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dioslesbianwife · 4 months ago

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Here are some jojo villain house headcannons for the TV shows/channels I think jojo villains would enjoy.

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Dio

Luxury Living Network: Likes to revel in shows about wealth, power, and decadence. Think Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.

National Geographic: Enjoys watching predators hunt their prey. He’d identify with the top of the food chain.

The History Channel (Old School): Enjoys historical conquest stories, especially those about rulers like Julius Caesar or Genghis Khan.

Trashy reality shows on TLC would also be a guilty pleasure. He lives for the dramatic betrayals.

Kars

Animal Planet: Loves learning about the animal kingdom and biology, particularly predator-prey dynamics. He’d judge how far evolution has come since his era.

Discovery Channel: Loves documentaries about science, geology, and life on earth, though he’d scoff at any inaccuracies.

Sci-Fi channel: He’s secretly amused by humans' imagination of evolution and alien life.

Esidisi

Telenovelas/Soap opera Channels: Enjoys dramatic and over-the-top emotions—his own temper tantrums mirror them perfectly.

Wrestling Channels (WWE for example): Finds the combat entertaining and relates to the theatrical aggression.

Wamuu

Sports Channels (ESPN, Olympic Channel): Drawn to competition and strength. He’s especially invested in combat sports like MMA or wrestling.

Military History Channel: Respects the strategies and honor involved in ancient warfare.

Kira

HGTV: Finds peace in watching mundane home improvement or interior design shows, which align with his “quiet” lifestyle.

True Crime channels: Obsessed with watching shows like Forensic Files, hoping to pick up tips on how to avoid getting caught.

Fashion Network: Enjoys looking at high-end clothing.

Diavolo

Old school MTV: Likes the chaotic energy as it aligns with his paranoia.

Crime Networks: Loves anything that teaches him how to cover his tracks and outsmart enemies.

Vogue Network: Secretly enjoys high fashion shows for their eccentric designs (much like his clothing…choices).

Doppio

Cartoons: Despite being an adult, Doppio has a childlike innocence and would gravitate toward shows like The amazing Spiderman, enjoying the light-heartedness,. I think he’d mostly prefer old school shows like Batman the animated series or the old X-men show. Maybe Arthur, Powerpuff girls, Avengers, Clifford, etc.

Cooking Shows (Food Network): Doppio seems like he craves comfort, so watching cooking shows like those holiday baking ones or Master Chef could offer him a sense of warmth and happiness. I think he’d try to show the boss what he learned from them and try to cook simple things.

Pucci

Religious Channels: Watches sermons to draw inspiration. Though I do think he’d strongly dislike the kinds of televangelists that scam vulnerable people.

Discovery/Space Channels: Interested in space and time shows, considering his obsession with Heaven and universal perfection.

Classical Music Channel: Finds focus in orchestral music and opera broadcasts. Probably plays it in the background as he reads or annotates his Bible.

Funny Valentine

News Networks (C-SPAN, BBC): Watches political coverage and speeches to stay informed and critique the current state of governance and the world.

History Channel: Studies historical conflicts and leadership tactics.

Classic Movie Channels: Watches patriotic films or period dramas for inspiration and comfort.

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odinsblog · 3 days ago

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A concert on Monday night at New York’s Radio City Music Hall was a special occasion for Frank Miller: his parents’ wedding anniversary. He didn’t end up seeing the show — and before he could even get past security, he was informed that he was in fact banned for life from the venue and all other properties owned by Madison Square Garden (MSG).

After scanning his ticket and promptly being pulled aside by security, Miller was told by staff that he was barred from the MSG properties for an incident at the Garden in 2021. But Miller says he hasn’t been to the venue in nearly two decades.

“They hand me a piece of paper letting me know that I’ve been added to a ban list,” Miller says. “There’s a trespass notice if I ever show up on any MSG property ever again,” which includes venues like Radio City, the Beacon Theatre, the Sphere, and the Chicago Theatre.

He was baffled at first. Then it dawned on him: this was probably about a T-shirt he designed years ago. MSG Entertainment won’t say what happened with Miller or how he was picked out of the crowd, but he suspects he was identified via controversial facial recognition systems that the company deploys at its venues.

In 2017, 1990s New York Knicks star Charles Oakley was forcibly removed from his seat near Knicks owner and Madison Square Garden CEO James Dolan. The high-profile incident later spiraled into an ongoing legal battle. For Miller, Oakley was an “integral” part of the ’90s Knicks, he says. With his background in graphic design, he made a shirt in the style of the old team logo that read, “Ban Dolan” — a reference to the infamous scuffle.

A few years later, in 2021, a friend of Miller’s wore a Ban Dolan shirt to a Knicks game and was kicked out and banned from future events. That incident spawned ESPN segments and news articles and validated what many fans saw as a pettiness on Dolan and MSG’s part for going after individual fans who criticized team ownership.

But this week, Miller wasn’t wearing a Ban Dolan shirt; he wasn’t even at a Knicks game. His friend who was kicked out for the shirt tagged him in social media posts as the designer when it happened, but Miller, who lives in Seattle, hadn’t attended an event in New York in years.

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pbandjelly535 · 5 months ago

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PSA: if you want to watch any UConn games this season please read below:

Couple options to watch:

TOMORROWS GAME VS BOSTON COLLEGE IS ON SNY.

1. If you don’t have cable (i.e. you pay for live tv) at all you are most likely out of luck, unfortunately to watch women’s sports it almost always requires a subscription of some sort at least for regular season/non-primetime games.

- You will need a tv provider that offers fox sports: these inside Sling TV, Hulu + Live Tv, DirectTV stream, or fubo.

- Check them out as most of them offer a free trial or heavy discounts for your first month, but make sure you cancel before it’s up if you don’t want to pay!

- my parents are old and have cable so I’m leaching off of their directTV account LMAO

- Most of the games will be on a regional sports network called SNY. Some of the bigger matchups will be on ESPN channels, FOX main channels, CBS and ABC. The Bahamas games are on an app called flohoops. I will post about how to use these in later weeks!

2. If you live inside SNY’s regional territory (NY, CT, parts of NJ, and PA) AND have SNY as a channel through your TV provider all you have to do is go to that channel when the games start. SN: you may need to add a sports package to your plan if you can’t access it.

3. If you are like me and DO NOT live in SNY’s regional territory BUT you do have some form of cable this is what you need to do

- download the fox sports app onto your device (can be a mobile phone or an iPad) and log in with your tv provider

- you should be able to access the games and then you can stream to your smart tv!

- you can get the fox sports app on your tv but it’s very slow so I’d recommend not doing that!

#uconnwbb

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female-buckets · 7 months ago

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ESPN needs to be investigated for sending push notifications every time Clark gets fouled. I want to know which ESPN producers are responsible. I want a name.

It's really insane. And it's designed to make people angry. It makes every fan angry in some way and it works. Some people are angry for Caitlin, some are angry at her, and some are angry at ESPN. Everybody's mad. And it's unpleasant when we're all mad like this. ESPN really is trash. It didn't have to be like this. I blame them for covering Caitlin's first year in this confrontational way. I don't think it's fair to her or to anyone else in the sport.

#wnba #caitlin clark

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olaqueenbeeofastrology · 23 days ago

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gamesetattach · 2 months ago

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Night Owl

Jannik Sinner x Reader Late nights and no sleep is basically reader's whole thing, and it's not the most sustainable. Jannik befriends her and helps, though he becomes a bit more than a nap buddy if you know what I mean

Jannik Sinner was used to the quiet hum of hotel lobbies late at night. They were places of calm after the chaos of matches, where he could collect his thoughts or read a book while waiting for jetlag to pass. But lately, the lobbies had taken on a new sort of charm, thanks to you.

You were a sports analyst traveling with the ATP Tour for ESPN, constantly combing through match plays and outcomes to produce up to date statistics. Your work hours were unconventional, and your insomnia meant that while most of the world slept, you were often perched at a corner table in the lobby, your laptop glowing as you finalized edits or compile data. It had become a running joke among the players. Early risers like Casper Rudd and Stefanos Tsitsipas would tease you as they passed by for their morning workouts, catching you on your way back to your room to try and sleep as they started another day.

"Still awake?" someone would always ask, and your answer was always the same: "Still working."

Jannik had been introduced to you through his team during a content shoot early in the season. At first, he hadn’t thought much of it—just another professional face among the sea of tournament staff. But then he started noticing you, always at your table, headphones on, a small pile of snacks beside your laptop as you worked through the night. One evening, curiosity got the better of him, and he wandered over to your table, a cup of tea in hand.

“You’re still here,” he said, his voice low so as not to startle you.

You looked up, surprised to see him of all people. “Still working,” you replied with your typical line and a grin. “What about you? Couldn’t sleep?”

He shrugged, pulling out the chair across from you. “Something like that.”

That was how it started. Jannik would occasionally join you in the lobby, the two of you talking in between your work and his sessions. It was never anything too personal at first—discussions about matches, travel schedules, and, once, a heated debate about the best flavor of potato chips. But over time, the conversations deepened. He told you about his family back in Italy, how he missed skiing but loved the life tennis had given him. You shared stories of your own, of late nights in design school and the strange but wonderful world of sports media.

One day, as you were furiously working to meet a deadline for the next days broadcast in the tournament facility's lounge, Jannik walked in, already in sweatpants and a hoodie. His match had been delayed due to rain, and he was waiting for the courts to dry.

“You look like you need a break,” he said, setting down his tea.

“I can’t,” you replied, barely glancing up. “I have to finish this before the morning meeting.”

He leaned against the back of the chair, watching you for a moment. “You know,” he said casually, “you could nap. Just for a bit.”

You snorted. “Nap? Where? Here? ”

He gestured to the couch across from your table. “Right there. I’m going to nap anyway. You might as well join me.”

You stared at him, trying to figure out if he was joking. The slight smirk on his face told you he was… sort of.

“You’re serious?”

He shrugged. “Why not? You look like you haven’t slept in a week.”

You hesitated, then shrugged. “Fine. But if I snore, that stays between us.”

“Deal,” he said, grinning as he stretched out on the couch.

"And if I drool, look the other way." You added as you shut you saved your spreadsheets and shut your laptop, and he only laughed and shook his head in response.

You curled up on the adjacent coach, your hoodie pulled tightly around you. To your surprise, the moment you closed your eyes, your body seemed to melt into the stiff cushions. For the first time in weeks, you let yourself be completely at ease. The distant sound of Jannik’s steady breathing lulled you into a deep, dreamless sleep.

When you woke, it was to the sound of his coach’s voice, gently calling Jannik to get ready. You sat up groggily, blinking at the sun that had streamed in while you were asleep.

“Good nap?” Jannik asked, his hair slightly tousled.

“Honestly, yes,” you admitted. “I think that might've been the best sleep I’ve had in weeks.”

“Told you it would help," he smiled, "We can do it again sometime.”

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Later that evening, after Jannik’s match—a hard-fought three-set win—you ran into him near the player lounge. He was still flushed from the adrenaline, his towel slung over his shoulder.

“That was some good tennis,” you said, shaking his hand once.

“Thanks,” he replied, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. “Feeling rested now?”

You laughed. “Still can’t believe I actually fell asleep in the lounge. But yeah, I’m feeling a lot better.”

He hesitated for a second, and then said, “You know, if you ever need a break, you can… you know? Find me. I’m known for my naps, I am very good at this.”

It was such a simple, silly offer, but something about the way he said it made your face warm. “I’ll keep that in mind,” you said softly.

And you did.

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You cashed in that offer of his fairly quickly and it soon evolved to become part of your budding relationship with him, though your many, joint naps with Jannik on separate couches quickly transitioned to most nights being in spent in his room, in his bed.

Nights in hotels had taken on a new rhythm for you. What had once been solitary—you, hunched over your laptop in the hotel lobby, headphones on and snacks by your side—was now a shared routine. Instead of the empty glow of your screen, it was Jannik’s quiet presence in the darkness of his room, the way his breathing evened out as he drifted off, and the way his arm would instinctively find your waist in the middle of the night. For the first time in years, you were sleeping—really sleeping—more nights than not.

It didn’t take long for people on the tour to notice your absence from the lobby. Gael Monfils had always teasingly called you the tour's very own "night owl" and forever referred to any lobby as your "nest". Other players had picked up on the nickname. But now, the others on the tour who also, often stayed up found the lobby quieter without you. When they asked where you’d gone, you shrugged it off, saying you’d finally found a way to adjust to the varying time zones.

Jannik found the speculation especially funny. One morning, as you walked to grab breakfast with him, Matteo Berrettini sidled up to you both, grinning mischievously.

“You’re hiding something,” he said to you, wagging a finger. “You’re not perched in the lobby as often anymore. Something must be keeping you… busy.”

You rolled your eyes, but Jannik smirked behind him, biting back a laugh. “Maybe I just finally learned how to sleep,” you said, your tone perfectly even as Jannik continued to be humored by the confrontation.

“Hmm. Maybe..." Matteo squinted at you, looking at Jannik in fake exasperation as though the two of them were in on this interrogation against you together. "But you mean to tell me after all these years, you learned to sleep overnight? Yeah, right."

"Yeah, right.” Jannik parroted, playing along and getting way too much amusement from Matteo's friendly, but oblivious confrontation.

"I’ll figure it out, I swear.” And then he nudged Jannik, and whispered to him for you to hear. "I have a feeling that something might be a someone, if you know what I mean."

"Oh yeah?" Jannik whispered back conspiratorially, but his eyes were locked with yours and he was smirking over at you.

After Matteo said his goodbyes and walked away, you swatted at Jannik your elbow. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“It’s harmless,” he said, still smiling. “Besides, they’ll never guess.”

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The growing closeness between you and Jannik, and the comfort you found in each other—the comfort you gave eachother—continued to be undefined. You spent most nights together, had become each other’s confidants, and shared moments before and between sleep that felt impossibly intimate. But you hadn’t had any conversations about what the two of you were to each other, and you told yourself it was for the best. Jannik’s life was demanding, and yours wasn’t much different. Assuming anything more felt dangerous, like tempting fate.

That week, the tour brought you to one of the most anticipated tournaments of the season. Jannik was slated to play a match against one of the tour’s veterans, one of the few players of the season people felt he wasn’t guaranteed to beat. The pressure was palpable, and you felt it radiating off him, even with how well he tried to hide it.

And that same week, the first time in months, your insomnia returned with a vengeance. Whether it was the stress of the tournament or the weight of your buried feelings, you couldn’t say. But instead of turning to Jannik, you avoided him. You told yourself it was better this way. He needed his rest, his focus. You didn’t want to burden him with your sleeplessness.

During the days, you kept your distance, avoiding his searching glances and brushing off his questions when he passed by. “Just busy with work,” you’d say, offering a forced smile. At night, you retreated to empty corners of the hotel, working until your eyes burned and your head ached, ignoring his texts asking you to come over.

By the night before his big match, you were a wreck. Your skin dull, your eyes hollow. You’d set up camp in a quiet lounge near the hotel’s back entrance, hoping no one would find you. But Jannik wasn’t so easily deterred.

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“Have you seen her?” Jannik asked, stopping one of the players as they passed through the lobby.

“Not tonight,” they said. “She’s been harder to find lately.”

Jannik frowned, his worry mounting. He asked a few more people, piecing together vague sightings until he finally found you, hunched over your laptop in a dimly lit lounge. The sight of you made his chest tighten. You looked exhausted, barely holding yourself upright.

“Hey,” he said softly, stepping into the room.

You startled, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Jannik. What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you,” he said simply. He walked closer, his gaze searching your face as he ran his thumb over the swell of your cheek. “You don’t look too good. How long have you been like this?”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, forcing a smile. “Just… a rough week.”

“Hey, look at me,” he said, his voice gentle but firm.

You hesitated, your eyes darting away, but eventually, you met his gaze. The concern in his expression undid you. Tears welled up, and you quickly blinked them away.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you said, your voice breaking. “You have a huge match tomorrow. You don’t need to deal with this... with me.”

He stepped closer, his hands resting on your shoulders. “Come with me,” he said. It wasn’t a question.

Too tired to argue, you let him guide you back to his room. The walk was quiet, your tears spilling over as the weight of the week pressed down on you. As soon as the door closed behind you, you turned to him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “You never signed up for this. For me being… like this. I didn’t want to mess up your match.”

Jannik cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away your tears. “Stop,” he said, his voice steady. “You’re not a burden. And for the record, I’d sign up for this a hundred times over, because I care about you.”

Your breath hitched, and he continued. “And I can handle myself on the court. What I can’t accept is seeing you like this and doing nothing.”

You nodded, tears streaming freely now. He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as your exhaustion finally caught up with you.

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That night, you slept more than you had in the past five days combined. Jannik stayed beside you, his presence always grounding you in a way nothing else could. When you woke the next morning, he was already getting ready for the match, moving quietly so as not to disturb you.

“Hey,” you said rubbing at your eyes as you sat up.

He turned, smiling when he saw you. “Morning. How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you admitted. “Thanks to you.”

He walked over, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Good. Rest more if you need to. I’ll see you after the match.”

As he left, you felt a warmth bloom in your chest, the kind that came from knowing someone cared—from feeling truly, and unconditionally cared for.

You were so glad you took that offer.

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I hate jet lag and alarms. Also my fatal flaw is that I'm really good at sleeping hard, but am terrible at getting to sleep and even worse at waking up. Which I guess is like 3 fatal flaws...I'm so cooked...

In uni, I used to pull all nighters if I had something important in the morning just because I couldn't trust myself to wake up for it. Only a few months out in the real world but I think I'll prob spending the rest of my life working off college, sleep debt included.

And scene. Anyways, wishing you all sweet dreams and love and kisses xx

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sparkypantaloons · 1 year ago

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Metronomics

Sometimes it's too much, Gotham. Too much putting his body on the line for a city that can't and won't change.

Bruce imagines what his life could have been, what his children's lives could have been, if things had been different.

Sometimes it's too much. Gotham. Too polluted, too populated, to poor...

Morally poor, he should say. The money's never been more than a means to an end for Bruce and he's never cared who has or hasn't got it. Even if he knows that's evidence enough of how out of touch he really is. To not be, and never have been, the levels of desperate so many of his fellow Gothamites have. Are. But he can't change that now. Not after a lifetime of more money than he could ever hope to spend (and God knows he's tried).

And it's not that he thinks poverty equals moral corruptness. Of course not. But God, if it doesn't cause a rot that's hard to escape. An agony deep in the bones, like an atomic bomb. Almost a century since, but still poisoning the ground and the air and the lives where it fell.

It's too much, sometimes. Gotham. Decades of putting his body, his heart, mind on the line for a city that doesn't change and can't change and... Won't.

Part of his Brucie-rich-boy-bit has always been a pretend man of the people. 'Billionaire spotted on Chicago's L-train', a picture of him in $5,000 jeans, throwing a peace sign on the platform at Quincy. 'Bruce Wayne joins the commute on Bangkok's BTS Skytrain' sunburned and sweaty and grinning like a moron. Public transport is easy when you don't need it. The delays, the overcrowding, the cost. All part of the big adventure when you're rich and famous.

He's deliberate in his appearances. Shows up too big to be allowed and always lost. Asking fellow travellers for directions and breaking every unspoken, local rule. Stopping at the bottom of escalators and standing on the right and never having his ticket ready at the barriers... but he's deliberate in his anonymity too.

He's ridden the New York subway and Shanghai's metro and Vienna's U-bahn more times than he can count. Undercover, trailing marks and tailing suspects, slipping past local police and resident gangsters alike. Just another nameless face in the crowd.

But then there's the times he's just there as himself. Times he rides the lines as Bruce. Not the billionaire, not the Bat. Just Bruce. Grey Ghost fan, hates mushrooms, loves dinosaurs. Father, friend, son. Just another traveller amidst the millions. Nobody wanting anything from him, nobody talking to him, nobody even noticing him. It's freedom unlike any he's ever known.

It makes him wonder what his life might have been. If he hadn't been born in the South Wing's master bedroom of Wayne Manor. What his children's lives might have been, if their father had just been a man, and not this man.

Dick for sure, Olympic medallist. There's no doubt. Even without the money and the training and the classes, his boy was destined for greatness. Gold medals and podiums and adoration. Coaching and teaching and leading. And, Bruce fancies, probably the ESPN correspondent for major competitions. Team USA coach. International Olympic Committee. Whatever Dick wanted; in any life there's nothing he couldn't do.

Cass, Bruce likes to think, would have been an architect. If she'd ever been afforded a normal life, ever been given the tender love and care she so deserved as a child. She reads people with ease, drilled into her as it was by Cain; a skill as crucial as its learning was cruel. But given a normal life? Architecture, Bruce is sure. The way she navigates space, the way she uses it and understands it. What better way to make a life than creating in the space she so fully inhabits? Designing structures that change the way people live, challenge how they think. She'd have been glorious.

Tim, on the other hand... Tim. If Bruce thinks about him too long the guilt starts to set in. His brilliant boy, just next door; alone for so long. Bruce was intimately familiar with the experience, though at least he'd had Alfred when he'd been young. If only he'd just paid more attention, he could have— anyway. In another time, one where Bruce rides the subway and to work and Tim doesn't spend the first decade of his life by himself, surely he'd be some fintech billionaire wizz kid by now. He'd have created a Facebook or eBay or Venmo. But better. Kinder. Richer probably than Bruce, now. And he'd still ride the metro next to his old man.

Damian, Bruce's youngest, sweetest boy. Who knows what Damian could have been, in a life where Bruce and Talia kissed each other goodbye every morning and sweet dreams each night. He's a gentle soul, really, fierce as he is. Shows it in his affection for animals. Gives them the tenderness he never had as a child. Who knows what he could have been in a life filled with light instead of shadow. Warmth and love instead of the League's relentless dark. A scientist maybe, or an astronaut. A teacher, a vet, a nurse. Whatever he wanted. A gardener, a piano tuner, a cab driver. Happy, whatever it was. And safe in the knowledge he was loved.

And then... and then, Jason. Bruce thinks of his second son the most, as he rides the rails. Takes the Bakerloo south from Marylebone and the Tanamachi west to Hirano. What Jason could have been, if things had been different. It doesn't seem fair to dwell on it. To imagine the darling, sweet boy who had been Robin as anything but. To disrespect the incredible fucking gift he's already been given of a second chance, by imagining it as any different. So instead he thinks that Jason would still be Robin. Still Red Hood. Still saving people, still putting himself on the line to make the world better. Even if Bruce didn't love the way he did it, he still loved Jason. Gods did he love him. It's too much, sometimes.

Gotham. Sometimes she's too much. But most of the time, most of the time she was everything. His home, his children's home.

To see the sun rise from the east corner of the clocktower with Cass and swing between the crumbling art deco blocks of Coventry, Dick by his side. Racing down her labyrinth of alleyways and side streets with Tim and even negotiating her sewers with Damian. And Jason. Just seeing Jason's face, scowling at him though it usually is, as he waits outside the Collins Street station for Bruce to arrive.

"Your late." He grunts, as Bruce climbs the steps of the subway. He looks at his watch irritably. "If we miss brunch, you're paying."

"Of course," Bruce says, a warm hand on Jason's shoulder as they begin to walk. "Anything for you, chum."

She's too much, sometimes. Gotham. But most of the time? She's exactly where he wants to be

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SINGER NIALL HORAN INVESTS IN FENWAY SPORTS, MCILROY TGL TEAM

Singer-songwriter Niall Horan will tee it up as the latest investor in TGL, the tech-infused team golf league backed by Tiger Woods and Rory McIlroy. Horan, who first gained fame as a member of boy band One Direction, invested in Boston Common Golf through his investment vehicle Greenbridge Ventures.

Boston Common Golf is one of the six inaugural TGL teams and owned by Fenway Sports Group and McIlroy’s investment firm, Symphony Ventures.

McIlroy and Horan both hail from Ireland and have been longtime friends. “Golf has been a lifelong passion of mine,” Horan said in a statement. “Being able to combine my love for the game and my friendship with Rory into a relationship that helps launch a new concept in golf is truly special.”

TGL teams will each feature four golfers hitting shots into a golf simulator screen until they are within 50 yards of the hole and the action transfers to a short game area that transforms between holes. The season includes 15 matches, plus playoffs.

Horan will also serve as an ambassador for Boston Common Golf, which will benefit from his massive social media following, which includes 72 million combined followers on Instagram and Twitter—Woods has 10 million and McIlroy 6 million.

In 2015, Horan launched a sports agency focused on golf, Modest! Golf Management, with his business partner, Mark McDonnell. Their clients include Tyrrell Hatton, who has won six European Tour events and one on the PGA Tour. That same year, Horan served as McIlroy’s caddie in the Masters’ annual Par 3 Contest.

In addition to his singing career, Horan was a coach the past year on The Voice and coached the winner in back-to-back seasons. He is currently on the North American leg of his global tour.

TGL was slated to start play this January, but delayed its inaugural season to begin Jan. 7, 2025 after a power failure caused the dome of the SoFi Center in Palm Beach Gardens to deflate. The required repairs led the TGL to delay a year. Last month, Horan visited TGL’s performance lab to preview the technology that will be used in the competition.

The SoFi Center will boast a 3,000-square-foot simulator screen and a 22,475-square-foot customizable short game area. TGL rules also include a shot clock, and the league plans for players to be mic’d up during the action. A seating area for 1,500 has been designed around the playing zone.

Matches will be broadcast on ESPN and ESPN+.

The six, location-tied teams for TGL’s inaugural season: Atlanta Drive GC, Boston, Jupiter Links GC, Los Angeles Golf Club, New York Golf Club and the Bay Golf Club, have attracted heavy hitters in the sports space, including Arthur Blank, Steve Cohen, Alexis Ohanian and Marc Lasry, as well as athletes Serena Williams, Stephen Curry and Giannis Antetokounmpo. Woods partnered with David Blitzer for the Jupiter franchise.

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