#harley was the person who set me up for the one relationship i had that doesn’t count

[thatgirl4815]

Loved these tags from @fromthedepthsandbeyond on this ask so wanted to use them as a jumping off point for a discussion about Sand in Ep7. (I hope you don't mind.)

Sand as a 'pathetic' character

I've seen quite a few folks on Twitter up in arms about how pathetic the narrative is painting Sand to be which, in my mind, is all relative. Because if we're comparing him to Nick, then Sand seems to have quite a bit of self-respect. But all these comments got me thinking how Sand does have self respect in so many aspects of his life; aside from Ray, he would seem to have everything put together. And Ray is the one thing he can't reconcile with his lifestyle, the one thing that doesn't fit. Up 'til now, he's allowed that.

Also got me thinking about this discussion I had with @waitmyturtles last episode regarding the woobification of certain characters. Looking back, I wonder if having Sand finally act out in Ep6 was all leading up to this moment, as Sand's revenge on Top quite literally is a major catalyst in bringing Ray and Mew together. After getting revenge on someone he thinks deserves to be punished, Sand is also being punished too. In some way, I wonder if that is a commentary on the cyclical nature of vengeance--how no matter how justified you are in your payback, you will pay for it too.

Regrets

What is Sand's personal plot? Clearly it's all tied up in Ray. But what do Sand's ties to Ray say about him? It says he's a natural caretaker, likely due to his upbringing, but it also says that caretaking plays a major role in his self-concept. What Sand is learning is that he does not demand exclusivity in his caretaking role--though he might want that, he hasn't demanded it from Ray, because he doesn't think he has a right to do that. Sand has a very acute awareness of morals and what is within his own bounds to demand. In this case, I think it goes back to what First said about Sand handling his emotions on his own; Sand wants Ray to care for him only, but he knows that's not a requirement of their relationship. Ray, on the other hand, demands Sand's sole attention, even though he doesn't deserve it. Despite Sand being burned near-constantly by Ray, he is the one who still feels like he can't demand things of Ray because of the pre-set terms of their relationship.

It also makes me curious...for all the pain it has caused him, how much does Sand regret getting his revenge on Top? Was it worth it? Because if he truly loves Ray, then we would assume that he does harbor regrets. (Which brings me to another question: Does Sand truly love Ray? What stage of infatuation is Sand at right now?) Looking morally, Sand likely thinks he was doing the right thing for exposing Top as a cheater, regardless of the consequences. But knowing if he has regrets about this could be a major clue in to just how down bad he is for Ray.

One of the reasons I'm loving this show so much (despite that crapshoot of a part 4/4 in Ep7, ugh) is because it's putting characters like Sand, who aren't even center stage, in an uncomfortable position. Sand has to confront his own values by pitting his morals and his feelings against each other. Going back to Ep3, is Ray 'just an exception'? Or has this kind of value-bending happened to Sand before?

And, in going back to the tags, is Sand going to change because of Ray? Personally, I think the Joker/Harley Quinn dynamic between Ray and Mew suggests that they will be making major changes for each other, which could stand in direct contrast to Sand. Ray is satisfied that he has finally gotten Mew to adapt to his lifestyle and be with him the way he wants, so why won't Sand give in too? Why won't Sand remain the person Ray wants him to be (as in: someone who drops everything the moment he calls)? Why can't Ray be in control of the people in his life the way he can't be in control of himself?

[riftclaw]

Gonna fill out this questionaire for Curie's upcoming appearance in the @sonic-oc-showdown round starting this weekend! Let me introduce you to my beloved flying radioactive puppy!

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Curie is named after the radioactive measurement of the curie, and also Maria Skłodowska-Curie. Their name is actually older than this particular iteration of the character, who was originally not a sonic oc and was named Curie as an intentional callback to the name of a character in Homestuck. "The Radiant" is because he glows in the dark, playing on a rarer sonic character naming convention (Fang the Sniper/Hunter).

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

Developmentally and physically, Curie would be roughly in their early to mid twenties. However, they were born in 1923, making them about 86 in their AU's current day (2009). They spent most of their life locked in isolation in a military facility, though, and were only freed and started living life outside a box again in 1995.

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

He's part of a 5 person polycule including my other characters Agent VX, Caprice Amaranth, David Valke and Luka Mosaic. He has different relationships with all of them, having fallen for V, Caprice and Valke while adapting to modern life, and becoming involved with Luka later after they bonded over being giant nerds.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

Candy, pretty much any type. Crunchy sweets like rock are their favourite.

💼 - What do they do for a living?

Curie runs a nuclear power plant and waste disposal business, which is largely a front for making sure he has enough to eat-- because as much as he enjoys candy, his body will only properly digest radioactive materials. Since his business is really only there to keep him fed, he sells power at a loss-- which means it's very affordable and in high demand, giving him the ability to expand his power network and thus bring in more nuclear waste to eat later. He's not in it to make money, though-- outside of his personal R&D efforts, he sinks practically all his profits into charity. His main reactor base and the surrounding city of Bloodwood Grove was built on the Painted-Rocks clan's abandoned land, specifically to help camouflage the habitats of the last living mobosaur herds that the clan once hunted and protected.

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

They collect plushies, radioactive knick knacks like uranium glass and watches with radium paint, and Godzilla merchandise, and they love to tinker with technology and study space.

🎯 -What do they do best?

Nuclear physics, probably-- it's something that started out of necessity (because of his unusual diet) but he developed an aptitude for it and genuinely enjoys working on nuclear powered inventions. It's not unusual for him to build experimental reactors for fun.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

They love to watch Godzilla movies and play around with unusual tech. They hate being confined to boring meeting rooms or made to deal with unnecessary beauracracy.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

The first time he rolled in the grass after he was freed from the facility he was imprisoned in. The grass wasn't even on Earth/Mobius, but it was grass, and he'd all but forgotten it existed after being locked away for 60+ years.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

They don't currently have many-- a lot of their most traumatic experiences will occur in the future, such as when the forces/zombot plot occurs. That's not fun for anyone, but especially Curie.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

The very first proto-Curie was actually just a heavily au Jade Harley-- who had changed so drastically I "filed off the serial numbers" and made into their own character. His first ever original design was human! He still ate nuclear waste, though. This current iteration of Curie was developed when I was initially setting up my Amalgam au, drawing more on his initial prototype's personality and history than Cain Einley, the other character I split off the same prototype several years back.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

Related to the question above, they spawned from a particularly ridiculous homestuck fanfic that never made it past a disjointed first draft back in the early 10s. If i sink enough development into a canon character that they stop looking/sounding like that character, I split them off, give them a fursona and a new name, and carry on writing my new oc, and Curie is just another in a long line of similar characters who occupy my brainspace.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

Science fiction for sure.

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

They are agender with a side of transmasc*, and use he or they pronouns interchangeably. Curie is also demisexual-- they need to form an emotional bond with someone before they can develop romantic feelings for them. *My friends and I often refer to them as "none gender with left boy"

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

He had four, but none of them are alive today, and he doesn't remember them anymore. :(

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

They don't remember either of their parents, either, but considering that the guy who made them what they are now was their father, at least one of those relationships was pretty unhealthy.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

On a purely aesthetic level the fact that he glows in the dark will always delight me. It's such a fun trait to play with!

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

I draw them decently often, although a lot of what I draw in general doesn't get published. I write about them a lot more, but nothing that's in a state to be shared. They're the secondary main character of Amalgam's whole main storyline!

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

He does die in the future. Not for a good long while-- mobians in his universe live for 150 years on average, and his peculiar metabolism means he's going to outlive that many times over, but eventually he will power down and fade away. He's got a lot to accomplish on the way there though!

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Claustrophobia for sure.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

In the future he'll be taking the rookie's place in Amalgam's version of the forces/zombot plot (they are combined!), and will be facing up against their version of Infinite. His radioactive blood means he can't get infected by the zombot virus, which puts him in a position of being the best person for a lot of problem solving in this particular plotline.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

As "Curie the Radiant", since early 2019. Here's the first ever picture I posted of them, before their personality had finished solidifying!

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

In 2019 I was 29! Although as I said earlier, he has roots in fanfiction/original fiction from before Amalgam became my primary worldbuild, and his prototype form would date to when I was about 23.

[infragilehearts]

Welcome to New York {RACHEL QUINN} !! They are a {TWENTY-FIVE} year old {CIS FEMALE} who uses {SHE/HER} pronouns. They’re a/an {INFLUENCER} who has been in town for {2 YEARS}, who lives in {QUEENS}. When looking at {RACHEL} you automatically think of {GIRLY, ELEGANT, ANGELIC} but that probably makes sense since they also remind you of {SABRINA CARPENTER}. You can always hear {LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO} by {TAYLOR SWIFT} coming from their place. Who knows what kind of trouble they’re going to get themselves into.

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— BASICS ☆

full name:;  rachel allison quinn

nicknames:;  rach

gender:;  born female

pronouns:;  she/her

sexual preference:;  bisexual

relationship role:;  easily submissive, sometimes dominates

birthdate:;  september 25th

birthplace:;  miami, florida – raised in brooklyn once she turned five

zodiac sign:;  libra

spouse / lover:;  none currently

— APPEARANCES ☆

face & voice claim:;  sabrina carpenter & similar to margot robbie's harley quinn

height:;  5′5″

eyes:;  has ocean blue eyes – has 20/20 vision

hair:;  naturally blonde, not dyed, likes to add colours sometimes for a change

body art:;  a small one on the back her right wrist of a bowie lightning bolt, another small one on front of her left wrist of a semi-colon, a small heart on her right ankle, the words ‘dream’ in small cursive letters on the left side of her ribcage // ears (lobe and industrial for both ears)

other distinguishing features:;  always has bangs and enjoys a ponytail often

fashion sense:;  classic, casual, trendy with a hint of 90s

body type:;  her weight/body type changes but she’s always healthy with the standard more straight (not so curvy) model body

— PERSONALITY ☆

traits:; clumsy, sassy, hard-working, confident

fears:;  not finding love, being generally alone

hobbies:;  making videos, cooking/baking, singing, writing, dancing, acting

skills:;  singing, acting, dancing and cooking/baking

quirks:;  clumsy, forgetful, bites lip when bored or nervous

— FAMILY & CONNECTIONS ☆

mother:;  megan quinn

father:;  ryder masters

siblings:;  older sister

children:;  none yet, would love one

pets:;  a cat named simba

— FAVOURITES ☆

ice cream flavour:;  strawberry

food:;  shrimp, ham & cheese omelet w/ sausage links, chicken & broccoli alfredo

time of the day / night:;  twilight

season:;  fall/autumn for the chilly days

holiday:;  new years

animal:;  all cats

colour:;  red

scent:;  cherry blossoms

musician/band:;  christina perri

— OTHER ☆

occupation:;  influencer/internet personality (runs a youtube channel and a minor musician/actor)

education:;  high school drop-out, never did anything more school wise

bad habits:;  drinking

a cherished item:;  a mood ring she always wears

random fun fact:;  she got her first tattoo at eighteen

random fun fact 2:;  released her first album in her early twenties

— BIOGRAPHY ☆

trigger warning:; drinking, depression

—- C H I L D H O O D  —-

rachel allison quinn was born to ryder masters and megan quinn, during a trip to miami, her parents had a struggling relationship, but she was always a bit of a daddy’s girl. she’d go with to his sets and watch him act and she felt it was something she wanted to do ever since. when she was eight years old, her father passed away and she was left with her mother and it wasn’t the most ideal, especially once her mother re-married.

she herself was a bit of a loner, she didn’t have many friends, but she always wanted to be more social. she did get close with a boy in middle school and they ended up dating before the summer ending middle school and shortly after split and she went into high school single. dealing with bullying, crushes and feeling unwelcome. school caused her battles with depression and her form of self harm was drinking. rachel was didn’t expand much and after freshman year, dropped out of school just not sure she could do it anymore. she tried home-schooling til she was 17 and got her first job, thus she was too busy and didn’t care much.

—- BACKGROUND  —-

her home life quickly became too much so she wanted to make her own money, but she was a bit too young for a real job yet and thus she found and decided to try out social media with youtube, tiktok, twitter and instagram (mainly youtube & instagram). she used her channel as a fun escape, show her style and then as she started building an audience and soon it became her passion. however this wasn’t her dream and this soon started her making skits and short films to show off her acting skills. in a couple of her works she shared her singing voice and her fans became obsessed so singing became a part of her channel at times. she started making money and decided to take it further but making a single, her own original song. it did so well and soon she came out with another.

now rachel finally opened up again, to a boy she met through some friends and they got close and started dating that summer. she really felt happy with him but soon he called it quits leaving her unsure of what went wrong and she couldn’t bare it. she went to seek help to forget him and then she dove more into her work as an escape from the pain of another failed and short lived relationship. she was able to afford a place of her own and was looking for where she wanted to live, she wanted to leave brooklyn for sure. rachel was mainly looking around los angeles to further her career. it took a lot but she packed up and left for the lovely state and soon she was living in a small apartment, getting used to her new life in los angeles as she had always dreamed. it took a few months, before she was discovered and offered a contract and she jumped at the idea of making a full album. her acting dream was set aside for now.

—- C U R R E N T L Y  —-

rachel soon finished and released her first album by the age of 21 and she moved to a house and got a cat to keep her company. with the success of her first album she got to do a small tour and within a couple years she released her second album at 23. this is when she ended up moving back to new york (but to the queens area instead of brooklyn), with her cat and now she’s eagerly working on a third album. while acting is her dream, music works, she loves writing and sharing her story. now living where she does, however, she’s finally got some acting with some small roles or cameos here and there. it’s a start to getting a big role on a major movie or television show, but she’s okay for now being an influencer does music and holding off on acting for now. she’s still young and happy.

[ will try to update as time goes on ]

[maizethecorn]

Harley Quinn season 4 review/spoilers and links/trivia for people

I finished season 4 of Harley Quinn which began in 2019 developed by Justin Halpern, Patrick Schumacker and Dean Lorey. The plot revolves around Harley voiced by Kaley Cuoco who has broken up with the Joker setting off to become the new queenpin in Gotham City. Eventually, Harley dates Poison Ivy voiced by Lake Bell. Harley also gains friends such as Clayface voiced by Tudyk, King Shark voiced by Ron Funches, Doctor Psycho voiced by Tony Hale and Sy Borgman voiced by Jason Alexander. So it took me two days to finish season 4 and watch the Valentines Day Special. Here's what I thought was good about season 4:

Harley and Ivy learned they needed to communicate better as a couple after their future daughter tells them they were bad parents who never listened to her.

Seeing how Harley and Ivy attempted to balance their separate jobs as villains and heroes and make their romantic relationship work. Couples getting different jobs can affect an intimate relationship in real life.

The bat family not accepting Harley was good. Batgirl liked Harley due to hanging out with her but Nightwing and Damian didn't have much of a reason to like Harley.

Harley hanging out and training with Alfred was sweet.

King Shark having to be a new dad was comical. He thought being a single dad would be easy like what he had seen on television. For better or worse, Jim Gordon gives King Shark some advice such as giving the new shark babies liquor to calm down and allowing them to see violence on security cameras as a form of entertainment.

Nora Fries becoming Ivy's personal assistant was great. She is voiced by Rachel Dratch and has charm and wit. She's filling the spot that Ivy's talking plant Frank used to have.

Bane was wonderful as always. He's so sweet and I hope he can get back with Betty from the Valentines Day Special since Nora just seems to be using Bane was a lackey.

Lex Luther being the final villain for season 4 was well done. His obsession with Superman was his drive for blocking out the sun. There were little moments highlighting his Superman fetish such as when he demanded a man whom he was watching have intercourse put a Superman cape back on.

The final episode set Talia Al Ghul up to be the big villain for season 5. She brought Nightwing back to life in the Lazarus Pit who is now a creepy zombie of sorts out to get revenge on Harley.

Batgirl or Barbara Gordon getting shot by the Joker like in the comics. She's now exercising her computer skills and on her way to becoming the Oracle.

Things I didn't like about season 4:

Clayface didn't show up as much as I would have liked. He is in two episodes. He is now a celebrity and doesn't hang out with Harley and Ivy anymore.

Dr. Psycho-This was my favorite character and I was bummed about how he was demoted to being an extra after season two. I wanted to see him get a redemption arc but that doesn't happen. Still, his character does make appearances in season three and four which is nice.

Harley lying to Batgirl about Nightwing's death. She claims her potato clone killed Nightwing instead of admitting she was the one who killed Nightwing. Harley lying will no doubt lead to conflict between the two girls in season 5.

What was Batman doing in jail? I would have liked to have seen a whole episode focused on what he was doing but all we see is him being a DJ for two seconds.

The Joker's girlfriend Bethany and her kids turning evil. I didn't mind the Joker becoming evil again. I figured he would get tired of being mayor and go back to being a villain. Since Bethany was a nurse, I thought she would break up with the Joker after learning he was evil. Instead, she and her kids laugh, deciding to support the Joker in killing people. Season 3 showed Bethany and her kids to be good, decent civilians with no reason to become villains so the writing seemed a little weak with them in season 4.

I loved the Valentines Day Special. I was glad to see Bane find a special someone for him and for Harley/Ivy to enjoy their first Valentines Day together.

Extra Harley Quinn trivia if you go to the batman wiki link below :

Harley Quinn and Bruce Wayne got married in the White Knight comic series. The White Knight comics are about Joker becoming sane, adopting the name Jack Napier and protecting Gotham City, Jack marrying Harley Quinn and he becomes insane again unfortunately. Bruce reveals his identity as Batman to the public and has to adjust to life not being Batman. Joker dies eventually and Harley becomes a single mom to her two twins: a boy and a girl. Bruce helps support Harley and the two of them get married which you can read about in these links:

Batman/Harley in the White Knight comic universe is the only place this pairing has happened. Unfortunately, they don't look to be a happy couple. Harley grew attached to Bruce after the Joker died. She married Bruce so she wouldn't have to testify against him in court. Bruce tells Harley the main thing that has them bounded together is the trauma the Joker caused both of them. Upset, Harley insists there are mutual feelings between them which Bruce denies. Angry, Harley walks off and leaves Bruce to brood. I like this pairing but this comic series may not let Harley/Batman have a happy ending.

Harley is a wonderful character created in the DC universe. She needs to have someone who will treat her better than the Joker ever did. So far, she seems to be happiest with Poison Ivy from what I have seen in the Harley Quinn cartoon.

[sickkie]

"I'm a very private person, much like my ex-boyfriend. But this past week, for the first time, I have felt compelled to share a few things. Leo and I dated for four years. I met him casually through friends when I was 19 years old and we started dating when we were both 21.

It was a different time back then. We could go places and not be followed by the paparazzi. It was 1995 and he was making a movie called Marvin's Room. I remember vividly while visiting him on the set, watching the O.J. Simpson verdict while in Meryl Streep's trailer. It was a surreal moment for a Michigan country bumpkin like myself.

We were kids. My friends knew his friends and Hollywood back then was like a big high school. It was, dare I say, an innocent time. We were nerds. Good looking nerds with glamorous jobs, but still nerds. We went to amusement parks, concerts, museums and the movies. I was with him when he made Romeo & Juliet, Titanic, and The Beach.

I visited Leo for long periods of time on various sets in different countries. I loved his friends and he loved mine. We were like one big happy family. Leo was a very sweet and thoughtful boyfriend. We also had some hard times like all couples do, and broke up for a bit in 1997 and then got back together. Then, about 4 months after my 25th birthday (ha, I know what you're thinking) it was over for good.

It was a choice I made. I don't how to explain it exactly, I just felt like I was ready for our relationship to be done. It was like I had outgrown that version of myself, the Hollywood high school girl. I wanted to figure out who I was and what I wanted.

Now over 20 years later when I read the headlines and online comments with his most recent ex girlfriend being referred to as having "aged out" or being "too old for Leo at 25," puh-lease (insert dramatic eye roll). I think we can and should do better. What kind of message is this sending to young people?

Back when I was a young model, we were told that our careers would be over at 21. I'm happy to see things are slowly changing for people in that industry now but in the '90s that wasn't the case. Looking back, at 21 or 25 I had no clue who I was or what I wanted. I ended up modeling, and did some acting and a few commercials. But it wasn't until about 30 that I found my true passion, dog nutrition of all things, and I started my own company when I was 33.

I met the love of my life when I was 38 and got married when I was 40. So you youngins out there, listen up. Life gets so much better after 25. Yes, you get more wrinkles but you also get more confidence and more love for yourself.

As far as Leo and his latest breakup, who knows what happened. Maybe she really cared for him but was just ready for the next chapter, perhaps it's temporary, or maybe it's none of our business but can we stop with the ageist headlines and comments? But let's keep the funny memes coming, they're stellar. Truly.

As for me, I'm 48 years old now, (ancient indeed). I live in the countryside of Oregon with my hot husband, Shea, who's a builder and also happens to be younger than me (joke's on you, Leo ), my really cute rescue mutt, Harley Dee, and I own a locally-sourced dog food company www.emmalouskitchen.com. Turns out, I was barely scratching the surface of life at 25."

x

[selamat-linting]

there was a few things i missed and got wrong on my homestuck liveblog yesterday. first of all, i mistook terezi with kanaya with that morallegiance chat with vriska. makes sense, they used to be roleplay buddies until that mess of an incident. not taking away vriska's responsibility from that clusterfuck but, wonder how much of it is doc scratch influence. good god girl, why are you gambling with a literal god? also WHY rose is trusting that white ball asshole? i dont like him at all. he's basically responsible to a lot of the mess the trolls and beta kids is going through.

anyway, at the last page i left off, terezi and vriska's attitude towards each other is largely shown in the boy-off with dave and john. with karkat screaming in the background (he always screams in the background). so its easy to miss that theyre very much in a weird complicated, frenemy state with each other. that in between space where you're not sure if theyre genuinely fucking hates each other or theyre ribbing on each other like two meanspirited friends do. i've been there sister, i've been there.

speaking of vriska (again, because she is my child who has every disease), oh her relationship/friendship with tavros is very conflicted and, i dare say, delicious? this is something that im sure would hit even harder if tavros wasnt relegated to the butt of ableist jokes more than he's treated as a character but. trust me. imagine youre tavros. your friend(?) is vriska. she crippled you, she saved your life, she berates you at every turn, she kissed you. deep down she only wants best for you. she wanted you to kill her. she wanted you to hate her enough to do it. she doesnt want to bleed to death alone. she's begging you to kill her. she's could have forced you to do it but she doesnt. because this is for you both to grow stronger and survive. thats all she wanted all along. for you both to thrive in a world that eats you alive. she needs you to kill her. oh god *head in hands*

-so its really really sad to see vriska being so lonely after killing tavros. she dug a hole too deep to get out alone and the remaining friends she had that could have accepted her again are all dead or too burned out of her. i wish they both can meet each other again. just to talk and find closure. like, tavros deserves to be angry with vriska and he deserves to have that peace he always wanted from her. and vriska deserves to start being a better person and getting some peace of mind. she deserves a chance, is all im saying. like, its okay if tavros cant give it to her. but some of her friends could. maybe terezi? the worst they ever do to each other in terms of direct harm is the eye injury. or maybe karkat? oh god i dont want to hear them arguing, i would go deaf!

-at least vriska has john! its nice to see them being friends with each other. Tbh john has been a breath of fresh air (hehe) in all the doom and gloom. im not looking forward to him meeting his dead dad but right now, my boy is walking around the village with one of the finest music i heard so far. and then he drive a flying car with WV. its just, he is so positive and amidst a set of characters who lost all of their innocence, he remains as the one guy who tries to enjoy the game and take everything in stride. he felt smug when the salamanders keep referencing in his title, he bought everyone hats and snacks, he gave moral support to vriska. the harley and egbert family is so positive about everything and its so endearing!

-AND JADE! fuck yeah she's starting to show how awesome she is. YES JADE say fuck you to karkat! its been long overdue!!! she also should say fuck you to vriska too as a treat. and fuck you to tavros too. and fuck you to that prince of hope (more like doom lol) who blew up her computer. she deserve monetary compensation to deal with that troll polycruel.

-special mention to dave btw. i dont remember him doing anything particularly exciting lately but i believe he's the one carrying the team. john and jade had to do their quest to be effective in defeating the english demon guy (the brits are all demons lol) and rose had to be their prime researcher and strategist, so he basically did the save everyone's ass part. i cant wait to see him hang out with terezi. Also is it bad of me to want him go godtier? Like, it would be interesting.

-and other time aspect characters i want to appreciate, aradia! babygirl have finally get rid of her hopelessness and come back to life! and now she's bringing the gang back together!!! and putting the pieces on why gamzee suddenly breaks. too bad gamzee never had a chance to show his personality. anyway, im starting to think i was wrong about lil cal. like, i think it was posessed but oh no its just bro moving him around, but somehow that fucking puppet is the one wrapped up in literally everything. aradia finds that shitty doll and somehow its connected to gamzee losing it and the game sgurb and doc scratch and... whats going on????

-in conclusion, timebound kids are always the one carrying the team. they are hard to find but theyre the one who could determine how you win or lose the game.

-but how can i forget? kanaya! she came through. i really thought she was dead! but she is alive, and she kills people with a chainsaw than apply lipstick to her bloodstreak lips. she is trying so hard to be Hinged. final girl behavior fr. i wonder how she's going to meet rose again. i hope she talked rose out of that suicide mission.

-and can we talk about karkat? man, imagine leading an army of kids who did kill and maim each other before the game even starts. imagine being the lowest of the social hierarchy and trying to make the most toxic friendgroup filled with racists and murderers to listen to you. imagine being able to do that despite all the odds, bring them to victory, and have the price right on your hands only for it to be ripped away and your friends devolve into chaos and murder several hours later. its a failure of untold magnitude. no wonder he's so disturbed and angry at himself and everyone.

-okay now that im done with the characters. i want to compliment how good everyone looks. the art and the fashions are all sooo amazing. the talksprite is also wonderful. im inclined to change my pfp into feferi's talksprite because i like her design so much. also because hooray! She's just dead, not corrupted by horrorterrors. in my mind she is laughing at tavros and doomed dave rap battle while surrounded by beautiful scenery

-also, i cant believe infinite stairs are referenced AGAIN with sollux and karkat. and SMUPPET ASS JOKE? on tavros dead body? lmao. okay i need to see smuppet ass on dave again. he was just so funny with it. and karkat shipping craze with jadesprite and jade. the jokes are really good, fr

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the thing about character that are from Batman stories - not stories just set in the Batman mythos, necessarily, but the stories about him - is that they necessarily reflect Batman. he's a myth in his own right (in the real world, I mean, not the way people talk about him in universe) and he has his own traits, and people respond by going: what if he didn't have this trait at all. or what if he really did have this trait people say he does.

Nightwing - What if Batman didn't like to 'work alone'?

Red Hood - What if Batman did kill people?

Batwoman - What if Batman had to deal with gender issues, on top of people already not trusting him? (And for Kate specifically, what if the gay coding were more directly addressed.)

Oracle - What if Batman really were the perfect detective who already knows everything?

Ghostmaker - What if Batman actually were a sociopath like everyone says he is?

Batman of New York - What if Batman understood race politics personally? (This one didn't pan out exactly the way it was intended but it's what the story was starting to get at.)

Batman (Thomas Wayne) - What if Batman didn't care about people individually and went fully ends justify the means?

Catwoman (old) - What if Batman had all the same skills, but only liked stealing, not helping?

Catwoman (new) - What if Batman grew up poor?

Gotham Girl - What if Batman had (Superman) powers?

etc.

they're all variations on Batman. depending, some of the variations on Batman have taken on enough of a life of their own that they also spawn variations. Harley Quinn is a Robin variation, based on a Robin that is very much both his own myth and a foil of Batman. Turner Hayes is a Commissioner Gordon variation, the Peacekeeper arc is an Oracle variation, Grace O'Halloran is a Catwoman variation, Bao Pham is a Red Hood variation, Shawn Tsang is a Dick Grayson variation. the myths are iterable, but they're all commenting on each other, and they have the most depth when considered in that light instead of on their own.

then, on the other hand, you have characters from in and around Gotham, but their stories aren't set within Batman's story. Batman still informs them! because they're still created in a world where Batman is a prominent myth, and, especially when working in comics, his cultural impact and his influence on stories is huge. but they're based on the real world impact of Batman, not directly as foils, so there's more room to maneuver, which can make it especially weird when they're placed in the main narrative.

Green Arrow is originally a Batman copy, Constantine isn't directly based on one hero but has influence from all the popular ones, Midnighter is Batman satire, etc. and you can see when they interact with Batman that the foil balancing act isn't present, because they typically work on different narrative logics. and people who are related to Batman in a metafictional sense have a lot of narrative constraints, but not the same ones; the stories act as foils for each other, rather than the characters. that's more and more true of all different comics characters, though, whose stories interact more and comment on each other more.

the thing that's really funny to me is there's a lot of characters, also, that are directly based on Batman style wise, and who like him in-universe, and take some inspiration from the kind of hero and narrative figure he is. but their stories aren't based on his story in a dialogic way, and they aren't directly part of his narrative. so their relationship to him as characters is odd and different.

Maps Mizoguchi, despite really wanting to be Robin canonically and acting in that mythic role in her own story, doesn't really have any relation to Batman as a character. she's essentially just some rando to him, but carrying narrative weight about her own personal relationship to the Robin figure and archetype. so unlike a lot of people-who-are-Robin-who-is-Batman, she's a Robin who isn't Batman, and that shows through in her relationship to him in text. they become dual protagonists, instead of a pair of characters acting as a single protagonist.

The Bat Pack take their styling direct from the Batfamily, but they don't belong to Batman's story, or the world of Gotham as seen in Batman's story. they have a perspective on it that's just wildly different, the way two people on opposite sides of the same large city might think of it in very different ways. they also take their archetypes from different types of stories - they're the children's mystery detectives, a la Nancy Drew or Cam Jansen, rather than Batman's noir detective. genres that influence each other, certainly, but without the same kind of direct relation. Batman's only about as relevant to their story as a kid in a realistic novel who has a favorite Batman figurine.

Xanthe Zhou is in Gotham, and their Gotham is definitely styled off the Gotham we know and love, but it's the setting itself that they interact with, not Batman. the fact that it's all set up so they've met Batgirl a few times but never Batman is great for establishing how the logics of their stories intersect but don't quite mesh. Xanthe has, instead, a backstory that in some ways calls to mind Batman, and a desire to help and protect people that in many ways does. their similarity to Batman is engaged as an establishing feature, to move on to the interesting parts - Batman as real world myth, and nothing to do with the internal narrative.

you've got Monkey Prince, who got an intro not in Gotham specifically to avoid being compared so directly to Batman, because while he's a big part of the DC universe, he's also a shaping figure for how we think of superheroes in general. he needed something establishing to create his own figure away from all that, and even still Batman is so important to the modern age of heroes that he's part of Marcus's backstory anyway.

you've got City Boy, who did get an intro to Gotham, just to jumpstart your understanding that this is a good kid with a heart of gold, not a villain. his story doesn't have anything to do with Batman, really - it isn't the same or opposite, Batman is just irrelevant. but it's also great shorthand for the complexity of a character, what he wants to do right and what resources he has to do it. and also excellent commentary on how the fictional worlds around characters reflect their story, and the ways the story and the character can means different things at the same time. and how stories, like cities, shape our lives by being in them.

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Now That We Don’t Talk | Trevor Zegras

summary: the rollercoaster that is your relationship with Trevor and everything in between.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, underaged drinking, minor mentions of anxiety, allusions to sex (but nothing explicit).

word count: 6.19k

authors note: this is literally the longest fic I’ve ever written so for those of you that make it to the end know that I do love you especially. Honestly I’ve been working on this for a few days now so I’m hoping that it all blended in seamlessly.

Your relationship with Trevor was one for the history books.

From the being the best of friends who then went on to date. Then crashed and burned during the summer of the draft season. Confessions of longing that never got sent and secrets that the world never got to hear.

But after all those years, surely you two know how to move on and grow together right?

June 23, 2018

Even though his parents already adored you, you still came through the same way each time you snuck over “you really have to do that every time?” Trevor laughed as he took your hand to help you in.

You sent him a glare “you want me to piss your mom off?” You furrowed your eyebrows as he smiled.

Trevor watched as you sat on his bed “she loves you more than me.” He confessed as he joined you on the mattress.

The stars shone on your face as Trevor silently stared at you “you know that it’s not true.” You mumbled shaking your head “it’s been ten years, I think she considers you one of her own.” The boy reminded you what day it was.

Ten years ago you began friends with Trevor.

It made your heart grow full “and that’s been the best ten years of my life.” You looked up at him with a smile.

His hand tucked your hair behind your ear “glad you can agree with me.” Trevor reached behind you to grab a box “got this for you.” He explained as the red box came into your sight.

You gasped as he opened it to show you the necklace “it’s beautiful Z.” Your hand clenched at your chest as it was your and his first initials locked together.

Trevor let out a sigh of relief seeing that you liked it “can I put it on you?” He asked as you nodded.

You turned around and lifted your hair up feeling your heart stop at the feeling of his hands on your neck “I love it.” The smile on your face was clear as you stared down at it “you look perfect.” Trevor mumbled as he nodded in agreement.

October 31, 2018

Halloween was fun for the group of seniors as they enjoyed getting dressed up.

But for Trevor he couldn’t help but scowl as he watched you wrap your arms around Alex. Of course you had gone with Alex as the Joker and Harley Quinn.

Your little pigtails had thoughts running through Trevor’s mind that would have sent him into a confessional if he was catholic.

Jack had been in the middle of saying something to Trevor when he realised that the older boy wasn’t listening “you know you can go talk to her rather than just glaring at Alex.” Jack teased as a smirk formed on his lips.

For months the speculation had swirled around the team of the potential relationship that you and Trevor had.

Sure it was childish but everyone was trying to set you and Trevor up but they were all determined “can’t I just look at a girl?” Trevor shot back as he chugged the drink in his cup.

It made the Hughes boy laugh “didn’t take you as the jealous type of person.” Jack teased wriggling his eyebrows “I’m not jealous.” Trevor scowled rolling his eyes as he scratched the back of his neck.

Jack watched as you whispered something into Alex’s ear “so then you’d be fine with something happening between them?” He motioned to how you comfortably sat with his arm around your waist “I’ll be right back.” Trevor grumbled setting his cup on the table behind him before he made his way over to you.

“Does he seriously think I’m that stupid?”

April 16, 2019

Tears stained your cheeks as you stared at your raised knee. Sure your injury was only going to last until October at the latest but it didn’t change the fact that your season ended with you getting hurt.

With you sitting in your room by yourself there was nothing you could do beyond thinking about that leg of you “go away!” You grumbled sinking further into your bed at the sounds of a knock at the door.

You frowned when you didn’t hear footsteps leaving “I’m not leaving until you let me in.” Trevor warned knocking on the door again.

It made you grumble as you hobbled over to the door “what if I just want to be alone?” You proposed seeing the boy stood with a bag from Walgreens.

Trevor’s smiled “unfortunately for you the only option involves what is in here.” He watched you pull the door open further “let me help you.” The boy was quick to add as he looped his hand around your torso when he saw you limp.

You whimpered as you tried to put weight on your sore leg “I’ve got you.” Trevor mumbled pressing a kiss on your temple as he helped you onto your bed before he lifted your leg back to its pillow “what are you doing here?” You toyed with the strings of your hoodie as you stared at the grocery bag.

The boy grabbed your hand to stop you “I had to make sure that you were okay.” His words hung in the air as his hand rubbed your cheek.

Trevor watched as you remained quiet “so are you?” He waited for an answer as you kept quiet “I’m better with you here.” The answer was cheesy but it worked sending the boys heart into summersaults.

Everyone else knew about it but you two, you were each utterly enamored with each other “you’re going to have to stop looking at me like that.” Trevor sighed as he reached down to grab the ice cream from the bag “this is for you.” The spoons were in his other hand as he smiled.

You chewed at the inside of you cheek as you tried to avoid the fact that Trevor remembered the three flavors you loved the most when you were injured “how am I looking at you?” The question came off more dangerously as you thought hanging the bait over his head.

He sighed “like you want more from than what you would actually want.” The boy seemed embarrassed to admit that thought to the world.

A smile formed on your lips “what makes you think that I don’t want you?” You clicked your tongue as you sat up straight “tell me what you want before I turn myself into the biggest idiot alive.” Trevor blurted out leaning forward so that his lips hovered over yours.

Your breath was harsh as the room felt heavy “you Z.” He didn’t let you say anything more before he let your lips get captured in a kiss.

It felt like he worshipped you as his hand ran through your hair and the sweet taste of your cherry lipgloss invaded his mouth.

As Trevor pulled away his eyes locked on with your swollen lips “I need you Trevor.” Words that were so needy seemed to be innocent when it came from your lips “you have me y/n.” It seemed that your knee injury was no longer the most pressing thing on your mind anymore.

June 21, 2019

You avoided almost everyone at the party as you searched the bar for him “there you are!” Trevor cheered as he wrapped his hands around your waist.

The boy grinned from ear to ear as he spun you around “been looking for you everywhere.” You mumbled pulling him into a quiet part of the bar.

Your boyfriend gasped as your hands went under his jersey “baby.” Trevor whined as you smiled “I just wanted to say that I missed you.” The words came from your mouth with a blush to your cheeks.

His hands cupped the warm skin “missed you too.” The new ducks player brushed his lips over yours “more.” You mumbled bringing your hands to the back of his neck as you kept him close.

You two stood together focused on the person in front of them so much do that neither one of you picked up on the crowd you had attracted “how long has this been going on?” Alex furrowed his eyebrows as the three boys stood with their arms crossed.

Trevor laughed as you buried your face in his chest “not so long.” He trailed off as his squeezed your hand.

August 7, 2019

Everyone was at the lake house and everything was meant to be going peacefully as for the most part people were enjoying the peace and quiet before the start of the season “stop being so difficult!” The door shut with a slam.

Of course the rule didn’t run to the couple as they were in their fifth argument of the week “I’m sorry I have an issue with her being so close to you!” You complained running your fingers through your hair.

Trevor glared as he leaned against your shared bed “she’s not important.” He pinched the bridge of his nose “then why do you act like that around her?” You stared at the ground as you wanted him to say anything.

He picked up on how you felt as he sighed “if you can’t trust me on this then maybe we should just end things now.” Trevor proposed making your eyes go wide.

The idea of ending things had you feeling sick “end things now?” You mumbled like he was speaking a foreign language “you couldn’t have seriously thought that we would make it to the NHL together?” It was the laugh that Trevor let slip from his lips that hurt you the most.

In that moment he realized that you had thought you two would be the couple of the NHL “look I’m gonna be in Cali after Boston and you’re just going to be in Toronto.” Trevor began unintentionally twisting the knife “you don’t have to tell me that like I’m a fucking idiot.” You spat sharpening your glare at him.

For a moment or two silence cascaded over the room as you each waited reality to strike and this all to end up being some bad dream that you could laugh about.

“I’ll see you around.” But as Trevor pushed past you heading out, the dream you longed for was pushed back until you could no longer see it. As reality hit you like a ton of bricks you couldn’t help it when you began to slide down onto the floor bringing your knees to your chest.

Not only did you feel pathetic for the fact that you had a few more days at the lake house before everyone left, you also felt stupid for opening your heart to him. Your best friend was a title that he lived for, yet now friend didn’t even seem to have the space to describe what he was to you.

March 20, 2020

You knew you made a mistake scrolling through Twitter that morning. It was there that you learnt how Trevor had moved on.

Whilst you were happy in Toronto, there was always a part of you that hoped he would come back to you. But with the post of his hands wrapped around another girl, you knew that this wasn’t meant to be “maybe it’s for the best.” Your mom spent the last fifteen minutes listening to you talk about him on your drive to the stadium for the home game.

She always knew what was best for you it seemed “you were more in love with him than he was with you.” Her words were truthful yet they weren’t made any easier to swallow.

So you couldn’t help but frown “I guess you’re right.” You sighed locking eyes with Auston who sent you a smile when he saw you walk into the locker room “I should go mom.” You mumbled wanting to talk to the older boy.

The older woman could sense that your distraction was in front of you “good luck tonight! Your father and I will be watching.” She added making your cheeks grow warm “goodbye I love you.” You were quick hang up as the boy smirked.

Auston had become a friend of yours during the rookie season as he was one of the players who took you under his wing “you okay baby?” When he learnt that your comfort movie was dirty dancing it seemed that the nickname was etched into your stars.

It didn’t help that you were comfortably shorter than most of the guys on the team “it’s stupid.” You dropped your bag on your seat in the locker room as you sighed “can’t be if it’s worrying you.” His hand tapped the seat next to him.

You wanted to hate how quickly he picked up on your cues when something was on your mind “is it bad that I’m still hung up on an ex?” You blurted out not caring how desperate or needy that truly made you sound “forget it.” You added seeing your teammate remain silent.

He was quick to stop you as he grabbed your hand “it’s not bad.” Auston shook his head “I am just surprised that you let Trevor get to you like that.” The boy explained making you frown.

You fiddled with the end of your braid as you sat back down next to him “then how do you suggest that I change that?” Clearly you two were going to need your teammates to not arrive anytime soon, because today was the day that Auston learnt about your history with Trevor.

June 4, 2020

You were nervous showing back up at the lake house. Even though you had Cole in the car with you, the sheer idea of seeing Trevor again made you feel sick “you okay?” Cole pulled your attention away from the radio as he turned it down.

Not even the smile you forced onto your lips could fool the boy “look if you want to leave then we can.” Aside from Trevor Cole had always been the person you were closest to in the group “no that wouldn’t be fair on you.” You shook your head as the car parked.

It took only a few seconds for the guys inside to realize that you guys had arrived “y/n you made it!” Quinn cheered as he dropped the bag he was bringing to his car. Throughout everything that happened as you grew closer to the Hughes family as a child Quinn began to see you like the younger sister he never had “I wouldn’t miss it!” A squeal left your lips as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

At that point all of the guys had come out to see what was going on. And as you looked at Trevor you couldn’t help but notice how he had grown up over the last few months. From his hair growing longer to the few inches he had grown too, but most notably how he wasn’t alone as a blonde girl stood behind him, there was that girlfriend.

November 28, 2021

Being in Anaheim you were nervous with how you were going to play back on the same ice as Trevor, but this time you would be playing against him.

Honestly your fears hadn’t gone through your mind since the first period. The game was pretty much the tale of you and Auston and everyone else was just there watching.

You were on par for a hat trick and he had assisted each of the goals. Yet the tale of the side was with Trevor who spent most of his time in the box for, once even for a fight with Auston.

The younger boy felt defeated as he watched you wrap your arms around Auston as you two celebrated getting another goal. A celly fit for the two of you as he kissed your helmet making Trevor throw up in his mouth “you okay dude?” Jamie as he skated past his teammate.

Not missing to pick up on the scowl that Trevor sent you as you skated back to the center “why the hell would I not be?” Trevor’s lash out was written down to be from the fact that the team was now losing 5-1.

Trevor knew he wasn’t meant to care who you were close to, not when he was the one who pushed you back into the category of simply being his friend.

But watching Auston go to the bench Trevor felt himself grow sick at the thought of what the older boy did with you.

Despite the fact that you never confirmed those rumours it never put Trevor’s mind at ease. Instead it made him feel worse.

June 21, 2022

The Tampa air was humid against your face as you stared down at your Lady Byng trophy. You had taken pictures with everyone but somehow the one person you wanted to see was everywhere but being in front of you “penny for your thoughts?” Auston’s voice pulled you from staring at your trophy as you forced a smile onto your lips.

His suit looked good on him as he held the trophies that he had picked up on the night “I was just thinking.” You didn’t want to admit that you had been thinking about the boy who was currently laughing at something one of the older players were saying to him.

It made Auston frown “rather than think about it why don’t you just go talk to him?” His proposal wasn’t far fetched in the slightest.

Yet you still somehow saw it as a mountain impossible to climb “it’s not that easy.” You shook your head causing him to laugh “you forget how to talk to pretty boys now?” His hand was against your back as a rosy tint crept onto your cheeks.

As the older guy turned and tapped Trevor’s should motioning in your direction your teeth caught your lip as you raised your hand to wave at him “I’ll be back.” Trevor’s lips moved and you could see what he has said.

Your heart did loops as he started walking towards you “can we get some pictures of you two?” A photographer asked as Auston nodded with a smile pressing a kiss on your head as he readjusted his grip on his trophies almost holding you like another one of them.

Trevor wasn’t a sore loser in life but to him that felt like defeat. It was hard to not feel like that as the boy looked at you like you were the only girl on this planet.

So rather than waiting his turn to talk Trevor sighed raking his fingers through his hair before he walked away.

July 5, 2022

The morning after Independence Day everyone always had to nurse a hangover. So there you were laying on the swinging bench outside of the lake house as you sipped on your freshly brewed cup of tea.

It was peaceful as you listened to the sound of birds chirping away “thought you’d be out here.” Trevor smiled as he saw you in the sweater that his mom got you for Christmas four years ago.

You turned to him with a nod as you shifted over for him to sit next to you “couldn’t sleep with Cole snoring.” Your words were true with a hint of amusement causing the boy to laugh.

Trevor hooked his hands around your ankles pulling them back onto his lap “but that doesn’t tell me why you are up too.” You leaned forward to place the mug in the table.

He thought about his answer “just wanted to see you.” The confession hang in the air as his eyes dropped to your lips “me?” Dimples formed in your cheeks as you smiled.

The boy nodded mindlessly tracing his fingers along your leg “you looked good in Florida.” His words felt vulnerable as he let himself be open with you for the first time in years.

Your instincts had you wanting to tease the boy but instead you just felt yourself melting under his touch “just in Florida?” You quipped back making him smirk “you know what I meant.” Trevor mumbled as he leaned closer to you.

Quick to mimic his actions your lips now hovered over his “then fucking show me what you meant.” You huffed as his hand cupped your face.

Only getting a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of his lips on yours before you heard a voice come down the stairs “surely nobody is awake yet!” Luke complained causing you to jump away from the Ducks player.

September 20, 2023

It was a quiet day in Toronto as you came to the Scotiabank Arena. The board and coaches had requested that you came in early and stupidly you thought nothing of it.

A smile was on your face until you were met with a new contract in front of you that highlighted how you were getting traded.

The media trained part of you kept your cool until you were sent to the locker room. Seeing your name pulled out of its stand sent a blow to your chest as you finally broke down.

Not caring who walked past you let your emotions come out in the rawest way possible. You weren’t an idiot and you knew that Trevor was the only person you had in Anaheim. And even that was scary as he might not have stayed with the team and not only that but also that you two truly hadn’t spoken since he kissed you at the lake house.

Yes you opted for a trip to Europe over going back to the lake as you truly didn’t think that you could face Trevor again after he decided to no longer return your calls, leaving you in his voicemail instead.

Truly you were so caught up in the new what ifs that your mind created that you began to forget how to do the simplest task of breathing.

You dropped to the floor as you began to hyperventilate “kid?” Auston called out seeing you hunched over your seat.

It didn’t take him long to come over to you quickly spinning you around as he sat you down “you’re okay.” He cooed grabbing your hands squeezing them in the process.

Your head shook as you coughed “breathe before you talk.” Auston nodded sitting next to you “I’ve been traded.” You blurted out realising that there was officially no way to go back from this one.

September 23, 2023

Anaheim was warmer than Toronto as you sat in some local cafe eating breakfast before your first day with the Ducks.

You felt like a child nervous for their first day of school as you watched the unaware Ducks fans walk past. The peace and quiet was exactly what you needed until the yell of a barista caused you to scowl “iced Spanish for Trevor!” They repeated telling you that this wasn’t a dream.

Low and behold your Trevor, if you could even still call him that stood with his drink in his hand and that stupid smile that definitely caused you to fall for him in the first place. Subconsciously you couldn’t help it as you tugged on your necklace, that very one Trevor gave you all those years ago.

In your heart you couldn’t find the power to ever take it off as you weren’t prepared to say goodbye to that part of you life yet “y/n?” Trevor blinked as he stopped in his tracks.

You smiled as he couldn’t tell if he was dreaming or not “what the hell are you doing here!” Before you could even consider that he was mad at you his arms wrapped around you pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

When a whimper left your lips the boy let go remembering that you were probably still half asleep knowing you “sit please.” You offered up the empty seat at the small round table you found in the corner of the shop.

Without hesitation he took it “are you okay?” The look your face held as you tried to figure out how to word what you needed to say wasn’t pretty as you clearly were struggling.

A sigh left your lips as you raked your fingers through your hair “what I need to say is that we’re now teammates.” Your lips pressed to a fine line as you honestly wanted nothing more than to be back in your Toronto apartment playing Just Dance with Willy as fog rolled over the city in the early morning.

It wasn’t often that you or anyone for that matter left Trevor speechless “I’m glad to have you here.” He sent you a smile that was genuine as he raised his cup to yours.

Maybe this was the start of new beginnings that you had hoped for.

October 15, 2023

Despite the fact that the season had only been going on for a few days, you could feel the pressure from the coach to get yourself a goal.

It seemed that everything you tried to do only ended with you feeling embarrassed as you either missed the net or shot it right at the goalie.

The mental block that you had been served with was tough on everyone as your assists weren’t doing well either and that meant you would have been sent to the bench with Trevor if you didn’t start cleaning up your act.

Pressure from being a fresh trade made you feel sick as you saw the way that people online spoke about you lack of skills. It was bad enough being the only female in the league, yet now you certainly didn’t need to add failed trade to the list of reasons fans can dislike you.

So you did a little breathing warm up that your mom taught you in the car when you were seven in an attempt to ease your mind when you saw Trevor get subbed on. You two once played so well together yet now it seemed like the gel was simply no longer there.

He sent you a nod before the face off began with him and the Canes player. The ice went quiet for you as you focused on scanning around for free space.

Now luckily for you whilst Trevor kept your body in sight he never lost the puck and that meant that the first chance he got he was able to send it your way. With Mason in a similar space to you the goalie thought you’d send the puck his was and that left you with just enough space to shoot as your younger teammate was focused on.

Sirens went as the Honda Center erupted in cheers “you did it!” Trevor smiled as he wrapped his arms around you and spun you around.

Maybe the gel was still there for you two.

November 7, 2023

After your first hatty with the Ducks, Trevor couldn’t help it as he walked you around the hotel. There weren’t any weird motives behind it beyond the fact that he truly did just want to talk to you.

So you two spent the majority of the time catching each other up. It seemed that exes were the only topic that you two avoided as family and friends seemed to be your favourites.

It felt weird hearing that your exit left a hole in the Zegras household “told you my mom loved you more than me.” Remembering about that conversation had your stomach in knots.

You hadn’t even shown him or anyone else it before “you know I still wear this?” Trevor smiled seeing you show him the necklace that he had gotten you “and it still looks good on you.” Trevor rubbed the back of his neck as he watched it drop back beneath your shirt “teenage you had moves.” You commented causing him to scoff.

As over dramatic as ever Trevor raised his hand his chest as he gasped “and what’s to say I don’t have moves now?” His reaction made you laugh “the fact that you’re single.” Anyone in Anaheim knew that Trevor could have had any girl in the world.

Yet that didn’t matter to him when the only girl he wanted was you.

The laugh you let out sounded like music to his ears as he shrieked “you are too!” If there was one thing you liked most in life was saying things you knew were hypocritical as you teased Trevor.

You nodded as you tucked your hair behind your ears “but that’s different.” Trevor motioned to you to carry on as you two got to your hotel room door “I’m saving myself for Sidney Crosby.” You joked enjoying the view of Trevor crossing his arms as he rolled his eyes.

Softy you pushed yourself to your door as you knew you wouldn’t leave him otherwise “it’s too easy to screw with you Z.” You mumbled as you unlocked your door “goodnight.” You added sending him a salute before you let your own door shut behind you.

Moments later Trevor let the door to his hotel room with Jamie shut with a slam “rough walk?” Jamie enquired as he wrapped the towel around his torso before he searched his suitcase for pyjamas.

The American nodded as he groaned “no it’s just that she still fucking loves Crosby!” He complained crossing his arms as Trevor let his body fall against the mattress.

It made Jamie smile “you jealous?” He teased, of course all of the guys on the team started a bet to see when they would get back together once Jamie told Mason that Trevor used to date you, and then of course the younger boy proceeded to tell everyone.

Quick to shoot up “why would I be jealous of him when she’s literally next door.” Trevor quipped back in a duh tone.

Of course you had already made the joke about finding Sidney tonight and Trevor didn’t find it funny coming from you so he wasn’t going to find it funny coming from Jamie.

The younger boy nodded “okay so just to be clear if I go and give y/n hi-” before Jamie could even finish pushing his ex roommates buttons he was already shaking his head.

Trevor sent him a glare “you are not going to give her anything, especially not what I think it is that you wanted to say.” His finger was raised as it pointed to his friend. Maybe tonight had enough jokes for one night.

You were totally oblivious as to what was going on in the room next to you when you called your mom “you won’t believe what I got!” You squealed as you lifted up the signed puck.

December 23, 2023

The Honda Center was fully decked out for Christmas and that meant everyone was at the arena early to complete secret Santa the final part of it.

Trevor couldn’t help but watch as you unwrapped the Sidney Crosby jersey that had been signed to you.

Jamie had called in a favour from his Canadian teammate but Trevor was the only one on the team who knew how much you idolised the penguins player.

From posters in your room to going as Crosby for Halloween for three years straight. If anyone knew about how much you looked up to the Canadian center it was going to have to be Trevor.

So as everyone walked back to their cars you couldn’t help but hold Trevor back “you okay?” He furrowed his eyebrows as he saw you clutching the jersey in your hand.

You nodded with a smile “I just wanted to thank you.” You weren’t an idiot, you knew he had something to do with this gift idea being put into his ex roommate’s mind “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Trevor played dumb as he was too embarrassed to admit that he revealed the gift idea to Jamie after complaining about how you didn’t shut up that you beat Crosby in the face off.

It made you smirk “Trevor I know you were the one who told Jamie about Sidney.” You spoke in a duh tone “the gift was all on him.” Now that wasn’t a lie, Jamie hadn’t even told Trevor about what he was getting you.

Hell Trevor didn’t even know that you were who Jamie picked.

Deciding to not fight you stopped as you got to the row your cars were in “well thank you for the contribution you had to it.” You mumbled pressing a kiss to his cheek before you spun onto your heels “night Z.” You added as you began walking.

Trevor watched as you made your way in the coat that truly did wonders for your body “y/n wait!” The boy groaned as he rubbed his hand along his jaw.

Your grin came back to your face “yeah?” You called out turning back to face him “have a good Christmas!” Somehow Trevor hadn’t figured out what he was meant to say to you.

Sure people had what they said to their friends and things they didn’t say to their exes. But they also had things they wished they said to the people they were in love with.

All three of those categories you slotted into in his life.

January 3, 2024

You were able to keep all of your cellys on the softer side tonight as you paid respects to your draft team.

Playing them at the home of the Ducks was weirder than you thought it would end up being “just happy to help the team.” Was what you repeated to journalists who of course had to know your intentions with your ex teammates after you were seen talking to Mitch during warmups.

All of the boys made the effort to keep in contact with you when you left but of course Mitch, Auston and Willy were your trio from Canada that you were always going to love.

Now as much as you truly didn’t want to admit it to yourself or your mother for that matter, you were falling back into love with Trevor through this too.

As you tried to ignore the fears of what going back to him might mean for your friendship that was also only now just in a good place again. The idea of him was enough to make you forget about all of it.

So as you finally had a moment of silence to yourself as you grabbed your bag “hey!” He called out causing you to stop as you left the locker room “you mind if I come back to yours tonight?” The words slipped off of his tongue a lot more innocently than they were truly intended.

For just over a week you two had been flirting non stop so you were glad to see it finally paying off “give me one good reason and I’ll think about it.” You tapped your finger on your chin, jokingly contemplating his idea.

It made him click his tongue “so we can talk about the game.” A glimmer of mischief burned over his eyes practically setting your mind on fire as you began to think about it “and maybe some other things too.” That part was much quieter as he pressed a kiss on the shell of your ear.

As your legs turned to jelly you nodded “let’s get out of here.” And just like you wanted he followed you right back to your apartment.

And that night not a lot of talking was done. In fact you two spent more time between your sheets than you did out of them.

January 4, 2024

Moments from last night held simple reminders in your brain as you slipped out of your bed bringing his shirt with you.

He looked peaceful as he lay there still fast asleep. A stark contrast to you with mascara smudged eyes as you seemed to be too focused on the boy in your bed to even care about taking your makeup off.

Soft mumbles came from your lips as you turned on the shower turning the tap all the way to the hottest side as you hoped it would help your mind that clearly contemplated if last night was a good choice. And luckily for you the universe seemed to be on your side as that shower was all you needed.

Trevor stared at the bouquet in his hand as his heart rate increased. His palms were sweaty as the sound of the your doorbell rang.

When he was met with Auston Trevor felt his mouth grow dry “who’s there?” You called out from the kitchen as you were frying bacon.

Auston smirked at the intimidated look on the younger boys face “nobody important.” He clicked his tongue as he let the door shut right in Trevor’s face.

Clearly this was going to be the last Trevor was going to hear from you as sounds of your shriek signed his letter to request a trade “Aus your hands are cold!”

Because now you two really won’t be talking.

[thornstocutyouwith]

FC: Cody Carson!! [ Can't believe I didn't think of this one until now ]

lets play a game ! send me fcs you could picture me playing and i’ll create a character right on the spot ! 

Name: Adrian Harley Finch

Age: 34

Birthday: February 8

Species: Tribrid (Wererabbit (Giver of Dreams Race), Witch (Human, original Ancestor), Nue), Demon,

Personality: Trusting, Dutiful, Tractable, Amiable, Intuitive, Challenging, Unpredictable, Confidential, Competitive, Freewheeling, Hypnotic, Impressionable, Enigmatic, Sensual, Soft, Amusing, Hidebound, Resentful, Outrageous, Rigid, Transparent, Dishonest,

Occupation: Meteorologist

Sexuality: Wouldn't you like to know.

Face Claim: Look Above.

Powers: Spell Casting, Dream Manipulation, Nue Physiology, Demon Physiology,

Bio:

Adrian is born another offspring of Asher's, being the direct younger brother of Kory Hall. Just like Kory, Asher would also abandon and leave Adrian up for adoption to an unsuspecting family on earth. Adrian, unlike Kory, would be adopted into an average family of moderate wealth. But would face far less complications in his life than Kory would because of this. Adrian's parents were loving and would dote on Adrian as he grew up. Adrian would develop appropriately. Even made many good friends in his childhood. Friends who would make him the leader of their little group, due to his being the most fun and adventurous of all the other kids in the group.

As a child he would sign up for and participate in school science fairs, particularly making projects that had to do with the weather, for the most part. Adrian would develop a love for weather at an early age, that would set him up for his future career in the end. While at these school fairs, as well, Adrian would meet another, strange boy, as well. One who seemed often out of place, because of his awkwardness, especially when it had come to his science projects in particular. The other boy, he would come to learn, was named Benjamin. Though he did not know this when he was a boy, Benjamin was from Wonderland, and would be destined to one day become his husband, when they were grown up.

Throughout the rest of his childhood and teenage years Adrian would live a relatively normal and comfortable life. He would become a normal, well rounded, and somewhat involved citizen of his community. Attending college and graduating, then not long after landing his dream job as a Meteorologist. Life had been going very well for Adrian. That was, until he was twenty years old. When something strange began to happen. Demons from Hell started to contact him. This would increase over time. With some demons actually making personal contact with him, only to be turned away. All this was happening at the same time he had gotten into a very serious relationship that he was trying to keep his focus on as well.

Though things took an even stranger turn for the odd when one day while he was out with his significant other someone would give him a wooden spoon while they were out shopping. Not thinking anything of it he went home but soon after, his body started to react to his dormant abilities and birth DNA awakening in his powers. Which did not at all go very smoothly for him to transition. As they would seem to have a mind of their own more often than he could control his powers. Unable to hide his true self from his significant other they finally were able to catch him when at one point a T-Rex attacked him and he had to use his powers the best he could to protect himself as well as the other from the T-Rex. Needless to say, at the end of the day, this seemed too much for his significant other and they would eventually break up with Adrian, thinking it was for the best.

Adrian would look into the incident and try to find out what exactly was going on with him. Soon finding out that someone messing with time had released the T-Rex and he had just been at the wrong place at the wrong time. As he dug more into these kinds of incidents he would eventually come to find his biological brother, Kory, while the other was working in a nearby town as a mortician. The two would not hit it off well however. Which would lead to the two running into each other here and there and often getting into disputes or fighting each other for one reason or another, majorly through Kory's provoking or antagonistic behavior/actions. This would go on for several years.

However, Adrian would one day be abducted and tormented by his abductors to the point his demonic side completely takes over his mind, changing him from who he was into something new. The torture continues even after this until Adrian is corrupted by his demonic blood. The next time he meets Kory the other realizes that Adrian has been changed from the person he once met years before, and finds this amusing. With that he sets out to try and exploit the other and make Adrian become a weapon to be used by him. This results in another fight between the two, where Adrian is defeated by Kory, who forcibly takes control over Adrian's willpower.

[artbyblastweave]

There are a lot of ways in which Bonesaw seems to be in conversation with Harley Quinn. They’re both blonde, perky minions with an exaggerated affect and an affinity for black comedy, the girl-fridays to their respective society-dwelling chaotic-evil middle-aged masterminds. Both of them have sympathetic backstories in which they were brought to their current sorry state through deft and continual emotional abuse and/or torture. Both of them are painted as arguably more competent and creative than their respective bosses, and both of them ultimately receive redemptive arcs in which they rediscover their sense of personal agency and get out from under the thumb of their abuser. And neither of them has a valid license to practice medicine.

One thing I don’t see brought up a lot, though, is that Harley Quinn as she’s currently written and marketed is already subverting and deconstructing a character archetype- namely, that of Harley Quinn. She was originally introduced as a relatively flat and uncomplicated minion of The Joker, for a gendered sight gag they didn’t even go through with in the final cut of the episode. She verged on being a stock character. I’ve always parsed Mad Love, the comic/episode that fleshed out her backstory, as the writers subsequently sitting down and seriously considering the whole moll archetype; asking themselves how someone ends up the sidekick of someone like The Joker, and how dysfunctional that relationship would be behind closed doors. Harley Quinn is already thoroughly subverting Harley Quinn, to the extent that it’s now possible to go your whole life without consuming any Batman media that contains the original dynamic being subverted.

So what Bonesaw is doing is that she takes that subversion and cranks it up a notch. Bonesaw is a version of Harley Quinn who, in my opinion, is vastly more sympathetic than Harley herself, but she also (very reasonably!) gets handed much less of a pass by the narrative despite this.

Harley was a grown woman with a doctorate. Bonesaw was Six. Harley breached professional ethics by becoming involved with her patient. Bonesaw was Six. Harley (I think @zoobus brought this up recently and got me thinking about this) was, as the Joker’s doctor, and thus at least initially was the more powerful party in regards to the power imbalance. Bonesaw was six. 

But! Despite the fact that Bonesaw was six, and was dealt an unabashedly terrible hand, the redemption arc is significantly more uphill because she, you know, she did torture and murder scores and scores of people in the most horrifying ways possible! And at a certain point issues of culpability have to take a back-seat to questions like “Are we physically capable of stopping her if she changes her mind and starts doing this again?” Pound-for-Pound I’m pretty sure she’s much worse in terms of raw bodycount than Harley Quinn, regardless of how much choice they each had in the matter. No real way to elide that. No marketing-based impetus for the author to do so.

Her redemption arc doesn’t happen because people within the setting idealistically recognize her as an abused child who’s deserving of a second chance on principle; instead they get her in their custody, they need something from her, and extend her the courtesy of not killing her because that’s the only way to get what they need. They never trust her; they never will trust her, (I personally don’t feel like they’re under any obligation to ever trust her) and her readmission to society is so knifes-edge conditional that from her perspective it was only barely worth it to return to the fold. She is not happier for her decision. There’s no just-so story about how doing good makes everyone forgive you and become your friend, or at least become cautiously indifferent to you. This is, like, the most cynical, harsh and bitter redemption arc possible. And in spite of all this, there’s also a level on which Bonesaw is lucky, because her “redemption arc” is so mechanistic; so dependent on timing and circumstance, on people needing something from her instead of just killing her, on being young enough that “she never had a chance to be anything else” is an argument that lands with people despite being also reasonably true for a lot of adult supervillains who got fucked over as early and as hard as she did. 

This has been sitting in my drafts long enough that I don’t have a good sense of what the final takeaway should be, so I’ll just end with this- Bonesaw’s situation, as melancholy and cynical as it makes me feel, is definitely in line with one of the big recurring beats of the book- that regardless of questions of what one deserves, you get away with a lot if you have something to offer and if you play ball. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Taylor’s visit to Sophia in prison comes right on the tail of the Bonesaw sequence; Shadow Stalker could have gotten better, if anyone had cared enough to put in the legwork, and probably could have done so with much less work than Bonesaw. But nobody entertained that idea, because at a certain point she stopped being worth it. And Taylor, who probably did do a lot more harm to a lot more people just because she was running free for longer, gets a seat at the table because she made herself useful, and a charitable assessment from the fandom because we live in her head. And after a sufficiently long bout of fruitless plate-spinning and sin-weighing, kindness and mercy and the extension of second chances inevitably come out in the wash, as a knot-cutting measure if nothing else.

[aro-aizawa]

another rejection story which was funny was like in yr6 and my friend was like "hey i fancy u" and i was like ???? and i ran and hid in the toilets for the rest of lunch bc i was like 10. it was never brought up again 😅😅 my rejection skills did Not get any better lemme tell u (Besides.... who dates in primary school? 😭😭) (okay ive only rejected 2 ppl out of 3.5 confessions but those 2 were so bad i feel moderately guilty afsgsh)

ooooo theres this fandom which second most popular ship on ao3 is a platonic ship 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and im SO invested in them becoming family again u have no idea i love them so much (and that's what annoyed me bc in the top ship in so so many fics it never had the platonic guy :,((( theyre brothers!! theyre brothers!!)

its not against ship fics! i read a lot of fics, and i enjoy all sorts. but sometimes found family... it just Hits Differently

honestly i think this is the reason i prefer friends to lovers bc its not 'nothing to lovers' its like "friends +++" yk?

fjdiejj valid!!! when i was in year 6 they did the whole sex ed thing but i was so cripplingly shy and easily embarrassed that i went and hid in the bathroom for 95% of it because i’d already known p much all of it (bc my friend at the time decided i was “too innocent” and decided to educate me against my will. the same friend who thought i was too innocent bc i never swore so she gave me swearing lessons at lunch time lol. thanks katie i can now never censor myself.). i still came out of the bathroom completely embarrassed, but at least that memory wasn’t burned into my mind. unlike the other sex ed class i had in year 8 putting condoms on bananas,,, that i was too shy and awkward to do myself so i just kind of sat there paralyzed and spacing out the whole time aha

oh ew i hate when fandom does that, taking two guy characters who clearly have a sibling-esque relationship and make it romantic. please. remove your shipping goggles, i assure you that you can find some good comforting fanfic without them.

oh ye dw i got that!! i’m always gonna prefer found family over ship fics a hundred times. the best written found family is still leagues better than the best written ship fic. and yes i agree!!! for me it’s bc the friend to lovers it’s easier to conceptualize as an aro than strangers to lovers. never ever going to understand the love at first sight trope under any circumstances.

[crazyfreckledginger]

Jason Todd x Reader - “In The Pale Moonlight”

After a one night stand, Jason doesn’t seem to be able to get his mind off you. Desperate to get you out of his head, he hesitantly agrees to go to Wayne Enterprise with his brothers for work, as a response to scrutiny from the general public. What happens when the person he was trying to erase from his memory pops right back into his life?

Requested by anon and on Wattpad: “Can I request one where reader and one of the boys are dating but they act like they still trying to get each other so they flirt a lot and stuff even if everyone knows they’re together”/ 

“And other one where the reader is feeling herself and singing “Meet me in the pale moonlight” by Lana Del Rey in front of one of batboys and they’re like wow she cute and kiss the readeeeeeer (they’re dating and they’re teenagers)THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU 💕” /

“haha well I have another which was that the reader is harley and Bruce's kid and she meets  batboys but jason since she knew before she left  for the first time since she was away for wayne industries business meetings”

A/N: I hope you guys don’t mind that I tweaked it a little since these requests don’t have alot of depth individually!

“I’m just here for a drink.” the girl smiled politely even though she was extremely uncomfortable. 

“I am too, can I have it with you?”

“Oh for crying out loud leave her alone, don’t be such a creep.” The man at the end of the counter groaned.

“Mind your business.” the creep gritted his teeth.

“Your disgusting aura is polluting my drink so it makes it my business.” (Y/N) watched as he stood up and walked towards the pair. Now that he was closer, the woman could see how attractive he was up close, stunning eyes, sharp jaw, tall and a streak of dyed white hair, “Fuck off will you?” 

“Who do you think you are?” 

“Sorry, I forgot a world, fuck off please.” The stranger shot the man a terrifying glare and without another word, the man studded away, like a dog with its tail between his legs. 

“Thank you mister, but if he laid a hand on me I would have sucker punched him.” 

“Mister huh?” he smirked, sitting beside her. 

“Well what’s your name then?” 

“Jason, pleasure to meet you.” 

****

“This is your place?” she hummed, fingers running through his soft hair as his lips trailed down her neck, pulling her legs around his hips.

“Mmh hmm,” 

“You rich or something?” the woman breathed out as he sucked on her skin. 

“Something like that,” he murmured, pulling away to tease her lips with his. Jason stared deeply into her eyes.

“What are you waiting for, lover boy? You brought me here.” (Y/N)’s arms hung loosely on his shoulders, occasionally touching the back of his head.

“Yes ma’am,” he smirked, hooking his hands under her legs and carrying her to his bedroom.

****

Glancing at her side to the soft breathing of the naked man beside her, she shuffled, stretching and yawning. What a night, she tried moving her legs but winced, what a night indeed. 

“Good morning princess,” his morning voice was incredibly attractive as his arm slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

“Mmh, good morning,” the woman squirmed in his grip as he nipped at her ear teasingly with his teeth, “what time is it?”

“You have someplace to be?” he murmured, hand caressing her naked hip.

“Yeah, I have work.”

“On a Saturday?” 

“Self employed.” 

“Nice!” 

****

A month or so later, Jason was frustratedly sitting in the meeting room, chewing on his lip in boredom as Bruce brought all of them to a meeting at Wayne Enterprise for less scrutiny from the public eye. 

“The person we will be working on for the new design is going to arrive soon so I need you all on your best behaviour.” He glared at all the boys. 

“Yeah yeah, can we just get on with it so I can leave?” The second oldest rolled his eyes. 

“Mr Wayne?” as if on queue, the person knocked on the one-way privacy film that covered every window of the room, the blurred figure waiting patiently on the other side. 

With a last scolding glance to everyone, Bruce strutted over, opening the door and smiling.

“Good morning Mr Wayne.” the woman greeted with a polite smile.

Jason’s eyes widened, and stayed that way even when he made eye contact with the girl. She responded with the same reaction, but quickly regained her composure and greeted the other boys. 

“Oh hey (Y/N),” Dick waved to his roommate, “you look great.” He flirted.

“...Um hey,” she greeted hesitantly, feeling a little uncomfortable with his usual ways in the professional setting.

“Shall we get down to business.” Bruce glared at his eldest son.

****

“You don’t have to act so grumpy.” Jason rolled his eyes as they finally arrived at their hotel in Europe after an excruciatingly long flight. 

“I’m tired, I need sleep.” Not wanting to address the elephant in the room, especially when she was this exhausted, she scurried to the bathroom to slip into comfortable pyjamas and landed right into bed, “I’m having this conversation tomorrow, good night.” 

The next day came quickly and (Y/N) opened her eyes reluctantly, wanting to melt in the comfortable double bed she was in. Discreetly, she peeked at the double bed facing her diagonally. 

The woman frowned, it was empty.

“I’m right here.” the man voiced from behind her as he exited the bathroom.

“Jason!” she screeched, “what the hell! Don’t creep up on people!” 

“Well don’t try to spy on people when they are sleeping!” he threw his damp towel to her.

“Ewwwww!” she grimaced.

“Chill, I was drying my hair with that.” he walked towards his bed, and she only now noticed that he was naked -- with a towel around his waist obviously. Steam was emitting from his skin as it glistened still.

With warm ears, she pulled the covers over her face, eyes peeking out discreetly.

“We’ve seen each other completely naked, I don’t see what the problem is, if you’re going to look, be shameless,” he moved his butt from left to right teasingly, “you can see this regularly if you want,” he chuckled.

With a sigh, she buried herself under the covers. 

“I haven’t changed my mind Jason, I’m sorry, I’m not interested in commitment at the moment.” 

She felt a weight on the bed and hesitantly took a peep out. Jason was laying on her bed, shirtless but with some underwear on.

“At least give me the benefit of the doubt for this trip.” he gave her the puppy eyes. Eying him suspiciously, she sighed.

“Alright, fine, don’t disappoint.”

****

A few months or so later into the relationship with Jason and gotten closer to his younger brothers, (Y/N) slipped on a comfortable T-shirt, watching herself in the mirror as she tidied her hair a bit and examined the hickey on her neck.

Swaying lightly from side to side to the song that was stuck in her head, she hummed softly to herself, setting out her clothes for the day.

“You don't have to give me anything

Just put your sweet kiss kiss on my lips now baby”

Walking back to the mirror, deciding on whether or not jewelry was necessary, the woman continued.

“Think about you almost all the time, all the time and-”

 “I love you so much baby,” he breathed out from the other side of the room. 

“Hmm?” she glanced in the mirror. 

“Keep singing~” 

“No,” she stuck her tongue out playfully, “are you ready?”

“Do we have to go?” Jason whined, marching up to her, slapping her ass and squeezing it before hugging her from behind, nuzzling her hair, his warm skin against her.

“Baby of course we do, we have to hide the fact that we’re together, plus they are fun, we’re all friends here.” she rubbed her butt against his hips and he bit her ear. 

“No teasing,” he whispered in her ear, turning her around and pushing her against the dresser, “or else.” 

“Or else?” the woman chuckled, “but seriously though,” her hands cupped his cheeks as he stared at her lips, “we can’t act like a couple, it’s unprofessional,” 

“Technically I don’t work at the company,” 

“And the person I’m working with is your dad.”

“Adoptive, you have nothing to worry about.”

“Just a coffee, maybe a lunch, and then we can come straight home.” 

“Mmh, okay,” he pouted, holding her tightly as she kissed his lips and pulled away. “You sing beautifully, please do it more for me.” he pouted. She chuckled, shaking her head slightly in embarrassment.

“Put a shirt on and let’s get ready, I don’t want to be late!” (Y/N) ushered, “and the sooner you’re out of here, the less anxious I’ll be that your brother unexpectedly enters his own home and sees you in it.”

When they were ready, at a somewhat reasonable time, they drove there as quickly and responsibly as possible.

“Why is your hand still on my thigh?!” (Y/N) jumped once she realised he had discreetly snaked his hand back on her thigh when he was parking the car on the side of the road, in a surprising proximity. Slapping his hand away and giving him a look, the woman slipped out of the car and walked up the stairs, ringing on the bell.

Jason scurried up beside her, slapping her butt playfully before pushing the door open. 

“Hey guys!” she grinned, not having the time to scold her boyfriend once again as she was greeted with welcoming smiles. 

“How have you been?” Dick teased, having seen her just yesterday.

After playful banter, and not-so-playful for the brothers, over a nice hot drink, a new topic came up.

“How was the party yesterday (Y/N)?” Jason inquired, knowing fully well about it but trying to seem inconspicuous, “I hope no one stole your heart, that’s for me!” … or not.

She paused, giving him an unimpressed look, reluctant to answer “It was great, and no.” 

“No what?” he smirked. Her cheeks burned, she did not like being put on the spot to lie, especially since this was incredibly unnecessary.

“No one did anything.” 

“To who-”

“This is embarrassing, we know you two are a couple,” Damian nearly gagged. 

“Huh?” (Y/N) turned to him, feeling her soul leave her body.

“How do you know?” Jason looked at him.

“It’s been a while.” Dick chuckled.

“We been knew 💅,” Tim rolled his eyes.

“Someone left someone’s underwear in an awkwardly obvious place when I came around… and you slapped her butt before you came in here, everyone saw it.” Dick explained, watching his brother.

“OH MY GOD, JASON!” 

“I didn’t- wait, how do you know that it’s her underwear???”

The eldest’s expression fell and he blushed. 

“I might have um-” 

“He accidentally came in when I was packing my bag to leave for the business meeting in France okay?” the woman spluttered. 

“You did WHAT?”

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[ragingbookdragon]

I saw you want idea for flash. Maybe Barry falling in love with Bruce's younger sister who is justice league member. Barry has a crush on her because she is a good cook and very optimistic with a habit of making puns. Cue the cute fluffy romance with food.

P.s. sorry if it's too much. I love your works on the lanterns.

Okay, I changed it just a pinch, but I think it works well! I'm glad you love my GL works dear! -Thorne

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Barry had been to Gotham more than a few times. Honestly, the city gave him the creeps and he stayed away, but he’d been a few times. He was probably the superhero besides Superman and Wonder Woman that didn’t have to call before he entered the area. That being said, his Midwestern sensibilities got hold of him more than they did most, and he couldn’t help but call ahead. Except when he didn’t get a response from Bruce, it worried him, and he got to the Batcave in record time.

“Bruce!” he called, skidding to a stop near the Batcomputer, only to find a young woman sitting in the chair with a worried look on her face. “Uh…”

She jumped at the sound out his voice and spun around, the worried look giving way to relief. “Flash! Oh, I’m so glad someone answered!” hurrying over, she took his hand and led him to the screen. “You have to help Bruce.”

He blinked, looking over at her. “Who are you?”

“Who am—” she shook her head. “That’s not important right now.” Pointing to the screen, she explained, “Joker and Harley took over Arkham Asylum and they’re unlocking the cells all across the blocks. Bruce is good, but I don’t know if he can manage that many supervillains at the same time.”

She clicked a button and the screen flashed, showing Bruce in the middle of a fight with Killer Croc and Poison Ivy. “The others are busy across the city running missions.” Turning, she took Barry’s hands in her own, tears coming to her eyes. “Please, Flash. Help Bruce. Please.”

Barry could only gape at the woman and look at the screen again, watching as Bruce took a blow to the side, and he nodded, pulling away. “Alright. I’ll help him.”

Her shoulder sunk in relief. “Oh, thank you.” She picked up some kind of device that looked like a scanning thermometer and raised it to Barry’s head, clicking the button.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a scanner. I’ll be able to get into your suit’s frequency to help you.” She turned and set down the scanner, then tapped at the screen. Immediately, directions to Arkham Asylum flooded the sensors in Barry’s cowl. “There. Can you see them?”

He nodded with a smile. “Yeah, I’ve got ‘em.”

Grinning at him, she winked. “Now run, Flash. Run.”

Barry shot her a look. “That’s original.” And he was off in a streak of yellow lightning.

***

It took less than thirty minutes for Barry and Bruce to reign in the asylum and make it back to the cave. And boy, was Bruce not happy to see his coworker in Gotham city, much less her who’d called him.

“I explicitly told you not to call anyone unless I ever told you to do so.”

Barry watched as she inconspicuously rolled her eyes, but he knew Bruce saw the reaction too. “I made a judgement call.”

“Your judgement was flawed, (Y/N).”

She glowered at him. “Maybe your flaw is being an anti-social jerk.”

The Flash narrowly managed to turn his snort into a cough.

“I didn’t call in another superhero to rain on your parade, Bruce.” (Y/N) grabbed Barry’s arm and yanked him forward. “I called your friend who was going to have your back when you needed it.”

Bruce looked between the two and Barry couldn’t help but blurt out, “I still have no idea what the relationship is between you two, but I’ve seen Wally and Bart argue long enough to know that you guys are family.”

(Y/N) laughed while Bruce merely grunted. “We’re siblings. Bruce is my older brother.”

“Ah, that explains it.” Barry looked between them. “So, are you not a superhero then?”

She smiled. “No. I’m just technical and moral support for the family.” Meeting his eyes, she added, “And the occasional referee whenever someone has beef with another family member.”

He chuckled. “Telling me the woman who has no martial arts training can keep up with the master detectives?”

(Y/N) winked. “It always helps to have a Superman-Stun-Gun on your person.”

Barry all but cackled, and Bruce griped, “Are you two done? I still have business to take care of.”

She stuck her tongue out at Bruce and grabbed Barry’s hand. “C’mon Barry, you’re probably hungry.”

“I’m always hungry.”

***

(Y/N) ushered him into the kitchen and onto one of the barstools. “Sit. I was just about to pull the chicken out of the oven.”

“What’d you make?”

Cracking the oven, she let the steam billow out before opening it all the way and reaching in with her oven-mitted hands, pulling out a glass casserole dish. Inside was a bubbling mixture of chicken and rice and the second the scent hit Barry’s nose, his stomach grumbled like a whale.

His cheeks flushed and he pressed a hand to his stomach. “Sorry.”

(Y/N) smiled and set the dish down on two wooden trivets before removing the gloves; she grabbed a serving spoon from the drawer and scooped out a good helping of rice and one of the larger pieces of chicken, setting it in front of the Speedster.

When he picked up a spoonful and brought it to his mouth, she gently laid a hand on his wrist, stopping him with a quiet, “Careful, it’s hot.”

Barry closed his mouth in a small “ooo” and blew softly, then put the spoonful in his mouth. Immediately he groaned, eyes closing as he chewed.

“Pretty good, huh?”

He swallowed and nodded. “It’s fantastic.” He stuck the spoon back in the bowl. “It reminds me of the chicken and rice my mom used to make.”

(Y/N)’s eyes flashed with a sad tone, but only for a moment. “My mother used to make this for Bruce and I when we had bad days. It was the comfort food she’d learned how to make when she was young.” She blew on her own spoonful. “I’ve spent almost two decades trying to recreate that loving feeling I used to get when I ate it as a kid.”

Before he could say a word, a shout sounded through the foyer. “AUNT (Y/N)! WHY IS THE OLD MAN ACTING LIKE AN ASSHOLE MORE THAN USUAL!”

She snorted, looking towards the doors when her nephews wandered in; the tallest one stopped and cocked a brow at Barry sitting on the barstool. “Oh. So that’s why B’s in a bad mood.”

“Jason, be nice,” she tutted, spooning the food onto plates, and passing them to each boy that walked over.

The young man glowered at Barry, who was on some level unnerved, but he met the teal eyes with his own firm baby blues. “He’s in my spot.”

(Y/N) nodded to the counter. “Then sit on the counter for now. Barry’s our guest.”

Barry speedily, ate the rest of the food and stood up. “I should actually be getting back to Central.”

“Aww,” she cooed. “But you didn’t even stay for dessert.”

That made Barry perk up. “Dessert?”

She winked. “If you gimme just a sec, I’ll have it whipped up…in a flash.”

Barry cackled while the others around her groaned and then someone cleared their throats, causing them to look towards the entryway at Bruce. (Y/N) smiled and plated some of their dinner, holding it out for him.

He took it and didn’t even cool it off before taking a bite. But the way his expression softened just a moment, told her all she needed to know; he leaned over and pecked her temple, murmuring, “Taste’s just like mother used to make.”

Bruce took the plate and walked back over to the doorway, but stopped and said, “Barry…thank you for the help tonight.” And then he was gone, leaving Barry to gape at the doorframe and (Y/N) smiling.

“I think Hell just froze over, Aunt (Y/N).”

She rolled her eyes and ruffled Tim’s hair. “And there went the loving moment.” Laughing along with her nephews, she looked at Barry. “So, dessert?”

He smiled politely but shook his head. “I really need to be getting back.”

“I understand.” She nodded and gave Jason another serving when he handed his plate over. “Barry?”

He paused, glancing back from the doorway and she gave him a look that made his insides feel warm and fuzzy. “Yeah?”

(Y/N) smiled. “Don’t be a stranger.”

Barry winked in return and was off in a flash.

[alyssadeliv]

The Forgotten One

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Chapter 8

Just seeing that dagger, even after years, brought memories that made his heart ache. He remembered giving it to her… It was her 12th birthday, and even being only six at the time he remembered feeling so proud of himself when her entire face lit up at the sight of his present. The yin and the yang always represented their relationship so well. She was the light inside his darkness, and he was the darkness to her light. He still had the other part of the set, from the last time he had ever seen her, it was his most prized possession. It was inevitable that every time he looked at it he remembered her, so he mostly kept the weapon in the back of his closet, carefully protected inside a wooden box, because it was too painful to look at every day.

Now that he was older he wondered if his first actions after discovering his other siblings had anything to do with her death. Something inside him told him he needed to secure a position for himself before his Father decided he wasn't needed anymore. Because that was the norm in the League. You had to fight for your position. The only person he could let his guard down was his sister. He didn’t need to prove himself for her. She looked at him as if the world started and ended at him, and he always had looked at her the same. 

He took her death hard, but he never truly got to mourn her properly. Being tossed aside by his mother to live with the father he had never met, after the most tragic event of his life, was enough to damage lesser children, but he was the Heir of the League. He needed to be strong. So that's what he did, first, he tried to eliminate his competition. But to his surprise, he was berated by not only his Father but his other siblings. 

Being only ten at the time he didn’t know a life without violence. And he had to relearn how to behave in this new world he was left on. Without his sister by his side, he felt incomplete. Being neglected by the Father he looked up to for so long wasn’t easy either. He never once told anyone about her. He didn't see the point. She was dead, and Al Ghuls never dwell on the past. But as a Wayne, he often found himself opening the wooden box and remembering all the happy moments of his life by his sister's side.

That’s why this copycat made him so angry. He recognized the uniform and the weapons being used. The fighting style and the evasion techniques he recognized from his training in the League. Whomever this person was, it had ties to his grandfather's organization. Living almost three years away from the League lifestyle was enough for him to decide to never return. But he couldn’t for the life of him understand why his mother sent someone to taunt him with his dead sister's doppelganger. That was cold even for her, and he knew that Talia would never cross that line because she loved Marianne too. 

It took him almost one week to try to come clean with his family. He needed time to process. In that period of time, their mysterious assassin completed their mission. Damian knew that because a high fashion designer was found dead by the docks a couple of days after their last encounter with the BatFam. There were signs of torture, but the most peculiar thing was that the designer was wearing a tailored suit with the Order of the Miraculi symbol on the back. Gotham police simply linked his death to a Chinese gang, but Damian knew better. He just wasn’t sure what exactly happened. 

He had a theory that after his sister's death, Wang Fu eventually got a new apprentice, and that person now was impersonating his deceased sister to obtain power. Before her death, Marianne was widely known as The Lily of the Desert. Her reputation was incredible. And her Modus Operandi, amazing.

In his sister's memory, he needed to put a stop to this impostor.

“I have not been completely honest with you Father” They were all at the cave, getting ready for patrol. Grayson and Todd immediately stopped whatever they were doing and stared at him as if he had grown another head. Drake nursing a hot cup of coffee didn't seem to have listened to what he said. 

“And what exactly have you been hiding?” Father asks folding his arms in front of him. These last couple of days had been hard on him. Catching the assassin had been his number one priority. 

“I believe that I have information pertained to Gotham's new visitor…” His Father's face darkens. He wore the Batman suit sans the cowl, but he still looked very much intimidating. 

“And why have I not been informed of this sooner?” He asks with a stern tone. Seeing his Father, with arms crossed, made Damian remember the series of long berations he received in his first months living at Gotham. And for some reason, he felt small.

Seeing his youngest reaction, of flinching, he softened his tone. 

“What I mean is… Why not come to us in the first place, surely we could have helped, and-” He was interrupted, a loud signal echoing through the cave signaling that there was a disturbance. Oracle immediately gets to work. 

“There’s a disturbance in Wayne Botanic Garden… The alarm indicated someone broke in. There is no response from the security team there.” The redhead explains the situation. “I don't think it is Ivy. There have been no sightings of her in weeks… She and Harley have been keeping a very low profile.”

“Suit up everyone! We will finish this later Damian. You and Hood are in charge of discovering where this intruder entered the building. Tim, Alfred benched you, stay here with Oracle and go through the security video, find out where this person is staying. Nightwing you are in charge of finding the security team. I’ll deal with whoever it is inside.”

And with that, they were gone.

When they got to the Botanical Gardens it was too silent. The alarm that alerted them wasn’t on anymore. And if they didn't know better it would have seemed a false alarm. 

“New plan, Nightwing and I will enter the building. Robin and Hood are to keep guard on the roof. If you see anything exiting the building notify us immediately.” And he was gone.

Damian got angry, knowing that his Father was punishing him for lying.

“Well, it looks like it’s just you and me baby bird” Todd says with a cheeky smirk. Even with his laid-back attitude, Damian could still tell that he had his guard up. “You stay here, and I’ll take the other side of the building. Call me if you need backup!” Of all of his brothers, Jason Todd was the one he least interacted with. He mostly lived in his apartment, and aside from patrol, he was never home. He liked to think that at some level the oldest understood him. He too was trained by the League for years, and he always wondered what it would have been like to meet him before coming to Gotham. 

Todd didn’t like to talk about the time after his death and Damian respected that. Because he too had difficulty talking about his childhood. Grayson was the one that always pushed them to try and talk about their feelings, and that was one of the reasons he did like his older brother, it kind of reminded him of Marianne.

Even if he did miss his life in the League, life with his Father was without a doubt, better. He was allowed to have pets, something he always wanted. And he wasn’t expected to train until he bled. He was obligated to attend school, and that he didn't like, but in general, he couldn’t complain. 

Suddenly he got movement from his perimetrical vision, and if it wasn’t for his training he might have missed it. Whomever it was, was taking advantage that the roof from the building across from the Gardens didn’t have lighting. 

Throwing caution out of the window Damian went into action. He didn’t need backup. If it was someone from the League, he could take care of it. When he got to the other roof he was immediately attacked. His opponent wasn’t using the weapons Damian knew she had in her possession. At their last encounter, he hadn’t been able to catch a glimpse of who had attacked Drake, but now he could tell it was someone older than him, and she definitely had previous training. He blocked her first punch but wasn’t able to escape the second one. He momentarily lost his air but didn’t let his guard go down. He responded in kind and suddenly they were in heated combat.

On his intercom, he could hear his Father and siblings asking what was happening, but he didn’t have the time to respond. For some reason, their fight suddenly felt like a dance. They were in synchrony with each other and he felt as if he was missing something. The girl was wearing the traditional League attire, with a small symbol of the Order of the Miraculous on her left breast. It was identical to the one his sister would use, and that only helped to fuel his anger. By now the other would be getting there in a matter of minutes, so he had to act fast. Fastly grabbing a Batarang he threw it with all his force. Not expecting it, she couldn’t get out of the way fast enough, and the weapon lodged itself to her right side. Blood immediately started coming out of the wound. He lunged at her. Using her wound as an advantage. But to his surprise, she didn’t seem affected. And was able to block his attacks with ease. He heard some bodies landing on the roof, his family had reached them. But that still didn’t deter him. Punch after punch he started to gain some ground over his opponent. Landing one powerful land on her jaw she falls to the ground defenseless, and her mask dislodged from her face, and now Damian was finally able to see the face of his opponent. He froze. 

Somewhere behind him he hears his Father asking her questions, but it is all muted. A million thoughts pass through his mind, but there are so many that he can’t form a coherent thought. 

“Ashataqat lak ya 'akhy" Comes from her mouth.

He throws himself towards her. He hears Grayson shouting for him to stop, but he can't, it's like his body is moving at its own accord.

Jason sees everything happening in slow motion. From the second they hear fighting sounds from the Demon Spawn’s intercom to when they reach the rooftop where the fighting is taking place. He sees the brutal moves, Robin, lands on his opponent. And if she wasn't an assassin he would feel bad for her. 

She’s injured but that doesn't stop Damian. Dick tries to interfere, but for some reason Bruce stops him. Something he regrets when she’s finally overpowered and is on the ground because even after Dick screams Damian to stop he still goes after the girl. 

But to their surprise, he doesn’t attack her. He throws himself into her arms. She hugs him back, not even caring that her side it’s badly bleeding. She holds him as if her life depended on it. And Damian is no different. Even being at a considerable distance they can see Robin’s shoulders shaking. He's crying, something no one ever saw him doing before.

That sight stunned him. And he can see he is not the only one. Bruce doesn’t seem to know what to do, and Dick looks like someone just kicked his puppy. 

Oh, how Bruce wishes he had heard what Damian had to say earlier.

So last chapter didn’t get a lot of notes... Is the story getting boring? Honest aswers please! I’m posting this chapter today as a birthday present for myself! (My birthday is in 2 days! So exited!) 

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verse viii. Jester |  EARTH - MORALITY SWAP / ROGUE AU

Dick Grayson was snatched up by the Joker before either the Bat or The Court could get to him. Not only was he thrown into a chemical vat full of toxins... But he was molded into the perfect ‘son’ as an ‘I’m sorry’ gift for his and Harley’s ‘toxic’ relationship. 

Harley is, understandably, horrified and is not into this gift whatsoever, and gets the kid ala ‘divorce’ scenario (it was the only way Dick would come with her). But now she’s left with a parentless child, who was certifiably insane in a way that very few people in the world understood how to handle as well as she could.

Jester, the Clown Duke of Crime, and the Tainted Gray Son of Gotham was born.

If any Harley Quinns ( and Jokers, by extension!) want to interact, we can talk together about details and plot specifics! Whether Harley ever WANTED him to go out as Jester, or not.... What are the specifics that brought Dick to them both... All of those things can be worked out :) 

(Of course, I don’t want to force the AU or the close relationship on anyone, so we can absolutely plot something else if you’re interested but don’t want to play it quite like the default setting for this AU! I want my rp partners to feel comfortable around me, so we will only do what you feel comfortable with!)

But by default, Dick’s moniker is ‘Jester’. He’s generally interested in building a name and reputation for both Harley and himself - while living the life he wants to. Security is a big part of what drives him. Financial security, home security, emotional security.....  Gymnastics and general acrobatics are not only refined but a focal part of his spent energy, thanks to Harley. 

When younger, Jester acted as a general way of distraction and display to others. No one wanted to deal with a cute kid.... ‘till said kid busted your balls with a heavy mallet and heely’d around you with cruel remarks that only 12-year-olds could master. Or set something on fire. Or pulled an alarm and got the room on lockdown. 

Ironically enough, being raised by a psychiatrist who understood the workings of a young person’s mind and could create good habits, and accessibility he needed.... As he aged, it had an extremely positive effect on Dick. He was a straight A student. Didn’t get into a lot of fights. Emotionally open. 

As a young adult, he is trying to establish himself as an independent person, and find a path that works for him. He doesn’t have a ‘moral code’ as much as he does what he does in order to make the people he loves happy, safe, and proud. 

A plot point that I’ve written out is that he manages to keep ‘Jester’ in the closet until college. He totally fucks up. Has to drop out (yikes! can’t escape it, even in this au, dick), and also gets locked up by that point. He managed to get to his third year of college with an Associates degree, though.

Like Harley, I think he’ll dabble anywhere from villain to anti-hero. He’s just unpredictable! 

That said, he not only kills, but has no real qualms about killing if something is in his way - or effects anything he does actually care about. He’s not afraid to brutally murder.

He is morally dubious in this AU, a total reversal of his canon self

Jester is friendly! Cute! An absolute fucking terror! Enjoys being around others. Reality is........... not a strict thing, in his mind. He’s pretty good at faking it though, as ‘Dick Grayson’. 

I was hugely inspired by the costume direction of Birds of Prey (and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn) - and specifically picked Jester’s general outfit to be the yellow and diamond jumpsuit, with a pink bralette underneath- and a fun little eye mask. He’ll wear skates, mostly, but you can also find him on heelys or light-up sketchers. Jester will wear all different kinds outfits - depending on the gig and his current state.

Dick can be played at a multitude of ages in this AU, from baby rogue sidekick.... But I’ll typically play him as a default at age 18-20, as he’s establishing himself as an independent rogue within Gotham..

By default, your character should not know that Jester is Dick, unless in extenuating circumstances, like dimensional or time travel

Exceptions can be made, but we will need to discuss these beforehand! <3

I totally borrowed a lot of this format from @volucerrubidus​ who also has a rogue! au for his Tim here. I’ve had the pleasure to write and plot with Crow and he’s SOOOO fun! 

[gothamsgaygirlgang]

Another Day In Paradise

Set post Arkham Knight, Selina reflects on the events of that night and her relationship with Bruce

AO3 version in comments

I know I'm about 7 years too late for this but I've been replaying Arkham City and thinking about Selina's depiction in the games and her relationship with Bruce. Also me tip-toeing into the batcat waters lol

The cool ocean breeze and her icy cocktail were the only things that made sitting under the scorching African sun bearable. Selina rested her glass on the table next to her, flicking the excess condensation from her fingers. A cabana boy clad in all white took her empty glass and replaced it with a fresh one.

“Some shade, madame?” He asked.

“Please,” Selina replied.

Paradise, this was paradise. A well-deserved break from Gotham made all the sweeter knowing she was spending Riddler’s money. Selina decided it was best not to stick around, she had sabotaged what ever scheme Eddie had prepared to bust himself out of jail. However, she knew it wouldn’t be long before he came up with another plan. She was sure that Catwoman was number one on his hit list. So, she decided it was best to keep a low profile for a while. It’s not like there was any reason for her to stick around Gotham.

Especially with Bruce-

Selina’s hands curled into fists in frustration, nails leaving prints in her palms. She had promised herself she wouldn’t think about him. About that night. Grief wasn’t part of her plan but spending most of her time alone on private beaches left her mind to wander. Holly had joined her at first, after Selina picked her up from the evacuee camps. But when Gotham opened again, Holly had the urge to return, to see her friends and pick up the pieces of her life. Without the younger girl there to occupy her time, dragging Selina to go jet skiing or paragliding or scuba diving, her mind would wander. Always winding up in the same place.

When Scarecrow removed Bruce’s mask, Selina wasn’t all that surprised. She had kissed both Bruce Wayne and Batman on several occasions and she noticed the similarities. Though she was probably the only person who could have deduced his identity by those means. She remembered the feeling of dread more than anything, dread at what was to come. And when she saw Wayne Manor go up in flames, she knew it was over.

It was still unclear to her if Bruce was alive or not, but he may as well be dead. Whether those explosives were set by an enemy or by Bruce himself, she knew she would never see him again. Selina understood that he had made his choice, and that choice did not involve her.

It made her stomach twist in knots to think about him, her hands still trembling. After she had her revenge on Eddie, she tried to find out more. Nightwing and Robin refused to speak with her, every lowlife idiot in Gotham was claiming that they planted the bombs in a poor attempt to take credit for killing Batman and any of her other informants were locked up or gone. After weeks of digging, she gave up and in an act of mercy to herself, declared Bruce dead. What ever they had together was with him in his grave.

Although she told herself it was a vacation or to avoid Eddie, it truly was because Gotham reminded her so much of him. The only tie Selina had to the city anymore was Holly who would be set for life, Selina made sure of that. Otherwise, Selina had no one. Ivy was dead and although their relationship was tenuous, she did enjoy Ivy’s company. And she was a powerful ally when needed. Her relationship with Harley was never strong either. From what she had gathered, Harley was on the road to reforming and contacting her would probably do more harm than good.

Selina wondered if she could ever call Gotham City home again. She thought of Robin, wondering if he was going to take up the cowl of his mentor. If he would be capable of filling those boots, if it was even wise decision. Then her thoughts drifted to Nightwing, wondering if he was going to stay in Gotham and help Robin. God, why did she care? It wasn’t her concern, she never wanted to be a hero. Still, it was as if she could hear Bruce’s disapproval. He would think she was wasting her skills, baking under the sun and sipping cocktails. And then she thought of Holly and the other friends she had made in Gotham. How would they fair without a bat or a cat looking out for them. Was this Bruce’s legacy, his parting gift to her? A sense of duty to protect people who cannot protect themselves.

The sun began to set over the waves, sending hues of pink and gold dancing through the sky. Selina wondered what she would do next… What could she do next.