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Class of Villains & Li’l Villains: Crossover Special

While we wait for Artzy to finish Part 2 of Kagami’s Mirrorverse crossover, here’s the sequel to Weeby’s Class of Heroes and Lil’ Heroes crossover special!

Marinette De Vil:

(The wicked fashonista grinned as she saw her little counterpart toddling up to her, wearing a fake fur coat.)

Mari De Vil: Why, aren't you just the cutest little darling! I just LOVE your get up. Absolutely fabulous!

(Lil’ Mari De Vil beamed upon hearing the compliment.)

Lil’ Mari De Vil: Tank you! Izza fuw coat! Mama bought it fow me cuz we wich!

(She did a little twirl before her smile turned into a pout.)

Lil’ Mari De Vil: Wish it was WEAL fur doh! Mama don’t let me have da weal kind! Is youw coat weal fuw?

(Mari De Vil laughed as she took the moment to show off her wonderous coat.)

Mari De Vil: Of COURSE darling! I worship furs! But you already knew that, didn't you. You hate those little beasts just like me!

*The little De Vil nodded her head and scowled. She couldn’t stand those filthy muts!

Lil’ Mari De Vil: Animals yucky! Speciawwy doggies, I HATE doggies!

(The lil and big villains cackled over their shared loathing of the animal.)

Mari De Vil: Of course! Those little brats are only good for the fur on their backs. In fact, you want to come with me? I know the perfect boutique, we can get you a lovely fur coat. And don't worry, I'll get my Fei and Socqueline to nab some money. You know Fei and Socqueline?

(The tot nodded before growling a little. Though they were 8 year olds, they were working for the toddler, due to their mother being childhood friends with Sabine, and since Mari would tattle to their parents if they didn’t do what she said.)

Lil’ Mari De Vil: Dey my henchgirls, but most a da time, dey dumdums.

Mari De Vil: Yes yes, but they get the job done in a pinch. Now come along, I think we'll get you a snakeskin purse, that'll make Adrien very happy, won't it?

(Lil’ Mari blushed and clapped her hands as she thought about one of her special friends. She found the little sorcerer to be quite charming.

Lil’ Mari De Vil: I wike Adwien, he, ‘Gami, an Wuka awe pwetty.

Mari De Vil: My diabolical darlings, they are perfect for you, little devil. Now come on, we’re going to flaunt our wealth on those plebians.

Lil’ Mari De Vil: Can Chwoe and Sabwina come? We gweat fwiends, and they wich wike me!

Mari De Vil: Of course! It will be the ultimate shopping spree!

Jafardrien:

(Jafardrien chuckled as he heard his toddler self sneaking up to him, trying to hide his little snake staff.)

Jafardrien: *Thinking* Even as a infant, I remember always trying to get people to do my bidding. What a foul little mind I had!

(Lil’ Jafardrien’s eyes began to glow as he pulled out the staff, attempting to get his big self to become hypnotized)

Lil' Jafardrien: Wisssen to meee...

(The teen found this to be adorable, and couldn’t help but laugh at the boy, causing him to frown. He was so sure he’d get him to fold!)

Jafardrien: A good technique, kiddo, but you’ll have to do better than that to charm me!

Lil’ Jafardrien: Yoo... yoo not undew my speww?

Jafardrien: Not in the sssslightest.

Lil' Jafardrien: Aww, how I do it?

(Jafardrien took pity on the boy, since he liked him. So he scooped him up, causing the little sorcerer to smile again.)

Jafardrien: You’ll get there, don’t you worry! Sssoon you’ll have everyone here in the palm of your hand. Jussst keep practicing!

(Lil’ Jafardrien nodded eagerly, listening to every word his big self said.)

Lil' Jafardrien: I wiww! Do you sssstiww make Daddy to wat yoo want?

(Ah yes, that pitiful fool. He had spent all his life making sure that Father was wrapped around his finger.)

Jafardrien: Of courssse. He’s so easssy to trick after all.

(Lil' Jafardrien giggles and beams as he remembered something.)

Lil' Jafardrien: I weawned a twick!

(He closed his eyes and scrunched his face in concentration. As this happened, he began to transform into a snake, growing a few inches as he did so.)

Lil' Jafardrien: Imma snake!

(Jafardrien chuckled and clapped for the tot.)

Jafardrien: Not bad, but let me show you how ssnnakelike I can be!

(He let out an eerie high-pitched cackle as he transformed into a giant snake, causing the little sorcerer to turn back into his human form, clapping and squealing with delight.)

Lil' Jafardrien: Big me a snake too! Do yoo huwt Fewix as weww? He a goody-good, and I don wike him!

Jafardrien: That pompous twit? I’ve tormented him since I was in diapers. Everytime he comes over, I use him for target practice.

Lil’ Jafardrien: Me too! I weawned how ta be a snake so I can sssstwangle him. He sssso fun to huwt!

Jafardrien: He most certainly issss. Don’t worry, he getsss more than his ssshare of misssfortune, as long as I have anything to sssay about it!

(He affectionately ruffled little Jafardrien’s hair.)

Lil' Jafardrien: We and ouw fwiendsss ouw gonna take ovew da wowd!

(They partake in a bout of evil laughter.)

YzAlya:

(Lil’ YzAlya was demonstrating her knowledge of potions to her older self. She poured a tiny amount of potion from a vial onto a flower pot on the ground. It wilted immediately.)

Lil’ YzAlya: Hehehe! Fwowew go poof!

YzAlya: Br-r-r-rilliant! You’re just like me when I was little!

(The toddler cackled and clapped her hands.)

Lil’ YzAlya: I wove makin’ potions an turning peopwe into tings!

(She pouted and crossed her arms.)

Lil’ YzAlya: Momma gets mad and sends me to timeout. Momma’s no fun!

YzAlya: Well, Momma’s a stick in the mud who should be grateful for your mercy. I’m assuming she runs a restaurant? What’s it like?

Lil’ YzAlya: I do lossa fun stuff at Mommy’s westauwant! I use potions on da customews... when my dumb big sistew Nowa’s not messing it up!

YzAlya: She may be an imbecile but she means well. It’s important to have someone with muscle on your side.

(Lil’ YzAlya nods)

Lil’ YzAlya: Yeah, she move and wift da heavy stuff! She also make da spinach puffs when I havin a pwaydate, even if they yucky.

YzAlya: I never liked those spinach puffs. Never.

Lil’ YzAlya: Nino my favowite to pway wif. We mess wif lossa peopwes! I weawwy wike him.

(The toddler beamed upon thinking of him, and the teen began to blush.)

YzAlya: That foxy delight. I bet you play some wonderful games with him.

(The infant giggled and pulled out two sippy cups from her backpack. One was filled with juice, and the other with poison.)

Lil’ YzAlya: So’times, I put da potions in da sippy, but he always know which one! Nino smawt!

(The sorceress begins to grin.)

YzAlya: He really is. Ooh! I know! Let’s make a potion for Momma! That’ll teach her a lesson about meddling with our plans! But what should it be?

Lil’ YzAlya: Oooh! Oooh! A wwama!

YzAlya: GENIUS, I TELL YOU! WONDERFUL!

(She picked up the tiny sorceress and spun her around, causing her to shriek with laughter.)

YzAlya: You’re going to be the best sorceress one day, my dear! Absolutely brillaiant, brilliant, brilliant!

Honest Nino:

(The little hybrid naively thought that he would be able to scam his older self.)

Lil' Honest Nino: Hewwo! Couwd yoo be in my movie? Pweeassee?

(Honest Nino just grinned and toussled the kid’s hair.)

Honest Nino: Heh, Not bad, kiddo! But here’s a tip: Try and pull up some tears, really yank at their heartstrings!

Lil' Honest Nino: Ooo wike dis? 

(Lil’ Honest Nino thought of sad stuff and began to fake cry.

Lil’ Honest Nino: Waah yoo meanie! 

(After a few seconds, he stopped and smiled.)

Lil’ Honest Nino: I do good?

Honest Nino: Five stars, lil dude! You’re gonna be one heck of a scammer!

Lil' Honest Nino: I wike bein with Adwien, we scam togethew! He uses da magic and I use da chawm!

Honest Nino: Yeah, Adrien’s a pretty cool dude! He’s my best bud, too! We’ve pulled off some epic cons! 

(The teen smiled slyly.)

And what about Alya, is she your friend too?

(The tiny fox-hybrid let out a shrill squeak of joy.)

Lil' Honest Nino: She my bestest fwiend! She weally smawt and pwetty!

Honest Nino: Yeah, she’s a real special girl! You be sure to stick around her, right lil buddy?

Lil' Honest Nino: I pwomise! No con dis time!

Nath of Hearts:

(The Mad King couldn’t help but tear up as he saw his little self ripping the heads off of his dollies.)

Lil' Nath of Hearts: OFF WIF DA HEADS!! OFF WIF AWL DA HEADS!

Nath of Hearts: *Thinking* This brings back so many precious memories…

Lil' Nath of Hearts: Stupid guawds paint woses wed! OFF WIF THEW HEADS!

Nath of Hearts: So true, little one! For painting our roses red, someone MUST lose a head! Our word is law, after all!

(The psychotic prince looked up with stars in his eyes, his mood improving immediately.)

Lil' Nath of Hearts: You a king?! I wanna be a king!

(Nath of Hearts gave a warm laugh.)

Nath of Hearts: Patience, darling! It’ll happen sooner than you think. And you’ll have a beautiful, wonderful king to rule by your side!

(Lil’ Nath of Hearts blushed and began giggling instantly.)

Lil' Nath of Hearts: Mawc? My Mawcy?

Nath of Hearts: Who else? Now, be sure to always remind him of his beauty, and never let anyone disrespect him or yourself!

Lil' Nath of Hearts: Of cowse! We da pwettiest in da wowd! Ow and is Wose stiww ouw fwiend? We wove havin tea pawties wif hew!

Nath of Hearts: Of course, my dear! We have her and Juleka over to share plots regularly! Nothing like wicked company for tea!

(The Mad Prince frowned as he thought about what his mummy and daddy would say about his friends.

Lil' Nath of Hearts: My pawents awe dummies. They don't wan me bein with Mawc. I WANNA BE WIF MY POISON PWINCE!

Nath of Hearts: And you will, darling! Never fear! Oh, I have a gift for you!

Lil' Nath of Hearts: I wove gifts! Dey gotta be biggew than da pawm of my hand

(The king took out his smallest beheading dagger, with a ruby-studded handle, the same he was gifted at this age)

Nath of Hearts: For you! Use it well, little prince!

(He smiled, admiring the blade and giggling psychotically.)

Lil' Nath of Hearts: Eehehee! Imma wove it fowever and evew!

(The two Naths began to cackle madly)

King Marc:

(The little prince looked in awe at his older self.)

Prince Marc: I gonna get even pwettiew as a big kid?

King Marc: Well you know you're already the fairest of them all, right?

Prince Marc: I da faiwest pwince! Nafie and my miwwow say so!

(The evil king giggled, petting his younger self, cooing at him.)

King Marc: And right they are, my little prince. Your radiance knows no bounds. Don't let that pesky mirror tell you otherwise. Listen to Nathaniel, for he knows the truth.

(Prince Marc blushed upon hearing the Mad Prince’s name.)

Prince Marc: Is Nafie stiww our best fwiend when we big?

King Marc: He's my shining Mad King, and our love is eternal. We rule alongside together. I've got some advice for you, little prince. Do you like making potions and poisons?

(The tot began clapping his hands.)

Prince Marc: Yes, yes, yes! I make dem wif Awya!

King Marc: Ah, what a wonderful sorceress. Now, get Nafie resistant to poisons, start by feeding him small little doses. He'll build up immunity over time, plus he loves it.

Prince Marc: You smawt, big me! Den no one can huwt Nafie!

King Marc: Exactly! Oh, and I must ask, how do you get away with causing trouble. Surely you have a little trick up your sleeve?

(King Marc watched as the prince put on a paper mask, crudely drawn to look like the face of an old peasant.)

Prince Marc: No mowe pwince! I a owd man!

(He decided to play along, looking around and pretending to be confused.)

King Marc: Where did that lovely prince go?

(Prince Marc giggled. This was fun!)

Maxdrome:

(The savvy supervillain couldn’t help but snark about the situation.) 

Maxdrome: Alternate dimension and time travel? Two cliches for the price of one!

(Lil’ Maxdrome tilted his head in confusion. The word was unfamiliar to him.)

Lil' Maxdrome: What a cwiche?

Maxdrome: Well, when you're reading a fairy tale, and the princ s the good guy, do you expect that to happen?

Lil' Maxdrome: Yeah! Dose stowies are bowing!

Maxdrome: Well that's a cliche! And what do we do to heroes? Especially the boring ones?

Lil' Maxdrome: WIPE DEM OUT!

Maxdrome: Bingo! Who needs magic when you got tech. Check this out!

(He pressed a button on the siide of his goggles, and showed off Markov to a starstruck Lil’ Maxdrome)

Maxdrome: State of the art attack drone, built it myself. Pretty cool, huh?

Lil' Maxdrome: Wobots awe awesome! I wanna make weal wobots too when I get big!

Maxdrome: Oh you will, trust me. We're gonna be the best supervillains of all time!

Kimton:

(The tiny Kimton stared in awe at his older counterpart’s muscles.

Lil' Kimton: Woah yoo huge!

(Kimton just flexed his biceps in response.)

Kimton: You know it, lil man! You know how I got this big and buff?

Lil' Kimton: Tell me! Tell me!

Kimton: Well, for one you gotta keep up on your workouts, no slackin’ off! But there’s another secret you should know! When I was your age, I ate four dozen eggs every morning to help me get this big! I’m up to five dozen now and look how ripped it’s kept me!

Lil' Kimton: Eggies gonna make me stwong! I gonna eat em to be big wike yoo!

(The tot smiled even more.)

Lil’ Kimton: Do yoo hunt dumb beasties?

Kimton: Of course! In fact, has your pop given you your own rifle yet?

(Lil’ Kimton frowned and shook his head.)

Lil' Kimton: Uh uh. He say I too wittle fow wifle. That I no meant to have one! He big, but he wame!

Kimton: Well, that’s a load of bull! Here, buddy. This is the first one I ever had! You’ll kill a lotta nasty beasts with this!

(Lil' Kimton beams as he is handed the rifle.)

Lil' Kimton: I gonna be the bestest huntew evew! I'm gonna make suwe Ondine wove me fowever and evew

(He whispered into Kimton’s ear.) 

Lil’ Kimton: I don't wove hew, but I want hew to wove me. Girwies are meant to do what I wan and not say no! Be just wike Mama!

Kimton: Don’t worry, lil man! It’s not like she could ever have anyone better. She’ll be the perfect little wife for ya, while you go out and be the god among men you are!

Lil' Kimton: Yay! No one cool as Kim!

Queen Rose Candy:

(The little princess gasped with joy upon seeing her counterpart.)

PRC: Yoo a pwetty queen! I wove youw cwown!

QRC: Well, if you aren’t just the cutest lil thing I ever did see! What a precious little princess!

PRC: Tank you!

(She took the time to twirl around in her little candy dress, giggling as she did so. Queen Rose Candy decided to give her a treat.)

QRC: Here, have some candy!

(The princess eagerly took the lollipop given by her big self.)

PRC: YAAY! I wove candy! I also wacing in my candy caw! And pwaying wif JuJu!

(The Queen blushed upon hearing the Mistress of Evil’s name.)

QRC: Juleka's real sweet, isn't she. How's it like playing with the Mistress of Evil?

PRC: It supew fun! So’times, she make da teachew go night night, and we get to go ou’side and pway awl day!

(Queen Rose Candy was impressed.)

QRC: Wow! You're JuJu's already learned the sleeping curse! Mine didn't learn that until the middle of freshman year. You're no goody too shoes right? You like bein bad? Makin those dumb commoners hurt?

PRC: Yeah, bein’ bad da best!

(Princess Rose Candy began to scowl.)

PRC: I no like it when dumdum pessants beat me at wace, I DA BEST! So I make dem cwy and give dem booboos!

(The teen let out a creepy giggle.)

QRC: That's my girl! Now let's race! 

(She scooped up PRC who giggled, seeing her glitch momentarily into Pigella. She was confused but interested.)

PRC: What was dat? Yoo had a piggy dwess!

QRC: Well, I used to be in another game, I was Pigella and I was the best racer ever! I could do whatever I wanted, and then those meanies at Sugar Rush took all the attention from me. So I hacked the game, killed all the other racers, and became the Queen, only at 14!

(The infant princess squealed and clapped at this.)

PRC: Yaaay, no more oder racers! We da best!

(QRC carried PRC to the car, putting her in a booster seat.)

QRC: Now let's go on a drive!

PRC: Yay! Wacey time!

Juleficent:

(The Mistress of Evil felt a rush of joy as she saw her young self, happily playing with her staff, using it to burn ants alive.)

Juleficent: Well well, what a beautiful malevolent child...

Lil' Juleficent: Tank you! Lookie what I can do! 

(She grew a pair of dragon claws and breathes a small spurt of fire) 

Lil’ Juleficent: I can’t do da whowe dwagon yet.

(Juleficent gave a dark chuckle, proud of her little self. She gently stroked Lil’ Juleficent’s horns, causing the girl to giggle and coo with joy.)

Juleficent: That is already impressive for your age. And where did you get that staff from?

Lil' Juleficent: I finded it, in a owd castwe. It wet me do coow stuff wif magics! So’times, I use it to make da teachew go sweepy-time, so we can do whatevew we want!

Juleficent: You already know the curse of eternal sleep!

(She beams and twirls Lil' Juleficent around.) 

Juleficent: You wonderful little witch! Mom must be very proud.

Lil' Juleficent: Yeah, momma da best! And Wuka, even if he a dumdum so’times! Daddy is wame, doh.

Juleficent: That goody two shoes... what a fool. It's a good thing your mother threw him overboard

Lil' Juleficent: Yeah, momma make him walk da pwank! Hee hee! She wouldn’ shoot da cannons at him, doh! Said it was a waste a ammo.

Juleficent: Blasted fae got away. But good riddance to him, and don't worry. You'll get your revenge on him soon. Now... how's Rose?

(The little goth blushed.)

Lil' Juleficent: She da best! She bwing me bwack licowice and she decowate my howns all pwetty!

Juleficent: Well you two are going to be quite the lovely pair one day. Now... come, I want to teach you how to turn Luka into a raven.

Lil' Juleficent: Imma make him my spy!

DiabLuka:

(The henchman watched with pride as his little self strummed away on his toy guitar.)

DiabLuka: Hey, little buddy, how’s it goin’?

Lil' DiabLuka: It okay. I makin a song for my bestest fwiends!

DiabLuka: That’s cool. Mari, Adrien and Kagami, right?

(Lil’ DiabLuka blushed and nodded slowly.)

Lil' DiabLuka: Uh huh! They vewy pwetty... thewe heawt song is wovewy. They evil heawt songs, cuz they evil wike me. So I wite a song bout bein bad. Bad is fun!

DiabLuka: Yeah, bein’ bad is fun! You help Jul with her plans?

Lil' DiabLuka: Yes! Im hew sidekick! We good with each othew, though sometimes I annoy hew, and she turn me into a biwd. But we stiww wove each othew and Mama. Mama a piwate!

DiabLuka: Heh heh! Yeah, she’s a wild one too! Was it fun watching her make Pop walk the plank?

(The infant grinned.)

Lil' DiabLuka: Uh huh, she make him go spwash spwash! Imma pway guitar, and evewyone gonna fowget about Daddy! Imma be the most evilwest wockstaw evew!

(DiabLuka pulled out his guitar, causing his young self to clap his hands eagerly.)

DiabLuka: You sure will, buddy! You wanna play some chords with me? I can teach you some new ones.

Lil' DiabLuka: Ooh, tank yoo, big me!

Alix Khan:

(The small Princess of the Jungle crept up behind her older self, before pouncing on Alix Khan’s leg.)

Lil' Alix Khan: I got you, big me!

(Alix Khan chuckled at this, happy to see that her little self knew about the art of stealth.)

Alix Khan: Oh yeah? 

(She gently removed Lil' Alix Khan from her leg.) 

Alix Khan: You're a sneaky little hybrid, aren't ya?

Lil' Alix Khan: Yeah! I fiewce. I’m gonna be da queen of da jungle, wike mama!

(The little hybrid cub let out an adorable roar. Alix Khan responded with a roar of her own.)

Alix Khan: That sounds like a good idea! Mom's an awesome queen!

Lil' Alix Khan: Yeah, momma da best! Evewybody ‘fraid’a her! Awe dey fraid’a us too, when we big?

(Alix Khan gave her a confident smile.)

Alix Khan: You bet! I'm the queen of the school, all the hybrids are afraid! Me and Ismael pratically run the joint. You like Ismael?

(She purred with joy in response.)

Lil' Alix Khan: Yeah, he my best fwiend! We pounce togeder! His momma not gweat wike ours doh.

Alix Khan: Well, don't you worry, Ismael's mom's not gonna be around for much longer

Lil' Alix Khan: Yay, bad queen go byebye!

Alix Khan: Oh, and stay away from fire. It's scary. You don't like fire do you?

(The toddler tensed up, rapidly shaking her head.)

Lil' Alix Khan: Nuh uh, no fiwe!

Alix Khan: That's good.

Ivan Oogie:

(The boogieman knew his little self was hiding somewhere, reading to scare him.)

Ivan Oogie: Now where is my lil buggy guy?

(Lil' Ivan Oogie gave an evil giggle as his shadow loomed behind Ivan. He jumped out at his big self, giving Ivan Oogie a genuine fright.)

Lil' Ivan Oogie: BOO!

Ivan Oogie: Oh no, ya got me!

(The little oogie giggled as tiny bugs fell out of his mouth.)

Lil' Ivan Oogie: I scawed you! Scawing people Iss fun! When I get big wike you, I gonna be da scawiest evew!

Ivan Oogie: Well that's a great thing to be. I'm sure ya have a lotta fun scaring people with Denise.

Lil' Ivan Oogie: Yeah, Denise Iss lossa fun! Theiw shadows awe coow and weal scawy! We use em to mess wif da teachews!

(Ivan Oogie laughed at this, with memories of giving teachers nightmares at school flooding into his head.)

Ivan Oogie:  As you should! And what 'bout Mylene? Y'all having fun with her? She's pretty, ain't she?

(The infant blushed and smiled even wider.)

Lil' Ivan Oogie: Da pwettiest! No tell Mawcy I say dat! Mywene wike Scawing peoples too, and she wike my bugs!

Ivan Oogie: Yep, lil Scallop's the best girl I've ever seen. And she's scary too. Which reminds me, I gotta present for ya.

(The infant’s eyes widen in curiosity.)

Lil' Ivan Oogie: What iss it?

(Ivan Oogie pulled out a tiny cooking pot.)

Ivan Oogie: Here, this is how y'all can be even scarier. You like stew?

Lil' Ivan Oogie: Yeah, Snake and Spidew stew da best!

Ivan Oogie: Well now, you can make people you like scarin into stew!

(Lil’ Ivan Oogie shouted with glee, bouncing up and down.)

Lil' Ivan Oogie: Yaaaay!

Ivan Oogie: Now come on... we gotta whole lotta people to terrorize.

Lil' Ivan Oogie: This gonna be fun!

Mylensula:

(The little sea witch toddled over to her counterpart, showing her the plush eels that she cherished so much.)

Lil' Mylensula: Dese awe my poopsies, I wove dem!

(She cuddled them as tight as she could.)

Lil’ Mylensula: I deir mama and Ivan deir papa!

Mylensula: And what wonderful poopsies they are. Do you have real ones at home?

Lil' Mylensula: Nah yet! They haven’t hatchded from deir eggs!

Mylensula: Don't worry sweetie, those little darlings will be out before you know it. So what do you like to do for fun?

Lil' Mylensula: I wike to pway wif Awya and Juwie, we awe use magics! You use magics too?

Mylensula: Absolutely! Alya, Juleka and I are still best friends. And there's one thing I love, and it's making deals. Do you like to make deals, sweetie?

(This really excited Lil’ Mylensula.)

Lil' Mylensula: Yeah, specially wif peopwe who have pwetty voices! Den I get to have dem!

(Mylensula cackled in agreement.)

Mylensula: And what do we call people who fall for our deals?

Lil' Mylensula: Poow unfowtunate sowls!

Mylensula: In pain and in need

(They both smile and think about the poor saps they get to con.)

Mylensula: Now what about Ivan, is he still your buggyboo?

Lil' Mylensula: Yeah! He my best fwiend! Ivan weally cute, but don’ tell him! He onwy wikes bein’ scawy!

Mylensula: Well, my spookums is a horrifying cutie. Ooh, does he visit you in your dreams, I mean "nightmares"?

Lil' Mylensula: Yeah! He twy and scawe me, and I twy and scawe him! Iss fun!

Mylensula: How romantic!

Madame Sabrina:

(Madame Sabrina’s stylish outfit was the first thing that her young counterpart noticed.)

Lil' Madame Sabrina: I wove youw cwothes!

Madame Sabrina: Well, you look just adorable! I love your necklace? Are those diamonds?

(The young girl clapped her hands and giggled.)

Lil’ Madame Sabrina: Yeah! I wove diamonds! I gonna hunt em one day. 

(She pulled out her plush crocodiles and showed them off.)

Lil’ Madame Sabrina: These my cwocs! I wove em!

Madame Sabrina: I love my croccies too! Their names are Marie and Napoleon!

Lil' Madame Sabrina: Oooh! Cwoccies fun! Do yoo awso wike Chwoe and Mawinette? Dey my best fwiends! Weww Mawinette can steaw my thundew sometimes, but Chwoe hewps us get awong.

Madame Sabrina: That’s good! Teamwork makes the schemes work! They’re my best friends too. We LOVE going shopping!

Lil' Madame Sabrina: Can we go shopping? I wanna wook fabuwous while huwting stupid mousies

Madame Sabrina: Of course, sweetie! You should always look your best when doing what you love! And there’s nothing more satisfying then watching a vile rodent suffer!

Lil' Madame Sabrina: Do I stiww have to wowk fow Mommy an Daddy in da pawn shop?

Madame Sabrina: Oh, goodness no! You’re going to be the one running things before you know it!

Lil’ Madame Sabrina: Hooway!

Lady Chloe:

(Lady Chloe stared at her toddler self with pride. She was still as ruthless and elegant as ever.)

Lady Chloe: Ah, even as a tot, I still carry myself grace and poise

(Lil’ Lady Chloe simply smiled and nodded in response.)

Lil' Lady Chloe: Iss impowtant to be a gwaceful wady. It show da peasants I bettew den dem.

Lady Chloe: Absolutely my dear. I take it you are already showing those plebians who's boss? What do you like to do?

Lil' Lady Chloe: I wike to make da peasants do what I say, ow else! And pway wif Mawi and Bwina! They fight wots, but dey wich and mean wike me, so I wike dem.

Lady Chloe: Ah yes, those two make quite the excellent chums. I'm sure you three go on the most wonderful shopping trips

Lil' Lady Chloe: Yeah, we get whatevew we want cuz I make daddy pay!

(They shared a soft giggle over the control of their father.)

Lady Chloe: Ah, father... what a sissy. It's a good thing he's wrapped around our fingers

Lil' Lady Chloe: Yeah! We spos’ta be in chawge! Not dummy daddy.

Lady Chloe: Alright, now let's join our two Marinettes and Sabrinas. We're going to have the ultimate shopping spree.

Lil' Lady Chloe: Wondewfuw! Uttewy wondwefuw!

LeOndine:

(The little henchgirl was mesmerized by how beautiful her older self was.

Lil' LeOndine: Oooh! You pwetty!

LeOnDine: Oh! Thank you! You’re pretty cute, yourself! I like your dress!

(Lil’ LeOndine just beamed and did a little twirl.)

Lil' LeOndine: It fow Kimmy! He da coowest!

LeOnDine: Yeah, yeah he is. I still love to swim, you know. I’m the best in school! …Well, except for Kim…

(LeOndine began to blush just thinking about him.)

Lil' LeOndine: I do anyting fow Kim. Annytingg

(The tot let out a creepy giggle as her older self nodded approvingly.)

LeOnDine: Well, that’s good! We have to be loyal if we want him to choose us to marry one day! I’ll be his perfect little wife….

Lil' LeOndine: Imma do all da cookin and cweaning. And den he wove me fowever and evew!

LeOnDine: Of course he will! We just have to show him there’s no better choice, don’t we?

Lil' LeOndine: Yep!

ZoeHans:

(ZoeHans let her mini counterpart vent about her situation in the Southern Isles.)

Lil' ZoeHans: I wike it hewe, a whowe wot. At home, evewybody is mean and stupid! I wish dey all go ‘way!

ZoeHans: Well.. there is a way to make them go away. I hope you don't wanna be a good guy, because the way to do it means you're a bad guy. Do you like being bad?

Lil' ZoeHans: Yeah! Bein’ bad is da best!

ZoeHans: Then it's simple, plan their demise. Kill them one by one, but make it look liike an accident. Don't you have a warrior in your class, Kagami? We're friends in my universe.

Lil' ZoeHans: Yeah, ‘Gami my fwiend! She like swowds, like me! We swowdfight!

ZoeHans: Well... she'll be perfect for the plan. When you're old enough, you'll merge kingdoms, and it'll be a breeze offing those morons.

Lil’ ZoeHans: Yaaaay! And me and Cosette wiww ruwe da Soudern Iswes!

ZoeHans: Cosette... they're a sweet one, aren't they?

Lil’ ZoeHans: Yeah, Dey da best! I wike combing deir wool, Dey onwy wet me do it!

(Lil’ ZoeHans giggles at this.)

ZoeHans: It's a luxury only we deserve. Now, do you have a real sword yet?

Lil’ ZoeHans: No! Dumb teachew say we too smaw for weal weapons!

ZoeHans: Well... I disagree with that. Here, take this sword. Some of my friends used magic to make this one a little smaller. I hope you like it

(She squeals with glee as ZoeHans hands her the tiny sword, swinging it around.)

Lil’ ZoeHans: Tank yoo, tank yoo!

ZoeHans: You're welcome, now go take your revenge!

Cosetteweather:

(Upon seeing it’s older self, Lil’ Cosetteweather put on an act of innocence, pretending to be a shy and sweet little hybrid.

Lil' Cosetteweather: Hi, big me…

(Cosetteweather just gave them a knowing smile.)

Cosetteweather: Now come on, you know I'm not falling for that.

(The toddler giggles, dropping her naive act.)

Lil' Cosetteweather: I don’ wike actin’ nice fow people, I wike bein’ bad! But momma and daddy say peopwe gotta wike you! 

(It rolled their little eyes.)

Cosetteweather: Well... sure, only to get what you want. It's all a game, and you're gonna win.

Lil' Cosetteweather: Yeah, me and ZoZo! 

(A blush crossed its little cheeks.)

Cosetteweather: Zoe's cute, isn't she? So are you her little running mate? What do you guys like to do?

Lil' Cosetteweather: We wike to pway pwetend queens! And be da bosses’a evewyting!

Cosetteweather: Well we're doing that too, except she's the president, and I'm the vice president

(Lil' Cosetteweather gave a confused bleat, it didn’t know what those words meant.)

Lil' Cosetteweather: Pwesent? Fow who?

Cosetteweather: Nope. Say it like this pre-si-dent. And then vice pre-si-dent

Lil' Cosetteweather: Pwes-a-dent. Vie Pwes-a-dent.

Cosettweather: There we go! Alright, so a President gets to do whatever they want, except they don't get to do it forever, and the vice president's like their secretary, only they have a lotta power as well

Lil' Cosetteweather: Coow! I be ZoZo’s vie pwesadent! We be da bosses!

Cosetteweather: Yep! And once you take over the school, and Zoe gets rid of her family, she'll make you a queen, and you'll rule together! At least, that's my plan, so it'll be yours too, I bet!

Lil' Cosetteweather: Yay!

Cosetteweather: Now, lemme comb your wool, it's lookin pretty messy

Lil' Cosetteweather: Weww, ZoZo always do it, but you me, so dats okay!

MimRore:

(The demented witch gasped and giggled with joy as she saw her little self turning random students into animals.)

MimRore: Ooh! A little version of me! How delightfully dreaful!

(Lil’ MimRore shrieked happily and clapped her hands upon seeing big MimRore.)

Lil' MimRore: BIG ME BIG ME! YAAAY!

(MimRore cackled madly and spun Lil’ MimRore around.)

MimRore: MINI ME! MINI ME! YIPPEE!

(She let the toddler go.)

Lil' MimRore: I know how ta tuwn into stuff! Wook!

(Scrunching up her face, she transformed into a frog, then a lizard, and then into a beaver, before transforming back.)

MimRore: Quite wonderful! But watch this! 

(She turned into a crocodile, a dragon, and a chicken, before transforming back as well. Her little self cheered and clapped her hands.)

Lil' MimRore: Big me shayshif tooo! Iss Miwi still my best fwiend when I big! I wike Miwi wots!

MimRore: YES YES YEEESSS!!! Mireille's my darling goddess, and we have soo much fun together! Do you like to have fun?

Lil' MimRore: Yeah Yeah Yeah! Bein’ bad is most fun!

(The infant let out a psychotic giggle.)

MimRore: Oh well we do LOTS of bad things! Miri and I are also the weather girls at school! You love the weather, right?

Lil' MimRore: YEAH! I wove ta change it like momma does!

MimRore: Oh you definitely will! The weather's your toy to play with! 

MimRore: Now, LET'S HAVE SOME FUN!

Lil' MimRore: EEEEE!!!

(They transformed into dragons, bursting out of the school, ready to cause trouble.)

Miriedes:

(The Goddess of Death held her hand out for their little self to shake.)

Mireides: Hey there, squirt. How ya doin’? 

(Lil’ Mireides shook it, with a frown on her face.

Lil' Mireides: I do okay, I guess...

Mireides: Somethin’ wrong, mini me?

Lil' Mireides: Daddy hate me! He gave me hooman name, and tell me I no meant to say a wowd. My bwothews and sistews no say nothin! They don't wike me wanning ta be baddie

Mireides: Well, let me tell you something. Those yahoos, they don’t matter. They’re just a bunch’a creeps who think they’re hot stuff. Look around you, shortstack, these guys? They’re gonna be all the family you need! Don’t let those so-called ‘Gods’ get you down!

Lil' Mireides: Yeah! I got new famiwy! Ooh, Imma wowk wif em and we gonna take Owympus! Ooh ooh! I got my titans too! And Cewebus, he my puppy! Nice doggie!

(Hearing his name, the three-headed pup dashed over and jumped on his mistress, making her squeal.)

Mireides: Yeah, he’s a good boy. It’s kinda nice seein’ him this small again! 

(She gingerly pet the pups head, hearing him let out an appreciative bark. Lil’ Mireides gasped with joy.)

Lil' Mireides: He become big doggie?!

Mireides: REAL big.

(The tot then frowned once again.)

Lil' Mireides:  Do we gotta deaw wif hewoes? I don wike hewoes.

Mireides: A few. But don’t you worry. Those yutzes are no match for us and our friends!

Lil' Mireides: What bout Auwowe? I wike hew and she wike me

(The two villains blushed at the thought of MimRore.)

Mireides: Yeah, don’t worry. That nut’s gonna be around a long time!

Lil' Mireides: Is undewowld any bettew? It fun sometimes, but souws awe annoying

Mireides: Yeah, they’re pests, aren’t they? That’s something that doesn’t change, but we’re headed to better places, aren’t we?

Lil' Mireides: Yoo bet! I wove yoo big me!

Mireides: Right back at ya, baby me! Oh, and make sure you tell your titans everything they gotta do. They may be big guys but they don’t have big brains!

Kagami Yu:

(The tiny warlord cooed in awe of her big self.)

Lil' Kagami Yu: Yoo got loss of awmow. Awe you a wawwiow?

Kagami Yu: That's right little one. While I am only a teenager, I have proven myself on the battlefield. I've killed hundreds, innocents, soldiers, either way, I feel so much joy when taking a life. Do you like hurting people?

Lil' Kagami Yu: Yeah, I wike huwting dem wif my fists and wif my swowd! Wish swowd was weal, doh!

Kagami Yu: That can be arranged. 

(She handed Lil’ Kagmami Yu a small sword, the baby warrior eagerly accepted it.)

Lil' Kagami Yu: Tank you, big me! Now I be wawwiow wike you! I be a bettew wawwiow Dan mama! Den she won’t teww me what ta do no mowe!

Kagami Yu: That blind fool won't tell you what to do, that's for sure. When I graduate, I'm gonig to invade China. You don't like China, do you?

Lil' Kagami Yu: Nuh uh, Dey think Dey da big boss! Empewow an old dumdum!

Kagami Yu: Well, I'm sure that you and Zoe will have no problem taking over once you merge nations. You like Zoe, don't you?

Lil' Kagami Yu: Yeah, we bof wike swowds! We fight wif swowds, but I awways win!

Kagami Yu: She'll get better, trust me. And I'm sure you have a group of "special friends" am I correct?

Lil' Kagami Yu: Yeah, Mawi, Adwien and Wuka. Dey my besties fwiends! *She blushes*

Kagami Yu: I remember when we first met them, we only wanted Mari, and the rest were our rivals. I bet that was the same for you

Lil' Kagami Yu: Yeah, me an’ Adwien would fight a wot. Mawi wiked dat. She awso wike when Wuka pway musics fow hew!

Kagami Yu: That dastardly crew... well I'm sure you have great times together. What do you four like to do for fun?

Lil' Kagami Yu: Make eviw pwans! We gonna take ovew da wowld!

Kagami Yu: And with the help of all our classmates, the world is going to be ours.

(The two Kagami Yus laughed evilly, with Kagami Yu ruffling Lil' Kagami Yu's hair.)

Jeanatoa:

(The glimmer and gleam on Jeanatoa’s outfit caused the crab-hybrid infant to shriek with glee.)

Lil' Jeanatoa: Yoo shiny! You weawwy shiny!

Jeanatoa: Well, of course, baby! I’m one dazzling crab and it looks like you’re on your way there too!

Lil' Jeanatoa: Uh huh. I wove gowd! It pwetty! 

(He pouted and crossed his arms.)

Lil’ Jeanatoa: Mama and dada no wike it. Say I gotta be modewst, wike Gwamma

Jeanatoa: Oh, never mind those old fuddy-duddies! They just don’t get it, and neither does that old bat, who was delicious by the way!

Lil' Jeanatoa: I wanna eat Gwamma too! She wook yummy! What yoo do as big hybwid? Yoo steaw tings?

Jeanatoa: Of course, my little snapper! Anything to make me as shiny as can be! If they won’t use their bling right, why should they have it?

Lil' Jeanatoa: Yeah! We desewve da bwing. Ooh! Is Weshma stiww ouw buddy? We steaw togethew, but sometimes she twy and take my stuff! I take hew stuff too, tho, cuz it shiny

Jeanatoa: Yep, we’re still buddies! We’ve planned out some epic heists, though splitting the haul CAN be tough sometimes! You like acting, mini me?

Lil' Jeanatoa: I WOVE IT! Imma be a staw! Nino good fwiend of mine. He gonna put me in moviews and we scam peopwe

Jeanatoa: You bet you will! Just remember, the whole world is your stage, so make sure you’re always KILLING it! And you make sure Nino gives you your cut, okay?

Lil' Jeanatoa: I pwomise! And Nino's gonna gimme a cut, or I pinch him. I wownt kiww him tho, cuz we all fwiends and pwomise not to give each othew too bad booboos.

Jeanatoa: Right!

Reshma Hook:

(The tiny Reshma Hook was awe-inspired by her older self. She toddled up to her, wanting to touch the hook on her hand.)

Lil' Reshma Hook: Wooow, you got a hooky hand!

Reshma Hook: Well, it's actually fake! 

(She took it off and showed her real hand, causing the tot to gasp once again.)

Resma Hook: I use it for battle. Great for when you need to attack in a pinch. Comes with being a pirate.

Lil' Reshma Hook: You a piwate?! A weal one, wike mama?!

Reshma Hook: That's right! I'm first-mate to Captain Anarka, much to my displeasure. If my plan works, I'll be the new captain. That's how I met Juleka as a baby, just like you. Are your mom and Anarka still friends, like they are in my place?

(Lil’ Reshma Hook nodded eagerly. She loved hanging out with JuJu.!)

Lil' Reshma Hook: Yeah, dey come ovew and talk wots, but I get to pway wif Juwie, so Iss fun!

Reshma Hook: That loveable enchantress. Now what do you love to play?

Lil' Reshma Hook: Piwates and witchies! We pwetend to steaw fwom ships and attacks countwies, take deir tweasuwe!

Reshma Hook: I remember that game! I loved playing it with Julie when I was a lass.

Lil' Reshma Hook: You attack any pwaces, steaw deir tweasuwe?

Reshma Hook: Yep! No place's too big for a swashbuckler like me! Well, except Neverland. I tried attacking the place while Cap'n Narka was sick, and it blew up in my face. Blasted fairies!

Lil' Reshma Hook: Faiwies dumb! I don’t wike faiwies. Don’t wike croccoes eidew!

(The little girl shivered at the same time as her counterpart.)

Reshma Hook: Worst of all is Tick Tock. He nearly took my arm off! It's a good thing I had Juleka to back me up, otherwise, Anarka woulda had me walk the plank.

Lil' Reshma Hook: Walk da pwank no fun. Juwie good fwiend!

(Reshma Hook scooped up her little self, smiling at hearing her shriek of glee.)

Reshma Hook: Come on, let's go on a little plundering trip together!

Lil' Reshma Hook: Yaaay!

Simon Frollo:

 (The minister in training gave a judgemental look to his little self, wanting to see how devoted he was.)

Simon Frollo: I hope you recognize the importance of the lord?

Lil' Simon Frollo: Yes. The wowd of God is supweme waw, else you go to down to bad place!

Simon Frollo: Quite right, my boy. And how do we make sure others do not sin?

Lil' Simon Frollo: Punish dem when Dey bad! Den dey leawn! If Dey no leawn, dey go bye bye!

Simon Frollo: Exactly. But... it is fine for us to sin, isn't it. We have a holy love for villainy.

(They share a soft chuckle.)

Lil' Simon Frollo: Yeah, bein’ bad okay fow us! Don’ mattew what dada say, he a wame dumdum!

Simon Frollo: That fool will be replaced as Minister soon enough. Then we'll be in control of Ireland. And we won't be alone, you've got all your friends from class. Do you have anyone... special?

(The infant blushed as red as his hair.)

Lil' Simon Frollo: I wike Denise, a wot. Dey a witch, but…I wike dem.

(Simon Frollo blushed as well, clearing his throat.)

Simon Frollo:  Aaah, that sinful shadow witch. They bring hellfire to my skin. Do they use shadows to tease you?

Lil' Simon Frollo: Y-yeah. Dey take my hat and won’t gif it back less I pway wif dem.

Simon Frollo: Well, don't worry. You two are going to be quite the lovely pair.

(They noticed the shadows of the two Doctor Cabellos. Doctor Cabello’s was blowing Simon Frollo a kiss, while Lil’ Doctor Cabello’s put bunny ears behind Lil’ Simon Frollo.)

Simon Frollo: Speak of the devils…

(The two Doctor Cabellos' giggled.)

Lil' Doctor Cabello: Choiw boy!

Doctor Cabello:

(Lil’ Doctor Cabello giggled and clapped their hands as their big self’s shadow danced and made funny faces at them.)

Lil’ Doctor Cabello: Shadow funny!

Doctor Cabello: You like that, little buddy? I notice you got a spunky shadow yourself!

Lil' Doctor Cabello: Yeah, my wike ya pway wif me! We mess wif da hewoes…and wif Simon.

Doctor Cabello: Mmmm... Choir boy's a cutie, aint he? I bet you love to drive him crazy.

Lil' Doctor Cabello: Yeah! So’times I make shadow take his hat till he pway wif me! He gess mad, Iss funny.

(The shadow doctor chuckled at this.)

Doctor Cabello: Well you make sure to keep him around. You two are gonna have some real fun together. Speaking of which.. 

(They pulled out a pack of tarot cards.)

Lil' Doctor Cabello: Yaay, I wike tawots!

Doctor Cabello: These are for you. They're gonna help you when you're conning some poor suckers. You know how to con people yet? You any good at hoodoo?

Lil' Doctor Cabello: I twyin’ to leawn! But momma and daddy awways teww me no! They bowing!

Doctor Cabello: Well they're a bunch of squares. If they or your goody good of a sister ever try to stop you again, introduce them to your friends on the other side. You have friends on the other side?

(The tiny Doctor eagerly nodded.)

Lil' Doctor Cabello: Yeah, my fwiends scawy and Dey wike bein’ bad, wike me!

Doctor Cabello: And what about Ivan. He's fun and scary too!

Lil' Doctor Cabello: Yeah, Ivan scawy and I wike his buggies! He wike my shadows! We scawe da teachews lots!

Doctor Cabello: That's my lil’ shadow witch! 

(They noticed the small talisman on Lil’ Doctor Cabello.)

Doctor Cabello: That's a pretty thing y'all got there.

Lil' Doctor Cabello: Fwiends give it to me! Dey say it hewp me talk to dem! And use da hoodoo!

Doctor Cabello: Well that's wonderful. Hey... wanna wreak some havoc on Paris?

Lil' Doctor Cabello: Yeah!

(They partake in a bout of evil laughter.)

IsmaScar:

(IsmaScar immediately noticed the frown on his young self’s face.)

IsmaScar: What's wrong, little prince? You look uncharacteristically glum.

Lil' IsmaScar: Mama was mean to me again today, she stiww caww me a pwincess.

(At the memory of his rotten mother, the King of the Savannah growled with rage.)

IsmaScar: That fool ignores that you have the heart and mind of a king! You are destined to have the throne!

Lil' IsmaScar: Big me weawwy fink so?

IsmaScar: I know so! You want to be King, right?

Lil' IsmaScar: Yeah! I wanna be king! Wike dada!

IsmaScar: Then be prepared to do anything to get it. The strongest survive, and the weak perish!

Lil' IsmaScar: Yeah, I be pwepawed. I be stwong!

IsmaScar: Well look out for her kicking you to the Outlands. If that happens, become friends with the hyenas. They're looking for a strong leader.

Lil' IsmaScar: Okay, big me! I get hyena fwiends! 

(Grinning, He stalked closer to his big self in a pouncing stance. IsmaScar smirked and pretended not to notice.)

Lil' IsmaScar: RAAAHH! 

(The little hybrid pounced on his big self, giggling.)

Lil’ IsmaScar: I got you!

(The teen king winced in mock pain.)

IsmaScar: Ohhh the agony and unexpected betrayal!

(The two began to play wrestle on the ground, growling playfully.)

Lacey Gothel:

(Lacey Gothel stayed hidden in her hooded cloak, lurking up to her little self, ready to give a dramatic scare.)

Lil' Lacey Gothel: Hewwo, big me!

(The serial killer blinked in shock.)

Lacey Gothel: Well, don’t you have quite the sharp senses, little one.

Lil' Lacey Gothel: I gotta! I gonna be a kiwwew one day 

(She hides underneath Lacey Gothel’s black cloak.)

Lil’ Lacey Gothel: Cwoak is spooky! Why weaw it?

Lacey Gothel: Why, it gives us that extra frightening edge, my dear. And it’s perfect for slinking around, going unnoticed! 

(She laughed evily, raising her arms in a threatening manner. The toddler giggled at this, and then frowned upon her sudden realization.)

Lil' Lacey Gothel: Why yoo owder? I don wanna be owd!

Lacey Gothel: Not to worry, little one! We won’t get wrinkles if I can help it! Have you ever heard of the sundrop flower?

Lil' Lacey Gothel: Wats dat? Sounds pwetty

Lacey Gothel: Well, it’s a magical golden flower that, when you sing a special song to it, can heal anything, even old age!

Lil' Lacey Gothel: Yoo not weawwy a old wady alweady, wight? Yoo onwy kid?

Lacey Gothel: Not to worry, my dear. I’m but 14 years old! And I don’t intend to age much beyond that!

Lil' Lacey Gothel: Weww, would yoo age fow fwiends at gwaduation? Dat way yoo can be pwetty aduwt!

Lacey Gothel: Well….Yes, I suppose so. I wouldn’t want them to leave me behind, would I?

Lil' Lacey Gothel: Nuh uh! I gonna do da same. I gonna stab hewoes! If onwy I had weaw knifey.

Lacey Gothel: Would this one do? 

(She pulled out her smallest dagger, giving it to her toddler self, who squealed happily.)

Lil' Lacey Gothel: Yeah! I gonna stawt kiwwing now! Tank yoo, big me. We know best! 

(She climbed up to Lacey Gothel, who smothers the toddler in her cloak, lovingly stroking her mini self's hair.)

And it’s finally done! This took awhile, but it was worth it. Stay tuned for Artzy’s sequel to the Kagami Crossover, which should come out next week at the earliest. As always, make sure to reblog, reply, ask, and post to let us know about your thoughts on the content. @artzychic27 @msweebyness 

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Loona Inside

Wipe away that messy fursona and you never know who'll be beneath it! For the Henchgirls! Happy HRTversary!!

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tiffany: woman who was abandoned as a lil kid and would now do ANYTHING to be seen as valuable and lovable by ANYONE, including putting herself in the line of danger. will annoy people into giving her attention, adores anyone who gives her any neutral/positive attention. rough and tumble tomboy sort, but can be SO loving if someone is loving towards her. very henchgirl coded, love language of acts of crimes i mean service. (plop her into any verse btw, no need to keep it pacrim. ;3 )

So this is.... More than 100 words. I hope you enjoy!

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Energy thrums through her veins as she makes her way downstairs, settling at the worn old table. She’d like to think she’s hiding it well, but judging by the suspicious glances John, Henry, and her mom shoot her, she’s really not. Henry’s eyes linger on her the longest, sharp and assessing, and just a bit fearful. Which is ridiculous, really; she’s only pranked him like once (okay, maybe twice, but the second time it was really more payback, so). In any case, he has nothing to worry about this morning. Unlike some people. 

She smiles back brightly. “Hiya! Did you sleep okay?”

“Should I not have?”

“No, I just-”

The sound that slips from her mom’s lips can only be called a snort. It’s quick, soft, a moment there and gone in a heartbeat, but it’s enough to let Tiffany know that someone else has come down to breakfast. 

“Nikola, what a-delightfully bold look!” There’s only the slightest wobble to her mom’s voice, just a hint of amusement. “I could never pull it off myself, of course, but I think on you it’s quite-” She pauses. Takes a deep breath. “Memorable.” 

Henry finally dares look away from Tiffany to see what’s going on, and Tiffany takes that as her cue to look at her masterpiece: every hair on Nikola Tesla’s head, now electric blue. (In her defense, who uses blue shampoo? It’s like he was asking for someone to slip color into it. And, hey, he likes electricity, right? Electric blue should be perfect for him.) His lips are pressed tightly together, irritation written across his face.

Silence falls across the room for five long seconds. Then, John breaks, laughing loud and full. The others follow suit, and Tiffany inhales, letting their joy wash over her. Man, she’s never going to let Tesla forget about this. 

The man in question scowls, turning to John. “Johnny, can you please control your daughter?” He snaps, and the humor drains from Tiffany in a heartbeat, replaced with ice cold dread. 

Because John’s-John’s great, and he married her mom, and he makes her mom happy. He’s good to them, to all of them, and he treats them like absolute royalty. But she knows-she knows better than to think that he-

He-

He had a daughter, once. Had. Lost. Never even got to bury. He may love Tiffany, may protect her and spend time with her and give her what she needs, but that doesn’t mean she has the right to call him dad. Only one girl ever had that right, and Tiffany knows she’ll never be able to compare. John’s going to get mad at Tesla, they’re going to fight, and then Dr. Magnus will be mad at all of them, and it’ll all be Tiffany’s fault.

“Sweetheart?” John says suddenly, and Tiffany pauses, gathering herself. He always does that: tosses out pet names for them, with ease but not with flippancy, like-like he means them. 

She swallows. “Yeah?”

“Dark green for next time, hm?” He smiles at her, warm and fond, and she shoves a bite of food in her mouth to hide the sob that works its way up her chest and into her throat. He isn’t angry; he’s amused and happy, and he loves her, and he didn’t argue when Tesla called her his daughter, and maybe, just maybe, this is real. 

He trades a glance with her mom that’s all sappy and loving, and Tiffany pretends to roll her eyes, but she doubts she’s convincing anyone. 

(There is another glance she does not-will not-see: A half smile, there and gone in an instant, from a man born of lightning and loneliness, who has always been too much and not enough all at once. He knows what it is to scream in sarcasm and mischief because it is the only love language you’ve ever learned, to annoy because it is easier than to beg for love. He knows exactly what gift he’s given her, and some blue hair is a small price to pay for it.)

[deciphertheriddler]

An interesting thing about Edward is about how charismatic/charming/whatever word you want to use he is while clearly not being typically charismatic.

This is something that is not only about the Matt Reeves version (in reality it's mostly about other versions). Riddler is usually portrayed as being cocky, annoying, talks far too much - and yet, he has allies. There's comics were his henchmen do everything to cheer him up when he wanted to give up his schemes. There's instances were others help him out when there isn't a personal reason involved. Sometimes he even counts on the fact other people will help him to get out of situations.

He has his permanent henchgirls Query and Echo which I think is important because it shows that he works with familiar people. His arrangements seem more personal.

Everyone at Pandora's box seem to like him. He is shown as having friends and connections even when everyone is tired of his specific type of bullshit.

And coming back to Reeves version: he did get 500 followers. As a former streamer, this is not so easy, specially considering he is not using the usual platforms. He has to have some sort of charm.

Coming to my Riddler and how I write him, it's important to notice that while it's super important to his backstory how he had trouble interacting with people in the past, it's also very important to see the connections he's able to do after becoming the Riddler. In some ways, being the Riddler is what saves him, is his own happy ending: he embraces his weirdness, his quirks, and shines best when he realizes he's not your usual person and will never be.

He then proceeds to be an odd likeable person. Online it's easier because he can be more funny, more free, generally more open and show his emotions in an easier way than trying to convey that in person.

But in person he also manages to do that. Even though being his friend, caring for him, being close to him, will never be an easy experience. In the comics, often times its about his lack of willingness to speak plainly or even to just shut up. Here, it also plays off on his trauma and several deteriorated mental health.

It's interesting to me to see that, without me ever prompting or discussing it, I often see in some threads his friends stepping up to be on the caretaking role when he needs it (and he does need it, which I have talked briefly about).

Being close to him will always be an emotionally draining experience, which is not always something he can even control. And yet, I can say that he successfully is able to keep people around that are willing to stay around for him.

He's would hardly see this quality in himself, but it's a very interesting thing. Riddler is a social character in a way, and that's important.

We can also trace it back to the rats Eddie likes to bring up, rats are also very social and thrive in groups. Lonely, individualist Edward also does a lot better when he has company.

[riddlcr]

Riddler is well aware that Query and Echo value each other more than him. It’s been like this since the beginning. He meet them at gunpoint, after all.

Kindred souls. When a group of people are connected, with a bond from the soul so strongly, that the souls become one. Query and Echo will always be his henchgirls, he has the brains and they have the muscles but Riddler respects them.

In their origin story he names their get away boat after them

he opens up to them and isn’t afraid to truly say how he feels and they roll with it even tho a lot of his henchmen kind of ignore him. They seem to be the only people in his crew that he bothers asking riddles to as well. It’s important to know that they split the money equality each time

Which is pretty rare for henchmen, as they usually get a smaller cut than the boss. Not even Riddler’s other henchmen don’t get that kind of deal.

Riddler’s also very quick to forgive their transgressions against him. In Riddle of the Jinxed Sphinx, Query and Echo (written as Quiz at the time) betrayed Riddler and was hinted that they were ready to kill him for 50k. However Riddler’s anger was directed more towards Jilly than his girls.

Even after being placed in Arkham and having a chance to think it over, he believes Query and Echo were right for not wanting him to send the riddle but he just can’t help who he is.

It’s never explored in the comics but Riddler seems to truly enjoy his time with them and Query and Echo seem to mainly be interested in henching for him. Only taking odd jobs when Riddler’s stuck in Arkham. So i feel it’s fair to say that Riddler has a major soft spot for the girls. Not enough that he’d risk his life for them, but more than happy to ignore their flaws if it means keeping their company.

[blahwithasideofblah]

Harleen and Bruce in med school

Harleen’s a gifted child who got into college 2 years early and is current fast tracking toward her degree. Bruce has taken 5 gap years because he does not want to go to school, but Alfred won’t let him do his mission unless he at least knows how to sew up wounds. Neither of them have any social skills, so when they end up sitting next to each other in the same class and Bruce finds Harleen passed out in the lounge, they mutually agree to be study budies.

They almost never talk, but goddammit if they aren't gonna pass this class together.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harleen’s devastated when Bruce drops out, but they still text each other constantly. He’ll ask her random questions about how to treat wounds or brokem bones (which Harleen can’t answer because she’s a psychologist not a medical doctor Bruce!) and she’ll text him random facts and study material (which is actually really helpful in detecting brain damage and concussions in crime scene victims).

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Harleen graduates, Bruce is at her graduation and after, helps to secure her a job at Arkham.

He’s so proud of his study buddy because he knows she’ll help the rogues and take them off the street!

And he’s so happy because it means he gets to see her whenever he drops a rogue off, even if they can’t interact.

When she’s assigned the Joker, he’s concerned, but he trusts her. They’re still friends and they still text.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After a while, the texts start to get shorter, more infrequent, more impersonal.

He blames it on the job. The Joker’s exhausting to deal with, he knows, he’s been dealing with this clown for years.

He doesn’t even suspect something’s wrong until she breaks into tears when he brings in the Joker again. She was distraught, begging that “her Joker” would be taken care of, screaming at Batman for hurting him. He’d never seen her like that before.

He’s on his way to Arkham as Bruce Wayne the next morning when he gets the news that the Joker’s escaped again and Harleen’s missing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harley Quinn appears.

The henchgirl/girlfriend of the Joker.

He doesn’t want to believe it, he can’t believe, he won’t believe it.

But it’s her.

His study buddy. The girl who shared cookies with him during late nights. The young woman who jumped up into his arms when she got her diploma. The quirky, smarter-than-him, straight-A student who would draw stupid, funny pictures in his notebook when he was getting stressed.

His best friend.

His only friend.

[animation-recaps-by-sean]

Gravity Falls Beyond the Woods Chapter Three

Almost year long hiatus? What almost year long hiatus?

Dipper and Wendy’s daughter prepare for a big day when Wendy gets some news. 

Rated T for blood and violence

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The bell rang and the students got and left their sixth grade class for the summer. Two students stood out due to their red hair and height. The two twins were only 12 but could easily pass for 16. Ty and Rose stood a foot above the rest of their peers. Rose was very excited for the summer. Summer meant adventure. Summer meant mystery!

She had grown up listening to stories about her Dad and Aunt Mabel fighting gnomes and solving the mystery of the journals. Now on her twelfth summer, maybe it was her turn. But before that she had other business.

“Mom coming in twenty minutes, I’ll be outside shooting hoops.” Tyrone was much more popular than Rose. While height had made her a bit of a paria among peers outside her friend group, it had made Ty very popular. Star basketball player, big hit with the other boys in school. He has had the gall to have dated several of them all while Rose had never even kissed a boy.

Rose made her way to her locker, where she was greeted by her friends, Grace and Megan. Grace was African-American while Megan was latina. Both were of average height with their classmates, which means they were far shorter than Rose.

“You’re ready for tomorrow?” Grace asked.

“Ah, about as ready as one can be.”

“Come on Rose, we know that you can do it,” Megan said encouragely. Did ya bring the sword?”

Rose blew a raspberry. “The school wouldn’t let me bring it. It’s so stupid. It’s not even sharp.” Tyrone may have the court, but Rose has fencing.

Across the country, a teacher was saying goodbye to her class. Mabel strolled down the classroom, passing rows of kindergarteners. “It’s been a wonderful year, children, I’ll miss you all so much.”

“We’ll miss you too Mrs. Pines-Northwest!” The kids got out of their chairs and rushed over to hug the crying teacher.

After class, Mabel cleaned her face in the bathroom. Damn, saying goodbye was the hardest part of being a teacher. After washing up, she walked out to her sports car, a gift from her wife. The vehicle's black color stood out against the bright background of California wine country. She drove out of the suburbs and into the farmland, music blaring. She passed barns filled with cows, horses, and ostriches.  

She reached the vineyards passing rows and rows of grapes. A smile broke out on her face when she saw her house sitting on the hill. She drove up to the gate and punched in the code. Driving up the road, she spotted her loving wife working in the field.

Pacifica was looking at the grapes. The former heiress wore overalls, coated with dirt. She had long stopped bleaching her hair, leaving it her natural dirty blonde. The long locks she wore as a child had been cut down to a pixie cut. The same style she had since college. After parking the car, Mabel got out and greeted Pacifica with a kiss.

“How was the last day of school?”

“Tough. It always is.” Mabel sighed. “Why do the kids move on to a new teacher every year!”

“Now, now. You’ll be just as attached to next year’s class.” Pacifica gave her a hug. “The kids are inside. I’m going to take a bath.”

“Bubble?”

“Of course.”

“Love you.”

As Mabel entered the house, her phone lit up. It was her twin. “Dipper what’s up!” She placed her puse on the kitchen counter.

“Doing alright after saying goodbye?”

“Yeah, how do you deal?”

“Well, I got college students so…”

Mabel blew a raspberry. “You got no soul Mr Pines.” At this moment Stanley walked in, Mabel and Pacifica’s son was five with dirty blonde hair. This was his last summer before he starts Kindergarten. “So, how’s Rosie? Is she excited for the big day tomorrow?”

Stan tugged on Mabel’s dress. “Mommy, I want a cookie.”

Mabel placed her hand over the speaker and turned her attention to her young son. “Mommy’s on the phone, go ask your mother.”

The young boy shrugged. He wandered over to the bathroom. He reached up and opened the door. The boy’s second mother was relaxing in a tub filled with bubbles. “Mom, can I have a cookie?”

Without opening her eyes she said, “Go ask your mother sweetie.”

Young Stan turned around and walked back to the kitchen. “Mommy can I have a cookie?”

“Any plans for the summer… hold on. Go ask your mother honey.”

Stan once again made the track to the bathroom. “Mom I really want a cookie. Can I have one?”

“Go ask your mother.” The blonde replied again.

The boy made his way back to the kitchen and asked, “Mommy can I have a cookie.”

“I told you to ask your mother!” Mabel said a little louder than she intended. If it bothered Stan, he didn’t show it. He just walked back to the bathroom, earning the attention of Ashley whose head peaked out of her room. She was a seventeen year old african-american girl who was Mabel and Pacifica’s foster daughter. She had been living with the Pines-Northwests for a year and a half. She was reading a robotic magazine when Mabel shouting drew her out of her head.

Stan walked into the bathroom asking, “Mom can I have a-”

“GO ASK YOUR MOTHER!”

Rose was standing in front of the school, waiting for both her brother and her mother to come. She wished that her father was coming to pick her up as Mom tended to be a bit.. embarrassing at times. But Dad was a busy important man. She could understand that he couldn’t pick her up everytime. Her thoughts were interrupted by a shrill voice.

“Hey daddy long legs, ready to embarrass yourself tomorrow?”

Rose sighed through her nose. “Hey Margaret,” Rose hissed at the popular mean girl.

Margaret was flanked by her two lackeys. “How much do you wanna bet she trips over her front feet?”

One of the girls next to her laughed, “Yeah, how’s the weather up there.”

Margaret exploded at her friend. “That’s not what we’re talking about Stacy! God, can't you think up something clever? Just shut up Stacy! Just shut up!” The mean girl pinched the bridge of her nose as she tried to calm herself down.

Rose could help but ask, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“I said I’m fine!”

The girls stood in front of the school unsure what to do now. The awkwardness hung in the air thick. A honk from a large fire truck pulled everyone out of their funk.

Wendy’s head popped out of the window. “Hey Rosie, Mom brought the fire truck.”

Margaret icily said, “Try not to rib off another locker door Mommy’s girl.” She stormed off, leaving her henchgirls to scramble after her.

Rose got in the fire truck, emotionally exhausted. Wendy picked up on something.

“Was that girl picking on you? Do you want me to punch her in her face?”

“Mom! You just can’t punch girls in their face. Can we just get home?”

“Where’s your brother?”

“Around the corner at the basketball court.”

As the Pines family settled in their apartment, Wendy heard her phone go ding. An email from her brother Marcus. They were having a Corduroy family reunion this summer, hosted by their father at Gravity Falls Organ. Great. She sent a reply confirming that she and her brood will attend. At least Rosie will be happy.

And her family wasn’t the only people still in Gravity Falls. She decided to call Tambry.

Tambry answered, “Wendy! How’s my favorite girl?”

“Seeing you soon actually. Can you talk?”

“Yeah, I’m not during anything. What’s up?”

“Dad’s hosting the next family reunion. So I’ll be in town in June.”

“Oof, hosting all those Corduroys sounds like an event.”

“Yeah, our family gathering can get pretty… pretty intense.”

“Too bad I’ll have to miss it. I’m traveling for work all June. In fact I’m in Chicago right now.”

“But didn’t you and Robbie like, just have a baby?”

“That was months ago.”

“Ah what do you do again.”

“I’m an associate statistician for cosmetic sales.”

“And what does that intel?”

“Oh it’s very technical. You properly wouldn’t understand.” Wendy rolled her eyes at that. “Well, I’ll tell Robbie that you and Dipper will be in town.”

Wendy heard gunshots over the phone. She pulled it away flinching. “Tambry are you okay?”

“Oh yeah. The asshole in the room next to mine is watching a movie and he has no idea how sound must work!” Wendy heard a few more gunshots and some sobbing. “I might as well be watching the damn thing myself.”

Tambry hung up the cell phone. Standing in her hotel room, she was wearing a simple suit and tie. What was really out of place was the pistol in her hand. A man knelt before her sobbing. His colleagues were corpses scattered throughout the room. Tambry wasn’t worried about being caught, the seedy motel they were in were far from prying eyes.

“Your country thanks you for your service.”

“Please,” the man croaked. “We did everything you asked…”

Tambry pulled the trigger, blowing his brain all over the room. She makes another call. “They’re dead. Send a clean up crew.”  

[araeph]

How do you think a Katara and Ty Lee friendship would work? Narratively, Ty Lee freaks Katara out cause of history and powers etc. But they’re both girly girls who enjoy bunch of violence and understand the value of intuition and emotional support. But then you wonder if Katara might react poorly to someone analyzing her the way Ty Lee’s aura readings go, the girl hates being told what to do or what she is without a preexisting relationship. I don’t know, what do you think?

I think it would be one of those situations where Katara will be hostile to Ty Lee out of initial fear, even when the other members of the GAang are happy to have her on board, and Katara will know deep down that she’s being unfair but she can’t help making scathing remarks every time she and Ty Lee cross paths. She’ll finally realize she’s gone too far when Ty Lee cheerfully replies to one of her remarks, “Azula used to say that too!” Cue some hard introspection on Katara’s part, an apology from Ty Lee for attacking her during the War, and Katara’s motherly side rearing its head once she understands how abusive the “friendship” was between Azula and her former henchgirl.

[riddlesandqueries]

Somebody Sure As Hell Messed Up (Part 4)

(In which Music Meister, nee Dennis Prowell, and The Toyman, rarely known as Winslow Schott, have a revealing conversation over board games.)

"I like to know as much information as I can. It helps things run smoothly." said the Toyman.

Dennis took a deep breath in, then out. No theatrics this time. "Fine. You want the real story. Here it is.”

“...This was a team effort: I was showing her a night on the town. After that whole 2000 scare I just thought a day to celebrate the New Year was what she needed. What I said about breaking in was true. We were stealing ... miscellaneous goods when your bowl arrived. It wasn't until the building started to crumble apart when she pushed me into the hand though. So there it is. Are you happy?"

"Really? She actually pushed you? That's something I'd expect her to do to me, not you. You two were supposedly pretty chummy." Winslow leaned in.  "Goes to show you, she's a dangerous one."

"Well I would've expected Lyle to be more of the type to do such a thing. But I softened him up. I suppose I just didn't have enough time to get close to Darci. At least not to the point of being as chummy as you'd think." Dennis made a meek attempt to whistle to fill in the silence, but the mic on him kept making the pitch off key and weird. Definitely something he stopped a few seconds in. "I doubt she'll come over for some tea. You got no use keeping me around if that's the case."

"Oh she'll come. I've got my best man on it right now. And you'll be staying for a while. I can't help but be a little suspicious, you know? And we can keep each other company until our little reunion!" said Winslow, failing to hide the excitement in his voice.

"Suspicious? Me? Perish the thought."  Shit. You blew it, Prowell. Dennis bared a smile that was more than a little ingenuine. "So. We're going to 'keep each other company?'"

"Naturally! I haven't had a guest over in a very long time. Tell me, do you like board games?"

A very long time, huh? "Board games are fun." Dennis tried to match Winslow's energy. In truth, Dennis was much more fond of scrapbooking news articles about crime than he had been about board games when he was a child. The only board game he's truly interested in is D&D, but that was neither here nor there.

"I have quite a few, but be warned! I've had a lot of time to practice." One of the doors to the room slid open to reveal a tall shelf full of colorful boxes.

"Ah, well! It looks like you've got a lot of things to keep us occupied. Ha." God. I wish Hartley were here...

"How about Battleship? Or Chutes and Ladders?" Winslow hopped down off of his chair and went to the shelf to peruse the collection. "Or maybe Connect Four?"

Yeah... Hart's just the person I'd want to see right about now. "Now, Battleship's something I know haha!"

"Oh boy! Sounds good to me!" He grabbed the box from the shelf and took his seat again,  pulling the screens out of the box and sliding one down to Dennis. Winslow began setting up his side.

Dennis followed suit. "So you haven't had a friend over in a long time?"

"No, not since Peter. And I can't even remember the time before that. Mostly, it's just me and the friends I make myself. Uh, just say when you are ready."

He gave a thumbs-up in response. "G7. Merkel? Oh! He's been over at Sel's a couple of times. Very fond of Twister I've heard." Dennis then stopped for a moment. "Wait, then how did you meet Darci? Was it a henchgirl for hire gig gone to pot?"

"M-miss; J4" Toyman’s voice stammered as he placed a piece in his water. "You... you don't know do you? That's... kinda funny actually. You haven't noticed anything, well, peculiar about her, have you?"

"Hit. B2. No, nothing that would warrant suspicion. But that's coming from a Gotham resident. Maybe that sort of stuff flies past me." He stopped, just for a moment. "Then she's got something wrong with her, huh?"

"Oh no, she's perfect." He paused.  "Well, correction: she was a little bit more rebellious than I expected. Hit! J5."

"Miss. B3" Rebellious, he says. Rebellious. Sure you can call a student or criminal rebellious. But a lover? Not unless you got something wrong with your own methods... "Is that so?"

"Hmmm, Hit. You sunk my destroyer! J3?" said Toyman, considering his move. "You think you've got someone figured out, and they go and manage to turn your life topsy-turvy. I just don't know how she did it, but oh boy, did she."

"Hit. A1. You could say that about anybody though. Everybody's kinda got layers to them you know. Like tree rings. Or cake."

"Miss. J2. I suppose that's true, but she really isn't just anybody."

"Hit. A5. Then who is she?"

"She is mine." said Toyman, pointedly, before clearing his throat. “Ahem. Miss. H3."

... Noted. "I'll rephrase the question. What was she like to you? Miss. F6."

"At the start, she was my perfect doll. Then a switch was flipped, and she fled. Eventually, that Big Blue Bully got jealous when I tried to get her back, but we fled together. I thought it would be different, or rather back to the way things were, but she was just as manipulative as she was when she left. Hit. J1."

"Hit. The ship has sunk. F5." ... This bitch is lonely. If I connect the pieces together, then he's probably been wallowing in his misery ever since. "That sure sounds rough. I totally get it. Is there anything you've done for yourself since she left?"

"Oh, you know. Just a lot of work around here. Trying to stay busy. I started my blog, but that didn't really pan out...Miss. E7?"

"Hit. C9." Bingo. "Maybe you could benefit from getting out more. I mean more than just a blog. Get some friends with different perspectives. Live a little. You discover more about yourself that way."

"I don't know where to begin with something like that.” replied Toyman plainly. “It's not like someone like me can just go out and try to chat with random people. People would take one look at me and want to run. It might be different over in Gotham, but over here, they would never. Miss. F6."

"You started off with your blog. And that got Peter to talk to you. That was a good starting point.

 Maybe you could do the same thing. But you know. Without any alias or villain names. Then you wouldn't limit the people who share your niche interests to just rogues. Hit. C4"

"Miss, G7, And I don't think I can. I'm not much else but "The Toyman" anymore. I've devoted my entire life to get revenge on one man, and some alien takes him out before I got to try again. I'm not sure I am who I was anymore because I've been me for so very long."

"Hit. You sunk my ship. G1." Maybe that's why Darci ran off. Tch. "Then... Let's start off even smaller. Yeah. Bake the layers of your cake before you make the frosting! We'll just have to find some hobbies that click. Then we can go from there."

"Well, obviously I like toys. Uhhh, mechanical engineering? And movies.” He seemed curious, despite the mask. “Miss. C3"

"I'm sure there's plenty of other people out there who like movies and engineering too. Ever thought about joining a STEM group? Miss. F7."

"Hit. C9? There probably are, but what if they don't like me, or they find out who I am?"

"Hit. F8. If they're really your friends they wouldn't care, would they?" replied Dennis easily, although as his words settled in, he couldn’t help but wonder… I'm sure there's going to be someone to get me out of here. Hopefully not Darci… What if they've already forgotten about me? Or that they wanted me gone this whole time and they're celebrating my death as the minutes pass by? ...But that couldn't be the case. Almost everybody loves me!...Right?

"Hit. C10...I'm... not sure I want to talk about this anymore." murmured Toyman, presumably glancing away. "Do... do you like any movies?"

"Hit. F9." It's your funeral. "Oh, sure I like movies." Dennis smiled.

"Hehehe! Miss! C8? Do you have a favorite movie? O-or maybe a favorite genre?"

"Hit. E9, and… I only ever liked Quentin Tarantino flicks." he replied, with a blissful smile to accompany his lie. "I've always been enamored by the harsh reality of crime. It's just so intoxicating. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Miss. C7? Really? That's quite an interesting revelation about you, Mr. Prowell. I would have pegged you as just a musical fan, but that's what I get for assuming. I must admit it might not completely be my cup of tea, but I did enjoy Pulp Fiction."

"Hit. G9. Oh yeah! Crime's always been a big part of my life. My folks have always been a big inspiration for me when it comes to that."

"Miss. C6. Really? Your parents were criminals, then?"

"Hit. E5. Of course. Fine upstanding people they are. Looong before Big Blue came to town. Their old names were Songbird and Fireball. That ring any bells?"

"Miss. C6. They sound familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

"You already played C6. Tch...They were part of an underground gang way back when. But they quit that sort of work before I came along. Never told me why though. Which is strange..."

"Oh, silly me. I meant to say C5. Hmmm... Where were they out of?"

"Hit. You sunk my ship. A8, and...The Intergang, I think. That place used to be big on recruiting metas back in the day. I know that for sure."

"They were INTERGANG? I don't blame them for leaving. Miss. D10."

"Yeah it had something to do with a mix up that led to members getting killed. Least that's what my Pop told me. But my kidnapping was when my folks were especially put off by the business. The first one. Miss. D1"

"'Mix-up?' I wouldn't be surprised if that's just what Mannheim said to cover his tuchus. I still wish I could have been the one to finally stop that bully. Miss. B10"

"Wait, you were after Manheim? Which one?"

"Bruno. That awful devil sent my father to prison and ruined my entire life."

"I was fucked over by Moxie Manheim! Damn old coot must be in his grave by now... Anyways! You know how there's an initiation to join?"

"Ha! Well, it's a small world after all! I think I heard something about it somewhere. Why?"

"Yeah, well... Moxie didn't really enjoy that Songbird and Fireball ditched the Intergang to start a family, so he decided to keep tabs on them. Their weaknesses and all that. Now, Moxie also had some new recruits lined up waiting to be official members." Dennis leaned in, conspiratorial.."He's got a big criminal brain as you know, so he thought it'd be real wise to make me a part of the initiation. Killing two birds with one stone, as they say."

"D-did they do it?" asked Toyman, on the edge of his seat.

"Of course they did it! Stole me away while my folks were vulnerable! Nothing much I could've done, figuring this was back in 1977." Dennis collected himself. "But they weren't having it! This was the last straw, Winslow!" He held up his index finger rather righteously. "And you know what happened?"

Winslow leaned closer in anticipation. "What?"

"They snuck in there and took me back! But not without a musical number first!" said Dennis proudly. Plain as day, he looked up to his parents: it showed in the glow of his smile.

"That must have been an absolute delight to see. So, you inherited your powers from a parent? Songbird, I presume? What could Fireball do?"

"She shoots a flare gun." he grinned. 

"Truly fascinating! Um, also, it's still your turn. B10. Was that the last they heard from Mannheim and company?"

"Miss. B10. Oh no. not at all. A bunch of failed attempts were made afterwards. And well, since Moxie's departure, Bruno was the guy looking out to see if they were any trouble. But now that Bruno's dead and Vito doesn't really care. There's some peace." Something, just then, just clicked into Dennis' mind. And oh how ironic it was. "Until now."

"Miss. B5.” sighed Toyman. "If you are referring to me, please don't be so dramatic. I mean you no harm, unless you mean it to me. I only want a little incentive for Darci to come here. And if she pushed you into my robot's clutches like you said, perhaps her final capture will be something you can relish as well."

"Miss, B5...Hmmmm.” thought Dennis, smiling a bit. "Well... I just find it hilarious that out of all the villains who I fall into the clutches of, it had to be the one that happens to despise the Manheims the most." He started fidgeting with a red piece in his hand. "Call it a hunch, but this seems a lot like destiny."

"It was quite the coincidence! As I said earlier, it's a small world. I might not say destiny, but who knows? Miss, D5?"

"Miss. E2. Well, nothing's impossible, kid."

"Miss. I8...Perhaps." Winslow fell silent, awkward.

"Miss. H1...For someone called the Toyman, you're not much of an optimist are you?"

"Miss. H8. For someone named Music Meister, you're not much of a musical film fan."

"It's not my fault that musicals are better on the stage." He smirked. “Miss. J6. Much more of an experience, you know? To go out and see something like that live and in the present."

"Miss. I9. I... see your point. But you're right, optimism isn't my strong suit anymore..."

"Anymore? Then that means there was a point in time where you were an optimist!" There's still hope!

"When I was a kid, sure. But after my father was sent away, well, it hasn't been very easy."

"Have you been to therapy for that?"

"No, my foster families never wanted to pay for something like that."

"But your foster families don't control you anymore, you're a free man! If you're able to afford it, at least give it a try."

Winslow buries his masked head into his hands. "But can a wanted man like myself just waltz into some therapist's office without a dozen people calling the police on him?"

"People wouldn't recognize you without...the mask, would they?" asked Dennis, curious.

He looks up with a shrug. "I'm 4' 10", and have a rather distinct voice. They might not know my face, but they still might know me. If I'm lucky, then everything would be fine, but if I'm not, then I might be in a lot of trouble.”

"Jeez, Metropolis has got some shit health care, doesn't it? If that's what's keeping you from healing... Hmm." Dennis tried to come up with an appropriate counter argument.

“I9. Being a supervillain isn't all it's cracked up to be."

"...But being an actor is! I've got it! And it's brilliant! Maybe we can't do much about your height, but you can do something about your voice and movement!...Oh. Sorry. Miss. H3."

"C-come again?" Toyman was genuinely surprised. "I don't... I'm not really... um...Miss. G2."

"Yeah, okay. You'd have to practice speaking from your diaphragm, but that's gonna be a sinch cause you got a performer around!" Dennis pondered. "Maybe change the names a bit for this new persona... That'd work so you wouldn't have to lie in therapy per se. We all know that goes nowhere."

Dennis made a square with his index fingers and thumbs to frame Winslow.

"I can totally see your persona now Winn! Hit! I10!"

"I'm not... sure... what you're talking about? I.....?" flustered the Toyman before sighing. "Miss. F2."

"You seem so deadset on people hating you, right?  And the inability to socialize and get proper therapy is what's holding you back from being a healthy and paranoid free individual, right? 

So, we just need to make you a persona so people won't know you're the Toyman! So people won't ‘hate’ you! It's a genius plan! I swear!" smiles Dennis, putting heavy finger quotes on the word hate, as  he genuinely didn't believe that everyone everyone hates him. “Oh! Hit! F10."

"I don't think... Let me just say: I don't want to be anyone else. I am me, no matter how awful my life has been, I can't really change it. If I try to make a new me, that can only take me so far before I just go back to being me. I can't make people stop disliking or fearing me. But I have been trying to change the way I go about what I do. I wanted to stop Mannheim from ruining any more families' lives, and I want to help make sure no more families are robbed of their lives because of some self-centered sneak!" Winslow’s voice slowly rose to a shriek, before he finally settles back down into his chair with another sigh. "Miss. H2."

After a brief pause, Dennis gently pat Winslow in the shoulder. "You're gonna lose your voice if you keep yelling like that." sighed Dennis kindly. "I get that you're trying to be noble and save families and whatnot, but if you keep going about this like a self-deprecating martyr, then soon there won't be much left of you to save any families. Hit. I4."

He shrinks away from the first pat, but eases on the following. "...Yeah, I suppose. But at least I did help, right? Miss. I2."

"Yeah. Yeah you did. Hit. H2."

There was a pause as Winslow looked down at the table. Without looking up, he muttered “Hit. E2...and...thanks."

There's the ticket. Actually, this time… "No! Noo! It's just what friends do." A warm, glowing smile swept across Dennis’ face. "If you really think people won't like you, then I won't push it anymore. But I like you. I like your motives too. So don't stress about it that much."

"Y-you like me? I'm your friend?"  said Winslow, genuinely taken aback.

"Of course!" Dennis said, minimizing the situation.

"I... I've always wanted a... a real friend..."

"If you wanted a friend, then why didn't you just ask?" Dennis gave Winslow that same warm glowing smile as he stood up.

Winslow sat still for a couple seconds before his emotions did finally catch up to him. He sobbed slightly but collected himself quickly. "Thank you so much!" he said, much happier than he'd sounded before. "So...E2?"

[diamondcladclown]

@fatherdamned​

Man harley is just so much better off in the company of riddler rather than joker. Makes me especially happy that we have a verse where she became his henchgirl instead. Cause she’s getting everything she’s pretty much wanted and worked for with her relationship with mister j. She gets the attention, praise and affection as well as sexual intimacy she usually has to beg and work for. 

[dandelionflower]

Felix Month

Day 9: Tragic

It was tragic, really.

Lila Rossi lost the baking competition against Marinette. She revealed her lies, as per their agreement, and the class fell apart.

Truly tragic.

Alya was in denial, typing furiously on her phone, trying desperately to find some truth. She was fact checking everything. Too late.

Nino was in shock. He sat, rigid stiff, staring at Lila and the rest of the class. He stared at Alya, who had trusted Lila the most, who pushed him to believe her as well, and he moved ever so slightly away from his girlfriend. Their relationship would need to be rebuilt from scratch after this massive betrayal.

Rose was on the phone, crying to Prince Ali, apologizing over and over for not believing him. Rose was always far too trusting. Just not to the people who mattered.

Juleka patted her shoulder, silent as always. There was something in her eyes, though. Something that wanted to scream.

Mylene was weeping, immediately after the news had stuck, she had ran to Marinette, apologizing. She hugged her and apologized again. She was the first one.

Ivan was struggling with an enraged Alix, but he seemed to be fighting himself too. His eyes never left Mylene.

Alix was clawing and fighting her captor with every bone in her body. Odd, Felix didn’t remember her being lied to specifically.

Chloe was cackling. She was painting her nails. She would relish in watching the class regret siding with Lila. They should have stuck with her. Better an evil queen than a witch.

Sabrina sat close to Chloe, camera at the ready. She would be prepared to film the action when it occurred. For once, she benefited from following Chloe.

Nathaniel shrugged. He was never involved with Lila anyway. He was unaffected. He was one of the few.

Max was broken. He stared at a printed sheet of lies, scanning again and again. He was wrong. Anger flashed in his eyes as he glanced at the one who fooled him. Calculated became feral.

Kim was shaking Max, trying to do anything to wake him up. He even pulled out Markov, who claimed Lila had muted him once he started fact checking. They were unaffected, the only others.

Finally, Max leapt over the desk, hands bent like claws. Kim jumped after him, tackling the genius. “What are you doing!”

Alix took the opportunity to slip out of Ivan’s arms and skate up to Lila. “How dare you! You broke Max, Alya, Nino, even Juleka! You hurt Marinette!” She turned to her. “I’m sorry we didn’t believe you, we should have trusted you.”

Marinette looked up from where she was comforting Mylene. “I accept your apology, but it’s going to take some time for me to forgive you.”

Alix nodded, sitting next to her as Rose and Juleka came up and offered their apologies. Ivan was next, and then came Kim and Max, who had recovered from his momentary fury.

Soon, the only ones who hadn’t come up to apologize to Marinette were Alya, who was still trying to prove her wrong, Nino, who wouldn’t leave his girlfriend and best bro, Chloe, who doesn’t like apologizing and would probably just send a gift later, Sabrina, who apologized that morning, Lila, and Adrien, who sat by with a pitiful look in his eyes.

Felix came forward from his spot at the doorway. “Nette, why don’t you go out to Andre’s for some ice cream, to celebrate and recover.”

She grinned. “Sure! Come on guys!”

As she lead them off, one by one they each made eye contact with Felix. We won’t hurt her again.

Marinette’s head popped back in. “Chloe? Sabrina? You guys want to come?”

Chloe shook her head. “We would rather see whatever comes next.”

“Felix?”

He gave her a smile. “I’ll be there in a second. I have a few words to say.”

Confusion passed over her face, before she nodded and left, surely happy to be with her friends again.

Felix shut the door, turning to glare at the four. “You are all horrid, despicable people for not apologizing to Marinette after what you did.”

Lila burst into tears. “I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I did that! I-“

“Cut it out.” Felix fixed Lila with a look that could kill. “No one here is pitying you.”

Alya stared at Felix. “How dare you! Lila is clearly remorseful, let her apologize!”

“No one wants her apologies. Especially or Marinette. It’s you three that did wrong.”

“Marinette did wrong! She publicly humiliated Lila!”

“Would you rather she let Lila continue lying to you?”

“She wasn’t hurting anyone.”

“She was hurting Marinette! She threatened her in the bathroom and effectively turned the class against her and none of you were the wiser.”

“I knew.” Adrien stood up. “But this won’t help. It’s only hurting Lila. This is why I told Marinette not to expose Lila. She’s going to get akumatized now.”

Felix turned, not acknowledging Adriens foolish comment. “Did you get that?”

Sabrina nodded. “I can have it edited and ready for publishing by tomorrow.”

“Excellent.” He began to leave before stopping and staring at Nino. “I hope you think about what you’ve seen and ask for forgiveness soon. The other two don’t think they did anything wrong, I should hope you possess at least a tiny bit of remorse.”

Nino nodded, eyes hollow and contemplative.

“As for the rest of you, stay away from Marinette, she’s happy now and if you change that, I will end you.” With that threat, Felix left to join Marinette at the ice cream stand, a still cackling Chloe and giggling Sabrina following.

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When Felix left the school, Marinette and her group of newly returned friends were standing outside waiting for him. Rose was standing in front, animatedly telling a story, Juleka standing close by, muttering minor corrections.

Marinette turned, “Felix! Felix’s here, guys. Let’s go to Andre’s.”

As they walked, Felix gravitated towards Marinette, not unlike the rest of the class. However, unlike with the class, she grabbed his arm and matched her step with his, immediately beginning to talk about her latest design. He smiled, Marinette always knew how to calm him down.

As they arrived at Andre’s they separated. Ivan and Mylene went first, greeting Andre and receiving a couples ice cream. As that was the only official couple, they all went alone after that.

Alix received a vanilla and coffee bean cone, “perfect for the solo athlete.”

Max received an orange, peach, and blackberry cone, “there’s someone out there for you yet, robotic intellect.”

Kim stepped up and got a strawberry, watermelon and blueberry cone. “It may be a time to change flavors.”

For Rose, vanilla. “I don’t need to know my soulmate! It’ll happen when it happens.”

Juleka, chocolate. “Same.”

Nathaniel received a myriad of flavors. “I don’t even know what this means…”

Then Felix stepped up. He hadn’t tried Andre’s ice cream before; however, he had his suspicions of what it would turn out to be.

“Blueberry for her eyes, blackberry for her raven hair, and rasberry for her favorite color!” Andre leaned forward as he gave Felix his cone, “I’m very sorry, but the object of your affections has her eyes on a mint eyed boy.”

“I’m well aware, thank you.” As he accepted the cone, he heard Marinette’s scoop combination.

“Ah! A new cone? Good, between you and me, the other’s combination was a bit toxic. Icy blueberry for his eyes, vanilla for his hair, and some caramel.”

“What’s the caramel for?”

“That’s a secret only they and I know.”

As Felix sat on the bench, he saw Marinette begin to walk over to him. A brief surge of panic course through him. What would he do about the ice cream? He quickly schooled himself back to his usual demeanor. Leave it to Marinette, she’s been through a lot, let it be her choice.

Marinette squeaked. Felix looked up to see her staring at his ice cream cone, then at hers, then to his again.

“How about we table this for another day?” He suggested. “You’ve had enough drama.”

She looked up at him and nodded, sliding next to him and resting on his shoulder. They ate their ice cream while Felix stared at the sunset and Marinette watched her peers talk and enjoy their ice cream.

The silence was soon interrupted, though, by the vibration of Marinette’s phone. She lifted it and grinned, angling it so Felix could see. “Look.”

Nino 🎧: sorry about the lila thing and not apologizing sooner

Nino 🎧: it was uncool of me

Felix grinned at her. “Looks like there’s still hope.”

His own phone rumbled. He lifted it and couldn’t help but smirk when he read the messages.

Happy: I can’t believe Alya and Adrien would do something like that!!!! 🥺😢😭

Purple: Nice job putting them in their place👍

Giant: Lila, Alya, and Adrien? How can anyone use the Ladyblog now?

Robot: I cannot say it was suprising to see Alya and Adrien’s reactions. Congratulations on lecturing them.

Jock: Alix and I are planning murder

Skater: I CANT BELIEVE IT!! ALYA I GET BUT ADRIEN!! IM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT HAPPENS TO HIM!!

Illustrator: did you see the video?

Henchgirl: Video edited and delivered

Horrid Blonde: I hope you don’t mind, but I had Sabrina add some aftermath to the vid

He allowed himself another glance at Marinette, who had started a conversation with Mylene, before replying. Turns out a little tragedy wasn’t so bad.

[sampagnereads]

"You're a beautiful, strong cow. A cow who doesn't need Fred, or any other man." Henchgirl tells the story of Mary Posa, a henchgirl with a heart of gold, as she navigates a life of crime she might or might not be all that happy about. I first bought this book because of how gorgeous the illustrations were, and I'm very glad I did so, because I thoroughly enjoyed this graphic novel. It was probably the cutest thing I've ever read up until the half, when things got more serious (kind of), and the humour within the story completely worked for me. The end might have been a bit confusing, but once I wrapped my head around it, I found myself really appreciating it. All in all, this was a great graphic novel, and though I had some little problems with it, I still recommend it.

[oneeyedscarecrow]

since Christmas is coming, a short list of how 451 Rogues relate to it: 

- Oswald is doing that thing where he carries around a jar labeled ‘Jewish Christmas jar’ and every time someone calls Hanukkah ‘Jewish Christmas’ he makes them put a dollar in it

- Jonathan is still recovering from Halloween, and gets very twitchy around a time of year that everyone’s talking about goodwill toward man & spending time with your family. generally stays indoors until the whole thing blows over

- Christmas is Jack’s big holiday so he’s generally gathering Harley and his other regular collaborators from wherever they’ve drifted to during the year and is planning something big and ironic. he’s also one of the only Rogues that, with total sincerity, gives the others Christmas presents. they’re never quite sure of how to react to it

- Ivy is trying to make sure that all the kids and plants she looks after are in safe, warm places for the winter; sometimes she’ll slip into some shelter or kitchen to volunteer incognito. usually keeps things pretty quiet unless a big company pisses her off by trying to mix Christmas spirit and capitalism, at which point she’ll usually call up Firefly or Anarky to do something about it b/c her powers don’t work so well in the winter

- Jervis is torn between having fond memories of Christmas from when he was younger & resenting anyone, ever, telling him to be charitable to his fellow man, so he usually joins Jonathan in seclusion except for occasionally venturing out to visit Magpie or his sister instead. if he and his sister hang out around that time they might exchange gifts, although it’s hard to find something to give your sibling who has extremely specialized interests that they spend all their time stealing stuff for

- Edward usually sulks around about how Jack is taking most of Batman’s attention for the season, and plans something really big for New Year’s. He doesn’t care much for the holiday personally

- Harv’s only concession to the Christmas season is having his henchgirls wear little Santa hats. Harvey will occasionally be more lenient in ‘court’ and make anonymous donations to charities. There’s a fifty-fifty chance they’ll companionably kidnap Bruce at some point to have a drink with him

- Mary Dahl hates Christmas commercialization and the focus on family but has softened up around the season in general a bit after she started hanging out with Shauna. Will usually get Shauna and Ferdie something because it makes them happy, although she never knows how to handle it if they give her something

- you will occasionally hear a booming voice belting Christmas carols out of the sewers. Waylon doesn’t handle the cold well but he likes the general spirit of the season

- Magpie has numerous small breakdowns over how shiny everything is

[morningstarmoonchild]

10 years ago today, at around this hour, I planted my ass into a movie theater seat in Winnetka to see a work in progress movie titled Repo! The Genetic Opera. Not knowing that I was going to be walking into a movie that for the next several years was going to be my obsession! In a theater full of people who didn’t get or liked the rock opera I FELL IN LOVE. I’m talking I contacted one of the creators and writers, @terrance.zdunich and told him how much I loved it and eventually got my nickname “Nil”! I preached the good word of this movie to everyone AND anyone who would (and wouldn’t) listen, I created fan art, joined the repo army, got involved with fellow addicts like @spookydanwalker to nerd out even more about the movie. I joined the shadow cast and for 4 years, I’ve served up organs as a sexy GENtern, murdered doctors as a Henchgirl, and slummed the alleys for zydrate as a scalpel slut. Hell, I even got to play the beautiful and tragic song bird, Blind Mag. And best believe if anyone asked me to bust out the “Testify” dance routine I still know it all by heart! I still have all my signed movies/posters, all my costumes, GENtern shoes, zydrate gun necklace, the list goes on! I know for others who became Repo fans they saw the movie on 11-7-2008 but today is my TRUE Repo-versary! So Happy 10th Repo! A decade later and I’m STILL addicted to the knife! 🔪🌡💉🖤🤘🏽#nilissues #repothegeneticopera #repoopera #movie #fangirlissues #happy10thanniversary #happy10 #cultclassic #stillafan #thefirstfan #repoarmy

[agl03]

So since we never got to see Framework!Daisy or Framework!Jemma’s counterparts. What do you think they would have been like, if AIDA had altered the world for them as well, do you think she would have Daisy and Jemma be like her personal henchgirls, her top specialist or something like that. It would have been cool if we could have seen Jemma get some martial arts based fight scenes

Hi Anon!

Had AIDA caught the girls she had the same orders for them as she did the others, no killing and to fix a regret.  And then yes, as we saw she worked them into her world…or in most cases kept them out of it as they weren’t part of her plan.   May’s had been determined before AIDA enacted her plan and stuck the others in there so she had to roll with if from there.  Her entire focus in the Framework was manipulating Fitz into building Looking Glass for her real girl body/freedom…and Fitz himself so she could have love.  

Jemma and even Radcliffe could have helped Fitz with Looking Glass but AIDA wasn’t willing to risk either one of them being around him.  Self aware or no.

Daisy’s position in the Framework World never made much sense to me, I couldn’t connect the dots of how she still wound up within Hydra.   So I chalked it up to shhh its a plot hole and we needed her there for xyz to happen.  

For Daisy I believe we got a hint, AIDA knew what she desired most and even offered it to her at one point.  A long and happy life with Lincoln.

And in doing this AIDA could have done what she had with Radcliffe, Mack, Mace, and Coulson, and tucked Daisy well away from her Hydra bubble…and Fitz.  Either in Afterlife or the Resistance with Mace.  

Jemma is another matter all together.   

AIDA took Jemma’s place in an attempt to have what Fitzsimmons had.  And through a massive amount of manipulation she got it.  However, she was terrified of Jemma getting to Fitz and taking him back.  She wouldn’t have risked Jemma being anywhere near him when she had taken her place in his life, hence the Framework Jemma in the grave.  Her hands were tied in she couldn’t kill the real Jemma and had to fix a regret.  So I bet she would have done as she had with the others, found a loophole, fixed a small regret, and then found a way to  lock her away or eliminate Jemma through manipulating the situation.

When Ophelia got her real girl body she went right for the room the hostages were in.  She had no idea that they had made it to the back door and were escaping.  She was going in there to pick up Fitz and head off to her “Happily Ever After,”.  She still did that, abducting Fitz and leaving the rest of the team to the Superior.  

Had the team not made it to the back door before she got her body the Superior either he would have killed them all or their bodies would have perished left unattended and remained trapped in the Framework forever.  Had her plan gone accordingly, that would have included Jemma and Daisy.  She would have walked into that room and everyone been trapped in the Framework and she’d simply have pulled Fitz out and whisked him away.  She only lets conquer the real world route when Fitz rejected her and she wanted to have the control she had in the Framework.  

[theimpossiblescheme]

Part 81/85 of my Female Rogues of Gotham City series

It’s a fairly common occurrence for there to be live music acts at the Iceberg Lounge, whether it’s the Siren descending from on high to give the masses a bit of culture or the Riddler deciding the monopolize the piano.  But one of the most popular acts comprises a trio of young ladies whose style can be best be summarized as somewhere between electroswing Andrews Sisters and Rihanna by way of Edith Piaf.  An eccentric combination to be sure, but there’s never a frown in the house when A Glitter of Vultures approaches the stage.

May Jenkins—Skylark—started out as the cliché small town girl who took the midnight train to everywhere with a suitcase full of all her worldly goods and a heart full of dreams; unfortunately, Gotham turned out to be much less kind to her than her old Massachusetts town, and she ended up working as one of the Cluemaster’s henchgirls just to pay the bills.  It was during a stakeout of the Iceberg Lounge that Lark found her and brought her in to see the Penguin, who saw that she was capable of greater things and gave her a place on his staff, gradually training her out of the wretched old rifle she’d been given and onto more sophisticated firearms.  And it was during an open music night at the Lounge that Skylark finally found an opening for her musical talent, breaking out her guitar again after five grueling years and only wishing she had more than Jay and the occasional talented rogue to share the experience with.

He-Ran Ryang—Nightingale—was a second-generation Korean immigrant whose parents had been killed by two of Black Mask’s thugs, so she committed herself to becoming a spy and assassin, silently tailing people like Query and Echo and Raven, so that she could take down the Sionis empire once and for all.  After a botched attempt on Ms. Li’s life that almost cost the poor girl her own, she found herself coming to in a storeroom of the Iceberg Lounge and being nursed by Skylark, who became one of her closest friends and was so happy to discover she was good at playing the keyboard, a skill she’d all but let atrophy while she was vainly seeking revenge.  But even as she became more contented with her lot in life and considered letting the tragedy pass naturally with time, Nightingale still had a reputation as a simmering storm with tattoos and a corset, a mad artist with a sharp sense of humor and a passionately moved spirit who did not suffer fools gladly and loved to shock and surprise people.

Cynthia Fooseman—Quetzal—also had a bone to pick with Black Mask, having been dumped and backstabbed by a man she’d loved who turned out to be one of his henchmen; in tracking him down to try to pay him back in kind, she met her friend Nightingale, and the two encouraged each other’s quests for revenge only to meet different sticky ends.  In her case, she was almost killed by Raven for an intruder after painfully crashing through the window of the Penguin’s office, but he called his bodyguard off and after learning her story decided she wasn’t worth the effort of killing and offered her a place in the kitchen where she could be closely monitored and out of his way.  She was actually surprisingly good as a dessert chef, and in making friends with Skylark and reconnecting with Nightingale, Quetzal discovered her own place in the group with her insane vocal range and skill at designing their costumes; but unlike Nightingale, she hasn’t completely given up her quest to give her old flame the kick in the ass he deserves and is by far the quickest to physical violence of all the girls.

Skylark, Nightingale, and Quetzal belong to me.