#ice blade joker

[mwgraham02]

Kiri :] I love this light blue hair guy..the emotional moments he had in 100 made me cry a bit LOL (and I rarely ever cry with media)

Featuring a Lil Joker SD because you can't exclude the buddy, I gotta draw his full form eventually but it's so complex 💔💔

[incorrectbatfam]

May I have more gen alpha Damian but as Robin? This little boy is a menace to the rouges ... I love this idea 💖💖💖💖💖

Riddler: Riddle me this.

Damian: *starts recording on his smart watch*

Riddler: The first two letters signify a male, the first three letters signify a female, the first four letters signify a great man, while the entire word signifies a great woman. What is the word?

Damian's watch: Heroine.

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Joker: You see, little birdie, it all started with One Bad Day—

Damian: *plays the world's smallest violin*

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Freeze: With the press of a button, I will ice over the entire Gotham Harbor!

Damian: Cringe.

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Hatter: *posts a TikTok monologue threatening the batfam*

Damian: *stitches himself yawning and falling asleep*

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Croc: *roars*

Damian: *pulls out the All-Blades*

Croc: ?

Damian: My brother got the DLC.

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Harley: *launches her confetti cannon*

*single piece of confetti falls out*

Damian, clapping: Go girl give us nothing.

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Clayface: *attacks Damian*

Damian: *rips out a chunk of clay*

Damian: *starts playing with it like slime*

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Scarecrow: I've got you now.

Damian: Imagine being a grown man beefing with a middle schooler. Couldn't be me.

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Ivy: *ties him up with her plants*

Damian, a vegan: *chomp*

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Damian: What are your pronouns so I can eviscerate you properly?

Two-Face: ...

Two-Face: He/they.

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Ra's: It's just you and me, my disgraced heir. Let's finish this duel once and for all.

Damian: *taps his phone*

Jon: *flies in and pummels Ra's*

Jon: Thank you for ordering from SüberDefeats! Be sure to share your feedback.

Damian: *tips Jon and leaves five stars*

[seraphicloves]

𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞

⊱✿⊰ summary: your family wants to protect you but its impossible with the life you all lead

⊱✿⊰ warnings: kidnapping, minor torture, it will be angsty, almost dying, spitting on your face, the joker deserves his own warning tbh

⊱✿⊰ notes: this is for skye because she wanted some angsty batfam stuff and here we are. I am just shitting on the page and hoping words form at this point. I hope you enjoy and feel free to send me requests. Also this is a platonic fic sorry if you were hoping for romance action

⊱✿⊰ tags: @kozumesphone @fizzywashere87 @fashionablysouly @witherwallflower @goldierey

@finleyforevermore @baecakie @gergthecat @mqstermindswift @anyas-shitposting69 (comment on this or send me an ask if you want to be added to my DC taglist)

"Well, well, well. Looks like baby bird got caged." The clown sneered, leaning close to your face. You scrunched your nose and tried to scoot away despite the ropes scratching your wrists raw.

The Joker's finger runs along your cheek, a horrific grin on his face as he stared at you. You tried to keep a brave face, you tried to act like the domino mask over your eyes was really a shield. You tried to act like your dad, Batman.

Maybe it was your fault you got kidnapped. He said you weren't ready to go out and patrol with your family, but you went away. You stole one of Damian's mask and put on the most costume adjacent clothes you owned.

"Where should I start, little one?" Joker asked, breaking your train of thoughts. Placing blame would be set for another time. Not now, its not time yet. "Should I give you a smile that matches mine? Should I turn you into a firey decoration before dear ol' daddy bat gets here?"

You winced, trying to prevent the ice filling your veins and the fear weighing your stomach down. The Joker grabbed a knife from his table that had numerous weapons littered on top. Carefully the cold metal of the blade brushed against your skin, not harsh enough to cut just yet. He wanted to scare you first.

•───────────•°•❀•°•──────────•

"I am going to kill that son of a bitch." Jason growled as soon as he heard the news. Bruce gathered the family in the batcave, and explained the Joker had kidnapped the youngest of the family- you.

"Jason, I understand your frustration but we can't act with haste. I won't let her face the same fate you did. I won't make the same mistake twice." Bruce replied, already dressed as Batman. He was doing his best to stay professional despite his fear being ever present.

"I don't want to wait too long either." Dick added, crossing his arms over his chest. Everybody was tense, wanting their sister to be safe once again.

"I'll find where that stupid clown is keeping [Name]." Tim said, standing up and rushing towards the computer before anybody could even reply. Barbara silently followed, knowing she would be the most help to Tim.

Bruce looked at all of his family and nodded, "We'll find her and get her back."

•───────────•°•❀•°•──────────•

Your throat was hoarse and tears had dried on your face. There was no point to fighting it anymore, you only hoped he would kill you soon.

"Aw but doesn't the bird look good with her wings marked?" The Joker chuckled, slicing yet another line into your arm. The cuts were deep, sure to scar, and they were deliberate. You could only guess what he was spelling on your arms.

With the amount of blood flowing down your arms like a red river, it was to no surprise you were fading in and out of consciousness. That would be nice, at least you wouldn't be awake while he tortured you.

You almost settled into the pain, eyes fluttering close to let yourself rest, when you heard a crash. Glass was broken and there was yelling everywhere.

The Joker grabbed your face with his hand and forced you to look forward, where you saw your family (the only thing disguising their horrified looks were their masks)

"Looks like they showed up in time for you, baby bird." He grinned, spitting on your cheek. You were too tired, too fragile to even bother being disgusted. It was better than the cutting.

"Let her go and I'll think about not crushing your head into the wall." Red Hood barked out, already aiming his gun at The Joker. You tried to pay more attention but you were fading slowly,, ready to force your body to rest.

The Joker dropped your body like it was nothing, your face smashing into the concrete. It hurt, pain forming in your forehead but it was a distraction from the blood oozing out of you.

Despite your best efforts, you finally blacked out. The last thing you saw was your family lunging at the Joker, rage thick in the air.

Light flooded your eyes, fresh air blasting your lungs. You were laying down on something soft and warm, contrasting against the mildly scratchy fabric on your skin. You blinked your eyes a few times, forcing them to focus despite the dull ache pounding in your head.

"You're awake." Damian said, apparently sitting beside you. It took a little while but you realized you were in the personal hospital at the manor. He had a few scratches and bruises but nothing as horrific as the scars on your skin (and in your brain.)

"Wha-what..happened?" You croaked, throat feeling like sandpaper. Like magic, Dick appeared with a glass of water you gratefully took. The liquid in your throat was almost heavenly in the way it made you feel infinitely better.

"The Joker kidnapped you and we rescued you." Your father explained calmly, not bothering to add details. Which was probably good for you, the devil's in details.

"I'm glad your back, sis." Jason said, making you suddenly aware of his presence in the back of the room. Your entire family seemed to be in here, ready to see your betterment. Despite he general aversion to touch, Jason wrapped you into a hug.

Of course, everybody else joined in (forcefully or not) for a big group hug. You laughed, despite the hollow of your heart, watching as Tim was pushed into the hug by Dick.. It was ridiculous having a group hug after a traumatic event...how family sitcom could you get?

But somehow, it felt good to be in the arm's of your family. It felt like home.

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[mjis0nfire]

DPxP5 - Hero vs. Vigilante (Part 2)

Danny's nightly patrol got interesting real fast.

A whole lot of trivial stuff - small ghosts just causing a fuss that he dealt with quickly and early in the night. So when he catches a dark figure bouncing from rooftop to rooftop, it piques his curiosity. And a bit of concern.

So he flies closer, making sure to stay under the guise of invisibility as he does so.

He takes in the boy's odd outfit first; a split trench coat, stark red gloves, a domino mask on his face... he looks like a master thief on the way to steal something.

No ghost sense though. Must be human, but the way he was moving was far too smooth to be normal.

And how his dark hair curls is.. vaguely familiar...

He decided to follow the masked boy, in part to satisfy his curiosity and in part to be sure the new arrival isn’t a threat, or here to actually steal something.

He sees the boy's acrobatic flips and swings through the city with nothing but a grappling hook tucked up his sleeve. He sees his stops becoming more frequent as he pauses for breath... and to glance around.

Not a problem, Danny thinks. He's still invisible. Unless he has thermal vision or something crazy, he's just fine where he is.

... He curses himself for thinking that when he sees the boy's eyes shift from dark to red. Even more when they lock with his. And he draws a weapon from his side.

Instinctively, Danny holds up his hands in surrender. "Wha- hang on-!"

The masked boy narrows his eyes as he quickly pulls the pistol around, pointed right at the ghost boy.

Danny reacts quickly, a beam of cold energy firing from his hand to encase the firearm in ice before it can used. This only briefly stuns the thief as he reaches for a more close-range weapon quickly after, but Danny freezes his feet in place. The blade in his hand is of little use if he can't get close enough for a strike.

The boy struggles a bit against the ice, but it doesn't let him budge.

Danny lets out a quick sigh of relief as he makes himself visible again. "Ok- can we relax a bit here? I just wanna talk."

The masked boy immediately looks back up, his eyes still sharp. "Relax? You're the one who was following me for the past five blocks!"

Danny narrows his eyes at that, crossing his arms. "This coming from the guy wearing a mask. Who even are you?"

"I could ask you the same thing, spandex."

Danny's expression falters for a moment at that blunt snark, sputtering for a moment in search of a response before he continues his glare. Even as a small smirk tugs at the other boy's lips.

An unstoppable force meeting an immovable object... both stubborn in their own rights. Two things were made clear to the ghost boy; this guy is human, and he's not going to cooperate like this.

He sighs, some of the tension in him easing up. "Let's.. start over."

He carefully floats closer, holding his hands up again to try and show he isn’t here to fight. "I'm Phantom. I take care of most of the ghost problems here in Amity Park. And you...?"

The thief pauses at that, silently debating if he should respond at all...

"Joker." He finally answers. "I'm just visiting. Not here to cause trouble."

Danny smiles a bit at finally having something to call the boy, trying to brush off the attitude in that answer for the time. "Alright. Joker.”

He looks the boy over again before firing a small beam of energy to break the ice at his feet, allowing Joker to move. A little more quiet shock goes to his face as he shakes off the shards.

“I’ll take your word for it.” Danny continues. “But if you go back on that, it’ll be a different conversation.”

Joker looks back up at Danny, sheathing his dagger with a smirk. “You'd have to catch me first.”

Danny matches that smirk. “You really think that’ll be a problem?”

There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes with that response. “We’ll see, ‘hero’.”

With that, Joker takes a step off of the roof and continues his swinging around the city. Danny almost follows after him again, more out of a competitiveness than anything.

But something else tells him this won’t be the last encounter with Joker. Whether that’s a good thing or not… he’ll just have to see.

[robinsdearest]

Play Nice on the Ice

Jason Todd x Reader

Jason Todd had always been a fighter. Through and through, birth to death to rebirth- he never stopped fighting. It was in his blood, his very being, down to the bones that kept him upright. Or the bones that kept him squatting here.

Jason dropped his knee to the ice to catch the hockey puck from flying into the goal. The arena erupted into cheers and applause before quickly quieting down. The other players stopped the play and skated back to their positions. Jason stood, threw the puck to the referee, and finally let a breath loose. His annoyance climbed slowly. It started during the pre-game debrief, yet his bones seemed to weigh heavier with it as the periods carried on. He was restless for action, which made no sense considering ice hockey was considered to be one of the most physically demanding and extensive sports. He guessed he just did not like being the goalie.

It was your idea to get into ice hockey. You read one or two books about hockey romances and basically begged Jason to give it a try. He relented after reading a few chapters of the books himself. You made it easy for him and found a good place to start. This small recreational league created a competitive atmosphere for men of all ages to play: mostly former convicts and drug addicts, or just people from Gotham who needed an outlet or needed to spend community team doing something productive. Hitting other men against a plexiglass screen, skating on blades of steel on an ice rink was surely productive one way or the other. The team Jason joined was no different. At their first meeting, he explained he was simply working through anger issues, a sentiment easily shared amongst his new teammates. The big, bad, bat even agreed with the decision with a fervor Jason could have only described as giddy. An outlet for violence, a redirection of anger, maybe someone could knock some sense into him, good exercise, and a few other points that Bruce had listed while writing a check to cover the whole teams’ expenses under a Wayne Enterprise’s donation. The coach had cried for hours when he brought the check during the next practice. It was a sweet gesture.

Jason propped up his goalie mask and squirted some water into his mouth from the bottle on top of the net. The water was cold compared to the heat from the gear and his sweat, the ice barely cooling him down. He placed the bottle back on the net before surveying the ice rink once again. The audience cheered and screamed, many fans hitting the glass with their fists or palms. Most of his teammates skidded into position while one guy in particular stayed glued to someone from the opposing team. From Jason’s team, the man was tonight’s left defender, a primary enforcer. Jason’s frown deepened.

Due to the small nature of the league, players were encouraged to try all the positions: center, left and right wing, left and right defense, and goalie. Goalie was apparently the easiest to learn for newbies, but Jason’s favorite turned out to be either of the defensive positions. Body checking in hockey gear was the same, if not more fun than doing it to a Joker henchman in his tactical Red Hood gear. He could get away with most of his hits, as the referees gave a bit of wiggle room to play and didn’t penalize too often. And Jason argued that all of his hits were legal. You were always the first one to tell him otherwise. He had a few cheap shots. He liked to use his weight and size against some of the smaller men; it was easy to throw a few punches or check an opposing player with his massive body. The coach had basically salivated at the mere sight of Jason walking through the arena doors at the small recreational league orientation. You would be visibly angry, but Jason always liked to watch you squirm as you relayed the plays back to him. A glint in your eyes when talking about his strength. Some nights after a game got hot enough to melt away an entire rink of ice if Jason got you talking about it long enough. He’d have to find those romance authors and thank them for the additional ideas.

At the thought of you, he checked on your seat. You were standing up, soda can in one hand while the other beat against the glass. Tim was seated beside you, an indifferent look plastered on his smug little face. You always found a seat next to his team’s bench. The brainiac was your second favorite bird, so Jason tolerated him a little more often. He was a welcome companion for tonight’s game. You went to every single game. Your relationship with Jason budded years ago; the Red Hood collapsing on your fire escape kick-started the friendship that turned into something much more. Friendly punches and awkward conversations that blossomed into soft touching and lingering hands. Jason was grateful for you in many ways. You liked to watch him destress while playing. After the first few games, the two of you had discussed in depth how it truly was a good outlet of frustrations. All you asked from him during his hockey endeavors was that he try his best to keep all his teeth. You liked his smile, and the pearly whites were essential for his looks. Among other non-mentionables.

His previous fighting had landed him in this position tonight. A goalie wasn’t allowed to fight, and his team had been fined well enough to last a lifetime- no thanks to Jason and his cheap shots. Thank goodness Bruce had a few lifetimes worth of money.

Earlier at the debrief, the coach shoved the goalie gear into Jason’s hands. That’s where his annoyance started to bubble. “You get to play nice tonight. For once.” Coach had said.

Jason slammed his hockey stick against the ice impatiently. The left defender was still trash talking the opposing player. The defender was on parole for laundering money, a non-violent sort of guy.

Jason’s hockey career started a little over six months ago, and as it turned out, he was naturally built for this sport. His stature, his quick-thinking, and his training as Robin did wonders for a contact sport like this. Who would have thought that punching a few villains at night would equate to a premier international sport sensation. Jason’s Red Hood duties had been pushed to a minimum during that time, too. He spent more hours practicing on the ice than he did hunting down lowlifes from Gotham’s underbelly. Nightwing took over his jurisdiction, focusing heavily on the docks. Jason was able to provide Dick with a few pieces of information he had heard from his fellow teammates when he learned something worth mentioning.

There’s a commotion and a few whistles burst through the air. Roars erupted again from the audience. Across the rink, the left defender threw down his gloves to shove the opposing team member’s face into the ice. There were shouts and a few other fights broke out as the referees tried their hardest to break up the seven or eight men now at each other’s throats. With each swing, more and more fans stood from their seats to enjoy the chaos. Jason would have been content watching the mayhem from his corner of the world at the goal. Would have been. He would have been until his eyes caught an opposing jersey making its way to his team’s bench.

The guy was tall but lanky; a right wing from this Metropolis team that had no business going to Gotham’s bench. He looked to be older, but most of these guys were. Jason’s blood boiled at what the lanky kid did next. He slid next to the bench to you. At the angle from across the box, he had direct access to speak to you. Even from the distance, Jason could tell that the guy was attempting to flirt with you. You were too kind a soul- you were only nodding your head with a fake smile that the creep thought was genuine. Jason would have to teach Tim about scaring other men away from you in the future.

Jason slammed his hockey stick to the ground, banging it again and again demanding attention. The only one he grabbed was yours. In any other scenario, that would have been sufficient. Not now. Not when a stranger is taking advantage of the fighting chaos to flirt with a fan. A fan that was solely Jason’s. His person. His. Something greater than jealousy rumbled in his veins, propelling the man into action. He had been itching for a fight. It sucked that he was placed as a goalie instead of the left defense like he wanted.

Your eyes tracked Jason the entire time he skated across the ice. One of the referees attempted to grab Jason before another fight could break out, but he easily pushed the ref aside. The roar in his ears drowned out the echoes from the crowd around you.

“Hey!” He screamed. The guy ignored him. Creep had the audacity to reach for you to grab your attention. Jason was always a fighter. A lover too, but a fighter through and through. And now his time had come.

Jason skidded to a halt next to the lowlife, kicking up shaved ice into his face. The man spun on his skates to glare directly at him. Finally, Jason got his attention. He felt on fire: fueled and heated on his steel blades despite the frost beneath them. The man scowled at Jason, rolled his eyes, and held a hand up as if to placate the goalie. Jason didn’t give him time to explain. He threw a punch so quickly that even the Demon Brat would have been proud.  

Tim shot from his seat with whoops and hollers. “Kick his ass, Jason!” Tim screamed. You squawked in response. “No, no more ass kicking! Quit it! Goalies don’t fight, you idiot!” “This one does!” Tim yelled again, hitting the glass and punching the air with his fists.

Jason’s punches were met with some thrown by the other player. He could have played dirty, but Jason kept it clean and didn’t throw his entire weight behind each one. Until, that is, the player finally got a good hit right square on Jason’s chin that knocked his head back. His vision blurred for what felt like seconds too long. When his sight returned, so did a vengeance. Jason didn’t hold back his weight when he laid out the guy in two swift hooks. By this time, the entire arena was on their feet. The Gotham team was pulling Jason back by his jersey, now stained red with blood that belonged to multiple people. Jason’s screams matched and overlapped with players and fans. The Metropolis team pulled back their own player and retreated to their bench. The referees were speaking animatedly with both coaches. A team wide fight in a recreational league was unprecedented, and Jason was sure Bruce would be called about this. Perhaps another check would be written.  Consequences be damned. That was fun.

Jason was thrown unceremoniously on to the bench along with a water bottle and a towel. As he attempted to wash some of the blood out of his mouth, he caught you staring with that mischievous glint in your eyes. Despite how you felt about him fighting, your features were still lit with a smile as you watched him. Jason loved the feeling. Probably loved the feeling of your eyes on him more than he loved fighting. He definitely loved fighting for you. Jason mirrored your smile as he wiped the sweat, ice, and blood off his face. Your smile had dropped, a scowl slowly forming as the adoration transformed into something a little less happy. He frowned and went to lick his teeth in annoyance. His own smile dropped as his tongue ran along his teeth. Dammit. One of his front teeth was missing.

[alg1905]

2 Demons 1 Angel. Chapter 12

Chapter 12.  Dick: Further Interrogation

Dick

With Duke leaving the room, the atmosphere became frigid. Had Mr. Freeze escaped Arkham again? It felt like ice was creeping across the room, picking up the pace once Duke left.

That’s what I like about Duke, he was a light to this family who was in love with the dark. It’s fitting, because of his personality and abilities.

{We classify them as Meta-Humans or Metas for short, basically people who have enhanced abilities that received their powers either through experimentation or through blood relatives. Some examples would be my best friend Wally West, and his uncle Barry Allen. Both Barry and Wally recreated experiments that caused them to be hit by lightning and become the fastest people alive. Aliens don’t count as Metas. Like Superman or his family.}

Anyway, Duke has the ability to manipulate light and shadow. Using it to disguise himself easily. He also sees into the future… by about ten minutes at most. Bruce has always disliked Metas, refusing to have anyone with enhanced abilities, including Superman, into his city. He refuses their help, so Duke being apart of our family does demonstrate progress on Bruce’s part.

The tension in the air was humid and thick, though frost covered the walls. A storm was approaching, on the edge of a gale. Nothing but enraged words, and a downpour would come to our family. Though there’s always the eye of the storm, some hope. But once the eye passes, the storm hits twice as hard. Jason collapsed back into his seat; his hand covered his face. My little brother was not in the mood to talk anymore, utterly exhausted from recounting the horrific past. The only sunlight, hope, in the room was the truth that was being spoken. No hesitation, no lies, the only wait was due to glares, which made the frost spread like cobwebs across the once joyful room.

The weight of Jason’s words hit my heart. Abigail was treated as a weapon? Possibly abused worse than Cass or Damian? Cass who wasn’t allowed to speak, but instead learned how to communicate through body language. Cass, who didn’t speak till she was 15. Cass and Damian, who were trained as assassins from the day they could walk? Damian, who was taught loving someone made you weak? Damian, who would rather insult you and fall on a blade instead of asking for a hug? Damian, who was taught that he always must be perfect?

But not having a name… how? How could anyone live like that? How could Daniel live like that? How could Abigail?

I looked around the room, everyone seemed to be having similar thoughts to mine. Except for Daniel and B. Daniel was glaring at the hardwood, just letting the places of information fall into place, connecting the final dots to complete this story. Bruce? Bruce was glaring at Daniel and Jason. Right now, Bruce wasn’t the man who offered me a home after my parent’s murder. Or the man who took in an eleven-year-old Jason in from the streets, the man who gave Tim a home after his seeing his neglectful parents’ bodies in his former home, the man who gave Stephiane a chance to redeem her family name, the man who gave Cass a chance to learn to speak, the man who provided Duke a home after his parents were forceable over-dosed by Joker’s toxin, or the man who accepted his son assassin Damian. That he still had time to teach his son the good in the world. No Bruce was not acting like any of those men in the past.

Today, Bruce is acting entirely as Batman, and not being a diplomatic Batman either. Did Bruce’s diplomacy only come from Alfred? Typically, when Bruce questions people, aka interrogates, he keeps a mask of indifference on. The only change in that mask is glaring harder at certain pieces of information. Currently, Bruce decided to take the bad cop persona, instead of the indifferent cop.

I guess that makes me the good cop. Maybe I should break the ice, before we get to more sensitive topics. “Well, this sure explains a lot from the past.” I grinned slightly at my Robin, then towards Tim.

Daniel frowned. “What do you mean? Explains what?”

Daniel was still tense. He clearly has trust issues, considering what Damian and himself recounted, I can’t exactly blame him. Our whole family has trust issues. Well, Duke doesn’t, neither did Alfred. Daniel relaxed when he had some information about us. It wasn’t just him revealing the past, it allowed for the spotlight to go onto someone else for a while. Hopefully I can give him enough time to collect his thoughts again.

Tim frowned, “Are you talking about that DNA test I found not long after the gremlin came here?”

“TT, then Slade’s ex wife sent it to father trying to make me believe Slade was truly my father. The ruse only was effective for a maximum of 48 hours.” Damian explained.

Daniel sent a confused look to his ‘brother’. “Story? And can only one person please explain?”

Tim coughed into his fist. “Considering I found the information out; I’ll give the part of the story I contributed to.” Tim sat up fully, finally putting his empty mug on the table. Looking Daniel right in the eye. “Damian officially became a part of our family at ten. But he came here for a short visit when he was eight. I was still Robin at that time. Bat brought him to the cave; I was honestly excited to have a little brother. Then –“

“My reflexes kicked in. Mother ingrained the fact in my head that I must inherit the Robin mantel. My task was supposed to be to only eliminate Grayson. Todd, the Red Hood, was supposed to eliminate Drake, obviously you can see for yourself that didn’t work.”  Damian explained. His explanation still made me cringe. I’m just thankful that Little D gave me a chance to show him the good in the world before he followed his mother’s orders like a mindless soldier.

Daniel raised an eyebrow in question, turning his attention to Tim. “You sure you didn’t get thrown in a pit? From the rumors about Red Hood’s early days alone I would have thought the only people to stand in Hood’s way would be Batman or Superman. Possibly the Justice League if Batman ever let outsiders into his city.” 

I frowned, looking over to my little brother. Well, little in age. Considering the fact that Jason was several inches taller and had ruffly 30 or more pounds of muscle than me. Jason was glaring at the table, no doubt still lost in his traumatic past. Usually, these instances he would be thinking about Joker, the man who murdered him at 13. Joker hitting Jason with a crowbar, then letting him die in a warehouse explosion. I knew how to get him out of those thoughts, by acting silly and getting him to yell at me. At least it was better than him being stuck in the past. Now though? I couldn’t tell when he was in the past, getting the distinct impression some idiotic actions would not be able to bring my brother out of his dark past at the moment. For now, Jason has to fight his past torments on his own, despite how much I wanted to protect him.  

Tim snickered. “No, I didn’t get thrown in the pit. I am actually one of the people in this family who hasn’t been in the pit. Or technically died. However, there was a short period of time when I was forced to work for your grandfather. My spleen was removed and there was about three minutes I truly thought I had been in the pit.”

I shudder at Tim’s words. Seeing Jason on pit rage was bad enough. Tim on Lazarus induced pit rage? That would be a nightmare. The Lazarus pit brings out the worst in a person and enhances time five. Jason was bent on revenge, taking up the name Red Hood, controlling the criminal element of the city by doing what Batman refuses to do, and to get some sense of justice for his death. If Tim was ever to go to the pit, … well it wouldn’t be good, especially with his intelligence. He would turn cynical, wouldn’t trust a single person, and would likely become the most feared vigilante in history. Yes, even more than Batman or Red Hood.

“Back on track. Mother sent me to learn from father at eight. I saw Drake as a threat, so I attempted to decapitate Drake.” Damian summarized.

“Yeah, well I’m glad that didn’t go according to plan.” Tim rubbed his neck self-consciously. “Not long after that Talia took Damian back. I began doing research, I wanted to prove that Damian wasn’t related to this family at all. I found an alternate DNA profile saying that Slade Wilson was Damian’s father instead.”

That incident was a nightmare. Damian had disappeared for less than a week. Leaving a note saying something like ‘I am going to go live with my real father.’ I’m glad that Bruce and Slade were able to work that mess out. I still despise Slade Wilson, aka Deathstroke. The most lethal contract assassin in the world. Although he is not above being paid off to not kill an assignment. One blue eye, the other is shot out (by his ex-wife), white hair, an expert with any weapon, prefers firearms and swords. When he was a teenager, he joined the military, Slade was drafted to be a part of scientific experimentation. Creating a super soldier.

“Which was disproven.” Damian assured.

“That alternate document was probably you. We just didn’t know it.” Tim looked at Daniel meaningfully.

“TT, at the time I thought mother had just planted it for a failsafe incase a contract was ever put on my head.” Damian explained. I could tell he was still slightly guilty for not following the lead in the first place. 

“Apparently, you didn’t consider that your own mother would put a bounty on your head.” Jason said flatly. Still lost in his own thoughts.

Daniel frowned, obviously a thought occurred to him. I caught Barbara’s eye. I had a pretty good idea what was going to come out of his mouth, and Barbara was having similar thoughts. Daniel was probably going to accuse us of abandoning him. Somewhere along the lines, ‘You had evidence I was alive for almost seven years? And you didn’t look into it?’ To be quite honest we’d deserve it.

The question that came out of Daniel’s mouth was, “Were there other files?”

Tim frowned. “What do you mean?”

“When you discovered my DNA profile, did you find other files similar to mine?” Daniel asked again, mumbling to himself, refusing to look anyone in the eye.

“No, why?” Tim questioned.

Daniel grabbed a taco in front of him, obviously trying to avoid this part of the conversation. Tim looks over to me for help. See, Tim knows I know Damian the best. Heck, Tim preaches it. Tim was asking what he should do, because Tim doesn’t completely want to start off on the wrong foot like he and Damian did.

I looked at Daniel again, studying him closely. He is still guarded but, I could tell he wasn’t completely done with answering questions yet. Perhaps we can go back to the point of the files later.

I tapped a message in Morse code on my knee. Change Topic. He Will Still Answer Questions But Change Topic.

Tim nodded and picked the conversation back up again, looking over to Daniel. “Damian said that Abigail is blind yet can hear through echolocation. What did Ras do to her?”

Daniel sighed, placing his head in his hand. “Before I explain that, I need to explain what led to that.” Daniel combed his arctic-white hair through his fingers. Shutting his emerald, green eyes tight, and his left foot began bouncing out of nerves. “Abby wasn’t born blind. Jason tried to save Abby, obviously that failed.”

Daniel stopped himself, attempting to formulate what he should say next. Pinching his lips, eyebrows furrowed just a couple of centimeters from touching each other.

Jason grunted, though I am sure he was just awoken from his own thoughts. He looked at Daniel, protectiveness and sympathy radiating from him.

The white-haired boy put his hand on the back of his neck. “There were two other clones of Damian. And at least one of Abby herself. Ras allowed the four to… train together? I’m not completely sure why he let that happen. Dean, David, and Ruby. From what Ab’s has told me, well more like described in her own way, they managed to run away at some point.”

Stephanie looked at Daniel with sympathy. Seeing how hard it was to describe the part of Abigail’s past that he hadn’t been a part of. Her blonde hair pulled over her right shoulder, as if she was trying to provide a curtain between herself and the family portrait above the mantal. Feeling the ‘Look’ from Alfred’s painted face. “That’s why she saved you. Because you remind her of her other brothers.”

Daniel nodded. Hand dropping to his lap, strands of his near shoulder length hair falling in front of his face like feathers. “Yeah. The first time they ran away, they came across a photo booth. Ab’s still has the old picture. In the pic Abby looks about five, Ruby was probably six. Dean and David looked about eight.”

Tim started, “What does this-“

Daniel ignored him, lost in recounted memory, all the while relaying his words to his feet. “Abby said that Dean was taller than David. His hair looked like fire, stronger. Apparently, he was more impulsive, loud, and very protective of Abby and Ruby.  David had hair like the earth or tree bark, listened, fast learner. He planned things. Yes, he was protective, but he wasn’t impulsive. Ruby was in-between. Ruby did think things through, but a bit impulsive. For Ruby, it was difficult for her to voice her emotions. Instead, she did little things to show she cared. Hair like the sun. Also defensive with her words.”

A silence hung in the air, Tim asked again, “What does this have to do with Abigail’s sight?”

Daniel stared Tim in the eyes. Living emerald forest green vs detective cold crystal blue. Two young men both determined, one in facts the other in defending his sister. “Everything. I’m sure you noticed how I described them.”

I nodded. “Yeah, fire red. Earth brown. Sun blonde.”

“That’s how Abby described them to me. She really doesn’t know colors. The only color she knows by name is green.” Daniel said, glancing over at me.

Barbara spoke. “You said Abigail was five while Ruby was six. Yet Ruby is a clone of Abigail.”

Daniel turned to her. “I also said that Abby has been to the pit’s innumerable times. Which caused her to look younger. My best guess is that she is at least two years younger.”

Bruce growled. “You still didn’t answer the question why do these other adolescent’s matter? Or the reason you dare, to address them before the sight of Talia’s daughter?” Bruce’s voice was mellow. However, the underlining hint of steely anger couldn’t be missed. A set of determination demanding every bone in your body.  

Talia’s daughter, not Abigail, and surely not Daniel’s sister. Nothing, absolutely nothing but contempt for the girl who wasn’t even present. Daniel was calmer than before, but those words sparked his hatred. Daniel’s teeth clenched and he balled his fists uselessly.

Babs intervened before harsh words could be thrown around. “B, Daniel did answer Tim’s question. He said everything.”

“THAT’S NOT AN ANSWER!!” Bruce nearly screamed.

Daniel was on his feet, eyes ignited with fury and contempt, fists clenched. Jason followed Daniel’s actions, standing next to the boy in case things turned physical. Telling Bruce which side he was taking.

“The reason I brought them up?! Because they shaped Abby who is she is today! Jason gave Abby her name. They gave her a family. A family which was caught by Ras! Ras didn’t know Jason had given Abby a name!” Daniel laughed. The fire was still in his eyes, but he took a step back. Enjoying the moment of irony. His voice was dripping in sarcasm when he spoke again.

“The Demon’s Head. Ras Al Ghul. The man who knew everything. The man who had ears and eyes in every city of the world! The man who could have you killed if you so much said a bad thing about him. Didn’t know his most lethal weapon, his secret weapon. Had been given a name.  He didn’t know that his other “Grandchildren” could possibly learn what a real family means. That they would teach his little secret weapon about family.”

Again, Daniel laughed. This time it sounded hollow and distant. The type of laugh that comes out when you are so emotionally bombarded you can’t do anything else. “To Ras these were flaws. Her name, family, everything wholesome she had been taught. For punishment, he threw Abby down in a cave. Chained, no light, no food, the only water coming from the cave itself. Just for having a real name.” Daniel breathed heavily.

Stephanie was on the edge of her seat. Looking horror struck at the punishment Ras had implemented on his own blood. Her mouth slightly open, distress filling her eyes, her hand was playing with her hair just to ground herself to reality.

I had a similar expression to Stephanie’s. My hands clenching the armrest beside me, gritting my teeth. Continuously sending glances to Barbara and Damian. A dam broke in my head, cursing out Ras Al Ghul in Romanian.

Tim had his back against the arm of the couch, feet towards Daniel. He was attempting to adopt a similar look to Bruce, trying shut down all emotions. However, Tim couldn’t quite disassociate himself from Daniel’s testimony. Worry crept into his eyes, glancing at our baby brother and Daniel, and recalling the trembling girl who had left the room, with Cass and Duke in tow.

Barbara was tense, shoulders set, her hand making her way to her pocket. Probably to warn Cass, but she wasn’t taking her eyes off Bruce. Glasses glinting, trying to gage the best course of action and how much more information should be revealed in this time frame.

Jason kept eyeing Bruce waiting for the elder to jump to his feet, waiting for any action that was more than minuscule from Bruce. His jaw was strained, holding back the river of curses he wanted to unleash upon Bruce, green becoming prominent in his teal eyes. Ready to protect Daniel if the need arises.

Damian was tense. He kept petting his Great Dane, Titus, for a distraction.  His emerald eyes, matching Daniel’s in color, were lost in the past. As if Damian was recalling his own version of these events.

Bruce was glaring at Daniel. Not letting his thoughts show to anyone, as if he was a robot. I couldn’t see his tells for guilt. No absolutely no guilt for what he had heard Daniel say, no guilt for pushing him to say it. Bruce, just because this involves Ras does not mean you can act like you don’t have a heart. I ached for the old butler. Alfred would have put Bruce in his place already. If Alfred was here, Bruce wouldn’t be this closed off. 

The amount of detail Daniel gave, and the reasoning as to why such actions were performed was unnerving. Everything seemed to be linked together.

Daniel took another step back. Ensuring the distance between himself and Bruce. His lids fell over his livid vivid green eyes. Fists clenching as if he should have had weapons in his hands, or he was preparing to throw a punch at Bruce’s face. “He left her down there till she was absolutely blind, probably longer than was necessary. At some point Ras injected Abby with something, I DON’T KNOW WHAT. Neither does Abby, so don’t ask. He didn’t exactly give us the luxury of knowing what torment he was going to do to us.” Daniel caught his breath, attempting to steel himself for the next part.

“What did it do to her?” I asked gently. His green eyes caught mine. Man, he looks so much like Damian. Even the expressions on his face. They were exactly the same on Damian when he was telling me his secrets when he was my Robin, and I was his Batman.  

His eyes remained locked on mine, apparently finding some comfort in my eyes. Perhaps not comfort, but maybe for some reason I was able to keep him grounded to reality. “It caused her sight to change. She can’t see color. She sees through sound, using echolocation. And it did something to her voice, she has a scream that will leave your ears ringing. She can shatter glass with her voice and leave people temporarily deaf. The first time she did it to me, it was an accident, but I couldn’t hear for hours.”

Tim is right, she is literally a human bat.

Barbara spoke up, asking gently, “Daniel, what happen to Abby’s other brothers and sister?”

Daniel’s eyes shut tight, trying to block something out of his mind. He mumbled something, I frowned. I saw the words ‘escape, mountains, captured’ on his lips. I bit my lip before speaking. “The four of them, I am assuming after Abigail’s sight was changed, managed to escape to the mountains, but they were captured again?” I let my assumption hang in the air.

Daniel turned his head away from me. Jason put is hand on Daniel’s shoulder. He stiffened, but didn’t attack, a plus in my book.

Jason spoke for Daniel. “Daniel explained this part earlier. What you said was right, except for one part Dick.”

I frowned. “What did I miss?”

As I spoke Jason gestured for Daniel to sit down, which he did after a moment of hesitation, still glaring at his feet. Jason continued. “Abigail was captured. The others were killed.” Jason closed his eyes, letting some of his tension melt off of him as he breathed, then he sat down himself.

Bruce was about to speak again, no doubt something to make the situation worse, but Damian glared at him from his spot across the room.

Steph coughed into her hand. “So, Daniel, how did you and Abigail get to Gotham? And what exactly happened for you to meet Damian? Damian said you were stabbed? By whom?” Thank goodness for Steph’s short attention span, and her ability to still pick up on details.

Daniel looked up, his eyes losing some of their fire that previously occupied them. He drummed his left hand on his leg, the pattern made it appear as if he was counting to himself. “Abby and I stowed away on a cargo ship in Spain about a month ago. The ship itself arrived yesterday, but there were a lot more guards than I was expecting. So, we had to wait till night to even attempt getting off. We just managed to get off the dock, when we were caught.”

“What was the name of the cargo ship?” Bruce asked icily. Obviously wanting to verify if said ship docked yesterday, and to go over the security footage later.  

“The MCS Tessa.” Daniel supplied, refusing to even look in B’s direction.

I frowned. I knew that the MCS Tessa was coming, I was working on the case with Jason. But it wasn’t supposed to be in for another week. Something about storms delaying her voyage. There was a dispute about who owned the ship though. Black Mask or Two Face. The two were about to go to war over the matter.  

“Do you know who caught you?” Babs asked. Trying to keep her expression neutral. The mask may have fooled Daniel, however everyone else in the room knew she was hiding her curiosity. Wanting a new case, and where she could provide aid.  

“A fat, weird bird looking man in a black suit and a piece of glass in one eye, the other an eyepatch. Carrying an umbrella and wearing a top hat.” Daniel described.

“Penguin?” Jason growled. 

Penguin? The description is dead on to Penguin, since Jason as the Red Hood was the one to shoot his eye out. (Due to the fact it was Penguin’s fault that Jay’s dad was chucked in prison in the first place.) It wasn’t Penguin’s ship though why would he get involved with Two Face and Black Mask. Unless… he wanted a war. Penguin is a crooked businessman, and an opportunist and is currently desperate to get his empire back. A wicked combination in Gotham. He would take whatever was in the shipment, and both sides would accuse the other. No one would think Penguin would be capable of doing this because Red Hood toppled his empire, took it over for himself, and left Penguin with only one working eye. This is how Penguin wanted to get back in the game. Pit two sworn enemies against each other and reap the spoils of war.

Daniel frowned. “I’ve never seen a penguin before. Isn’t that a bird who can’t fly?”

“TT, yes. Oswald Cobblepot adopted the name penguin in his youth, due to his looks appearing similar to the bird. An insult to all the penguins of the world. From your description it sounds like Cobblepot.” Damian explained. A light in his eyes, wanting to teach his ‘twin’ about the birds themselves, but he managed to restrain himself.

Daniel shrugged. “If you say so. I wanted to fight but he had at least 20 hired hands, all with guns. I had no desire to die by a firing squad again. Somehow the weird bird guy, caught Abby using her as a hostage.”

His breath caught; his next sentence came out shakily, slight terror was embroidered in his voice. “I have heard what happens to girls in Gotham, I wasn’t letting that happen to my sister. I traded most of our weapons so he would let her go. But the man still stabbed me, then Abby got free. I think she broke the guy’s nose, and she grabbed our bags and helped me. His thugs must have been following us. I collapsed before we reached the alley, Abby dragged me the rest of the way. That’s when Damian intervened.”

Bruce growled out, “That ship isn’t due for another week! Penguin does not own the ship, so you couldn’t have met him last night! So how exactly did you get to Gotham?!”

“B, if you take the time to put your own feelings aside, like an actual detective, you could see the game Penguin is trying to play.” I spoke up.

Bruce stood, glaring at Daniel. Nothing but ill feelings towards the boy. How are you not seeing your own son within Daniel, B?  Daniel’s telling the truth!

Jason got to his feet for a third time. Keeping Daniel behind him. His unspoken statement loud and clear, ‘this boy along with his sister are under my protection’.

Bruce began yelling. “This child has told nothing but lies! Obviously, Slade’s associates found him and the girl and has sent them to gain information!”

Bruce continued shouting, Daniel looked ready to protest, but I caught his eye. I shook my head, mouthing ‘Not now. Let us handle it.’

He didn’t look happy at my words, but he gritted his teeth and clenched his hands around the couch. Forcing himself to stay where he was.

‘Ping’. My phone, as did many other phones in the room, went off. I glanced at Bruce, making sure he was occupied in his rant, then I looked down at my phone.

(Golden Boy – Dick, Jay B – Jason, Mad Scientist – Tim, Blades – Damian, PPP – Stephanie, Hacker – Barbara, Light – Duke, B Bat – Cass.)

B Bat: Abigail is in the library, 3rd floor. She is letting Duke come up. ONLY. The only other person allowed to come is Daniel.

At least it seems Cass is making some progress with Abigail. I quickly silenced my phone then shot a message in the group chat.

Golden Boy: how is she with you?

B Bat: ok. Animals help. Kitty loves her.

Bruce turned his back on Daniel, facing me. I honestly lost track of his rant for the last five minutes. Had it been five minutes?

Bruce started at me, “You are so naïve to trust them! Just giving them the benefit of the doubt because he looks like Damian! You can’t wash the blood off an assassin’s hands!”

Oh, you’re playing that card? I spoke, “B, you are acting unreasonably. How on earth did you even get on this topic?!”

Bruce continued to rant paying no attention to my words. I saw Jason discreetly pass his phone to Daniel who was trying to look at the messages himself. Daniel did send a message himself, absorbed in the digital conversation.

I looked back at my own phone to see what I had missed.

Blades: understood. Do you think the dogs would be too much?

Light: I already have Ace. Would Titus be too much?

B Bat: for now, yes.

Jay B: has she eaten anything?

B Bat: not yet.

Jay B: Daniel here. Can you see if you can get her to eat?

B Bat: will try, won’t push.

I smiled, at least someone was making progress with these kids. Alfred the cat likes Abigail, Damian can work with her that way at least.

Hacker: don’t let her come here. B is on a rampage.

Rampage is an understatement.

Mad Scientist: agreed. We will let you know when he is better or away.

That means it’s going to be a couple of hours till then, it’s the middle of February, it’s already 5:30. Bruce will probably be heading out at 7.

PPP: if B goes on for another hour, I might just have to join you if I’m allowed to. 

You and me both Steph. You and me both.

Light: reaching the 3rd floor now.

I turn off my phone, listening to Bruce’s rant. At least he is talking.

[vyragosa]

i still think joker studios is crazy for naming luca's winter cicada because if you search winter cicada, no matter what you will end up on the traces of this incredibly tragic historical and political intrigue yaoi and it makes me murderous because there's just no way they pulled winter cicada without the intentions for it

remember that luca is explicitely linked to RASHOMON, a murder seen through the eyes of multiple people and conflicting testimonies, about believing explicit lies

now that yaoi was about comrades suffering in prison and being kept hidden, two lovers about to be found out and when they are, one of them runs away to commit suicide with a small blade, the shell of a cicada they found 8 years ago in a satchel by the body. ....

now what is warden essence about?

a cicada burning itself to be the fuel to melt the ice? there must be no correlation. none. talking absolute nonsense.

[sidusgladii]

Masterlist of Information (FTNewGen - kkumri)

The information on this page was collected from old Tumblr posts of kkumri. All the information was said directly or implied by kkumri.

Luna Dragneel. She is eccentric and acts out alone. She is oblivious when people hit on her. She uses colorful language (curse words). She is, secretly, a bookworm. She loves strawberries dipped in tuna paste. Gale and Storm call her a “Luna-tic”. She fawns over Storm’s “battle mode”. Luna is afraid of revealing her feelings for Storm, because he already goes soft on her when sparring. She spars with Gale. Her guild mark is located on her right shoulder and pink. She is a tsundere (harsh personality, but gradually becomes kinder). She is seventeen years old. She is a Sagittarius.

Nash Dragneel. He is gay. He has a huge appetite. He was born with heterochromia (one eye is a different color than the other). He is approachable, loud, and easily bashful and irritable. His emotions are easily wavered as well. He blushes crazy and cannot think straight when complimented, leading to people using his weakness to their advantage. He also tends to overthink. He is very forgetful. He is oblivious when people hit on him. He inherited his father’s fierce glare (when upset) and uses colorful language (curse words). He thinks Gale is hot (platonically). Nash and Storm like to spend time together and drink hot chocolate when it’s cold. His guild mark is located on his left shoulder blade. He likes to marathon tv shows and sports. His hobbies include boxing, writing, and gaming. He is a Celestial Mage and uses Gun Magic. He takes and learns advice from his mother. Nash and Sylvia get along well! His parents accept him after his relationship with Reiki becomes public, and the news shocks the guild because “it wasn’t obvious”. In the future, it is likely that Nash and Reiki open an orphanage (basically adopting dozens of children). He is sixteen years old. He is a Pisces.

Storm Fullbuster. He is very frank (direct) in terms of communication. He tends to drift off in his daydreams. He has learned his father’s stripping habit. He likes soft things and ice pops. His hobbies include dancing, skating, and cooking. He uses Water Body and Ice Make Magic. He curses while in “battle mode”. His guild mark is located on his left pectoral and blue. He feels confident and secure of Luna’s reciprocal feelings for him. He understands Luna’s fears, of their relationship changing if she reveals her feelings for him, once he sees the gleam in her eyes when she spars with Gale. Storm and Nash like to spend time together and drink hot chocolate when it’s cold. He is seventeen years old. He is a Leo.

Sylvia Fullbuster. She is the most proper of her siblings. She can be dramatic. She had some complications during her birth, so she is weaker than her twin brother. She is older than her twin brother, Rin. She idolizes Asuka Connell. She uses water based magic and mainly uses them for healing purposes (she learns from her mother and Wendy Marvell). She has the ability to summon rain. Sylvia and Nash get along well! She is bolder than Akatsuki. Her guild mark is located on her right hip. She is eleven years old. She is an Aries.

Rin Fullbuster. He has a fraternal twin sister and he is protective of her. He is hot headed, dramatic, and easily jealous. He is also the worst to anger, because he causes the most destruction when upset. He is labeled as the joker of the FTNewGen. He is tanner than his twin sister, because he is sporty, and the time he spends outside, means he is in the harsh sunlight. He has a “big potty mouth”. He learned his father’s stripping habit. He idolizes Asuka Connell. He likes Rosemary (“the plant”) and betting. HIs hobbies include dressing up and sleeping. He has a cross tattoo on the back of his neck. He uses Plasma Beams and Earth Elements Magic. His magic requires a lot of high pain tolerance and he has the ability to summon lava from the ground. His guild mark is located on his right hip. He is eleven years old. He is an Aries.

Reiki Fernandes. He is bisexual. He can be bossy and competitive, yet is cool headed, well-mannered, and polite. He inherited his mother’s intense glare. He also is prepared for anything and finds cleaning swords therapeutic (like his mother). He loves his mother. He can be a “drama queen” and is a trusted leader. He usually steps out of brawls victorious and unharmed. He is an S-Class mage. He is a “lousy assed drinker” (he turns to it when he gets too stressed). He is quite vague in terms of communication. He is more buff than Storm. He tends to “baby” his little sister. He thinks Gale is hot (platonically). He begged Gale to “make him look more like his father”, so Gale gave Reiki his facial tattoo. He dated Nova for a bit, before breaking up with her because she was not her true self like how she was with Gale. He helps out his father with cooking at home. He likes strawberry cakes and corny films. His hobbies include teasing guildmates (especially Nash), training and exploring. His parents accept him after his relationship with Nash becomes public, and the news shocks the guild because “it wasn’t obvious”. In the future, it is likely that Reiki and Nash open an orphanage (basically adopting dozens of children). He uses Destruction Magic and is a sword wielder. His guild mark is located on his right shoulder blade. He is nineteen years old. He is a Leo.

Rosemary Fernandes. She loves her father. She is cool headed and well-mannered, but also a kamidere (self-absorbed). She loves awards and profit, yet is not greedy. She was born with an insane amount of magic power, leading to multiple failed kidnappings by evil wizards. “Holding back” is not in her dictionary. She is an S-Class mage when she becomes a teenager. She prefers solo missions. She uses Crystal Control and Energy Manipulation Magic. Her guild mark is located on the middle of her lower back. She likes nature, mementos, and music. Her hobbies include sword fighting, sewing, and dancing. She is ten years old. She is an Aquarius.

Gale Redfox. As a child, he was all “sunshine and rainbows”. He used to be weak and timid, causing him to be bullied frequently. He was a HUGE mama’s boy and, now, tries his best to overcome his attachment to his mother. He got involved in bad company, which turned him into a rebel. He used his magic power to prank people and destroy public property. He started to work out and hone his powers to prove people wrong. He dyed his hair dark blue to appear more intimidating. The more trouble he got into, the more his father got worried, leading to fights between the two to vent out frustrations. Gajeel tells Gale about his time in Phantom Lord and how he doesn’t want his son following the same path. Gale returns to Fairy Tail to make amends. His guild mark is located on his left pectoral. He prefers solo missions. The Fullbuster twins seem to have taken a liking to him! He spars with Luna. He learns tattoo art in his free time and believes his mother’s Script Magic is the prettiest art there is. He is a much better singer than his father and, secretly, has singing lessons with Mirajane Strauss. He likes to eat mutton with mint ice cream. He never curses, but he does label or nickname people. He is a kuudere (shut out, cold, shows no emotions). Gale is the one who gave Reiki his face tattoo after Reiki was begging him to make him more like his father. His feisty relationship with Nova causes him to fall for her (unknowingly). Her mental strength encourages Gale to become more powerful to win her heart, even when he knew she fell for Reiki. When Nova breaks down, after learning Reiki is together with Nash, Gale comforts her and confesses his feelings. He tells her he loves her sassy, prideful, vulgar, and hot headed self (along with her good, kind heart). He starts to go out on more missions with Nova and realizes the reciprocal feelings. He is eighteen years old. He is a Scorpio.

“Little Redfox daughter”. Her possible names are Mackenzie, Venetia, or Izusa. She is possibly short or "little". She is possibly younger or "little(r)" than her brother.

“MIRAXUS son”. His possible names are Kai, Raiden, or Kakumi. He is an S-Class mage. He looks scary, but is not.

Nova Dreyar. Her father treats her like his little princess. She is sassy and powerful. She can be intimidating (like her parents). She prides herself in maintaining Fairy Tail’s powerful reputation, but stresses out because of the public’s expectation of her being just as powerful as her parents. She trains herself extensively to the point of exhaustion, and her parents intervened to convince her that she did not have to live up to anyone’s expectations. Nova would taunt and tease Gale to pressure him into becoming more powerful to prove her wrong. She keeps a close eye on Nash and Rin (the more destructive members of Fairy Tail). She is closest to Asuka Connell, Reiki Fernandes, and Gale Redfox. She falls for Reiki and that becomes glaringly obvious. Nova and Reiki dated for a while before the relationship ended. She becomes vulnerable with Gale, who comforts and confesses his feelings for her, and reveals her frailty when it comes to the matters of her heart. The pair go out on more missions together and Nova realizes her true feelings for Gale. She vents her frustrations through witty sarcasm. She likes horoscopes and horse riding. Her hobbies include bartending and biking. Her guild mark is located on her right thigh. She uses Omnicounter Magic. She is eighteen years old. She is a Capricorn.

Akatsuki Eucliffe. He is Sabertooth’s log keeper and, possibly, has no magic power. His guild mark is located on his left shoulder. He is very intelligent. He likes bowties and ties. His hobbies include reading, writing, and photography. He believes Sylvia is a pretty girl, and he is shy and secretive about his feelings for her. He is eleven years old. He is a Virgo.

[ryukang1995]

Mortal Kombat vs. DC Universe counterparts/matchups

Superman = Raiden - The ultimate defenders of their worlds. Superman is like a god while Raiden is literally one...well, before New MK1 came along.

Batman = Liu Kang - The greatest human defenders of their respective teams...at least before Liu Kang became the Fire God. Both are expert martial artists and have an animal motif going on (Liu Kang has a dragon theme while Batman's is self-explanatory).

Wonder Woman = Kitana - Warrior princesses from other worlds. Depending on which version you're going with, they also have close relationships with Batman and Liu Kang.

Green Lantern (Hal Jordan) = Kuai Liang (Scorpion/Sub-Zero) - Members of councils who often share their mantles with other figures in the canon (Hal is part of the Green Lantern Corps while Kuai Liang is a member of the Lin Kuei clan, and later the Shirai Ryu clan in New MK1). Green Lantern's ring and Sub-Zero's ice often function similarly with both of them being able to create practically anything with them.

The Flash = Kabal - Super speedsters who often can be snarky.

Aquaman = Rain - Royal figures who are hydrokinetic and can manipulate the weather.

Deathstroke = Hanzo Hasashi (Scorpion) - Top ranking assassins who left behind their families from previous lives.

Catwoman = Sonya Blade - Arguably the most recognizable female characters besides Wonder Woman and Kitana, they're often on opposite sides of the law since Sonya is a Special Forces agent while Catwoman is a burglar. They too have close relationships with Batman and Liu Kang (mostly in my works based on MK, and even in the Jeff Rovin novel).

Dick Grayson (Robin/Nightwing) = Kung Lao - The partners/sidekicks to Batman and Liu Kang, they too are skilled martial artists.

Cyborg = Jax - African-American males who are cybernetically enhanced.

Starfire = Li Mei - Female fighters who can fire plasma/nova blasts. They also have close relationships with Dick Grayson and Kung Lao (at least in my works based on MK).

Raven = Ermac - Figures who use telepathy and dark magic.

Beast Boy = Nightwolf - Characters who can morph into animals.

Shazam = Fujin - Godly figures who are somewhat connected to Superman and Raiden.

The Joker = Kano - Psychopathic criminals with a penchant for knives and a twisted sense of humor.

Harley Quinn = Mileena - Seductive yet playful and twisted femme fatales.

Green Arrow = Kung Jin - Archers who are also skilled martial artists.

Black Canary = Sindel - Authority figures who are also mothers and have ultrasonic screams.

Blue Beetle = Takeda - Young heroes who have an insect motif.

Booster Gold = Johnny Cage - Egotistical celebrity heroes.

Katana = Kenshi - Japanese fighters who wield swords that have the souls of family members trapped in them.

Sinestro = Bi Han (Sub-Zero/Noob Saibot) - Darker foils to Green Lantern and Kuai Liang who used to fight for good until they became villains who invoke fear.

Killer Croc = Reptile - Sideshow freaks with a strong reptilian theme.

Lobo = Baraka - Deadly otherworldly beings.

Bane = Goro - Behemoth fighters with a level of intellect. They also have pivotal roles against Batman and Liu Kang (while Bane broke Batman's back, Liu Kang defeated Goro to become the Mortal Kombat champion).

Doctor Fate = Shang Tsung - Sorcerers.

Lex Luthor = Quan Chi - Power-mad and intellectual villains.

Darkseid = Shao Kahn - Tyrannical rulers bent on conquering worlds.

That's all for now. I did leave some characters out, but these are who I could think of at the moment. If you view them differently, it's all good.

[dumbassalex]

Bruce was out on another patrol, keeping it down low, just like the last couple of days....or maybe it has been weeks? Bruce couldn't tell at this point, the days and nights started to blend together.

He heard a women scream, and rushed in her dierction on instinct, even if he knew that it could've been on of Selinas traps, it still could've been someone in need, and Bruce wasn't gonna leave it up to chance.

When he arrived on the rooftop right above the origin of the scream, he saw a young woman held with her arms behind her back, two cuts on her abdomen. The hand that constricted her wrist was pure white, as was the rest of the giggling horror in front of Bruces eyes.

He jumped down in front of them. "Let her go, Joker." "But of course, Batsy!" He giggled more as he let go of the womans wrist, she bolted it down the alley and away from the two. Bruce wished it was one of Selinas traps. "What do you want?" Batman stood still, rigid and uncomfortable as Joker started slowly walking to the side. "Oh you know, the usual, homicide, terror, chaos, cover the WE building in ice cream, come up with new ways to traumatize a person and..." His non-shalant walk stopped as his eyes fell on Batmans figure. "Putting you back together."

"What?" Batman raised his eyebrow. "A little birdie told me you haven't been quite yourself, darling." He kept playing with his blade. "I mean... the violence is a tuesday, and your relationship with the cat was always deemed to fail." He let out another giggles, ones that sounded chocked down by him, like he was holding something back. "Hard for something to work out when they don't know you, that's why we were always so good together, even at our worst, we still gave our all to the other." "Shut it." Batman said with gritted teeth, Joker chuckled.

"But fighting your family? Now THAT'S what got my attention." Another group of giggles escaped his rosy red lips. "I MUST say, i nearly died LAUGHING when i heard that after all my attemps to BREAK you, to finaly SHOW you that you don't need them, that you're better alone...you did it ALL by YOURSELF." He burst out into laughter.

Batman had enough, he charged at Joker, grabbed him by his shoulders and pinned him againts the wall. "I said SHUT. UP." Bruce leaned, barring his teeth like an angry dog. Joker laughed some more. "By why? Why should i keep it quiet, Bats? Does the thruth hurt?" He nearly started another fit of giggles if Batman hadn't punched him in his gut. "And you still haven't heard the best part!" Jokers hands flew to Batmans face, cradling it as he stared into the white lenses. "About what you've done to your. Little. Baby boy....JASON." "SHUT UP!" Bruce punched him again, sending the laughing maniac to the ground.

Bruce stradled him and grabbed him by the neck. "You do not get to speak of him!" Joker laughed. "Oh you HYPOCRITE!" Suddenly a knife was in Bruces side. "You think I ruined his life?!" He pushed Bruce to roll over, before sitting in his lap, forearms idly resting on Batmans chest as he leaned in. "At least I had the GUTS to end him! At least I could finish the JOB! Because, sweetie, I just killed him, i didn't force him to live through broken bones, ruined spine, punchtured lungs and a concussion of his life. " He held in another laugh, propably at the thought of it, maybe at the memory of that day, or at the memory of the stolen autopsy report. "No, no, I gave our boy mercy!" Bruce grabbed Joker by the throat and sat up before forcing Joker back down and punching him. "MERCY?! YOU PUT HIM IN THE GRAVE!" He hit him again.

"AT LEAST I DIDN'T PUT HIM IN A WHEELCHAIR!" He laughed, so loudly the rest of Gotham might've heard, tears flooded his toxic green eyes as his body shook and his feet kicked the air. Bruce let go of his neck. "What?" He took a couple of steps back. "No, I stopped him from ruining his life even more than he was, I gave him the chance to live a normal life." After a moment Joker caught his breath and bearings. "Oh yes." Joker got on his knees. "NORMAL. Normal, exept for the joys of fighting, of the outside world, of the pleasure of human body, of being able to have a dog." His arms spread wide with glee. "Because living hidden away from strong emotions and...anything above the most mundane of tasks is SUCH a normal ways to live." He giggled again as he got up, Bruce was leaning againts a wall, trying to keep his breath in check.

"Admit it, doll, i might've killed him, but at least i didn't RUIN his life." "YOU KNOW THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Bruce let out in panic. Joker stopped. "What? Are you talking about his little red hood?" Joker laughed again, leaning his head back in the process. "I didn't do THAT! I wasn't the one to bring him back or gave him the resources for that, as much as I'd love to take credit for what ended up happening. That was out of my hands....THIS, thought? That was ALL you." Joker laughed as he slowly walked up to the now panicing Batman. "C'mon, sweetheart, admit it, admit that it wasn't ME or any other villian of yours, but YOU who made you do this." Joker walked up to Bruce and cradled his face again as he gently put him againts the wall and looked into his eyes with gentle care and passion. "Admit it, for me, Bats. That you ruined his life, that it was you who conviced you to cross the line, you who made your family hate you, that you're no better than us....please, Batman." He whispered as his thumb ran circles on Bruces cheek. "You know that I am right, that this isn't my doing, or Nygmas, or Crocs, or Cats, not Tetchs, just...yours." Bruce looked down in defeat. "I admit it." Joker smiled as he leaned his forehead on Bruces. "That's all i ever wanted to hear."

He let go of Bruce, who's knees and palms hit the ground. "I hate you, Bruce, I really do, this was supposed to be MY win, but you can't let me have even that, can you?" Joker was sad, dissapointed. He let out a sigh as he watches Bruce helplessly on the ground, blood staining his suit, all fight gone from his body. "Bye, my love." Joker put his hands in his pockets and walked away, no triumph in his soul, he didn't feel like a winner, even if the Batman was broken.

The world felt hazy to Bruce, but he didn't fight it, there was nothing to fight, with Alfred gone, his family hating him, Selina fighting him, there was noone that needed him, Bruce let go.

[symphonic-scream]

🍧, if you're still doing the emoji ask game?

If that one isn't any good, 🐂!

(You do not have to do both!)

I AM STILL DOING IT I GOT BUSY

Here I am though

P5 Soul Eater au

So I don't have much plot for this one, but I'm sure that'll change soon with the revival of the Soul Eater Fandom from that Tik Tok trend

But I can tell you what everyone is, and who's paired with who

Joker/Akira. He's a weapon, but acts as a Meister. His form is a curved dagger, but he rarely uses it. He doesn't like what it does to him, how it makes him act. Plus, he's struggling enough to balance out his partner

Who is Goro Akechi. He's, got two forms. Depends which part of him is in control. He was part of some experiments as a child, and wants to find the man who made him this monster. His normal form is a, glowing lazer sword. His secondary one, an executioner's axe.

Ann is a weapon! Ice picks with a chain to hold them together, two cause. Pigtails. She starts out with Shiho as her Meister, but Shiho gets hurt real bad, so she has to find a new Meister as she joins the remedial class. She doesn't fit well with Hifumi, and ends up being paired with Artificial Meister Sophia

Ryuji! He's also a weapon! He's worried that it makes him angry and violent at heart, cause his dad was a weapon too. His form is a jagged sword, shaped sorta like a lightning bolt. He can conduct electricity!

Yusuke is his Meister, and it's. Funny how different they are. Yusuke's foster father had become a Kishin Egg, and he slayed him after finding out he'd killed Yusuke's mom and shit. He speaks weird cause he grew up isolated in what was pretty much a cult

Makoto is a weapon, like her mom. She was raised in a Meister-dominant house, under ideals that she's below them, and was born to serve meisters. Since coming to the school and finding her partner, she's been slowly healing from that. Her weapon form is a big spikey Morning Star, and when her and her Meister resonate, for like a "witch hunter" move, her handle grows into a thorned chain, with loops to safely grab

Her partner is Haru! Haru's from a very normal family, she's the first Meister. Like ever. She had to sneak out to apply, and ran away to attend school and hunt the Kishin Eggs. She's very new to everything, learning about how it all works

They're mentors to the others. Makoto is already a Death Weapon by the time "plot" starts, they're not main members of the cast, sadly. But they show up very often

Futaba is a Meister with no weapon for a long time. Her mom was a Meister too, and made her dad, Sojiro, into a death weapon. Neither feel safe with Futaba acting as a Meister until an incident pushes her to step up

On the other side, Sumire is a weapon. One of two twin Katana blades. she and Kasumi used to weild each other, until her sister passed. Sumire has refused every Meister since, until a certain incident causes her to pair with Futaba

Anyways. This au. Please ask me about it I love this one

[ibithesnail]

got my wisdom teeth removed!! (warning: graphic description ahead) it was horizontal so they had to cut it in half. the anaesthesia needle was LONG and this guy was damned if he didn’t use the whole of it! i got to channel my inner joker!zam as i giggled hysterically watching the lil drainage tube fill up w red and tasting it and feeling only the pressure of the blade cutting through my flesh and stoping against the bone. the numbness was a little disgusting (mostly in the gag reflex sense) but that’s ok. i was only appropriately stressed during the procedure but the guy operating me was v young so he was shaking like i was cutting him up and not the other way around (i get it tho, i was shaking like that too when i was taking my drivers test the other day). the stitches were just like in the tiktoks except my pov was quite scuffed. can’t wait for the horrors of the recovery process which i completely forgot would be a thing and didn’t google beforehand! also they gave me cold to apply so that the gum doesn’t swell and it’s like a piece of ice wrapped in a napkin and i just unwrapped the napkin and turns out the water was frozen in a condom LMAO. i have GOT to tell the dissection mutual about this 💕

[frostise]

"Snowcone, here, hold this!" Joker didn't actually wait to be offered a hand and instead took Frost's wrist, and yanked her hand forward so that she could put a handful of blue/purple guts in her hand before releasing her. "I noticed you were a little low on Alien guts, so I decided to share! Don't worry, I also stuffed some in your pocket!" How or when she did, that was hard to say, but yes. There were a few guts stuffed here and there in Frost's outfit. A big cheeky grin on her face before quickly hurrying off again, knowing she'd get her ass beat for this.

louise didn't really know what to expect from joker—nobody ever did except, maybe, the batman—but what came with destructive chaos and endless shenanigans came in the form of a psychotic clown. everyone in her squad was smart enough to create themselves a backdoor just to ensure they won't get caught in the explosion or crossfire or anything theatrical joker thought was simply and plainly funny.

this time killer frost wasn't fast enough to predict this madwoman just yet, but she could easily pick up joker's body heat when they stepped into her range. it was common knowledge at this point, just like what waller had said in their earpieces about their skill sets and joker couldn't resist the urge to test it out by reverse pickpocketing a metahuman with successful results. it must've happened when they were ambushed by brainiac's monstrosities, otherwise louise would've evaded their trickery with ease.

louise shrieks in disgust once the alien guts in her hand starts to writhe around wildly and freezes it solid before smashing it against the concrete floor. with her strength, she rips off her orange jacket in one rough pull until it falls on the ground. the purple slime was wet, warm and staining her white top all the way down to her prison sweats. most of her skin was too slick to the touch and it was all thanks to—

❝ JOKER! ❞ frost yells out furiously and shoots ice projectiles at them, each one close to impaling her but never landing due to their fast reflexes. ❝ YOU FUCKING COWARD! COME BACK HERE YOU GODDAMN—❞ it is cut short by a frustrated growl, the click of her heels, the metallic figure blades hitting the ice trails and surging forward to follow joker's taunting, maniacal laughter echoing in the distance.

[sparkingspider]

As a part of my new obsession with Persona 5, I have made a whole ass au for it and short fics have already been written.

Word Count: 1600+

Warnings: Blood, coarse language, brief mentioning of traumatic events.

A thunderous roar erupted from the throat of Masayoshi Shido, his burning red body flaring with an outright demonic aura.

“Woah! Something just spiked in him!” Futaba cried from within the safety of Prometheus. “Watch out guys, he’s gonna do something big!”

Immediately, Ren pointed his gun at his greatest foe, unloading his entire clip in a brief moment.

“To hell with that!” Ryuji hissed, pointing at Shido. “Let’s bring this asshole down!”

At his command, Seiten Taisei unleashed a column of lightning that struck Shido, Ann and Haru following suit with respective elemental blasts from Hecate and Milady.

Yuuki and Makoto followed with their own attacks, a barrage of watery blades from Coyote and a burst of ozone from Anat.

Sensing an opportunity, Yusuke dashed to the raging politician. “Kamu Susanoo!” He cried, his oni-like Persona manifesting behind him and slashing at his target.

Mirroring her companion, Hifumi charged forward with Eris, the angel adjacent Persona thrusting her lance towards Shido’s chest

Ice ran through the two Thieves’ veins as Shido deftly caught Susanoo’s blade in his right hand and Eris’ lance with his left, his roaring ceasing and his rage honed on the two like a lion cornering its prey.

“Enough games.” Was all Yusuke heard from him before a fist collided with his core, all air fleeing his lungs as he was sent flying from the foe.

“Fox!” Hifumi could only get out the single word before Shido unleashed a vicious kick to her jaw, blood gushing from her lips as she tumbled to the floor. A Tsudyne nearly spelled her end if not for the intervention of Morgana.

“Shit!” Ryuji swore. “He’s still got more in him?”

Ann’s breath quickened as she tended to Yusuke. “I can’t believe it. Even after all that, he’s only gotten stronger?”

Shido only glared at the Phantom Thieves as a response, his hands flowing with a dark purple energy. As he curled his hands into fists, a gasp was prompted from Futaba.

“Guys, brace for-“ The warning came too late as Shido’s fists slammed into the ground, rending the wooden floor and unleashing a shockwave of dark energy towards the Thieves.

Ryuji screamed as he was flung far away from the main floor in the courtroom, landing on his bad leg and curling into a ball. After the wave of pain ended, he looked up and scanned his fellow Thieves, all sprawled across the floor. Yusuke, Ann, Hifumi, Morgana, Haru, Yuuki, Makoto…

Eyes widening, Ryuji looked to the area of the blast, a massive ring of purple fire enclosing the area where they once fought. In the center stood an absolutely livid Shido, staring down a shaken Ren, alone and facing the monster of his past

Ryuji immediately rose to his feet, bad leg be damned, and ran as fast as he could to the ring of fire. “Joker! Ren!”

“Ren!” Came an equally desperate cry from Makoto, unleashing a Freidyne on the ring to no avail.

“Shit shit!” Futaba swore from her Persona, frantically typing away on her keyboard.

At the cries of his teammates, Ren looked back through the ring, his own eyes wide with shock. “Guys, are you-“

“NO MORE GAMES!” Shido roared as he sped towards Ren and socked him in the jaw, causing the teen to launch into the air.

“NO MORE DISTRACTIONS!” The enraged politician grabbed Ren’s leg and slammed him into the ground, his eyes narrowing mercilessly as he watched blood erupted from Ren’s forehead and mouth.

“THE MASSES OF THIS COUNTRY ARE NOTHING WITHOUT A STRONG LEADER!” Shido screamed as he rapidly threw blow after blow on the dazed body of the Phantom Thieves’ leader, slowly deepening a crater through his sheer strength. “AND I ALONE AM THAT STRENGTH! I ALONE HAVE THE STRENGTH OF BOTH WILL AND BODY TO LEAD JAPAN INTO THE IDEAL FUTURE! AND MY CAMPAIGN WILL BEGIN WITH THE DEFEAT OF YOU AND YOUR TROUPE OF ANTS!”

Ren’s body could only be slave to the torrent of pain that Shido unleashed on him, his mind flashing through blurred images of the past.

“Don’t stick your nose into the affairs of adults.”

“This school is my castle and a king can do whatever the hell he wants.”

“Art is merely a tool for profit, just as my students are tools for me.”

“Your pathetic group is just a dying fad. You’re not even going to last a year.”

“Of course my authority is absolute! Choices left in the hands of juveniles will only result in total ruin!”

“Money rules the world, it’s that simple. Just follow orders and maybe you’ll be fine.”

“I AM YOUR MOTHER! LISTEN TO ME!”

“Attain victory by any means necessary, even betrayal. That is the Okumura way.”

“I am the only one worthy to judge the scum of this world! My word is justice!”

In spite of the pain, Ren couldn’t help but build a growing rage towards these thoughts. How dare those damn adults try to control him, even in his death.

“Promise me this….take down Shido, for my sake.”

“….I’ll hold onto your glove, Goro.”

Ren’s eyes snapped open, in time to see Shido prepare one final finishing blow. Thinking fast, he cured out “Kaguya!”

The moon goddess formed above the two combatants in a burst of blue cinders, Shido’s vicious punch immediately reflecting back at him and causing the tyrannical Palace Ruler to get sent back.

Slowly, Ren got back up, a healing chant from Kaguya keeping his legs strong. Old blood continued to drip from his forehead, but he still stood, more resolute than ever.

“Joker!” Cried Ann.

“Joker-kun!” Came Haru’s scream.

“Leader, are you ok?!” Morgana wailed into the ring of fire.

Ren spat on the floor, painting the shards of wood in a splotch of crimson. Turning to his Thieves, he flashed them a bloody grin. “Never better.”

Turning to his tormentor, his grin widened as his silver eyes burned with righteous fury. “This ends here, Masayoshi Shido. The manipulation, the torment and the control. All of it, right here right now will be rent asunder by the Phantom Thieves of Hearts!”

“Smiles like that sicken me.” Shido snarled as he raised his arms. Ren only barely avoided the massive fiery Agidyne, dashing across the limited arena as blasts of every element whizzed around him.

“Come on Joker, end this deplorable plot!” Shouted Yusuke from outside the ring.

Ann quickly joined in. “Kick that fucker’s ass, Joker!”

“You heard them Joker!” Futaba exclaimed from the comms. “We may be unable to reach you but we’re still cheering you on ‘till the bitter end!”

Joker smiled as his Thieves cheered him on, the people in the world he cherished the most still with him even when separated by fire. “It’s time we enact our justice, Robin Hood!”

A resounding gasp came from the Phantom Thieves, even Shido’s anger wavering in the face of the stalwart archer suddenly being summoned by Joker.

“As you command, Trickster!” Robin Hood bellowed as an arrow of light came flying from his bow, Joker dashing behind the arrow with his knife drawn.

In spite of his shock, Shido caught the luminous arrow. “Useless tricks! I will not-“ His retort was quickly shut down as Joker grabbed the arrow with his free hand and shoved it into Shido’s shoulder, prompting a scream of pain from the tyrant.

A wild swing from Shido was swiftly avoided as Joker slashed at his legs, narrowly avoiding another punch and tagging him on the side of his face with a few shots from his pistol.

“Byakko!” The alabaster tiger let out a roar as it coated Shido’s leg in a sheet of ice, with Joker delivering a knee to his face before Shido could free himself.

“YOU WILL END HERE! I WILL SEE TO IT!” Shido cried, summoning a giant fist from the sky to squash his foe like an ant.

Joker smirked at Shido’s mistake. “Kaguya!” He cried, the moon goddess allowing him to take the massive power of the fist and redirect the force towards Shido.

The crimson tyrant let out a gasp as his legs began to wobble. Joker’s eyes widened at the opportunity. “Horus!”

The golden bird summoned a bolt of thunder, forcing Shido down to one knee. The tyrant’s eyes widened as he heard Joker cry “Athena Picaro!”

A powerful lance slammed into Shido’s core, almost knocking the tyrant out cold. Shido quickly shook his head to rid himself from any daze and rushed towards Joker.

“Arsene!” Joker cried, the deep laughter of his gentleman thief soon following. Arsene and Shido engaged in a brief clash, exchanging a barrage of kicks and punches respectively.

In spite of the abuse his body took, Shido’s frown gave way to manic laughter. “You can only do this for so long boy! This arsenal of misfits and false gods are nothing in the face of my might!”

Shido’s eyes widened when Arsene suddenly vanished, the momentum of his punches forcing him forward.

“You speak ill of falsehoods, yet you deceive the masses. You speak of leading, yet you led yourself astray. You speak only of your own strength, yet you have only used others to get this far.”

Floating above Shido, head in his hands, was the demonic visage of Loki. His usual grin was twisted into a dangerous scowl as his spear floated gently in the air.

“YOU KNOW NOTHING OF WHAT YOU SPEAK!” Shido spat back. “YOU ARE JUST THE LOST SOUL OF AN UNWANTED BRAT!”

Joker’s scowl harshened. “Finish it, Loki.” He said, walking away.

Shido let out a scream as he prepared to unleash one final against the leader of the Phantom Thieves, but he was stopped by a swift slash across the chest courtesy of Loki.

“Fall, Masayoshi Shido, Tyrant of Pride, Ruiner of the Paths of Youth. Fall to your wretched knees and let a better world form from the ashes of your defeat.”

Ren let out a deep sigh when he heard the man crash to the floor. Masayoshi Shido had been defeated.

[fyodorz]

Hello I saw your match up is open ! Could you match me up with Romance with the guys of persona 5 (Expect for Yusuke i view Yusuke a very close friend of mine :) thx )

And I just beginning with the general ones:

Full Name: Chiyo Feng (Her Father is Chinese and Mother is British but grow up in Japanese household)

Age: 18

Birthday: 7/30

Gender: Female , She/Her

Sexual: straight/Allay

Code name: Dove

Personality: she is very kind hearted person and very intelligent she plays all kind of games she find very interesting which usually where horror games or surviving games or if her friend told her to but she is also could be a book worm, usually she is very chill with everyone but only sits with her Close friend or with Yusuke, she Absolutely love the sun rise or sun sit the same goes with full moon, she loves to cook lunch's to her friends and talk about what she learned about in any book she reads more simple she is mix of Shinsetsu and Rakkanteki and Happo Bijin , Majime

Personas: Athena (Fire) , Aglaea (wind) , Elpis (bless) , Soteria (Ice)

Hair Color: light orange-ish blond hair ( if your confused it's like this FFFAB9 )

Hair length: It's reach her middle of her mid back length

Color Eyes: it's light mint green (E6FFD3)

Usually face Expression: her usual one is Just sleepy or lazy smile you could never Find her face with no smile or a gentle Expressions

Her outfit outside school: She usually wear aesthetic classic outfits nothing fancy much

Attends School: kosei

Metaverse outfit: it's hared to describe it so I will drop what is closet to it (https://pin.it/mbBM9SJ) like the white one but with slightly longer back/behind skirt and red in the skirt layers her hair is bride bun with some white feathers on her hair she also wears heels she doesn't have any problem with it even when running with it but it makes sound which sometimes make the shadows more Alarmed and she his a white dove mask

weapon: she his a white Scythe, the blade is bigger then it should be , but she seems to be very fine with it and can handle it very well and from the end of it some red roses attach to it

Some ability's: 

1-she Achieve with an ability to have boost that encores her speed and whether if she is Attacking on shadows or sprinting when she active the ability white father's comes form her sprint Figure and the makes a trays of it but it disappears after 20 mints being around in the floor

2-when she or her personas atk the shadow/Boss they leave red rose petals and when it's the shadow/Boss turn to strikes before that the roses petals disappears and the shadow/boss Attacks are now decrease because of it

3-like a feather if she falls form a very high place she falls slow not THAT slow but slow enough the gives her time to preparing to land gracefully to the floor surprisingly not the much pain

4-like joker she his a hook but its red

Weakness: Cruses Atk

Q&A:

(How long was she in Mateva ?

-5 years she stared when she was 13)

(Was she there when akechi awaking Loki?

-Sadly no, at the time she wasn't in Tokyo and was busy with her own life)

(Dose she have friends ?

- Yes ! Her closet Friends are Yusuke and Aya, she and Yusuke befriend him in there first year together while aya form childhood)

(How is the friendship between her and aya ?

-Aya is on more Tsundere side and will always try to push anyone out of her life but when its chiyo she stays quiet rather then push not wanting to lose someone who she calls her friend, but its more like love and playful hate friendship like sisters)

(And what about her And Yusuke?

-at first she was his muse but later on she became his friend mom Always worrying about him helping him around with everything, school work social life anything and everything! )

(Is there anything was important in chiyo past years ? 

- she was a famous ice dancer ! She won some of championships and competition she begin when she was 11 and ended it 15 Years old)

( I'm sorry if you couldn't understand it, my English isn't well :()

Hi lovey! Thanks for being patient with me and no worries on the bad English, you did perfectly and I could understand it!

I had trouble deciding between Ryuji and Mishima, but I think Ryuji would be the best choice for Chiyo!

From her birthday being 7/30, that means she's a Leo and Ryuji's birthday is 7/3, meaning he's a Cancer. Cancers and Leos have one of the best relationship compatibilities of the whole Western Zodiac, be it friendship or love! Sadly I can't go further than that because I don't know Ryuji's full chart. (I assume he was born in Tokyo and he seems like he was born in the afternoon, but I don't want to assume anything about Chiyo! If you do decide to give her a time of birth and a birth place, feel free to come back around and I'll give you a full reading!)

I think with Chiyo being a figure skater she's going to be quite athletic! So that's something that she and Ryuji can bond over! In the Strikers era, when Ryuji's gone to rehab for his leg Chiyo can take him figure skating and they can have a little date doing that together! It'd be especially amusing in Mariko's Jail since it's all ice. I think it would also be cute if Chiyo in general got back into figure skating, because Ryuji absolutely would be extremely supportive of that and go to all her competitions to cheer her on!

Chiyo's personality in general also just meshes really well with Ryuji. With her being serious, that can help Ryuji's laid back attitude. I don't see her as much of a serious person as Makoto, which will definitely help with Ryuji's overall attitude towards doing things such as studying and also won't just, turn him off in general towards hanging out with her, even if it's for studying. Her cheerful personality will also just mesh very well since Ryuji's so easy going and happy generally. He can also teach her to not be as much of a people pleaser, so that she doesn't have to constantly deal with the guilt of telling people no and whatnot.

So! Overall, Ryuji would likely be the best match for Chiyo. I hope this match up was satisfactory! Thank you so much for your ask!

[melting-morning-blues]

forget kinning kiri. maybe i kin ice blade joker cuz my puns are so lame and cold 😭☺️