty could they came in she babbled as she looked at the photo but something caught her eye there was a blue bird in the photo "ah! ah!" she chanted pointing to the bird "hm? oh that's a blue bird honey. there are many of them on earthrealm I promise you one day I'll take you there to show you them" she said smiling turning the page "this is another flower called the-" "p-pwetty" (name) whipped her head down to her daughter, unconsiously dropped the book "w-what?" she asked. calithea just clapped her hands together as she bounced in place on her butt "Pwetty! pwetty!" she chanted (name) couldn't believe her ears. (name) scooped up her daughter and bounced with her pressing their cheeks together smiling wildly "your first word! oh I'm so proud of you!" she said peppering kissed on Calitheas cheeks causing her to giggle.

9 months- first steps and visiting sf

(name), wearing black tights, white t-shirt and brown combat boost with her hair in a braid reaching her waist, walked through the base carrying Calithea, who was wearing a white t-shirt, purple overalls, frilly white ankle socks and purple shoes with her hair in high pig tails, towards the control room where the only person in the room at the moment was Jax. she smiled and walked in saying "did everyone take a vacation or something?" Jax turned around and his eyes lit up a little as he smile "well look at you just look a you" he said placing his metal hands on her shoulders "every time I used to look at you I saw that 18 year old girl I met when all this started and now I'm looking at a young fighter" Calithea smile up at him and placed a hand on his metal arm getting him to look at her "and who's this little angel" he asked smiling at her "this is Calithea...my daughter *looks to Calithea* Cali this is mommies friend Jax you wanna say hello?" (name) said smiling to her baby girl Calithea nodded and looked back at Jax raising one arm "Hi!" she said happily. "already talking?" "yeah she started about 2 months ago, once she started she kept going but she can't speak complete sentences but she knows alot for her age" (name) and Jax sat down at table to talk about there lives while Calithea crawled around "so how have you been?" (name) asked "not too bad but Vera got sick" Jax said sadly "oh no...Jax is she going to be ok?" "I don't know...I'm hoping you know if she will since your..." (name) shook her head "sorry I don't since I never went back home like last time I don't know what will happen in the future from the moment shinok was defeated everything else became a surprise for me" Jax sighed "I'm sorry I can't help you in that sense" "it's ok (name) you don't have to be sorry for anything it's not your fault"

meanwhile Calithea crawled out of the room and through the base when she found the training room where Jacqui and Takeda were training she giggled and crawled towards them happily. hearing the giggle the two women turn around and see Calithea crawling to them they smiled at the cuteness of the baby and waited for her to stop right in front of them. when she did she sat on her knees and reached her hands up to Jacqui "jac jac!" she giggled Jacqui awwed at her and picked her up "hey there little star~ where'd you come from?" she asked as Cassie wiggled her fingers at her "mama in da woom!" "which room pun'kin?" Cassie asked using her old nickname her mom gave her "wit metal man!" the two women look at each other and smile "so she's with dad" Jacqui said then proceeds to walk out with Cassie towards the room where her dad and (name) were. on the way there they met up with Sonya and Johnny "Hey dad look who's here" Cassie said making her father look at her then to Calithea he smiled and picked her up "well look who it is! it's our own little princess!" he said making her laugh Sonya shook her head smiling and walked over to her "hey there soldier what are you doing out her alone?" she asked booping Calitheas nose making her giggle "(name)'s here and she's talking with uncle Jax" Cassie answered as they all began walking to where (name) was.

"so what's it like fighting for Kotal Kahn?" Jax asked "it's not too bad and I don't really do much fighting. it's more like what I did with Mileena which was basically attending meetings, providing suggestions, patrol the streets with his allies and the occasional hunting of either those who cause trouble or Shao Kahns old allies that still roam more of the former than the latter but the only difference is I act as Kotals body guard should anything happen and being the one to kill the punished if they cause too much trouble. There's also the fact he has a uniform for me to 'prove my loyalty' or something like that I don't know it's weird for me to even think about" "damn well is there anything good that come out of it?" "yeah a roof over my head, food in my belly, the necessities, money I earn to buy my daughter the things she deserves and needs and give her the life she can have with the best I can do" Jax raised an eyebrow "with the best you can do?" she sighed "honestly I want to raise her on earthrealm somewhere quiet and give her a normal life...but I can't I'm worried every second of the day and ever since I came back I feel like I can never rest without being worried but there are those rare time I can be at peace" Jax could sympathies with her and was about to say something when the door opens revealing her friends as well as Johnny holding her baby "oh god! I didn't even notice" (name) said scolding herself for being carless as Johnny put Calithea down "(name) its fine. she's safe here" he said trying to calm her a bit as she stood up "I know but-" "uh (name)?" Cassie interrupted making everyone look at her but her eyes were on Calithea.

(name) turns her attention back to her daughter and her eyes widen Calithea is trying to get to her feet (name) kneeled down from where she was and held her arms out to calithea "come on...you can do it" she said still not believing her eyes. Calithea finally got to standing on her feet, albite wiggling a bit, she took her first step towards her mother then another she was stumbling a bit but was making her way to her mother smiling all the way "mommy!" she giggled (name) was on the brink of tears as she watched her daughter in pride and joy that her first steps were to her while Johnny remembers how Cassie learned to walk around her age "well I'll be" he muttered Calithea finally reached her mother and fell into her arms (name) immediately wrapped her arms around Calithea with tears of joy falling from her eyes "I'm so proud of you my little bird!~" she cheered kissing her daughters cheek making her giggle "I wish I had it on camera" she sighed "gottcha covered kid. every room in the base has surveillance in every corner just in case there was ever a double agent, a mole or goofing off I'll get a copy and send it to your comm before you go back" Johnny said smiling at them both "thanks I really appreciate that" the rest of the afternoon was spent with Calithea learning to walk from person to person and Cassie and Jacqui playing games with Calithea while the original kombatants talk strategies to keep the enemy in Budapest at bay.

1 year- mommy who's that?

(name) was wearing her uniform that Kotal Kahn issued her, which was golden coloured sandals that wrapped around just below her knee, a teal skirt that reached 3 inches below her butt with gold lining on the edges the sides were only connected by two golden straps as well as having what looked like two droopy butterfly wings on the back with the same colour, a teal crop top, a under the but sleeveless teal and gold jacket, gold choker, gold armband, gold armguards and on her head she had what looked like leaves on the side above her ears, (I'm sorry about the description but I's nearly impossible to describe for me if you guys can be my guest when I post a picture of the clothes) when she walked in cleaning her lunar blade, a armlength metal pole where on the side of the end a blade in the shape of a crescent moon it, she then placed it down on its holder "Cali? where are you?" she called out when she turned around and saw her daughter sitting on her mothers bed holding a frame.

(name) walked towards her and sits beside her "whatca got there, birdy?" she asked when she saw the photo. it was of her and Mileena "Mommy? who is that?" Calithea asked (name) she hesitated and picked up her daughter, sat criss-cross and placed her daughter between her legs "the lady in the photo...Her name was Mileena she's your other mother" she said sadly Calithea looked up at her "but you're my mommy" "I know honey and I am but she is too. you...you oh I don't even know how to tell you" "Mommy? what am I?" (name) looked down at her daughter stunned only a year old and she was asking something like this? she took a deep breath "well Cali you are...you are something amazing. you are the child of one of the most amazing women I know she showed me her world and I showed her mine" (name) began to tear up.

"Mileena, your mother, made you with both hers and mine dna I'll tell you when you're older what that means but she made you because she knew I wanted to be a mommy" Calithea soaked in the words her mother spoke "but where is she?" (name) smiled sadly "she's not here anymore...someone who used to be our friend...made her disappear. your mother was made just like you using magic and science you are half human and half tarkaten" Calithea points at the picture "she looks like me!" (name) smiled and nodded "yes you do, birdy, but you have my fangs and smile" "tell me more about mama!" "*laughs* your mother was a strong woman she never let anything get in the way of what she wanted. she was the Kahnum of outworld and I was her queen" "then why aren't you still the queen? "well your mama didn't listen to some of her people and they were angry so one of them stood up against her and won but I wasn't there at the time so I couldn't help her so she was cast out" (name) paused and thought about what els she could say that won't make Calithea think that wouldn't damage Mileenas image "did mama love me?" (name) snapped her head back down to the child "of course she did! she made you birdy and if she was still here with us she would have loved every moment she spent with you" (name) pet Calitheas head "she used to call me Pretty bird you know? and it surprised me that your first word was pretty when you pointed at the picture of the bird" "really?!" she asked excitedly making (name) laugh.

the rest of the afternoon she spoke of her time with Mileena and the adventures she had until Calithea ask her "who made mama disappear?" (name) froze coming down from her cloud nine of memories and held her daughter close "her name is Kitana she used to be my friend but things happen" Calithea saw her mothers distress and hugged her "it's ok mommy. mama is in a better place" (name) smiled and held her in her arms Calithea burned the name into her mind 'no one will hurt my mommy ever again'

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Batfam moments I think about a lot and wish we'd have more stories of...

1. Bruce Wayne learning how to "dad" and making SO MANY MISTAKES. But we see him evolve over the years, and slowly getting used to it. He will always have communication problems, and have moments when he's a total jerk. Let's not forget he's only human, and we all have bad moments. Buuuuut, he’s the kind of father to go make a detour to buy his kids their favorite dinner (and yes, all of them, like before he comes home to Wayne Manor, I can see him go to différent take aways and bring back their favorite food haha). 

Or like, remembering exactly what they’re into lately and looking stuffs up on the internet to get up to date. I bet sometimes they’d talk about a band or video games and Bruce would be like : “Oh yes, I particularly like the battle mode of this blahblahblah” and they’d all be stunned haha.  I think he has a special way of loving. It’s not always obvious, out there right in your face, but it’s most definitely there. 

His children are his strength (as shown in many stories... In more stories in fact, that the ones that exists where he's a total dick to them). And he cares for them in his own way, which can sometimes appear cold and such, while it's just that he doesn't always know how to react. Like. We have to remember his background, it's not really surprising he has communication problems and such things. But he cares... So much. 

He's thé kind of dad that goes out of his way to please his kids, even if said kids don't even notice the small things he does for them because ya know, hé just does it and they're used to it and it's only as they grow up they truly realize how out of his way he went for them etc etc. À discreet , pure and différent way of loving. He knows them, hé truly does. “You don’t even know me !” one of them would say after a fight, out of anger, and he would answer : “I do.” confidently, and they’d be like : “PROVE IT THEN !” and Bruce would enumerates everything he can think of about them. Favorite color, favorite meal, favorite book, favorite tv show, hobbies, crushes, fears etc etc...Anyway. Yes. 

I just want scenes of him slowly learning how to be a father, and not being the best about it all the time, yet trying his best and it’s obvious he does. We forget sometimes what he went through, and what it truly means for him to adopt and take care of those kids. We forget often that he became Batman, mainly because he does not want any other kid to experience what he went through. Bruce as à father is far from perfect, and hé makes shit tons of mistakes, but he tries, and hé loves them deeply. I think that's why I really hate canon lately, they turned him into à mindless brute who genuinely abusés his kids. It's so, so, so bad, and goes against decades of stories. It's written by people that think "edgy" is à personality trait and what people nowadays love (which is totally false). I'm pretty sûre that for all the canon examples of him being à jerk to the Batkids, I can pull out about ten times more examples of him being à good dad. Again. He's flawed because he's human, and he's difficult to understand at times... But no one will ever make me believe he doesn't love his children with all his heart.

2. Young Jason being super surprised that Bruce is actually a very good cook because he always pictured filthy rich people never doing anything themselves...and Bruce being like : “You know, I was mostly raised by Alfred. Of course he would teach me basic house skills.” while flipping expertly the food in the pan. Alfred one day telling the kids something like : “Everyone always think Master Wayne is a bubbly idiot who cannot work his way around a house, but this is very wrong. He has been changing his own sheets ever since he was 7, and his parents already made sure that he would know what house work is, so he could treat the servants right by seeing how difficult it can be. When his parents died, I took care of him, and there was a long moment he would follow me around everywhere, maybe in fear that I would go, too...During those moments, I taught him a lot.” And then just Bruce showing à few things to his own kids, as à parallèlism to how him and Alfred were (and still are) ❤️.

3. A direct follow up of the one above, Bruce teaching his kids all kind of stuffs. How to play piano, how to fall without hurting yourself, how to cook, how to fight, how to ride a bike for those who didn’t know etc etc...A perfect mix of totally normal domestic stuffs, and of night vigilante stuffs. I bet he’d make up “escape games” for his kids on boring Sunday afternoons, because it’d develop a lot of their skills needed to be Robins (or whoever) AND is fun. I think the reverse totally works too, the kids teaching him things. Like, how to play that video game, how to use slang without sounding like an old man, how to paint his nails, blahblahblah. Just moments together, because they spend so much time with each others like, come on. They have hobbies too. And care about each others enough to want to know about it, and share stuffs etc etc. Growing together, ya know ?

4. More crossover moments with the entire family, not just one or two character : John Constantine being there to ask help for a thing (or not asking help but Bruce wouldn’t let anyone “tamper” with Gotham without him being there so...haha). Zatanna coming around to teach the kids some magic (just like her dad did with Bruce...not “real” magic but like, escape magic and all), or something. Green Arrow making à courtesy visit with his wife, son, and sidekicks. The Superfam and their strong bonds with the Batfam being shown more, and not always in that “rival” way. And like, all of them, not just one or two characters at a time. Sunday lunches at the Kent farm, gaming nights (to which Bruce is dragged to), friendly compétitions, blahblahblah.

5. “Baby” Dick having nightmares in the middle of the night of his parents’ death, and Bruce always being there. How Bruce understands and is always around for him. And reassures him. And on that note : I’m sure most of the kids have nightmares during the night, and Bruce becomes better and better over the years at soothing them. Oh also, if Dick, after he goes and lives in Bludhaven comes to sleep at Wayne Manor for any reasons and has a nightmare, Bruce will just automatically go to him...awkward and cute scene ensues haha.

6. Cass’ first words to Bruce. A very emotional scenes because...it’s the first time she speaks. And it’s clumsy and she’s not sure of herself, and her voice trembles a little. But she’s talking. I’m not sure what her first words would truly be, but most definitely something that touches Bruce. That move him. That make him realize how much he loves that kid.

7. Bruce taking Jason to a baseball game (pre-death Jason) for his birthday because that’s what the kid wanted as à gift. And then later, them going to a game once again after their reconciliation. A very big parallel between the two scènes ya know, as Bruce reminisces. Both end up with Jason hugging Bruce because his favorite team won. In the first scene it’s little 8/9 years old Jay excited and is all cute. In the post-death scene, it’s a grown up Jason who had been angry at Bruce for so long and finally forgave him, and who hugs Bruce without even realizing he does it, because he’s just happy...And it ends on Bruce’s face smiling like, he finally got his boy back.

8. Tim and Damian bonding. I hate it when they're only represented as hating each others 24/7. They had à rough start, sure. But they grew à lot... I just wish we could see them more actually learning to be brothers, accepting each others etc etc. Now of course they'd bicker. Like any siblings. But I bet they'd have à lot of common intérests and such. That they'd like to tease each others, but would genuinely like hanging out and all. 

Also Tim is à very understanding sweet person, hé might be annoyed with Damian at first... But he would be amongst those who get it, ya know ? Who gives him time/à chance ? Like Bruce at first did everything wrong with Damian. He was harsh and violent and used intimidation (things Damian was too used to...) thinking he needed that to get Damian to lose his old ways (until he realized how wrong he was and apologzed and took à gentler way...ah that was good shit right there, Bruce acknowledging it all and trying to be better... Not like this current canon Bruce who's an asshole and never suffers any conséquences of it...). Well I think Tim would be more understanding and realize... Damian is just à kid. And Tim is à big brother now ? His older siblings were there for him, it's time for him to be there too. Know what I mean ? So yeah. I wish we'd have more of them actually being brothers and bonding.

 Same for Dick and Jason. I wish we had more of them together before Jason's death, and after too... They've been brothers for à long time, their relationship from start to Jay's death to him coming back... Is so interesting. Also, same goes for Cassandra and any of them.

9. Tim getting genuinely interested about Wayne Enterprise, and going to work with Bruce. Asking à million questions and mimicking à lot of B's mannerisms. Dick never showed much intérest in the company, and Jason could've been à great "heir " to it all had he not die and all... I don't think neither Damian nor Cass would care much. But Tim ? First canonically he is interested. But even so, he's just that "type" of kid ya know ? I bet he'd be very excited about the charity side of it all, and find novel ways to to make the world a better place. After all Tim is thé only one of the Robins to not have à tragic background (at least at first, after je was also hit with loss and pain... ) when he first became Robin, and who helped Batman and all completely selflessly. Because it was the right thing to do, and for no other tragic reasons.

10. Damian learning/enjoying really normal basic things gives me life ? Like the boy grew up in such à specific environment, there's so many things he must've missed...Disney movies marathon, vidéo games, just having fun without any other purpose than to have fun (no training), knowing what it is to feel safe and warm... You know. I wish we'd just see Damian understanding and learning things he was just never given, that are just... Nice. Of course being Batman's son means his life can never be completely normal (and I'm not sure he could fully adapt to à normal life... People always seem to forgét the deep traumas he went through during his childhood, which is why he was how Hé was at first...aaaah Damian came à long way), but you know, hé can still expérience so many new things, with his siblings and all ? With his father who tries really hard ? With Alfred ? Just. Seeing truly Damian have that character development without backtracking on it all the time (you know how in canon stories he's à total brat, then gets better, then back to à friendless brat who hates everyone and so on and s forth :/). Seeing him wanting to become better, and actually having à nice évolution.

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When I'm sad, I like to headcanon scènes about the Batfam, stuffs I wish we could see etc etc haha. Here's just à few I thought about today. I just.. Love them so much, love to share my love for them, and néed to escape current canon a lot haha. Anyway. Here we are.

PS : Sorry for any typo, I wrote this on my phone, and since I'm French, the autoccorect is changing almost every English words to French ones and I might've missed à few mistakes it made ( which drives me crazy haha. And is why I only put 10 "scènes" and not more... Ah, for another post ?).

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Do you have headcanons or thoughts about Cassandra's parents in Bitter Snow? Like have they brushed shoulders (or butted heads) with Sir Peter/Royal Guards before? What was their relationship like with Sirin?

WELL

as it happens this is a subplot of moonless air aksdfkjfjsdk

stream of conscious rambling below the cut

prior to the blight i figure socona had that kind of… small, poor village where nothing important ever happens vibe. it’s relatively close to a major city but still off the beaten track in that it is, like, almost due east from artois, which means that if you’re headed from artois to the other two major cities in southern corona, alcorsīa or charcāthēn, you’ll miss socona by miles. and meanwhile if you head east from artois you hit… socona, and then just mountains. it’s not on any major thoroughfares.

so in terms of law enforcement they had… a handful of locals organized into a watch that, technically, reported to the king’s watch, but in practice didn’t really have anything to report. very nowheresville.

so i don’t think sholar or morana had any direct encounters with the king’s watch prior to the blight beyond like, bringing crops through the city gates in artois and the normal exchanges with guards posted there around harvest time once a year. and of course like… most folks in socona still worship zhan tiri on the dl and that is very much a “keep your head down, don’t make waves” lifestyle because you do not want the king’s watch to start paying close attention to your community. so

sirin i think of as being like 6 or 7 years older than sholar, so right in that range where they still grew up together but she also very firmly thinks of him as her baby brother. they were born/raised in socona on the family farm and i think as a young woman sirin had a lot of ambition and wanted to leave and do more with her life than farming whereas sholar was very happy in socona and very keen to raise a family of his own there; so when their parents passed he inherited the farm instead of her.

they were def very different people but i think they were always pretty close, and sirin being the more… cynical/worldly/cautious of the two always had a big protective streak where sholar was concerned and they butted heads over that a lot.

i think sirin spent a few years of her early twenties just traveling around the region which definitely. radicalized her a bit in comparison to the average person in socona. because pre-blight, like i said, socona was kind of just this out-of-the-way village that no one cared about and that brought with it a small measure of safety from corona that isn’t really the norm. and then sirin went to places like alcorsīa and charcāthēn and then also saporian communities in marne and vinovia and also just traveled around in the region and both… saw that everywhere was not like socona in terms of saporians being left more or less to their own devices, and also directly experienced discrimination herself in a way she hadn’t before and that made her go hmmm.

and i think she responded to THAT by getting a lot more invested in the syconium than she had been previously, because fuck you. she was def on the boat of like, “this sucks but we can’t change anything so we have to just hold on tight to what we have now so at least nothing will get worse” for a long time, and wanting to like.. help preserve the culture of the syconium etc. which led to her studying to join basically the priesthood

(vocabulary time: the general terminology across all three cults of the ternary is cháthar, which refers generically to anyone who associates directly with one  [or more] of the gods and translates literally to mean “magic user” so basically “witch,” or crēzhan [gendered forms: crēzan if female, crēśan if male, crēźan if nb] for cháthar who are also leaders within a temple. this one if translated literally basically means “holy/divine person” but it’s more akin in meaning to like, “reverend” in that it is an honorific.

and then each cult also has their own specific terms and what sirin is is aó alar which is roughly like… lorekeeper, storyteller. and then in the present day she is also a witch and the syconium’s leader so cháthar, crēzan, and aó alar are are titles that apply to her)

ANYWAY. she met maíne dathámar around this time. i go back and forth on whether maíne was from marne or charcāthēn but either way i think she was a musician and keen on history and they just sort of. clicked instantly. traveled together, fell in love. eventually decided to settle back down in socona in like their late twenties, tath and then cornaīn happened.

meanwhile morana was born/raised in artois and i think of her as being the daughter of fairly well-off folks who ran off to be with the poor farmer boy and…probably had a very difficult time adjusting to actually living in socona and, you know, being poor, and a farmer now. she was head over heels with sholar but also very much not prepared for the farming village life / a lot of culture shock going on. and i think sirin helped her a lot with the process of working through that? because sirin was fairly well-traveled and despite having grown up in socona spent most of her life wanting to get out of it so she had this point of connection with morana that sholar just didn’t/couldn’t have and that helped them bond and gave morana an important outlet for talking about things she missed about living in the city + getting accustomed to the quirks of rural life.

(the first time morana woke up and saw, like, deer in the garden was a whole thing)

and like sirin would’ve been happy with anyone who made sholar happy but i think she also just genuinely adored morana and very readily welcomed her into the family

tath was 5 years older than cass and cornaīn was 3 years older than her so while the kids were all pretty close cass was definitely like, the annoying tagalong of their little group / the baby constantly trying to keep up with the bigger kids.

in terms of looks i think cass takes after sholar a lot more than she does morana; similar facial structure, the greenish-grey eyes, dark hair, shorter/stockier build. morana i think of as having been a very tall, very fair-but-freckly ginger and cass just did not get any of those genes at all besides that she’s pretty pale lmao

cass’s maternal grandparents are still alive and living in artois but i don’t think they’re on speaking terms with sirin because they weren’t happy about morana leaving for socona in the first place and then as far as they’re concerned sholar went and got her killed; i think they’ve probably heard both versions of the story and are a bit skeptical of sholar *really* being innocent because they hated him when he was alive so. i also haven’t settled on names for them yet, rip.

[supersxn]

GROUP CHAT || SUPERFAM + CASSIE

WHO: Jon Kent, Cassie Sandsmark ( @demiwxnder​ ), Conner Kent ( @kxnel​ ), Clark Kent ( @lastsxn​ ), Kara Danvers ( @maidenxfmight​ ). Mentions: Erik Lehnsherr, Bruce Wayne, Lois Lane. 

WARNINGS: Mentions events of Red!K/drugging of Kara with the red kryptonite. Kon and Cassie both love to swear! plus Clark being a Bad Dad. Vague mention of sex, oops. 

SUMMARY: What started out as teasing Jon turned to Clark revealing something about Kon that had the entire group chat questioning his intentions. 

Cassie: how long until the baby finally decides to stop hiding behind mom and dad and comes home do we think?? just curious

Conner: not for another week at least 🙄

Jon: 😐 thanks.

Conner: tell me i'm wrong 

Cassie: you know he's not!

Jon: maybe i want to avoid you two being GROSS

Conner: avoiding grossness by going to the farm? yeah, okay.

Jon: didn't ask for your opinion, especially from you two.

Cassie: yikes.

Kara: let him have kansas

Conner: I don't want Kansas anyway so there

Cassie: we're having a great time in nyc so we'll pass.

Jon: 'we'

Conner: the best time. in every room 🙂

Jon: EW.

Conner: lol

Kara: oh gross

Cassie: 😉 don't get snarky and we won't overshare!

Conner: he never learns :pensive:

Jon: i hate this.

Clark: Jonathan stop adding me to chats.

Jon: i'm innocent!

Cassie: oh ew.

Conner: whyyyyyy

Clark: If having Jon at your apartment is such an inconvenience I'm sure something else could be arranged, Conner.

Cassie: so you do know how to acknowledge him? fascinating.

Conner: Jesus, that's not what I even meant [UNSENT] whatever.

Jon: he didn't mean it like that, dad.

Clark: We'll be speaking about this later.

Jon: great. [UNSENT]

Kara: they're brothers, this is pretty par for the course for them. i promise they’re fine, kal

Conner: You know I'm pretty sure even Batman can go two sentences without ruining a conversation, Supes.

Clark: sure, brothers.

Cassie: they are brothers, but whatever makes you feel better about never acknowledging your other kid.

Clark: I have a name, Conner.

Conner: Cass, it's fine.

Cassie: it's not, but i'll back down if that's what you want.

Clark: Conner, now that I have you would you mind telling me why Magneto seems to be so fond of you?

Cassie: ...what is he talking about, kon?

Conner: oh fuck off, Clark.

Jon: uh oh

Clark: Language!

Conner: fuck you. Don't tell me what to do.

Cassie: kon-el, what is he talking about?

Clark: I cannot believe you continue to live with this... disrespectful hooligan!

Jon: dad. breathe. he's my brother, this is pretty par the course.

Conner is OFFLINE

Kara: he's family you would do well to remember what family is kal-el

Cassie: fuck you, clark. i hope you realize how shitty of a dad you are. if you can even be called that for your blatant favoritism of your only 'actual' kid. actually. do you even pay attention to anyone outside him and your wife? probably not, huh.

Clark: That boy has been speaking with the man who just caused you to take part in a terrorist plot.

Cassie is OFFLINE

Kara: and i'll be talking with /him/ about that maybe this is a good time for everyone to step back and take a breath

Jon: yeah.

Clark: He's more Luthor than Kent, Kara, there's no changing that.

Jon: how? how is he? what proof is there of that?

Kara: do you know him? really know him?

Jon: do you think batman would even let him get near one of his robins if he was? i mean, seriously.

Clark: Other than the fact that Magneto seems to think they've forged some sort of kinship? You just saw how flighty he got, don't be naïve, son. I know enough.

Jon: you accused him of colluding with a terrorist. i think i'd be flighty too if you accused me of that. i'm not naive.

Clark: He knows he's a Kent. Now where else could he find that out, Jon?

Kara: sometimes it's good to /ask/ first. if you'd spend some time getting to know [us–DELETED] him, maybe you'd know when something is off. why don't you try talking to him? without attacking him.

Clark: I handled Lex with kid gloves and it nearly cost me everything. I'm not letting that happen again.

Clark is OFFLINE

Jon: he's not lex!

Kara: kon isn't lex

Jon: great.

Kara: okay then

Conner is ONLINE

Conner: is he gone?

Jon: yes.

Conner: dude, he sucks

Cassie is ONLINE

Cassie: are you going to explain then?

Kara: he's gone, but can we still talk about this magneto thing?

Conner: it's not like what he made it seem like.

Kara: i'm asking, not accusing, i promise

Cassie: excuse me for being worried when you've been disappearing constantly lately. [UNSENT] we just want you to explain we're not accusing like kara said.

Conner: just like, during the siege I went to Stark tower and told him to fuck off and then we might've like met for coffee or whatever. it was nothing

Cassie: why the fuck are you meeting him for coffee?

Conner: Look, what he did was wrong but he has shed light on a ton of stuff. He asked to meet, I said fine and we had coffee. That was it.

Jon: on /what/, conner?

Kara: 'wrong' is an understatement–[DELETED] he /drugged/ me–[DELETED] can we talk? in person?

Cassie: why didn't you tell me?

Conner: Depends, will you lie? I didn't want you to worry over nothing

Cassie: this seems more than nothing. since when do you keep things from me?

Jon: are you being careful at least?

Kara: no, i promise honesty

Conner: I'm not keeping things from you! You just never asked. yeah, I mean obviously, or I'd be dead, right?

Cassie: how am i supposed to know to ask about you getting coffee with magneto, kon-el?!

Conner: I don't know how you want me to answer that

Cassie: because you know any answers you have are shitty. whatever, kon.

Conner: Kara, I'll just... come to you I guess.

Cassie is OFFLINE

Conner: Goddammit. Tell your dad to stay the fuck out of my life, Jon.

Jon: sorry, conner. i'm sure she'll...be less angry in the morning? maybe. she's angry all the time, so i don't know

Conner: heh, yeah. Well it's not your fault. You obviously got more of your mom's genes. 🙄

Jon: i'll tell her you say hi?

Conner: says a lot about me, huh? [UNSENT] yeah. Thanks, Jon.

Jon: good luck, dude. on both fronts.

Conner is OFFLINE

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Companions Favourite Songs on the Radio + Why

I've gotten a few questions on why I chose the songs I did for each character so I figured I may as well post about it :)

FO4

Cait; Crazy He Calls Me; The only thing she can relate to is ‘crazy he calls me’ and that's basically it. However, she has often wanted the feeling of being ‘crazy in love’ and hopes to one day experience the song in its full value and meaning

Curie: Anything Goes; It was the first song she heard when she left the vault, the message that ‘anything goes’ and that anything can happen to lift her spirits even more when looking at the enormous world she now gets to experience

Danse: Its The End of the World; He doesn't like music on its own and finds it distracting during missions, but if he had to choose one it would be this song. He finds its message charming, wishing more people would accept the reality around them and focus on the current issues instead of focusing on the past and future.

Deacon: Atom Bomb Baby; He cannot help but hum and sing along to it whenever it appears on the radio, the puns and metaphors being right up his alley and the intro being his favourite melody to hum when he’s bored. He also just loves the word ‘wigwam’.

Hancock: Personality; It’s slow, sombre and has a lot of sexual undertones, what's not to love? He loves singing along to it while teasing Sole and making them all flustered over it.

MacCready: Baby It’s Just You; Hearing Magnolia song it in the Third Rail for a while, he's memorised the entire song and requests it whenever he can. He recalls back to Lucy while humming along to it. Eventually, he begins replacing that image of her with Sole, but still retains the same amount of love and respect for what the song holds.

Nick: Way Back Home; it was Pre-War Nicks favourite song, its charming melody causing him to recall back to the Pre-War days with his wife and home, he listens to it whenever he's overworked or about to rest.

Piper: Pistol Packin’ Mama; her go-to weapon is a pistol and that's basically it. Nat made the reference when she began sporting the weapon and it stuck, her and Nat always sing it together whenever it comes on the radio.

Preston: Sixty Minute Man; He chooses to ignore the sexual undertone of the song and focuses more on its upbeat tempo and the reference to the ”Minute Man”; though he cants help but recall to it whenever he and Sole are ‘busy’

X6-88: Civilisation; He feels a sense of personal connection with the song. Hes a man/synth of refinement and has a distaste for the Wasteland in comparison to the institute. So, although while he does not necessarily find interest in music, it was charming to him that people felt the same way before the war and before such a place of cleanliness and ‘perfection’ like the institute was created

FNV

Arcade: Big Iron; it reminds him of the stories he was told as a kid, a big bad guy taken down by the good guy. This childish hopes stayed with him and when he first listened to the song he was so heavily invested in the story of the outlaw and ranger, it was like he was a child again, without fear or worry.

Boone: Blue Moon; he feels like it captures the moment he first met Carla. Down on his luck and overwhelmingly depressed since BitterSprings, hoping for a new chance at a better life, the universe finally giving him something good

Cass: In the Shadow of the Valley; it's her dream to finally settle down and look at the world for what it is without a single care, while she can’t yet experience it personally, the song is the closest thing she can get

Raul: Lone Star; It reminds him of his old home and family on the farm, along with the memory of singing it with his family while they worked.

Veronica: Jingle Jangle; Much like Deacon she just loves belting out a “JINGLE JANGLE” whenever it plays no matter what situation it is.

FO3

Butch: Dear Hearts and Gentle People; He isn't into all the depressing songs like the majority of other ones on the radio, and he never understood music without words so he naturally defaulted to this song. Though the song does instil a bit of hope that good people still exist out there.

Charon: I Don’t Want to Set the World on Fire; He doesn't like music but does find an odd charm to this one, disregarding it being a love song. He finds the eeriness of it oddly calming, finding that it fits in well with the world as it is.

Clover: Easy Living; she dreams about a life with just her and her lover at their home enjoying a peaceful, normal life. The song helps her relax and daydream over the possibilities.

Fawkes: Mighty Mighty Man; why not? It's loud and makes its presence known and a lot of people find it obnoxious, right up Fawkes’ alley

Jericho: Butcher Pete; it's about a guy going around a smashing every woman he sees both figuratively and literally, what else would a misogynistic raider need to relate to?

[galadrieljones]

Dragon Age Question Meme

Tagged by @thevikingwoman and @idrelle-miocovani. Thanks!! ^_^

tagging @pikapeppa @a-shakespearean-in-paris @wrenbee @bearly-tolerable @hidinginthehinterlands @ladylike-foxes @sasshole-for-rent @ma-sulevin @princessvicky01 @lyrium-lovesong

01) favorite game of the series?

Inquisition. It was my introduction to the franchise, and I just have a hard time going back to older games and enjoying them the same? I really liked Origins, but the silent protag, despite my love for Skyrim, isn’t really my thing. I’ve never *actually* played all the way through DA2. Don’t shoot me. I just don’t have the time lol.

02) how did you discover Dragon Age?

My husband bought it for me for my birthday one year, on a recommendation from a guy at GameStop. He said, “My wife loves Skyrim. What are some other games she might like?” Inquisition had just come out like six months earlier.

03) how many times you’ve played the games?

I’ve only played through Origins once. I’ve played through Inquisition in its entirety (including Trespasser) 4 times.

04) favorite race to play as?

Hmm. I’ve played most as an elf, but that’s due to Solavellan. I am not really an elf-exclusive kind of lady. My first two PTs were with Trevelyans who romanced Cullen and Sera respectively. In Skyrim, another game with a million race choices, I’ve mostly played as a Nord, with a couple wood elves, too. So, I like elves and humans equal, I’d say.

05) favorite class?

Rogues, archers in particular. This is pretty much always true for me. Though I play Revasan Lavellan as a two-handed warrior with a great big sword and it’s QUITE fun (in Skyrim, my main Nord is a two-handed warrior, too.)

06) do you play through the games differently or do you make the same decisions each time?

I have mixed certain things up. I’ve done playthroughs in Inquisition where I let the Wardens stay, playthroughs where I exile them. I’ve also gone with the Templars once, though I mostly choose the Mages because I just like In Hushed Whispers better. I like to mess with the opening world state a little in the Dragon Age Keep, too. But there are certain things I always need to be the same, just because I can’t cope with the other options lol. For example, Morrigan and Warden Matthew Cousland are an OTP for life for me, and it’s canon in my brain forever that Matthew would not do the blood ritual with Morrigan, nor would he allow it to be performed with anyone else, so he died saving the world. But they do have a baby together--Kieran exists. But he is not an old god baby in my universe and never will be.

07) go-to adventuring group?

Solas, Iron Bull, and Dorian with Sene Lavellan; Solas, Cassandra, and Sera for Revasan Lavellan. Sometimes, I’ll mix things up a little with Sene (who I’ve played a LOT) and bring Sera instead of Dorian, or Cole instead of Dorian. Sometimes I’ll bring Cass or Thom instead of Bull. I specialize Sera with daggers, actually, so I can have two kinds of rogues. 

08) which of your characters did you put the most thought into?

Overall, probably Sene, since I’ve played her the longest and written about her the most. But I’ve put a lot into Revasan as well. In some ways, I feel I know his code better than Sene’s. 

09) favorite romance?

Solas. But Sera was also lovely.

10) have you read any of the comics/books?.

No. I have “Masked Empire,” but I’ve not read it.

11) if you read them, which was your favorite book?

-

12) favorite DLCs?

Trespasser. I also like Jaws of Hakkon. The Frostback Basin is a super neat setting with a lot of strangeness and beauty. I love the pink.

13) things that annoy you.

Not much? Mostly I get annoyed when parts of the fandom fixate on things that annoy them. That annoys me, because I’m here for the positive vibes, not the negative.

14) Orlais or Ferelden?

Ferelden. I think it’s weirder. 

15) templars or mages?

Mages. Honestly both factions have problems  in their leadership as far as I’m concerned, but I tend to choose the mages more often, because the quest is more fun in Inquisition, and I just can’t stand the idea of them being enslaved by some Tevinter fuckface. 

16) if you have multiple characters, are they in different/parallel universes or in the same one?

I have two universes: one where Sene is Inquisitor, and one where her father Revasan is Inquisitor. They each exist in their respective universes though and are the same people, just in different roles. Sene is with Solas in both.

17) what did you name your pets? (mabari, summoned animals, mounts, etc)

Warden Matthew Cousland named his Mabari Good Boy.

18) have you installed any mods?

Console only

19) did your Warden want to become a Grey Warden?

No. He didn’t want anything to do with the Wardens. He was sort of like the Prince Hal of the Couslands, causing trouble and being ironic and kind of a jerk and a charmer. Morrigan often casts him as having had a bandit’s sensibility but a good heart. He joined the Wardens because after his parents died he was a mess and didn’t know what else to do or where else to go. I picture him as only having been like 24.

20) hawke’s personality?

I kind of just go with classic purple Hawke lol. He’s a little derpy but brave as hell. His plans often go wrong but he’s very good at improvising. He romanced Fenris. His name is simply Garrett. 

21) did you make matching armor for your companions in Inquisition?

No lol. I like to use knightly colors though. I always use light, silvery metals and then with accents that fit each character’s personality. Sene’s accent color is always a fiery red. Revasan’s is a cold blue.

22) if your character(s) could go back in time to change one thing, what would they change?  

Probably not much. My characters all tend to sort of face forward at all times. Revasan might change things from his wife’s tragic backstory though. He might save her family from the Fifth Blight if he had the chance.

23) do you have any headcanons about your character(s) that go against canon?

Plenty lol. I headcanon my Lavellans as land rich farmers who live stationary, wealthy lives and have for three generations. I have robust headcanons for the Dalish in general, mainly that there is a robust farming tradition among them, and that there are more successful Dalish elves than many humans and city elves realize. Nobility and Chantry officials would be unfamiliar with their culture, but any agricultural and merchant families of Ferelden and Orlais and the Free Marches would probably work often with Dalish farmers. I also headcanon Dalish farmers as being very much in league with the Merchant’s Guild. The Lavellans have a strong, historic partnership with the Tethras family, for example, because of all the business they do in Kirkwall. Varric has known Revasan and also Sene for many years. 

I also reject the barefoot elves thing. I just...for me, personally, it’s too Fantasy with a capital F and I like things to be a little grittier than that. So my elves wear boots, okay? Come at me.

24) are any of your character(s) based on someone?

Nope. Or, well, I mean, Revasan’s appearance is heavily informed by that of Luke Evans. His voice claim is like a mix between Gordon Ramsey and Jude Law. Sene is entirely unique.

25) who did you leave in the Fade?

When it was Hawke or Stroud, I left Stroud. When it was Hawke or Alistair, I left Hawke. Hawke wanted it more. Alistair is too...precious in my mind. I was worried about him. But in my sort of main world state, Alistair is King of Ferelden and not a Warden, so Stroud is actually in the Fade for all intents and purposes.

26) favorite mount?

Lol I don’t use mounts. My party and I run around on foot like children and get eaten by bears like men. 

[gocatboygo]

1-50 for Rosa

I’m Love You.

1) What is your OC’s favorite color?

maybe red? could also be brown, but like probably red

2) Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect?

bad christian romance novels from pre-war. cass gives her most of them. twilight is included in this but its by no means her favorite like she thought it was just ok

3) What kind of things is your OC allergic to?

nothing comes to mind

4) What kind of clothing does your OC wear?

in public she almost always wears a mask, usually either the legion recruit mask or the ncr ranger mask. also construction gloves. spends most of the beginning of the game in a sherrif’s duster & then from there she just wears whatever covers most of her and supports her gear, if it’s really hot out she’ll wear the wasteland surgeon armor

5) What is your OC’s first memory?

she still has her memories from before the bullet so probably something from her childhood

6) What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite?

she really fucking loves horses. like she’s a Horse Girl TM. least favorite is like,, djfdsfjs cazadores idfk

7) What element would your OC be?

definitely earth!

8) What is your OC’s theme song? 

probably a mitski song lmfao. either that or everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears

8) Do you have a faceclaim/voiceclaim for your OC?

bold of you to assume i have anything for this oc / i just realized i fucked up the numbering here so enjoy that sdkfjdsk

9) What deadly sin would best represent your OC?

after she gets pretty deep into the game, maybe after the sierra madre? greed. i can see her going a little out of control after she has to give all that gold up (even though she could bring 1 bar back bc She Big) and just kind of. taking everything

10) What are your OC’s hobbies?

she’s a courier at heart so delivering packages dsjkflsjdw. farming, solitaire, reading those bad novels i previously mentioned, knitting, gecko hunting… watching holotape movies on her pipboy… getting terminally bored and taking med-x ksdjfkds

11) How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they?

she’s fairly patient, the only time she really gets hot-headed is at fortification hill when she goes to meet with lanius (caesar dies of his cancer p early in her canon). also probably at the tops, she doesnt like bein in there

12) What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.?

cis woman / bi / mexican / human / etc.

13) What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?

uhh she learned how to cook from home-grown ingredients and in lasting bulk so she mostly eats stew and potatoes. every time she goes to freeside she gets that “mystery meat” from the stand in front of the gate despite the fact that its transparently radroach meat. she doesnt like the meat from the ultraluxe (even before she finds out it might be people, its fancy and garnished and she dont trust like that) but she loves their brahmin cheesecakes so she like, settles kdsjfksd

14) If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why?

rex. rex. rex. rex. r (she also has like 2 brahmin at some point ksdjfksdf)

15) What does your OC smell like? 

that’s ! a wildin question huh! probably gunpowder and old leather 

16) How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job?

she works for house, owns a small farm (after a while, in spring of 2282), and does various quests around the mojave for money. she was a courier for 8-9 years and she loved it, so id say thats her ideal job, but she’s past it. she’s very happy with where she is in all 3 of those jobs !

17) What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?

her biggest fears would probably be claustrophobia and getting buried alive (because benny). she has nightmares abt it, like 2 the point where every so often she wakes up and just Has A Good Sob. she has very low charisma (1) and very high endurance (9), her strength is also pretty good

18) What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song?

she thinks truly madly deeply by cascada is the best love song ever written. she also listens to radio new vegas & a holotape cass gave her that’s mostly feminist anthems from the 20th century and 2 instances of mad about the boy

19) If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?

oh god she would fucking hate the pre-war world. she would probably just go find a horse tbh sdfjsdkf what else is there to do! 

20) What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves?

she has brain damage from the bullet. it didnt affect her intelligence or (for the most part) her memory, but she does have, like. chronic headaches, brain fog, dizzy spells, things like that. like i said before, she also has nightmares & claustrophobia from the same incident. as for pet peeves, she hates people who talk a lot without saying anything or try to sound smart for no reason. she has no problem with talkers as long as they like,, Say Something dsfdksfj

21) What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?

she grew up in a very small (very catholic) village, so im not sure if she exactly went to high school?? but she did attend school. she was sort of a loner, she had a single mother w no siblings & shes like 6 feet tall so both of those things made her a little bit outcast ksdjfksd. i mean she. She Was A Horse Girl what else do i have to say

22) What is a random fact about your OC? 

god i dont know!! uh… oh omg she thinks astrology is something vulpes made up and when she hears arcade talking about it she out of bodies

23) What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living?

rosa’s a very simple person, she mostly just wants a good life for herself. stable work and a stable life make her happy. a lot of her philosophy throughout the game is based on the fact that she’ll do (almost) whatever her employer asks her to, thus her being a house courier. most of her relationships are based almost entirely on trust, which is another major philosophy of hers 

24) What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them?

honestly??? i read so many fics (especially f!courier/vulpes) where the courier was a Relateable Pretty Girl TM that i probably just wanted to make a female courier who had actual substance and weight. rosa is married to (ex-legion) vulpes so she rlly does largely serve to subvert the genre in fnv fic

25) Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why?

i mean. her husband probably skdfjkdfs. she’s been travelling with vulpes for a long time and she’s had to put her life in his hands a lot of times because of that, so he’s grown to be very important to her. mr house is a close runner up. i hate to say this but arcade is probably her least Impactful TM companion skjfdkds she barely travels w him 

26) What kind of childhood did your character have?

i say some of this in the other questions but like heres all of her backstory in one i guess kdsjfsd. rosa was raised in small catholic village somewhere outside nevada, i havent decided on what state its in bc im fucking dumb as hell. her family (like great grandmother type shit not her personally) & a few others came up from mexico years ago to get away from raiders, made a village and Kabaam. her mother had her, and then a second baby who was stillborn, and her father disappeared a few months after this happened. her mother raised her there until she was 20 and she signed on with the mojave express as a courier in an attempt to get out of her village and find Something To Do With Herself TM. she was a little outcast growing up, not totally isolated but certainly not very popular, and it caused her to be a very independent person later in life.

27) What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions?

she fidgets sometimes but i wouldn’t say she stims. clenches her fists when she’s nervous. she likes to smoke and chew tobacco (especially when she’s stressed out) but it’s only a minor addiction

28) If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose?

honestly?? “Forgive Me Mama” bc that’s what it says on her helmet sfjdsfhd

29) Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

apparently bc she fuckin did! she wants stability and someone to take care of her, and she likes the idea of being a unit with someone a lot more than she likes the idea of just dating them, so i guess thats how vulpes Happened ™. she actually can’t have kids bc she got irradiated pretty bad while she was looting searchlight :/ but she doesn’t want kids because 1) she’s travelling a lot for her work and 2) she doesn’t want to have to shape her life around a child. god knows vulpes cant interact w children, but he still wants them in theory because he wants a legacy

30) What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory?

ring-a-ding-ding! it’s getting shot. her favorite memory is probably either like, easter when she was a child, or some time she swam in a river with vulpes, she’s fuckin basic

31) If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be?

a horse. i wanted to answer this differently but it really is just a horse

32) Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? 

she’s killed! if she’s provoked or if her employer asks her to, she will absolutely kill someone. destroying the bos bunker was hard for her though :/ i like to pretend she didnt do it even though shes house ksdjfklsdhg

33) What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

maybe its just the fact that its 2am and i have poor reading comprehension but i have no fucking clue what this means

34) How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

her imagination is pretty good! i wouldnt call it excellent but it’s pretty good. she usually only daydreams before she falls asleep or gets up in the morning (or if she’s just like rlly chilled out skdfjds). she doesn’t worry much.

35) What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

i have no idea how to answer this one, which is a tragedy. maybe ill come back and answer it someday lmao

36) What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do?

The House Always Wins I-VIII

37) What would your character do with a million dollars? 

in all seriousness she’d probably just stop having any financial restraint and start buying whatever she wants whenever it comes to mind. also she’d buy vulpes like 100,000 gambling chips from gomorrah and tell him to lose his mind skdfhjldksg

38) What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can?

fridge at her farmhouse: vegetables, gecko meat, some seasonings, leftovers, beans, cram / fridge at the 38: An Entire Pot Of Stew ™, leftover tops restaurant takeout, a cheesecake, crispy squirrel bits, a post-it note from veronica saying they’re out of shampoo / bedroom floor: ;) / garbage can: empty cans, vulpes, plastic wrappers

39) Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

first thing that came to mind was to gomorrah, in her Fancy Riot Gear and ranger’s helmet, with raul. no idea why but like have a fun night bb sdkfjdslkf

40) What does your character do when they’re angry? Why?

depends on why she’s angry, but usually she’ll either start ranting at whoever she’s mad at (which never lasts long) or just go silent and tense up. she’ll also grumble. i mentioned this before but fortification hill was probably the only time she was so mad she was just yelling at everyone skfjkdsf

41) Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? 

she has a lot of scars! the most visible one is a cobweb-shaped scar on her forehead from when benny shot her. she also has another less prominent scar on the side of her face from Some Shit. various scars on her torso and arms from various sources, another bullet scar on her arm from raiders, maybe more. there’s a particularly bad scar across her ribs from being slashed w a knife (raiders again)

42) What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said?

she hates the irish

43) How does your character react/ accept criticism?

i dont know if she really cares? shes still a little bitter abt some insults she took as a kid but like arent we all. it makes her more angry than insecure

44) If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza?

under normal circumstances, she’d throw it in the fucking trash. if she HAD to eat it she’d be fine skjfsd she just wouldnt like it

45) Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works?

yeah, she probably puts a needle in its shoulder or something to see if it works. shes so used to being end 9 she doesnt consider the fact that She Will Lose Her Shoulder

46) Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle?

she can’t draw slkdfjsd. she probably has like… some warrior cats type drawings from when she was a kid and thats it

47) What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult?

her father dipped when she was maybe 1-2 years old, a few months after her brother was stillborn.

48) Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush?

she likes a little bit of candy, mostly lollipops. i cant see her getting a sugar rush

(i know i fucked up the numbering) 50) If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count?

this,, could actually very easily happen because of her brain damage, ive explored that concept before. she would probably spend a lot of time alone or with the people she’s closest to reflecting on her life and trying to die in peace. if she had enough time she’d go see her mother again, but it’s still unlikely

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jesus fucking christ thats long, rip mobile users. tysm for sending me this!! i didnt realize how much 50 questions was dksjfkds. yall can keep sending me these (like 1-10 at a time skdfjdg) for other couriers if you want but like i understand if ur tired of hearing me Fucking Talk after this

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

Whole (Part 2) - brood au

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Dick Grayson, all the kiddos Pairing: implied/past/future superbat Summary: Despite his kids’ claim, Clark didn’t make all these photo albums just for himself. A/N: Equally as bad as the first part I guess. Conner is also in this album, I just didn’t mention any specific ones. Jon’s gonna take over this reunion at one point. And despite his ridiculousness, Bruce absolutely loves him already. The ending is probably a little too figurative, but it’s basically Clark thinking ‘oh man, I want to spend all this alone time with Bruce.’ but then also: ‘God I fucking love these kids so much, and I love these little moments of spending time with just them just as much as I want to spend time with Bruce.’

Part 1.

Other Brood AU things.

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It was like herding sheep, getting everyone back inside. The kids could barely let go of Bruce, and Dick was already off, chatting Bruce’s ear off before he could properly climb the porch steps.

They piled into the living room, Lois motioning to the sofa, offering it to Bruce. Bruce nodded silently and took it. His children began to swarm around him, Cass and Tim on one side, Damian tight to the other. Jason was going to sit next to him, but Jon beat him to the spot, curling his legs up and leaning against Damian like a scared puppy. Jason just snorted, ruffled Jon’s hair, and sat on the arm of the couch next to him.

Lois took the other chair, Conner mimicking Jason’s position on its arm. Dick and Clark remained standing.

“Do you want any photo albums, Bruce?” Lois asked, trying to cover a laugh. “Clark loves to document. Especially milestones.”

“I think there’s a whole album for each of us about losing our teeth.” Jason added quietly, smirking. Clark returned the grin.

“I just…wanted to make sure Bruce didn’t miss anything.” Clark mumbled sheepishly.

“For Jon and Conner too?” Dick teased.

“…Well, Batman does like to be informed.” Clark laughed. “…I do have some, if you want, though.”

“…Sure.” Bruce hummed. “I’d love to see some.”

Clark nodded, swallowed the lump in his throat, and silently moved up the stairs towards his bedroom. Heard Dick take over the conversation, asking Bruce about his ride here, what city he came from, if he’d seen Alfred yet.

So far, so good.

But still, ever the dad, he worried, even his small distance away. Were Bruce’s kids coping okay? Was this too much? Should he have reintroduced them one by one? And what about his own children? Conner isn’t feeling left out, is he? And Jon? Just…Jon?

As he reached under the bed for the box, he thought about maybe worst of all – his own heart. It was thrown back into the emotions of ten years ago. And he realized, more than his worry for the kids, more than his worry about how today would go, he was worried about the realization that had been smacking him in the face every second since he’d set eyes on Bruce getting out of that car.

He was still in love.

Hell, he was still head over heels. And now really wasn’t the time to be focusing on that, was it?

It needed to be about the kids. He needed to focus on the kids.

He sighed and shook his head, grabbing as many photo albums as he could carry. Made sure they were all about Bruce’s kids, though brought one down for Jon and Conner each, in case Bruce wanted to see them. Would look at them himself, if not.

He hadn’t just made these things for Bruce after all. He wanted to relive his own kids’ lives too.

Things were still calm when he went downstairs. Dick was still in charge of the conversation, still rattling on. Bruce was listening intently, matching soft smiles on both his and Lois’s faces. Jon was still as close to Damian as possible, but Jason had somehow convinced him to now lean back, against his knee. His eyes were darting between Dick and Bruce, and he was still clearly on edge, though the fact that Damian was letting him hold his hand seemed to be helping.

Dick just kept talking, even as they became aware of Clark’s return. Clark didn’t interrupt him, just carefully set the stack of books on the coffee table, handing Bruce the one on top – the one his mother Martha had made, when they all believed this custody agreement was temporary. Before Conner and Jon, for the most part.

The book was ragged and old-looking. Not because of Clark’s frequent looks through it, but because of the kids themselves. Damian looked at it a lot, when he was missing his father, or his older siblings as they went off into the real world. Jason looked at it when he was starting to feel like he didn’t belong. Cass liked to go through it with Jon, who found such a simple joy in seeing his family before he existed.

“Ho, boy.” Dick commented, as Bruce took the volume, staring almost nervously at the front cover – a picture of Clark sleeping on the floor surrounded by all five of Bruce’s kids, then babies and barely above his hip. “Good luck, Bruce.”

Bruce smiled and opened the front cover almost eagerly. Tim and Damian immediately leaned over his arms to look themselves.

Jason snorted in amusement.

The first page, and the few after, as Bruce learned, was the kids’ first day on the farm. Or rather, their first day with Grandma Martha. She was in each picture, holding Damian, wiping Jason’s face, carrying Cassandra on her back, holding Tim on her hip between her and her husband. Dozing with Dick on the sofa, and then dancing with him in front of the barn right below that.

The next page was groupings. Tim on Dick’s back. Jason holding Damian, the two with matching pouting faces. Cassandra and Damian both napping on Clark’s lap. Dick and the dog, Tim sitting on a cow, Dick climbing the barn rafters, Damian petting a horse from Grandpa Jonathan’s arms.

There was one of Dick holding Damian, squishing their noses together. But in the background, almost too blurry to be seen, was Jason. He was crying, hands balled into tight fists, held at the corner of his eyes. Clark was kneeling in front of him. Trying to calm him down, soothe him any way he could.

Bruce silently wondered why he was crying. If anyone would remember.

Though if he were honest with himself, he already knew.

“What was it like?” Bruce found himself asking. “Growing up here?”

“Quiet. Good. Nice.” Dick answered. Despite being asked to the room it was most likely aimed at him. “Different from Gotham for sure.”

“Clark actually made us do stuff.” Jason grumbled, but it was almost fond. “I spent the first year here asking why we couldn’t call Alfred to milk the cows.”

“You tried to teach Damian ‘Where’s Alfred?’ as one of his first sentences when you were mad at me.” Clark reminded, a nostalgic smile appearing on his face too. “Right behind ‘Clark is stupid.’”

“To be fair, you were being stupid.” Jason countered, pointing thoughtfully at Clark. “So, I mean, it’s not like I was trying to teach the kid how to lie.”

“Still just as bad.” Clark laughed. “I’m glad Damian decided to find his life influencers elsewhere.”

“He didn’t, quite.” Dick added. “He’s totally the one who taught Damian how to swear.”

“Jon too, apparently.” Lois chimed in pointedly. Both Jason and Clark looked at her, and she shrugged. “He had a…slip-up, a few weeks ago. And immediately claimed ‘Jason says it all the time!’ as little brothers do.”

Jason glanced down at the boy leaning against him. Jon smiled nervously, then tried to hide against Damian, even as Jason wrapped his arms around him and began to mess up his hair once more.

“I didn’t know what else to do!” Jon whined, pulling against Damian’s sleeve to save him. Damian ignored him, still looking into the photo album. “I didn’t want to lie!”

“No, you wanted to save your own little butt.” Jason cackled teasingly. He released Jon slightly, then looked back to Lois and Clark. “But see? Never taught either of them how to lie.”

“And we’re very proud.” Lois laughed. Clark smiled too, but kept his eyes on Bruce. Did it bother him, the easy relationships his kids had with not only him, but Lois? If it did, he didn’t give anything away, just quietly listening, quietly smiling, while turning pages in the book.

Damian suddenly lashed out, pointing at a picture. “That was when I started getting my teeth.” He explained.

“Oh yeah?” Bruce grinned instantly. Glanced at him, then pointed to a handwritten scribble beneath it. “And what’s this note down here about?”

“For which album the rest our dental milestones are in.” Tim smirked. Bruce looked at him now. “We’re serious, Bruce – Clark documented everything.”

“I’m glad.” Bruce laughed, then raised his gaze, absolute mirth in his eyes. “I just hope he was as thorough in his journalism.”

“Well, I still have a job, so I hope so.” Clark joked.

“Clark taught all of us to be that thorough, in everything we do.” Dick hummed. “Taught us even to be detectives just like you, Bruce.”

Bruce’s smile faded a little. “I…heard.” He muttered. Glanced up at his oldest. “…Nightwing, huh?”

“Can’t be Robin forever.” Dick countered. “And Clark isn’t the only hero dad who inspired us, B.”

“I’m Robin now.” Damian quipped.

“Will be, eventually.” Jason added quickly, even as Tim opened his mouth indignantly. “Timbo is now. And Conner is Superboy. You and Jon are still too young, squirt.”

Bruce glanced at Clark for clarification. “I benched Dick after you left them with me, for safety. But then when it was clear you weren’t coming back…well, you know as well as I do how hard it is to keep Dick in one place. And once they saw big brother doing it…”

“Not to mention when Conner came along with his own abilities.” Lois hummed. “But don’t worry, Bruce.  Robin always went out with Superman.”

“Still does.” Clark said sternly. “And on the rare chances he doesn’t…I listen.”

“One of the downsides of having Superman as a dad.” Tim sighed dramatically. “He can hear me anywhere in the world.”

“But we can’t complain too much.” Dick smiled. He suddenly glanced protectively up at Jason, and Jason instantly looked down at Damian and Jon, fussing with their shirts. “Some of us would be dead if it wasn’t for that.”

Bruce didn’t ask. Just made a mental note to ask Clark later, when they were alone. If they were alone. Just another question to the list of a million.

Still, he could sense this taking a dark turn, so returned to his original query. “Isn’t Nightwing a Kryptonian legend, though?”

Dick snorted. “I’m not old enough to be Batman yet!”

“Damian went as Batman for Halloween a few years ago.” Cassandra added quietly.

“I was five! That’s more than a few years ago!” Damian argued haughtily. “Besides, Tim went as Batman for Halloween once too.”

“You all did.” Clark smiled. “At some point. Except maybe Dick. He just chaperoned your trick-or-treating and stole all your candy as payment.”

Bruce pointed to a page, a laugh bubbling out of his throat. “I can see that, here.”

“That’s a perk of being a big brother.” Dick grinned, waving it off. He glanced back at Bruce, who was turning another page in the book. “Whatcha got now, B?”

Bruce had a small smile on his face. Emotion in his face and a near-tears mist in his eyes.

“If I’m correct,” Bruce tilted his head. Damian and Tim looked up at him, even as he glanced over at Jon. “The birth of your youngest.”

Jon’s face exploded in a blush, even as Jason dragged him back against his leg and kissed his hair.

“Oh boy, what a day.” Lois chuckled, fanning herself in memory. “Dick snuck into the delivery room when he heard crying.”

“I see that, too.” Bruce laughed, pointing to another photo. “Hopefully he let the two of you hold Jon first.”

“Barely.” Clark snorted. “He also left the other kids in the waiting room alone. Damian ended up in the nursery screaming because thought the nurses stole his little brother, as he wasn’t there yet.”

“Oh my god.” Bruce kept laughing. The chuckles grew louder and louder, and Bruce eventually had to cover his face, the amused tears slowly starting to leak out. “I am…so sorry.”

“It was…something else.” Lois admitted fondly. “Wouldn’t want it any other way, though.”

And even when Bruce lowered his hand, Clark could see the tears still flowing. Still amused, still happy, but…quickly turning into something else. A sorrow of being left behind. A sorrow of missing out. A sorrow the kids definitely didn’t need to see, not right now.

Bruce always kept his emotions hidden. Was always pretty good at controlling them. But it was no surprise that his threshold here, today, might’ve been a little thin.  That he might’ve reached emotional exhaustion a little quicker than normal.

Clark silently tapped Lois’s shoulder, and waved a lowered hand at Dick. He got the memo.

“Bruce, are you staying the night? You’re going to need a room to stay in.” Dick asked, already pushing off against the wall he’d been leaning against. “Damian, Jon, Jay. With me. We gotta get the rooms set up.”

Damian groaned, and kicked his feet in a small tantrum as he reluctantly left his father’s side at the request of his brother. Jon followed sheepishly after.

“And I’m no housewife – I’m going to need help in the kitchen getting all the food out and set up. I’m sure you’re starving, Bruce.” Lois stood. “So the last three of you, with me.”

Conner scoffed in amusement as he disappeared into the kitchen first. Tim and Cassandra followed silently behind. Lois winked at Clark as she took up the rear.

Bruce kept looking at the book, flipping through the last few pages, smiling every so often, even though he continued to cry. When he reached the back cover, he sighed, staring at it as he ran his hand down it. “…Thanks, Clark.”

“I know how you are about emotions. I know how that’s not the first thing you want your kids to see.”

“I mean.” Bruce started, looking up. His eyes were still pouring those silent tears. “…For everything.”

Clark smiled, heart fluttering, just a little. “We can talk about all that later. For now, this is probably the only moment they’ll be separated so you might want to make it count.”

Bruce smiled, running his fingers along the edge of his eyes. “Yeah, I will. I just.” Another sigh. “Can you give me a minute?”

“Whatever you need. I’ll go help them in the kitchen.” Clark nodded, backing up a little. “And Lois and Dick understand, so, you know. If you need more time or whatever, just let them know, and they’ll help you out.”

“…You turned him into an outstanding young man.” Bruce smiled weakly, leaning forward to put the photo album on the table. “All of them, really.”

“No, you did, Bruce.” Clark promised. “I just tried to clean up the rough edges.”

He left it at that, spinning away into the kitchen. He kept his eye on him, though, and his ear. Kept peeking into the living room when he felt he needed to, listened to his heartbeat when he didn’t. After he had cleared his face of tears, Bruce had picked up another photo album. And another, and after that – another.

And suddenly, Clark had a vision. He couldn’t wait until everything died down. Until the kids went to bed, or went out or just left them in peace. So he could go sit on the couch with Bruce, and go through those albums together. Talk about the things the kids wouldn’t want to, like why Dick looked at Jason when talking about almost dying, or what Bruce was actually doing during those ten years.

He couldn’t wait.

But then – Damian and Jon came stumbling down the stairs. Jon flopped onto the sofa on Bruce’s right, and Damian retook his perch on Bruce’s left. Bruce smiled, and answered all of the questions thrown his way, laughing when Jon admitted they snuck away from the older two. Let Damian take control of the book he was looking at, watching fondly as he flipped the pages to the ones he wanted.

Just a dad and two of his boys.

(In your dreams, Clark.)

He smiled as he turned back into the kitchen, and continued to help Cassandra and Conner set the table. Just a dad and two of his kids too.

(Because sometimes dreams do come true, right?)

…Maybe he could wait a little while longer after all.

[wearethegladiators]

WHERE ARE THEY NOW? RACHEL EDITION

fc: leighton meester

age: 27 (it’s been very confusing because she’s sometimes born in 1991, sometimes in 1993. I think we made her older so that she could legally inherit from the DCH so let’s make her 27 - or about to be. I see her as more of a end of the year/winter child tbh.)

job: head of dch bitch 

(long post ahead buckle up kids)

Backstory-wise

 Rachel’s back-story is a good 99% inspired by shitty téléfilms but I wouldn’t change most of it, she’s had it and that really defines who she is as a person. (I mean, she definitely did not have a split personality disorder wth? I watched too much Heroes for sure. She may be struggling with an Intermittent Explosive Personality Disorder though, like Liam in TW). The plane crash thingy may be a bit too much, but... I mean, Rachel IS the final girl. I’m used to playing survivor but l’essence même de Rachel c’est d’être une survivante. Ah si, aussi, her father is now called Louis Seymour and no longer Lewis Seyfried (wth did all our characters had such American names???? Lewis’s French, goddamn it). Oh and we’re gonna be talking disability as well.

I couldn’t find her comprehensive back-story so let’s just go with the flow. Aurélia and Louis definitely were not married, they probably did not even have a stable relationship (I mean how could you have a stable relationship with Aurélia). But I can see them dating for a while, Louis may have been touring in the U.S. to show his work and skills, anyway. I don’t think Aurelia ever told him about her pregnancy which DRAMATICALLY parallels Tyler and Rachel’s story (actually I pretty much think she did not tell anyone…). Or maybe she did, years later. Or when she left Rachel at an orphanage somewhere in Canada. So yeah Rachel was abandoned aged 1 J She mostly grew up in that structure, but she had behavioral/anger issues and she was bullied by other kids/did not stay for long with her foster families. So Rachel, a SURVIVOR, ultimately freaking ran away from that orphanage (probably around 10-ish years old) and pretty much… lived in the streets for a while, and walked a lot (boi she’s got so much in common with Lukas yo). She was ultimately found by a family which put an “ad” in the local newspapers and that’s how her maternal grandmother found her. For some reason the maternal grandmother decided not to keep her (she stayed max 1 year with her) and to send her back to her father in France (either in the South or in Normandy). Then they took the plane, let’s say they had no crash and Rachel found her dad and she lived at his place until she was 14 years old (when he was killed by Z) and she was very happy about it. That’s pretty much where she learnt how to ride because bah mdr she probably had never done so before, or only in colo or shit like that; she also learnt at least “French” French (she potentially knew Québecois). I don’t think she ever was a jockey though or that Z and GG shot her horse during a race MDRRR (remember it’s 2019 we have plotlines now). But her father was still killed by Z and euh well… she ended up once again with no parental figure and was supposed to be brought back to foster care/an orphanage, which was not very cool, so guess what? SHE RAN AWAY BITCH. I can see her hitchhiking and pretty much stealing stuff and maybe hanging out with weird people in some squats (but NEVER doing drugs that’s so not Rachel), and ultimately she ended up in Paris where she thought she could “disappear”, maybe find a job or something – anyway, opportunities. She probably had a fake ID that said she was 18 and maybe she was even able to buy a car (but just to sleep in it mdr) (or to drive illegally, I mean, yeah). And I guess one day she found the DCH and asked John and Elodie if she could work there for some money and they took her in and now she’s a star!!

Also there was an interesting aspect to Rachel when I first started playing her (a while, while ago): she had that big accident while riding a horse and was pretty much left disabled by it and did not ride for years until boom, DOOMER bitch. I don’t think she would have been able to survive the way she did with a disability but I kind of like this storyline so I guess maybe she had this “accident” with no big consequences but she was heavily traumatized by it (her horse may still have died in it but that would seriously echo Cassey’s story – I mean that happens but still). So she probably did not ride for a while after that, yeah.

Started from palefrenière ended up CEO BITCH

 Professionally

Well I mean, Rachel’s pretty much at the top of her career… I think she’s pretty big now, people are starting to respect her in the business. It was quite hard being in charge at 18 because no one would take her seriously but she’s proven repeatedly that she’s to be counted with by now. There are probably people coming to the DCH just to learn about their methods. Maybe they are little girls looking up to her. She’s definitely holding Ted-Talk-like conferences btw. Maybe she had her own Ted Ex?

She made the DCH much bigger, they probably have more horses now and they DO have an administrative/business/executive team, YEAH. She also definitely worked on the “social”/”horses heal” aspect, probably extending the procedure Tyler benefited from, maybe opening up séances once or twice a week for people in rehab or neuroatypical people, because that’s the crap she does – Rachel cares, yo.

She went back to class! Remember Rachel never got the Bac because she was fired from high-school mdr? She went back and got it, probably around 2013-2014, Sarah Manning style. And then she did a BTS in accounting to take care of the financial aspect of the DCH (because Jake’s great, and everyone’s great in the new team, but everything Rachel does is obviously greater). I think she even got a Bachelor degree in Management by now! MY GIRLLLL

She stopped her career as a jockey as soon as she found out she was pregnant. Doomer had another jockey for some races but stopped winning mdr so he’s now retired. None of them are running anymore, it was a once-in-a-lifetime thingy. <3

Rachel’s popular but she doesn’t get to play it all funny like Jade and Lucie do. She’s the business women. She has to negotiate and go hard. So she’s definitely not as liked as the jockeys are, and she’s definitely not as famous as they are but she SO strives to be, she’s definitely doing ads for yoghurts and shit yup. She does not get to travel as much as they do either, but… She likes it. Being in charge. And she’s good at it. She’s a workaholic, a girl boss, a fashion icon.

Tries to care on her time to teach stuff but she’s soooo busy. Mais c’est elle qui supervise toutes les formations et tous les programmes et personne a rien à dire hihihi

 Personally

Well, she had a baby… I don’t think 1) this came as a big surprise (she definitely was not on the pill and I don’t know but I can’t picture Tyler and Rachel as extremely careful people smh) and 2) she even questioned keeping it. Like she was already pretty much the mother of Chelsea (who was a baby!!) and Mike, but having a baby of her own is like a totally different thing. Rachel is a survivor first and foremost but she’s also… such a mother??? So nurturing and stuff. Like she never really had a parental figure (or never for more than 3 motherfucking years) and yet I think she was super good at taking care of the Howkins children?? She also had experience as a “single parent”, and she felt she NEEDED that baby to recover (especially if Tyler was presumably dead). So yeah, of course she kept it. She probably learnt about it WEEKS before telling the team btw, just to act surprised and be like “omg, maybe this a bit too late……..” mdr I love her

Honestly even if Tyler isn’t dead I don’t think she would have told him. And see that’s the big difference between Rachel and Cass: she doesn’t run after people. If they leave, they leave. If they drown, they drown. It’s all about survival and she’s not letting anyone take her down, not even her first love. So no, she wouldn’t tell him. And she wouldn’t ask him anything ofc. So yeah mdr, ambiance when he comes back after 2 years hahahaha

Also I think she’s raising a very good, very woke kid. Which is surprising because Rachel is very tolerant but you know, she’s also very closeted, she’s very traditional in some ways, definitely the less likely to vote on the left side… It’d be interesting btw if the kid (who has a cute name like Timothy/Timothée/Titouan) ends up “different” in some way, I don’t know, neuroatypical, autistic, or just gay?? I mean I don’t know but that would be interesting for her character

Also mdr poor kid must be a bit confused about his parents. Josh was there pretty much all the time to help take care of him for the first 2-3 years of his life and maybe he even moved in at some point, for some time. If Tyler never came back the kid would legit have thought that Josh was his dad hahaha

 And I mean Rachel’s a sentimental bitch, she’s into long relationships and she’s very committed and… if Tyler comes back there will always be an attraction and an attachment and they’re definitely still hooking up once in a while… which must be very weird for the kid… because Rachel is sometimes also hooking up with Josh… I mean… (Josh/Rach are pretty endgame I’m sorry but they’re… it’s complicated) (gosh Josh is the Rachel’s Jake mdrrrr)

I think btw Rachel has been in a long-term relationship (like at least a good year) with some guy outside of the DCH and they broke up because…… she cheated on him with Josh, or Ty, or both, maybe for some time mdr. WHAT A MESS I SWEAR my girl just dreamt of being married having kids and living in a little nice farm but I guess dysfunctional people just work… dysfunctional…

Oh I think she REALLY likes Lukas btw. They’re even more similar than Dan/Rachel and that’s a good way of actually appreciating Daniel… without actually appreciating Daniel. Wouldn’t be surprised if they had hooked up too (nothing is okay dans ces écuries), but yeah, probs a good friend, plus she misses one since Jake left (the fact that he helped with the administrative shite?? probably made them even closer tbh, what a good guy)

She really cares about Daniel too, tbh. She definitely can see some pieces of herself in him and… well she doesn’t like that, but still. Actually I think if he was the one to run away she may have run after him… to kick his ass, BUT STILL. Maybe she’s the one taking him to the meetings when Cassey can’t?? :’) I also like to think their relationship has matured – but in a Dan/Rach way. They can tolerate each other but yeah, every freaking meal they yell at each other at some point, but talk in a very normal/casual way two minutes right after. Everyone’s shook but that’s ok for them. They’re kids basically. I like them.

I don’t think she’s so close to Bella anymore… Like I said Rach is really not the type to cling onto relationships, if people live far away she’s not gonna make efforts. She doesn’t have time anyway. Still likes her a lot, still would be freaking happy if she came visiting

Jake and Rach are very good friends; Jade and Lucie are like her two big sisters who have literally seen her grow up from her 15 year-old self to her 27-year-old GOSH I’M EMO. One of them definitely is the godmother of her son, maybe both. Jake’s the godfather. Omg family meetings must be so chaotic

I think she really likes Emeline, too, she was kind of a vent de fraîcheur and she appreciates her for that

ADAM. THIS GODDAMN ASSHOLE. Well Adam’s blood. And he’s the only family she’s got (left). So it’s ride or die bitch. I mean Rachel always had a very grayish moral code… so it’s not a big surprise she stuck with her brother whatever shit he did. Definitely kicked his ass every step of the way but… she stayed. Always. Which is surprising for Rachel, but Adam is actual family and I think she really cares about that cause god she never had a family. They’re still in touch. I can see them going in holidays two weeks a year and doing absolute bullshit that could get them in serious trouble. Yeah. She really cares. (I mean, she’s the one he called when he crashed a freaking police car so i hope he cares, too.)

SHE SAW AURELIA. FINALLY. I mean it obviously did not go well, she probably tried to strangle her at some point or something like that but… she did it. Probably when she was pregnant for drama purposes. And they’ve seen each other for a few times, ever since. Maybe Aurélia has even come to the DCH. But Rachel absolutely refuses that she builds a bond with her son. There’s a lot of drama, and Aurélia’s often on the road, but… they’re trying to make things right with their problematic personalities. I honestly think Rachel picked a lot on Aurelia’s side.

Btw, Rachel’s really a family girl and I think she stalked the fuck out of her family whenever she could. So she probably knew that Aurelia had a son and that’s probably how she found out that Adam was her brother. And Aurelia… she definitely freaking stalked her daughter, too.

Hm, what else… I hope Fuadegh is still alright I loved that horse!!!! I hope he has a baby and that baby’s Rachel’s baby. Did that make sense

Yeah the DCH definitely has sort of “farm aisle” where the public does not go. It’s basically la garderie for all the kids mdr

I like to believe the Howkins kids turned out well. I mean maybe Mike had to process more trauma than Chelsea who really was a baby when things were bad. Maybe it’s resurfacing and he’s being a bit difficult at the time. I can see him very close to Josh. We stan Josh, all the kids do.

OH YEAH BIG THING. You know how Rachel has loads of anger issues and stuff… Well she calmed down somehow, but because she had no choice. She got into a very heavy dispute with some other director/jockey/breeder/whatever, a pretty influential one. And she  started threatening him – Rachel style. Le mec a ensuite porté plainte et ça a déclenché une perquisition au Domaine où la police a effectivement découvert que Rachel, that bitch, possédait plusieurs armes de manière totalement illégale hihihi. Elle a été condamnée, petit scandale, une assistante sociale est venue plusieurs fois au Domaine, on a menacé de mettre le DCH sous tutelle et tout c’était la cata. Donc elle s’est un peu calmée. Je pense aussi que Mike/son fils aurait pu avoir des problèmes d’agressivité à l’école, qu’elle se serait dit que ça pouvait venir d’elle, et que du coup elle ESSAYAIT, vraiment, d’être un peu une bombe humaine. (Puis il y a sûrement pas mal de plaintes contre elle, ne serait-ce que venant de Kevin, pour aggravated assault, donc elle a VRAIMENT intérêt à se calmer).

Random

She dyed her hair blond at some point. Everyone was like “Rachel no”, she was like “Rachel yes”, she did it, it did not turn so bad.

She still lives in her teenage bedroom!!! Elle a sûrement fait des putains de travaux sur la façade pour étendre un peu le truc pour quand elle devait dormir avec son bébé mais elle a jamais voulu de cette punaise de chambre. Tbh Jade’s probably the one living in the Howkins’ master bedroom hahahaha

I can see her dating an old business man for some time, probably did not last for too long tho. Can you imagine Lukas and his sugar mommy/daddy and Rachel with her old businessman?? (except she’s rich she doesn’t need a sugar daddy yo)

She’s got a bunch of tattoos. Quotes and very common ones

She’s definitely the one that looked the less traumatized because her whole life has been shit and this wasn’t honestly wasn’t so big of a difference… But I like to believe she’s been to therapy, has seen a psychologist, or maybe is in a full psychanalyse… Maybe she was forced to because of the investigation but it doesn’t matter, I want her to speak and to heal, she deserves that

She makes me think a lot about Malia Tate in how they’re both assumed to be “street-smart”, not exceptionally smart kids, savages actually, but they somehow manage to never fall behind in classes in spite of a very chaotic scolarité. My girl IS smart, she’s just very bad at showing it

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Title: Parallels Word count: 4,477 Summary: Dick has noticed many parallels between himself and both Bruce and Damian. Sort of a mood piece, and a little too long for that. No real plot, just a couple of ideas that wanted to be written.

I would like to thank @fire-fira and @thrakaboom for their help with this piece! ❤️

It seemed every time Dick blinked these days there was something new that was a parallel between himself and his mentor. Or between Damian and his younger self. He thought back a decade, to the early days, when it was just him and Bruce, almost brothers, yet also a father and a son. “Please?” He begged back then, asking for a pet of his own. “No, Ace is more than enough.” Bruce had replied.

And he looked over at Damian, holding up the stray cat he’d found on patrol. “Please?” Damian asked. Dick felt his heart rend as he shook his head. “Don’t you have enough already? We’ll drop her off at a shelter on our way home. We can even donate a couple grand to it, if you want.” And Damian grumbled, just like Dick had, while Dick tried not to give in to the betrayed expression, just like Bruce had. — “Aren’t you supposed to be my dad, Bruce?” “Well, I am your guardian, yes.” “So why won’t you get me a bike?” Eight year old Dick looked longingly at a shiny red bicycle in a store window, gripping Bruce’s hand. “We’ll talk later, champ. Your adoptaversary is coming up, maybe then.” “That’s not a word, B!” And Dick had laughed, hugging the man’s arm before running ahead to look at something else.

But now Dick smiled as he saw Damian’s eyes widen hopefully, staring at a set of oil paints. Damian tried to pretend that hadn’t happened, but his gaze kept flicking back. “Grayson, I have noticed that you never gift me anything.” He said, slyly. “You want those paints? The anniversary of you arriving at the manor is coming up. We’ll talk about it.” Dick patted Dami’s shoulder affectionately, forcing himself not to turn to the window where that bike he’d so admired had once been, before he’d received it, and eventually passed it down the line all the way to Damian. It was dented, scratched, misused, beaten, and had been forgotten around the city multiple times by each new member of the household, but it always came home, and it was so full of love that Dick could swear it had its own spirit now. “I know a trick to make Bruce get you anything.” He promised. — “Batman, you’re injured, you can’t go on patrol tonight! Let Batgirl and me handle it!”

“Nightwing if you dare even think about patrolling tonight Drake and I will duck tape you to your bed until you’re better. Let the rest of us take care of this.” — “Dick, listen to me, getting sick is normal. If it means you need to take a night or two off, that’s fine. Don’t worry about it. You need the sleep anyways, you’re a growing boy.”

“Damian I don’t care how good you’re feeling, you have a fever and you’re staying home. Sleep helps you grow taller, by the way, if you make sure to get enough sleep you will be taller than Tim someday.” — “I’m sorry you have to have your birthday without your parents again, Dick. But, the League and I put together a little something for you, could you please come down with me?” And Bruce had led him down to the Batcave, then through the zeta to the watch tower were there were lots of gifts and friends waiting for him.

Years later, Dick said, “Come on Dami, I’ve got a surprise for you. I’m sorry Bruce is busy again, but with so many of us, he can’t take every birthday off. He hasn’t taken mine off since Jason joined us.” And he smiled a little, trying to hide the bitterness, as he led Damian through the zeta to the Kents’ farm, where Alfred, their siblings, the whole super family, and all of Damian’s hero friends were waiting, with presents and cake. — Eleven year old Dick swung through the trees, Bruce chasing behind him, worried that he’d fall. As if Dick didn’t pull more dangerous stunts every night.

Thirteen year old Damian balanced on a skateboard at the park, Dick hovering nervously by the edge of the ramp, terrified that the boy would break a bone. As if Damian hadn’t just taken down the Joker, solo, the night before. — Bruce lounging by his armchair, watching the fire crackle. Little ten year old Dick came happily in with a pair of mugs and a bag of cookies. Hot chocolate and snickerdoodles. Bruce took the mugs as Dick climbed into his lap and snuggled in, giggling excitedly. It was Chanukah and they’d spent the day with the Kanes, celebrating. Now it was just them and Alfred, relaxing at the Manor. The butler sat down with his own mug(and cookies), and smiled, watching his two charges drift off to sleep before he eventually did the same.

Dick was dozing on the couch as Damian came into the room. A fire burned cheerily in the hearth as the snow fell outside. It wasn’t a holiday, and Tim was sprawled over Dick’s lap, dreaming of patrols that wouldn’t leave him chilled to the bone. Damian didn’t care much for chocolate, or so he claimed, but he hung the tea kettle by the fire. Just far enough that it wouldn’t heat up anymore, but close enough to keep it warm. He set the stack of cups on the coffee table in the middle of the circle of chairs and couches surrounding the fire. For a full moment, Damian hesitated. He didn’t want to disturb his sleeping brothers, no matter how much he pretended to hate Tim. Cass scooped him up and plopped down next to Dick. They all snuggled into each other, as Jason and Duke snuck to the other side, lifting Tim’s legs to get closer to the furnace that was their pile of siblings. And in his sleep, Dick smiled. — “Robin, no!” Bruce yanked Dick back by his cape, just in time. The bullet zipped right through where the eight year old would’ve been had he not been grabbed. “Don’t scare me like that, please. You could’ve died!”

“Robin, stop!” Dick grabbed the cape of his twelve year old brother, pulling him back just before the bullet train ran over the tracks where he would’ve been. “Don’t you dare die on me, I can’t lose another Robin!” He hissed, then his tone softened, becoming quiet, and almost sounding lost. “You scared me.” — Robin perched on Batman’s shoulder, watching the building that the drug cartel was supposed to be in. The condition for his first real long mission was that he not leave Batman’s side, until or unless he was ordered to go home. Perhaps he was taking it too literally. Perhaps not. Either way, he was sticking as close as he physically could.

Damian was a solid presence, practically glued to Dick’s hip as he fought some thugs that stood between them and information on Bruce. Dick had agreed to let Damian come out as Robin, so long as he follow all of Dick’s orders and stuck as close as he could. The man withheld a smirk, remembering his first stakeout turned battle. Perhaps this boy could be Robin after all. — “Dick, I’m letting Jason be Robin now, he needs it.” “You can’t do that! Robin is my costume, my name to give! You can’t take that from me Bruce!” “He needs this, Dick, please. He needs to be Robin, just like you did. You’re Nightwing now, surely this isn’t taking anything from you.” “Shows what you know, jerk.” He’d actually called Bruce something much worse than “jerk” that day, something that was as much insulting Thomas and Martha as it was insulting Bruce, but that was never the way he told the story.

“Dick, what do you mean you don’t want me as your Robin?” “Tim, you’re Red Robin now, and you’ve outgrown being Robin. Damian, he needs it. Like you did, like Steph did, like Jason did, like I did. Of course I still want to work with you, but think of how much Damian needs this. Besides, could you imagine you being the Robin to my Batman? That would be just weird.” Tim shook his head, angry and disbelieving, but Dick took it as agreement. “I knew I could count on you, Timmy.” Dick beamed. And Tim watched him turn and leave while betrayal seized his heart, like Dick’s had when Bruce had passed on the Robin mantle without asking. — Fifteen year old Dick had been rebellious. “You’re not my real dad” and “let me live my life, Bruce” had been phrases said multiple times a day by the boy. Bruce hadn’t had a clue what to do, and even Alfred could barely keep the rebellion in check He’d insisted that he was a grown man, that he should move out, and that after nearly seven years of being a vigilante he was prepared for anything life could throw at him. Bruce struggled to explain how Dick couldn’t know everything and tried to keep the boy from running himself into the ground to prove himself, which only made him more insistent to do so.

Fifteen year old Damian was a terror on the Wayne household. Duke had turned eighteen, and there were no new manor dwelling members of the family. Sure, there were the children of the older Batbrats, but that wasn’t the same. While Bruce cried about his Baby Boy growing up, Damian rebelled against as many authority figures as he could. “Grayson, you aren’t my father, stop trying to act like you are!” He growled whenever Dick tried to give him any advice. “Leave me alone, Grayson!” He hissed when Dick tried to hug him as a greeting. Dick may’ve had Mar'i to smack Damian whenever he did something like that, but suddenly he realized how much it must’ve hurt Bruce when he’d done that as a teen. (Bruce found apology cookies from all of his grandkids and Dick waiting for him at breakfast the next day) — “B, I’m cold.” Eight year old Dick had never experience winter in the north before, and Batman and Robin couldn’t take the holidays off. Bruce smiled apologetically, barely noticeable in the dark, and wrapped part of his cloak around Dick, who pulled it tight around his shoulders.

Damian tried not to shiver as they walked down the street. The weather report had predicted warmer temperatures that evening, but even after a decade, Dick still chilled easily. He didn’t say anything as he unbuttoned his great coat, and pulled Damian close to his side. A spare hat was produced from a pocket, and tucked over Damian’s ears. “I’m not cold.” Damian protested. “If you say so.” Dick shrugged, and hugged Dami closer. “I am though, and you feel nice and warm.” “Well, then, I’ll stay here to keep you warm.” Damian looked away, and Dick hid a smile. — “Dick, don’t touch that.” Bruce ordered. “You weren’t even looking at me!” Dick complained, pulling away from whatever it has been he’d been about to poke. “Secret parent power. You’ll get it someday.” Bruce said, still not looking up from his paperwork. “Meanie!” Dick stomped out.

“Damian you shouldn’t touch that.” “Grayson you didn’t even notice me coming in!” Damian looked offended, but took a step back from the generator. “How did you do that?” “Secret parent power. You might get it someday, if you land yourself another bat brat.” Dick planted a kiss on his daughter’s head. “You’re actually the one who made me learn it. I had a little bit of it from the previous Brats, but you’re the one who really made it click for me.” He looked up from his book to give Damian a quick smile. “Come on over here.” “Okay. Jerk.” — Bruce smiled as he watched nine year old Dick throw himself at the playground with reckless abandon, and in years following, he stood off to the side and watched Dick have fun coming up with new moves and training with the other young heroes of the time. From chucking. Hamster Gar, who would shift into a larger form, to being launched by Kaldur or Conner or Donna or Koriand'r so that he could throw his birdarangs from a better angle. Bruce kept smiling at those sessions even after Dick was an adult, and both of them felt he’d do it until they no longer were happening. Dick would always be his Robin.

Dick beamed proudly at Damian, as he sparred/roughhoused with Jon and Maya, and sometimes Colin. There would be more heroes their age as they grew older, but right now they made a great trinity. He might not have been wearing the cowl, but the pride in his chest was very much the pride of Batman, watching his Robin learn to work with his age mates to fight crime and villainy. Maybe he would take up Bruce’s offer to be Batman for a decade or so when the old man retired. He could split the job with Jason, if Jason came home, and then he could still be Nightwing once in a while. And Dick kept smiling as Damian pinned Jon, using Colin to do so. That was HIS Robin. — Bruce never said anything as his bedroom door creaked up, always well after midnight. He waited until Dick crawled into his bed and had hidden under his covers. “What was it this time sport?” He rumbled, scooting to the side to leave a little more room for the shivering tangle of limbs that he called Robin. “Mom and Dad again. Only this time, you were with them, and you had time to see the rope breaking. You tried to jump to the platform I was on, but they dragged you down. The splat was louder tonight.” A shudder shook the small body, and Bruce wrapped his arm tighter around the boy. “Well, I’m here, and I’m not a smear. I promise you that I’ll never leave you.” “Can you really promise that?” Dick forced himself into a kneeling position, and Bruce cracked an eye open to look at him. “Can you?” “Probably not.” Bruce admitted. “But I can do my absolute best to keep everyone as safe as possible. I’m Batman, remember? No one can keep Batman down.” Dick giggled a little, and used his whole arm to wipe away tears. “Yeah.” He agreed. “Please don’t die, Bruce.” “I’ll do my best.” Bruce promised, and Dick lay back down, wrapping himself around Bruce’s arm and pressing his back into Bruce’s side, and together, they fell asleep, comforted by the knowledge that the other was right there.

The first time Dick heard his door open in the middle of the night, it had been Jason, when Bruce was away on a business trip. For Jason, Dick had sat up, invited him over, promised that he didn’t hate him for being Robin, and talked him through the nightmare, then sent him back to his room. Jason only came to him once. Tim made his way to Dick’s room on his first night after moving in. He’d stayed the night before, but this was different, and he’d just seen his parents’ corpses. Dick let him stay, still feeling guilty about shooing Jason out. Tim only went to Bruce when Dick was away. Cass didn’t speak about her nightmares, she didn’t know the words. Heck, she didn’t even open the door. Tim had also had a nightmare that night, and Dick was talking him through how to remember that it wasn’t real, when Cass was hugging his side. After another half hour of calming down, and a group trip down to the kitchen for some nightmare-be-gone tea (chamomile and rose hips) that Alfred always left prepared, Dick carried them back to his room and tucked them in to his bed, before crashing in the beanbag chair nearby. He bought himself a bigger bed after that. Damian had refused to admit that he had nightmares. Dick only found out about them one night when he was leading the visiting Steph to the kitchen and heard his sobs. He picked the youngest member of the household up and carried him down. He pretended not to see the tears and insisted that he just wanted company to help Steph past her nightmare. “You can help us get Steph past her Nightmare, can’t you, Damian?” For a week after that, Damian slept curled into his eldest brother’s arms. Various other members of the Batclan joined them, even including Babs one night, but Damian would not be budged, and refused to talk about it. After that week, he still showed up most nights. Sometimes crying, sometimes not, and if he was crying, Dick would rock him to sleep before lying back down himself. When Dick moved to Blüdhaven, the others still came to him, and the occasional guest asked why Dick had such a large bed. And Dick would fall asleep, remembering the days he’d gone crying to Bruce after a bad dream, and smiled at the fact that he was now the one giving that kind of comfort to the others. — “Whoa! We have a pool! Since when?” Dick beamed back at Babs and Bruce, standing on the back porch and bouncing on his toes excitedly. “Longer that I’ve lived here.” Bruce chuckled. “I know we’ve been busy fighting crime, and celebrating birthdays, but surely you can’t have missed the pool this long. You’ve been here nearly six months!"t "If I saw it, I was too tired to realize what it was!” Dick turned and ran towards the pool. “Don’t run by the pool!” Bruce boomed, and Dick froze up, shivering in shock. “Oh, champ, I’m sorry…” Bruce walked over, “It’s just that the tiles are really smooth, and they probably haven’t dried from yesterday’s rain, so you could get hurt if you- please don’t cry.” “Batman and Robin, everybody.” Babs murmured, rolling her eyes a little. “Dick, come on, we can still go swimming.” “You just can’t run by the pool.” Bruce insisted, his hands rested gently on the boy’s shoulders as he was crouched in front of him. “You could fall, and hit your head on the edge.” “I don’t fall.” Dick whispered. “I know you don’t fall when you’re doing acrobatics, but you always have a firm grasp on whatever surface you’re jumping off of there.” Bruce said. “Here, feel the tiles.” Gently he took one of Dick’s hands and touched it to the smooth, wet stone. Slick enough that even with sandpaper like feet, Dick would’ve lost his footing. “See?” “I guess it’s a good thing you made me stop, then.” Dick forced a watery smile. “Can we play in the pool now?” “Sure. Want me to get the waterguns?” Bruce smiled back. “No guns, Bruce.” Both of his sidekicks reminded him, and everyone laughed.

“I bet I can beat you to the pool, Grayson.” Damian said, on one of the rare days they were taking off while Bruce was gone. He took off at a sprint, and horrors flashed through Dick’s mind. “Don’t run by the pool, Dami!” His voice came out as more of a shriek than anything else, and Damian skidded to a halt, confused and trying to hide the hurt that came from his Batman shouting at him. “Please don’t run by the pool.” Dick begged. “You know what water does to tile?” “It makes it into a good trap.” Damian stated, then paused, as Dick kneeled in front of him, placing his hands on Damian’s shoulders. “The pool is surrounded by tile.” “Yes,” Dick nodded. “The tile is quite likely to be wet.” “Very much so.” “Even with my skill, the lack of traction could cause me to slip and be injured.” Dick sighed in relief, glad Damian had more sense than he had years ago. “Exactly. Now, what do you say we walk to the pool. I could ask Alfred to grab us the waterguns?” “I thought this was a ‘no gun’ family, Grayson.” And Dick threw back his head and laughed, remembering his first day at the family pool. Damian just blinked in confusion at that. — “Hey, Wally?” Robin was sitting on a roof in central city, the Batplane behind him. “Yeah, Robin, 'sup?” Wally grinned at him, cheerily. “You feeling okay?” “I guess.” Robin shrugged. “Doesn’t it bother you that you don’t know my real name?” He looked over at his slightly older companion, who was leaning on the ledge that the younger sidekick was sitting on. “I mean, sometimes, but bro, don’t worry about it, Batman wants too keep your secret identities secret.” Wally babbled out quickly, trying to convince his friend that he didn’t need to feel guilty. “But, you’re my best friend, Wally, you should know who I really am!” Robin insisted. “Rob, don’t worry about it!” Insisted the young speedster. “It’s fine, I promise! You don’t have to tell me.” Robin turned around, bringing his feet back to the top of the roof. “But it’s not fair!” He argued. “I know who you are, and we save each other’s lives on a biweekly basis!” “Robin, we’re superheroes, it’s fine!” Wally insisted. “No, you’re a superhero, I’m just some kid in a cape and a mask who does flips really well!” Robin argued, throwing his hands up in the air. “Please, Wally?” “I mean, I can’t stop you if you want to tell me your name. But you’re going to get in trouble if you do, Rob.” Wally shook his head. “Maybe just get away edge of the roof first.” “Okay.” Robin hopped away from the ledge around the roof, and walked into the shadow of the Batplane. “My real name is Richard Grayson, but everyone’s always called me-” “Please say Richie.” Wally interrupted. A smirk slid across Robin’s face, as he pulled of his mask. “Nah. I’m Dick.” Wally groaned. And Bruce was understandably annoyed at the unasked use of the Batplane to break a major household rule, which led to a week of no deserts for Robin. (Don’t listen to him, Alfred snuck Dick desert)

It had been Colin he revealed himself to first, of course. Colin, who he spent so much time with. Colin who was the only of his best friends who hadn’t been told by a mentor or figured it out on his own. Maya was a worthy detective in her own right: smart, sharp, and unyielding. Jon had been told before they even met. But Colin, Colin was the first person with whom he willingly shared. “Wilkes, I am about to share with you some vital information, information that, if you are not careful, could end with you causing my death.” Damian stated. They were in one of the Bats many Gotham safehouses, Colin wasn’t wise as to its true nature, and simply thought it was where Robin and Nightwing lived. Speaking of; Nightwing was in the kitchen, attempting to make something resembling food and prepared to run damage control if things got out of hand. “Oookay…” Colin fidgeted nervously on the couch, and glanced over to where Jon and Maya were napping after the day’s particularly intense mission. “Any reason you’re doing this when they may or may not be able to hear us? But, uh, I promise to be extra careful with whatever you’re about to tell me.” “Good.” Damian nodded, a little sharply. Part of him felt like backing out, like letting one of the others tell Colin if he ever got kidnapped as a civilian, like not showing such a strong degree of trust to a friend who had clearly earned it. “First off, Nightwing and I do not actually live here, this is merely one of our safe-houses.” “What?!” Colin yelped in shock, “If you guys are loaded enough to have more than one safe house, which is kind of what you just implied, then how come you’re fighting petty criminals with brute force?!” “We fight 'em by giving them jobs, too! Well, Batman does, he’s the one with the money. We still all live in his house.” Nightwing called, from the kitchenette. “Nightwing, let me do this, please.” Robin glowered, and his mentor beamed sunnily before making a noise and trying to stop the pizza water from boiling over. “Okay, so you guys are loaded, what next? Are you famous as civilians too?” Colin asked, looking a little stunned. “Somewhat.” Robin agreed. “My name is Damian Wayne.” There was silence. Well, other than Nightwing muttering angrily about his complete inability to cook for himself. “…what.” Colin finally said. “I just told you-” Damian tried. “I know what you just told me, but what I can’t figure out is what kind of dream I’m having. Did I go to some weird alternate reality, did I end up back in the lab-or did I ever even escape it- and somehow get some sort of really weird hallucination, or did you just lose your mind?” Damian frowned, “Wilkes, I assure you-” “You expect me to believe that you’re really Damian Wayne, son of billionaire Bruce Wayne, and you’re going out every night to fight the Rogues gallery with a street kid?” Colin demanded, getting up and poking Damian in the chest. “That someone with as much money as that would willingly go out and get shot at on a regular basis?” “No.” Damian replied, and pushed Colin back to the couch. “I’m stating that this is a fact and letting you do what you want with said information, asking that you please not spread it.” “So the 'Butts Match’ guy was right?” Colin asked. “Tim’s greatest diversion, if you ask me.” Nightwing called, before fire erupted from inside the pasta pot. “Dang it! Dami!” “On it, Grayson.” Damian had the fire out and stove off instantly. “Next time we are without Todd or Pennyworth, I will do the cooking.” Nightwing slumped in defeat, but nodded. “Wilkes, if you’ll wake Ducart and Kent, we can go back to the manor and get a proper dinner, since this stove is currently unusable thanks to this idiot.” Damian elbowed Nightwing in the stomach. “Alright, assuming this is true, sure, let’s go to Wayne Manor for dinner!” Colin threw his hands up. “That sounds like a great plan!” “Wonderful!” Nightwing beamed, pretending to not pick up on the dripping sarcasm. “I’ll call Alfred!” — Yes, there were many parallels, Dick mused, and while maybe not all of them were good, he wasn’t sure that mattered. Not as he drifted to sleep in a sibling pile in his apartment in Blüdhaven, surrounded by people who loved him and the type of family he would once have never believed he could possible gain. Someone grunted as someone else accidentally kicked them, and all seemed well with the world.