#i have so much despair inside me lmao and idk how much longer i can possibly carry it

[ardentpoop]

week 3 of

[hurting-fictional-people]

So the notification I got for your most recent post read as follows:

“Whumper conditions Whumpee to only eat after …”

and my brain autofilled "… after being hurt."

I didn't click the notification immediately, so that sat in my brain for a bit, and now I have a whole scenario:

They only get actual food shortly after being freshly hurt. Food eaten any other time (if given) is brutally punished/they get kicked in the stomach/made to throw up/contains something to make them throw up (or other toxic unpleasantness), or is otherwise unfit for human consumption. But they get genuinely decent meals right after a "session".

After being rescued, they won't eat. the sight of even simple stuff seems to make them a bit sick. everyone's worried, because half the methods for getting nutrition into someone who won't willingly eat are nearly as bad as what they just went through.

It's an entire rollercoaster of a day when they eat their first whole meal (like a starved wolf), and their caretaker(s) find out later in the day that they'd badly self-harmed right beforehand. It takes them a while to scale down to doing things that don't draw blood. and/or to get good at hiding it.

(I also have things to say about Betrayal story but everything I write at you seems to turn novella length, so I'll do that separate, later. cheers. 💜)

Damn that's brutal ...I love it :3

Okay but seriously, this broke my heart while making me smile, so that's something lmao

I was just gonna comment on it because what a beautifully cruel scenario but I felt like writing something last night and your idea wouldn’t leave my mind so... well, this happened. I didn't use everything because my heart couldn't take it all at once :') but here it goes, I hope you like it ♥

CW: starvation, torture, intimate/creepy whumper, conditioning, poisoned food, emeto, begging to be hurt, idk y'all it's pretty much what the ask says so be careful if food is a sensitive subject for you

“You know what you have to do if you want to eat, Whumpee.”

Curled up on the floor as tightly as they can, Whumpee whines and closes their eyes the exact moment their stomach growls again.

“Come on now, baby, it pains me to see you this hungry,” Whumper murmurs, crouching down in front of them to brush back a matted strand of hair from their forehead.

“Please–“

But Whumpee’s voice cracks before they can go on, breaks along with their spirit when the rest of the words form but refuse to fall out of their mouth.

“Please what, Whumpee?”

Their lip trembles as they open their eyes to find Whumper way too close to their face. Close enough they don’t have to speak above a whisper to be heard. “Please, leave me alone.”

Whumper sighs in disappointment. “Another day without food then. What is it now, fourteen days? You won’t last much longer, little one.”

Whumpee doesn’t know exactly why the tears start to fall as Whumper leaves the cell – if it is because they have to dig their nails into their palm to keep from pleading for them to come back or if it’s the hollow pain in their stomach that seems to have engulfed every single breath they take.

-

They stare at the bread on the desk and don’t even stop to consider the punishment for taking it.

It isn’t theirs. Wasn’t given to them, wasn’t made for them, it was just… forgotten. Left on Whumper’s desk when they were called to solve a problem before taking the first bite. It is a miracle and a mirage, and Whumpee hasn’t felt a burst of energy like this in weeks but at the sight of food, they scramble to their feet and stumble to the table, the chain connecting their ankle to the wall just long enough for them to reach it.

They swallow it all in seconds. Barely feel the taste, too despaired to chew or think.

A moment later, they place their hand on the wall and furrow their brows. 

It starts more like a certainty than a feeling.

There’s something wrong.

It takes only seconds, too, for them to fall to their knees holding their stomach.

“You disappoint me, Whumpee.”

“W-whumper?” the world swirls around them, and lifting their head feels like moving way too fast and way too slow at the same time – as if they are underwater but also not. Heavy but also way too light. Here, and also elsewhere, someplace where things have halos circling them and the air presses against their skin, the bread that tasted like salvation a minute ago twisting and biting inside their belly like the Trojan horse it really is. Was. Where are they?

“I said that you only get to eat if you hurt first,” Whumper barks, too loud too loud too loud. “This is what happens when you disobey. The only food that’s safe for you is the food you’ve earned, understand?”

Warm fingers under their chin, tilting it up to meet cold eyes that stare straight at their cracked soul. Whumpee whimpers and nods, desperate for the hand to retreat.

“It hurts, please, p-please make it stop.”

“When I hurt you, baby, it won’t be like this. If only you had chosen the right kind of hurt… This will get worse before it gets better, and it’s all on you. Let’s see if tomorrow you’ll be more willing to behave.”

They cry as they hear the distant sound of a door closing. When they throw up, it feels like a part of them, the part that smiles and dreams and hopes, is flooding out along with the poisoned bread and bitter bile.

-

“Well?”

“Please hurt me.”

The answer is fast, as quick as the thrumming of Whumpee’s heart.

Whumper smiles at them, and Whumpee doesn’t even tremble as a knife is unsheathed.

Later, when a plate filled with food is placed in front of them, they barely even feel the dozens of cuts all over their skin. It’s nothing compared to their empty stomach. And nothing compared to the utter relief of eating – real food, tasty and nutritious.

Once they finish, they look up at Whumper with wide eyes and say as softly as they can. “Hurt me again. Please.”

“Still hungry?” Whumper chuckles, drinking in their teary eyes, half hope and half disgust Whumpee can’t conceal. “You can’t eat too much after going so long without food, little one, or you can be sick. But we can go again later if you behave.”

Something sticky and invasive fills their veins as Whumpee nods frantically, but they can still feel the pain of hunger hovering over them, and it screams louder than any pride they’ve already given up on.

-

“Good morning, Whumpee.”

“Good morning, Whumper. Can you please hurt me today?”

“Of course, baby. How about pancakes after?”

“I’d love that, thank you very much.”

The twist of shame and revulsion is only a memory by now. One that dissolves each day that goes by as they are fed while their blood is still running. As long as there is food, the pain is worth it.

(part 2)

[emeraldbabygirl]

Because my lil shit punk ass bitch friend is being a meany shit bitch fart goblin bitch ass bitch on a stick and I’ve been a sappy and gross clingy shit ass bitch for the past couple months and it’s the time of day, early in the morning, when I get most lonely and soft and clingy I’m making a tiny very super tiny appreciation post for my mutuals. My love, my friends, the squad, the homies, the mates, my support system. So eat this mf love bitches!

@ithinkilikeit-reactions MY HUBBY whomst tf I love and wish I could meet and talk to about the things we do. You are so sweet to me and I remember all those times you just send me love cause I ask for it cause I’m an attention whore or because you know I’m having a time and I just appreciate you so much

@gods-dont-negotiate hello daDDY lmao um fuck me. I’m kidding but I fucking love and adore your cute ass so fucking much you have such big dick energy and I love when you just randomly message me talking about your day or anything you are interested in or literally anything at all and I always smile whenever I’m having a hard day at work and I see your random message that is just you telling me anything because I love to hear it. You are just a ray of sunshine and we have so many things in common and I love that we understand those things and I’m comfortable telling you things and I just love how cool you are because you are cool and I wish I could hang out with you and just vibe together, maybe do some illegal hand holding 👀

@despair-lightbreaker yoU MOTHERFUCKING SHIT PIECE OF SHIT ASS BITCH ASS SHIT BITCH BITCH. You are a motherfuckin specimen. You never shut the fuck up you’re always so goddamn loud over JR and I fucking love it because bitch that’s you you stupid tall ass bitch ass tall bitch who is in love with JR and Laon and Hojin you sexy slut you, fuck off. I love how you try to dig into my brain sometimes and that one time you scared me by listing off some kinks I had and I almost passed. I love that a lot of our convos are all caps and involve the weirdest shit and calling each over ‘bitch’ and ‘hoe’ I love all the fucking nicknames you randomly come up with for me, I love whenever you review comebacks on your blog, I love how you just go balls to the wall in the tags I love that you are so confused about so many things I do and say like the whole baby bubble and 2Z and just everything, I love that..idk I just love that you’re sometimes more random than me on some things, I love your poetry, I love that you will fall dick over table for JR and it’s the cutest thing ever and it makes me laugh. Sometimes you’re just really cute bro, like fr

@excindrela remember when I used to call you my wife? I know it’s been a long time since we last talked and I’m sorry. I feel like it’s my fault actually and I need to get back with you, we used to talk all the time. I miss you a lot and I just want to hear you talk about anything and everything again. You were one of my first mutuals in here and you’re amazing and whenever I talk to you about any problem I’m having you always make me feel better. You’re like my internet mum and I really love and appreciate all those moments we have together. I miss those fun shenanigans

@thedungeonofsinners you. My god where do I start. When I first saw that what had happened with your account and that you were leaving I did cry. I felt like I lost a best friend, I didn’t know where I would find you, if I’d ever get to talk to you again and I was already in a sad mood and I just could help myself. Then when you told me you were coming back I cried again. I haven’t messaged you yet through your new account but I’m excited and happy to share all kinds of things with you. I love you so much, you go through so much and I wish I could be there with you to comfort you and just hold your hand and hold your tall ass in my arms. You are a beautiful person inside and out, truly, you are so kind but so hard on yourself and it hurts my heart. You deserve so much love and I wish for you to be happy. I love all our conversations and things we’ve talked about, I love that we have so many things in common and that we can just whore out together and it’s a good connection. It feels great to have someone that you can just release your most sinful thoughts with and just laugh and have a good time. I hope to have more of those times with you. I miss you so fucking much and wish you weren’t so far away. I wish we could hang out. The internet is so hard when you are lonely and need human contact and you just want to see your friends and things. God I hope you are taking care of yourself and doing alright. Take it easy out there and if you ever want to message me please do. I might not see it right away and I apologize if I’m not there when you really need someone to talk to. It sucks when you on the other side of the fucking rock and your sleeping schedule is already batshit crazy. I just want to be able to message you whenever you need me. I’m sorry I’m never up to see your messages but I love you and I always see them later.

I didn’t put all my mutuals cause there’s a lot of mutuals that I’m still getting to know and I don’t have a special connection with yet and that makes me sad because they are still my friends, they still matter to me, I still love them but I can’t make a post for them just yet because I don’t have anything really to say yet :( I’m sorry. I just need to talk with some of my friends more often, find out more about them, share more stories with them. I love all my friends and I want to have bonds tighter than my asshole with them. I wish you all well and I hope you are all staying safe and taking care of yourselves and your families during these times. I know it’s really hard. Makes me wanna cry honestly and I have. I just wish I could be there for all of you irl to hug and hang out with and laugh with. Hang in there my loves, we’ll all get through this.

God and I know I’m literally the worst person when it comes to time zones and I know when you really need to talk to someone you need them right then and I do always say please feel free to message me whenever. Sometimes I do procrastinate and not go to bed right away or sometimes I just get on my lunch break but I always try to check my messages and get back to you as soon as I see the message. If you want you can also send me asks or submit me something so I see it in my inbox. And if you are interested I always have twitter, snap and insta that you can message me on if you would like just let me know. Although I’m on tumblr all the time an I still haven’t added some of you on other socials yet. I’m sorry I am so bad and lazy and procrastinating is like the thing I’m so good at. I just don’t like going on Twitter or insta.

Anyway that was longer than expected but thank you all for being my friends. I love and appreciate every one of you and I always wish the best for you cause y’all deserve it! 💕💕💕💕

[dickie-gayson]

Me and the Devil

Jason Todd was tortured and killed by The Joker and Dick Grayson had disappeared; murdered by the Court of Owls.

But everyone knows a Robin Redbreast in a cage puts all of Heaven in a rage. And even dead birds can fly again when the Gods demand it.

So, when the Talon catches wind of a new crime lord gunning for the Bats, he goes to investigate. After all, birds of a feather flock together and nobody clips a Robin's wings and lives to laugh about.

Characters: Arkham Knight!Jason Todd, Talon!Dick Grayson

Warning: Violence

Pairing: None

Genre: Supernatural? Crime? Horror? idk lmao

Words: 3k+

Other Parts: --

Also: I take prompts/requests. Can be found on FF here and Ao3 here

Notes: Mori Shej is 100000% still being worked on, I promise! I'm halfway done with the next chapter, this has just been in my head. ngl this is a self-indulgent fic. There is basically zero canon-compliancy here. Just consider it a total AU. I've been wanting a fic where Talon!Dick and AK!Jason meet.

"If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow'ed ground"

In the belltower of the abandoned Saint Louise de Marillac Cathedral in Old Gotham perched an unholy, subhuman creature wearing the face of a hero. It was truly a nightmare to behold with it's garish blackened veins against lifeless chalky skin. The luminescent yellow eyes that lit up the shadows only added to the grotesque imagery. That it took the church as its temporary home was a travesty of the most profane form. The Talon had been quite handsome once upon a time and so good at heart. That was years ago, before The Court of Owls plucked Nightwing from the rooftops and brought him to their home in the sewers. The horrors that occurred behind those granite and lime walls were unimaginable. They twisted Dick, made him into a cold, cruel monster and they suffered dearly for it.

It was their fault, really. What did they expect, taking a highly trained hero and corrupting him down to the core through torture? Loyalty? No, Dick Grayson was far too stubborn and spiteful to bow his head to his captors. He could play the game though. He could play it with the best of them. For years he pretended to be their subservient little pet; their lethal weapon of mass destruction. When the time was right and they grew comfortable with the horror they created, he struck them down. It had been pure chaos. Only the other Talons posed a threat to him, and hardly so. Before he was given the serum, the Talons had been a challenge, but he could still hold his own. Now that he had their very same abilities? It was laughable how he tore through them. The utter fear in the Parliament members' eyes when they finally realized what Hell they unleashed on themselves was oh so delicious. Each and every one of them was hunted down and executed without exception. They paid for what they'd done in blood.

The last thing Talon remembered before the Court got to him was his frantic search for his missing little brother. Upon his escape and after the systematic capture and execution of the Court, he took to hunting his old family out of curiosity. Dick needed to know why he'd been left to the torture the Parliament put him through; why he was abandoned in the sewers of Gotham to become the monster he was now. What had been so important that nobody rescued him?

It hadn't been hard to get into the Cave and find what he needed. The memorial cases displaying his Nightwing and the Robin suits would have left an odd feeling in his chest, but emotions had all but been stripped from him. Now he was only hollow and so very, very cold inside. It was in his temporary 'roost' that he watched that video. The brutal torture and death of Jason Todd at the hands of The Joker played out on the dimmed screen of his tablet. The piercing 'bang' of the final gunshot may as well have been the sound of the last nail in the coffin for the clown. Talon knew exactly who was next on his list. Nobody clipped a Robin's wings and lived to laugh about.

The whispers of The Arkham Knight reached him in his hunt for the Joker. Word spread through the underground of a newcomer armed to the teeth with a getup like Batman and gunning for the Batfamily. It was more than enough to pique his interest. Curiosity was always a strong point with Dick and that was something no amount of torture could take from him. So, he waylaid his hunt for a brief period to figure out who was encroaching on his territory. After all, if anyone was going to do some bat-hunting, it was Talon.

That's where the stalking began. He dogged the armored man's every step. From his hideout near the Bowery district to the base of operations in an abandoned shipping facility between Otisburg and Burnley. He could go nowhere without Talon shadowing him. The man had damn good instincts. From the way he looked around, often in the direction of Talon, indicated that he could sense he was being followed. It was almost amusing how paranoid the man became. Cameras were set up all over the place, state-of-the-art security systems were installed, and extra guards were positioned. Not that it stopped the highly trained assassin from slipping through it all.

The new gang seemed to be laying low. If Talon had to guess, it was to avoid unwanted attention of the vigilante sort. His constant watching led him to learn the man was indeed planning a big move against the hero. Talon grew bolder in his movements as his curiosity rose. Soon, he was searching through the office and even rifling through the masked man's various hideouts. That was when he learned that it was not some new crimelord in the making, but rather his 'deceased' brother, Jason Todd, beneath that helmet. He wanted to rip the mask off and see for himself that the dead bird wasn't quite so dead. Talon grew nearly obsessive with his stalking. He felt a sort of kinship with the hero-turned-criminal. Both had been snatched from the Bat, both had been tortured, both had been presumed dead (though it was a little truer in Dick's case), and both had been forgotten by their so-called 'family'. All they were anymore were empty suits in display cases and cautionary tales of what happens when one flies too far from the nest.

Perhaps he grew a bit possessive of his brother and killed those that conspired against The Arkham Knight. Perhaps he grew a bit obsessive and watched the man at nearly every waking, and sleeping, moment. Why shouldn't he be? That was his brother, his successor. It was his responsibility to make sure Jason suffered no longer. He failed his brother once already and he'd make damn sure he didn't fail again.

For weeks now, The Arkham Knight had the eerie feeling of being watched. At first, he searched but found no one. Then, he thought it might be his rampant paranoia growing worse. After all, the time to attack Batman was growing near and it was setting his nerves on edge. However, he wasn't entirely convinced it was all in his head. So he decided to ramp up security discreetly. He had extra eyes around the facility, hidden cameras in every nook and cranny, security systems to rival the Cave's. Still, nothing came of it. That would have put his mind at ease, but the feeling only increased. It even followed him to his hideout. In an act of desperation to escape the eyes, he dropped everything and picked out a new hideout. Jason made sure to take obscure routes to throw off any stalkers upon entering and exiting his new place.

The feeling was gone, but only for a short period of maybe two days, before it resumed. It made the man want to tear his hair out. He didn't want to admit the rising fear he felt, but it was absolutely undeniable. The nightmares only worsened from there. There was a constant thickness in his throat and a buzzing beneath his skin. Jason felt on the edge of panic at almost every point. It was a good thing he had full-body armor to cover his discomfort from the world. Sometimes when the anxiety got to be too much and the walls felt like they were closing in, he would lock himself in his office or his room and try to calm himself down through meditative techniques. The fear was all the worse because he had no idea who was following him so closely. The possibilities nearly petrified him.

That fact brought the anger he was oh so familiar with. The heat of rage was almost comforting in these times. He could handle anger. Hell, it was one of his driving forces at this point, but fear? He had too much of that at this point. He was sick to death of being scared of painted freaks and crowbars. More than once he caught himself screaming at nothing to come out already. Jason was so on edge. He just wanted them to stop. But no one ever came forward and he felt slightly silly for shouting into the shadows. He just couldn't help it.

Once, he thought he saw glowing yellow eyes watching him in the hallway of his hideout. Jason immediately went on the offensive and tried to catch the stalker. However, when he got closer, the corridor was empty. He searched top to bottom, every last corner and hiding spot, but he was alone. An acrid taste had coated his tongue and he was afraid he really was losing his mind. Jason thought he escaped the madness of the Joker, but it seemed he was wrong. It only followed him home. He nearly vomited at the realization. It crushed him on a soul-deep level and left him trembling in despair.

Jason had screamed and screamed and beat his fists into the walls as if they were responsible for his state. There was a pounding in his head that wouldn't subside. Laughter shrieked in his skull, so real he couldn't help the tears that burned his eyes. His fists nearly broke from the force and abuse. That night, he didn't sleep a wink. The next night he abandoned that destroyed hideout. Oh, how he wanted to blow the building sky high as a catharsis, but he couldn't. It'd draw the wrong attention to him too soon.

Unknown to him, those luminous eyes were very real and watched his breakdown with rapture. Nightwing would have wanted to comfort the distraught man. But Talon was only interested in seeing the man come undone. The intense reaction was so interesting. The sheer volume of Jason's emotions was almost addictive to watch. Dick felt so incredibly empty inside, like his heart had been carved straight out. To see the fire of Jason's spirit left him hungering. He craved that heat; wanted to tear his brother's chest open, consume him whole, and fill the abyss left in place of his own lost soul. Maybe then he wouldn't feel so cold and hollow. If Dick had even the barest trace of his old self left in him, he'd be utterly horrified and downright sickened at the thoughts running back and forth through his mind. That man was long since dead.

Tonight, The Arkham Knight was running a deal between his own gang and the Falcone on a shipment of weapons. Talon slipped through the security as if it didn't exist and perched in the dark of the rafters. This deal was going to get very interesting. Carmine had no intention of playing fair with the newcomers. He wanted to 'show them their place'. It was going to get bloody, and that's why he sent a lieutenant in his place. Well, Talon was going to make sure 'The Roman' got his message loud and clear. No one was allowed to mess with what was his.

Jason had that feeling of being watched again. He tried to ignore it as he conducted the deal, but that was growing increasingly difficult. It was as if someone were trying to pick him apart through sight alone. Like a mantra, he reminded himself that it wasn't real. It was all in his head. That is, until smoke started forming around his business partners. It was a familiar sort of smoke screen, like that of a pellet he used to carry as Robin. He started to internally panic, thinking the Bat had found him out already. It was almost instinctive to draw his gun and hold it at the ready.

The frantic cocking of the others' guns had him yelling out for everyone to stand down in an effort to prevent friendly fire. His helmet allowed him to see thermal imaging through the thick cloud. It wasn't Batman that dropped into the smoke, however. The figure was far too sleek in build to be Bruce and moved like liquid. At first, he thought it was Nightwing, back from wherever he disappeared to. The fluid way he flipped around screamed of the hero. But then Jason noticed the knives. Bodies dropped like flies around the unknown intruder. Screams filled the air and before he could get a shot off, the group sent by Falcone were dead. All except one.

As the smoke cleared, he got a good look of the assassin. In Jason's opinion, the owl mask was fucking stupid looking, but the rest of the outfit screamed 'professional killer'. He had lethal looking clawed gauntlets with what looked like throwing knives poking up like feathers and a bandolier of more throwing knives strapped to his chest. There were even more knives on his belt and God knows where else. Jason knew those claws could rend flesh because he saw the man take out a few throats with what seemed like casual swipes.

The last of the guest entourage was held by force before the man. The way the assassin had him kneeling was very close to that of the execution position. One of his many sharp blades was pressed snugly against the mobster's throat in such a way that even a wrong flinch could prove fatal. Those hideous goggles were staring directly at Jason but the knife-happy killer made no move to end the man. Jason had his gun trained expertly on the other's head. After a brief staredown, Jason spoke up with anger.

"You have one chance to give me a good reason not to put a bullet through that fuck-ugly mask of yours."

What he got in response was a slow, almost avian-like tilt of the head. Truthfully, it was downright creepy and made him want to pull the trigger. Before he could, though, the man spoke. Jason had to listen closely as the mask distorted his quiet voice.

"Confess."

He was about to respond with a resounding 'what the fuck' when he realized the assassin wasn't talking to him, but to the man in his grasp.

"What the hell do you mean?! Carmine's gonna hear 'bout this!"

The masked killer leaned down slowly until he was nearly brushing against his captive's face. Talon knew the man was lying. They had all been in on the plan. He had already taken out the reinforcements on the way in.

"Confess."

The way his voice dropped, frigid and soft, was frightening on a primal level. The mobster's shaking was visible even to Jason. The sentiment of 'what the fuck' still applied pretty heavily to the situation at hand. It seemed that was all it took to break the man. He cried out with a voice pitched high in fear.

"Alright! Carmine was plannin' on clippin' some of ya 'n musclin' in on the rest! Just lemme go! I won't say nothin' to the boss, I swear!"

Jason's blood boiled at the scheme. He knew doing business with the Falcone was tricky at best, especially since they were new on the scene, but this? Oh, that Sicilian fuck was going to pay. He was brought out of his angered planning when his apparent ally spoke up.

"Omerta, Jimmy. Omerta."

At the word, the man struggled briefly before stopping once the blade began cutting into his neck. He was all but crying at this point. Jason would say he felt for him, but he was a little too pissed to sympathize with the little shit. 'Jimmy' broke the code of secrecy and was fucked no matter which way he looked. It was tempting to just put a bullet through his head right now, but Jason decided to wait and see what the assassin was planning on doing with the man. Then he'd cap this waste of space and ship his body back to Carmine. 'The Roman Empire' was going to come crumbling down after this, he'd make sure of it.

Talon had no more use for the man. Any other knowledge was above the low-level thug's paygrade. Dick had heard far more in his time spying on the gang than this man was granted access to. All he needed was a solid confession, which he just got. His attention drifted back to The Arkham Knight. The gun pointing at him was of no concern to Talon. Bullets, at best, only slowed him down anymore.

"It's your head they came for, Knight. How would you sentence him?"

His voice, just as before, was all but a whisper. Jason was thankful for the enhanced audio of his helmet, otherwise, he'd have trouble hearing the lilted voice. The masked man was poised as still as a statue, ready to execute Jimmy if he gave the word. He wasn't quite sure how to feel about the unknown assassin at this point, though he was relatively certain that this was the one who was stalking him. That would most definitely be addressed later. For now, he had a rat to deal with.

He walked around the table, gun still pointed at the knife-wielding man in case he tried anything funny. When he stopped in front of the two, Jimmy was basically hyperventilating and blood dripped from the worsening wound on his neck. Jason noticed the knife had been shifted to prevent accidental death. This guy was really serious about letting Jason decide his fate, it seemed. It might be flattering if the guy weren't so damn creepy. He still wanted to at least stab him a few times for stalking him.

"I got it from here."

That earned him another one of those odd, bird-like head tilts. Then, the thug was pushed toward Jason in a sort of sacrificial manner. Before he could try to flee, Jason grabbed his collar and lifted him up to eye level.

"You're gonna deliver a message to your boss for me, Jimmy."

The man shook like a leaf as Jason spoke. The fear was evident in the way his voice raised and stuttered over his words.

"S-sure thing, Mr. Arkham Knight sir. Whatever ya s-say."

Jason was smirking beneath the helmet. The deference given to him for his position in the underground crime scene took a bit of getting used to. It wasn't the same sort of respect and fear that Robin had gotten him. Robin scared criminals because that meant prison and The Bat. The Arkham Knight scared criminals because he was either their boss or their rival, and rivalries usually ended in death. They feared for their freedom with Robin. They feared for their life with Knight.

"Never said you needed to be alive to deliver the message."

Before the man could make another peep, Jason threw him to the ground and shot him through the head. He made an indistinct motion for this whole mess to be cleaned up. There was a whole lot of work to be done now that the Falcones pissed him off. But first, there was a certain bird-themed stalker he needed to take care of. He turned around, ready to start grilling the masked man, but was surprised to see the facility assassin-less. The fact that he just got Batman-ed by some guy in an Owl mask made his eye twitch.

"Where the fuck did he go?!"

A few of his men pointed upward. Jason followed the line and immediately picked out the sunroof he could have sworn he reinforced, welded shut, and set up with alarms to prevent just this. He wasted no time in grappling up to the spot and inspecting the window. If the killer had slipped through here, he took the time to rearm the alarms, much to Jason's frustration. The fact that he even knew how to deal with his security system made the situation significantly worse. This was Bat-level tech. Who in the hell knew how deal with Bat-level tech? It set his teeth on edge.

The guy was probably expecting Jason to disarm the alarms and slip out to find him. A diversion tactic to buy him more time to escape. Well, Jason said 'fuck that'. He slammed it open and let his men deal with the blaring sirens now. There were more important things he had to deal with. Like catching a homicidal stalker that liked to cosplay as a bird. The head start he got from slipping out when Jason was distracted made this all the trickier. But he was trained by the Bat, and if there's one thing Jason can do right, it's hunt someone down.

His hunt, however, was cut short when he swung over to the neighboring building and was met with a pile of dead bodies. Jason nearly tripped over his own feet in surprise. There was at least twelve people stacked together and bleeding out over the rooftop. He needed to take a brief moment to recompose himself before assessing the situation. He recognized a few faces vaguely as belonging to a few ranking members of the Falcone. They were strapped with some heavy weapons. Jason had a growing feeling he knew exactly what happened and who did it. That's when the white sheet of paper caught his attention.

Someone, he was betting that black-clad assassin, pinned a note to one of the bodies with a fucking knife. He reached over and ripped the note off. It was a bit difficult to read the somewhat messy lettering when he opened it due to the blood smeared all over the paper, but he managed. The note was short, sweet, and to the point.

You're welcome, Baby Bird.

That was it, but it made his blood run cold. Nobody knew who he was before The Arkham Knight. Jason was really, really hoping it was just a stupid nickname the guy chose to keep on with the bird-theme and not a reference to his time as Robin. It couldn't be. Jason Peter Todd, the second Robin, was legally dead. He wasn't in the system any longer. It was just a name picked by an obsessive freak with a bird fetish. That didn't stop his gut from churning at the thought. He radioed to his men, informing them of the mess that needed to dealt with up here.

Just across the way and perched on a billboard sat the Talon. His enhanced vision allowed him to watch Jason quite clearly, even from this distance and darkness.

"Don't worry Little Wing, nobody will hurt you again. I'll kill them all first."

He watched until The Arkham Knight returned to the compound, out of his sight. Then, Talon turned and started making his way toward the high-end area of Gotham. There was a certain crime lord that made his list tonight.

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Late NDRV3 Chapter 4 impressions

Right off the bat, Amami ought to be talking to either the Mastermind, the traitor, or even maybe Ouma or Saihara? It’s hard to say. But now Saihara’s passing thought about Noah’s arc solidifies even more with Amami pointing toward the 2 people remaining Rule. 

If this is the cliche “lets repopulate the world”, but with the two Killing game survivors, I’m gonna rip my eyeballs off

Also what’s up with the background? Is something on fire?

I guess Iruma is fishy to me because of what she mentioned about her talent and bcuz of her remote ressemblance with Junko :I I just can’t get over it (blonde girl with long hair? Probably some sort of Junko LMAO)

Man I can’t wait to see who is the Spoiler-san of this game

SHSL Detective   > Sees a Card Key

>Cant make connection with the Door in the Library why are u kids dumb

Ok so now we have Armaggedon happening, lunatics preaching humanity should give up and that plan, whatever it is. Did the people start chasing talented students before or after this mess? If Saihara mentioned the increase of crimes, maybe it was before he got branded as SHSL Detective

Ouma has got to know shit man. He’s talking about Substance that can bend time and matter? He KNOWS shit. Is that substance + the computer whatever is reviving the students? Did they decide to “die with everyone” because the world was so doomed?

I’m still holding my breath for a more direct connection with the other DRs. If the kids knew about the Monokumas while they were in hiding as normal people, it’s possible there was a second wave of Despair, and this is just really far into the future. IDK I’m just really late with all my conjecture.

Gonta developing this complex of being useful is not gonna turn well :C

Momota ur just gonna keep hiding your space Aids until you vomit blood in front of everyone? That’s fucking stupid

What if Ouma is the boss of the crazy Cult HUehheh That sprite really does look like the Babadook. Having some real Komaeda flashbacks here damn. Is he talking about Iruma intending to use the Super Computer (or something?) Is the computer the Steins.Gate in DR?? Oh god

Gonta must be so lost with all this Sci-Fi talk; lordy these kids are dummies. Everyone’s like We gotta go we gotta go, but no one talked about how they get out. Also, Neo World Program flags all over again. Just because Iruma baby proofed the place doesn’t mean Monokuma can’t slither dangerous stuff back in there. 

So I’m thinking. Is the Meteor thing a separate world as well? Maybe by creating separate worlds, the Mastermind used that to implant memories from other fake/alternate/fabricated realities. As of now, there’s no way of saying for certain the things they recalled with the remembering light is really from their world. I think they probably are, either that, or the world where the killing game is happening is ALSo a separate reality inside the Xbox computer Steins;Gate thing. This is gonna get really confusing and I’m no good keeping track of all this Inception shit

OMG The program is like a fucking cross of Miitomo (??), DS games and RPG Maker games. They’re all so grossly adorable wtf

I was holding my breath the entire time and honestly I was just so relieved it wasn’t Gonta who died =___= I want at least one of my faves to live as much as possible. He’s got some major death flags with all this self blame thing going on. Iruma had it coming. 

I’m gonna bet my ass she was trying to kill someone. She dumped around a bunch of cliches, separating things with a river, making it seem like everyone is divided and hiding crucial things from the others, isolating Momota on the roof? Come on. Now the major point is gonna be was she killed within the program or was she killed with poison?

the obvious Red Herring bottle? couldn’t she even pick something that made sense with the label come on 

Doesn’t look like this Computer is gonna be the time travel or whatever bullshit they’re gonna pull out of their ass for a plot twist yet. 

Oh man it’s gonna be tough taking this trial seriously when Gonta makes bug puns and toilet paper is the murder weapon

And then they waste a fuckload of time to figure out it’s a goddamn loop, I just wanted to rip my face off at this point

NOOO..... This is gonna destroy me. I just really wanted Gonta to live longer

Why did these dumbfucks let him tag along with Ouma????? Don’t they know he’s the gullible master? Why didn’t nobody dumb down the Game and explain it until he got it???? FUCKING Stupid kids And GOD DAMN Yumeno you were sitting right beside him, why didn’t you just check if he did it correctly?? UGH

Fucking bullshit

And this Gonta abuse is out of control holy shit Let the bara talk at least

I should’ve known. Also I don’t buy Ouma acting like he’s so self-sacrificing. Him saying that them all dying would “save” them just makes my idea stronger

Bullshit

This is a combo of Komaeda trying to off everyone but with a Martyr twist. Imagine Gonta alone in a desolated world? That would be just so heartbreaking

Alter Ego again.... Neo World program again. This better be the same universe in a far future bros. If after all the past flags it’s unrelated to before I’m gonna be pissed

My favorites are down to Shirogane and Kibo and I’m gonna scream if they keep dying after this chapter smh

(i had to go take a walk before watching the rest of the chapter)

CALLED it, Ouma is totally the boss of that group. Also

Momota....... “ts just a bit of a cold” LMAO RIGHT. That fucking space aids is kicking your damn ass to the moon and not in the good way

SNAP Saihara got de-friendzoned. Cruel.

Is Harumaki falling for Momota? Hmmm

WELP Was Ouma the one putting on the letters? That’s stupid. He’s slowly crawling up on the nightmare fuel grade. 

I think they learned a lot from Komaeda being the unpredictable element in SDR2. Now we have this unhinged hellspawn, who’s probably the one Amami was telling to win the game no matter what;

What did Monokuma say in the beginning? The one who has the most fun wins; What has Ouma been doing? Taking that nearly to a T