#in conclusion: i need her to beat up and scare the shit out of batman

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this was a hit on discord and i wanna do original posts more SO

i think rose and her emotions. are very hard to understand and i think it's purposeful? she has a lot of bravado and over-confidence and snark she usually uses to mask her emotions. she's not very emotionally vulnerable, period, because most of her emotions are masked. uhhh i always cite tt03 77-78 for rose and emotions, because the ones we see there the most are love, anger, and fear, so those are the emotions i usually associate with her.

that being said. as someone with anger issues, anger is the easiest emotion to feel. scared? not anymore, now you're angry, and you're the scary thing when you're angry and you can protect yourself without locking up when you're angry. as for love, that's really her driving emotion for most things, i think. because she's always loved deeply and been very loyal to the people she loves.

so i think rose having anger, even if she's emotionally matured at this point, is important. like, maybe she doesn't use it to mask fear and isn't so quick to use it as a uh mechanism? idk if it's coping mechanism or what but. idk you get what i'm trying to say. i think it'd be neat if she learned to channel it from something explosive into something cold. becoming more in touch with her emotions and using them as a tool?

well. okay i worded that wrong. she's always used her emotions as a tool, esp her anger, but always in a way to uh protect herself? i don't think she sees emotions as a weakness so much as she just, has trust issues and so she doesn't show emotions to people she doesn't trust lol. cause she shows emotions to slade, even, because despite everything some part of her does trust him.

but yeah, if we're being told that her and jason are in a long term committed relationship at this point, it makes sense for her to be more open. i do wish there was a bit more anger mixed in with the fear and love we've seen -- just not necessarily how we've seen rose get angry before. like. i need cold anger that boils over and is terrifying to witness.

the kind of anger that usually isn’t shown but is still very much there and used as a honing mechanism instead of a weapon itself. the kind of anger that can snap and become explosive, which is much more terrifying than constant explosive anger, because u’ve only ever seen it controlled. a cold and calculated anger.

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Could you possibly do one where Mari/Mari and marine is/are the daughter/son of the joker?

I actually planned quite a lot for this after you asked but could never get my thoughts to make something comprehensive so I give up here's what I got!:

-Twins are Joker and Harleys kids born before the two split up(and so help me they will split up this story needs gay aunt Ivy)

-As you might know, these two clowns have another kid; Lucy. Harley left Lucy with her sister when she was born. In canon, she thinks Harley is her aunt but I would say in this fic she learned the truth when the twins were also dropped off.

-So the twins grew up in Gotham with their aunt and big sister knowing full well who their parents are; as such they make the responsible choice to suppress every part of themselves that resembles them and constantly dye their hair in an effort to avoid looking like them. You know healthy coping mechanisms. -

-Naturally, Marinette has brown hair with blue eyes and Marion blonde with brown eyes.

-Their personalities are a bit different from Mismatch. 

-Marion is still a trickster and a trouble maker but this time around has Marinette fully involved and responsible for his shenanigans. He has a bit of a habit of talking to himself(or singing random phrases), sometimes in the third person; he hates when he does, so Marinette always tells him off. He’s always gets the impulse of dying his hair outlandish colors and will vehemently deny his favorite color is green.

- Marinette is crafty, both figuratively and literally. She’s smart, her mother is a doctor after all she can be manipulative to people that arent her(close) family to protect the ones she cares about. She has a deep-seated fear of becoming a trophy, an object to be put on display like her mother and so dresses the opposite and pushes away her love for fashion.

-They will always call each other Mari but if someone else tries they both answer its a nickname they strictly use for each other.

-In a world where Gotham exists it makes absolutely no sense that Gabriel wouldn't start his reign as Hawkmoth in Gotham(the place with the most negative emotions like geez) so that works out perfectly for the twins becoming heroes(Adrien can move to Gotham or be left in Paris to be kept safe your choice)

-Instead of the twins proving themselves by helping an old man up off the street they go a step further is beating up the thugs that try to rob him(all Fu’s set up of course). When they come home to find two mysterious boxes on their beds they make the only rational conclusion children of the joker would; it’s a bomb!

-Not wanting to get the police involved for obvious reasons they find the security footage(which gets the police involved in a different way) and start tracking down fu to see why he’s trying to kill him.

-And as you may recall at this point in canon Ladybug and Chat Noir are defeating an Akuma, well they're not here they’re off to beat up an old man so thats Batman’s job for the time being.

-The twins get caught up in the fight as civilians and are saved by Batman who immediately recognizes them(you don't think Batman has case files on all of Jokers hellspawn?) so that’s gonna be a problem later but never mind that for now~

-The twins track down Fu, who is wondering why they aren’t out fighting the Akuma. Long story short Fu comes back to the house with them and proves they aren't bombs giving them the miraculous.

-I’m a bit indecisive on the names. I thought Marinette would be Red Bug and Marion Black Cat(yes I know that names already taken I don’t care). But I thought Crimson Bug would work better because then their names would start with the same letters. Then I wanted alliteration like Black Bug and Crimson Cat but that obviously doesn't make any sense since Chats color is green not red-- then I realized it would be completely in character for them to call themselves that confusing everyone in the process so no one quite sure whos name is who(if you wanna write it go with whatever I just thought it could be funny)

-As for costumes Marinette's probably wouldn't be skin tight because deep down she really doesn't want to look like that but more practical armor or less form-fitting at least. Marion's hair turns green when he transforms something he freaks out about and Marinette's turns red(glowing or not either would look cool)

-So anyway they go off to defeat the akuma blah blah blah Batman seeing these two young untrained superheroes can only think of one thing: I have to adopt them. So that’s gonna be fun!

-Anyway they go back home trying to be sneaky and immediately get caught by Lucy: ”Don’t tell Aunty!”-- ”Oh I already know” (her names Delia by the way)

- So now the twins get a support system and a family that will look out for them unbelievable right? This support system immediately threatens Fu making sure he actually trains them and doesn't just set them loose on Gotham.

Anyway that's the end of my semi-cohesive plan and here's a vague outline for the fic:

1. Becoming ladybug and chat noir setting up adoption, and school(Bruce invites them to Gotham academy to keep an eye on the jokers children)

2. First day at school setting up Artemis(and by extension young justice), and own passions, Adrien is also at this school now so Marinette falls, Jason finds out falling in love with Marion

3. Becoming friends with Artemis, convinces them to give their passions a try, Marion runs from hood, some let me adopt you stuff also Jason's spite for Cat Noir

4. Skip a bit of time a few months or so, young justice need help Artemis suggest mari and mari, Marinette has a smackdown with batman about their heritage, at odds with young justice Artemis comes to their defense. Young Justice have an ‘oh’ realization on the job when Marion sings a lullaby to a scared child, now the young justice form the mari and mari protection squad

5. Doing ladybug and cat stuff batman approaches them again this time luring them into adoption with a partnership on finding hawkmoth, Red Hood and cat fight. Marion comes back all huffy and there's a scene with Lucy this time comforting them, Marion goes out to get air runs into hood marion bristles stirring Jason to meet him as a civilian, class come to visit, at odds with lila

6. Doing well at school even made a few friends when the Paris class come to visit completely under lila’s control, lila tries to slander the twins for not worshiping her only to out herself when she tells everyone they laughed at her(the twins never laugh), Jason also drops by further discrediting her, lila tries to throw their heritage in their face but they get support openly working with heroes as civilians, this little section ends quite happily with them being sort of accepted at school and batman tolerating their existence for not attacking the person who tried to make their life miserable

7. Time skip few years out of high school now, ladybug and cat are working well with gothams vigilantes widely considered part of the batfam even if no one knows each other's identities. As mari and mari they are doing good work mainly outside of gotham. Marinette is starting a fashion boutique with a little financial help from Wayne enterprises she also does costume design for heroes and villains, villains mainly because she can't stand their current outfits. Marion quite likes his music but isn't sure how he will feel in the public eye is great friends with Jason and the skip picks up with them officially starting to go out identities unknown. They are still hesitant about their identities in civilian life Marinette starting her business under a false name and Marion cant start his because of his heritage. Jason officially has to admit they are going out to the family is met with grilling by aunt and sister, joy by harley once she tries giving them sex advice they leave, his brothers tease and both are tense about Bruces reaction but he begrudgingly accepts. Are out as ladybug and Cat still snippy with hood but it’s not as bad they are closing in on hawkmoth. Go to hang out with young justice as well they aren't well-liked in Gotham but they’re fine with that(not really)

8. NOW things can go to shit joker finally has enough of them deciding to get a hold of them but I think it should be as ladybug and chat revealing their identities to the world. The twins are terrified rightfully so. Get saved now it’s weird between hood and marion, marion feeling betrayed Jason knew who he was and knew who his father was but still decided to date him and he just can't understand why. Adrien was so scared for Marinette and now they both have to work out why. Gotham is at odds the heroes they admire are born from a villain they fear. Bats are a bit weird feeling like they were tricked while also kind of acknowledging the twins are good people

9. Harassed in their everyday life now the twins go to young justice where they get met with awe for being established independent heros, bats there are acting weird but the twins say something to shift perspective leaving to let them mull on it. Jason tries to apologise saying he doesn't see Marion like that blah blah Marion has a breakdown asking how he can be anything but a villain. Marinette's having whiplash going from loved to hated and still dealing with the trauma of seeing her father. They snap. In public a big ol scene and they get akumatised everyone sees it, it’s on tv. Hawkmoth comes out to get their miraculous the batfam can’t beat him. He’s monolouging probing at their deepest fears when they snap back to reality realizing none of it’s true every part of them has worked to be good people and they are they don't hand over their miraculous beating the akumatizaton and beating hawkmoth while akumatised.

10. They are released from the hospital a few days later, getting hesitant recognition on the streets. It's not thunderous applause but it is something. Their family comes to pick them up, Adrien is crying to Marinette about not scaring him like that(her family took him in when Gabriel was revealed). Marion gets picked up by Jason they patch things over. They get accepted into the batfam and work as ladybug and cat for everything. Marion decides to start playing music and Marinette reveals her face to her fashion brand.

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Is that a hickey? —Jason Todd x Reader

SUMMARY: Red Hood saves Reader, who is a civilian trapped in the middle of a “situation” that involves major superheroes; something big enough that makes Reader’s friends think she might not make it. And well, they assume an experience like that might scare Reader, but she seems happier and relaxed – and wait, is that a hickey?

Word Count: 2850

They think you should be pretty scarred. Liam is the one that alerts the group, the rest; there’s been an incident in one of the main streets and you were stucked/trapped in the middle, with a few other civilians. They assume it’s pretty serious since some of the Titans, Batman, his Robins and Nightwing get involved. Hell, even Red Hood does, and he’s more of an ambivalent figure nowadays. They are sincerely worried about you and don’t rest: they text, they try to call you, but all you send are short answers and sentences don’t sound much like you. At one point you don’t even answer, and after a blast, they think the worse. Gotham can be terrifying like that, everyone knows, they just didn’t think it could happen to someone so close, so dear.

It’s 7pm and you finally write back. You are in your dorms already, exhausted and just a bit scared. But you sound fine when one of them calls you, they wish you goodnight.

Then you change, and they don’t know why you are so happy. Is that one of those defense mechanisms people talk about? They assume that must be it: you are hurting, you are scared, but if they have to be honest, you are hiding it pretty well.

Nobody knows.

They let you go early because you say you are uncomfortable when light goes out, and that’s a truth: you were stuck under debris and hidden with a smaller girl for hours in a tiny place, hoping that they wouldn’t catch you, the alley where you are hiding wouldn’t be affected by the blasts, the shots, and it was claustrophobic. You associate darkness to anxiety now, and even if it’s mild, you know it can get much worse now: specially when you wake up in the night and every light is out, you are engulfed by absolute darkness and-

—Hey gorgeous, you in?—. He swiftly enters your window, knocking over but saving some papers. He takes a look at them—. The Golden Notebook and its consequences in-?

—That’s private, you jerk. Don’t be so nosy, specially when you come this late—. You reprimand him, but he knows it’s not wholeheartedly. He smirks, getting close to you. There’s a hint of panic in your eyes for a second. You are flustered—. Actually, why not? Give it a look. I have to turn it in in two days. I’m actually not sure about the conclusion, it’s a bit chaotic.

You push the paper in his hands almost, and while he smirks, he doesn’t fight it, doesn’t bite you because you are turning red against your table. You feign you are searching for something, ordering things: but actually you are now more nervous about him reading your paper, something so disorganized, embarassing. You left a bit of your soul every time you wrote something, be it academically or not.

—Actually you don’t have to-

—Shh.

You open your mouth, stare at him in disbelief and feign being offended.

—Are you shushing me?

—Sh. I’m on page three.

You bite your nail and move in the room. It’s not very big, but it’s comfortable enough, familiar enough to make you feel safe with the dim lights. While he reads, you get closer to the window and shut it, pull down the binds: you don’t want the darkness getting in, suffocating you. The room has a soft orange look, and the red on him does look good: very professional but badass at the same time. It’s not like Batman, it’s-it’s him, you suppose. The more pages he turns, the more nervous you get; especially when he has to go back a page and you make the move to take it off him, but he escapes you. Clicking your tongue, you give up and sit next to him while he reads, laying down and hugging a pillow as if waiting for the final conclusion. One that gets you more and more nervous.

And why is Red Hood in your bedroom reading your essay, you may ask? Well, he saved you. Well, correction: he saved the girl you were holding onto, passed it to him as a blast came near you and everything exploded. You protected her through everything and when he made the attempt to take you both off the place you were hiding something caught you. And your first instinct had been shoving the girl into his arms and running, distracting whomever had been aiming at you, red laser on your chest. And that was fucking stupid (“crazy” he called it after with a smile), you know it, but you had merely acted on instinct.

And when you thought you were done for, he had literally sweept you off your feet. Your eyes had only opened once you had felt a floor under your feet again: but it had been such an adrenline rush.

—You are crazy. That could have been your moment, kid, you know?

—Not a kid. And sure, but it wasn’t – I mean, uh, thank you—. You had changed your snarky and sarcastic tone once you had fully realized he had saved you. And he noticed, with a smile that made your heart beat faster—. W-Where’s the kid?

—Safe. You should stay here, though; I don’t think you should move in case someone sees you. I’ll come later for you, okay? Don’t text too much, they might caught you. Just-don’t make it known you are here.

You had been comfortable enough for a couple of minutes, but as the shots got stronger, and the combat longer, your nervousness increased whenever there was a long silence. They would make it, right? They were the Titans and the Batfamily. Or however they were called. Thing is that even then, you did not move from your place. Red Hood had ordered you to stay where you were, and you had obediently followed. He knew about these kind of events, he was a fighter and you admired him: he remembered you somehow of Russian heroes, anti-heroes; the realists characters that they created. He seemed to you a little bit like that.

. . .

—… Your writing is really good—. He finally says, turning you in back to the present. Right! The essay. You bite your nail again, arching an eyebrow with a skeptical face—. Hey, I read and this is good. I mean, sure it’s an academic investigation and work but it’s really well written. For me it’s an “A” plus.

You roll your eyes, but smile at him nonetheless. Wasn’t he a cute thing? The copy of the paper has some red corrections, of your own making, but Jason explains how some of them are not necessary and seem to be more picky than what they need to. And he’s actually right; at least in a couple of cases. His voice is serious and he seems to be really interested in what he’s talking about which is something that… Interests you. You smile.

—Soooo, can I finally kiss you or you want me taking a look at some other paper while you deal with your strange embarassment?

—Oh shut up. I’m not embarassed… And if I were, I would be rightfully so.

Why? He had kiss you. Well, you had basically throw yourself on him when he had appeared. And the adrenaline rush, the high of winning, the need to hold onto something real had probably made him kiss you. And shit, every girl has fantasized with kissing Nightwing, maybe even Batman at some point, but he kisses like there’s no tomorrow, like you are all he has, and there’s been no one before that has made you feel that way. You reciprocate: you take his lips, his face when he has taken off half of his mask and you want-you want-want…

—Jason—. He had murmured biting your upper lip, making you whimper, press your knees together. He had loved that. After-winning sex was the best of them all, he knew because of experience.

—What?

—The name’s Jason. Moan it.

And you did. You had done so. You cover your face in your sheets as he lays next to you in the bed. He laughs, probably knowing what you are thinking about. And… To be honest, it has been easy knowing Jason Todd; you knew he wasn’t a celebrity exactly, but he was an urban legend among the poor kids in Gotham, the bad neighborhoods who aspired to be kind of like him. You grew with those same kids, hearing stories of him, of his death! He had opened up easily enough with you, which surprised him (not you, you didn’t know how fucked up he felt he really was, how bad he thought of himself – at least not yet) and you had done it back. In mere weeks, a month, you were closer than even some of your own friends. He knew things you hadn’t told anyone about.

And then the kisses start. The makeout sessions, the occasionally and very special times where you let him sleep with you. Just sleep. You were not stupid and wouldn’t do anything so soon. It seemed too rush.

But that doesn’t stop Jason from giving you hickeys. Biting into your skin seems like his new hobby whenever he is around, which is pretty much always now: you skip some classes (not always, just some mornings, some evenings so that he can stay longer); you cancel hangouts with your friends (you play with Jason and laugh way more with him you notice) from time to time and even reject dates. It’s not like you are falling for him but… You pretty much are.

He reads. He reads! He can quote Shakespeare and Wordsworth (because the first one is too overrated and he needs some more tricks in his sleeve); he snoozes off everywhere in your room, and learn pretty quick that whenever. Yes, he can be up in action for long periods of time, but stakeouts don’t seem to be his thing. On a rough night, he hasn’t sleep in twenty-four hours, he naps on your shoulder when you are waiting for your fries. And then again he does in the bus. You laugh at him just like he does at you once he learns that you pretty much do the same in classes and in your own room: he has recorded you snoozing off and almost falling off your own chair. And fuck that was embarassing, but it made you laugh for at least twenty solid minutes.

So then your friends notice. Liam catches on the first, being as close as he was with you; but apparently not anymore. You’ve been blowing him off a couple of times, and something in your room takes much more time than socializing: what is it? A boyfriend, a hookup you can’t stop doing it with? He’s not jealous, but he thought you two might have been a thing in the future. You were at least in the past, had kissed for New Years, but now… Now you are playing pool with your group of friends, and a hickey is peeking out of the border of your shirt.

It’s white, and he wonders how can you be so casual with those things: you want to show off you’ve been getting some? Your lips are slightly puffy, they have been bitten; your neck seems to be covered in hickeys, but the scarf that you are wearing (saying Gotham was getting colder and colder) prevents the rest from wondering, covers them up pretty quickly… The thing that really irks him is when you are bending in the table, aiming at the white ball, and your shirt riles up: there’s some pretty dark marks on your hips, and it’s impossible to not know.

Specially now, when everyone is getting the signs: you are much happier, a bit absent at times, but much more socializing in class, open to new things; talking with guys doesn’t bother you as much (you weren’t shy, but they intimidated you at times) and you have even joined the club you’ve always longed to be in, and of course you got in. Who wouldn’t want you?

. . .

Jason is good for you. You get to that conclusion when he’s lazily leaving pecks in your cheeks and forehead from time to time. It’s Sunday, and he has arrived two hours ago: you hug him like that will make him stay, even if you know you have things to do, and he will probably go again in the night. But it’s alright.

For now, at least, it is.

—Sorry—. You mutter when your phone goes off, full sound on. You take it, give your back to him where he’s leaving small kisses in your neck. You have to resist a happy sigh, and make him know with a caress on his hand you guide onto your hip. He likes it—. Yeah, hey. Oh. Fuck, sure, uhm-

You get up, and Jason knows something’s wrong because her heart rate slightly picks up and he seems to enter in a bit of a panic. It’s not like when you wake up in the middle of the night (few things can apparently scare you, but complete darkness terrifies you), but something has clearly disturbed you. He doesn’t want to pry though; it’s not considerate, and he has tried to be so these months with you. He resisted the urge to dig into your life.

—Okay. Yeah. I’ll ask… Him. Yeah, it’s a him, you idiot. Bye, yes—. You sigh, turning off your prhone so that you don’t get more calls like that. It’s not like you work or have anything to do on a Sunday. At least not things that are matters of life and death, which is your priority filter today—. So… My friends were wondering who has been keeping me busy all this time. They feel a bit… Left aside. Like I’m distant, which is probably true and my fault, but- —. Jason stops you, caressing the small of your back, which almost makes you purr: you love that, he makes your worries melt. The next thing that comes out of your mouth it’s surprisingly easy for her thanks to that—. They want to meet you. No pressure. We don’t have to put on labels or anything, really. I wouldn’t ask that of you.

You haven’t defined what you have. Both of you aren’t seeing other people, you know that much – but does that make you a monogamous couple? You are not sure. Jason stares at you with a look that can’t be described, won’t be described: a closed book, truly. That makes you nervous, but when you squirm on your bed, he’s quick to answeer, catch on.

—I would like that. It’s just that... I don’t-I don’t know how to “hang out” with people—. He’s vulnerable. Apart from the Titans, his family, he’s never had a close friend to rely on. You are the closest to it. You and Roy, of course. You careess his cheek, fall into bed again with him hugging your waist—. We have a-a good thing. Truly. I don’t want to fuck it up.

It hurts you to see him like that. He thinks of himself as a bomb that will tick off at any moment, that will take you and destroy you at any given time. He worries about it enough that he thinks of your friends as priorities in your life, people he has to impress and that he won’t because he’s not good enough.

You kiss him long and full wholeheartedly. God, you won’t say it, but you feel it almost bursting out of your mouth when he’s hurt like that, has been hurt by so many people.

—You just have to be you. You are charming and intelligent: you are good, Jason. I know-I know what you’ll say about the bad things you’ve done, but you are trying. You have a moral ruling of your own, and you won’t hurt me. Not them. You are a good thing in my lif and-and it will probably be just a game of darts or pool. You can even show off and impress everyone in the fucking bar. I know you like it when you are seen, Jason… And I see you just how you are. I like it, I promise.

He smiles, and you feel hurt heart clench when you see him touched. He won’t cry, won’t allow himself to be like that, but you can feel it when he kisses you, and you cry for him. You are that stupid sometimes, that emotional, and he l- you for it.

(He won’t say it either. Not yet at least).

—Okay. I’ll go.

A/N: I think there could be a part two, but I don’t believe its necessary. Anyways, I can’t stop thinking about Jason Todd – he’s an angry sinnamon roll that must be protected. AND HE LIKES LITERATURE. He’s perfect.

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Bio! Dad Strange part 3

Marinette, she had no idea how this happened, she swore, somehow got lost in gotham during an Arkham jailbreak. All she knew was one minute she was talking to Uncle Ed and then the next there was explosions and then she was... wherever she was.

Apparently Two-Face recognized her on the streets and grabbed her... only she didnt know him.

Her response was to flip him over her tiny shoulder and flee with a vengence. Guess which member of the batfam saw?

If you guessed Tim before he became a Robin because Dick was still Robin—albeit in charge of the Titans and not in Gotham at the time.

Tim did the reasonable thing and somehow convinced the freaked out french girl to go into a cafe while they called her parents.

Two-Face, convinced that tiny Tim kidnapped tiny Marinette and somehow his family would hurt tiny Marinette. Which given that she has how many Rogues around her little finger—Strange, Joker, Quinn, Ivy, Riddler, Penguin AND Zsasz. He did a coin flip to see if he should save her from being in the public eye and possibly expose her family. The coin was in favor of keeping Marinette from being on the news with pictures.

Two-Face decided it was safer to kidnap her from said public place and bring her to Ivy and Harley.

So he grabbed mutliple machine guns, raided the cafe and threw tiny Marinette over his shoulder and sent out shots at abyone that tried to get near them. He wasnt dying becuase of this kid, ok?

Of course said kid is super-powered, terrified, and did i mention its sunny out so her treatments are wearing out faster? No, well they are. This means everything is much scarier and louder and overwhelming that bwing thrown over a stranger that shot at people should be in any situation.

Tiny Tim is very scared for her. He finds Batman and alerts him to the tiny foreigner’s kidnapping—nearly getting killed by Mr. Freeze in the process to boot.

Batman is angry for many reasons, manages to take down Mr. Freeze and tells Gordon to be on alert for Two-Face who kidnapped a tiny french girl.

Only it gets worse.

Superman saw what was going on in Gotham and went to help out—his freind was dealing with a mass prison break of very dangerous criminals, why wouldnt he help?

And on hearing a tiny kid that freaked out in french was in danger? Well, what was he supposed to do Bruce? Ignore her?

He sent Conner after her while he helped out with a number of distrubed individuals, including a pyromaniac (firefly).

Conner manages to track down the pair on his own and almost loses it when he sees tiny Marinette kick Two-Face hard enough he falls down and the girl bolts a lot faster than a normal kid should. He comms in that the girl is a scared foriegn meta, and requests backup.

Kidflash is the one who answers, and takes care of Twoface while Conner tries to track down a terrifed tiny meta that screams in french.

Conner sees her running to a greenhouse and follows her in. Especially as the tiny girl jumped a lot higher than she should and it felt too familiar for comfort.

He manages to sneak in, followed by Kidflash, and they have an ‘oh shit’ moment when they see the scared girl run to a younger Poison Ivy with brown hair, crying. This teen holding a crying child is Rose.

Rose is visibly pissed. “Do you want me to kill him? J called dibs on his brother this time and Harley’s aiming for Tetch after last week.”

Tiny marinette shakes her head and delivers the best line for the young justice members, but worst for a baby Rogue.

“I dont want him to die, i just want him to stop hurting people.”

*remember, she is Jill in Gotham.

“Jilly bean, the world isnt nice. If it was, then batsy wouldnt have dropped me onto an ecoterrorist when i was a week old, and i would be allowed to leave the greenhouse. You wouldnt need to have nearly as many aliases as you do. You can try to make it nice in a lot of ways. I’m happy to handle extermination sicne thats the only thing i have shot at besides the rkc.”

Tiny marinette is frowning. “But then the world wins. I want to beat the world, not lose by being like it.”

Conner is (understandably) confused. Kidflash is processing that oh fuck. This is a meta raised by villians. And another meta raised by villians and goddamnit batman, why did you give a villian a baby? (He didnt. He gave ivy a ten year old. He thought she was her kid and she was raising her or something.)

Tiny Marinette is not happy with Rose’s conclusions.

“Can we call Ghoul and Frost? Maybe they can help with their dads?”

“And why not Puzzles?”

“He has asthma and he cant dodge.”

Rose considers for a moment before nodding. She grabs a plant and talks into it. “Ghoul, Frost, i need you at HQ. Someone has to reign in our dumbass parents. Bring the nuetralizers and tranqs.”

A voice came from another flower. “Should we have zsasz come with?”

“No! He’ll switch sides again!” Marinette yelled.

“Oh. Nets, what the hell are you doing at HQ?”

“Two-Face stole me. I ran.”

“Well, Fuck. Be there in five. Uh, how are your treatments holding?”

“She’s getting lighter. Might want to break out the rocks again.”

“Double fuck. Ill force Frost out of lab. Be there in a few—any crews to aviod or...”

“If they have a green arm band dont give them the fear toxin fixes, and Jerimah’s cult is back,” Marinette added.

“Fuck me up why dont you Gotham!” Ghoul cursed.

“Hey, she’s a kid!” Rose snapped

“Im older than you though!” Marientte chirped.

Conner had a lot to process with this information. Kidflash put together that they were applarently going to try to help the gothamites rather than the rogues, and decided they should leave and focus on helping the others.

Given that Marinette didnt catch the pair (she was still trying to focus on near things) she doesnt know that anyone but Batman and maybe Batgirl is fighting.

So she doesnt hide her abilities, flying at low levels to aviod Batman’s attention. But Kidflash and Batman see her and have a Moment of ‘which of us is telling Superman he might have another clone?’

Marinette, oblivious to this, is seen beside Jason Todd giving people Fear Toxin Antidote and Joker Gas Nuetralizer. Marinette is getting and distributing the antidotes. Jason Todd is making sure she doesnt die by wielding his baseball bat and riding his bike while she flies.

The day ends with most going back to Arkham and Marinette and Jason hiding from heroes for obvious reasons—including a teen and small child ignoring evacuation orders and avoiding GCPS.

Batman is aware of Marinette’s existence as “Jill” and “Nets” and that she helps a group of Rogue’s children that are content to undercut their parents crime. And now he knows Rose is either mcuh younger than he thought when he gave her (he thought brought her back home to) Poison Ivy. And is feeling guiltyTM

If you thought he was having a case of Serial Adopter Bruce Wayne, you are correct. He is now actively looking for these kids and where they are hiding since they moved post-breakout.

Zsasz is only slightly disappointed that Marinette didnt kill Two-Face. Jerome thinks its great and somehow convinces him to apoligize to her by offering to make up a number of contracts between rogues and the gotham underground in general to make things more organized so she and other rogue kids have a safe way of handling situations like that in the future.

Why dies JEROME of all people think this up and not Eddy or Riddler? The answer is he stole the idea from them, gave them no credit, and yes, is doing this as an attempt to score a few extra of marinette’s cookies. He has no shame in this, and riddler hates sweets so he isnt mad. Ed is too busy teaching Marinette Science to realize what happened until long after it did.

This puts Marinette and the RKC in a very odd position. Not only is The Batman trying to find them now, but they have to handle the Rogues trying to baby them. Ghoul and Frost are almost an adults, most people think Rose is almost an adult when irl she’s 5, and yes, Marinette is very much now Gotham Underground’s Princess as the Council is basically set up to ensure her safety.

Marinette knows none of this, as she is small child that just wants to cuddle her stuffed kitty Chaton and sleep on her Father (Strange) while he finishes up in his lab. She does this.

Mr. Freeze and Scarecrow got pictures. They use these to insert themselves in the Teach the Kids Science and Dangerous ThingsTM.

At one point marientte learns how to diassemble a bomb, reassemble one, and diffuse various bombs.

Riddler starts to use bombs more when she’s around to help her practice. Batman is confused as that is Not his usual M.O. Robin/ Dick gets called in and thigns get messy for the Batfam dynamics (he saw the research on the RKC and is pissed that He Was Right! Ivy Didnt Have Rose! and then saw plans for new batkids and reacted BadlyTM due to Teen AngstTM).

The summer ends with Batman having a bad fallout with Robin, Marinette thinking No One knows she’s kyptonian. When Conner suspects, Batman and Kidflash put two and two together, and no one has told Superman yet because um. Well.

They need the girl as proof and would rather not send Clark into another spiral about havig kids he wasnt aware of, ok? He just got decent with Conner. No need to rock the boat, right? (Wrong)

[forever-rogue]

Always You

A/N: So here is my response to that anon challenge! Consider it my birthday present to all of you guys for always being here and supporting me! Happy birthday to all of us! The dialogue prompts are listed below. Enjoy!! xx

6. “You are actually Satan, oh my god.”

8. “Wow, I am so in love with you… just wow.”

13. “Because I’m Batman? Duh?”

30. “You’re allowed to be happy, y’know.”

68. “If you tell anybody, no one will find your remains.”

69. “C’mon give me a chance!”

78. “Shit, that’s a lot of blood…”

87. “Do you miss her?”

100. “Didn’t know you wanted to get into my pants that badly.”

Pairing: Roger Taylor (can be read as Ben!Roger) x Reader

Warnings: Language, Innuendo (?)

Word Count: 3.3k

MASTERLIST

Y/N sat on the couch quietly, staring at the television set, not paying attention to the movie that was playing. She'd even it a thousand times already, but the wanted the noise. Otherwise it would be too quiet and she'd get even further into her own thoughts. And that wasn’t a place she was eager to go to.

She had been sitting there, frozen with sadness, anger, and worry for several hours, crying silently to herself. She had just gotten home from breaking up her scumbag of a boyfriend, who had not only cheated on her, but left her with a pregnancy scare to deal with all by herself - she had refused to tell anyone. 

And when she had confronted him about cheating on her, suddenly it became her fault. It’s because you never loved me - you’re still in love with that Roger Taylor. He hadn’t been wrong. But it still wasn’t right for him to cheat. 

"Y/N?" she closed her eyes, dabbing at the few remaining tears as the sound of her name off Roger's tongue brought her back into reality. She had hoped to avoid him, or at least not let him see her in this sorry state “hey, pretty girl, what’s going on?”

"Hi," she croaked out, slowly opening her own eyes up, meeting Roger's. Her throat felt dry and scratchy from her crying. She hadn’t muttered so much as a word in hours, "how long have you been home?"

"About ten minutes. I've been trying to get your attention...but you just...what happened, love?" he asked, making quick work of going into the kitchen and grabbing her a glass of water. She gratefully took the glass and downed it, glad for the relief on her parched throat. She set the emptied glass down and sighed, laying back against the couch with a heavy heart.

Roger watched her, eyes scanning over her slightly trembling body, a small trashcan next to her. He stood up and glanced at it. There were several boxes from the pregnancy tests she had taken and bloody tissues covering the surface “shit, that’s a lot of blood…”

"It's from my nose. Don’t worry, no one got in fight. Although I should have clocked that idiot," she said, following his eyes, knowing he'd discover the inevitable. She had hoped to avoid it but knowing Roger, he wouldn't drop it, "I gave myself a nosebleed from crying too much. Nothing to fret over. Happy now?"

"No, absolutely not. I'm not happy seeing my best friend like this," he sighed as he plopped on the couch next to her. His eyes fell on the small stick on the table. The lump in this throat rose and he was barely able to swallow it, "that's a pregnancy test."

"Yes," it hadn't been a question, a statement rather. 

"Are you...please don’t tell me you’re pregnant,” his voice was barely avoid a whisper as he waited with baited breath for her response, “I think I’d have to go and kill him if you were.”

"No," she answered quickly. The idea that she could have been pregnant by her awful now ex-boyfriend had been hard enough, "thankfully, I'm not. We can all breathe easy.”

"Thank God," he sighed as he leaned back on the couch. Roger didn't know if he had ever hated anyone more than Y/N's latest boyfriend...or any of her boyfriends. 

Not only was he completely in love with her, but he had to see her with a man that treated her like garbage. He had eagerly encouraged her to break up with him, even offering to go and beat the shit out of him. But Y/N had told him not to, claiming it was her own battle, “I don’t know what I would have done if you were...”

“How do you think I feel?” she made a sound somewhere between a snort and saddened laughter.

He had been encouraged her to break up with him since they had been together. At first Y/N was annoyed that Roger, her best friend for over a decade, had been so unsupportive, but over time, she understand where he was coming from. She wished she'd never dated him. She wished it had been Roger. But for some reason, she could never bring herself to confess her feelings to him. Things would have been so much easier that way. But she always stopped herself -besides, it wasn't like he'd ever love her back. He was Roger Taylor after all and she was just the best friend.

"I hated that wanker from the moment I laid eyes on him," Roger stated firmly, gently putting his arm around Y/N, "you should have never dated him. That was a huge mistake."

“You are actually Satan, oh my god," she looked at him with misty eyes and a heartbroken expression on her face. He was right, but the words still stung a little, "why would you even say that? You just wanted my relationship to be doomed from the start? You’re supposed to support your best friend.”

“I do...just not when you’re clearly making mistakes-”

“Oh, so everything I’ve done has been a mistake!? Gee, thanks,” she sighed, pulling out his grasp. Why couldn’t it just have been him from the start? Why, oh why not him?

"I-I didn't mean it like that," he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. She scooted out from under his arm and crossed her arms over her chest, scowling, "I just meant that he wasn't good for you. You deserve the world. Not some idiot who's going to go out and cheat on you and treat you like he did. I'm glad he's gone and I think you did the right thing. I just wish it had been done sooner. I wish you’d have let me take care of you when you needed it...not been forced to deal with this.”

"Yeah...well. Me too," she admitted quietly, drying her eyes with the end of hoodie she was wearing. It was one of Roger's that she had stolen. He didn't mind, it looked a million times better on her than him anyway, "I don't know why but it still hurts, you know? Like I know he was awful, but a small part of me still feels upset. I must seem like a proper fool.”

"It’s not weird, I assure you. It's understandable, my love," he whispered, patting her leg gently. The fact that he had said my love wasn't lost on either of them. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at his soft tone, "getting over any relationship can be hard. Even the shitty ones. There’s something about a heartbreak that can be hard.”

“Do you miss her?” she asked quietly as she pulled her knees up to her chin, resting her head there, watching him intently. His brows furrowed as he tried to think of who her was. Y/N was, of course, referring to his latest girlfriend, who had been the bane of her existence.

“Who? Stacey?” he asked as she nodded her head lightly. Stacey had only lasted for a few months. All of his girlfriends only lasted a few months. It was usually great at the beginning, but when he came to the conclusion that they would never be anything like Y/N, he was done with them. It was, he slowly realized, because he only wanted Y/N. Not a copy or someone like her - just her.

And unfortunately, just like with Y/N,  Stacey had cheated on Roger. It was easy to let her go after that. Y/N had never hated someone more than she had hated Stacey, “nah. It was never going to go anywhere with her anyway. I suppose she made it easy on me.”

“Oh?” her curiosity peaked, her heart thumping against her chest wildly as she wondered if there was even a remote possibility that he reciprocated her feelings, “I mean…you don’t have to tell me, it’s your private business.”

“You’re my best friend, Y/N. I tell you everything,” he nudged her leg as he moved to sit in the same position as her. Their bodies mirrored each other as they sat on opposite sides of the couch, staring at each other, “ but If you tell anybody, no one will find your remains.”

"What could be so serious? You’re such an over dramatic hysterical queen-”

“I am not!” he insisted. Ever since she had heard Freddie call him that, she loved repeating it to him. Teasing him was her favorite thing. Anything involving Roger was her favorite thing. Roger was her favorite thing.

“Are too,” she insisted, and he just rolled his eyes at her, “now tell me. Why not Stacey? Or anyone else so far? I suppose neither of us have had any luck, really.”

“She was…sort of like a fill in, I suppose. Most of the girls have been,” he shrugged as he looked away, concentrated his gaze on the television, “I never saw a future with any of them. Sometimes it just got lonely. It’s nice to have someone to hold...even when you know it isn’t real, sometimes you can pretend it is. I don’t know. It seems silly to even admit it but loud.”

“You’re allowed to be happy, y’know,“ she leaned forward, trying to recapture his gaze. She could tell him something was on his mind. Something he wasn’t saying, words caught on the tip of his tongue, "so am I. We both are. We deserve happiness and love. Maybe we should stop accepting the love we think we deserve and find the love that is meant for us.”

“What if…” he looked back at her expectant face. The words he had been dying to say were in the top of his tongue, but he just couldn’t get them out. What if he just made a fool out of himself?

“Rog? You can tell me anything bub,” she encouraged him, contemplating if she’d even like the words he would say or if her own heart would just break more. What is she just ended up even more heartbroken?

“What if I’ve already met the one I want to be with? The one that I love?” he voice was so low, she almost didn’t hear him. He bit his lip, mulling over what he had just said, “because I think I have...”

“Who?” Y/N felt her heart start dropping. It couldn’t be her. It would never be her. She was setting herself up for failure.

“She’s pretty amazing. Beautiful, funny, kind, smart. She loves to tease me. And I sure hope she doesn’t think I’m being a complete fool,” he choked back the lump in his throat, bringing his cerulean eyes to her. She just nodded, trying to keep from crying, whoever this girl was seemed amazing. He clearly had it bad or her, “I just don’t know if I should tell her, because I don’t know if she feels the same. And I can’t handle rejection from her, I don’t think.”

“Why?! Roger, if you think you love her you should tell her!” she stared at him, stunned, “you’re clearly smitten with her.”

“Because…we’re best friends and live together,” he said and she just nodded, not processing what he had said, “s-so I’m kind of laying it all on the line here, my love. I just need to know if you feel the same. Otherwise...oh boy, this would be awkward. I hope I haven’t spent this long dreaming of you for nothing.”

"Well, who is it?” she asked, wondering who it could be. His confession had gone completely for her head. She had been so caught up in her own denial that she missed the whole thing. Roger started laughing, his nerves dissipating slowly. She was such a sweet fool sometimes.

“Wow, I am so in love with you… just wow. I confess my love after all this time and you just miss it. My favorite, daft pretty girl,” he decided to spell it out, since she wasn’t getting it. This time, he had her attention. Her mouth dropped open as she stared at him, slowly processing the newfound information. Roger Meddows Taylor had just confessed his love to her. This had to be a dream, “love, Y/N, it’s you. It’s always been you. Since the first time you spilled your coffee on at that cafe when we met.”

“Me?” she asked quietly, feeling the familiar tingling in her eyes. This times they weren’t tears of sadness, they were tears of happiness, “me? Oh my stars. Roger, are you serious? Please don’t be lying to me, because my heart can’t take that.”

“I’m being dead serious,” he chuckled nervously, “I’m just hoping that you feel the same way. Otherwise I’m going to be feeling very dumb. I-I always thought you might feel the same, but I could never tell.”

“Roger…I wish I knew exactly what to say. There’s so many things I’ve been wanting to say for a long time. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it-”

“C’mon give me a chance! Please…I just. I feel like we’re going to regret it if we don’t try this. I think, no, I know we’re meant to be together,“ he was almost pleading with her at this point, not letting her get a word in edgewise. She giggled lightly at him, his face flustered as he ran a hand through his already messy hair, "I just want one chance. Give me a shot? Please just let me love you like I’ve been wanting to.”

“Rog-”

“Y/N, I know this a lot. But I don’t think it’s shocking. We’ve always had a sort of thing between us-”

“Roger Taylor! Stop your stammering your one moment and let me finish,” she moved forward on the couch, so she was leaning against his knees. She reached up and touched his cheek gently, “I love you. Not just as my best friend, or my roommate. I’m in love with you. It’s been you for a long time. I just never thought someone like you would ever like me.”

“But you’re amazing. The absolute best, how could it not have been you?” he whispered quietly, turning his head slightly, so nuzzled into her soft hand, “I’m in love with you too.”

“So, the conclusion we’ve just reached is that we’ve been fools this entire time?” she laughed, thinking of all the wasted time. All those nights when it was just the two of them, if only they had known back then what they knew now. All those times when she wondered if he was flirting, he had been. It was all very real this whole time. She sighed and closed her eyes, “think of all that lost time.”

“But we’ve got now,” he shifted, spreading his legs out as he pulled her onto his lap. She didn’t even bother to stop him. His hands on her waist were electric, his touch like fire. His voice was low and she could tell he was trying to keep his composure, “and the future. Forever.”

“Why is your voice so low?” she teased him, resting her forward against his, breathing in his familiar scent - her favorite scent. She knew that tone even though she had only heard it a handful of times over the tears. It was how he got when he was about to cry, “are you going to start crying on me now, my sweet boy?”

“No! It’s...because I’m Batman? Duh?“ he joked, laughing as he reached up to wipe a stray tear. The moment, in its beauty and simplicity, had thoroughly overwhelmed him. Parts of him never thought this moment would come, but he was over the moon that it finally did, “it’s just a stick in my eye, that’s all.”

"You’re such a little liar,” she said, putting her hands on his cheeks, as she studied his beautiful face. It was the face she was always most excited to see. It was the first face she thought of in the morning and the last one before she slipped away into sleep, “you’re my favorite softie. I know the real you, Roger. And I love every bit of you.”

“Tell me why we didn’t come to this conclusion sooner?” he sighed quietly. She just shrugged her shoulders, giving him a smile that stretched from ear to ear, “can I be honest?”

“Please do.”

“I’ve hated every single guy you’ve ever dated. Or just been interested in. I wish I could have beaten them all,” he admitted, and she threw her head back with laughter, “what?!”

“I’ve felt that about every girl that’s even laid eyes on you,” she concurred. It was true. Any girl that showed any remote interest in Roger had earned plenty of glares from her, “especially Stacey. She was positively nauseating!”

“Can I ask you something else?” he was sheepishly, but his grip on her waist tightened. She nodded leaned in closer to him, noses touching slightly, “can I kiss you? Finally?”

“You didn’t have to ask,” she said, only a few inches between them. He leaned in slowly and kissed her softly, and sweetly, but with a sense of urgency. It wasn’t much, but it was perfect. They fit together like puzzle pieces, like they were meant to be.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his breath tickling her face. He reached up and traced along her lips, “does that mean I get to do that anytime now?”

“Anytime,” she confirmed, “I’m yours, Roger. You’ve always had me, even if we didn’t realize it.”

He leaned forward, kissing her again with a renewed intensity as her arms went around his neck and pulled him close. They carried on, only pulling apart when they needed some air. Roger had managed to lay down on couch, Y/N now on top of him.

“Didn’t know you wanted to get into my pants that badly,” he smirked at her and she just laughed, laying completely down on top of him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“You’re so full of yourself,” she chided him, but the smile never left her face, “but yeah, I kinda do. For like the last ten years. So please excuse me if I’m a little antsy.”

“Ohhhh,” he kissed her again, letting his lips linger on hers. They were so soft, and he could easily get used to the feeling he decided, “ten years, huh? We’ve been waiting too long then, pretty girl.”

“So what are you gonna do about it?” she teased, as he toyed with the hem of her hoodie, his fingers ghosting over her bare flesh, “are you as good as they say? Or is it all some sort of lie?”

“I can show you,” he promised, a hungry look in his eyes and she just smirked, raising her eyebrows at him, “and trust me, it’s not just a rumor. You won’t regret any of this. Just that we waited so long. But there’s plenty of time to make up for all those lost moments.”

“Show me,” she commanded and he quickly got up, picking her up and heading in the direction of his bedroom, “show me you love me.”

“I’ll show you more than that, pretty girl,” he promised her, “I’ll make sure everyone knows that I love you.”

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Joker (2019)

Joker (2019): Straight White Male™ approaches the point (and then misses it entirely)

I’ll put a disclaimer right here that these were my thoughts right after the movie, after filtering and some research on the director. But other than that, all the “research” I did was watch Jenny Nicholson’s Youtube reaction video and that’s it. You should go watch that too.

There’s only 2 things I can say that’s good with this movie: (1) Joaquin Phoenix giving his all and (2) Kill The Rich. Let’s get it off the table, Joaquin Phoenix is bomb ass hot shit and he worked very hard in this movie and yes, if we’re jugding his method acting alone, and not the character, plot, or writing, it deserves the praise it’s getting. Now with that out of the way, wow, Joker is just plagued with droning writing, unimpressive directing, and an either missed or uncommitted political point. Oh, and so much dancing.

“Oh great, more dancing”

By the third time Arthur dances, I said out loud, “Who directed this movie? What are his other movies?” The answer is: Todd Phillips. He also co-wrote and co-produced the entire movie. Who is he? Well he directed all three Hangover movies. When was the last Friday night when you thought, “Oh, hey, I should re-watch The Hangover 2 tonight! You know, that one with the exact same plot and jokes as Hangover 1, but in a different country or something?” Other impressive movies in his IMDB resume include Starsky and Hutch and Due Date. So, from his previous work, we know his brand of movies isn’t really drama the way James Mangold could’ve been seen as candidate to direct Logan. There were so many scenes that could’ve been cut and the film would still make sense. We’re not here to watch some kind of Waiting For Godot and see the film make its point twice every time. This movie could have been 1 and a half hours long, with better writing and direction. The scenes drone on and on, either continuing after the point of the sequence is made or makes you wait for the point to be made. Just a quick but important example is the scene where Arthur practices his appearance in the (late night show), there’s probably a good minute that could have been cut and we would still understand “the plan”. Other quick mentions include the intro, Arthur’s first “beating”, the actual ending scene, and all the dancing, oh, god, all the dancing.

Now let’s get to those pointless intros and the ending that should’ve ended up as a bonus on the DVD. Why did we have to show Arthur putting on his make-up and crying? To find out that he’s not happy? That’s all the does and talks about throughout the movie, we don’t need this. Why do we need to have a close-up of Arthur telling some social worker that she doesn’t get “it” and then (presumably) kills her? To know that he’s crazy? We already know that, he just shot Murray. To try to mind blow the audience that maybe the entire movie was in Arthur’s head? Well, if that’s it, that just wasted the entire movie. There’s a lot of time wasted to re-tell points that are better established in other scenes.

Now, we have to address the dancing. Why is there so much dancing? Maybe it was for art, dramatic effect, or just a way to put markers on when Arthur is going crazy. But what would have been more dramatic, if we saw that when Arthur killed those three rich dudes, we was still shaken up. If we saw that he was scared and confused that he could do such a thing instead of outright accepting it, he could be more empathetic. The audience would think, “O, shit, he’s still human.” But from there, the story builds up with the other scenes showing Arthur’s “descent into madness.” And when he murders Frank, and the whole scene was maintained, if he was cool and nonchalant about it, then proceeds with the only dance sequence of the movie, that would have made it special. The audience would have thought, “O shit, he lost it.” All the dancing during the moments of madness take away the descent to it. As an origin story for a villain, we don’t start with a crazy person. It’s supposed to be a process, if it wasn’t, then DC and Todd Phillips should’ve just given us “A Day In The Life Of The Joker: The Movie.” Spiderman: Homecoming did a better job at introducing Vulture and it was an origin story for Spiderman. A dance, a flooding with music, and the police chasing Arthur with Arthur totally not afraid of them, that would have been chilling, inhuman, and detached.

“I'm not political, I just want to make people laugh.”

Well he got that right. For saying something as bold as “Kill The Rich,” the movie doesn’t fully commit to that statement. The Joker is just a dude who wants to toy with Batman, so yeah, he’s pretty apolitical. But there are better ways of having a non-political character with selfish interests inspire political outrages. Katniss Everdeen (yes, it’s 1:06 AM and she’s the only one I can think of right now) just didn’t want her sister to die but she ended up the face of District 13 propaganda. To say “Kill The Rich” means to, at least at some level, examine why we should and how the rich ended up where they are and Arthur and people like him ended up where they are; but Joker did none of that. For all the talk about “the system,” all we get is Thomas Wayne calling the people of Gotham “clowns” (which is furthest from the worst a politician running for any office position could do); a poor, broke, delusional Penny Fleck (and hey, if you were Thomas Wayne would you have handle that situation better?) and some throwaway lines about how “the rich are bad.” Well, hell yeah, the rich are bad, but there is an assumption that the audience knows the political nuances of class struggle so that the film doesn’t have to commit to it fully. Why are they, in this instance, in Gotham, for Arthur, bad? In most instances that Arthur was abused, it was always the people around him in the same situation. Never do we see on screen how the rich people are “bad” because the movie frames everyone except Arthur as, pretty much, bad. Arthur didn’t know who those guys in the train were, they were just some guys in suits. Additionally, his motivation of murdering them was because they were assholes to him, not because he knew that they had money and he didn’t. But then afterwards Arthur tells his fake girlfriend that he thinks the murderer is a hero, with the pre-empting thought to be “fuck those rich guys.” The whole conversation was in his head, so does he or does he not think that rich people deserve to die? Scott Silver and Todd Phillips were approaching the point, especially with the Late Night Show sequence. But it feels like there’s a disconnect between Arthur talking about how “nobody is civil anymore” because he was abused and the people just accepting that some clown who murdered three rich guys will be the face of their revolution against the rich. The connection can easily be made, you can make it in your head, but there was just a lot more dancing and laughing happening instead of showing how people the people of Gotham got to that conclusion.

This movie could have gotten two points across: “this is how the joker was made” and “this is how the jokers are made”. Because that’s the point of the Joker right? Anyone can become a Joker aka “All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” They ticked one off the list, but everything else was a reach to get to something political or some kind of social commentary, but just ended up with a bad taste in my mouth and I hope I’m not the only one.

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 Before I could say goodbye, the train started rolling, I craned my neck to see him and I looked at him till he faded. I didn’t even say goodbye. He didn’t say it either, we departed like we were gonna meet the next day.

I knew he won’t show the pain. I knew he could smile and laugh even when he would be burning and exploding from the inside. That was the way God made him and that was how God gave this crinkly eyed monster to me. I was not supposed to change him but I do believe God should have sent a warning label along with him.

8th November 2007; when I first got to know Adrian, he was not the person you would want to be with. He was emotionally detached and carefree. Very charming. And awkward. Gentlemani-sh but would ignore you like you died. He was that guy who seemed mysterious because he was distant sometimes. I tried to dig into him all day long trying to make him say things that tell me about his life but somehow he would keep telling me that he has no plans of actual commitment. The highest level of compliment you would get from him would be ‘’cute’’ yes im not even kidding. Apparently hot was not a term he would use for you, in a million years. Like, I said a gentleman but forced into a fuckboy. I had a slight clue that there is a full-time gentleman hidden inside him and I literally burned my ego into ashes to know that full time gentleman out of this fuckboy.

Strange but yes, we met through his ex. He had a lot of exes apparently. Not new to me, I’ve had all kinds of species in my relationship history as well. Everyone had earlier mentioned this guy to me as a ‘’fuckboy’’ of course. I still don’t know how was I described to him but im sure in bad words. We both were bad in our own comforting ways. I saw a glimpse of him at a party, I had no second thoughts. Yes, I found him cute. Why? Because he almost fit my ‘’good looking characteristics in a guy’’ list and it was as follows

1.    Hooded, crinkly eyes, deep as hell

2.    Lips small but not too small. Big but not too big. Smaller than mine, big lips makes it feminine for me on a guy

3.    Hairy but not too hairy, should have dark deep eyebrows

4.    Should know how to make his hair. Not too boyish and not too uncle type. Just in the middle of it

5.    Should make a great couple with me

6.    Height bigger than me

7.    No teeth problems otherwise disqualified

8.    Shoe sense

  ‘’What are you looking at? He’s a Jewish and he is with every other girl in the world’’ my friend said to me in a sarcastic tone. I acted like I wasn’t looking at him ‘’I was looking at his ex, she’s pretty but desperately needs to get her teeth fixed’’ and we both laughed it off but deep inside, both of us knew I was gonna send him a friend request as soon as I go back home.

I was acquaintances with his ex so I search him up and he’s right there. ‘’Wow so now he has a dimple too? It was not even in my list!’’ That was a shocker. Quite strange but I had never been with a guy who had a cute little dimple and this one had it. Fucked me up. Added him instantly and he accepted ‘’instantly’’ because of course he was thinking of me as just another target and what was I thinking? Probably ‘’he’s a cute guy’’ just that. I didn’t wanna flirt with him, I didn’t wanna date him, I obviously at that point of time couldn’t think about marrying him because of the religious differences so what was I getting?

I don’t know.

I wish I was that sorted out in life. So now he adds me back and we kind of have this really serious conversation about things…which make me feel like he’s way too serious for me.

BUT YES, I would like to mention he started the conversation.

Adrian- Can you please introduce yourself?

Me- (being as awkward as I can be) How do you introduce? Hahahahahaha

Adrian- I’m a 21 year old living in Canada

Me- Okay can I introduce myself now? Im a 20 year old obsessed with batman and I wanna have a pet monkey so yes tell me more about yourself

Adrian- Damn and you ask me how do you introduce?

Me- Am I good at this shit? Duh Im good at everything

(And there, I said it)

No but on a serious note,  nice abs (after looking at a photo of his abs on his profile of course)

Adrian- typing…

Me thinking okay now he thinks im desperate as fuck and a slutty hoe

Adrian- Thanks but I don’t like my abs im going to workout more in the future

Me (not knowing shit about gyming and abs and workouts)

– but whyyyyy?

Adrian- Just like that

And you’re obsessed with batman? I am batman

(Wait what? Don’t tell me he likes batman too? This is gonna be interesting)

Me – If you don’t mind I would like to confess that I AM BATMAN sorry

Adrian- You can be batwoman for sure

Me – Batman with tits so mind your own business, I can be whatever I want to be

Adrian- Wow that’s pretty interesting batman with tits wow..

Me- yes very interesting, thankyou

(By now, He would have known this girl is mentally unstable)

Adrian- It’s good to be yourself

(He was still acting very gentleman-ish I have to tell you)

Me- you love me already

Adrian- Can you stop day dreaming?

(Ouch…)

Me- I can stop, yes.

Adrian- So I came back to study here after the party where I saw you, I come back to your city after every 3 months for a month or two

Me- Oh, I see

(Now, honestly I was like lets get out of this conversation its pretty dry)

Adrian- This is such a fucked up place, after a while you have nothing to do here

 And then I ignore the message. For three days. Yes three days. Because Im thinking this guy is pretty cute but too serious to talk to

And then in about a week, I am randomly going through my last conversations with people in the past few weeks, and I see his profile picture pop up and im thinking lets try again, maybe he’s not that serious, maybe he will send me memes, maybe he has a crazy side.

‘’Hey there’’ I send it to him

No reply.

A day passed away, No reply.

2 days pass away, no reply.

NEVER IN MY HISTORY OF HOOKUPS, IVE HAD A GUY WHO IGNORED MY MESSAGE FOR 2 DAYS.

My ego is burning.

3 days no reply.

My ego is about to burst into flames

And I get a reply finally, we exchange numbers

And then he wants to call me. Im thinking ‘’No, what if he’s a kidnapper, a rapist, a weird drunk fuckboy who wants to talk dirty to me, he wants to talk after 12am, he obviously wants to talk dirty im not talking to this random ass’’ I decline the offer. I make up an excuse and we don’t talk on call that night. The next night, he makes the offer again and I remember how he ignored me for 3 days when I didnt reply back for sometime and I don’t decline the offer. Why was I scared of not getting attention from this stranger who is too serious for me? I don’t know.

God knew better. God knew what he was upto. God knew why this stranger was creeping into my life like that.

He calls me. I’m so nervous. He sounds familiar. He sounds like someone I know but Im pretty sure I don’t know him. He begans talking like a gentleman and holy shit, in a minute or two this man starts making me laugh my ass off with his jokes. His horrible, lame yet funny as hell jokes and Im laughing, im laughing all night long. He’s telling me about himself, im telling him about myself, we both tell each other things that should take a longer time to be unveiled but we don’t take the long route, we spill it out. I tell him things that I would never tell a stranger, I tell him about family. He tells me about his family. We both talk about our little siblings. He gets serious for a while and then starts trolling me again and the laughter session continues. I stare at my wall clock, It’s 9 fucking am in the morning. No exaggeration. ‘’It’s 9 am’’ I said ‘’It’s 9 am’’ he grinned. And then we both laugh for no reason and we end the call in a few minutes. I don’t know about Adrian but I had a huge smile on my face before going to sleep, that night. And I had not smiled like that in a long.. long time and just so you know, im smiling even right now as im typing this because it reminds me of that exact moment I decided to sleep with him in my head, trying as hard as I can to insert him in my mind, thinking about the possibilities, I was crazy enough to fall for a guy after a call? ‘’No. No you cant’’ but no one knows me more than my dear heart ‘’Yes you can’’ it whispered to me.

The next day, I send a good morning text to him, You know the shit is about to blow up when you send a good morning to someone. He was my first thought in the morning.

We talk. All day almost. And the night? We call each other again like its routine. More secrets. More laughter. More knowing, less thinking about future.

I come to this conclusion in a few days that I don’t know shit about love but I like this guy. He is hard to read. I would call him an ‘’emotionless encyclopedia’’ who knew everything in the world but was emotionally detached to humans. I somehow felt there was a soft side to him but at that point of time, he was into his friends, both male and female he would skype with them all day long and I couldn’t figure him out properly.

But yes, I felt like it was clumsy between us. I couldn’t properly flirt with him because he wouldn’t let me. I couldn’t talk dirty because he didn’t dig the dirty. I couldn’t get the sort of attention I wanted from this guy and it was turning me off , and one day out of my desperation of trying to get attention from im, I asked him out in the most childish way you can ever expect. The girl asks out the boy in between a normal conversation. We are talking generally about hookups and im like ‘’Wanna hookup?’’ he doesn’t type for a while and then he says ‘’Hookup? Like a relationship?’’ I say ‘’Yes?’’ he says ‘’Okay’’ and it began.

It began like the most simplest thing in the world but it began to eat us like a monster, it began as a sunset so calm after a long day. firey yet calming, it’s simple, it’s constant, but it grows to be that rush of adrenaline when you beat the odds, you feel on top of the world. You are powerful, and each glimpse of him you get, leaves you gasping for more, he is a breath of freedom in a sea of trouble. He begans to be my strength and my luck and my happiness and he ends up being my weakness, my love and my reason to be alive.

Who knew?

We make it official like its some kind of a serious relationship and we both knew It wasn’t. we knew it was gonna end in a few months or weeks or days, I just wanted attention from the guy who was emotionless, he just wanted to pass his time with someone who was 24/7 available to be his muse. We both were fucked up.

In a few weeks, we infact I realized he was not my type. Not at all. I was mistaken. I was into the sense of humor. There was nothing else he could give me. He could not praise me for anything, he could not compliment me no matter how hard I tried to look pretty in front of him,  never showed me that I meant something. We had long distance which obviously meant we never faced each other so it was harder. He once told me im not hot in any possible way and one day I ask him what is hot for you and he shows me a girl from his college and it humiliated me in the worst possible way when I receive a picture of that girl. I forget bullshit easily but this bullshit, I wish I could get rid of. He would sometimes prioritize his friends in front of me, he would tell me he’s sleeping but he would be talking to his friends, I used to feel like shit. I had never felt like that in my past relationships. I felt like I needed to be prettier, I felt ugly, I felt insecure, I felt like there was something more entertaining about his friends that I had to copy. We both would never agree upon the same ideas about life, we started having different views about things and the worst of all, after making me feel like shit, he would always be emotionless and laugh at me for being sad about it. He never used to get jealous even if I would go out with a million boys who looked good, he never used to question me and it started pissing me off to such an extent that I finally told him, ‘’I cant do this, you are emotionless’’

‘’But I was like this from the start’’ he says

‘’ I don’t know, All I know is I feel like shit when im talking to you. I feel like comparing myself to all these girls you talk to or you show me because I genuinely feel there is something wrong with me. I try to look good, I try to send you pictures of myself looking good but I cant beg for a compliment, I have never felt so degraded in my life, Adrian’’ I mumbled in my crying voice

‘’You tell me you’re sleeping and I see you online talking to a friend, I don’t care about the gender, its about the priorities and the lies, at least treat me like a girl friend when you’ve agreed upon a relationship’’ I continued

And then there was a long silence on that call. For the first time, this emotionless encyclopedia Adrian did not laugh about it. He apologized for it. And then we both agreed upon the fact that we are both too different and I told him I need to be fed with attention if im with someone and you’re a detached person, you don’t believe in feelings and all

‘’Listen’’ he said

‘’I fell In love once,

I gave everything to that relationship. I gave honestly, I gave loyalty, I trusted that girl and I trusted the fact that she is going to trust me back. I loved her like I wouldn’t love anyone in the world because she was the most innocent and the prettiest soul I had ever known but you know what she did? She trusted someone else who told her lies. She believed the lies and she called me a cheater. Imagine being called a cheater when you’re loyal to the one you lovel’’

I was silent. He was telling his side of the story for the first time. He was being serious for the first time. I didn’t say a word.

He continued ‘’ I tried to explain, but she didn’t. I was so heartbroken that I decided I would never have a serious relationship ever again. I would never fall in love with someone ever again, I would never trust a girl ever again, I used to take my frustration out in the gym, I ended up having muscles and packs and I would upload shirtless pictures of myself just to give myself some peace of mind, In anger and frustration, I showed her I could do what she blamed me for doing and I dated the same girl she blamed me for flirting with. Of course it didn’t work out because I never liked her in the first place but I wanted to destroy myself, I used to drink, I used to smoke, I fucked myself up completely until I moved on and ever since that, I have been in useless relationships with strange girls I don’t know completely but im cool with it because girls are not meant to be trusted. I do respect them, I don’t mess up with their respect and I don’t trust a girl when she tells me she is going to stay because these are all lies’’

I heard it all and now I knew 1/100 of Adrian’s life and I could never in a million years guess that this guy would be heartbroken by a girl.

We still ended the relationship over call because I had nothing to say, All I heard was this guy could never love anyone again and I felt defeated. I felt like ‘’What did she have that I don’t?’’

Yes I did stalk her after the call, and she was below average. Can you believe it that Im rating his ex’s looks after the sentimental story? I have to rate her because I expected the love of his life to be a gorgeous girl with the kind of hot looks he used of show me pictures of. One thing pretty clear was that this emotionless guy did not give a fuck about looks too much. He was not into choosing girls based on their appearance, He fell in love with someone so average. That kind of made me fall for him more even though I didn’t want to anymore because we broke up.

I had made my dear heart understand that stop trying to make him fall for you because he has done that already and he failed miserably. He doesn’t wanna try again clearly so lets just leave him alone.

But my dear heart didn’t understand shit

We don’t text for several days, It was our second month knowing each other and I get an apology.

‘’Im sorry for being like that’’ he says

‘’Im sorry for asking you for attention all the time’’ I replied

And it was kind of a patch up again.

And we are doing this lifeless relationship again, why?

God knew better and you will know later on, why I keep saying this again and again.

[tessatechaitea]

Justice League vs. Suicide Squad #6

I didn't know Killer Frost could shoot ice sludge out of her vagina.

Eclipso remembers his shitty crossover event!

And then Batman's Suicide Squad rescues the Justice League and they save the world from Eclipso! Probably. It's not like I need to know every detail of this story since it's the last issue. These blog entries are just a way for me to remember each comic from month to month so I'm not thoroughly confused by every new issue. I suppose the other important thing that will happen by the end of it is that Batman will quit the Justice League (again!) to form the Justice League of America and he'll offer Lobo and Killer Frost jobs on his team. Then everybody will think, "Wait a second! How can Batman afford Lobo, the most expensive hitman in the entire universe?! He would need Bruce Wayne money for...OHO!"

Deadshot really dug deep for this insult!

Apparently one of Deadshot's deepest, darkest evil thoughts is that he'd like to kill his daughter so he'll never feel guilty about killing again. I could go two ways on this one with my comments. I could choose to be a childish asshole and discuss how Joshua Williamson is an idiot if he thinks this is good characterization and that Deadshot would ever harbor that evil thought. Or I could be magnanimous and believe what is probably the truth anyway because it's less entertaining to write about: Eclipso is just a lying douchebag trying to convince himself that he isn't forcing people to be evil when he actually is. It allows him to see himself as a heroic god giving people the freedom to engage in their deepest desires rather than a manipulative bastard who just wants to see the world go dark. Deadshot becomes eclipsed and declares he's going to kill everyone. Oh no! Even the other eclipsed people?! And Eclipso?! He might just save the world! Batman eventually comes to the same conclusion I did last issue.

So the delivery systems are different. He wants Superman to look at Eclipso while I wanted Superman to pee on him.

Eventually it's down to just Batman, Amanda Waller, Killer Frost, and Lobo. Eclipso is terrible at triage. He concentrated on eclipsing all the wrong people! You definitely have to get Batman first. Or at least get one of the others to kill him. If Eclipso really makes people's deepest, darkest thoughts rise to the surface, I imagine every member of the Justice League would have killed Batman immediately, the pretentious twat. Batman and Killer Frost get their prism plan underway while Lobo beats the shit out of everybody else. Luckily everybody else complies and only goes after Lobo. Just Superman goes after Batman and Killer Frost. What a stroke of luck!

Batman is faster than Superman's heat vision. Although, I suppose, I've dodge Roadhog's hook on Overwatch enough to realize you begin the dodge before Roadhog even knows he's about to throw the hook. Same principle!

The plan works to free the heroes and villains from Eclipso's control. Judging by the FWASH sound effect, Supergirl could have done this without Killer Frost's help. That's an old joke that only one person reading this blog will understand. Eclipso counters with a FWSSH sound effect which is probably something totally disgusting. I think it amounts to Eclipso spraying his darkness juice via a goat.se pose. But it's too late! Killer Frost has gotten a taste for justice and she turns the tables on Eclipso. He's bathed in sunlight and reverts to Max Lord as the black diamond explodes. I think. I'm sure it exploded so that little black diamonds can litter the Earth causing small Eclipso attackes every few months. The world has been saved and all that is left is for the Suicide Squad and the Justice League to participate in a denouement.

Oh man. Enchantress and Jessica Cruz are so going to fuck.

Batman admits to Waller that Task Force X can work as long as she stops stealing his files out of the Batcave. Also, she needs to let Killer Frost retire so Batman can use her for his new Outsiders team he's going to call Justice League of America. But we all know it's really The Outsiders. Just look at the lineup! Lobo decides to give Batman one free job (not that kind of job! (or that kind!)) for freeing him from Max Lord's control. I'm not sure what kind of jobs Lobo thinks Batman has for him. Hide in Damian's closet to scare him straight? But of course Batman already has a job for him. I bet it's to be Killer Frost's life-force battery as a member of the new Outsiders. Although I can't imagine that job qualifies as a freebie since it's ongoing. Lobo's going to need some of that sweet Bruce Wayne cash to keep that job. Apparently Lobo has to join The Outsiders because he gave his word he'd do a free job for Batman and specified that it didn't matter what the job was. Lobo should be more careful with what he says. Doesn't he know that writers take his "always keeps his word" thing way too seriously?! In the epilogue, Max Lord points out that this whole thing was engineered by Amanda Waller to get Batman to lay off the Suicide Squad. That totally makes sense since it's basically the plot of the Suicide Squad movie. The other characters all get to tie up their loose ends too. Emerald Empress decides to start the Fatal Five so she can hunt down Saturn Girl. Johnny Sorrow's mask is still on Earth waiting for a non-white, non-heterosexual, non-male character to put it on. Doctor Polaris is making out with his helmet. Rustam is going after Havana Waller. And, of course, the Black Diamonds are now everywhere. Then on the final page, Amanda Waller does that reveal thing where the "X" in Task Force X is a number and not a letter. Even though it was a letter just one or two incarnations ago because there were Task Force Ys and Zs or something. It's such a shocking revelation that isn't boring and overused at all! Previously, there was Task Force A-Y. Now there are just Task Force I-XI plus zero which was the first one but I don't think the Romans have a letter for zero. They should have used an O like we do! Dumb-dumbs! What Did I Learn? Amanda Waller is as much a genius as Harvest was. She really knows how to build an overly complicated Rube Goldbergian plot device to take care of fairly simple problems. I'm sure she could have come up with another way to keep Batman off of her back instead of this method that relied on so many unknowable factors that it should never have worked out exactly as she planned. It would have been easier to hire Psimon or J'onn J'onnz to erase Batman's memory of the Suicide Squad. And while they were at it, maybe erase the memory of everybody in the world since they all seem to know about Task Force X and how it's part of the United States government. People knowing about how it works ruins the entire reason for why it works! The Ranking! No change!