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bioticgoddess · 6 years ago

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Songbirds and Baby Bats (X)

(Guess who’s back...)

Series Summary: Jason Todd returns from the dead and, after the events of Under the Red Hood,he goes from Gotham to Bludhaven in search of himself…and an old friend. But getting your life back is never easy and Black Mask has enlisted the aid of Gotham’s other Crime Families as well as a few ghosts of Batman’s past. He’s coming for the Red Hood and everyone of his allies.

(I don’t own the pictures of cd828studios‘s Ian Lang as Red Hood. I own nothing. Except Wren/Amy and my OCs.

Also: Go support the kickstarter! DOOO EEEEEET.... https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1109643588/red-hood-the-fan-series-season-2/description) And now to the story...

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Part X

“I brought presents,” Red Hood chuckled, nodding at a second rucksack on the roof. He’d tucked it neatly between a set of steam vents. The questionable hidey-hole kept the back up supplies and small arsenal he’d brought safely out of sight. It wasn’t how he’d planned to get the others out of the apartment and across to the roof. But it had worked and at least they could fight with with what could theoretically be accounted for as home field advantage.

“You raided my safe house,” Nightwing’s voice was devoid of emotion, eyes narrowed and brows thin. The domino mask showed more of the thinly veiled irritation than expected.

One of the bullets from Slade’s own side arm whizzed past. Interrupting what had otherwise promised to be a proper brotherly debate. An argument much like the one they once had over a bedroom in Wayne Manor. “Well time to go,” Jason countered abruptly as Wren scooped up the rucksack and darted past them towards the far side of the roof.

They could hear the cord bend as Dustan ran along it. “Oh right,” Wren grinned, fishing a shuriken from the bag. Her fingers grazing the pouches of what had been her old utility bet. Flipping it across the back of her fingers, she cast a quick look over her shoulder behind them. “One, two, three,” each count felt like an eternity as the assassins made their way across the city ravine between buildings. A flick of her wrist, and the shuriken flew. It sliced through the line just ahead of Dustan.

“You wanna hand me that,” Nightwing asked, sliding over a steam vent. With a grin, he held out his hand for the rucksack. One of his bird-shaped shuriken flew past, driving itself into the vent he was mean to barrel roll over. It was not a good day. To top it off, as the trio moved over and around the roof, the weapons from their stolen utility belts flew past.

Looping the trio of belts over her arm, Wren pulled them free and passed him the bag. Her old apparatus had been less elegant. A utility belt with thigh holsters and pouches. Snapping the main belt around her waist as she slid behind cover, Wren chuckled. Fastening the other buckles in place, she elbowed the Red Hood playfully. “Thanks for these,” she tapped the fully loaded pouches. Jason hadn’t just raided Dick’s supplies, he’d armed his friends (and himself) for bear.

Across the way, behind another vent, Dick was fastening his own gear in place. It was his generation-one escrima sticks, harness, and utility belt. The design was based on his old Robin gear, save for the holsters he’d cobbled together for the escrima sticks. Those were modified from a design he’d seen in an old Kung Fu movie. Leave it to Dick Grayson to find inspiration in a campy film. Fully loaded utility belt and back up weapons in place, he sent the backpack - whose remaining contents were exclusively ammo for Red Hood – flying across the open space between their covers. Two more shuriken, both carved to look like birds, nicked the heavy canvas bag.

All they lacked were the tasers that both Nightwing and Wren carried – the ones in his regular escrima sticks and those in her gauntlets. Wren caught the now lighter bag as Jason popped up, both side arms in hand, “Stay down babe,” and let a series of rounds fly over the top of the HVAC unit that he and Wren had ducked behind. He was pointed to their 6-o’clock, engaging Deathstroke as the the orange and black clad assassin tucked in beside a curved vent.

Rolling her eyes, she looked across to Nightwing. Deliberately, he set a hand mirror against the corner of a pallet fillet with construction materials. Glancing at it, the veteran could see Dustan’s approach. He was more heavily armored than his lithe frame and build had suspected. The wisp of a man was creeping down the center approach. They weren’t sure if it was a conscious choice or part of a plan with Slade to try and flank the trio. No, to flank JASON. He cursed softly, slipping a trio of shuriken between the fingers of his right hand. Wren followed his lead, two kunai coming out of a pouch on her right leg.

He flashed the countdown on his left hand, eyes flitting between the mirror and his friends. 3 – 2 – 1, zero.

The second his fist was up they sprang out of their respective hiding places. Momentum and years of practice sending the weapons flying through the air as they changed positions. Now Wren, when she PK rolled to the far side of the HVAC unit he’d been behind, had eyes on Dustan. They heard someone cry out in pain and, eyes on a mirror she pulled from her belt, Wren grinned – one of her kunai stuck out the man’s thigh. It had sunk in half way up the blade and, reflexively she gave a thumbs up to the boys.

Resetting, her flitting between the mirror and the two former Robins, it was Wren’s turn for the countdown. Throwing weapons in hand, even Jason shifted along his established firing line – keeping his back to the others. 3 – 2 – 1. Zero.

They didn’t swap places with the throw. Not exactly. It was the start of their retreat to the roof’s edge fifty feet away. They needed to clear the heavy machines and construction supplies on the rooftop. Sending Dustan off balance, trying to evade the hail of shuriken and kunai, gave them a chance to move to the next cover points. Jason’s suppressing fire was keeping Deathstroke from making much ground towards them – right until he ran out of ammo. “Shit,” he cursed as Wren and Nightwing slid into their new cover positions.

That was his queue. Jason plucked a trio of smoke pellets from one of the utility pockets in his jacket and sent them flying. It was a like a cascade, each one hitting the ground a few seconds after the others until all three burst, sending up a wall of smoke that overwhelmed the rooftop. It startled their captors and would be killers, neither was prepared for the smoke. Not the way Jason employed it. He’d used several different chemical compositions in his smoke pellets. They yielded a cloud of smoke that cartoonishly heavy and seemed to have a bluish-gray tint to it.

As Slade and Dustan coughed heavily, still trying to close in on the vigilantes, the distinct explosions from grappling guns echoed around them. Even with the smoke blinding them, the two assassins knew their prey was being drawn across the sky - hands wrapped tightly around their escape tools.

Jason took up the rear guard, letting a half-length develop between himself and the others. He needed the lead time right now, if anything happened. He was sure they were being tracked by the other two. It’s what he’d do. Knew it was what Dustan - the Intermediary - would absolutely do. It was part of how he’d earned his reputation as one of Ra’s most reliant weapons. That was it. They’d been thinking about Dustan backwards the entire time! He wasn’t a member of the league, he was a weapon, a tool, not a person. “Slade’s more human than that...virus,” he snorted.

As their feet finally hit the steel garters of what happened to be the same building where Barbara’s tirade had nearly killed him. Skidding along one of the support beams, he hooked an arm around Amy’s waist, “You okay?”

“Nothing a hot bath and some yoga won’t fix,” she winked. The way yoga rolled off her tongue, the curl off her lips, it sent a shiver up Jason’s spine. Behind his helmet a giddy grin spread, ear to ear. Moments like this made their fight – Bruce’s goddamned Crusade – worth fighting. He squeezed the Irish woman in a sidelong hug, forgetting the weight of their current situation.

Then Dick groaned, the eye roll audible with every syllable, “Could you two, y’know, do this later? Maybe after we deal with the assassins trying to turn us into a paycheck? I’d really like to maybe survive long enough to, oh, see sunrise.” He was leaning heavily against one of the upright garters, muscle fatigue catching up with him. The hours spent in Deathstroke and Dunstan's custody felt like days thanks to how they’d been restrained. Their patrols beforehand hadn’t been particularly gentle and, to top it off, the sun was starting to rise. They had precious little time to get to shelter or deal with two assassins. Neither seemed particularly likely in their current state

“I hate it when you’re right,” Jason hissed through his voice modulator. Bless Dick Grayson’s heart. It sucked that his warning came too late.

Dustan came from above, the flats of his heavily booted feet slamming into Jason’s chest and sending

him flying backwards off the garter. It was like a bad flashback. At least this time he didn’t fall half as far he could have. His back hit a completed level of floor several dozen feet below. Pulling Amy with him, they twisted and he did manage to landed in a way that this chest cushioned her fall. Both of them gasped hard, roping apart quickly as the assassin fell heavily between them. If they hadn't done so, it was a certainty that the weight and force of his body would would have snapped bones and crushed organs. Neither wanted to experience that.

It wasn't looking good. They were all three tired and hurt. Well, Jason was hurting not so much hurt. The impact had, however, knocked out the sensors in his helmet’s HUD. Rolling onto his knees and popping back up, faster than he should have, he yanked off his helmet. The motion practically tore the secondary mask off his face. Chucking the dead red egg aside he received a momentary sensory overload. He could hear the clash above him of Slade’s sword edge against Dick’s escrima sticks. Heard Amy call out to him at the same time he heard the clasp sheathing one of Dustan's co-opted shuriken come undone.

Ducking, he spun on his heels and slammed the back of his right forearm into the other man’s midsection. The sharp weapon clattering to the concrete. At the same time, as he rose, he brought his left knee up and drove it hard into the assassin's face. It caught him in the left cheekbone and jaw. There was a soft crunch but not enough to make Jason believe he’d done any more than crack of partially fracture the man’s skull.

When the now injured attacker stumbled back, one hand cupped over the side of his face, Jason finished wheeling around and dropped into a defensive position. Arms raised, he stood ready to take whatever attempt at any sort of brawl that Dustan thought might stand up to him. Come hell or high water he was gonna put this kid down. He didn’t care. He’d gone after two of the people that Jason considered off limits. One more than the other but all the same. No one got to kill the other Robins except for him; if it came to it. “Well, what are you waiting for,” he grumbled, jaw set.

Dragging the back of his left arm across his mouth, Ra’s’ pet smeared the rivulet’s of blood that trickled down from his nose and mouth. The hit from Red Hood had managed to do some damage, more perhaps than either man realized. They both heard the electric charges in the gloves hum to life as Dustan clicked them on. The blood stained toothy grin cracking across his face sent a momentary chill down Jason’s spice. Voice devoid of emotion, he answered, “You are no longer protected dead little bird.”

The exchanged blows, Jason determined to stay out of any potential grapples while electricity arced and cracked off of them. The hair on his neck and face standing at attention every time the strikes came too close or he was unable to push his defense out in time. Even by Dick’s standards the battle was balletic.

Strangely, however, Deathstroke was retreating. He’d seen both Wren and Red Hood hit the concrete and witness the chance missed that Dustan had once had to kill them both. Then another when the Red Hood had smashed his knee into the other man’s face. Chuckling to himself and kicking Nightwing’s legs out from under him, he sheathed his sword. “Perhaps another time boy wonder. I’ll call us even and you can keep your head.”

Winded, Dick shouted, “You’re not getting away!”

“Don’t test your luck child.” The barrel of his hand gun pointed between Nightwing’s eyes. Deathstroke backed along their current combat platform - a steel framed grate. Eyes fixed on the younger vigilante, crouched and sucking in breaths heavily, “We’ll settle this another time.” His voice was heavy and warning.

A sickening crack reached their ears. Nightwing broke eye contact and looked down to the floor. Jason was on his back, Dustan straddling him. The two where fighting for position and the control of the other man’s arms. Amy was half a dozen feet away and moving slowly from where she’d landed earlier to get back on her feet. “Shit. Deathstroke, I-” The orange and black clad man was long gone when he returned his attention to the spot across from him. “Dammit.”

The gloves grazed Jason’s cheek and he yowled. He’d have to have words with Wren later about the voltage and simultaneously be thankful for the foresight he’d had to put electrical resistance in his gear. A thing his squishy flesh lacked, entirely. It hurt, burning and shocking his system. He felt muscles seize and his body go tense.

“I always complete my contracts,” Dustan hissed down at him, bloody spittle spraying the side of Jason’s face as he turned aside.

Teeth gritted, watching him from the corner of his eyes, Jason taunted, “First time for everything.”

Thunk-kunk.

“Feck off,” Wren heaved as the assassin reared up. Her last two kunai were half buried in his unprotected sides. She’d hit the ground wrong when she drove out of the way of his drop. While she’d been spared the blunt force trauma, she’d smacked the side of her head into a trough of other construction supplies hard enough to see stars. They’d all had it happen in the field before, however, this had been her first time. It had taken her longer than expected to recover, let alone get a good line of sight on what was otherwise an easier target.

After all, anything engaged in hand-to-hand with the boys was something she and Barbara had often considered stationary targets. Even the current Robin, Tim Drake, had developed the bad habit of trying to out-grapple an opponent. This time the daze, however, had nearly gotten Jason killed. As Dustan turned away from the other vigilante, irreverently and enraged, he found and tore the knives from his flesh. “I knew I should have killed you you mewling wretch!”

That was his last mistake.

Back turned to Jason, visibly unaware of Dick’s current combat situation, and his attention laser focused on Amy he charged the woman. All he cared about was the stumbling and unbalanced woman trying keep out of his reach. Mid charge, he crumbled to his knees. It was eerily reminiscent of Owen Selkirk’s assassination. This time, however, there was no follow up shot. Instead, Dustan reached up to the hole blow in his chest.

Wren had backed into a support beam. The same panic from that night weeks ago bubbled up to her as she watched their would be killer bleed. Her eyes were fixed on his blood soaked hands, her kunai falling from them to the concrete as he tried to stop up the wound. She missed Jason’s own Dunstan's head until it moved sharply to the side and crack.

“What the hell just happened,” demanded Dick as he finally finished the climb from his bizarre fight with Deathstroke. He’d just given up and something about that was fishy. Right now, however, he needed to take care of his family. He resisted the urge to rip Jason a new one for snapping the remaining assassin's neck. It had been, at minimum, overkill considering the chest wound. Something he was starting to suspect that Deathstroke had done. Wouldn’t have been the first time their long time adversary had done something like that instead of killing one of them.

Crouching beside the one corpse they had, he relieved it of their looted gear. In the process, he could see Jason out of his peripheral vision The resurrected Robin had crossed to Amy. They were speaking soft and furtive, as he checked her neck and head for any visible injury. “I’m sorry,” was the only full sentence he heard.

“We need go go,” Dick warned, carefully peeling the electrified gauntlets form their dead assassin’s hands. “Security or cops will be on the way.”

An explosion pierced the night, practically punctuating Grayson’s observation. None of them needed to look behind them to know Deathstroke had just sanitized the safe house and Dustan occupied. Probably took out the whole floor in the process.

Extricating himself from Wren’s side, Jason walked over to his derelict helmet. Fixing this was going to be a pain, but it’d keep him busy. “Let’s go then,” he grumbled, everything hurt and he wanted a bath and sleep. Silent nods and the soft explosions of the grappling guns was enough to communicate agreement. They weren’t finished with this, even if The Intermediary now lay dead in a Bludhaven construction site.

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irregularjohnnywiggins · 8 years ago

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My Pitch for how to rewrite Arrow.

So, a while back, after me and my brother had a chin-wagging session on why Arrow was a legitimately terrible show after Season 2, I decided to do a little think piece: say I was tasked with rebooting Arrow a couple of years down the line. How would I do it? What would I change (a lot)? What would I keep the same (not a lot)? I decided to sit down and write out a basic outline for a rewritten Arrow Season 1.

...two weeks, 2000+ words and another basic outline for Season 2 later, I am pleased to present my pitch for Arrow Season 1 under the cut to anyone who might give a shit.

WARNINGS for: discussion of violence, mental health and swearing.

The first season is almost exactly the same as Arrow, but with a few not that big rather large differences

1. First off, no Felicity. You could probably bend her characterization into something likeable, but it would just be too much work for too little payoff.

Seriously, if we need someone to do hacker bits? Oracle is right there, you guys.

2. More overtly a Robin Hood story-Team Arrow are the Merry Men, Malcolm Merlyn is the Sherriff of Nottingham, some episodes are entirely ripped from lesser-known Robin Hood stories, etc. (Full disclosure: this is mainly because I love Robin Hood, and will fight to the death to have another good Robin Hood show for this generation)

3. Have Oliver be explicitly an SJW. I say this because Arrow really lost something the instant it turned Oliver into just another Batman clone. If I may reference a comic I haven’t read (yet) I think one of the most interesting (and easily incorporated) elements of the Rebirth story is Oliver coming to terms with the idea that he can’t really ‘fuck the man’ if he is ‘the man’, and it could also give Thea something to do besides be all ‘self-destructive teen’-and also it’s a great way to introduce Roy.

4. In addition, have Merlyn be an actual morally opposed antagonist. Maybe have Tommy bring up that Merlyn could do anything to help the people of the Glades and be more faithful to his mother’s memory, but it’s easier for him to pretend that he’s ‘curing’ the city by getting rid of the poor people.

5. And for God’s sake, don’t have Oliver open up a nightclub in the middle of a dilapidated area that needs literally anything except another fucking nightclub. Like… anything. Hell, have him open up a soup kitchen that also gives out really expensive clothes he doesn’t need any more, and have Moira be all ‘but charity? What is the SJW bullshit?’

Thus Thea’s whole ‘I work at a law firm except now I run a nightclub aren’t I a caring soul?’ becomes ‘I worked at a law firm and now I run a soup kitchen because this will actually help people.’

6. But the biggest change has to be to Black Canary.

So, when Oliver returns from the island Laurel is… different. For one thing, she’s going by Dinah now. She’s also got a new personal trainer (Wildcat), and… that scene in episode 2 when China White attacks them? Dinah kicks ass.

But that’s not the only thing that surprises him.

See, when he goes to strike the first name off the list-a name, I may remind you, that Dinah is suing in court to no real effect-he runs into complications.

Complications in the form of an apparent thief named Black Canary.

See, Dinah’s been doing this Daredevil shtick for a while now. Apparently she compulsively activated her meta-gene in grief after her sister’s death, and the Canary Cry is actually effective in this-the Canary Cry in the comics can take out Wondy if she’s not prepared, so we’re talking that level of effectiveness.

Why she decided to be a vigilante is up for debate-maybe she actually has a Daredevil-esque ‘I trusted in the law, and it screwed everything up, so fuck it, I’mma do it myself!’ or maybe she found out her mother was the first Black Canary and took up the mantle (or both. Both is good)

Regardless, she’s here to hack into Hunt’s computers and release a ton of info onto the web to use in her case against him. Oliver’s here to hack in and give the money Hunt stole back to the people.

Neither of them mention this.

They fight.

Dinah wins (of course)

And thus, for more or less the first half of the first season, both of these dorks are convinced that they’re having a ‘Batman/Catwoman’ style romance, with the other one as Catwoman.

They arrive in more or less the same area, they trade witty banter, they both somehow get what they want despite the other person opposing them, rinse and repeat.

Even better, Oliver goes to Dinah in her civilian identity in like Episode 3. So Dinah starts thinking ‘maybe he’s not so bad after all’. So she starts pulling her punches. Which results in Oliver sometimes winning (rarely, but sometimes). Which results in him thinking that it has more to do with his skills than it probably does.

Meanwhile, out of costume, Oliver and Dinah exchange as much flirty banter as in costume. Like, sometimes it’s the exact same flirty banter.

Diggle, after he joins Oliver, immediately susses out who Black Canary is based purely on the flirty banter, and spends the rest of the first half of the season constantly going HOW HAVE THESE TWO NOT FIGURED IT OUT YET?

7. The mid-season finale has GA and BC fighting Merlyn, wherein a) they both discover who the other is and b) Oliver gets sure-fire proof that Moira is involved in the Undertaking

8. This leads to Dinah and Diggle both telling Oliver to give the evidence to Lance (who has been hunting for both of them, but keeps on hinting that he knows who Black Canary, at least, is) but Oliver is all ‘but she’s my mom.’

9. And because Diggle and Dinah are having none of that shit, Dinah goes to her dad and he starts investigating Moira.

Oliver is not happy.

They fight.

Dinah wins (of course)

10. Oliver spends about three episodes brooding about this, until Diggle, Thea (unknowingly) and Dinah kick his ass back into gear (This is also where we get the majority of the island flashbacks, which, btw: almost the same, but no Slade and more Yao Fei and Shado.)

11. Tommy finds out who GA and BC are (how I’m undecided on. Maybe Dinah tells him, maybe Oliver does, maybe he figures it out on his own, idk) and agrees to help investigate his dad, because Team Arrow figure that Malcolm has to be involved.

Btw, Tommy’s been working in the soup kitchen because Oliver’s paying him and he, at least at the start, thinks he can convince Ollie to give up this weird SJW thing he’s got going on and go back to being a partyer

This all changes when he meets one Roy Harper, because Roy is basically him but with no money and an even bigger chip on his shoulder (also Native American cos I’ll be fucked if anyone gets whitewashed in my fucking Green Arrow show)

Basically for every scene the show devoted to that fucking love triangle I want a scene of Tommy and Roy being bros.

12. Moira isn’t convinced to out the Undertaking by Oliver tricking her, but by Oliver confronting her at the same time as Tommy confronts Malcolm, and the two giving more or less the same speech eviscerating the notion that the Undertaking is good for anyone.

Seriously, I want full on Marxist, socio-economic and class-based ideas being raised. I want this to be so overtly political that newsgroups will be talking about it for years. You wanna prove comic books aren’t just for kids anymore? Have an adult conversation about the world comic book Green Arrow would want us to live in, and see the conservative nerd sites explode.

For a bonus, have Malcolm talk like a commentator on Fox News, all ‘entitled poor people’ and ‘benefit thieves’ and ‘they shouldn’t be born poor if they didn’t want to get killed by an earthquake machine’.

13. Ultimately, the speech convinces Moira that she needs to turn over everything on the Undertaking to the authorities, and convinces Malcolm that Tommy just doesn’t understand his plan, and that he needs to start it right away.

14. From then on, the finale goes more or less as it goes in canon, with one major exception: Oliver and Dinah are both there when Tommy dies.

15. But before we get on to that, a word about the Green Arrow and killing:

Now, straight up front, I prefer my heroes to not kill if they can help it.

I do have caveats to that belief (e.g. I am in general agreement with @bluefall-returns‘ stance that Superman and Batman’s ‘killing is okay as long as it’s not humans’ ethos is… problematic, to say the least, and Wondy’s whole ‘don’t attack until you first talk, but if someone is a proven threat and killing is your only option, make sure they aren’t getting up afterwards’ is such a refreshing concept that I even incorporated it into the morality of one of my main characters) but on the whole, a superhero like Green Arrow, who stands for a specific set of real-world beliefs, shouldn’t kill unless absolutely necessary, and certainly not admit that he enjoys doing it (seriously, wtf Guggenheim?)

That being said, I will acknowledge that Oliver should kill at the start of the series. That only makes sense. He’s got fucking PTSD for fuck’s sake. Of course he’s reacting the way he did on the island.

But – and here’s the key thing – YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THE PTSD!

YOU DON’T HAVE YOUR ‘LOVE INTEREST’ MAKING JOKES AT YOUR EXPENSE ABOUT FUCKING ‘FANTASY ISLAND’!

YOU DON’T HAVE HER ACTING ALL CLUELESS AS TO WHY YOU’RE OPPOSED TO KILLING NOW!

YOU DON’T HAVE PEOPLE BEAT YOUR MAIN CHARACTER DOWN FOR MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES AND CALL HIM AN ASSHOLE IF HE RESPONDS NEGATIVELY TO TRIGGERS!

I APPARENTLY HAVE TO TELL PROFESSIONAL WRITERS THAT PTSD ISN’T SOMETHING THAT CAN JUST SOME AND GO AS IT PLEASES

I’S SO FUCKING STUPFOWRBUORVN PNFWEONVOEWVN OWRENVORENVREO

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…sorry

Anyway, have Oliver go to Dinah for help, because hey, she took an elective in psychiatry in college, maybe? (I don’t know how American school works)

(That may seem a bit too Mary Sue for some of you, but I say that if Batman can be a detective/ninja/billionaire/whatever else, and TV!Ollie can be a member of the Russian Mob before he even comes back to the city and no-one questions it, the fucking Black Canary can be a therapist if I want her to be. Also, at the very least it’s from a piece of comic book media (Young Justice) and associated with the right character, which already puts it ahead of anything Error has done with its female characters.)

So Ollie stops killing people after a while (which, for bonus points, removes a lot of the ‘WHAT WERE YOU THINKING’ from the Huntress episode)

(Yes, episode, because the second episode was pointless and I hate it.)

16. So, anyway, that happens. Thus, when Ollie fights Merlyn, it’s less external ‘will Tommy forgive me if I kill his dad’ and more Batman style ‘if I kill him, will I be able to stop/will I go back to what I was before?’

I still haven’t figured this out, btw. If Oliver kills him, then events proceed as they do in the show and Oliver is left with the realisation that killing Merlyn didn’t do anything except add another casualty to this insane plot. If Oliver lets Merlyn live, everything Merlyn does in later seasons are things Oliver could have stopped in this moment.

17. Where’s Dinah during this fight? Simple: she’s helping the evacuation of the Glades, because she may be able to help with the fight, but both her and Oliver know that’s secondary to getting the people to safety, and Merlyn’s all kinds of right wing shite, so it’s reasonable to assume he’s also sexist (he probably isn’t, but they assume he is) and so more willing to fight just Green Arrow than just Black Canary.

18. But, yeah, back to the angst.

19. So, Tommy dies. More importantly, Tommy does not die propping up Green Canary, because killing off people and having their final moments be about propping up another ship is a terrible idea. So, no, Tommy dies exactly as he does in canon, but with Oliver and Dinah there, and they both get closure.

20. The result is Oliver doesn’t just go fuck off to Lian Yu, but instead walks up to Dinah after Tommy’s funeral and is all ‘This city is going to go down the shitter. Thousands of people are now homeless, the rich bastards (Dinah ‘you know it’s not healthy to speak about yourself in the third person’) are gonna be trying to get as much of the opportunity pie as they can, and on top of all of that, we need to find out just how many of them were involved in this. It’s gonna be a hell of a job. You up for it?’

21. Dinah smiles. It’s simultaneously beautiful and dangerous.

22. ‘I thought you’d never ask’ she says.

So, that’s my idea. I’ll freely admit this isn’t complete, nor is it perfect - I didn’t really have many ideas for Detective Lance other than ‘Commissioner Gordon meets Sam Vimes’, which doesn’t really come across here, and my lack of knowledge about Roy Harper beyond Arrow and Young Justice (both of which I’ve been reliably told by @oathkeptroxas are not good representations of his character) lead me to be unsure of what to do with him, but I just wanted to get this idea off my chest. Thanks for listening to my rambles, and if you have any questions, ask what you will.

#green arrow #anti arrow #anti olicity #rewrite #fanfic #black canary #tommy merlyn #roy harper #morality #heroism #sjw superheroes #fixing arrow

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canaryatlaw · 8 years ago

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So today was pretty good! It seems as long as I can succeed in dragging my ass out of bed I'll actually feel good and have a positive day, as opposed to staying in bed all day and then ultimately feeling like crap. Who knew? Meh, probably most people. But today was good. I woke up to my alarm at 7 and debated for approximately 1 minute staying in bed with the excuse that I was still sick and it was very tempting, but I pushed through because NO I had to go to work, and so I did. I just don't want to get a reputation for being unreliable when I work so hard to get a reputation as being a hard worker. So to work I went. I had a few new assignments on my desk, including setting up a phone interview with a kid who's in a juvenile correctional facility somewhere downstate, so I called them and then was told I had to fax over an interview request with what time I wanted and what number to call. Okay, so I informed the attorney who gave me the assignment this, and she said to go ahead and type up an interview request and fax it over, and I was just like, so, I don't know how to work a fax machine....😂😂 it's not like I've never been in a situation before that required me to fax something, but I've never been in one that actually gave me access to a fax machine- because you can fax things over the Internet and I've always done that, lol. So the lawyer laughed and said I could ask the paralegal and he would show me. Okay, so I type it up all fancy and ask the paralegal, who takes me to the dinosaur of a fax machine they have and shows me how to work it, and I have to admit I was kind of fascinated by it. Like, you call a number basically and it transmits a paper message? That's kind of nuts, lol. So it took us 3 tries I think, but we got it to go through, so I was pleased with that. Then I left a message for a worker to call me back on another form I had to fill out. These events may be somewhat out of sequence, but sometime around then my supervisor asked if I wanted to go down for a benchmark hearing with her, which is basically just the client, who's over 18, sitting down with a judge and trying to basically get everything in place for them before they age out of the system at 21. It was pretty interesting, kid seems to be doing pretty well for himself, the judge seemed to think so. My supervisor was just like "yeah the only issue is he just smoked a ton of weed" but of course didn't say that to the judge haha but at that point I kind of laughed and was like, who doesn't at this point?? Lol. She had anther one a bit later so I went back to my office in the mean time. Then, for the first time since getting this office, my phone rings, and I go aha! My phone must be working right! So I answer it and no, it's the lady that's in charge of phones and voicemails and originally told me that the number listed on my phone might be the wrong number. So I go to her office and she hands me my voicemail info, including my extension, which is very clearly NOT the number written on the damn phone- the number that I had been giving out on every message I left people to call me back at and in the damn fax for them to call for the interview. Face palm. How the fuck was I supposed to know?? So I go inform the lawyers of this, and they thought it was hilarious haha and they figured they must've just taken the phone from another office and stuck it in there with the wrong extension. So this meant I had to type up another letter to send to juvie saying actually don't call that number call this number, then attempted to fax it over myself and I was successful in doing so, so I felt proud of myself for learning a new skill, lol. Around then I went down with my supervisor for the second benchmark, which we weren't terribly confident was actually going to happen. It was for the girl in the TLP placement we visited last week who had just gotten a new worker who started on Monday, and I called and left a message for about taking her to court on Wednesday, and she had several other ways to know she had to take her, but nope, didn't show. So we go down and talk to the court coordinator, apparently the worker that just quit had the benchmark the hour before who also didn't show so they kind of figured this would happen, but my attorney called and confirmed she was in her placement, and was told they "thought it got moved to another day." So she wasn't terribly satisfied with that answer and filed a motion to compel, which is basically just a way of being like "you're not doing your job so here's a court order ordering you to do your job or be held in contempt" so we got another date and hopefully this time they'll bring her. Went back upstairs, and I took a lunch break around then, then after lunch called back the other person I left a message for and they picked up this time and were like "oh I'm so sorry I didn't get to call you back yet" and I was like "oh no that's okay I'm just calling because I left you the wrong number to call back" 😂😂 so at least it was comical. I knew during the afternoon the office had an ICWA training all the attys had to go to (legal vocabulary review: if you were around for last year you may remember ICWA- the Indian child welfare act- being the subject of my second semester legal writing trial brief, so I actually know quite a bit about the subject. And yes, Indian is the legal term used.) but I didn't have to go since I'm not an atty of course, and apparently it was about a bunch of new rules for it and it didn't sound particularly interesting, so while everyone was at that (everyone except for our courtroom, but more on that later) I finished up the TPR prep I've been working on for the last few weeks, and ended up making everything in chronological order so there was a nice neat timeline even though the documents definitely weren't in chronological order at all, but it's just so much nicer than that, and I try to be impressive. But yeah, then suddenly I was out of work, and there wasn't a damn attorney in the entire office to go to for work. Lol, whoops. I had read fic through lunch so I went to play candy crush for a while just for a bit of a brain relaxer, and at some point spoke with the paralegal about possibly waiting with a kid who was supposed to come to our office while he was in a phone staffing, but the kid never showed- this is the case from Monday and the reason the lawyer across from me was down in court instead of in the training. So, quick refresher, kid got placed with mom on an emergency basis after originally being removed (but not made a ward of the court and actually taken into care) because she could never get him to school on time. Well, guess where else she can't get him on time???? COURT. They didn't end up showing, at all, lol, and everyone else did- dad, grandma, who was now taking out her anger on dad's attorney and apparently they had to call in an extra sheriff to make sure nothing went awry in their little conference room 😂😂😂 bitches be crazy man. And I'm just like, has mom even got the kid to school on time in the last two days? And the lawyers like nah probably not. Like damn lady, I don't understand what's going on here lol. So kid is still placed with mom and they vacated the order without prejudice, waiting to have a full hearing on it on another day when mom can actually be there. It's just an interesting legal conundrum because at trial the judge specifically listed the failure to get the kids to school on time as the neglect factors, but now we're consenting to place the kid back with mom while the problem hasn't been rectified- because it's probably in the best interest of the child, rather than pulling him into foster care. It sounds like a hypothetical one of my profs would come up with, and I'm not sure if there's a right answer really, but that's what it was for today anyway. My supervisor returned to the office and gave me some work for tomorrow because she's gonna be out on visits for a while. Headed out right at 5, and actually got to talk to one of the new law clerks. They all started Monday, there's like 6 of them haha but I didn't have to go through orientation or anything obviously so I don't know any of them yet. Got on the bus and made it home by 6:30, made oatmeal for dinner and tried to make hard boiled eggs in my rapid egg cooker but the little pin you're supposed to use to poke a whole in the egg actually cracked the entire egg open on me, then in the process the other one fell on the floor and cracked open, and I only had one egg left in the fridge, so I just kind of abandoned that idea and got ready to watch the Arrow finale. I didn't really have too many expectations going in being that I don't feel terribly invested in this season at all, or most of the characters at this point, but Nyssa was gonna be in the episode and so was black siren so that was enough to peak my interest. I was back on the showgo app and live tweeting from there because Katrina Law was watching with us on there, and she replied to several of my posts which was amusing. The episode itself was pretty good I guess, good fight scenes and god I hope Malcolm is really dead because I'm so fucking read for that SOB to die already. The Nyssa vs. Talia showdown was way too short IMO, but of course there was no doubt that Nyssa was gonna come out on top, though I wasn't sure if she was actually going to kill her sister, but apparently she was going there (I'm also amused at how the neck twist has become the easy kill on this show in just about all situations). I didn't doubt Slade's allegiance to Oliver for a second, I knew he was going along with him and they had a plan. I'm sad we didn't get to see more of black siren, though her small showdown with "Dinah" was cool to see at least. I mean, I was generally rooting for team arrow, but in that specific fight between the two of them, I was definitely rooting for black siren. It's always been very obvious to me that one way or another Chase wasn't coming out of this alive, I mean the guy is clearly suicidal AF and really just wanted Oliver to kill him. I have to say, plugging the entire damn island with C-4 set to go off when he died was a pretty brilliant plan though. It wasn't really feeling all the dramatic moments of Oliver's selective moral superiority and being like "no I'm different now" because I refuse to kill this one person when you've killed how many people this season Oliver??? Pffffft. I knew he was gonna have to get create if he actually wanted Chase to tell him where William was, because clearly fighting him wasn't working, so I was glad when he finally showed up. I wasn't terribly concerned about that little move he had where it was gonna be "William or everyone else" because I was like meh Oliver is obviously gonna get out of it and he did, then there's just poor fucking William and he's probably so damn confused like what the hell is going on the green arrow is my dad and what??????? Lol, poor kid. But then of course Chase goes and shoots himself, because like I said he was one suicidal SOB, and it ends with Lian-Yu blowing up (which to that particular action I was like, about time man) but like, that's not even a good cliffhanger because we know they're not gonna kill off their entire damn cast????? Like obviously they're going to have a way to survive it, so I'm not concerned about that like, at all. I wasn't feeling the Oliver/Moira call all that much, like I was feeling it for Moira because I can imagine what she was feeling but for Oliver I was like, dude, you really could've done this at any point in the past 3 seasons and you didn't, so I don't have much sympathy for you. But yeah, then it was over and it's only 8 pm, lol, so I hop over to Hulu to watch the new episode of The Handmaid's Tale, which I actually liked a lot, mostly because it was focused pretty much entirely on Luke and I found that a lot more compelling really, so I'm very interested to see what the resistance is doing and how that's gonna effect the story. Then I finished the last episode of season 3 of Kimmy Schmidt, which was pretty good. Her arc kind of felt like a repeat of the first two seasons except this time it was college, but it was still mostly enjoyable. I feel like Titus only ever gets half an arc, like I always feel like he ends up unfinished. So when I finished that I was trying to figure out what to watch, and I decided to go for the new show that just popped up on Netflix and caught my eye called The Keepers, which is a true crime documentary series about the murder of a nun, and the tag line said something about it happening after she confronted a priest about a sex abuse scandal, so that peaked my interest. So I watched the first episode, and I was probably distracted but I wasn't really that into it, but I get that the first episode necessarily has to be mostly exposition to set up the rest of the season, so they mostly just had to get the facts out. So I'll keep watching for now at least. And yeah, that was pretty much my day. Not bad, I'd say. Hopefully tomorrow will be the same. The calendar is ordering lunch for everybody because it's one of the attorney's birthday, so that should be fun. And I have PT at night but it's not till 7, which means I don't have to take an expensive and rushed uber ride home to make it, so that makes me feel better. Okay, enough blabbing, it's already late and I should get to bed now. Goodnight my lovelies. Happy being 3/5ths through with the week.

#daily journal #May 2017 #I feel like this month has lasted forever

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“She is going to die.”

He was dreaming again. How bothersome, meet a random strange girl once and have dreams where she gives cryptic messages for the next month. This time she was sitting on a rock wearing a light blue sun dress, long blonde hair free and flowing in the wind. Her blue eyes sparkled as she smiled, not matching what she had said.

“ ‘She’? ” he asked her, crossing his arms and leaning against a tree. To be fair, he had only had this strange vision dreams a few times from her, and she had not been wrong yet. The girl smiled, nodding. Even if he didn’t say he understood, she knew he knew to whom she was referring to.

“And why should I stop ‘her’ from dying? Whoever she is?” he asked, genuinely worried but not letting her see it. But the girl knew anyway, sensing his emotions.

“Because you need your darling apprentice, she’s no use to you dead,” she smirked, knowing he would have to respond to that. While the apprentice part was not true, he still hoped it would be soon.

“How do I keep her alive?” he asked, resigned.

“Don’t let her fall for starters. Or at least catch her if she does,” he was about to ask when and where she would fall, but the girl smiled and snapped her fingers, ending the dream and causing him to jerk up in bed, seeing the clock read about half past four in the morning. Wide awake and unable to sleep with this new knowledge, he sat on the edge of his bed, head in his hands. He had been planning a heist that day, should he put it off? But he wouldn’t see her otherwise, was she going to fall while trying to fight him? How could she fall, she could fly for crying out loud! Although when he and the blonde had first met she had told him something was wrong, she was losing control of her powers and he would have to help her train and grow stronger or else she could end up killing herself.

He ran a hand through his short white hair, though it was not white from age. Across the room a mirror showed a tall man, young and strong in body but his eye much older. A new chance at life with all the experience of the past. But the new body was not completely new, it held old scars, including his right eye. The scars reminded him he could never completely escape the past, his mistakes and regrets. It was only recently he had begun regretting things. It had started just before he had met that girl… what did she call herself again? The Shepardess. Whatever that was suppose to mean. It sounded like she should be taking care of animals or little children, herding things together.

‘Well,’ he thought, ‘might as well start the day.’ With that in mind, he stood, dressing and leaving the room to train and get something to eat before prepping for the big crime later that day.

The Teen Titans arrived as expected while Slade was making his way toward his target. He was stealing from a chemical research lab, one of the compounds they had managed to produce was just what he was looking for. Rather than spend months trying to manufacture it himself, might as well steal it. It’s not like they were going to use it except to put it on display and say ‘Oh aren’t we so smart, look what we made! It was really hard and expensive!’ So by Slade’s logic, he was being practical and not wasting available resources. The lab happened to be located on the edge of the city, and the edge of a cliff, a good fifty-foot drop into the water below. A large open balcony wrapped around each level of the building, whoever designed it enjoyed open space and lots of glass it seemed. Part of the building was over the cliff’s edge, but that was not where the fighting took place.

The Teen Titans encountered Sladebots in the open area outside the facility while Slade had already snuck inside and was making his way up to the third floor where the vault containing the chemical was. Slade had already broken the safe open, tucked the chemical neatly away, and walked onto the balcony before he had to turn his attention to the teenagers. Robin, of course, was the one to go after Slade directly, jumping over robots to get to him. Slade had little interest in fighting Robin, he knew he could best the boy any day, but he entertained the Boy Wonder while keeping an eye on the others. Raven was holding back on her powers, not flying as much and being careful with what she did, mostly hanging back and supporting the others. The Sladebots were well programed, picking up that she was weaker today and targeting her so she could not protect the others. A group of them managed to separate her from her team, pushing her back down the open terrace, toward the cliff. Slade began to see the danger of her falling, but pushed back the worry until he saw her falter.

The eight robots were closing in on her, firing their weapons as they marched closer, but she was able to block their fire, maintaining a shield but being forced to step back. She knew she was in trouble, she could feel her shield weakening and she couldn’t hold control over anything to hurt them with long enough. But with how quickly the others were cleaning up the Sladebots, she reasoned surely one of them would be able to help her? Or at least notice how far away she had been pushed from the others? Yet her team was focused on what was in front of them, and she was behind. Her worry got the better of her, and with a final shot her shield broke, energy crackling and sending her backwards several yards. Desperately she tried to make another one, but each attempt was weak and broke quickly if it managed to form at all. Which meant she had to run for it.

As if it was a movie he had already seen, Slade knew what was going to happen, and lost all interest in Robin. With two quick hits that Robin had not expected, Slade had bought himself enough time to swing from the balcony railing to the level below. He was glad the architect had made the balcony floors out of clear plastic or glass as he ran the length of the balcony, eye trained on Raven above. In the background he heard Robin shouting something, but it wasn’t important anymore.

Raven’s mad dash had triggered the robots to chase her and engage in hand to hand combat. The robots caught up and against the eight of them she had no chance. And the quickest way to dispatch of her in their mechanical minds was to throw her over the edge of the balcony. So they did.

While falling Raven wasn’t sure whether to scream or try to regain her powers quickly enough to fly. But her dilemma was solved when something wrapped around her.

When the robots threw her Slade broke into a sprint, jumping off the balcony without thinking, catching her mid air and wrapping his arms around her, twisting so he would land underneath her. He whispered something but she didn’t catch his words. Before either could fully register what had happened they hit the ground, half of Slade feeling the ground while the other continued to fall down to the water. One hand let go of Raven as he grasped at the side of the cliff, slowing their fall until his hand caught a jut in the rock that stopped them altogether.

For a moment they were silent, Raven latched onto Slade for dear life and Slade holding onto the rock with one hand and the other wrapped around Raven.

“Now would be a good time to fly us out of this, Raven…” Slade muttered, losing his grip on the slick rock. Raven bit her lip, this certainly was a bit embarrassing.

“My powers and I aren’t on speaking terms at the moment,” she felt him drop a bit, glancing at his hand as it slipped a bit on the rock. Slade chuckled darkly.

“Of course. Then I hope you can swim. Hold on tight and don’t let go.”

“Wait can’t you pull us-!” the rock gave way and once more Slade shielded Raven with his body and arms, holding her head to protect it as they hit the water. At this close proximity Raven felt the jolts of pain when Slade slammed into the rocks beneath the water, the shock of cold making her gasp and thus swallow a mouthful of water. The impact and crashing waves loosened Raven’s grip, but Slade pulled her back in, grasping a rock protruding from the water and pulling her to it. Both coughed, though Slade’s mask seemed to make it a bit harder for him. But the tide and waves kept them from resting long, and Raven let Slade swim them toward a slight beach at the cliff’s bottom away from the factory. Even though Raven let go once they were close and she was able to make the distance, Slade kept a hand on her until they were on shore. The moment he let go Raven distanced herself, standing and looking up the cliff’s side to find a way up to get back to the others. But when Slade kept coughing, she could not keep herself from looking at him. He was on his hand and knees, one arm wrapped around his chest, blood dripping from his mask.

“What-?” she asked, rushing back to him and kneeling, unsure whether or not to touch him.

“Just –cough- internal bleeding. Nothing –cough- too serious –cough-” his mask seemed to make it difficult for him to breath, it sounded like it was filling with blood. Slade took his mask in his hand and unclipped it, opening it slightly at the bottom for blood to freely flow out, allowing him to breathe easier.

“ ‘Just internal bleeding’? How is that not serious?” she demanded, not sure what to feel. Slade was an evil villain who on several occasions had tried to kill them. Slade was the evil monster who had forced Robin into apprenticeship, turned Terra against them, and now wanted her to be his newest apprentice. Slade was the evil bastard who worked for Trigon and made her life a living hell.

Slade just saved her life.

Damn being the good guy, nobility could really be a pain in the neck sometimes.

Which explains why after several moments of debating and trying to reason against it, Raven sighed in defeat and placed her hands on Slade, one hand on his chest, the other his face.

“What are you doing?” he asked through coughs, disappointed he had not been able to get out a clever come back to her rhetorical question.

“Shut up before I change my mind,” she said harshly, eyes screwed shut as she tried to focus long enough to heal at least some of the damage. She just had to be calm, and will the energy to go into him and heal him. She felt the energy trickle out of her and his coughing subsided until he was just spitting blood out of his mouth.

“Raven… thank you,” her eyes opened in shock, feeling the energy drain from her faster, leaving her in a rush. He straightened and she withdrew her hands. She didn’t expect to feel so light headed, so she sat down to hide her dizziness. Slade sat beside her, reattaching his mask properly.

“Why?” she asked after a few moments of silence.

“…is the sky blue?” was how he filled in the blank.

“No. Why did you, you know, save me?” Raven was careful not to make eye contact as she looked to the other side, feeling awkward.

“Well I couldn’t very well let you die, now could I?” Slade shrugged, looking away from her as well.

“Don’t want to lose a potential apprentice?” she grinned harshly, sarcastically at the remark. Always with the apprentice, it was the only thing he seemed to care about nowadays.

“As you say.”

“Alright. How did you save me?” for that was the more interesting question, Raven had assumed correctly why he had saved her, but how he had happened to be in the right place at the right time bewildered her.

“I caught you…” Slade figured he would state the obvious, as he was not sure what she exactly meant.

“No, I mean… how did you know I was going to fall? You were fighting Robin, how did you get there?” Ah. So she realized there was no way he could go from fighting Robin several dozen yards away to catching her within a moment of her descent.

“I saw you losing control,” the truth didn’t need a web of tedious lies, and was simpler than a lie in this situation.

“But you couldn’t have known I was going to fall, so how did you know what to do?” her hands clenched and she resisted the urge to look at him, glare at him until he answered.

“I had a dream.”

Raven went quiet. A dream? What the hell was that suppose to mean? He was having weird dreams as well? Although Raven wasn’t remembering hers…

“Your turn, why did you heal me?” Slade looked at her now as he spoke.

“I’m one of the good guys. We do stupid things like give our enemies second chances when they’ll just use it to stab us in the back later,” she scoffed at the question as if it was foolish to ask, her remark was harsh and honest. She fully expected him to take advantage of it later on.

“Come now Raven, if I wanted you dead I would have let you fall. But that’s not what I meant. Besides your noble intentions, why did you heal me?” he had a good point, but then again she still had uses to him, he could just kill her later.

“Only if you answer a question,” Raven needed to buy time, she didn’t know why she would have healed him besides repaying him for saving her life.

“Depends on the question. What is it?” his head tilted slightly in curiosity, wondering what the question could be.

“Did you call my name? Last time? With Adonis?” he was silent, not liking the question despite how simple it was compared to what she could have asked. So he answered much like he had before.

“You already know the answer to that one.”

“Alright, then what did you steal just now?” annoyed by his stubbornness she changed her question.

“You only said ‘a’ question. Just because you didn’t like the answer doesn’t mean you can ask another question,” now she was sure he was being difficult to annoy her. Her face and voice hardened, her eyes glaring straight ahead.

“So you did call my name?”

“You already-“ her head snapped toward him, staring him down.

“Did you?” her eyes glared into his, eyebrows furrowed as she demanded an answer. All he could do was meet her gaze for a few moments before he said one word.

“Yes.”

“Why?” her furrowed eyebrows now loosened into a more confused look.

“I have a vested interest in you.”

Raven was not satisfied with that answer, no matter how valid it was. Well, valid for saving her at any rate, but calling her name? Trying to warn her perhaps? But that was all she was likely to get from him, so her gaze softened and she looked away.

“I answered your question, now you answer mine,” Slade said after a moment, reminding her of why she had asked him the question in the first place.

“You saved my life, I healed you to repay the debt. Simple as that, I owe you nothing anymore,” she was surprised when he seemed content with that answer, or at least didn’t argue with her. Instead Slade too was looking straight ahead, looking over the waves. They sat like that, in a strange quiet, but it was broken when Slade stood and looked up the cliff face.

“If you can control your powers again we should be able to just fly. Or I could try to climb up and carry you,” Raven looked at the cliff, the beach kept the water from making it slick, there were many cracks and protrusions that would serve as footholds. And Raven did not feel up to trying to fly again.

“I don’t think I can fly yet,” she said, standing and facing the wall. Slade looked at her and walked over to cliff face, looking for the best way up. His hand beckoned to her after a few minutes of planning.

“Climb on,” he said, bending down so she could wrap her arms around his neck and legs around his stomach. With her riding piggy back he made his way up, focusing on picking good foot holds and not getting trapped. At this point he was tempted to point out that if she was his apprentice she would be able to climb up herself, and that he would be able to help her control her powers. But he refrained, worried she might start choking him at the suggestion. As they neared the top, Raven’s communicator beeped. She refrained from answering it until she was safely on the ground again, but first she looked at Slade, who had not taken off the moment she was off his back.

“You should call them, they are probably worried about you,” he pointed out, although he didn’t move though they would be coming for Raven as soon as she contacted them. She nodded, looking at her communicator but back to Slade.

“Are you going to give it back? What you stole this time?” she almost expected him to hand it back to her and skip off to leave her bewildered once more, but instead she heard him chuckle.

“Not this time. You can try to take it from me, if you wish. Or you could come with me,” Raven scowled at the suggestion.

“If you say it’s for me again…” She threatened, leaving it open for his imagination.

“No, this is for me, although you factor into it. Come with me and I’ll tell you… eventually,” her reply was her clicking on the communicator.

“Can I get a ride home or what?” she asked curtly to whoever happened to respond to her call.

“Raven! There you are! We were worried, we’ll find you and get you,” it was Robin who answered, thankfully he couldn’t see Slade. She closed the communicator and looked back at Slade, who to her surprise had turned and was walking away. But this time Raven had nothing left to ask him, even though her head was filled with questions. All she could do was watch as he walked away, almost lazily. Did he expect her to do something? He would be sorely disappointed when she did nothing, letting him walk out of view and waiting for the others to arrive.

The ride home was a quiet one, Raven perplexed and recalling that Robin wanted to talk more. Suddenly she wished she was sitting back on the beach in content silence with Slade, this talk could be very messy.

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