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fe-husband-heaven · 5 years ago

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Dimitri x Wife!Reader - Commission (N/SFW)

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@queenofthespacesquids has graciously commissioned Dimitri smut from me :') and has been an absolute angel during this whole mess of a pandemic!

This reader is a general female reader and the commissioner wanted to share the Dimi love so they've allowed posting here!💖💕💖

Thank you once again for commissioning me! I hope everyone else enjoys it too!

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The twelfth sigh that day fell from Dimitri's lips. Drooping shoulders accompanied the heaving huffs he gave as his horse trotted along the roads of Fhirdiad.

"We'll be arriving soon, boar. Contain yourself."

Felix travelled afoot alongside Dimitri's white steed. A frown on his face, he shot Dimitri a judgemental look.

Dimitri paid him no heed.

"Awww, c'mon Felix. Give the guy a break. He's a man separated from his lady, doesn't it break your heart?"

Sylvain rode up to the two on his own horse, sticking to Felix's left.

"The only thing it breaks is my patience. I'd understand if this was his first time away, but he does this every time."

Sylvain laughed, his swordsman friend only deepened his scowl.

"Well...They've only been married for a little while..can't imagine they've had too much time alone considering he's the freaking King."

Felix scoffed,

"Y/N's with him all the time, they're attached at the hip, it's a miracle they haven't fused together yet."

Both of them turned to face the blonde man when he gave another longing sigh at the mention of your name.

Sylvain trotted his horse closer to Dimitri, which forced Felix to move to his left. Felix gave him a "Tch." in response.

Sylvain patted Dimitri's shoulder,

"Think of it this way, I'm sure your lady was very lonely. When you get back, she'll probably want lots of-"

Felix stomped on the ground near Sylvain's horse, spooking it and causing it to rear up before it sprung forward, Sylvain, fumbling to stay on and regain control.

"That absolute fool…Don't listen to his inane..."

He trailed off when he looked back to Dimitri, who looked extremely troubled.

"..Lonely..?..My wife is..lone...ly..?"

Dimitri's expression quickly went from yearning, to worry. Felix slapped a hand to his forehead in defeat.

"Ugh, you two are absolutely impossible…"

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The gates of Fhirdiad were in sight not long after that. The soldiers standing guard alerted their fellow knights about the return of the king.

Many thought that Dimitri should remain on the throne and not step foot out into danger, it was a great risk to have the king out and about after what happened to the previous one.

But Dimitri firmly believed in being involved with the people, and seeing for himself what his people needed. The Kingdom was still recovering from the war, constant patrols were necessary.

Unfortunately, this meant that he was often forced apart from you. He would take you with him but it was not the most intelligent of ideas to have both the King and Queen away at the same time.

He wondered...were you really lonely? He knew Dedue had stayed behind as your guard but did you miss him the same way he missed you?

He sighed again, he wanted his wife.

"We're here, boar. Quit moping."

Dimitri looked up, they were in fact in front of the gates. But he honed in on something much more important.

"Dimitri!"

His wife.

She was waving. Smiling and waving at him from just a little bit inside the gate. He could see a couple of advisors begging her to come back inside where it was safe.

Felix and Sylvain essentially watched a man be reborn right in front of them. Dimitri perked up and a bright glimmer found its way into his blue eye, he kept his gaze on her. He knew he was to remain cordial and in line with the rest of his troops but...his wife.

The moment he was able to, Dimitri clambered off his steed and headed straight to you. You stood, adorned in blues and whites, the colors of Fhaergus. Laughing lightly as you held your arms open for him. He did not hesitate to jump right into them and return the hug you gave him.

He squeezed tightly, and pulled back far enough to pepper a couple kisses on your face.

He remained completely unaware of the dozens of eyes watching the two of you. Many of them simply civilians who had come to witness the return of their king. They smiled at the scene, Fhirdiad was well aware of the King's love for the Queen.

This was not the first time he had arrived absolutely starved for his wife's company. The people found it soothing, King Dimitri did not seem so far out of their reach when they saw how very much like them he was. Many were quite fond of the two of you and those of older generations would have a couple "Ahh to be young again.."s when the two of you were spotted together.

Once again, a royal advisor came along to try to usher the local King and Queen back into the palace.

"Please, your majesties-" Cut off by the firm grip of a hand on their shoulder, the man who was about to plead the resident King and Queen to please for the love of the goddess head back inside, turned towards the source of the sudden looming shadow.

He came face to face with a less than pleased Dedue.

"Do not interrupt their Majesties…"

Dedue had not meant for the man to apologize and run away but...he could not help the pleased feeling that ran through him at having protected the precious time their Majesties had together. The Queen doted on him and The King never failed to remind him that he was family. He was extremely grateful, he thought it to be the least he could do.

He quite enjoyed seeing them happy.

Briefly pausing his barrage of affection, Dimitri's lips pulled down into a frown accompanied by what can only be described as puppy dog eyes.

"Were you… lonely..?"

You...weren't sure how to respond. Of course you wanted him home but were you lonely? Dedue and the others had kept you company and they made it difficult to be lonely.

Your attention was caught by a redhead casanova standing a few feet away from the two of you. He was nodding, giving you a thumbs up, and mouthing "Say yes". You then watched as Felix jabbed his elbow into his side before dragging him off by the collar, probably off to go train.

Turning back to your giant lion of a husband, he was still awaiting an answer. You don't know what possessed you to trust Sylvain but between not knowing how to respond and his look of confidence, you threw caution to the wind.

"Of course..!.Isn't it natural to miss my husband?"

For a moment he looked even more saddened, like it was somehow his fault that you had been lonely. You smiled softly at him and laid a gentle hand on the side of his face, cupping his cheek.

"Hmm, didn't you miss me too?"

Leaning into your touch, Dimitri's frown dissipated, and a serene expression was left behind in its departure. Your hand was tenderly covered by his own as the other arm wrapped around your waist tightened just a little.

"Dearly."

Smiling at each other, it seemed as though no one else existed around you. Just a husband and wife who were reunited.

"Your majesties."

Dedue stepped forward.

Dimitri turned to look at him, keeping you in his arms as you did the same.

"Please Dedue, call me "Dimitri". You know you're family to us, Y/N and I would love nothing more than to drop formalities."

Dedue smiled tenderly, his heart warmed.

"Yes, your majesty."

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped you at the way Dimitri was rendered speechless. You doubted that Dedue would ever move past the habit, Dimitri would have to settle for having his name used in private!

Giving your husband a comforting pat, you turned your attention back to Dedue when he continued speaking.

"Your majesties, there are no matters that require your assistance urgently. Please, take this time to rest...both of you." he added.

You smiled and thanked Dedue, who with a bow, went off to the kitchens. His cuisine had grown quite popular among the people and he was often requested for cooking duty in spite of his status as Dimitri's right hand man.

Shooting Dimitri a bright grin, you wrapped your arms around his as his hold on you loosened.

"Shall we go?"

His smile softened further, your lips parted to tease him about being handsome but before you could, a surprised yelp escaped your lips as you were suddenly pulled off of your feet and into strong toned arms.

You heard a couple whistles from onlookers as you collected yourself, Dimitri had already begun moving and walking off towards your room as if he wasn't carrying an entire human being in his arms.

You stabilized yourself by wrapping your arms around his neck, marvelling up at him briefly before laughing.

"Hmm, this is familiar!"you chirped.

Dimitri's strides slowed just a little as he focused on you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, not noticing the respectful bows of passing attendants.

He laughed lightly,

"Ahhh,yes, our wedding night, you nearly tripped on your own dress when I set you down."

You made an offended sound but felt your heart warm. Dimitri used to be nothing but proper to you, now he was comfortable teasing you.

"Yeah well, you cried when you saw me in it."

Dimitri sputtered,

"T-that is not..!..I-.."

He stopped walking, locking eyes with you as red burned on his cheeks and tips of his ears.

"That is unfair Y/N...you were beautiful.."

You smiled contently at him, sighing softly. Somehow, you had netted yourself the sweetest man on the planet. Tooth-rottingly sweet. You wondered if he knew how charming he was.

"How did I get such a precious husband again..?"

You leaned up to press a kiss to his lips. Not satisfied with a peck, Dimitri careened his neck to return the kiss. A wave of warmth ran through you as the sound of lips melding together slipped into your ear.

You pulled back just enough to murmur against his lips,

"Hurry…"

At probably the fastest speed you'd ever seen him move, Dimitri barreled through the castle halls at breakneck speed. You couldn't help but laugh at his eagerness as he neared your room. Barely getting the door open and crossing through, he was back at engulfing your lips, shifting you in his arms so you pressed against him.

Pulling away reluctantly, you patted his shoulder.

"Set me down here."

He seemed unwilling to let you go but the ever obedient husband he was, he voiced no complaints. Though he did look like he was itching to snake his arms around you again.

Locking the door, you watched with amused eyes as Dimitri's face went crimson the moment you got on your knees in front of him.

"M-my love…!.you don't have to..!.please let me-"

Dimitri moved to help you up but you simply grabbed a hold of his hands and brought them to your cheeks.

"Dimitri…" you locked eyes with him, taking in the flustered expression he wore, "You're always spoiling me...let me take care of you too…!"

There were a lot of things in life Dimitri could handle. Being king, fighting in arduous battles, even the most extraneous of labors. But seeing his wife kneeled in front of him, eager to please him in such a lewd manner was not one of them.

"Y/N...if it is what you wish…"

You frowned, you wanted him to enjoy it too…

Looking back in front of you, you were surprised by the bulge protruding from his pants. You couldn't help the cat-like grin that enveloped your lips.

Reaching out to tug at his belt, you purposefully brushed against the swell, not missing the soft intake of breath from him. You looked up and smiled cheekily at him,

"What I wish,huh…" teasing evident in your voice.

Maybe it was a little mean, but the way he buried his face in his hands as his blush travelled down his neck was well worth it. He was so cute it was almost unfair. This was most definitely not your first time doing anything intimate so to see him flustered even after all the other nights he seemingly couldn't be satiated…well, it was adorable!

You decided to give his heart a bit of a break and turned your gaze away. Working his belt and tugging his pants and undergarments just low enough for his length to slip out, you swallowed thickly as you were reminded about how well endowed your husband was…

Placing a hand on his thigh to stabilize yourself, you curled your fingers around his member and gingerly began pumping its length. Dimitri's hips lightly followed your hand as you rubbed and teased the tip. You thought you wouldn't tease him more but the slow pace you took was probably his greatest enemy right now.

"Y/N..please, this is torture.."

You laughed but indulged him. Tongue wet and warm, you gave a long drawn out lick before taking his cock in your mouth. Head beginning to bob up and down the thick throbbing length of your King, you didn't fail to notice the way Dimitri's hands clenched as he leaned against the door for support.

Struggling to maintain himself, Dimitri watched as he disappeared in and out of his beloved wife's mouth, the lips that kissed him so sweetly, wrapped around him and sucking with such rhythm and heat that he had to fight his own wanton need to buck into your mouth.

It seemed that despite how fervently he had pounded you into the mattress so often after your wedding, he would still be a blushing mess when at your mercy. But he couldn't help it. His wife, his precious wife...full of nothing but love for him..there were times where he was unsure of whether he deserved such devotion.

He knew he shouldn't doubt your decisions but he couldn't help but wonder why him. You told him often about everything you loved about him but the question lingered. What exactly had he done to be blessed with you? Perhaps it was pointless to mull it over, he couldn't let you go either way.

Still...his wife..his wife...Y/N Blaiddyd…

His length twitched in your mouth, and your pace stopped as gentle hands reached down to brush hair out of your face, tenderly caressing your cheeks. You looked up to meet loving blue eyes, Dimitri's expression was soft, and you weren't sure what insighted it.

But it didn't matter, letting your eyelids flutter shut, you nuzzled a little into his touch before continuing. His body responded to your affection with a slow roll of his hips, and a soft breathless moan of your name.

Encouraging him to keep moving, you pulled him a little closer. His breathing was growing rapid and the wary slides into your mouth were building into broken thrusts, desperate to keep feeling the inviting heat of your tongue.

Your jaw was getting sore but the face Dimitri made as he got closer and closer to release was too great of a reward to stop. Burning the image of your King panting and losing himself to pleasure into your mind, you couldn't help but feel a little pleased with yourself.

"..!..Y/N..!!..I'm going to-..!"

Expecting you to let him go, Dimitri was helpless against your increasing speed. Bucking into your mouth while his fingers dug into your hair, he shut his eyes tight as the ache and throbbing of his cock was finally rewarded with the white pleasure of release.

Driving him in as deep as you could, you enjoyed watching him as the rush of warm cum spurted down your throat. Making a show of swallowing, you let his member slip from your lips.

But before you could make a comment that would net you a cute blush and a stammer from the golden haired man, you were pulled up carefully and wrapped into a tight hug.

After a split second moment of surprise, you returned the hug, one hand reaching up to stroke and play with Dimitri's tousled hair. Burying his face in the curve of your neck, Dimitri murmured a soft but bashful Thank you. You would have laughed if it wasn't so sweet.

He was still so polite…thanking you for sucking him off...heh.

"Hmm, don't thank me yet. I'm not quite done with you!" You sing-songed.

Dimitri pulled back just enough so you were facing each other, you admired the color on his cheeks. He kissed your forehead softly,

"May I..?"

Now it was your turn to be putty in his hands, it was hard not to be when he was asking with such decorum to undress you. Your face matched his as you turned around, giving him access to the lacings and buttons on your dress.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the back of your neck as he worked on freeing you from your clothes.

You busied yourself with a mantra reminding you not to pounce on him, but that internal chant was disrupted by the sudden sound of fabric tearing, followed by something dropping on the floor, rolling to a stop in front of you. Looking down, you saw a button.

Silence filled the room and nobody moved a muscle as you stood, feeling a little colder than when you had first walked into the room.

"Dimitri."

"Y-yes..?"

"Did you rip my dress?"

He didn't respond immediately.

"...I..will acquire a new one for you…"

He knew you wouldn't chide him, but he still felt guilty. Expecting you to laugh it off, he was caught by surprise at the sudden barrage of peppered kisses on his face accompanied by you latching onto him through arms snaked around his neck.

He hugged your waist reflexively and though he was extremely happy to be at the receiving end of so much affection, he wanted to know what he had done to deserve it.

"Y/N?"

You cuddled into him, full of glee, having the dam holding you back from smothering him in as much love as you could muster, broken.

"Dimi, you're so cute! Hnnng, why is my husband so cute??"

Dimitri was unsure of what to say but he was happy he was being complimented,

"Two seconds ago, while I was doing something sinful to you, you were absolutely gentle and careful with me but now that you try to be the same to my dress, you go and tear it!"

It was amusing, but also so endearing that you couldn't help the swell of blatant affection that had welled up in your chest. Dimitri was much too kind, handsome, adorable, strong, and intelligent all in one. You were often teased about how much your husband fawned over you, but you were very much the same.

He made you very happy and it's all you wanted for him as well.

Leaning forward, Dimitri captured your lips in a drawn out loving kiss before resting his forehead against yours.

"..Of course...I could never hurt you.."

That netted him a return kiss from you.

Dimitri…

Being even just a little rough during sex constituted as hurting you to him. He knew you weren't helpless, and you could very much handle yourself, but he couldn't help but treat you like you were fragile. He always believed you had to protect the things you love.

Boy, he really took the priest's "to love and cherish till death do you part" seriously…

"My apologies for tearing your dress..I'll replace it, I promise."

And the sweet man was still concerned over something so trivial...You reaaaaaally loved your husband.

You pecked his lips before leaning forward to purr in his ear,

"It's okay. I like it when you tear my clothes off."

It was not but a split second after that you were carried off to your bed, the sound of fabric being torn off your body, music to your ears as an impish grin rested on your lips. With his immense strength, it was an easy task.

The chill from the sudden lack of coverage was ignored as you relished in your riled husband fumbling to take off his armor. When the plates of steel had hit the floor, Dimitri was quick to sink the bed with his weight and hover over you.

"W-would you like me to do the same..?"

Even when he was eager, he was polite.

As sure as you were that he was skilled with his tongue, you had no more patience left to spare.

Shaking your head, you pulled him down so you could let your lips meet, murmuring against them,

"No...I don't want to wait anymore...I just want you, Dimitri."

Making a sound that was strangled by the way he smothered your mouth with his, you felt the hardened tip of his cock align with your entrance, ready to slip into you.

"I-it's wet..." Dimitri noted against your lips.

For as much teasing as you had given him earlier, you were certainly getting your dues at how torturously slow he was sliding into you.

You knew you couldn't rush it but feeling every inch of Dimitri's length filling your core and being unable to have him just pound you into the mattress..it was unfair.

Feeling Dimitri's hips meet yours, you were relieved that you didn't have to wait much longer. The kisses that Dimitri was making to your neck were growing to be too much when coupled with the feverish groping of your chest.

Filled with him, your hips moved on their own and rolled up onto his cock, wanting for him to move.

The slippery inviting heat of his wife's insides mixed with his wife's needy hips spurred Dimitri into slow drawn out thrusts. Thrusts much too leisurely for you.

"Dimitri..faster..please.."

Maybe it was the way you breathed it out next to his ear or the fact that he was always quite obedient in bed but Dimitri did as he was asked.

Building up to a strong steady pace of deep rams of his cock into you, Dimitri wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you close and in place as he slammed himself in and out of you.

Finally being given what you wanted, your legs wrapped around him as little cries of his name escaped your lips. It had been much too long since the last time you'd done this.

"I-..missed you..!"

You panted out, digging your fingers into his hair as your stomach burned from the pleasure.

Dimitri hugged you tighter against him, almost in comfort and agreeance. It was all he could do, he couldn't trust his mouth to form any words at the moment.

He had missed you so dearly, he did every time he had to leave you behind or when you left his side. He loved you more than anything else in the world and it pained him to think you might've felt lonely all on your own.

He was always elated upon his return to find you smiling and welcoming him back, he found comfort in having a home to return to and being able to do the same for you whenever you travelled to neighboring territories to maintain peaceful relations.

Every time you parted, he felt a piece of him was missing. The nights he spent away from you, wondering what you were doing and whether you were faring well, were torturous. Quiet nights, missing you and your company would lead to the shameful pumps of his cock into his own hand, imagining it to be his wife's heat he was plunging into.

He missed you, this, everything.

Maybe it was unbecoming of him, the King of Fhaergus, to love sex with his wife so much but the mutual wanton need to be together and be one was much too enticing to him. Being as close as he could be to the person he vowed to share his life with..it was precious to him, and he was sure you were the same.

"I..!.love you, Y/N-"

Garbled words in between frenzied thrusts somehow still clutched at your heart. You're not sure why, maybe it was just hitting you how much you truly missed him but your eyesight blurred with sudden tears.

Maybe it was just Dimitri. So full of love and so willing to offer it to you despite him sometimes wondering whether he deserved yours. You just wanted to seal away all those worries.

"Dimitri-..!..Dimitri..!!..I love you-..!.I love you, I love-"

Your cries of his name and declarations of love were muffled by desperate lips melding with yours, tongues slipping against each other as the bed creaked with each jut of his hips. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet squelch of you clenching around him burned into your ears.

Hips bucking up wildly, the building white heat that pooled in your stomach finally spilled over the edge as you shook and trembled against him, vision blurring momentarily. All at the same time as your husband's erratic thrusts grew jerky before you felt the hot spill of his seed inside you.

Panting and settling against each other, you ran shaky fingers through Dimitri's hair, smoothing away any strands plastered to his forehead.

Ignoring the wet feeling of cum slipping down the curve of your ass.

You sighed contently as your breathing evened out, a feeling of serenity taking its place. Your husband peacefully rested against your chest, eyelids fluttered shut as he let you caress his face and play with his hair.

The two of you stayed quiet for a long time, just basking in the afterglow of your affection. Dimitri silently relished in his wife's gentle tender hand, enjoying the coolness of your wedding ring when it touched his skin.

He listened to the calming beating of your heart, the same heart that was so open and devoted to him. The same heart that loved him back with as much fervor as his own. The heart that his beloved wife promised belonged to him, just as he had promised his to her.

"..Dimitri..?"

He moved slightly, indicating he was listening.

"..Welcome back."

Shifting, he faced you, joining your mouths in a soft sweet kiss.

"I'm home."

#fire emblem three houses #fe3h #Dimitri #Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd #lemon #god get a room yall xjxjdjs #so lovey dovey sickening #heheheh thank you for the commission! and for letting me write for my precious giant lion xjdjdjd #everyone give thanks to the commissioner!

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wovenstarlight · 4 years ago

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YWBK update: chapter 26 + liner notes

yesterday will be kinder has updated! you can read chapter 26 here, or start from the beginning here

as always, commentary below the cut

Yoojin🐉😊

watch this space....

In preparation for it, Han Hyunjae temporarily requisitions Yoojin’s laptop and combs through the internet looking for photos of the Hunters that he thinks his family should know about in advance. He goes down one too many internet rabbit-holes, takes way too many screenshots, transcribes a summary of the notes in his future diary, then painstakingly puts everything together into a neat little presentation for them.

picture HHJ reading his fifth article wondering where the sung family heir has disappeared to and being like 👁️👁️👁️👁️

had a little giggle to myself about “future diary” that phrasing was definitely on purpose. will exclusively be referring to it as this now

“Right,” he starts, clapping his hands together, after Yerim’s been sent off to play with Hohyoung.

LHH is so much of a background figure.... i want to see more of himself but he likes his privacy.... he’s got his girlfriend and his baby sister and yoojin who’s wormed his way into his good graces by way of Living In Same House but that’s kinda it....... he’s always lurking in the background instead of showing up on screen. come here hohyoung oppa i just wanna talk

Even if Yoojin’s right, Han Hyunjae still has to protest. [...] But he can’t keep it up when Jiyeon looks at him like that.

KJY has the world’s best Stern Mom Voice and Disappointed Mom Glare and to her great delight they work even on fellow adult HHJ. she will use this power For Evil

The other S-ranks are Moon Hyuna, leader of Breaker Guild, and Bak Mingyu of Hanshin Guild.

OK FOR THIS PART I STRAIGHT FORGOT ABOUT HANSHIN GUILD AND I WAS COUNTING UP ON MY FINGERS LIKE WAIT... IF YERIM WAS THE EIGHTH KOREAN S-RANK WHO WERE THE SEVEN BEFORE HER.... (for those curious they were 1. sung hyunjae, 2. han yoohyun, 3. moon hyuna, 4. song taewon, 5. bak mingyu of hanshin, 6. choi sukwon of MKC, and 7. yoon kyeongsoo of soodam. but. i forgot about the last three altogether.)

“Oh, blond guy,” Yoojin says, unimpressed. “Yeah, I’ve seen him on the news and stuff.”

Top 10 Funny Yoojin Moments (I JUST THINK IT’D BE REALLY FUNNY IF HAN “HAVE I MENTIONED IN THE LAST 5 MINUTES HOW HANDSOME SUNG HYUNJAE IS” YOOJIN DID NOT GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT HIM IN THIS TIMELINE....)

Han Hyunjae takes a moment to double-check that he really doesn’t have Noise Resistance (L), and looks back in time to see Yoojin rubbing at his eyes and glaring at the screen.

HEHEHE...... A SECRET TOOL THAT WILL HELP US LATER

“Hyunjae-yah,” Jiyeon says, looking at the photo of Sung Hyunjae on screen, “this man looks—” “LIKE A PIECE OF WHITE BREAD,” Yoojin bellows. [...] “HYUNG THINKS HE LOOKS GOOD? [...] Oh, god, he kinda does, [...] but like, in a trashy romance novel cover way.” [... Jiyeon] gives the computer screen an assessing once-over. “He looks like the models in cologne advertisements.”

this part of the chapter was planned waaaay back in august 2020 and i actually crowdfunded these descriptions from the s-class server dshblksjdfkblsdfb. the original suggestions (thanks to server members for these):

“bland whitie potato with a slap-on seme personality”

“tacky valentine’s day/mom’s cologne advertisement”

“the face of the dude on the cover of all my mom’s trashy romance novels”

and tbh HYJ does think he genuinely looks good but like, disgustingly good, you know... also Hyung Likes Him so [19 gun emojis]

also me handwaving moment of mild homophobia because like. jiyeon doesn’t know yet AND homophobia is a thing in this world BUT i don’t really wanna do, All That (we already did it with HYJ once), so.

“Do S-ranks get rich?” Yerim asks as she enters, because apparently everyone’s coming for his life today. Han Hyunjae closes his eyes and lies down on the bed while Yoohyun calls out an affirmation over his head. “Then I think— oh! He looks nice!” He cracks open an eye just in time to see her nod. “I think ahjussi should marry him for the eye candy and the money.” She beams very wide. Han Hyunjae closes his eyes again and tunes out the loud conversation going on around him. And wishes, not for the first time, that he’d picked literally any other name when he first got here.

yerim says gay rights cuz she’s like 12 rn and she straight up does not really care. but says it in, like, the most frustrating way possible.

sometimes you just need to lie down even as the world keeps throwing shit at you. just lie down and nap for a little bit. especially when the shit in question is the alias regret you had literally back in chapter one of your 25+ chapter story. this is gonna come back to bite you in the ass Very Fucking Soon babe!!!!

You Oh this is like the 17th one I got wrong I swear this course is trying to kill me

me, flicking on that EPSON brand projector,

(i have. been having a Time of it.)

[Yoojin🐉😊 called you (21:35)]

that’s minutes and seconds babey... you can pretty much guess the content of call from context :(

well, uh. most of call. some internal plot and Realizations happening right at the end of those 21 minutes, 35 seconds. namely:

Yoojin🐉❤️

:-)

or i dunno you can be my roommate and we can both leech off my rich and prosperous baby brother!

[extremely sad voice] heehoo... they... care each other....

YMW’s parents are kinda shit ngl. they care about him, but unfortunately, that does not show through in their care for him, ykwim? if they just paid attention to what he was actually talented at and encouraged him in his efforts.................

well, he wouldn’t have met HYJ in canon. but he would also have been a lot happier!! and YMW deserves to be happy!!!!!!!! YMW fucking rights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You When you came with me to drop off Jihui’s standee.

they finally remembered her name sjfbklsjdfbl

Yoojin🐉❤️ OH right i was talking to one of my new commissioners about their piece realized they were an old friend of hyung’s

HEEHOO.... HONKS MY LITTLE CLOWN NOSE yoojin forgot to ask about pronouns but that’s okay they’re figuring that stuff out still

Yoojin🐉❤️ it’s getting late the kids are going to bed i have to turn off the lights

you can take the caregiver out the role of caregiving but he will still think of his baby siblings as his kids

Part of that is changing his behaviour. Hyunjae and Yoojin sit side by side and watch as Suk Simyeong gently coaches Yoohyun on how to interact with others and present a neutral, if not friendly, exterior.

[same voice as ingredience] neurodivergence.....

try and look them in the eye, or at least look somewhere on or near their face, if eye contact is too much

yoohyun, who’s the type to look people in the eye without blinking until they inevitably look away because then they don’t try that eye contact shit again later:

tbh i kinda made up shit for the Training In Formality section i don’t know shit about being Formal and Polite. hope i got it right :pensive:

“He’s not good with touch,” Hyunjae cuts in. [...] “Sorry,” [Yoojin] says apologetically to Suk Simyeong, crossing the room and gently pressing a hand against Yoohyun’s back. The kid slowly stops rocking and leans into the touch as he talks.

he’s not good with touch, Usually..... there are exceptions :-) every time i think about this being canon i go insane. wow. love and trust and faith.

Suk Simyeong nods understandingly, giving the closed door a considering look. “If that’s the case, perhaps he can take over part of the preparations,” he offers.

SSM who’s frothing at the mouth wanting to know more about this dude who apparently did some killer business deal with the head of Dungeon Task Force who all the dungeon people are gossiping about on their phone calls while they cart around unassuming A-rank businessmen: PLEEAAASEE fucking involve him PLEEEEASE make him involve himself in business with me

Still, Yoojin’s work is fairly repetitive and boring, so Hyunjae and the women pull out a pack of UNO cards from somewhere and start playing while he works, not paying much attention to either of the boys.

plugging my Han/Bak family playing UNO art here, please reblog like and subscribe,

He stares down at Yoohyun’s hair. Yoohyun’s wavy hair sits there judgmentally. Yoojin bemoans his budding career as a stylist and admits, “This… isn’t working.”

i’m sorry sweetie... hair isn’t your forte :( you can still do fashion if you try really hard

(fun fact about this whole scene, yoohyun not being able to straighten his hair until he could control flame resistance is Certified Canon!)

“No, shit, don’t get up.” Yoojin flaps his free hand at him distractedly. Hyunjae and his need to do everything himself, jeez. “I mean, like. The iron is not. Straightening.”

“hyunjae and his need to do everything” says the man who a few paragraphs ago wanted to be hair makeup clothing and management all in one

“Okay, but why is it not working, though? Is the iron not turned on?” Wow. Wow! Yoojin wonders suddenly if Yoohyun ever felt as homicidal towards him as Yoojin’s currently feeling towards his big brother. If he ever had, then it’s frankly stunning Yoojin’s survived as long as he did. “Do you think I’m stupid,” he snaps. “It’s plugged in.” “Yeah, but did you turn it on.” “You know what, why don’t you touch it and see?” Yoojin unplugs the straightening iron for a minute so that he can take it over to Hyunjae, presenting it to him with a flourish. The heat will hold on for the few seconds this takes. “Come on, touch it right now. I dare you.”

zmur put this into words better than i can, she described this part as “the feeling when elder siblings doubt your intelligence”--

“What if you used a regular iron. Like for clothes,” Hyunjae says, completely ignoring Yoohyun. Yoojin hums thoughtfully.

--and this part as “THEY ARE RIGHT TO DOUBT IT !”

“Killjoy,” Hyunjae mutters so only he and Yoojin can hear.

(should doubt your elder sibling’s intelligence too, once in a while. keep them on their toes.)

“HAN YOOHYUN YOU TAKE YOUR HAND OFF THAT RIGHT NOW,” Yoojin and Hyunjae and Jiyeon holler in perfect unison.

parental instinct for particular phrasings of commands

“Flame Resistance,” Yoohyun reads out. “S-rank.” It’s not heat resistance, but it’s pretty close, so it probably still applies.

hum hum the flame skill works on heat as well, huh

Yoojin’s watching Hyunjae idly when the flickers start up at the edge of his vision again. He blinks, rubbing his eyes idly, and looks back up in time to see, just for a split second—

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE VISION PROBLEMS WAS IT? RUBBING HIS EYES WAS IT??

“Eh? It didn’t? I’ll… I’ll try it again, one second.” Nothing, for a second— but no, there is, pale flashes here and there. Yoojin shakes his head and blinks. They die down, then start up again. Fainter, this time. Why?

gonna say this here because i accidentally set it up as a Thing there’s. there’s no reason. whether the message shows up or not is pretty much random error.

“Ahjussi has an L-rank skill?” Yerim demands. “That’s so cool!” Jiyeon and Yoohyun and Yoojin stare at Hyunjae in silence as he returns Yerim’s eager high-five. He cowers when he notices them.

these three are already so mad and they don’t know that between S and L there’s SS and SSS. they’re gonna be SOOOOO mad. anyway yerim remains the chillest in the room

“So, say you needed to cauterize a wound in an emergency, and you didn’t have access to healing items or Hunters. You could drop the Resistance there, set it on fire, and just… sear it shut.” Yoohyun blinks, an intrigued look coming into his eyes, and looks down at his own forearm. “That’s true, I could probably…” “Yeah, food for thought, I suppose.” “What the hell?!” Yerim yelps. “Though it’s up to you if you want to try it. I still think your hair is fine as is, we don’t have to—” “That’s horrifying,” Yoojin blurts. “No, I should know how. In case something happens like you said. How do I do it?” “Now hold on a second,” Jiyeon says, voice rapidly rising in pitch.

sometimes i think about how dungeon stuff made yoojin significantly more chill with violence and murder and self mutilation in some cases. and how he comments specifically (i think this might be in a slightly later chapter, possibly unreleased) that people like myeongwoo who don’t have those extra years of immersion in the dungeon culture still reject and avoid violence and killing whenever possible. really makes you think

anyway! i saved some extra commentary for those okay with spoilers. continue reading at your own risk. extra large warning in case you’re skilling

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE BELOW CONTENT!!!! IT DRAWS ON INFO FROM UNTRANSLATED CHAPTERS, POST-170S AT LEAST!

“How many of these people did you personally know?” “Not many!” “So one, then,” Yoojin concludes. “You don’t know that!”

HE DIDN’T SAY THAT YOOJIN WAS RIGHT, THOUGH..............

“Why did you pick his name out of everyone’s! I thought you weren’t in touch with S-ranks. I thought you picked a friend’s name!”

they wanted some kind of bedroom decoration for a family member, counting sheep or something, i forget

a sheep, for a family member of one of han hyunjae’s old acquaintances, is it

#star.txt #work: yesterday will be kinder #writing commentary #my writing #some family antics to make up for what's next #more and more i feel like i need to write a timeskip. i'm so tired of early guild and dungeon management.#i need to write insanity. murder. kidnapping. classic s-class stuff #AND OF COURSE SUPERPOWERED FAMILY ANTICS WHICH IS SO CLASSIC S-CLASS STUFF IT'S BCE

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litrojia · 4 years ago

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Personal Update

I think I ought to provide a personal update to all of you, just to vent all my thoughts somewhere and to explain my recent activity.

Personal Life

Like many of you, 2020 was not kind to me. While I fortunately haven't been directly impacted by COVID yet, the pandemic amplified some minor personal missteps to the point where I'm extremely anxious about my future.

I'm a college student, and I'll have a bachelor's in engineering in May. My GPA is phenomenal, but I fear that's all I have going for me. The thing that really matters are connections, as well as the early experiences that connections help with. I don't have that. I'm quite shy and never put myself out there to anybody in the industry or professors, nor do I come from a family of engineers who can get me a job through nepotism. Either it was too late when I realized that connections were at least as important as grades, or I willingly buried my head in the sand. By the time I was planning to sort myself out and put myself out there, COVID hit, putting an end to physical interaction and any shot at an internship last summer, which I was really counting on. More recently, I've all but canned some plans that I had for grad school. I don't feel like it's worth it in the position I'm in. Thus, I've jumped right into finding jobs, and it's tough. I imagine it's a mix of a bad economy and just not knowing how to do it since I've never been hired for a competitive position. I'm gonna need a lot of luck.

I know I'm not alone, but it weighs heavily on me. Sometimes it overwhelms me. When I think about it, I feel bad to do anything else to enjoy myself (especially art), but at the same time I feel defeated and discouraged from trying, so it becomes a vicious cycle.

Art

I fell off hard in the second half of last year. ATG last June burned me out. By the time I recovered from it, my computer broke. And by the time my computer was fixed and I was getting back into art again, the semester started. It wasn't even a particularly hard semester, but I just struggled with time management. This break between semesters (started a month ago, ending very soon) hasn't been too productive either. There's still lots that I want to do (OC development, learning to draw backgrounds once and for all, collabs, anthro, non-pony, just some good ol' canon ponies more than once every few months, reviving that kinky alt of mine I've mentioned here once, and probably more), but I just struggle to focus on it with the world weighing on my mind.

A few months ago, I opened commissions. If any of my commissioners are reading this, thank you again for buying one. I was a little disappointed with the demand I got for them, but I figure it was mostly because when I opened them and ever since, I've barely ever been drawing. I might not have been able to handle a lot of commissions anyways. For now though, commissions are closed, and I'm not sure when they'll open back up.

Online Relationships

I've been becoming more closed off online (and offline probably) over the past few months. Again, it has to do mostly with poor time management and stress. I treasure many of my past interactions, and I'd love to talk to more people online, but I just struggle to balance it all. If I've drifted away from you lately, it's not anything to do with you. Maybe I'll be able to get back out of my shell soon.

Twitter etc.

Twitter bothers me a lot. Actually, nearly all of the art sites bother me, but Twitter bothers me most. First of all, it's one of the greatest hotbeds of toxicity ever. Even outside of a strictly political sense (which needs no elaboration, but I must say makes me fear for the world's future), it still leads to all sorts of unwarranted harassment that isn't good for society. I'm looking at you, "Trixie is trans" folks. That drama, along with the Capitol stuff, is the straw that broke the camel's back for me. Secondly, it just isn't an art site. People use it because others use it and because it has porn. That's all. There's no organization on Twitter, and stuff just gets easily lost to time. And yet, some artists not only put up with Twitter, but can't get enough of it. They get caught up in trends that spam my feed. They get caught up by numbers. They use fleets, which is just the dumb corporate "stories" fad imported to Twitter, and doesn't even appear on desktop (which is both a blessing and a curse). Some call themselves "Twitter artists", letting it form their identity. But really, I can't blame these people, and if I described you, I don't mean to cause offense. The toxic hellhole of Twitter just shows no mercy in corrupting reasonable people. And the people who run Twitter love every single bit of it. Fuck Twitter.

I don't want to support Twitter, and I've been considering abandoning it, even if it means losing most of my following. I have a few artist friends who don't actively use Twitter and they live, though frankly they have less of a following, so there's less pressure there. However, the main reason I stick around is because so many artists only use Twitter, so that's where I can see their art. If I do leave it, an idea I've been considering is doing a raffle on all of my other sites. Not only would it encourage a few people to follow me on new sites, but maybe, just maybe it would encourage people to use sites other than Twitter. Still, I would need to either say goodbye to a lot of art or browse Twitter without actually using it (RSS? Keep the account to browse but not interact?).

It sucks though, because besides Twitter, where else is there? I've been getting more and more fed up with DeviantArt, my second most popular page, seemingly purposely killing their website. Tumblr is already dead, and if Pillowfort is supposed to be mimicking Tumblr, then it mimics Tumblr's inactivity best. I created a Newgrounds account recently and it actually seems pretty decent for art, but it too is dead. I've always been heavily active on Derpibooru, but that lacks the features of a full-fledged art site and has its own drama. As an aside, I actually joined staff there pretty recently. I understand that some people may not be happy with that site or its staff, and sometimes I'd agree with you, but it's been so incredibly valuable to me in exploring the pony fandom that I felt obligated to help it out, and I hope you can accept that. Anyways, Inkbunny looks like it'd be great if it weren't for all the... y'know. FurAffinity exists I guess. And Instagram is just Twitter but worse. I'll never touch it.

If you read everything up to here, or at least skimmed it thoroughly enough to understand, thank you.

#text #vent #not art #update

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misslisterkeepsajournal · 4 years ago

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1826 Tuesday 14 March

7 1/2 11 25/60

Went into the stable - Sent off my letter to 'Mrs. Betsy Harrison Mr. Fisher's, Petergate, York' - Went out at 8 3/4 to James Sykes for a few minutes - at 9 down the o.b. [old bank] to H-x [Halifax] 1/4 hour with Mr. Parker giving him directions for advertising Northgate house with or without the whole or part of six days work of land or ten if wanted (taking the 2 fields Thomas Greenwood has) - to be let from year to year or for a term of years - to be advertised twice in the Leeds Intelligencer and Leeds Mercury - then asked Mr. Parker to consider of the best means to recover the £66 odd from the commissioners of the Brighouse and Denholme Gate road - mentioned seizing the tolls - Mr. P- [Parker] thought the law would not bear us out in this - said it was my fathers proposing - bade him speak to my father on the subject -

Got home in 54 minutes Went down to Jackman preparing to begin wearing at the great bend in the brook at the bottom of the Dolt wood - Came in to breakfast at 10 50/60 - Mr. Carr came a little before 12 - He will take my price £160 per days work for the quantity of land we wanted yesterday - Mr. Samuel Washington to come over and stake out and measure for us as soon as possible - Staid perhaps 10 minutes with Mr. Carr, then talked it over with my aunt - she seems quite satisfied - Including this purchase and the ground at Northgate and the cottage building there, I do not think, if we borrow the money (about £1400) at 5 percent, it make a loss of income of more than £35 a year - came up stairs a little before one - Calculating what money we should probably receive and probably spend before the next rent day - the receipts ought to be about £300, the expenses will be about £2000 - I hope we can do with borrowing £1500 - If this be the case, I think we shall have about £950 a year - then wrote the above of today - all this has done me good -

On coming in from H-x [Halifax], found a letter from Mrs. Milne (Langton) - read it at the breakfast table my aunt saw that something was the matter and at last inquired - I merely mentioned from whom I had heard - and my aunt began innocently wishing I had no friends etc. etc. they never left me at rest, etc. etc. - I felt as if I could not say much, or think much on any subject - would write immediately even tho I felt it would be wisest to drop the matter here and write no more my heart misgave me I did not expect just such an answer and yet she was right the first page and two lines on the second were probably seen by Charlotte thanks for the regles d'ecarte 'of which I cant understand one word' etc. etc. 'I am full of astonishment at Mariana's hop'....Mrs. N- [Norcliffe] hopes she will make Langton in her way, etc. etc. then on the second page as follows

Langton March thirteenth strange and inconsistent but I have done never more shall letter of mine hurt your eye or wound your heart you have indeed with a ruthless hand snatched and destroyed the blossoms you yourself planted in my bosom but it is ever so with me it matters not however a few short moments of weal or woe and this scene must close on the wretched and on the happy I have it under your own hand otherwise no power could make me believe that my friendship and love could make such desolation forgive me the mischief was unintentional your happiness not your misery was my hope and prayer but I have done best best loved tho latest known farewell for ever

the copying this letter makes me feel a strange sinking at heart how pathetic brevity affects us I know her all her scrapes with others and have been taught she has no heart nor principle and yet my heart is sad and her lines affect me she is indeed a dangerous woman at this moment I could kneel to her yet have I before said to myself she is a bad one she would only make a fool of me or Pi [Mariana] has often told me so it must be true how could indifference turn to such love so soon I will take no notice of this letter the matter shall rest where it is let us see what she will do she will give me up now and give herself no more trouble about me she cannot in reality care much and by and by I shall forget her and all this will be the best for us both surely there is not much harm done yet yet I catch myself sighing deeply what means it I will quit the subject and my journal for the present -

Had just finished the above of today at 2 25/60 - then went down to my aunt for 1/2 hour - Told her I thought we should manage very well - that I had been calculated, and, at all rates, we should have, as I said, £900 a year, and should not borrow more than £2000 - Came upstairs and from 3 to 5 wrote 3 pages and the ends, and crossed the 1st page to Miss Mc.L- [Maclean] said I had written to MacDonald - hoped Miss Mc.L- [Maclean] would bring her down with her - Fearing she has had some unpleasant news from Mrs. Bury 'for me there is no peace between the prudence of some, and the fatal imprudence of others' observed in answer .....

'Be thankful for the extreme that is on the right side; and bless their sister's prudence, tho' it be sometimes clad in all the cautious coldness of reserve - Send your heart to me, my love and leave the rest to jog on with the world, as its own pace - yes! yes! we know each other by letter, at all events; and, thro' all these years, as all my pages that are kept can prove, my sentiments of esteem and admiration, and regard, have been, like everlasting, fresh at their latest as their earliest hour - Go where I may, Sibbella, a nameless charm will wrap you round my memory for ever - I have often mentally blessed our drive to Otley - our meeting at Esholt completely changed the style of my regard - I wish I had been present when you wrote this: - it was the moment, above all others, which I should have chosen for 'peeping into your heart' - I have often thought of, and wished I could scarce define what - that drive to Otley was indeed 'a delightful dream', too delightful to be dreamed of before it came'.......

Then from 5 to 5 10/60 wrote 2 1/2 pages to Miss Pickford thanking her for her inquiries after my aunt - she is worse - 'more enfeebled and worse than she was a 12 month ago' - ask if she can 'give us any hints for our journey on the Continent our place of settlement for the winter is still undetermined - Let us have your opinion as to climate comforts, etc.' - In my 1st page I had mentioned going to Buxton in July and August for 5 or 6 weeks, and 'Thence to the South of France, or some good climate for the winter' ask her as well as Miss Mc.L- [Maclean] 'By the way, do you think you can, by any convenient means, get us what might turn out a pleasant introduction to any one abroad' -

Dressed - dinner at 6 1/4 - Cold, rather hazy rawish morning - began to rain about 10 1/2 - a smartish shower and continued till between 12 and 1, when it gradually abated, and, from about 2, was fine for the rest of the day - Barometer 1/2 degree below changeable Fahrenheit 43° at 9 55/60 p.m. at which hour came up to bed E..O.. - Read from page 17 to 25 Quarterly review no. [number] 65 on the Reformation in England 'Mr. Todd (vide this no. [number] of the Quarterly review page 19) 'in his able preface to the republication of Cranmer's work on the Sacrament, has hunted Dr. Linyard thro' his many mistatements with severe and unrelenting vigilance' -

Reference: SH:7/ML/E/9/0070 - SH:7/ML/E/9/0071

#anne lister #anne lister code breaker #gentleman jack #1826 #mrs milne #harriet milne #sibella maclean #francis pickford

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jxpper · 6 years ago

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The Peraltiago Polaroid Project

I started this project [both photos and headcanon list] a while back, a few days before ‘Casecation’ came out. I wanted to do a project with my idea of what Jake and Amy’s family growing process would be. I’m happy to say that it’s finished and i’m sharing it!!

The reason behind this post is that I’ve got this idea in my head that Jake bought Amy a polaroid camera to use for scrapbooking and he gave it to her at their wedding and she constantly used it.

Because this post is a dash-clogger, I’m gonna put a break in the post. Clicking ‘read more’, you’ll get to see each individual photo as well as the headcanons to go with them!!

I hope you like it :)

Warning: You may get a cavity from the amount of tooth rotting fluff below.

So! I’ll start off with the headcanons so the entirety of the photos don’t spoil it.

A few months after their 1 year anniversary, Jake and Amy decided to officially try to have a baby. They both came to the decision that they were ready to start their family.

To Amy’s surprise, she found out she was pregnant around the end of October. Which worked out almost perfectly because that meant she could finally be the one to surprise Jake at the halloween heist.

It was difficult to hide for the week she knew as she had terrible morning sickness and Jake was an amazing detective who would probably realize it soon. Still, she managed to hide it pretty well.

Right as Jake thought he’d won the heist, she replaced the heist object with the positive pregnancy test.

Jake passed out when he read it, obviously.

The squad found out that night when Amy was crowned Heist Queen because she did actually have the heist object in her possession. Even though it was really early, they announced it at Shaw’s Bar during her coronation.

Once the news set in that she was actually pregnant, Amy was mega terrified and had anxiety about being a mother. Jake on the other hand, was so excited that he couldn’t wait. Which was surprising since for a while he wasn’t too convinced he wanted kids at first.

Eventually, he convinced her that they would do just fine. He reminded her that there was a bomb at their wedding and everything worked out even if it didn’t work the way she planned it. That gave her a lot of mental relief.

At the first ultrasound, Jake and Amy found out that they were having identical twins. Jake passed out, again. This time, they wanted to keep the twins part a surprise to the squad.

At the gender reveal party, that’s when Jake and Amy decided to tell the squad that it was twins. They went with a simple reveal, opening a box that had the balloons coordinated to the color of the gender… except, they rolled out two boxes instead.

This time, Charles passed out instead.

Both boxes revealed pink balloons. They were having twin girls. Several squad members lost the bet of the gender being boy since Amy has 7 brothers.

Terry and Jake started a club, much like the DDC, but for fathers of twins. Poor Charles, he was so jealous.

As much as Amy was excited, she hated being pregnant. She was sick all the time, constantly in pain or agitated. She was actually relieved to find out she was having twins since she wasn’t sure she wanted to go through pregnancy again. At least she’d get two beautiful babies from the pain.

Because they weren’t sure if they wanted to have more biological children, Amy and Jake became certified to be foster parents just in case they ever wanted to foster to adopt.

The squad pretty much had to cuff Amy to her desk since she was not happy about being on desk duty for her pregnancy. She wanted to be in the field, but it just wasn’t safe.

By month 8, Amy had her birth plan entirely detailed and ready to go. She wanted to do a natural, medicine free birth and she planned for every single minute of her labor.

Of course, it didn’t go right at all. Her water broke early, she had several complications and eventually had to have an emergency c-section. Even though it was a stressful situation, Jake handled it like a champ — thanks to Sharon’s experience.

Two beautiful girls arrived healthy and happy, but more importantly, safely. Maci Jane and Mackenzie Ruth. Jake picked their first names and Amy picked their middle names.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love the names, but why Maci and Mackenzie?” Amy asked. “Because it sounds similar to McClane! Die Hard!” Amy didn’t mind, she was feeling pure bliss.

Amy picked the middle names in homage to Jane Eyre and Ruth Bader Ginsberg… obviously.

Parenting turned out to be a lot harder than they expected, especially with twins. Balancing work and babies, it was stressful. But that was okay because Amy did good under pressure. Jake on the other hand? He drank more caffeine in the first month than he did in his entire career... including when Rosa dosed him caffeine.

After her maternity leave was over, Amy thought she was excited to return. Thought, being the key word. It was hard, she missed her babies. Eventually, Jake and Amy decided to sign them up for the precinct’s day-care program. That way, they could both see the twins whenever they wanted to.

Around the time Maci and Mackenzie turned 4, Jake and Amy decided they wanted to try to have one more baby.

It wasn’t happening as quickly as they’d hoped and they were getting kind of bummed.

Right when Amy and Jake decided not to get their hearts set on having another baby, something amazing happened.

The 99th precinct had become a part of the ‘Safe Surrender’ program, where new mothers could anonymously and safely surrender their newborn child which would then be placed with a foster family if they were in a place where they couldn’t raise a child.

A little newborn baby boy was surrendered to the precinct and Amy was assigned to watch the baby until family services showed up to figure out what to do.

Instantly, Amy bonded with the nameless little guy. She spent the entire day in the soft room with him, rocking him and feeding him. Because he didn’t have a name, she just called him ‘Buddy’

When family services showed up later that evening, Amy could barely let go of the little guy. In the spur of the moment, Amy and Jake offered to foster him… they were already certified.

“Are we gonsta ‘dopt him, daddy?” Mackenzie had been the first to ask the question when they walked in the door with a brand new baby that nobody was expecting. “You know, Sweet Pea. I think we’re gonna keep him around for a while. How does that sound?”

After a few weeks, Amy and Jake decided that ‘buddy’ needed a name. A real, official name. That’s when they chose ‘Charlie Raymond Peralta’, after Charles and Holt, respectively. They still called him Buddy, but now he had an actual name.

Charles passed out, again

Because Amy and Jake had ties with the judges and family services, as well as being with the baby from almost birth, they were able to rush the process of adoption. At 6 months old, Charlie officially became a Peralta.

Amy eventually became a captain [youngest in NYPD history] and Jake ranked up and decided to remain a Lieutenant for a while. He liked his work as a detective, but he wasn’t quite interested in being a captain.

Their children made them extremely proud, not just because of their accomplishments though.

Maci became an Assistant District Attorney, eventually becoming the District Attorney of Brooklyn

Mackenzie enlisted in the police academy and earned her way to the top. She eventually became the youngest Police Commissioner of the NYPD.

Charlie took a bit of a different career path and instead enlisted in the Navy. Even though he wasn’t biologically Amy’s child, he sure acted like it. His persistence and hard work ranked him up to an E-9 Master Chief

and Amy captured every moment of it with the little polaroid camera Jake gave to her on their wedding day.

#peraltiago #abigail draws #**#jake peralta #amy santiago #b99 #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #peraltiago baby #brooklyn nine nine headcanons #peraltiago headcanons #brooklyn nine nine fanart #peraltiago fanart #peraltiago fanfiction #b99 fanfiction #fanfic #headcanon

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a-dreamer-named-mars · 6 years ago

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Imagine Being Jamie's Long Lost Twin Sister

To Jamie Reagan it was just another Monday like any other where he'd be working a double shift. Both him and Eddie have been going the extra mile at work lately, they wanted to be able to afford a nice place of their own with their own money and maybe start to think about a family, or maybe just a gold fish to start with, they hadn't talked a lot about that part yet.

"Hey Reagan?" Jamie turned his attention to his superior officer of the twenty-ninth that stuck around after the sergeant finished roll call.

"Yeah?"

"Come to my office, please." The older man said as he started to walk away.

"Can't we talk here? I'm gonna be busy today."

"Trust me, it's for the best that we talk in private." Jamie was a little taken back by the sudden urgency in talking to him and the need for privacy but he took his word for it and in less than ten minutes they were reunited inside his superior's office, alone.

"What seems to be the problem?" Jamie asked while he sat down in the chair in front of the desk and straightened his tie.

"You know we're having a bunch of cops from the 99 transferred here today?"

"Yes, I was aware." Jamie's brows furrowed as he tried to think about what was the issue with that. They actually had new cops coming to the 29th all the time, considering not a lot of them stayed.

"Well, I was taking them in, read their files, had to run a DNA test for identity check."

"Yes?"

"Reagan..." The man hesitated before he continued. "One of the police officers, Officer (Y/N) Malone, seems to share the same exact DNA as you."

"What?" Jamie asked with a smirk, the laughter almost betraying his seriousness. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Jamie, it appears that she is your twin sister, if you were to have one."

"But I don't!" Jamie stood up from his chair, all the fun and amusement he found in this subject disappearing and being taken over for concern and the feeling of betrayal.

"Look, I know you. And I know your old man, I'm gonna have to give him a call. But before this whole issue is settled I'm gonna have to ask you to stay here in my office, stick to paper work for the time being."

Jamie was walking back and forth around the small cubicle with his hands on his hips, his breath hitching. "Does she even look like me at least?"

"You know looks don't mean a thing, Re-"

"Does she?"

"Yes."

Silence hung in the air before the older man got up from his seat and walked out of his office, closing the door behind him.

* * *

Jamie Reagan is typically the type of cop that does everything by the book and lives by the rules installed, but certainly not today. He didn't stay in the office for more than one hour and after inspecting every room in the precinct, he finally found who he was looking for.

"So?" He asked his superior when he walked inside a room that looked more like a closet room than an office, although it was perfectly put together to look as such with computers, printers, phones and files spread on top of the desk lazily.

"Reagan, I told you to stay in my office!" The older man dropped the phone on the desk and got up. Jamie noticed there were other people in the room too, other officers that came to help.

"Have you talked to the PC?" The youngest Reagan cut to the chase. He, more than anyone, wanted answers.

"Yes."

"And?"

"There's a chance she could be your identical twin sister, yes." The man spoke loud and clear, not giving the cop any chance to dodge this bullet. "I just got off the phone with him, he said he'd come here as soon as he can."

Jamie was loss for words, he did try to find some but nothing would come out of his mouth. He had a twin sister. What the actual hell?!

"What else did he say?"

"He said these were family issues and that he wanted them to say out of the NYPD. He mentioned something about never imagining that he'd find her?" The older man thought back to the conversation and thought about the best way to break the news to the sergeant of his precinct.

"So he knew?" Jamie asked in confirmation.

"From what I could gather, yes. But Reagan, you're gonna have to keep it together."

"Can I see her?"

"I don't think that's the best idea-"

"I'm gonna see her."

Jamie turned around in his heels and waltzed his way back to where the new cops were getting registered, not knowing what to think. The precinct wasn't that crowded and when he arrived at the room, there was only one female police officer sitting on the chair, her fingers fidgeting impatiently with the hem of the NYPD cap.

"Ma'am. Good morning, I'm Sergeant Reagan." Jamie said as he walked up to you and reached out his hand, waiting for you to shake it. You did so as soon as he made his presence noticeable and flashed him a smile.

To be fair, he did look a lot more shook and distracted than you - who, by the way, was about to lose your mind if no one came to tell you what the hell was going on.

"Hi. Officer Malone. Officer (Y/N) Malone." Jamie stood still in his tracks, staring at you and taking in every inch of your face, noticing some similarities. You both shared the same eye color and your hair was just a little lighter than his, but other than that... You were pretty much the same, including your nose.

"Happy to move in with us at the 29th?"

"Oh, yes! I really needed a change of scenery. Plus, this house is way closer to my kid's kindergarten so, makes it easier on me."

The wheels in Jamie's head started turning.

"You have kids?"

"Yes." You replied with a warm smile. "Twins. A boy and girl, they just turned three."

Jamie felt his heart beat faster - this was too much for him.

"Why are you waiting outside?" Jamie asked you, trying to see if you knew anything about what was going on.

"Oh, I don't know, really. I think there must be some problem with my transfer application or something. I'm supposed to wait until someone comes back with more information."

Jamie knew what he was about to do was wrong and he knew he was probably gonna hear it from his father until he took his last breath, but his sister was standing in front of him and he was not about to let this opportunity pass.

"You're my twin sister. How's this information?"

You let go of his hand and studied his face from a distance, not wanting to take a step closer to a complete stranger who blurted out he was not only related to you, he was your twin brother.

"I'm sorry, what?"

Jamie started talking, trying to explain all he knew so far, which, let's face it, wasn't that much but you interrupted him.

"I was adopted."

"What?" Jamie too was speechless after hearing you out.

Not too long after, and with a glare that you swore could kill, Frank Reagan - the Police Commissioner - walked in the room, alone, his hands stuffed inside his beige rain coat's long pockets and faked a smile.

And it didn't take long before he opened his mouth and the truth rolled out of his tongue, explaining everything that needed explaining.

You were in fact the PC's daughter and Jamie's twin sister. Apparently back in the day when your birth mother, who you came to find out was already dead, was in labor it was a tricky time. Your father was still working as a beat cop and he had some people coming after him for revenge. Turns out all they did was take you and dump you at a fire station, where a nice firefighter held you and took you to the nearest hospital. Frank tried everything he could to find you and used all his resources but he never found anything about your whereabouts, nor told anyone in the family about this.

It was a lot to take in, you and your sibling were shook to the core, speechless and not quite believing that you both went to work today as if it was a normal day, only to realize you had a twin and to meet each other in these circumstances.

* * *

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Kiss It Better

TItle: Kiss It Better Author: millenniumrobin AO3 story link

Summary: Dick Grayson is rotting in prison. Sitting in his cell for more than a year, there's only one person he'll give a jailhouse interview to about the night that changed his life, and the lives of those around him, forever.

Batfam Week Day 1: Vacation or Separation

“Grayson.” The sound of his name stabbed Dick’s ears like a knife. He didn’t want to open his eyes. Not yet. Not now. Maybe everything from the past year had been one long, insane nightmare and if he just kept his eyes closed, just this once, he’d actually wake up and it would all be over.

“Hey. Grayson. Wake up. If she finds you sleeping when she gets here, she’s not going to be happy.” Harsh white light pierced his vision as Dick cracked his eyelids open. He found himself looking up at the bottom of a bunk bed, flat steel bars staring back at him like a cell door. Dick could feel those same bars pressing into his back through a too-thin mattress as he pushed himself to sitting. Brushing a calloused hand over his face, Dick felt rough stubble that had sprouted.

He thought about shaving. But what was the point, really?

That same hand moved upward, running through ragged hair now long enough to be pulled back into a ponytail. It had been weeks since he had bothered to look into the small mirror that occupied a fraction of the far wall. He knew what he would find looking back at him: the shell of a man who was once one of the most feared crime fighters in Gotham, and one of the most beloved heroes in the world.

“What’s she gonna do, Jack?” Dick finally answered the voice that had forced him to rise. “Kill me?” His hollow chuckle wasn’t met in turn. The only other man in the room didn’t move from his spot. Wearing a faded orange jumpsuit and sitting on a makeshift stool by the bars that marked the front of their existence, he kept his eyes down the hallway.

“Don’t joke, Dick. She probably would. Especially today. She wants you to smile all pretty for the cameras and doesn’t want you to ruin her big scoop.”

“Born in a circus, die in a circus.” The old Dick Grayson would have been shocked by his statement and the coldness with which it was delivered. But not now. Not after the past year. “She’s an old friend, Jack. Which is why I’m talking to her, and only her.”

Dick had only gotten a few visitors once he’d been incarcerated. Alfred had visited a few times, but then he had Bruce to deal with. Tim couldn’t bring himself to come say hello. Jason sent an audio tape of him slow clapping for three minutes. That had been nice to listen to for a few hours, and then Dick had thrown it away.

Bruce hadn’t said a word to him since everything happened, but then again, he had his own problems to worry about now. Dick didn’t know all the specifics, news was sketchy on this side of bars and concrete and steel, but every new prisoner who came in and recognized him loved to extoll the issues the great Bruce Wayne, the Batman, was now facing at the hands of the law.

Then there were the Gordons. Dick hadn’t heard from the Commissioner at all. In fact, the last thing he’d seen from Barbara’s father were eyes full of pain, sadness, and anger. As for Barbara… well, Dick had no idea what she thought about what he’d done. But maybe he’d be able to ask her soon. Maybe…

“Can I ask you something?” The question pulled Dick from his thoughts yet again. Worry was creased all over his cellmate’s face as he continued looking out over common area. Dick sighed loudly as he sat back on his bunk, fingers rubbing absentmindedly as they always did over his most prized possession, a strip of photo paper.

“You’re going to be fine, Jack. You worry too much.” His cellmate was Jack Reynald, a former high-rolling investment banker who had Ponzi-schemed his way to hundreds of millions and left a few thousand people very, very angry with him. They were together because Jack was the only inmate who didn’t want to kill him. Dick also wondered if the reverse was true.

“No, no, it’s not that.” The man swallowed hard and looked back over at Dick. “I was never a good guy. Even early on in my career, I found little ways of skimming some off the top here and there. But you… you weren’t just good, you were one of the best.” Jack sighed as he sat back against the wall, the back of his balding head pressing against the rough concrete block. “If even the great Dick Grayson, the great Nightwing, could fall, what hope is there for the rest of us?”

Hearing his old alias struck Dick like a shock from a guard’s stun baton. It had been a while since it had been uttered, at least without an extreme amount of venom behind it. The other inmates had tossed it around a lot when he’d first arrived, mostly to taunt and deride, but even that had died off after a while. Dick felt the edge of the photo paper bury into a familiar crease along his thumb and sighed.

“Did I ever tell you why I did it, Jack?” Dick paused. “Why I killed him?” The Commissioner’s eyes flashed through his mind again, but he brushed the feeling away. Jack’s eyes were wide, and he shook his head slowly.

Dick smiled slowly and allowed his eyes to become unfocused. The cool grey concrete began to remind him of where it all happened over a year ago. Where this nightmare began. “It was the happiest night of my life...”

*****

“Grayson!” His shouted name danced after him in the mid-winter air, bouncing around the snowflakes and twisting on the breeze. Bright lights swirled all around him, the Gotham night a snow globe of wonder and sparkle. It was, for all its faults and dark underbellies, why Dick Grayson loved this city.

“Grayson, slow down!” But the real reason he loved this city came bounding after him in the sidewalk slush, red hair trailing behind her like a wispy cloud caught in the setting summer sun. Her voice was full of laughter and annoyance, her cheeks nearly as red as her hair with a smile plastered to her face.

“You haven’t been able to keep up with me all night, Babs. Why would I slow down now?” A swift punch to the arm was the only reply he got. He rubbed it playfully and half-grimaced. “Ow.”

“Oh, that didn’t hurt.” Laughter filled her voice again as she held an oversized teddy bear in a Superman t-shirt. It was the prize he had won her through his exploits that evening. “You want me to kiss it to make it feel better?”

“Works for me.” A mischievous smirk crossed his own face as he wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her close. Whatever the temperature was outside didn’t matter, because when their lips met, there was only fire between them. It was a long few seconds before Dick realized they were squishing the newly won bear between them.

“All better?” There was a teasing glint in Barbara’s green eyes, and Dick responded in kind.

“I don’t know… it still hurts. I think more kisses are in order to make me really feel better.” And so they did again. And again. And again. It was a perfect evening of laughter, innuendo, and physical affection. A tavern with the bear propped up on the bar while they got a drink, a photo booth where more kisses and funny faces were shared, and endless sidewalks where they held each other close.

It was the perfect night, and Dick knew that it was finally time for that little circle of metal, hiding in his pocket for weeks waiting for a moment like this, to appear. They sat on a bench overlooking the park in the middle of Gotham, the city lights twinkling around the light snow that continued to fall.

“I love you, Barbara Gordon.” The words came easy to him, uttered countless times before. But there was something different to them this time, a finality that came with them. He knew what he wanted in life, and it was sitting right here on this bench with him. She offered back that easy smile of hers, planting a kiss playfully on his cheek.

“I love you too, Dick Grayson.” This was it. This was the moment he had waited for, planned for, hoped for since he had first laid eyes on her in grade school.

Dick began to slide off the bench, one knee dropping toward the slush-caked sidewalk. But as he turned his body to face Barbara, movement in his periphery caught his eye. Mirroring his motion, the figure moved closer, turning to face the two of them.

Time slowed to a grind. It was the years of training and adrenaline that allowed him to see everything clearly, but Dick remained frozen to the ground like the icicles around them. Why now? Why tonight? Why at this moment must the scourge of Gotham once again rear its ugly head?

And then he saw the gun. Highlighted, glimmering in the light from so many concrete and steel towers, the barrel a hole as black as anything he’d ever seen before. This was no robbery, something in his gut told him that. It was death.

A leather-gloved finger tightened on the trigger, and Dick saw the flash of the muzzle. He didn’t hear the shot. Everything had gone silent. A force stronger than anything he’d ever felt, and he’d been thrown into a wall by Bane before, slammed him back against the ground, away from the perpetrator.

He looked down to see where he had been shot. There was no blood, no gaping wound. The only red he saw was Barbara’s hair in front of him, splayed out on the ground.

If he screamed her name, he didn’t hear it. The gunman was already retreating away from them as Dick scrambled to scoop Barbara into his arms, pressing his fingers to her throat, feeling for a pulse. There was one, but it was weak, like a feather bouncing along on a breeze.

And then in an instant, that deafening silence was shattered by the sound of laughter. Low at first, then growing higher and higher to a frenzied shriek. Even if Dick hadn’t caught a glimpse of his face from the light of a street lamp, he would have known that laugh anywhere. It had haunted his dreams as a child, and Dick knew it would now haunt him for the rest of his life.

“Dick…” His name, barely heard in a breathy whisper, drew him back to the sidewalk. Barbara’s green eyes were staring past him, snowflakes she made no move to brush away gently nestling on her face. Her red hair spilled over his arm, the ends draping onto the sidewalk where it mixed with her blood.

Dick reached down, pulling off one of her mittens to take her hand in his. Even though he hadn’t been wearing gloves, her skin was still colder than his. Tears streaking down his cheeks, Dick cradled Barbara in his arms as he leaned down and kissed her face softly. “Everything is going to be alright Babs. I promise. Everything will be alright.” But it wasn’t going to be alright. He knew that, and so did she.

“It’s not your fault, Dick. You didn’t know…” she trailed off again, coughing. He kissed her face again, willing his lips to bring warmth back to her body. “Kiss it better, Dick? Please?”

Onlookers were racing around now, some with their cell phones to their ears, other taking video. The bright twinkling of city lights was starting to be replaced with red and blue flashing ones. But even with the cacophony of noise around him, Dick could only hear the whispered words of the bleeding love of his life.

“Stay with me, Dick… stay with me until I fall asleep.”

“Barbara, no. Stay awake. Stay here. I’m right here.”

“Stay with me until I fall asleep. Stay with me…” The faint steam that had been rising from Barbara’s lips froze, and her eyes began to shut. All noise and chaos around Dick seemed to stop. He knew his mouth was open, knew he was screaming something because his throat was burning and raw, but no sound reached his ears. He didn’t know how long he sat there screaming, begging for her to come back to him. It wasn’t until two police officers began dragging him away that he was lifted off the sidewalk, left only with the image of Barbara Gordon lying dead on the sidewalk, an oversized teddy bear in a Superman t-shirt still sitting on the bench behind her.

*****

“Grayson, you have a visitor.” A burly prison guard stood by the cell door, layer upon layer of muscle stretching his uniform. Like most of the other guards here, he treated Dick relatively well because the former vigilante was polite. And because, secretly, they appreciated what he had done on the outside and didn’t like how he’d been treated since the murder.

“Thanks Charles. Send her in.”

“You’ve got an hour. The Warden won’t tolerate lateness today.” Dick offered him a slight nod.

“I’ll see you then, Charles.” Jack moved from his perch by the door as a slender woman with ebony hair moved into the cell. She wore a crisp pantsuit and held a small notebook between her fingers. When she looked at him, surprise and then a hint of pity fluttered through her purple eyes.

“Grayson,” she said, pulling over the extra chair that had been set out for her. “You look terrible.”

That got him to laugh. Probably his first real laugh in the past year. She wasn’t wrong, of course. She never was.

“Why thank you, Lois. It’s good to see you too.” Lois Lane, pride of the Daily Planet, multiple Pulitzer Prize winning journalist, and probably one of the smartest women left on the planet smiled up at him as he settled back to his spot on his bunk.

“How are they treating you here?” Dick chuckled to himself. The food was lousy, he got a single hour outside his cell a day, and he lived under constant threat of being shanked. He shrugged.

“The guards are fine. The Warden wants to impress the Commissioner, so he comes down hard on me. But I’m still alive, so that counts for something.” Lois offered him a thin smile and reached into the purse she had brought with her. When her hand emerged, it held a small recording device. She looked pointedly at him, raising an eyebrow. Dick nodded in agreement. Though he knew Lois would never misquote him, intentionally or not, he knew the recording wasn’t for the story. It was for the people on the outside to hear his voice one last time.

“I was surprised when you agreed to my request for an interview, Dick. You’d shot me down the last ten times I’d asked.” Dick could only offer a half-hearted shrug and a sheepish smile that was nowhere in the realm of the one he used to flash all the time. “The Commissioner was kind enough to give me an hour, so I don’t want waste any time. I reviewed the case file and your statement from the night of Barbara’s murder, so I won’t ask you about that. What’s less clear to me is what followed. Can you tell me what happened after you arrived at the police headquarters?”

Dick’s mind flashed back to that night again. Police headquarters, Commissioner Gordon… the Joker. Yes, it was that night where he had started down this path, towards this inevitable conclusion.

“After the EMTs got there, two officers who recognized me took me back to HQ…”

*****

Dick Grayson had never known before what it was like to be alone in a crowded room. Sure, there had been times when he had just been lost in his thoughts before, but not like this. No spacing off at a Gotham Academy dance or Wayne Foundation gala could compare to how alone he felt right now. The headquarters was in a panic. Commissioner Gordon’s daughter had just been gunned down by the Joker. But as officers and detectives raced past him, Dick could do nothing but stare at his hands.

Her blood was dry now. No longer bright crimson, his hands were now caked with a dark burgundy, split by thin white lines where his clenched fists had broken it up. He wasn’t sure what felt heavier: his heart, or the engagement ring he’d never get to use that still sat in his pocket.

“Grayson!” Dick jerked his head up, seeing the rotund form of Harvey Bullock standing over him. Even as lost inside his own head as he was, Dick was shocked he hadn’t smelled the detective first. The large man still chomped on a toothpick as he thrust his thumb back over his shoulder. “The Commissioner wants to see you.”

He forced his legs to work. He had to. Every step he took toward the door with the gold lettering on it, the one he was so familiar at sneaking into through the window, seemed to take an eternity. But with each step rage also bubbled up within him. Rage at himself for not stopping the Joker. Rage at Barbara for pushing him out of the way. Rage at Bruce for allowing the Joker to live as long as he had.

But all that anger melted away as he opened the door and saw Commissioner Jim Gordon sitting behind his desk, a picture frame held in shaking hands. Dick knew which one it was. He had seen it dozens of times before. It showed the Commissioner, then a Captain, and Barbara no more than nine. They were sitting on a park bench, very close to where she had been murdered tonight. It was from their first weekend in Gotham City, when Barbara had wanted more than anything to go back to Chicago. Her father had taken her to get ice cream, to a carnival, and gotten her a balloon. That solitary blue balloon hung in the background behind the two of them, a father and daughter smiling and laughing together in a picture taken by a passing tourist. It was the moment the Commissioner had convinced Barbara to stay. Dick wondered if he hadn’t done such a good job, if his daughter would still be alive tonight.

When Jim looked up at him, his eyes were redder than Dick had ever seen them. Redder than when his wife left him. Redder than after any other night of the countless horrors Gotham had to offer. His hair, for years having kept its original auburn color with only a hint of distinguishing gray at the temples, was now almost completely white. In a matter of hours, the Gotham City Police Commissioner had aged decades. Dick felt as if his heart had gone through the same transformation process.

“Jim… Commissioner… I’m so sorry. I didn’t see him. I couldn’t stop him. And she pushed me out of the way and… I couldn’t save her sir. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I tried. I tried to save her but I couldn’t. I wanted to, sir. If I could be dead and she could be standing here sir I would do it in a heartbeat.” Dick was rambling and the tears started to flow. He couldn’t help himself. Words, barely coherent, continued in a steady stream from his lips. He wanted his words to take away the Commissioner’s hurt, to bring his daughter back, to make this whole night a very bad nightmare.

And then two arms pulled him into a hug. Dick hadn’t even noticed Jim getting up from his desk. The two men embraced, their bodies shaking, sobs wracking them both as they used each other for support. And then the words started to flow again. Dick recounting every single detail of that night. Every place they had been, the times they had been there, what they had done. He told him about the ring. He needed to get everything out before he forgot a single moment. Even, as painful as it was, the Joker killing Barbara.

By the end of it, they were sitting in chairs facing each other. The Commissioner hadn’t spoken since he had started, but Dick knew that he had heard and absorbed everything. When the words finally exhausted themselves, they both sat in silence for a few minutes, only the sounds of sirens throughout the city breaking the tranquility.

“How are you doing, son?” The question caught Dick off guard. But in an instant, he knew the answer. The rage was back. The pain and sadness had gotten their turn. Now he was filled again with pure, unadulterated rage.

“I’ll be fine.” The words were clipped. Dick knew what he wanted to do. No, not just what he wanted to do. What he had to do. “Give me a task force, Commissioner. Give me a squad, anything. The Joker won’t see the morning.”

The Commissioner physically recoiled in his chair. He studied Dick for a long moment before getting up and walking toward the window. “That’s not how we do things, son. And that’s not how he raised you to do things.”

“The hell with how he does things!” Dick was on his feet now, voice rising to meet his stature. “How he does things got Barbara killed. That monster should have been dead after he killed Jason. Now he’s taken your daughter.” Dick paused, staring at the Commissioner’s stoic back. “I’m not going to let him kill anyone else.” Turning on his heel, Dick made for the door.

“Sit. Down.” The words stopped him in his tracks. When he turned, Dick saw Batman looming in a dark corner. There was no open window. The Big Black Bat must have been standing in the room the entire time, but Dick had just been too distracted to notice. The Commissioner looked over at Bruce Wayne and nodded solemnly.

“That’s not how we do things, son. Not even when it’s Barbara he killed. Especially then.” Dick opened his mouth to protest when there was a frantic knock on the Commissioner’s door and it swung open, an out-of-breath officer bursting through.

“Commissioner, we got him!”

“Who?”

“The Joker. He just walked in the front door and turned himself in.” The officer struggled to catch his breath. “He says he wants to confess, sir. He says he wants to confess for the murder of Barbara Gordon.”

*****

“I should have known something was up. I should have known the game he was playing. But like Batman standing in the Commissioner’s office, I was too blind to see it. I was too distracted to see the big picture. That’s what…” He sighed, rubbing his fingers over the strip of paper again. “That’s what she was always so good at.”

Lois nodded slowly, looking down briefly at her recorder and her watch. She had barely asked him any questions, just let him talk. Dick appreciated that. It was the first time he was able to tell his story, he feelings. Maybe it would help the others still on the outside. Maybe people would see he wasn’t the monster the District Attorney and the Commissioner painted him to be.

“What happened after that night? Before his trial a month later.”

“The Joker confessed to the murder but plead not guilty in court. Said he wanted his day in court. We should have seen it, all should have seen what was coming. Any trial of his would be a circus, and it was. How many news outlets were there? Fifty? Seventy? All with their cameras and their shouted questions at Bruce. At the Commissioner. At me. People were starting to dig, and that’s what he wanted. He wanted the groundwork there so when he took the stand, the pieces would fall into place.”

Dick looked down at his hands again, at that strip of paper held so tightly in one of them. “I should have seen it. But I didn’t. Nobody did. I don’t think anybody could have seen what was coming but Barbara.”

*****

“The defense calls John Doe, alias The Joker, to the stand.” Dick didn’t look up to the court spectacle in front of him. He knew what he would see. It was the same thing he had seen every day at this trial. The Joker, green hair mussed, clad in an orange jumpsuit that was too big for him, arms and legs shackled and a platoon of guards surrounding him.

He also didn’t have to turn around to see what was behind him. He could practically feel the eyes of dozens of journalists and the lenses of their cameras pointed squarely at his back. At Bruce’s back. At the Commissioner’s back. The three of them were sitting directly behind the prosecutor’s table. It was as close as they could be to the action without being in the action.

The Joker sat in the witness box with that same sick smile plastered across his face. This was all a joke to him, a theater of the absurd. And now he was center stage.

“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?” The Joker cocked an eyebrow at the bailiff.

“Not sure what the big guy has to do with this, but for the first time in my life, yes, I do.” The Joker sat as his defense council, some young public defender barely out of law school, walked toward him.

“Only one question, your honor. Mr. Doe, are you insane?” The Joker broke out into a low laugh at his attorney’s question.

“Some would like to think I’m not because then they wouldn’t have to try and rehabilitate me. Others think I am because it makes it easier for them to process my actions. But in my world, I’m the sanest one there is.” The leering voice, the upward curve at the corner of his mouth made Dick’s stomach turn. He clenched his fists between his knees.

The Joker’s attorney sat back down as the D.A. rose to his feet. “Mr. Doe, had you taken leave of your senses the night you shot and killed Barbara Gordon?” Another laugh followed.

“No, Mr. District Attorney. I knew very much what was going on that night. Two lovebirds in the Gotham winter air. It made me sick.” The Joker looked over at Dick, locking eyes with him. That old familiar rage came back again, and he struggled to suppress it.

“So you followed Mr. Grayson and Ms. Gordon with the intention of killing her, is that correct?”

A harsher braying laugh followed. “No, Mr. District Attorney, I didn’t mean to kill Barbara Gordon. I was aiming for her partner.” Dick’s back snapped to attention, rage swelling in his chest. He heard the click-click-click of a dozen camera shutters behind him, but he didn’t care at the moment. The fog of the past month was lifting, the madman’s plan crystalizing in his mind like the memories of that night.

The District Attorney turned and looked at him. “You were in the park that night to kill Mr. Grayson? Why?” The Joker’s smile grew, malice filling his eyes and words.

“Because I wanted to hurt someone very close to him. I wanted to hurt someone very close to me.” Dick felt Bruce stiffen beside him but did not look over. A glint of light off of metal caught his eye. Ahead of him, just over the bar separating the gallery from the tables and judge’s bench, stood a guard. And his holstered gun was calling to Dick.

“You see, the last time I tried to get the attention of Mr. Grayson’s friend, I didn’t get the reaction I was hoping for. I thought by going for the original, I might finally get the attention I wanted.” Something snapped inside of Dick. Whatever had been holding back the rage, the recklessness, was gone.

His hands gripped the bar as he vaulted over it. Fingers brushed the edge of his suit pants. Bruce’s. He knew they were Bruce’s. He would have been the only one fast enough to even lay a hand on him. But his mentor wasn’t fast enough. Neither was the officer, who only managed a shout of surprise as Dick grabbed the pistol and ripped it from its holster.

The commotion in the courtroom was only white noise to him now. The camera shutters, the shouts and screams, all of it was just background noise. There was only one sound he was focused on: the Joker’s laughter. It was getting higher and faster again, just like it had that night. His only goal was to make it stop forever.

His hands raised the gun, one palm pressing against the cold metal, the other wrapping around his knuckles. The District Attorney dove out of the way and at the periphery of his vision jurors scrambled for cover. They didn’t need to move. He wasn’t going to hit them anyway.

Striding toward the jumpsuit-clad monster, Dick’s finger tightened on the trigger. He saw the muzzle flash, the barrel jump back towards him, the shell casing fly off to the side. The harsh laughter ringing in his ears hitched, a cough replacing it. A bright red spot began to appear in the middle of that orange jumpsuit. But the laugh returned, wetter and wheezier than before, but still there. Dick’s finger tightened again, again, again. His finger continued squeezing until the click-click-click he heard wasn’t from the cameras but from the pistol in his hands. The laughter was just a ragged breath now as Joker’s eyes rolled back into his head.

Then he was on the floor, four police officers on top of him, wrenching the gun from his hands and yanking his arms behind his back. The cold metal of the gun was replaced with that of handcuffs. As the officers yanked him back to his feet, he caught one last glimpse of the Joker, dead on the witness stand. That sick smile was still plastered across his face.

As he was dragged out of the courtroom, Dick turned one last time to see Bruce and the Commissioner, side by side, still standing behind the railing. The cameras and reporters were already starting to descend upon them. Neither of them seemed to notice though. The last thing Dick saw as he was hauled out the door were the Commissioner’s eyes. He hadn’t been expecting the emotions he saw in them. Not relief or gratitude. Just anger. Pain. And sadness.

The door slammed shut behind him.

*****

Lois nodded slowly as he finished, writing a quick note down on the pad in front of her. “You didn’t know about the tape.”

“No.” Dick shook his head. None of them had. The tape, which went live an hour after the Joker’s death, had been recorded the night he killed Barbara. It laid out, in exacting detail, Batman’s identity. Nightwing’s identity. And, as the Joker on the tape had realized, who Batgirl was as well.

That had been the end of Jim’s career. He had been fired the next morning, his gun and badge stripped, as he was placed under investigation for aiding and abetting vigilantes. The stock of Wayne Enterprises had plummeted as companies declined to do business with Bruce Wayne. No formal charges had been found, they couldn’t prove he was Batman. And they hadn’t found the Batcave. But the Batman hadn’t been seen in the Gotham night sky for over a year.

That tape had been the Joker’s final revenge on all of them. He had laid the trap, and they had all been too blinded by grief to realize they were walking straight into it.

“Do you regret doing it?” Dick looked at her for a long moment and smiled.

“No. I wish everything had gone down differently, but no, I don’t regret it. I think there’s someone in your life who, if he was really honest with himself, would do the same if anything ever happened to you.” That elicited a small smile from Lois. She checked her watch again and looked up at him.

“Is there anything else you want to say? Off the record, but on recording for those closest to you?” Dick leaned back against the wall. There had been so many letters that he had started and torn up. He knew that no number of apologies could make up for what he’d done, but he also figured the Joker was going to expose them at the trial anyway. At least he wasn’t alive to escape and hurt others.

He shook his head slowly.

Lois’ lips pressed together as Charles came back, knocking the cell bars with his nightstick. “Time to go, Grayson.” Dick nodded and took a deep breath, standing and facing Lois again.

“One for the road?” There were tears welling in her eyes, but she didn’t allow them to fall. When he opened his arms, she threw hers around his neck, planting a quick kiss on his cheek.

“They’re going to be there,” she whispered in his ear. “Bruce and Jim. Clark too. They promised me they’d be there.” Dick broke the embrace and offered her a smile of thanks.

“Take care of yourself, Lois.” He felt the much firmer grasp of Charles as he let himself be led out of the cell.

“You too, kid. Good luck.” Dick smiled.

“I won’t need luck. I’ve got my girl waiting for me.”

As Charles led him down the hallways of the prison, past a sign that said “Execution Chamber”, Dick rubbed his fingers over that strip of paper again. The pictures on that strip were worn from age and being held for so long, but the images were still clear enough. And from that strip, as she had every night, Barbara Gordon smiled back at him, laughing as he held her close or kissed her cheek. Soon he wouldn’t have to just stare at a picture. He knew that in just a few minutes, he would get to see her again.

The smile on his face grew as he was led through the door and into a blinding white light.

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Giannis' incredible journey from rags to riches

Newly-crowned NBA Finals MVP Giannis Antetokounmpo hopes his triumph can inspire people all over the world to keep chasing their dreams regardless of the adversity they face in their daily lives.Drafted 15th by the Milwaukee Bucks in 2013 as an unknown prospect who was literally sitting in the crowd on draft night, before having his name read out by then-NBA Commissioner David Stern, Antetokounmpo has slowly but surely ascended to the mountain top over the last eight seasons.MORE: Giannis leads Milwaukee Bucks to historic NBA crownIt seems inconceivable now that money would have ever been a problem for a player who recently inked a five-year, $312.5 million deal to remain with the Bucks, but such riches was not something Antetokounmpo could've even dreamt about less than a decade ago.Antetokounmpo's parents emigrated to Greece from Nigeria in the early 1990s and were faced with an immediate day-to-day struggle to survive and to feed their children.

MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN - JULY 20: Giannis Antetokounmpo #34 of the Milwaukee Bucks celebrates defeating the Phoenix Suns in Game Six to win the 2021 NBA Finals at Fiserv Forum on July 20, 2021 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. NOTE TO USER: User expressly acknowledges and agrees that, by downloading and or using this photograph, User is consenting to the terms and conditions of the Getty Images License Agreement. (Photo by Jonathan Daniel/Getty Images) (Getty)Giannis, along with his older brother Thanasis, who is also on the Bucks roster, helped their parents sell watches, glasses, CDs and DVDs on the streets of Sepolia, a neighbourhood in Athens, in order for the family to survive until the year before he was drafted.Even after being drafted by the Bucks, the now 26-year-old forward constantly sent money back home to his family.In his rookie season, Antetokounmpo took a taxi to a nearby Western Union in Milwaukee to send money home, only to realise he had no cash for a cab fare back to the Bucks' arena.Just a teenager at the time, he began running towards the arena before he was given a lift by fans who had recognised him as "the Bucks rookie".Antetokounmpo is now a sure-fire hall of famer and will go down as one of the greatest to ever grace an NBA court when he retires, but that's not why he says he took up the sport."I started playing basketball just to help my family, to try and get them out of the struggle and the challenges we were facing when we were kids," he said as he cradled the Larry O'Brien trophy in his left arm and the Finals MVP trophy in his right."Eight and a half years ago before I came into the league I didn't know where my next meal would come from."My mum was selling stuff in the street and now I'm here sitting at the top of the top. I'm extremely blessed. I can never get tired."If I never get the chance to sit at this table ever again, I'm fine with it. I hope this can give everybody around the world hope and allow them to believe in their dreams."As the clock hit zero at Fiserv Forum to officially give Milwaukee its first NBA title since 1971, Antetokounmpo immediately sought partner Mariah and mother Veronica in the crowd before sinking to a courtside seat and breaking down in tears.

Giannis Antetokounmpo sunk to a courtside seat to take the moment in as chaos erupted all around him (Getty)When asked what brought on the tears, Antetokounmpo paid tribute to his late father Charles, who died in 2017 aged 54, as well as his partner, mother and brothers."Just the whole journey in order for me to be in this position, how much my parents sacrificed. I saw that every day in my life," he said, fighting back tears at the podium."This is for my mum, she worked extremely hard every day for me to be in this position and she never pressured me to do other things. This is for my dad, he's watching from above and he can see."This is for my significant other, every day she helps me be a better person. She lets me do what I'm supposed to do and she takes care of my son and my next son."And it's for my brothers, because I can be stubborn sometimes. I can disconnect myself from the world because I want this so bad. People helped me to be in this position, I didn't do this by myself."While he has become affably known as the 'Greek Freak', Antetokounmpo has not forgotten his Nigerian roots, and said he hopes his triumph can spur children from both Europe and Africa onto bigger and better things."Obviously I represent both my countries, Nigeria and Greece," he said."A lot of kids from there, not just for Nigeria, for the whole of Africa and the whole of Europe, I know that I am a role model."This should make every person, every kid and anybody around the world believe in their dreams."No matter what you feel, when you feel down, when things don't look like it's going to happen for you or you might not make it in your career, just believe in what you're doing, keep working. Don't let nobody tell you what you cannot be or what you cannot do."I hope I give people around the world, people from Africa and people from Europe, that it can be done."

Antetokounmpo added two of the few trophies that were missing from his crowded mantlepiece (Getty)After claiming the Finals MVP for stupendous series averages of 35.2 points, 13.2 rebounds and five assists, Antetokounmpo became one of just nine players to have won multiple regular season MVPs and a Finals MVP, joining all-timers Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Michael Jordan, Wilt Chamberlain, LeBron James, Larry Bird, Magic Johnson, Moses Malone and Tim Duncan.While all those players came in as highly touted prospects from day one, Antetokounmpo was forced to earn his spot, a factor he says helped him deliver his 50-point, 14-rebound, five-block masterpiece to close out the Suns in game six."It's been a long journey, I've done it all," he said."I did anything I could just to be on the court, just to be in this position. I've not played, I've come off the bench, when I was 18 I started on the team, I've went to the front office and told them to send me to the G-League, I've played point guard, my fourth year I was able to lead as a ballhandler and that's what I had to do tonight."I had to do a little bit of everything, I had to defend, I had to rebound, I had to block out.

Giannis delivered a masterpiece in Game 6, finishing with 50 points, 14 rebounds and five blocks in the win (Getty)"I never thought I'm gonna be 26-years-old with my team and playing in the NBA Finals. I was happy being a part of it, not even winning, just being a part of this journey, but I never thought I would be 26 and I would be sitting here . We've come a long way."The win was momentous for Milwaukee, a rare small-market success story in the NBA, who seemed resigned to seeing Antetokounmpo walk out the door just 12 months ago as a free agent when the Bucks were unceremoniously dumped out of the post-season by Miami.Despite countless teams freeing up cap space years in advance for his services, Antetokounmpo turned his back on rivals to re-commit to the Bucks and to the city he now calls his and the rest is history."I couldn't leave, there was a job that had to be finished," he said."I felt that the bubble did not pay us justice. Give credit to the Miami Heat, they played great, but it did not pay us justice. Everybody was feeling homesick, we are a family-orientated team and we wanted to see our families."Coming back, I was like, 'This is my city'. They trust in me, the believe in me, even when we were losing series they were still on our side. I wanted to get the job done, but that's my stubborn side."It's easy to go somewhere and to win a championship with somebody else, it's easy. I don't want to put anybody on the spot, but I could go to a super team and just do my part and win a championship. But this is the hard way to do it and we did it."At 26, Antetokounmpo has now won a title before both James and Jordan did.His incredible resume now reads as follows: NBA champion, NBA Finals MVP, 2x NBA MVP, 5x NBA All-Star, NBA All-Star Game MVP, 3x All-NBA First Team, 2x All-NBA Second Team, NBA Defensive Player of the year, 3x NBA All-Defensive First Team, NBA All-Defensive Second Team, NBA Most Improved Player.It is as complete a resume as any player in the game's rich history, and it was not lost on Antetokounmpo, who joked that he aimed to come off the bench and win the Sixth Man of the Year award later on in his career to complete it.Seeing what he's done in his first eight years, who doubts him? The frightening part for the rest of the NBA is that he's just getting started.For a daily dose of the best of the breaking news and exclusive content from Wide World of Sports, subscribe to our newsletter by clicking here! Read the full article

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camsthisky · 7 years ago

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From Far Across the Yellow Field

Part 1 | Part 2

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Summary: “You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,” Dick says, and Wally notices that he hasn’t quite met Wally’s gaze this entire time. Not a good sign, all things considering. “I just don’t want to go home tonight.”

“Well,” Wally says, a small grin pulling his own lips up, “how about we grab that ice cream and then we hit that field. You know, the one we camped in that one time?”

“Yeah.” Dick lets out a soft sigh. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

Wanna get some ice cream?

it’s like 4 am

So?

what ice cream place is gonna b open

There’s no response for a few minutes, and Wally stares at his phone screen. He doesn’t know why Dick’s texting him at the crack of dawn, but he’s not going to leave his best friend hanging. Especially if this is what Wally thinks it is.

Dick has been having a few problems—with Bruce, with Batman, with life, Dick had confided in him. Wally knows that there’s been more than a few arguments, and he hopes that Dick’s just frustrated and needs an outlet. Someone to vent to. A friend to talk to so Dick can get back up on his feet again.

Wally’s phone buzzes.

Please?

Wally sighs and texts back, sure but gimme 2 min

30 seconds

Wally rolls his eyes, but he’s ready in the blink of an eye and speeds towards Gotham. He knows where Dick is, too, and he makes to the rooftop of Wayne Industries with 3 seconds left to spare. And of course, there’s Dick.

He’s not Robin. Just Dick Grayson, sitting on the ledge of an extremely high building, and Wally thinks that maybe anybody else would freak out at seeing Bruce Wayne’s kid so close to falling. But Wally knows Dick. And he knows that he capable and he won’t fall unless he wants to.

And like Wally said. He trusts Dick. He trusts him not to fall.

Wally sits down next to Dick, and Dick half-leans into him.

“Did you guys fight again?” Wally asks.

Dick hums softly, his eyes roving over the city below them. Wally follows his gaze, and he wonders what Dick sees in Gotham. From what he’s experienced, it’s a tough place to live. It constantly needs saving from itself. A lot of the police force used to be corrupt until the Commissioner stepped up and started weeding out the dirty cops. Theft, rape, murder—it’s everywhere in this city. Not to mention the absolute psychopaths that crop up like cockroaches.

So yeah, Wally wonders. But he doesn’t ask, because for some reason, Dick loves this city. Maybe not as much as Batman does, but he still seems to love it.

“Do I need to beat him up?” Wally asks, mostly just to break the silence, but also because if Bruce decided to be an ass again, Wally thinks he actually might storm into the Batcave and try to punch the Big Bad Bat. “I’ll do it. You know I will.”

Dick’s lip quirk up in some mockery of a smile. “I know.”

Wally deflates. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,” Dick says, and Wally notices that he hasn’t quite met Wally’s gaze this entire time. Not a good sign, all things considering. “I just don’t want to go home tonight.”

“Well,” Wally says, a small grin pulling his own lips up, “how about we grab that ice cream and then we hit that field. You know, the one we camped in that one time?”

Dick finally looks at him, and he looks so tired. So sad and exhausted, and Wally’s glad that he’d been awake when Dick had texted. He doesn’t think that Dick should be alone right now. Or any time, really. Dick doesn’t deserve it.

“Yeah.” Dick lets out a soft sigh. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

Wally stands up, helps Dick to feet, and Dick climbs on his back. They’ve done this a million times before. It’s familiar when Dick curls his arms around Wally’s neck, and then they’re speeding off, stopping by a 24-hour diner to eat some ice cream before speeding towards the field.

Their field.

It doesn’t take long, all things considered, and when they get there, all they really have light-wise is the sinking full moon shining down on them. It’s not a lot, but it’s enough. And Wally knows this place like the back of his hand.

Dick climbs off his back and both of them just kind of stand there, staring at the field in front of them.

It’s Dick who breaks the silence first. “What are we even doing here?”

“I mean, we can star gaze,” Wally suggests. Then he looks up at the lightening sky. “Or watch the sunrise. I don’t think it’s too far off. Come on.”

Wally grabs Dick’s hand and leads him through the knee-high grass dotted with flowers and then pulls Dick down with him when he sits. Dick doesn’t protest, just leaning his head on Wally’s shoulder. Wally lets him, supporting Dick’s weight at four something in the morning like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“You’re starting senior year,” Dick says suddenly, and it’s almost casual. Like it’s just occurred to him that it’s the summer before Wally’s last year of high school. But Wally knows better. He can hear the slight nervousness. There’s something resigned about his tone, too. “Are you excited?”

Wally sighs and decides to go with it. They’ll get to the root of this soon. When Dick’s ready to open up. “I guess? I’ve gotta start looking at colleges, soon. Artemis says there’s one in California that’s nice and would work for both of us.”

“That’s—” Dick’s breath hitches slightly, but he keeps going, “That’s a long way from Gotham.”

“It’s a long way from anywhere,” Wally agrees. “But I’ll still be around.”

“Yeah,” Dick says. “I know.”

“I don’t think you do, actually,” Wally argues before he can think better of it. Dick stiffens, but he doesn’t pull away from Wally, so Wally keeps going. It’s important. “You’re my best friend, Dick. I’m not going to just go to college and leave you alone all of the suddenly. I’ll still be around.”

“I know that,” Dick tells him. “But sometimes it’s—I think that everything’s changing too quick. Things will be different, and I want it to stay like it is now. I feel like if we all take a step forward, it’s not going to be together. We’re all going to be in different places.”

Wally nudges Dick. “Hey. Don’t do that to yourself. You’re my best friend, and do you honestly not think that I’ll be there for you?”

“You will,” Dick says, and his shoulders slump. “I’m being dumb. Sorry.”

“You’re not being dumb.” Wally sighs. “You’re scared, Dick, and that’s fine. You’re fighting with Bruce more and more, and we’re growing up and—and—”

Wally stutters to a stop and looks up at the rapidly paling sky. He’s not going to tell Dick this. Not while Dick is feeling like this, but he’s scared, too. Of growing up. Of leaving behind his life in Keystone and possibly moving across the country. But he’s also excited. Looking forward to tackling his future after high school and what it’ll bring.

“And what?” Dick prods quietly.

“We’re growing up,” Wally repeats. “And that’s scary, but it’s also going to be okay. Because we’re best friends, right? And best friends don’t abandon each other.”

“Right,” Dick says, and his voice sounds a little stronger. The moments where Dick doesn’t seem strong and smart and ready to face the world are far and few between, but Wally’s seen sides of his friend some people never will. And behind that smile Dick puts on for others, there’s a hurting kid that just wants to be surrounded by the people he loves. And he can’t be with Bruce right now. And Wally promises himself that he’ll always be there. “Thanks, Wally. There’s nowhere else that I’d rather be right now.”

“Me, too,” Wally says. “It’s too bad we can’t really see the sunrise, though.”

Dick snorts. And then he shoots Wally a small grin—one that Wally hasn’t seen all night. Dick shoots to his feet, races towards the near tree line, and from far across the yellow field, he calls over his shoulder, “I have to show you this, Wally! Follow me!”

Wally shakes his head and follows Dick through the field of tall grass and yellow flowers and into the tree line at a somewhat normal—for a regular person—jogging pace. He finds Dick at the base of a tree that rises far taller into the sky than the others, grin turned mischievous.

“What are you planning?” Wally asks.

Dick nods towards the tree. “We’re gonna climb it. We’ll be able to see the sunrise from up there.”

Wally hums and watches as Dick expertly grabs onto the lowest branch and pulls himself up. It could just be his training in the circus and under Batman, but Wally thinks that maybe this isn’t the first time that Dick has climbed this particular tree to watch a sunrise.

That thought hurts his heart a little, though, so Wally shoves it aside, and follows Dick up into the tree. One foot after another, branch by branch, high and higher. It becomes a rhythm, and Wally’s breathily laughing as he climbs. And then he breaks through the leaves, high enough to see the field over the other trees and beyond.

He’s breaths out a soft, “wow,” before he can catch himself, and Dick laughs again. Short and carefree and happy. Wally smiles at the bright sound, and he twists to see his friend perched on a branch. Well, he’d definitely named himself aptly. He fits right in. Looks just like a bird.

And Wally opens his mouth to tell Dick that, but there’s a short crack, and time freezes for a second. The smile freezes on Dick’s face, and they both understand what’s happening at the same exact time that Wally starts to fall. Dick lunges for Wally’s hand, but he’s a beat too late.

Time skips and Wally finds himself on the ground, looking up at the tree above him. His arm is suspiciously numb, and he doesn’t want to move. He groans as he hears Dick calling out his name.

“Wally!” Dick shouts, and Wally watches blearily as Dick flips down the branches with barely a thought for how dangerous that probably is. But he’s coming. For Wally. To make sure Wally is okay, and Wally lets out a strangled laugh. Dick drops to the ground and crouches down next to him. “Are you okay, Wally?”

“I’m good,” Wally says, still chuckling.

Dick blinks. “You’re sure?”

Wally makes to get up, but his arm flares up in pain, and Dick’s hovering over him as he drops back onto the ground beneath him. “Maybe not so good,” Wally says faintly. He can already feel his healing kicking in. He’ll be okay in a few days, probably, but that doesn’t mean it feels good. “I think my arm’s broken.”

“Sorry,” Dick says. “I thought it’d be a good idea to—”

“It was,” Wally tells him. “But I’m a clutz, remember?”

“Yeah.” Dick laughs, but it sounds kind of watery, like he’s a few moments from crying. Wally closes his eyes and remembers that falling isn’t something so easily brushed off in Dick’s book. Falling comes with hard memories and life changing events, and Wally knows that Dick’s probably not going to be okay for the next few days.

But still, Dick had come to get him. Wally remembers the day he’d found out about Dick’s parents. About how Dick had stayed up on the platform after his parents had fallen and he’d sat there and screamed. Froze. Couldn’t make himself move as they fell.

So Wally pushes himself up into a sitting position, grabs Dick’s hand, and pulls him into a light hug. “I’m okay, Dick. Really.”

And Dick melts into the hug, and he nods. “Right. Just—let’s not do that again.”

Wally snorts. “Agreed.”

They sit like that for a while, and Wally doesn’t even pay attention to the pain in his arm until the sun is well past risen and Dick’s ready to pull away. It’s a nice thing to know, that if he falls, Dick will come running. Will try to catch him.

Wally knows that he’ll do the same. Dick’s his best friend, and he’ll always be there for him. That’s what a best friend is for, after all.

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salmenzo · 4 years ago

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Weekly Update - Tuesday, January 19, 2021

Commitment - Conviction - Consideration

“The function of education is to teach one to think intensively and to think critically.

Intelligence plus character – that is the goal of true education.”

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Good Morning,

I hope that everyone enjoyed the long weekend and took time to remember the life of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. I am not sure there has been a time in recent history where his work and commitment to equality resonated more. As I shared on Thursday, the Town usually coordinates a wonderful ceremony in which our students, myself, and the Mayor participate. Unfortunately, due to the restrictions of COVID-19, we are unable to hold the ceremony. To not forget the significant accomplishments and contributions of Dr. King, Jr. in our nation and in the world, the Town has put together some reflections that will be posted on our website, the Town website, and Public Access Channel 19.

Here is a Press Release from the Mayor.

Here is the Martin Luther King, Jr. Celebration Packet - 1 18 21.

COVID-19 Vaccination Update

As I shared in my update Friday, it is the intention of the Town to begin to vaccinate school personnel as soon as possible. I did receive the statement below from the Commissioner's Office on behalf of the Connecticut Department of Public Health. Each district received this twice.

Re: Critical update regarding Connecticut’s Vaccine Implementation Phase 1b

Dear Connecticut School Leadership,

Thank you for your patience as the State rolls out the COVID-19 Vaccine to its residents. This email is meant to clarify a number of aspects of the vaccine roll-out.

Throughout much of the summer and fall, the planning assumption was that teachers and other educational staff would be part of “Phase 1b” as frontline essential workers. This is still the case – however, given the current composition of Phase 1b, which also includes those 75+ years of age, 65-74 years of age, and 16-64 with comorbidities, there are a large number of individuals in this phase of distribution. There is currently not enough vaccine for all members of this group, so we will be focusing on individuals 75+ to start, and adding in others in the coming days and weeks.

As such, we are asking that teachers and other school staff not schedule vaccine appointments at this time. We understand this is a change of plans for many. If existing appointments have been secured, they can be kept. If they have not, then we ask that teachers and other education sector employees hold off on scheduling clinics until further announcements have been made from the State.

We understand that these changes to plans are frustrating, but also appreciate everyone’s support in helping ensure our initial roll-out of vaccines is targeted at those residents who are facing the highest burden of infection and death from the COVID-19 crisis.

In short:

+ The focus of our roll-out is currently on people over 75 years of age

+ Teachers and other school staff should not schedule appointments

+ Teachers and other school staff with appointments can keep these

+ We look forward to a future time when everyone can get vaccinated

If you have any questions, please email [email protected]. Your e-mail will be distributed to the appropriate contact person based on the nature of the question.

Thank you,

Connecticut Department of Public Health

With this stated, we will continue to work collaboratively with the Wallingford Health Department and keep you posted.

Budget Update

Tomorrow evening at 6 p.m., I will present the Central Office 2021-2022 Budget Proposal to the Board of Education. I want to thank the entire team for all of their hard work in pulling this presentation together. I especially want to thank Karen Veilleux, Danielle Bellizzi, Aimee Turner, and Carrie LaTorre for helping finalize the Budget Introduction. I also want to extend thanks to David Bryant, Dominic Barone, Marc Deptula, and James Bondi, and their teams for their hard work as well.

As I always say, the budget process is a marathon. Please do not get too excited about the initial presentation. I do believe that it is a strong budget that has no negative impact on students. I am confident that the Board of Education will move through the process successfully and present to the Mayor their budget of which we will all be proud.

I will include the link for tomorrow night’s meeting in my parent communication this afternoon that you all receive as well. Please feel free to tune in.

Commitment - Conviction - Consideration

I wanted to offer a special “shout out” to the Voluntary Distance Learning Teachers this week. You have really done an incredible job keeping students engaged and learning. To honor you, we compiled this short video in your honor. Thank you again!

Voluntary Distance Learning - Thank You Video

Here are the latest spotlights from parents. Thanks again to all the staff for their hard work in these challenging times.

Karen Ruszkowski is a kindergarten teacher at Moses Y Beach School. She is the perfect example of the master educator. Her virtual classroom comprises twenty students, and she continually exercises a warm, nurturing virtual

environment. Obviously, this is not an easy task. Her lessons are well developed and she implements them so easily that the lessons inspire students to achieve. She is able to engage the students, motivate them, and encourage them to go beyond the stated objectives.Ms. Ruszkowski has provided the students in her classroom with an excellent beginning as they journey through their formal education. Our family is indeed thankful for her efforts, and we are grateful that our little man has Karen Ruszkowski as his teacher!

I really want you to know that Kristen Wynus and her staff have been absolutely amazing with the Wallingford Transition Program. I don't want to see this team of teachers & staff to go unnoticed! PLEASE! As you know, this program is not run like a traditional classroom. Times have been extremely difficult on all....but I'd say even more challenging for our Transition team & students! Please do not forget about this amazing program and Kristen Wynus who runs it! She deserves SO much credit!

I am writing to give praise to many teachers & staff at Cook Hill Elementary.

Our daughter is in first grade in Mrs. Sorrentino’s class. When we heard that was who she was having this year, I can’t tell you how many people said “oh you’re so lucky.” We have quickly learned as to why people say that! She has been amazingly adaptive and innovative in navigating this new educational journey. As a parent who was frequently in the classroom last year, I very much wish I could be in there again to lend a hand. However, she has fostered and maintained an amazing relationship even from a distance with the parents of the class. To me, that speaks volumes as to what kind of educator she is. Communication has always remained open from day one.

In addition, the para in our class, Mrs. Knight, has really bonded with my daughter over her love of art. There isn’t a day that we don’t hear about Mrs. Knight from Sophia.

Lastly, I have to mention many staff at Cook Hill in which I think play an integral role in our positive in person learning experience this year. Principal Friend has been working tirelessly and her efforts have not gone unnoticed. In addition, the friendly faces at the pickup loop every day have helped to make the drop off/pickup process run very smoothly. I would particularly like to mention Mrs. Niezgorksi who goes out of her way to say hello to my younger daughter in the car every day.

Our daughter’s love for school is literally infectious. She could not wait to get back to in person learning and I commend everyone involved who had a hand in making that successful. Our family is incredibly appreciative of everything Dr. Menzo and the board of education have done to keep the elementary age children in school as long as they can safely do so.

I would like to say that Mrs. Stewart has been nothing short of AMAZING! My son is doing in-person learning with her, and she is such a special, happy, helpful, understanding and FUN teacher. He looks forward to going to school everyday, and asks why he can't also go on weekends! Haha. We love Mrs. Stewart!

My daughter is in Mrs. Kusza’s 1st grade class at STEVENS. She has made an extremely challenging year seem very normal. She loves going to school everyday. She is learning a ton, and never talks about or is sad about any of the new restrictions from Covid. I sincerely believe this is due to the great work of the Stevens staff and especially Mrs. Kusza. She is always kind and upbeat. She follows safety protocols, while still differentiating and pulling small groups. She seamlessly transitioned into distance learning after a positive case in her class. She was well equipped and well prepared for this transition with all the work and practice they had done in school.

I am a working teacher in another district and I cannot express what a weight it is off my shoulders to send [my daughter] to Mrs. Kusza’s class each day knowing she will be safe, loved, and taught well each day. Thank you for all the work the district, school and Mrs. Kusza has put into keeping this year as safe and normal as possible.

We would like to thank and show our appreciation for our son's first grade teacher Mrs. Cartier. As parents we were nervous that our son wasn't going to be engaged and learn. He was diagnosed with adhd last year and school was rough. Last year distance learning became a struggle but we survived. With Mrs. Cartier she has our son engaged, learning and thriving. She has the patience of a saint and is very caring and attentive. The live learning is amazing and his teacher doesn't lean on the parents to help much at all. We were afraid we would be sitting with our child everyday to assist him but Mrs. Cartier has everything under control.

Make it a great week!

Sal

Dr. Salvatore F. Menzo

Superintendent

Email - [email protected]

Twitter - @SalMenzo

Wallingford Public School District

Wallingford Public School System Mission

To inspire through innovative and engaging experiences that lead all learners to pursue and discover their personal best.

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The Mad Hatter’s Guide to Happiness: Chapter 10

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Guess who’s baaaaaaaaaack?

Well, I worked hard on this chapter, so I hope you enjoy. Of course, it will probably be the most bloody.

WARNING: This particular chapter contains graphic scenes of violence. In fact, it’s ONLY violence. I know tat doesn’t bother most, but for the few that care, just a heads up. Also bits of mental illness, but bro, that’s to be expected.

Summary: A SWAT team is sent in to deal with our two villains. They have no idea what they just got themselves into.

“Alright, men,” the commissioner barked out to the force of men parked a good hundred feet from the entrance to the building.

Inside the warehouse, it was pitch black. The lights had been shut off, shrouding the interior in a layer of darkness. The only light that shone was from the flashing beams of the police cars and the bits of moonlight that was able to slip between the cracks of the boarded up windows. The two listened in closely from their own window, grinning to themselves and to each other as the commissioner gave his orders.

“Inside are Jonathan Crane and Jervis Tetch, but you may know them as Scarecrow and the Mad Hatter,” the chief explained, his voice raised so the entirety of the force could hear him. “They are two escaped asylum patients from Gotham and are extremely dangerous. Now I know that escaped criminals from other states aren’t usually within our jurisdiction, but when they come into our home and slaughter a few of our people, that’s when it becomes our problem.” He got a few supportive calls in response. “Remember that these two are still human. We needn’t kill them unless absolutely necessary.” He looked back at the building for a second before turning to his men. “Be sure to keep your gas masks on at all time. This is a large place, so we’ll need to split up. Stay in pairs, and don’t let your partner out of your sight for even a second!”

Gas masks and grouping in pairs? That would serve to be a bit of a challenge. The two moved away from the window just as they heard the last of the pep-talk, the SWAT team soon kicking in the front doors, swarming in at a rapid pace and shutting the doors behind them. Two members stood watch over the front entrance while two more took to the back exit, the flashlights attached to their weapons sending beams of white light scanning around the area. With a vast array of large shelves taking up the majority of the interior of the warehouse, they would have a lot of ground to cover, as well as needing to check each side room. With the power off and their flashlights only barely reaching the dark crevices of the complex, searching wouldn’t be an easy task. With a the team of twenty inside the building, scoping out the place wouldn’t be hard.

They carefully scanned the area, making sure to search in every room, leaving no closet unchecked and no dark corner lit up.

“That’s kinda weird,” one SWAT member mumbled through his gas mask, coming across a room with a table smashed up in the center. “What’s up?” his partner sighed, walking into the room after him. He jolted slightly upon hearing her enter. “Fuck- don’t do that to me,” he hushed to her. “Thought you were one of the freaks for a second. Nearly blew your head off. Did you see anyone?” She gave him a glance, shaking her head as she approached the broken table. “Jeeze, what happened here?” She looked around, noticing a fallen playing card on the floor face up beside a disheveled duffle bag. “Did someone lose a bad game of poker or something? And what do you think’s in the bag?”

“Who knows what these freaks do?” he mumbled in response, gesturing towards a door off to the side, presumably leading to a small storage space. “C’mon. Let’s just check out the closet and get out of here. This place gives me the creeps.”

“What, you’re not actually afraid of these masked guys, are you, Jay?” his partner criticized, taking a quick look over the darkened corners. “They’re just two psychos who like to play dress up.” She gestured to the bag. “Let’s do the bag first. It might have something important. Stay calm. We’re in partners for a reason.” He grimaced under his gas mask as he approached the luggage on the floor. For all he knew, there was a bomb in there. “Yeah, I guess,” he muttered, referring to her previous comment and grabbing ahold of one of the straps on the bag. “I heard they’re sick, like they like to torture they’re victims. Experiments or something. You can’t be too cautious, y’know?” With a deep breath, Jay opened up the already unzipped bag, pointing his weapon inside and illuminating its interior. So his slight relief, it was empty. He let out a quiet sigh, making sure to take a good look inside before tossing it aside and making his way back over to his partner. “Nothing. Empty. You think we’re lucky enough to just have them skip town or something?” he joked, going back over to his partner. “Oh stop being such a pansy,” she sighed, a bit of a chuckle edged onto her voice. “Though, you’re probably right. I don’t think they’d be stupid enough to try and stick around. They’re probably long gone by now. Let’s just finish up the cl-“

THUD.

She blinked in surprise, her head twisting to stare at the wall the sound emitted from. “Was that next door?” she asked, her voice now lowered to a frantic whisper. “Yeah, I think so,” her partner replied, raising his gun to its proper level. “It’s probably just one of the guys. You finish searching the room. One of them could still be in the closet or something. I’ll check it out.” That was said with great reluctance fogging his mind. “They’re just human,” he mumbled under his breath as he exited the room, looking over at the door adjacent to the one he had just left. “They’re just human.” He heard a faint sound coming from the room. He immediately tensed up, keeping the grip on his gun tight. “They’re human, Jay, just like the rest of us,” he whispered.

“Twinkle twinkle little bat,

How I wonder what you’re at.”

He stopped in his tracks, his breath caught in his throat. He had trouble breathing in the gas mask, finding it to be stuffy all of the sudden. With a gulp, he was tempted to just turn back to the room he had just left, but reminded himself that he was the one with the body armor and the gun. He had nothing to be afraid of. Fear was biggest enemy here, and he’d be damned if he would let it get him now where it truly mattered.

With a trembling breath that he had tried vainly to keep steady, he damn near kicked the door open, waving the barrel of his gun in a well-trained scan of the room. The bright flashlight attached to his weapon lit up the a small circle of the area, coming to a stop when it found itself illuminating a figure sitting at a circular table square in the middle of the room. There were three chairs in total, one currently occupied with the other two pulled out as if guests had left in a hurry.

The man Jay quickly identified as Jervis Tetch due to the large top hat placed neatly upon his head didn’t even look up from his tea cup, stirring it idly as he seemed to admire the recently used chess board and pieces set up before him. An empty tea cup was placed just across the chess board, the game itself having only two kings left on its tiles. The sources were right: he dressed as though he had just hopped out of the Lewis Carrol book itself. White gloves drummed along the table as he stirred, humming along to a familiar, yet disquieting tune.

“Up above the world you fly,

Like a tea tray in the sky!”

A thump in the next room over completely flew over the officer’s head as his focus was trained on the criminal before him.

Tetch seemed completely oblivious to the fact that a lethal weapon was aimed straight at him, instead opting to sip his tea calmly, as if Jay wasn’t even there. The officer felt a certain drop in his stomach, fear seizing his heart as his grip became more shaky. “Jervis Tetch!” he shot, his voice donning a more commandeering tone as he had been trained to do. It was at this time that the schizophrenic finally seemed to notice him, lifting his eyes with a subtle hint of surprise. Surprise turned to a more jovial countenance as he didn’t even bother to stand up, his eyes half-lidded and seeming vague as he let out a small titter. “Oh you’re here!” he greeted, his back straightening and his hand never leaving the spoon in his cup. Jay tensed at the movement, lifting the gun higher as he aimed down its sights. “Get on the ground and surrender peacefully,” he ordered, fighting to keep the composed tone of his voice. The Mad Hatter didn’t do as ordered, instead leaning back in his chair with a disappointed expression. “Ah, the difficult option, I see?” he hummed, before pointing the spoon at him. No, not at him, but more up and to his right, just above his shoulder. “Oh March Hare, would you mind helping our guest to the table?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

The door behind Jay shut with a creak of rusted hinges, his nerves now in a shock as he struggled to even keep the gun pointing straight. Breathing hitched, he only now became fully aware of the presence behind him, the little moonlight there was casting a second shadow beside him, posed directly behind his own. Taking he chance of turning his gun away from the Hatter, he turned his attention to the figure behind him.

The burlap-clad man stood only a few feet from him, hunched slightly as he took in heavy breaths from his most recent activity. A noose hung loosely from his neck and his brim straw hat was tilted up slightly, giving Jay a good look at the man- no, the monster’s black pits in the mask where his eyes should be. In the ray of the gun’s flashlight, glimmers in the blackness could be seen, his eyes appearing wide and almost unfocused, but still stared intently back at him. Was it him, or did that crazed smile stitched onto the burlap seem to only grow wider? Vials of his infamous toxin were strapped to his middle as well as his forearms, proving him well armed and revealing his rail-thin figure. Jay was quick to notice the outfit was speckled with blood that wouldn’t be seen had the light not been trained on him. In one gloved hand was his scythe, held at the ready and with a blade dripping with thick red blood, and in the other was the decapitated head of his partner, unmasked and her face frozen in an expression of undying terror. The sight nearly brought him to his knees.

“O-oh my god-!” He was unable to say anything else, helplessly watching the Scarecrow toss the head of the once respected officer to the side like it was nothing. “I suggest you have a seat over there,” he hissed, gesturing to table as he took a step towards the now trembling man.

“Stop!” Jay spat, jutting his gun forward. “Not another step, o-or I’ll blow your fucking head off you sick fuck!” This only served to extract a maniacal giggle from the Scarecrow, his eyes no longer on the man in question, but instead the Hatter behind him. “A man of words and not deeds is like a garden full of weeds,” he laughed, only taking a step closer as the quivering man fumbled with his gun, but couldn’t seems to find the trigger anymore as the monster before him slowly approached.

When the first blast of a gun sounded, it was heard by everyone within the dark facility. The patrol was halted as everyone took a moment to try and see what had just happened in one of the rooms. Eyes turned to the door, fingers on their triggers. They were quickly relieved to see one of the SWAT members, Jay, cross through the previously doorway, stumbling out like he was disoriented.

“Jason? What happened in there?” One of his partners demanded, coming closer as he noticed the other’s heavy breathing. “I got him,” Jay mumbled, coming to a full stand with his gun in hand limp at his side. “Whoa, what? Got who?” another demanded, approaching the door with their weapons at the ready, nearly blinding the poor man with beam of bright white light. He covered the lenses of his gas mask, in an attempt to shield his eyes, eventually just undoing the straps and ripping the mask away, still leaving on his protective helmet. “The Scarecrow. I shot him just before he could get me. Came at me with a scythe. Target is neutralized,” he breathed, not taking his eyes off of them. “He didn’t have any of that gas on him. I think it’s safe to take off your masks. There’s no use blocking your vision in this light if he’s already dead.”

“What a relief,” an officer sighed, taking her mask off. A few others followed suit, but the rest didn’t bother. “Hold on, team,” barked another, “Tetch is still somewhere in the building. We need to clear the area and find him before we can know it’s safe. Who knows what that freak has on him. The protocol hasn’t changed. Keep going until we know Tetch is either captured or taken down.” Though there was a clear reluctance, a portion of the once heavy weight had been lifted off the team’s back, knowing they had put down one of the threats.

Two of the still-masked SWAT entered the room their peer had just exited, making a quick scan across the room and lighting up the floor as they searched. They had expected to come across a body, perhaps slumped over or fallen with blood pooling around it, but there was none. There was a bit of blood found here and there, but nothing that would indicate being shot to death. Their faces etched in confusion under their gas masks, they looked back at Jay, who stood in the doorway, observing them. Something about him seemed odd, as one quickly noticed. While his rigid posture was expected from someone in this situation, there was something up with the way he stared at them. He just couldn’t place a finger on it. That’s when they noticed Jay’s partner was missing.

“Hey Jay,” one of them called over after searching the room and finding a whole lot of nothing. “Where’s the-“

He was quickly interrupted when said officer took up his assault rifle and blasted both partners in their heads before they could properly react. The shots were heard clear as day, as well as quick shouts of terror that echoed throughout the building just before they were cut off by a blast from the powerful weapon. Immediately five more officers crowded into the room to see what was going on, in shock to see both men on the ground and blood pooling around their decimated heads. The reaction took a few seconds, but within moments, the culprit was pinned to the table. Jay didn’t even put up a struggle, dropping his assault rifle as everyone else tried to make sense of this entire situation and trying in vain to bring the other two back. The mess of confusion prevented the five from noticing the figure moving past the door and silently closing it shut.

In the middle of the interrogation of the culprit, the group of five was too busy to notice the faint odor that seemed to fill the room. It was an almost toxic smell, like a mix between death and rubbing alcohol, but seemed to had a faint hint of, funnily enough, pumpkin.

It wasn’t long before the screams started. It started off slowly, with faint panicking, the team too blind to realize their removed gas masks would have actually done them a bit of good. It wasn’t their fault, though; the monsters looked too real to possibly be fake. Labored breathing and panicked shouts were quick to turn into tortured screams, shocking the eleven SWAT stationed in the rest of the building. For a solid minute, panicked screams and pleas for mercy were the only things that were heard. Once a gunshot rang out, of the officers guarding a fire exit seemed to finally have enough and rushed over to the unlocked door with his mask quickly pulled on. The second he opened it, however, he was met by a burst of toxic gas flooded out of the room, as well as a fatal shot to the neck. Four of the five SWAT, who had only entered with intentions to help their comrades, exited in a fearful panic, screaming at imaginary monsters or perhaps begging their nonexistent family member not to pull the trigger on themselves. The fifth one was still left in the room, previously curled up into a ball in a catatonic state before he had ended his own life. Another was practically tearing at his own skin to spare himself from the delusions of his own mind. Posts and stations were abandoned as the rest of the team rushed to try in vain to somehow help in calm them down, but were only met with fearful screams and attacks.

Jay exited the room, staring at the chaotic scene as his once colleague was blown away by one of the fearful maniacs and their rifle. He blinked in small surprise when he heard himself be beckoned to the next room over. He started blankly for a second, before obeying and making his way into the room. It was so dimly lit, but despite that, the card slid under his helmet could easily get him to recognize the smaller man giving the orders. He let the man his mind once registered as a threat reach up and touch him, checking the placement of the card and seeming to take in his expression. “Oh this one’s much better. Your synapses seem to be reacting at a much more efficient level,” the Mad Hatter hummed with a giddy grin fully formed. “How delightful. Most of the other rabbits aren’t as convincing.” He narrowed his eyes in slight disdain, his gloved hand retracting as he turned to straighten his bow tie. “I’ll have to remind myself to make more of these cards. They seem to be working better than my last batch of tea I had served-“

“Hold it!”

Mad Hatter was interrupted by the bark one of the remaining SWAT, his gun focused on the center of his head. Apparently one of the sane officers had seen them and decided to break away from the madness in order to investigate. Hatter blinked in silent surprise, before letting out a soft titter of amusement. “Oh dear, oh dearest me, you gave me quite a fright there,” he laughed, before gesturing to his puppet. “Unfortunately, you weren’t invited.” He looked over at Jay. “Rabbit! No room!”

Before the offending officer could figure out what that even meant, he was shot a good seven times by the mindless puppet. Hatter gave him a pleased smile once the body had dropped and blood had collected on the ground.

The shots went unnoticed by the chaos outside. Another SWAT had been shot to death by the crazed teammates, forcing the rest of the team to make the difficult decision to put them down. Despite their reasoning above the panic, they couldn’t seem to get the four down, and it was quickly realized that there was no way they would be able to regain the situation without having another member killed. A few more shots rang out, everyone seemingly disregarding the seven bangs that had sounded just moments before, as they were too stricken with fear and grief to really care. Scarecrow watched on from behind one of the towering shelves in silent glee, unable to contain the mad chuckled erupting from his lips. Unfortunately, his experiment had been cut shorter than he had hoped it would last, but he knew there would be more.

Moving away from the shelves, he headed back to his room where his things were stored. He only wanted a quick check to see how much of his toxin was left, but had his attention drawn away when his perceptive hearing quickly noticed the heavy thumps of jogging footsteps coming towards his location between the empty pallet racks. He could easily see beams of light bouncing on the floor, coming closer at an alarmingly fast rate.

“He’s in here! I saw that fucker drag himself ‘round here. Corner him!”

Scarecrow tensed, his lack of fear only allowing him to feel the adrenaline that coursed through his blood. He gripped his scythe tightly, moving under a pallet rack to hide himself in the empty space, moving his weapon under him so the blade wouldn’t peek out and give him away.

The footsteps slowed as what turned out to be three guards steadied their aim and began their search around area. Scarecrow’s heart only seemed to speed up as he began to notice just how dire the situation was becoming. The moment he was seen, he would be riddled with holes. With three of them, it would be hard not to be spotted. Still, he couldn’t help the grin that stretched his face, his fingers only tightening around the handle of his prized weapon as his eyes flickered around to survey his situation. Feet slowly moved past his location, beams of the flashlights only barely missing him under the shadows of the rack he was hidden under. An idea quickly formed in his head, and he waited for two of the three to move away.

Once one of the unsuspecting gunmen passed his way again he was quick to slink from under his hiding place, wasting no time in approaching the man from behind, raising his scythe, and taking a good slash at the man’s ankles, slicing straight though his archilles heels and rendering the man unable to walk as he fell to his knees. As expected, he screamed, but unfortunately his terror was short lived, as he placed the inner curve of the blade to his neck and a foot on his back. By the time his friends dashed over to investigate, his head was already clean off of his body, and Scarecrow himself had sunk back into the darkness. Blood dripped from the blade and down the handle, wetting and staining his gloves with the crimson he had quickly grown adoring of.

The two stood in shock and fear, trying to process just how their friend’s attack had gone unnoticed by them. They didn’t have long to think about it, however, as they weren’t paying attention the the open and empty shelves beside them, shadowing the killer they sought from the limited view of their flashlights. A wide blade quickly jutted from the open space, and before they could realize it, one was choking on his own blood when legs had been taken out from under him. The other officer screamed in shock, taking a shot at the now vacant space where the attack had come from, her light not catching a glimpse of anyone.

“Doctor Crane!” the guard shouted into the void of blackness, frantically waving his flashlight around in an attempt to catch just a snag of the man in question. “Crane, stop this! You can’t do this-!”

“I’m sorry, the good doctor isn’t here right now,” hissed a voice directly behind the guard, causing him to freeze as a terror never known to him before seized his heart. A burst of mad laughter rang out, chilling his blood.

“Only Scarecrow!”

And with that, the large blade of the scythe was quickly lodged deep into the man’s gut. The only pause was to watch the man spit up his own blood, before Scarecrow yanked the tool from the man’s stomach, his maniacal laughter only growing louder in a sadistic glee. His laughter subsided quickly enough as he watched him crumple to the floor with a choking gasp. He merely grinned down at him before moving to the helpless man on the floor, his legs no longer to be found under him. A quick foot on his back and a swing of the blade took the man out with ease.

Bloodied and with adrenaline pumping through his veins, Scarecrow took a moment to get a hold of himself. He needed to find Mad Hatter. For all he knew, the fool could have gotten himself killed. He turned in place, only to meet the barrel of a gun pointing straight at his face.

“Oh you must be joking…” he mumbled, taking a step back away from one of the few remaining guards. The SWAT member’s expression was unknown from under the gas mask, but if he were to guess, the man was probably angry.

A finger was put to the trigger. Just a quick pull and-

Scarecrow was only half surprised when he witnessed his attacker collapse to the ground, the blade of an axe lodged into his neck. The Mad Hatter stood there where the threat had once been positioned, attempting to wipe any bits of blood off of his coat. His expression was one Scarecrow could only chalk up as immense satisfaction and smugness. The Hatter looked down at the crumpled body, his face splitting into a mad grin as a crazed giggle left him. “If Time wasn’t such a prude, I’d say it’s about Him that I’d finally get to use that rusty old thing,” he laughed, crossing his arms and looking up at his friend as his demeanor calmed. The burlap-clad Scarecrow, however, was still affected by his adrenaline high, swinging the blade back in an arc until the handle landed on his shoulder, making carrying much easier.

“I could have taken care of himself myself,” Scarecrow spat, only to receive an eye roll from the other criminal. “I’m sure, I’m sure,” he replied curtly. “Poppycock if I’ve ever heard the name.”

“So where is this puppet of yours?” the taller male questioned, looking around the darkness that his eyes had already grown accustomed to, searching for anyone else they’d have to slay. “Oh, the rabbit?” the smaller male replied, walking back go the entrance of the building. “I’d say he’s taking care of the last two pawns.”

Two shots from the gun were heard.

“Well, that’s all of them.” He stopped to watched the mindless Jay stumble back over to them. “All except him,” Scarecrow pointed out, gesturing to Hatter’s rabbit, to which the haberdasher made a pouting expression. “Oh, but this one is my favorite by far!” he huffed, looking back at his puppet, now splattered with the blood of his friends.

“Hatter,” Scarecrow hissed, to which Jervis sighed, giving in. “Fine,” he sighed. “What shall we do with him?”

The two stared at the man for a few second, before Scarecrow quickly clasped his hands together with a crazed laugh. “Oh, I have an idea!”

It was only a few minutes later that Jay stumbled out of the dark building, confronting the shocked faces of other officers and his superior. He stared ahead blankly, as if not even registering what was going on around him or the concerned faces of people he was supposed to know. The captain approached him, noticing the blood that was splattered all over the man’s clothing. Before he could even ask what happened, the last remaining SWAT member took his rifle fired a blast straight into the stomach of the captain. The second he was on the floor, Jay took the barrel of his gun, stuck it into his mouth, and despite the immediate protests, blew his own brains out in front of the entire police force.

#MHGH #Jervis Tetch #Mad Hatter #Jonathan Crane #Scarecrow #gore #Batman #fanfiction

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