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To Our 8 Foremost Leaders and Comrades: The Eight in Kingston --Tim Buck, Ton Ewen, Malcom Bruce, Sam Cr, Tom Hill, Matt Popowtich, John Boychuk, Tom Cacic. We greet you on the eve of May Day 1933, from the midst of great struggles of labor, on the eve of great battles of the working class and toilers of Canada. We are striving to hold high the banner of labor, striving to advance the aims and cause of labor for which you all wo valiantly fought, and for which you were out into jail. We pledge to carry on our struggle, fighting at the same time to spend the day when you'll be back in our ranks to lead and carry on our great struggles for working class emancipation. May day Greetings comrades, our best leader Women's Labor League of Timmins.
[Letter from the Women’s Labor League organization, a Communist Party of Canada organization set up when the latter party was outlawed in 1932, sending May Day wishes, in a form letter, to the incarcerated Communists at Kingston Penitentiary. This was one letter of thousands sent to Kingston Penitentiary between 1932 and 1934.]
#timmins#communists#communist party of canada#political prisoners#may day#kingston penitentiary#women workers#labour league#working class politics#section 98#1932 kp riot#solidarity#great depression in canada#northern ontario#crime and punishment in canada#history of crime and punishment in canada
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Is the Justice League using unpaid child labour?
Though it is not confirmed the exact ages of most heroes and their various sidekicks, it is safe to say that many of them are well below the age of 18, this raises the question of just how good the Justice League really is.
The names Batman and Robin have been closely linked since the creation of the later, the big Bat and his bird-themed sidekick are a staple of both Gotham City and vigilante culture as a whole, but what is the reason for the mantle of Robin being essentially exclusive to children? Though the ethics of all this doesn’t seem to be much of a concern to the various costumes characters of Gotham, one would imagine the Justice League would protest the use of child labour in any form of heroism.
This, however, is not the case. As user Pilztaube ( @emotional-piece-of-meat ) noted in (this post), the League quite accepting such practices. This brings to question the ethics of earth’s mightiest heroes as they seem to be a bit too comfortable with a child being in harms way if it is for the ‘greater good’.
This doesn’t just apply to the Robin’s, as many of the members of the League have had a child sidekick and one point or another, though none have been as young as Robin (the youngest known age of a Robin being 8).
There have even been rumours that more than one member of the team are underage themselves, the most notable being Captain Marvel (see related articles), otherwise known as Shazam. There have been multiple eyewitness accounts of Captain Marvel disappearing, only for a young boy to appear in his stead. Though it has never been confirmed many believe the young boy and Captain Marvel to be one in the same.
Hypocrisy is what many in the villain community are calling it, stating that the JL has been going after them for years under the guise of stopping the usage of child labour when all the while these ‘heroes’ have been doing the exact same thing, and we can’t help but agree.
We would like to make it clear that this journal supports the eradication of child labour, and condemns the league’s usage of such, and find it appalling that they are often times putting children in much worse working conditions than the villains are (see further articles).
We have reached out to multiple members of the Justice League as well multiple villain organizations for further information but none have responded.
We’d love to hear your thoughts on the topic (here)
Gotham Reports is certified in unbiased, fair, and reliable journalism
#justice league#batman#batman and robin#dc robin#gotham reports#gotham city#metropolis#superman#batfam#wayne enterprises#wayne entertainment#gotham news#gotham report#gotham news network#GNN#child labour laws
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the games SHOULD all be shown for free 🪧🙌🏻👏🏻✊🏻✌🏻
#premier league#liberal democrats#labour#conservatives#general election 2024#genny lec 24 ✌🏻#declan rice#trent alexander arnold#mason mount#jude bellingham#dominic calvert lewin#xabi alonso#owen hargreaves
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It's a real shame that we only have 3 more episodes of arcane forever. Like I get they were vastly over budget and have spent nearly a decade on 18 episodes and that the creators want to move on. But the last 3 episodes just won't feel like enough to wrap up the series. We haven't even seen Ekko yet in season 2. I can only hope that they may eventually make another series in the same universe.
#arcane#league of legends#league of legends arcane#the pacing in season 1 felt better tbh but it could just be me#season 2 arcane#the animation is beautiful but id be happy with less quality animation if they continued the story with the same quality#animation like that is absurdly expensive because of the amount of labour that goes into it
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#my art#space#sci fi art#alien#robot#retrofuturism#my characters#my comics#sort of. a short one#soundtrack for this is The Dignity of Labour (Part 3) by The Human League
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I love it when i save my country by burning down public libraries, inns and advice bureaux






#uk politics#nigel farage#tommy robinson#far right#fascisim#labour#keir starmer#farage riots#fuck farage#edl#english defence league
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I can’t believe I just went through all 600+ pages of your blog, lmao. Where did you find all this stuff? I go out looking for league content on tumblr and barely find anything. I can’t tell if it’s because Arcane has oversaturated everything, or if the league fandom is just way smaller than it used to be…
I can't believe you were looking through all those pages!! :O (I did my best to arrange them aesthetically, glad to know it was seen via manual browsing)
I find a lot of these posts through blog jumping (I forgot the word for it, but basically going through past reblogs from other blogs). However, it's very difficult to do because: (1) people don't often tag things (2) poorly-aged jokes/memes
You're correct that it's difficult to find league content. While it is tied to the oversaturation of Arcane, it includes the fact that Tumblr is burying old posts in favor of making current-fandom-content more available.
And many users migrated onto Twitter (and refuse to come to Tumblr due to lack of engagement, but that's another can of worms to open; In 2013, you could get the SAME # of reblogs and likes on a 100-notes post. Today, new artists are lucky to get 10+ likes and 2+ reblogs on art).
Honestly, you'd be surprised how small the tumblr league (non-arcane) fandom is today !! Only a few blogs will create league-specific posts for their fave set of characters and certain tags don't update daily (Unless, the character got a new skin or attracts the attention of Arcane fans).
#but thank you thank you for taking the time to look through my blog it means a lot to me#i try my best to reblog posts for everybody's lesser-known faves#gonna get sappy for a moment please excuse my yap#at first this blog began as my collection for piltover posts containing vi caitlyn ezreal jayce as friends#but i decided to reblog more posts that involved my ships and found myself reblogging different characters#currently we are living in a time where people only care for masterpieces and 'perfect' art stolen by programs and i felt (1/2)#that it was important to reblog 'bad art' (non-masterpieces) made by real humans; is a labour of love and that's why it's beautiful (2/2)#and i just continued reblogging more art and trying my best to find different characters that some people have difficulty finding art for#but again this is still my blog and i tend to favour certain ships and people will often see that ^^;#i will really be happy if someone goes through my blog to find posts of their faves (that they have a difficult time finding posts for)#and it will make me happier to see anybody who appreciates the old art of the league fandom because art is meant to be loved for years#curator box#league of legends#saccharineomens#and while it is not easy to find and curate posts; i usually do it because it helps to calm me down or distract me too
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Remember… three Irish kids walk up to a baseball field…
#Tait rhymes with hat#Good times#Labour Day#Major League Baseball#MLB#⚾️#Boston Red Sox 7 Tampa Bay Rays 3#Tropicana Field#4 September 2023#Tampa Bay Florida USA#Instagram
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"LABOR COUNCIL ASKS PROBE INTO MINERS' STRIKE," Winnipeg Tribune. July 4, 1934. Page 2. ---- Government To Be Asked To Send Commission to In- quire Into Conditions ---- The Winnipeg Trades and Labor Council wants the provincial government to send a commission to Flin Flon to investigate the causes of the strike of 1,300 Hudson Bay Mining and Smelting Co. workers.
At the labor council's meeting. Tuesday evening, a delegation was appointed to interview the provincial government and urge the appointment of a commission.
To Ask About Police The delegation was also instructed to question the government regarding the sending of police to Flin Flon. If it was found the government was responsible for this action, the delegation was ordered to register a protest in behalf of the labor council.
Discussion of the strike was opened by George Armstrong, of the Socialist party. He said a communication had been received from the strike commitee at Flin Fion stating the strikers had been given an unfair deal. He wanted the labor council to send a delegate to Flin Fion to get an unbiased account of the situation there.
Only One Side Armstrong charged the council and Winnipeg labor generally believed the company's story and ignored the strikers' case because they were said to be linked with the Workers' Unity League.
In the discussion that followed Armstrong's remarks, nearly all of the 25 delegates present had something to say,
Some of the delegates, including George Schollie, secretary, thought the council would be wise to take no action on the question as they believed the strike was being conducted by the Workers' Unity League.
Others protested the sending of large police detachments to the area.
#winnipeg#trades and labor council#organized labour#labor council#flin flon#hudson bay mining smelting company#strike#wage demands#miners#mining town#mining company#working class struggle#great depression in canada#workers unity league#working class politics
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"...The new NWSL contract may represent a shift in the power dynamic between leagues and their players. If athletes in other professional sports leagues begin to take cues from the example the NWSLPA has set, they may begin to feel more empowered to push harder against team owners in CBA negotiations."
🗞️ Read our op-ed on labour unions in professional sports here.
#offside news#nhl#nhl news#nwsl#unions#labour rights#contracts#sports unions#women's soccer#women's football#national hockey league#hockey
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Opinion Hour - Vigilantism; family business or child endangerment?
The opinions voiced in this article may not align with the views of this journal
Regarding a (piece) published by this journal yesterday evening we felt the need to further expand on the topic of children in Vigilantism and many points brought up by none other than our resident billionaire himself, Bruce Wayne, in (response) to said article.
We would like to once again reiterate that Vigilantism is no place for children, be it a ‘family business’ or not, and we find Mr. Wayne’s comparison of the two to be, frankly, appalling.
Though Vigilantes deserve to have normal lives outside of their work, association with the civilian identity of a Vigilante, even with the danger that comes with it, is not an appropriate reason to enlist a child into fighting crime.
We fully support training the children of vigilantes in order to defend themselves, the issue is that in most instances this leads to the children becoming Vigilantes as well, usually at an age far younger than most find acceptable.
Bringing a child into Vigilantism, be it a family business or not, is putting that child at risk of injury, trauma, and death, there is no way to deny that. Due to this fact, we stand by our prior stance of child-heroes being victims of child abuse.
All children deserve a safe environment to live and grow, and while that is incredibly difficult to achieve, especially in a city like Gotham, further endangering them under the pretence of protection is a very serious offence and something we believe classifies as manipulation and child exploitation.
Obviously this varies case to case, but in the situation of someone like Batman who seems to be unable to go a week without a child sidekick, one has to ask if he can truly be considered good if they have not found a third option to the dilemma Mr. Wayne thinks to have only two.
Sincerely,
L. Constant - Collective
What are your thoughts on the topic? Let us know (here)
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#gotham reports#opinion piece#opinion hour#vigilante#vigilantism#gotham city#justice league#bruce wayne#child labour laws#child endangerment#gotham report#gotham news#batman and robin#batman#dc robin#signal dc#wayne entertainment#wayne enterprises#Gotham News network#GNN#superman#batfam#wonder woman
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#OTD in 1931 – The IRA and other organisations are declared illegal in the Free State and the Catholic Church excommunicates members of all of them, including Saor Éire, which soon dissolves.
The Roman Catholic bishops issued a pastoral letter declaring that the Irish Republican Army and Saor Éire, “sinful and irreligious and no Catholic can lawfully be a member of them.” The excommunication order was extended to members of all organisations outlawed under the ‘Public Safety Act’. The military tribunal created under the ‘Public Safety Act’ was established. The Government declared 12…

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#&039;Public Safety Act&039;#Catholic Church#Cumann na mBan#Friends of Soviet Russia#Illegal#IRA#Ireland#Irish Free State#Irish Labour Assembly#Irish Republican Army#Irish Working Farmers’ Committee#Pastoral Letter#Roman Catholic bishops#Saor Éire#Women’s Dissent League#Workers’ Revolutionary Party
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I try not to be grumpy old man when I can, and *most* AMVs aren't this bad...
But nothing makes me despair on people's artistic conprehension like watching AMVs to Offspring songs.
Did... did you even listen to the lyrics my guy? This is some straight up "Sarah Mclaughlin - Angel as a wedding song" ass missing the point so hard you left orbit.
#the one exception? whoever made that Pretty Fly For A White Guy AMV for Naruto#you understand the careful balance necessary to pull off irony; only works *because* of Offspring's sarcasm and Naruto's shitpost tendancie#the rest of you are all going back to tenth grade english until you can tell me *why* You're Gonna Go Far Kid is not a hero anthem#not unless you're going *deeply sardonic and critical about 'hero' as a concept at least#(though if anyone wants to make me a *proper* one for the League of Villains I'd be inclined to compensate your labour)#(or Hawks since I was thinking how good a Dabi-centric vid it'd make and Dabi inclines one always to think on bestworst pretty boi next)
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i think the global collapse of esports is a net positive for labour because the business model was so exploitative that it couldn't survive a single day, let alone be profitable, without people willingly signing on to work in deplorable conditions which weren't a secret to anyone. kids being paid in mousepads and team merch and shit. fans tweeting their support for teams for a single season and getting picked up (read: preyed upon) to do social media management in three languages. high visibility casters getting sacked via text message to say nothing of how they treated women and the very young and mostly Asian player talent.
i think you might be able to argue that it's possible for some industries to be reformed, but personally i'm happy to see this one die when most of the workers would've been better off pouring coffee and literal teenagers were investing 5-10 years of their lives into this house of cards. hopefully when it comes back people just refuse to get involved unless there's something more attractive offered than clout and poverty wages - if you're paid at all lol. and that's not to say it's the fault of the very passionate labour force for getting involved, the blame is still primarily on franchise owners and publishers. but we can and should encourage people not to knowingly or not, engage with scams when they come with a big red label that says "scam" on them - without shaming them. fame was such a big part of the draw. love of games the communities around them was another, and we know how that traps people in game production and esports was a severe downgrade from that.
... however the lengths to which the very people who were exploited by this industry are going to eulogize the good stuff right now (and don't get me wrong, there was lots of good stuff) makes me nervous that when it does come back we won't remember how overwhelmingly terrible it was. every kind of terrible you can imagine.
#i am required to post about this and i have no social media left so#rest in pieces overwatch league#re: esports#labour
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Socialite!BatSis!Reader x Yandere!Bat Family
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A/N: Hi! I don't know where the fuck this came from. But, it has plagued me for months. Inspired by Labour and the Fruits by Paris Palmoa, Please Don't Cry for Your Daughters Eve by Lydia the Bard, and Curses by the Crane Wives. This my attempt at being dark, so either this fucks you up or I fucked up. Apologies for both.
Warnings: Fem!Reader, Implied assault, neglect, yandere themes at the end
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You got the Wayne looks, the Wayne charm, the Wayne name, but you’re fragile. Bruce would tell you. Damian would tell you. (Not so kindly.) Everyone in the manor would tell you.
But, charm and good looks still have their uses. And, everyone in the family despises all the galas they need to attend.
So, when Bruce offers to take you to one, you up the charm, you dress your best. You use your finest manners and all the proper ways your Momma raised you to your advantage. And, you flourish.
You can tell from the slight smile Bruce has on his face on the way home. The hint of pride in his eyes at your job well done.
You can’t help your family or Gotham as a Bat. But, you can help them as a Wayne.
The socialite. That’s your roll. Not a bird, not a bat. A little social butterfly. Drawing the public attention away from the things that go bump in the night.
You like your role. Sure, you're not bounding over the Gotham skyline saving people from muggers and insanely themed villains. But, you're helping your family, and that's what matters to you.
At least, that's how it starts.
It was special to you in the beginning. Going to charity gala's and events with your father, Bruce. No one else in the family enjoys going to these events. It was your own personal father and daughter bonding time, in a way.
But, as you got older the pressure started and the distance between you and the others grew.
You were a music box ballerina. Spinning in place to the same tune over and over again while sitting on a dusty shelf. And, Bruce would wind you up to dance every time he need his social butterfly to charm Gotham's public.
Soon you had a whole team of faceless people picking out your dresses, changing your style, cutting your hair. You couldn't be anything less than a vain air-headed heiress, because that was your role. Brucie needed someone to follow in his footsteps, not Batman.
The dresses got more expensive, the flashes got brighter. The diets got stricter.
And, the distance grew farther.
And, then Bruce stopped going with you to the galas.
You weren't upset the first time. Or, the second time. Or, even the third time.
It was the fourth time that things started to crack.
Sure, Batman was needed. Sure, there was Justice League business. Sure, there was a patrol that ran late. Sure, there was a breakout at Arkham.
But, the fourth time, when you found him and the rest of the family laughing in the cave, it really didn't feel like they were focusing on the good of Gotham while you were struggling to smile sweetly at men twice Bruce's age wanting to take you home.
Still, you powered on. Kept doing your part. You were making the family proud afterall.
Right?
It was the ninth time it happened that you broke.
The nineth time you had gone to a gala alone in an expensive dress you didn't pick, one that showed off way too much skin. One that seemed to tell everyone in that grand ballroom that you were up for the taking. One that just barely hid the bruises from their fingers and palms under the fabric.
You wore that placating smile and that dress all the way home. With a driver you didn't know at the wheel of the car Bruce sent for you. The backseat empty even if you sat on it.
When you got home, you walk in on something that made each cracked piece of you ache.
Apparently it was game night. Everyone that mattered was playing Mario cart of all things.
"Look at that Cinderella’s back from the ball." Jason was the first to notice you standing in the doorway of the room. And, his words burned.
Cinderella. Cinderella. Back from the Ball.
"Hey, glad you’re back. Hope you had fun." Dick didn't even glance at you as he spoke, took focused on beating Stephanie who had her tongue sticking out as she concentrated.
"God, those galas are so boring, I don’t know how you do it." Duke says in passing. It would be meaningful if he hadn't said the same thing the last six times you had come home.
Tim and Damian were also playing the game, with Tim occasionally nudging Damian to mess him up. Like typical siblings.
Barbara was in the room as well, a book on her lab to read. Only you could tell she hadn't read much, judging from where her book mark was located.
"Good job." Bruce says absentmindedly. You can't even tell if its directed at you or at the blueshell Damian just managed to hit Dick's racer with.
Words don't even leave your lips as you exit the doorway, pieces of you falling to the floor as you wobble to your room.
Cinderella. Cinderella.
The clock striking twelve in your mind as you feel the rotten pumpkin sinking in your gut and the magic wearing off.
You don't notice that Cassandra seems to hear it too as she watches you. Like she can hear the shards falling to the ground. And, she's unsure if she needs to warn the family that something just broke down the hall.
As you enter your room, taking in the fancy decor. It feels disgusting. The magic is gone. It's all rotten and you want it gone.
Cinderella. Cinder. Cinder.
Your tear the fabric of the dress as you take it off. Tears falling down your cheeks s you struggle against the fabric and clasp. Expensive gemstones falling to the floor as your finally rip it free.
There bruises under your dress. Finger prints on your bones. And, you're choking on air as the fabric rubs your skin as it falls to the floor. The fabric ripples like water and you hate it. You want the opposite of cool rippling water. Water drowns, and you need air.
Your skin feels to hot and each bruise burns.
Cinder. Cinder.
You're Cinderella and you crave ashes. You need air, but smoke will do instead.
Instead of letting it lay on the ground like it's dead, you throw open that grand window in your room and chuck it out the window. Watching as it flutters and falls to the grass in a heap, the breeze doing nothing to cool your anger on and underneath.
It’s not enough. Not enough. It's not going to be enough.
More. Cinderella. Give it more.
Your closet door was cracked when you left for the gala tonight. Now you break it the rest of the way and grab each hanger carrying a pretty dress in a bag and throw it over the ledge.
Still not enough. Needs more ash.
Cinderella. Cinderella.
You break you dresser as you rip out the drawers. The wood splintering as you throw it out the window and on to the pile of dresses on the night dew covered grass.
You want to throw more, but you chest is heaving and your hands are shaking. Instead you stumble out of your room with just the bruises on your skin and towards the kitchen. You don't even hear the pans and cabinets doors slamming as you search for the matches.
Before you can find your light, you find a bottle of fancy wine. One that reminded you of the smell of this night.
You grab it, not caring that another bottle falls and shatters by your feet. Drawing attention, but not yours, as you finally find the matches and wobble out the door towards your pile of soon to be ash.
Cinderella. Cinderella.
You're laughing as you shatter the bottle on to the fabric. Lighting up a single match and then throwing the entire box at it the pile.
It catches light quick and the air around you finally matches the heat under your skin.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You can barely hear Bruce's voice from behind you as your laugh. Turing to face him and the rest of the family's horrified faces at the sight of you.
You can barely restrain the giggles.
“I’m Cinderella. Cinder fucking Ella.” You spin like the little figurine you are. Like the pretty paper ballerina before she burst into flame.
Bruce rushes towards you, words spilling from his lips as terrifying thoughts fill his head at the sight of the bruises illuminating your skin.
“What happened tonight?”
“You would know if you had been there. But, you weren't. You never are.”
“Listen, you said you liked the galas-“ Excuses, excuses. You made enough for him and the rest of them in your own head that you don't want to hear more spoken out loud.
“I did! I did! But, that was when I had my father there to keep me safe.” You mock, spinning out of reach and looking at the flames.
They don't last long. The wood from your broken dresser drawers the only thing keeping the fire going. The expensive fabric not lasting long at all. Pretty things rarely ever do.
“But, no. I’m just another little one of your pawns in this family. Only you didn’t fuckin’ train me on how to fight off wandering hands. You taught me that I just had to grin and bare it.” Bitterness trips from your lips as you wipe of that sweet tasting wine from the night off your mouth.
“What happened?” His voice almost shakes. Almost, but not quite. You were the fragile one. The paper ballerina. The little Cinderella of the family.
You weren't suppose to break under his care.
But, was there any care if he let you fall from the shelf after he so haphazardiously placed you on it between uses?
“I’m not a whore.” You whisper to yourself. Words that had been dying to say to the hands that touches to tonight. Words that you wanted to shove down the throats of the strangers that pinched your skin, that gripped you too tight and too close.
“I’M NOT A WHORE!” Instead you scream it at him. Uncaring if you don't look pretty and perfect while doing it. Uncaring if your voice cracks from the way the emotion bubbles from your chest.
Startling enough, Bruce wraps his arms around you. Like he was trying to shield you. Like he was trying to keep you safe. Like he should have done. It feels awkward and tight. Your arms pressed tightly to your chest at an awkward angle. Your legs giving out at you sob and scream at him.
“Don’t touch me. Don’t you touch me. Let me go— I don’t want you to touch me.”
“I’m sorry. I’m— I’m so sorry.” His whispers over into your hair as he clutches you close. So close that you feel more bruises forming on your skin.
Cinderella. Cinderella.
“I’m not—" Your voice breaking as you wail. Like the child you are in his arms.
Through your tears you watch Dick turn away, followed by the others. Cass lingering to brush your hair back as Bruce holds you tight.
You don't see his fist clench so tight his knuckles turn white.
You don't hear the silence in the cave as Jason changes out the bullets in his gun.
You don't feel the chill in the air as Damian scouts out the fancy house.
You don't feel the fear of God that Tim puts into grown men as that watch their wealthy drain to zero before their eyes on screens.
You don't watch as Barbara makes a few calls and plants evidence of crimes that can't be covered up.
You don't see Stephanie ripping out teeth.
You don't see Duke letting Gotham go dark as terror reigns for that one long night and day.
You just see Bruce, holding you close and apologize over and over again while Alfred puts out the flames behind you.
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A/N: Yeah, I love the thought of Reader being the one to be the Socialite Wayne while everyone does vigilante stuff. But, interacting with Gotham’s elite would suck so much and so many things could go wrong.
A/N: Apologies if I missed the mark with it or if it’s all over the place.
A/N: I just really loved the imagery of standing in front of a fire of expensive burning dresses while screaming at Bruce naked as the day you were born much to the rest of the family’s horror.
#yandere batfam#yandere batfamily#batfam x reader#batfamily x reader#yandere dc#yandere batfam x reader#yandere batfamily x reader#platonic yandere batfam#platonic batfamily#socialite!reader
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cw : MDNI - S2 Arcane Act III [spoilers], parallel universe, alternate male reader, alternate Silco, slightly suggestive, top male reader, old man yaoi, mentions of nudity, chem-baron male reader, crime boss male reader, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of suicidal tendencies & thoughts, mentions of injuries, bitter sweet ending, open ended, fluff, angst, proofread. wc : 1.6k
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now playing : What Have They Done To Us (from the series Arcane League of Legends) - Mako, Grey
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prologue · epilogue ←
overview · With Silco dead and gone, it seemed as if all your strength, your will to fight, will to live — it all disappeared with him. It was as if your entire world had fallen apart all at once, that you'd been forsaken or damned by some higher power to simply live a life of constant cruelty. Just as it always has been, just as it always will be — toiling in misery as the place you once called home seemed to be burning before your eyes.
Or maybe, just maybe...it was all nothing but a bad dream.
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You woke with an abrupt gasp, a cold sweat clinging onto your body after waking from a less than pleasant dream. Your breath stuttered as you fisted against the sheets to ground yourself to reality. As your vision slowly adjusted to the darkness, it was only then that you realized you were in bed within your allotted room. As the sheets stirred beside you, a slender hand moved to run itself against your bare, scar riddled body — starting at your stomach and slowly making its way up your chest — before finally settling against where your heart resided.
“You alright?” Silcos' voice cut through the quiet air of the room, now able to hear your sudden laboured breathing. He was just barely awake at the time, but the moment he not only heard, but felt you wake in such a panic, he didn't hesitate to come to your aid. The way your heart seemed to race under his touch only worried him that much more about your current state.
“Yeah, no, I just…I just had a weird dream, that's all. Nothing to worry about, just wasn't too fond of it since, well, it seemed so real. Call me crazy, but everyone we knew was there.” You wiped a hand against your own face, still half awake yourself. One hand went up to overlap the others while another went through your hair, combing it back with your fingers balling up towards the end. After a moment or so and being able to catch your breath, you laid yourself back down, resting against the pillow propped under your head.
Silco huffed out, doing his best to sit up, maneuvering a pillow behind his back as he moved positions. “Is that so?” He knew that you were prone to having vivid dreams every now and then, and when it was something intriguing or something that kept you up, he didn't mind letting you ramble on when recalling said events.
“I was some sort of…crime boss and so were you. But you were much scarier than me,” you started, only to snicker at the thought, practically hearing the other playfully roll his eyes at your active imagination. “Though, I will say it got really depressing rather…rather fast. Lots of people got hurt, people I cared about dearly. You, you were there, and suddenly…you weren't.”
“Darling,” he called out for you, though in the moment of recalling what felt like years worth of memories shoved into one dream, you couldn't help but to continue your rant before the thoughts completely disappeared from the forefront of your mind.
“You and Vander, god,” you sighed out, brows furrowing and eyes glancing about the ceiling, as if you were trying to find the image. “You two were up in arms against each other, and I…and I just sat and watched as everything burned. Like I was helpless to it all. The kids, they — Silco, bad things happened, left and right and it was as if the world was against you, us…me? And Powder, damn it, she was so…lost, so broken, and there…there was nothing I could do to—”
Your head snapped down to your arm as you felt a hand slip into your own, squeezing it reassuringly. Your head then tilted up, looking back to your companion with a slight pout on your lips.
“I'm not going anywhere, you know that. I'll always be beside you, understand?” Silco croaked out.
You gently smiled in turn, twisting to where you were laying on your side before reaching out to cup and caress against their face. “Just as I’ll be here next to you, unmoving. My love, unwavering,” you say onto him. Your thumb gently rubbed against the scarred skin of his face, tender touches under the discolored eye you'd come to adore, all before leaning in and tenderly pressing your lips against his own.
Silco reciprocated immediately, tilting his head as his own free hand came up to the nape of your neck, slowly threading his fingers through your hair before giving it a gentle tug, humming as he felt you groan into his mouth.
Regretfully pulling away, you looked at him through half lidded eyes. Your heart throbbed within the confines of your ribcage as he looked at you with the same look he always gave you, the look that makes you fall harder for him everyday.
The look of absolute love, devotion, and admiration — the type of love you couldn't find anywhere else, the type you thought you never deserved.
But Silco knew you deserved more. You deserved the world and he'd give it to you the moment you asked, no hesitation.
Before long, the sheets were moved and your bodies were entangled. Your lips were quick to spoil and praise his skin, pressing hot, heavy kisses against his neck, slipping down to his collar, nipping away while he called your name in such a sultry tone. You practically melted. Your hands drifted to his sides, playing against his bare skin while his hands dipped and diverged, one against your back — brushing against the many scars you'd earned throughout the years — the other threading through your graying hair.
You were once again breathless, but for all the right reasons. A warmth surged through your body, swirling around your core as Silco egged you on.
Leaning up, you found yourself stealing a kiss, your tongue swiping along his bottom lip before slowly pulling away, his teeth catching your bottom and tugging it shortly after. As you two parted, you couldn't help but to stare. Oh how you adored this man, would break the world for him if he asked or demanded it. What wouldn't you do for the man you loved. “I love you…”
Peering into his heterochromic eyes, he looked back into your own, just as he looked at you across the bar all those years ago. “I love you too darling, more than you'll ever know.” He pressed his lips against your once again.
“And nothing will ever change that.”
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Your eyes shot open and your body lunged forward, gasping for air as if you'd been choking on fumes. You hacked and coughed before slamming yourself back against the brick wall you laid again, groaning as pain surged throughout the entirety of your body and a harsh banging against your temples. You could barely think in the moment, but you were awake enough to notice that you were somewhere shoved in an alley, slumped against one of its many grime covered walls.
Before you could even attempt to move again, there was a searing pain that seemed to occupy the entire left side of your body. Slowly turning your head, you gazed upon the rather harsh and horrific burns that were in your skin. A pained yell let loose from your lungs as you tried to sit up straight, the pain making your vision flash white.
The Lanes had gone to hell, devastation around every corner, and what was left for you?
Despair, destruction, it all came down and brought back nothing but misery. Something you'd been all too accustomed to.
“What a fucked up dream,” you sneered, wincing with every breath you took.” Maybe…Maybe just one good thought of him before it's lights out.” In the corner of your eye there seemed to be an eerie green glow that lit up the darkness of the Lanes. It caused you to weakly turn your head towards the product of such a glaring light. Only then, could you remember where you truly were, what you'd done.
You could do nothing but sit and watch as The Last Drop was engulfed in flames, the fire lapping at every entrance, window, and wall. You could still feel the flames that nipped at your flesh, eating away as you slumped yourself at the bar in those final moments. Everything started to make sense to you, watching Jinx as she lit the place a blaze, watching her shadow, foreign without her long hair.
The memory was too painful for her, and you didn't blame her.
You could never blame her.
You could never hate her. After all, she was your forsakened daughter, whether you acknowledged it or not. The last thing you could have imagined was her harming Silco, but in the end, you knew she couldn't have done such a thing on purpose, not when she missed him so dearly. Just as you did.
You wanted your suffering to end there, as sad as it seemed, you saw it as a means to an end. One last drink before a final goodbye.
The three people you held dearly, all three of them, gone. Only you remained, to suffer in their silence.
You couldn't remember if you dragged yourself out, or if someone else did, but as you closed your eyes, you could hear his voice encircling your mind.
“You aren't just a mutt fighting for scraps anymore. You're a hound willing to fight for what's yours. You aren't pathetic enough to put yourself down, nor has anyone had the strength or audacity to kill you. So do what you do best…and fight.”
It was as if he was right in front of you.
“Keep fighting, or I swear I'll take everything you care about and watch it burn. Keep fighting. For me…”
As the blaze that once was the Last Drop continued the burn, you couldn't help but to think rather fondly of the dream you had. “Maybe in another life, yeah?” You muttered to yourself. Staring off into the flames, you could feel the darkness seeping in, ready to take you down into the depths of unconsciousness once again.
“Maybe…what could have been.”
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a/n : thank you for suffering with me, arcane gripped my heart and I'M STILL HURTING— anywho, don't forget to like, comment, or repost! Arcane requests are open! <3
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