#rancher!cass

[azsazz]

Kierstin! I hope your day is going good! I’m not sure if you’re still doing the AUs….but I can’t get small town! Cassian out of my head.

What about Rancher! Cassian?

nah rancher cass has me actually feral. i would fuck him five ways to friday

Rancher!Cassian is fucking BUILT. He’s all broad shoulders, tight abs, thick thighs, muscles rippling with each movement he makes.

It makes your mouth dry, even though it's full of lemonade.

You’re watching him from the porch, the sun setting behind the mountains, casting deep yellows and oranges across his bare chest while he works. His hairs pulled back messily, in a rush to throw it up once you’d tugged that hairtie right out during his lunch as he bent you over the kitchen table and fucked the daylights out of you. He’d pulled your hair a little in retaliation, fisting it in one hand and pulling you up as he untucked his cock from his pants, not even bothering to take them off as he fucked you dirty.

You’d been needing him as of late, hormones and all that sweating and rippling muscles didn’t help a bit. 

The way the brush of chest hair gleams, beads dripping down his toned stomach into the deep lines pointing straight to that cock. You want to run to him, get down on your knees and lap up the sweat while working his pants down before taking that thick length down your throat.

And you’d make him moan. Cassian could holler all he wants. No one is around to hear for miles, except for the animals.

He’s up before dawn, kissing your cheek as you sleep softly beside him, mouth parted slightly. He milks the cows, whistling once he leaves the house so he doesn’t disturb you. He talks to them too. 

Sometimes you’ll join him, but he doesn’t mind if you sleep in a little, knowing you’ll get working on a hearty breakfast and call him in when the time comes. 

In the meantime he mucks the stalls, lets the animals out to pasture for a graze. He loves every single moment of it, wrangling the horses when they wander to the far side of the property, checking in on the chickens and hens, giving the barn dogs and stray cats treats when you’re not looking. 

But he loves the peace. He loves the space. And he loves the privacy.

There are so many places to take you. On a bale of hay in the barn, out in the mountains, holding you up against a tree. He even used his lasso to capture you once, tied you up real good and nice and had his way with you. 

Cassian adores when you go on rides together, mostly because he manhandles you up onto his horse so he can slide up behind you and press his hard on into your ass. You know how to ride, but he doesn't care. He will reach around and tug at your nipples while you toss your head back on his shoulder, while he presses hot kisses to your throat and digs a hand down your pants to shove his thick fingers in your cunt. He loves you soft and undone, drunk off orgasms.

[incorrectbatfam]

Things the bat kids insists are food, and should be eaten as it is.

Steph: *drinking maple syrup*

Barbara: *chewing tea leaves*

Duke: *gnawing on a ramen block*

Tim: *popping espresso beans like Skittles*

Dick: *slurping raw eggs*

Damian: *eating pistachios with the shell*

Cass: *munching on packing peanuts like popcorn*

Jason: *licking gunpowder off his fingers*

Alfred: I wonder where these habits came from. I certainly had no part.

Bruce, sucking on Kryptonite like a Jolly Rancher: *shrugs*

[parkerdean]

Hrrrrnf 🥴 selfish selfish headcannons of the eye color of the batfam, not at all comic accurate, sue me i guess:

Bruce: Blue eyes, obviously. Steely though, in some lights they look gray. In Batman mode he is always squinting/scowling so it’s hard to tell that he has pretty boy eyes until he’s Bruce-ing and smiling.

Dick: Bluest blue eyes to ever blue. Electric blue. He has eyes like blue raspberry jolly ranchers.

Jason: Greeeeeeeen. Sprite bottle green eyes. Idc that a lot of comics have them blue, I don’t wanna hear it. His eyes are gorgeous and green. Not Lazarus Pit related, they came like that.

Tim: Blue, almost gray, probably the most like Bruce. But here’s where I’m gunna lose some folks, boy is naturally a red head (or at least a reddish brown). Has to dye it black for the job. Gets hair dye on his hands even though he’s been dyeing it for years.

Damien: that boy takes after his mother, dark hazel/green eyes. Drives him nuts actually that they aren’t blue like his dad, but he learns to appreciate that his eyes are special and glow in the sun.

Cass: Black eyes, or at least a really really deep brown. She can do crazy puppy dog eyes if she really wants to. (She uses this for evil of course)

Steph: Crystalline blue. In some lights they look almost like silver/white. A real pale blue. Also she can do a winged eyeliner like nobodies business.

Duke: also really dark brown/black eyes. But they are BIG and SWEET like a doe. Could get anything he wanted if he just batted his eyes at the right person.

[star--bird]

What I think the favorite candy of each batfam member is:

Alfred: Turkish Delight (makes his own)

Bruce: Good and Plenty (only candy his kids won't steal)

Kate: Swedish Fish (specifically the green, red, orange, and yellow mix)

Dick: Classic M&M's (every time he eats them around his younger siblings he talks about how there used to be a light brown one)

Jason: Hot Tamales (just makes sense)

Tim: Hi-Chews (buys them at Costco in the big bag)

Steph: Sour Patch Kids (responds to Dick by telling him she remembers when there wasn't a blue sour patch kid)

Cass: Jolly Ranchers (the watermelon ones are her favorite, she keeps them in her pocket and eats them while working. Yes it is a choking hazard, no she doesn't care)

Damian: Peach Ring (Jon's favorite candy is watermelon rings and it annoys Damian)

Duke: Life Saver Gummies (the red berry mix)

Feel free to agree or disagree in the tags. I could use some silly discourse in my life but please be nice.

[alinalioness]

Welcome to my blog Tumblr.

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Information:

Name:Alina (Я могу писать на русском, но фанфиков к сожалению нет)

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Country: Russian 🇷🇺

Birthday: 5 August.

Content: SFW, Although there will be blood, but not much

Like: Candy, family, games, films, BALAN WONDERWORLD, inhabitants from Balan Wonderworld, Vocaloid song (Except for the brazen NSFW), world, ASMR, Meme, Song "Together" and "Circus Monster", horror (I very like Fnaf), Fanfic, nostalgia.

HATE😡🔪: NSFW (DAMN THE P*RN), P*0ship (₽ed0, in¢e$t, etc), Balan wonderworld haters, violence, obscene language, skibidi t0¥liet (Although I'm also not interested in other web series besides TADC), z00phile, disgust, fetish.

Favorite Series: Смешарики, Советские мультики, SpongeBob SquarePants, 7 dwarves, Phineas and Ferb, Wander over yonder, Raddids invasion, Shaun the sheep, Pink Panther, Popee the performance, TADC, Tom and Jerry, Oggy and the cockroaches, MLP, Scooby Doo (Where are you? and Be cool).

Favorite Anime: My dear friend Nokotan, My neighbor Totoro, Spirited away, Pokemon.

Favorite movie: Emperor's new groove, hurting season, Spongebob Trilogy, Madagascar 1, Otel Transylvania, Beauty and the Beast, Coco, minions, despicable me (Except part 4), Super Mario Bros Movie, Angry Birds, movie, Trolls.

Favorite Game: Balan Wonderworld, FNF, professor Layton, cat jump, WildCraft, castle cats, dungeons dogs, NiGHTS, Super Mario, Angry Birds, Slime Rancher, My Singing Monsters, Gacha Club, Games by Raddids invasion, Rayman, Parrappa the Rapper, Pizza Tower, Sugary Spire, JMKit, Roblox, Baldi's dasics, incredibox, NSR, Minecraft, Touhou, The FisherCat, hungry shark (And dragon), evolution galaxy, Cath candy, Cuphead.

Favorite Horror: Fnaf, Poppy Playtime, Garden of BanBan, Indigo Park, That's not my neighbor, Rainbow Friends, DOORS, Backrooms, Slendytubbies, Dandy's World, Sprunki.

Favorite other: VOCALOID, UTAU, FANLOID, Paper School.

A BIG OBSESSION: VOCALOID, BALAN WONDERWORLD, DANDY'S WORLD.

Characters and Ships:

Favorite characters: Krash (Крош), SpongeBob, Sandy, Poppy (Trolls), Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Balan, Emma Cole, Fiona Demetria, Yuri Brand, Haoyu Chang, Cass Milligan, Iben Bia, Attilio Caccini, Chica (Toy and Glam rock), Mangle, Sundrop, Kissy Missy, CatNap, Rambley the Raccoon, Creeper, Popee, Pomni, Ragatha, Pikachu, Sylveon, Cirno, Amit (WildCraft), Mario, Peach, Minx.

Favorite costumes BWW: Jumping Jack, Dynamic Dolphin, Dusk Butterfly, Itsy Bitsy Elf, Soaring Sheep, Box Fox, Air Cat, Slow Turtle, Air Unicorn, Invisible Man.

Favorite Villains: Purrla, Grim Creeper, Princess Marey.

Favorite Ships (Keeping in mind the most beloved): Fiona Demetria x Haoyu Chang, Foxy x Mangle, Huggy Wuggy x Kissy Missy, Wally x Rose, Jinx x Minx, Fukase x Vflover, Poppy x Boxten.

Favorite Singing Monsters: Tweedle, PomPom, Ghatz, Sox, Barlett, Kayna, Gowl, tba.

Ask for my aus characters.

- Little-Octopus lioness (Octopus! Alina, SpongeBob, Patrick, Squidward, Mr. Krabs, Fiona, Haoyu)

- Five nights at Alina's

- Balan Wonderworld: Smiling critters (Including the nightmare critters)

- inhabitants celestials (Balan Wonderworld x My singing monsters)

Rules and Notes:

-100% NSFW, Proships, fetish ban

-My character will be different from the memes and the "Alina and Friends" universe.

-Most of my work will be done by BWW.

-Be polite and calm.

-gender change allowed

-I don't like to label gender in s€x, I feel uncomfortable.

Thanks for attention.

[dedgirlfailure]

The Bats and Their Horses

I'm a horse-girl. I am also a DC fan. It had to be done.

1. Bruce.

Now, I don't care if it's "cliche" or anything, Bruce for sure rides a Friesian war stallion, tall, sleek and a shiny black with the most gorgeous mane and tail. He's probably named him Beowulf, after the medieval epic (it was either this or Gilgamesh, and Dick would've had a field day with the latter). A Friesian would be perfect because not only are the vibes immaculate, but the breed was a popular choice for battle back in the 16th and 17th century. The purity of its bloodline again is super Wayne core, and the horse, intimidating as it is, is a lot sleeker than it's heavier brothers in arms, such as the Shires. So B won't have to compromise on either strength and speed. (Knight Bruce AU)

2. Dick

An Andalusian. It has to be an Andalusian. The breed is a popular (and arguably the first) choice for show-horses, including dance. They've got beautiful, expressive faces, and absolutely incredible manes n tails. A big, athletic mare called either Nightingale or Little Robin in Roma language (i need to learn how to use ROMLEX asap, somebody teach me please). I feel like they'd be into vaulting. Saw a video of a squad vaulting performance and yeah I can totally see the Flying Graysons doing that.

Also, I know most Andalusians are gray (with bays and Cremellos) but I imagine Dick's would be blue roan. Did some research, and this phenotype existed in the breed many many centuries ago, so finding one now seems unlikely. But this is Boy Wonder, guys. Of course his horse is just as incredible. (and unrealistic but cmon)

this is the type i was imagining, but imagine this phenotype on an Andalusian (shown below).

3. Jason

Ah, Jay-jay, my beloved. He's definitely built for the Western/rancher AU. I imagine him to have the meanest Mustang mare to ever grace the earth. She's an unnaturally tall (by Mustang standards-they're a shorter breed, with the tallest being no more than 16 hands, but if our boy can have a Lazarus-induced growth spurt, so can she) bay roan (very messy coat, as shown in the picture below) and very temperamental. And a biter. this is non-negotiable.

They definitely picked her up from one of those wild mustang auctions, and she definitely was not happy to be there. It prolly took them forever to get her to let them in her pen, and even then, she'd threaten to run over anyone if they'd stand there longer than she liked. She tries this little trick on Jason-went charging right into him-but he doesn't budge, instead forcing her to change route last minute. And now she's curious. and that right there is the beginning.

I also have a really stupid headcannon for how she gets her name. Jay's probably tacking her up for a ride or something, when he's called for by Dick. Think it'd be really stupid if Dick calls out "Jaybird!" and both Jason and his mare turn to look his way. they all laugh about it for weeks (J riding J, lol), and thus Jaybird the mustang is born. They all call her Birdie for short. (Jason's a little upset-he wanted to name her after a book character or something).

Felt like mustangs are a good fit for him because they're incredibly sure-footed and are able to traverse terrains other breeds can not, a bit like how Jason had to adapt to the vastly different lives that he's led (crime alley baby, overnight billionaire heir, literally deceased, reincarnated assassin's apprentice, fuckin crime boss). Also, the spirit soundtrack reminds me of him. cry abt it.

the second i saw this horse i was like "omfg it's Jaybird!"

4. Tim

So, I thought long and hard abt this one (felt like Tim n Cass's could be interchanged) but have decided to go with Timmers riding a Lusitano. A big grey purebred stallion with a slightly darker, dappled flank, much too tall for Timberlina. Don't have a name for him yet, so I'll call him Dusty for now (m so sorry).

My headcannon for these two is practically a horse-girl movie. Timmy's that rich city kid who does not care for the great outdoors or whatever, but his parents (in that rare instance when they remember he exists) arrange for him to learn dressage. because equestrianism is elitist and Timmy is a Drake and all that other classist bullshit. they also get him the wrong horse-Dusty's very young and hence very green-but what would snobby Bristol brats know abt that.

Disaster, however, does not strike, and Tim grows very attached to his new friend.

(You should NOT put inexperienced riders on inexperienced horses, please and thank you)

Lusitanos are another purebred spanish breed (related to Andalusians), known for their very attentive and friendly dispositions, as well as their prowess in dressage, showjumping and the like. Their grace and elegance is a package item with their strength and speed, since they're also a popular choice for sports of a much more extreme nature (fuckin bullfighting). Quite a bit like Timbo's own duality-i imagine him to be a very diplomatic WE shareholder, but then he's also batshit crazy and a demon with the bo staff. Lusitanos are also insanely gorgeous.

(this horse is so gorgeous its lit my dream horse omfg).

5.Steph

Always imagined Steph to be a rodeo baby, specifically barrel racing. She's got a Cremello Saddlebred gelding, prolly named something wonky like Sonic Boom. They get along astoundingly well (lit "it's you n me against the whole world" core). I also like to think she's streaked his mane purple, and loves weaving ribbons and baubles into it.

Sonic's tack's also incredibly decorated, with a lot of buckles and metalwork on the bridle, and tassels on the saddle.

I remember telling Nox I picked this breed for her because they're very versatile (used for sport, showing, trail riding, cattle-herding, the list goes on and on). It reminded me a little of how Steph had a vigilante identity well before she became Bruce's fourth Robin, and just how hard she tried to successfully "audition" for the role and get the part.

6. Cass

Cassie rides a Hunter class Thoroughbred gelding called Black-phantom. it's a sickass name, and goes well with her superhero one. The Orphan and the Phantom, yes please. Tall and a very shiny black, and a little scarred.

I imagine Phantom's a rescue (retirement was not treating the poor thing well) when Cass comes across him and she's immediately in love. takes a while for him to get used to the nicer environment, but once he does, he's Cassie's lil baby (his age is of no consequence).

I think Thoroughbreds work for her because of their legacy in the sport world, considering Cass herself was essentially raised to be a weapon.

7. Damian

Was debating between Akhal Tekes and Arabians, and decided to go with Arabians, because not only is the line incredibly noble and pure (and Dami is technically a murder prince), they're also so high-strung and quick to anger, like a lil someone we all know. I like to think Dami's met his match with this one lol.

So I was thinking, a fiery bay stallion that the league has been unable to break in, so they all call him The Demon. (Was considering the name in Arabic-Shaytan is too meh, Iblis could work. was also considering الروح الحارسة, which means genius i think, because of course the horse is clever in its wickedness.) Enter Damian al-Ghul-Wayne, the Snow White of the DC Universe. In typical horse-girl fashion, he is the only one who's able to approach and saddle The Demon, hence why Ra's decides to gift the horse to him.

Although he's still a menace, The Demon is a lot more agreeable with Damian on his back, though he still does give the poor kid hell. This newer, friendlier version has the league to start calling him Ifrit instead.

8. Babs

Came across a photo of a Palomino Morgan once, and immediately thought of Barbie. there's this aura of elegance and wisdom to these horses that remind me of her.

Have a headcannon where she meets Iaso during equine therapy for her paralysis. Now, I know this isn't a conventional breed for this, but they've got a very mild temperament, so bear with me. She's initially a little reluctant, but progresses quickly, and comes to enjoy the activity very much. The mare is also very gentle and patient with her. Jim would take her for her classes every weekend, and when he passes, Dick insists on accompanying her instead. Maybe they reconnect, who knows?

9. Duke

Considered giving him an Akhal Teke at first because those horses literally glow (and his shit's got to do with light, right?) but decided to go with a Quarter horse instead. They're v docile and intelligent, and stocky enough for his armor. These horses are also excellent for groupwork, and while i know Duke is not as agreeable as he is in WFA, he did start a youth vigilante group aiming to help people and fight crime, so there's that.

So yes, a big bay gelding with a bald face called Pegasus.

Also, in Batman: The White Knight, he's written as an ex-military officer, so I imagined him and Pegasus in military regalia. I also think he'd keep his mane braided and tail trimmed.

10. Selina

She's basically the Duchess of Gotham and B's wife, so i feel like i owe it to her to include her in this. I'm gonna give her the Akhal Teke, because she loves shiny things so of course she'd want a shiny horse. They're lithe and incredibly fast, hence the perfect getaway car (or rather, horse). They're also super rare so you can bet your ass she stole hers-

So yes, a speedy little Akhal Teke mare such a light grey she passes for pure white, with a very mean kick.

11. JPV

Heard he's like, an honorary Batfam member. Literally only know him from the white knight comics (at least i think that was him), but if i had to give him a horse based on vibes alone, I'd give him a Clydesdale.

[callmehere-iwillappear]

U and O!

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

rubs my hands together yesssss let me rec more good writersssss

okay L has a fucking INCREDIBLE grasp on character voice and like. okay i'm falling back on my usual way of describing things but it's like if writing tasted like jolly ranchers okay idk how else to describe it alkfjdslkjfd

cass is SO good at pulling the emotions out of me like. i was talking in an earlier ask abt emotional hurt/comfort being cathartic like this is Exactly It okay

aaaaand kia's character voice is incredible as well + i do also have to mention her ability to make u care abt a character with maybe five minutes of screentime max and zero lines. i would kill for cissy

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

the plot! i mean part of writing fanfiction is that the characters are (usually) already set out for you so (unless this is asking something else and i'm misunderstanding lajfdlksjfd)

[azsazz]

Thinking of rancher cass 🤠

Oh you mean grumpy Rancher Cassian who hasn’t felt the touch of a woman for years?

Rancher Cassian who drives his beat old pickup into town one last time before the storms set in for the winter and he’ll be unable to make it into town until the snow melts in spring? The rusted out truck with over 300,000 miles on it? It was his fathers and as long as it runs he’ll drive it.

That’s how Rancher Cassian is. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. The shutter is hanging on by one bolt? He’ll wait until it falls off because there’s too much for him to do around the ranch. The chair has a crooked leg? He’ll sit in it until it collapses under his weight, then, out of spite, he’ll eat his dinners leaning up against the counter as he glares at said chair, sitting broken on the floor.

Rancher Cassian who is at the mercantile, freshening his supplies for the winter. Maybe he grabs a candy bar and shoves it under the pile of things he carries to the register because god forbid someone sees him with a colorful candy bar in his hands. He nods to the women who greet him and shakes the hands of the men who know him, trying to joke with the grumpy rancher about how maybe they’ll see one of his purebreds up in the state rodeo come summer.

Rancher Cassian who’s not one for conversation. Ignores the women who tend to leer without knowing, staring at the jeans that fit tightly around his muscular thighs, the stretch of his flannel across his broad shoulders, the large boot prints from his brown, worn cowboy boots on the dusty road he leaves behind, the always fresh looking cowboy hat that sits atop his flowing hair that he hasn’t bothered to get around to cutting. He’s sure he’ll find the time when he’s snowed up on the farm, between braving the winter storms to check his herd and whatever else needs tending. He doesn’t care about anything more than he cares about his mares.

Rancher Cassian who hears an unladylike curse coming from up the street, where you stand, arms crossed over your chest and accentuating your breasts as you glare at the car that’s decided to break down on you without warning.

Rancher Cassian who tosses his things into the bed of his truck before approaching you like you’re a wild stallion he’s trying to rope down. Your eyes are red with frustrated, unshed tears, and normally the emotion would scare him away, have him jumping into his truck to get back to his ranch, but you’re too gorgeous not to.

You’re not from around here, and Cassian knows this not because he knows everyone in the small town he’s never left in his life, but because of the clothing you wear. Where did you come from, wearing that of all things? 

Rancher Cassian who tips his hat and asks, “Do you need help here, ma’am?” He watches the way your eyebrows pull together and your lip lifting in a grimace. 

Your eyes rake hot lines down his body, branding him like he does his horses, a hot iron red with heat against his heart, and he’s gone before he ever really knows it. 

“(Y/N),” you respond flatly, piercing eyes snapping back up to meet his. “Not ma’am. (Y/N).”

His eyes narrow a little but he doesn’t respond, tight-lipped and waiting for your answer to his question. 

You wait him out, a stubborn little thing you are. He reckons he could pull you right up into his chest and swallow you whole, that’s how small you are compared to himself. But there’s that fire in your eyes, you don’t want to relent, but the sun is quickly setting in the sky and the brusque breeze turns colder, causing you to shiver.

“Yes, please.” 

Rancher Cassian who looks at your car and tells you the bad news. “Part will take weeks to get here, but I can let the repairman in town know. He can get your car towed over there tonight. I’d suggest checking out the inn at the edge of town. It’s not much, but there’s a storm coming in and you’re going to want to have a place to stay.”

You groan like you cannot believe your luck, and he gets it. No one wants to stay in the bum fuck of nowhere in the small town that houses barely over a hundred people. Cassian doesn’t mind the seclusion, though, up on his ranch with his horses and the beauty of the nature surrounding it, it’s serene. 

He doesn’t know why he does it, if it’s the tears lining your eyes or your defeated posture, but he offers up his own truck. “It’s not much, but it’ll get you where you need to go,” he promises. “I just need a ride up to my ranch and you can bring it back when your car is fixed.” He doesn’t say that he knows it’s going to snow badly soon, or that you’ll be unable to return it to him before the snow melts. 

You really look like you could cry now, with how nice he is. It makes him uncomfortable, shifting on his feet as you hastily wipe your eyes, accepting his offer with a thanks that is so sincere it makes him question what you’re running from. 

Of course, by the time he helps you get the car towed to the auto shop and he’s pulling into the drive, the snow is coming down in droves. The both of you race into his house as the storm rages on. Cassian shows you to his spare room and sets you up there, then goes to start a fire in the fireplace. 

Come morning the snow still hasn’t stopped and it’s so thick he can hardly make out the barn from the kitchen window, but there are chores to be done and you haven’t shown your face yet for breakfast, so he leaves the coffee pot on and bundles up, heading outside.

He knows that he should’ve forced you to stay at the hotel in town. He should’ve told you about the storms and how there’s no way you’ll be able to make your way back into town in these conditions. He’s an asshole for keeping quiet, but there’s a selfish part of him that wants to keep you trapped up here with him, so that he can get to know you.

i love rancher cassian gdamn

[lodichi]

Rank characters BY: best fashion sense

HAHAHA oh my god my characters are. Not fashionable. Let's go!

Cass. Her fashion sense is not necessarily high-class, but she coordinates her cute rancher outfits and knows how to make a piece of clothing work for her. She's also one of the only characters who has canonically attended a fancy ball, complete with a fancy butterfly-wing style dress!

Aster. Okay, yes, that fashion sense is "Hot Topic circa. 2004", but damn if it isn't a consistent, recognizable style! She's just, y'know, an edgelord.

Haze. Unfortunately, being a monk, he's kind of like a cartoon character who only wears the one outfit, BUT I think he'd have a pretty solid sense of fashion if he hadn't been raised in a monastery.

Tanith. Now, let me be clear: has Tanith ever had the opportunity to express herself via fashion? The answer is no. For this reason, she really does not have a sense of what's fashionable, and when she isn't wearing her armor, she's just wearing a plain tunic.

Antigone. Dirty forest cat, used to cut her own hair with a dull knife.

[laceyyu]

full name: aleksander brookes, goes by alex

age: 38

gender & pronouns: male - he/him

time living in redwood: arrived beginning of august (~3 months)

occupation: blacksmith & animal handler

occupation pre-outbreak: horse rancher

sexuality: heterosexual/heteromantic

relationship status: single

Aleksander ‘Alex’ Brookes is the third-youngest of Jack and Elena Brookes, the youngest boy. He grew up in Pilot Point, Texas on a ranch that raised quarter horses with his two older brothers, sister, parents, and maternal grandmother. From a young age Alex interacted and loved horses, and was able to learn about the business side of things from his mother as he got older. He learned about his Romanian heritage and culture from his grandmother, becoming fluent in the language and carrying his heritage with pride into adulthood. Alex never found a true passion outside of the business like his sister. He loved the horses and any other animals that he was able to interact with, and he loved watching his parents run the business. He would often try to come up with fun new ideas to try that he hoped would expand the ranch and clientele, from special showcases to word-of-mouth advertisement.

After high school, Alex was accepted at A&M, majoring in Equine Sciences and minoring in Business. He came home as much as possible due to the relatively short drive between campus and home. During his last year in college, his sister Cassandra entered into a relationship with his good friend Steve. He was hesitant to accept it at first. He valued his relationship with both of them, and didn’t want it to change because of this new development. Over time, however, it became clear that they were happy together and he came to accept and support them. Everyone in his family loved them together. A little over a year into their relationship, things began to change in subtle ways, though nothing that Alex put much thought into. When Steve and Cass broke up, Alex was sad for them, but it didn’t occur to him that there was something more to the story. After Alex graduated, he spent the next couple of years on his family’s ranch, using his new degree to help his family and gain even more experience.

Finally he got a job offer in Terrell, Texas to work for a small ranch that had recently been inherited by someone who had never worked with horses. Alex was able to show the new owner how to care for the horses, run the business that had been left behind, and everything in between. Even though the job didn’t pay buckets of cash, he was incredibly happy working on the ranch and for the people who owned it. He had a romance with the owner’s niece, even getting ready to propose to her. Unfortunately she later dropped the news that she was cheating on him with an old flame, and the two parted ways.

However, it had to come to an end. Alex’s boss began declining in health due to dementia, and soon became unable to work on the ranch. As capable as Alex was, he simply couldn’t handle the workload all by himself with minimal help, and there weren’t enough funds to hire another helper. The difficult decision was made to shut down the ranch after Alex had worked there for several incredible years. He sold all but one horse, a foal that had been born a couple of months after he had arrived at the ranch that the owner had let him named Cici. She had always been his favorite horse, and he couldn’t bear to let her go.

Wanting a fresh start, Alex decided to head north to visit his sister in West Virginia at her own ranch. Just as Alex thought things were looking up, rumors of a deadly virus began to make their way to West Virginia. Within a month of his arrival, Alex and Cass were making plans with the rest of their family to congregate in West Virginia in order to prevent the worst from happening. Things were actually alright for a year. The world slowly began to fall apart, but he had his family and that was what mattered. He tried his best to remain optimistic. Then a group of raiders came to steal the horses. His parents were killed in the chaos of trying to defend the horses, along with the raiders managing to capture a few horses, Cici included. It became much harder to be optimistic.

Things once again took a turn for the worse when Alex and his brothers were out on a short supply run while Cass stayed to watch the horses. Nathan ended up with minor injuries after a close call with a group of walkers, leaving him unable to walk for a short period of time. Though Alex and Andrei were hesitant to leave their brother alone, even for a short period of time, Nathan convinced them to continue searching for supplies while they were outside of the ranch. Alex and Andrei took a couple of hours to continue their mission before coming back to camp, immediately knowing that something was wrong. They were met with the horrific site of Nathan’s cold body and one less bullet in the shotgun he’d had for protection. Clearly their run in with the group of walkers hadn’t been as close as they had thought. Just as the brothers were attempting to process the scene, Alex felt a bag being pulled over his head and a blunt object against his skull.

By the time the two brothers were able to escape the group that had captured them, they were over a hundred miles away from the ranch from what they were able to discover about their new surroundings. They had nothing except the clothes on their backs. It was a miracle in itself that they were able to survive the first few nights attempting to get back to the ranch, much less that they ran across a small commune in the middle of nowhere. A small area with about 50 residents, the commune was more than happy to share their food and protection in exchange for Andrei’s medical knowledge and Alex’s physical labor. He was adamant that their stay was temporary, but one month turned into two turned into three. His desire to go back to the ranch and find Cass never left his mind, but it was easy to continue pushing the trip later and later. It became more difficult as he grew to care about everyone in the commune, considering many of them family.

It was Cass’s birthday when Alex decided that he was leaving the commune, and he wouldn’t let anyone stop him. Even Andrei.

He had known that Andrei would find it difficult to leave the commune, but he had never thought that his brother might refuse to go when they needed to find Cass. Yet no amount of persuasion would change his mind. Alex had said nothing was going to stop him, and he meant it. After gathering up the necessary supplies, he headed off back into the wilderness without his older brother.

Cass wasn’t at the ranch. It was clear that the ranch had been abandoned for at least a year. Thankfully, the letter that she had left was still in their home, though nothing else of value had been left inside. Copying the note onto another piece of paper so Andy could have it if he ever decided to leave the commune, Alex left and began to make his way to Redwood.

TLDR: Alex is my brand new little cowboy babe who is Cass's older brother (and very close with her) who is working as a blacksmith and animal handler when needed. He's kinda jaded and defensive right now given all he's been through (who isn't), but he's very much a good, genuine guy who is trying his best and most of all trying his best for Cass.

[incorrectbatfam]

If the batfam had tiktok what would they post? What would go the most viral?

Dick does duets where he remixes people who have bad takes. His most viewed one is turning Lex Luthor's corporate monologue into a dubstep track with beat drops every time Superman is mentioned. Equally popular is his mashup of Bruce's yawning with a Sam Smith song.

Jason makes cooking videos. The recipes are normal, but the voiceovers like, "today I'm making a realistic animal-themed vegan bento box 'cause I wanna torment my brother." His most popular video is of him shit-talking Batman while making a pot roast, but it gets deleted because he didn't say "unalive."

Tim does behind-the-scenes videos of his photoshoots where he makes it seem like a complex process with dimmed lights and glitter falling from a ceiling fan, then it cuts to a blurry iPhone pic of a pissed-off Jason with sparkly hair chasing him down a dark hallway.

Damian's is a mix of animal videos, art tutorials, Cheese Viking speedruns, and classical covers of anime intros. But his most popular one is recording his family's reaction to him saying the fuck-word for the first time. He also has a series where he asks people how babies are made to see whose response TikTok takes down first.

Duke posts subtle and wholesome pranks, like leaving Tooth Fairy money under the older batkids' pillows or gradually filling Kate's purse with Jolly Ranchers. His most popular series is when he slowly replaced Damian's furniture with increasingly smaller replicas until the 8th day when Damian finally notices.

Steph does a little bit of everything and often takes suggestions (re: dumb dares) from the comments. Her account started with her just sharing her favorite memes, but her most popular video is when she slept in a bathtub full of Mardi Gras necklaces after an audience poll.

Cass normally posts a mix of dance covers and sign language lessons, but occasionally there will be moments from her daily life that she captures at the right time. Her most viral video is at the grocery store when someone accidentally knocks a coconut onto the ground and she follows it as it rolls to the other end of the store.

Harper and Cullen do a lot of backyard science experiments where they take hypotheses from comments and test them out, like if they can cook steak with firecrackers or make a trampoline out of rubber bands. Their biggest project was turning an abandoned pool into a frog sanctuary.

Barbara keeps most of her daily videos private and her public ones are mainly book hauls, song recs, and computer tips. Her most popular video, even making news articles, is a video where she breaks down how planned obsolesce works and calling out big tech companies.

Bruce has a secret account that no one knows about. He doesn't post anything. He just lurks because he wants to be the first like and comment whenever his kids post.

[kamuroposting]

I LSOST MY ACCOUTN AGIAN SUHFHRQWE

I keep losing all my accounts, so here I go again.

-My name is Casey, I go by ''Cass'' or ''Dee'', my pronouns are He/it (plus xenos) and I am fourteen, turning fifteen this year.

-I am a big fan of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, mostly part five and my favorite characters are Diavolo and Doppio, I am currently hyperfixiated on them, too. I also really like pizza tower, total drama, tmnt, pvz, slime rancher, minecraft, roblox, mlp, fnaf, roblox and some other things. xP

-I enjoy listening to Nightwish, The Moody Blues, King Crimson and Mother Mother.

-I like to paint, draw and read (sometimes write, too!).

Some other non-specific things that I like are: Flowers, poetry, paranormal activity investigation, star gazing, space, videogames and visual novels. :D

[muertarte]

Cass used to like Jolly Ranchers. She liked candy so much. I do not want to talk about candy. But maybe you are right.

I tasted them all. They all tasted like [...] nothing. But they smell very good.

Oh, I don't know if it counts, but I really like the apple flavored Jolly Ranchers. No real apples really taste like that. Which I guess probably means it shouldn't count, haha. I haven't had a chance to really test the ciders. Have you tested them? Did you like them?

[starfirette]

f!reader x helena bertinelli where the reader is someone the birds are trying to catch and they get close to catching her but can't because she has her own little group of people who want revenge on the people who hurt them so the readers group kidnaps the birds and explains they are only hurting people who hurt them and like let them go then the reader and helena get together after they have a heated fuck maybe. i'm sorry that was a complete mess but i think you could write this beautifully

Helena Bertinelli x Batfam! Reader

✭so so SO sorry for making you wait so long for this request! I took my time to make it perfect and I really like the concept. It would make a good series!!! I made a couple of tiny changes and I hope that's okay

✭masterlist | requests are closed | allusions to smut but nothing graphic | fem reader

Harleen Quinzel stared at the invitation printed on thick tuxedo paper, the bold, white print declaring solemnly the date and place of Joker’s funeral.

All of her friends, Renée, Cassie, Dinah, and Helena, we’re gathered around the sofa, where Harley sat engulfed in a feathered frenzy of pink boas.

“You…okay?” Cass asked slowly, pulling her tootsie pop out of her mouth. Her chapped lips were blue and she was tearing the skin off nervously as she waited for Harley’s reaction.

It was a surprise for everyone when Harley sighed and tore the invitation in half. She tossed it on the floor and threw her head back. “I need a jolly rancher margarita,” she groaned as she rubbed her eyes.

The other women flooded around her, ready to support her in her hour of need.

“It’ll be okay,” Helena said awkwardly, patting Harley’s shoulder in an attempt to be comforting.

“No, it won’t be,” Harley said in a squeaky voice. “He’s dead and I…I never…”

“Told him you loved him?” Dinah said solemnly, laying a hand over Harley's voice as she dabbed the corners of her star blue eyes with her feathery scarf.

Harley cringed away and scoffed. "I wanted to be the one to kill him!" Harley cried out as she wept drunken tears. This was in part due to that it was Cass's twenty first birthday. Although, there wasn't much of a reason to get drinks when it came to Harley.

"He was a right old bastard and I'd be a liar if I said I was sad to see him gone," Harley cried, her accent growing thicker as she spoke so sadly. She shuddered and shook, sobbing intensely. The other ladies glanced to each other, everyone just as uncertain as the other.

Helena wondered, Is she really upset because that?

To be honest, Helena secretly felt that Harley had never fallen out of love with the elusive Joker. He was always the guy Helena would have been happy to kill but just never did and part of that was because she worried what it would do to the friendship she had with Harley.

"What a shock," Cass gleamed as she fished the invitation from Harley's pale fingers. "Bruce won't be happy."

"Bruce is never happy," Renée voiced as she slinked across the sofa, using her toes to slip her boots off. She laid on her stomach, stretching out like a cat.

"Bruce says killing is wrong," Cass said again.

"Bruce, Bruce, Bruce," Harley suddenly snapped. "That's all you ever talk about these days."

Cass, despite herself, was rather elated to be under Bruce Wayne’s trade. He needed a new bird to train and Cass met the qualifications. Her connection with the elusive Birds of Prey made crime fighting in Gotham rather easy. But despite that, Harley was sick of hearing the rich man’s name. She has had a grudge against Batman ever since he knicked her precious car, a vintage Oldsmobile Starfire painted pastel pink and remodeled to have a functional air conditioning unit and large cup holders.

It was Harley’s baby. It was just as important as Helena’s motorcycle.

Cass recoiled and held up her hands defensively. “Sor-REE!” She exclaimed as she threw herself away from Harley.

Harley wiped her eyes. “It’s just so heartbreaking to know he didn’t suffer the way I wanted him to,” she wept. “I wanted to do everything in the book. I had a speech.”

Dinah took the invitation from Cassie’s hand. She flipped it around to inspect either side. “It’s probably best not to go,” she said with a shrug. She squinted to find any fine print on the thick card, but found none.

Harley’s small face scrunched angrily. “Oh, I’m going,” Harley bellowed as she sat straight. “‘M gonna destroy that mother fucker’s last party. His resting place will be a wreck by the time I’m done with it.”

Helena quietly thought to her self that Harley Quinn would be likely to get herself into tons of trouble if it weren’t for her friends. She sighed and raised a hand to speak. When it was her turn, she spoke. “Think about it,” Helena said smoothly. “Why would you be invited! Everyone knows that you hated him before his death. They’re looking for the murderer. You’ve got to be careful. This is a trap.”

Dinah nodded in agreement. Her hair was in a natural cloud of gorgeous curls. She pulled on one of this springs as she thought. “The funeral is more of a test. If you go you’ll be bombarded. They’ll probably think you did it.”

Harley scoffed. She put a hand on her chest. “Why would they think something like that?” She demanded, looking genuinely concerned for her reputation.

“You just said that you wanted to be the one to kill him,” Helena pointed out.

Renée snored from her spot on the sofa.

Everyone glanced at her before resuming the conversation.

Harley flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I would personally like to meet the famed killer,” she said flatly. “Maybe sort out some serious shit.” She cracked her knuckles and to Helena’s disbelief, it was intimidating.

Cass was monumentally good at ignoring her godmother’s rage. She stretched her arms and legs out, resembling some fort of prowling feline who was perching up in a tree, waiting for prey to pounce on. “Wellll, we’re probably going to have to go anyways.”

“What makes you say that?” Dinah asked.

Cass held up one finger, wagging it back and forth. “Batman’s been keeping tabs on Joker for a long time. He was really weird about keeping everyone alive. He’ll want to know who killed Joker, and why.”

“‘And why’?” Helena echoed. “He was a horrible person. That’s ‘why.’”

Cass shrugged. “He don’t care!” She exclaimed in a hilariously bad southern American accent. “I bet it was Jason.”

“Who is Jason?” Dinah asked as she started rubbing her temples.

“Oh, he’s so hot, oh, my god,” Cass moaned. She sighed with content before moving on, waving a hand for continuity. “Anyway, he used to be a Robin but then Joker killed him.”

The silence in the room was deafening, even Renée’s head picked up and she stared at Cass with bloodshot eyes.

“Well, don’t worry, he’s alive now!” Cass said as if it would change anything.

Dinah shook her head. “The funeral’s off the table,” she said decidedly.

Cass snatched the invitation back. “Why’s that?”

“Yeah, why’s that!” Harley echoed, crossing her arms and pouting dramatically. Dinah looked much like a mother as she explained that it could be dangerous.

“What if we all went?” Helena suggested.

It must have been a bad idea because Dinah glared at her usually silent friend.

“Yeah, everyone’s afraid of her!” Harley said happily as she pointed to her tall, Italian friend.

Helena shrugged. “Not everyone,” she mumbled, but no one heard it.

“When we go, and we get ambushed, you can all say that I was right,” Dinah said as she smacked her thighs. She used her toes to grab a soft blanket before she curled up on the recliner, covering herself in the soft fleece.

Helena shook her head as she watched the rest of her friends settle in for the night. Harley used her feather scarves as a pillow. Cass settled her head on Harley’s butt, sleeping as soundly as she always did when she was with her guardian. Helena watched this fondly. In many ways, Harley was everything to Cass: mother, guardian, sister, friend, mentor. It looked nice to have someone so willing to trust you. Helena said her good nights.

And she went to bed, alone.

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Dinah Lance slammed into the door of Harley’s bullet ridden car.

Harley followed soon after, fingers scrambling and aching as she struggled to reload her P30. “Okay,” she said, her voice remarkably calm. “So you were right,” she said, even laughing a little bit.

Dinah was shocked that Harley could just laugh at such a time as this.

"You think?" Helena snapped as she pulled back a bow. The release was dainty compared to the release on a gun. It was easier for Helena to use her crossbow, allowing her to move thrice as fast as someone like Harley.

Although, Harley was above average when it came to ricocheting bullets like candy on Halloween night.

"I just wanna know who the FUCK killed Joker!" Harley screamed, right on cue. She stood and quickly aimed over the roof of her now bullet ridden Baby (Which Helena is going to get repaired with her own money, she already knows) and sent a shower of sparkling bullets across the way.

"HE WAS MINE!" Harley screamed again.

"Didn't he break up with you?" a man's voice called out after a moment of peace.

"HE WAS MINE TO KILL," Harley screamed for clarification.

"Ohhh."

Harley shot the man on sight. "He was askin' for it," she sniped when Helena gave her a dirty look. Helena forfeit.

"They're not going to let us out of here alive," Dinah called out from her stance. "I hate to sound cynical, but we're out numbered."

"Hold on," Cassie exclaimed over the gunfire as she crawled into the back of Harley's car, making her guardian cry out in anger. "Get outta there before you get killed!" Harley shrieked as she took Cass by the ankles and tugged her out.

Cass had taken hold of her red and black Jansport backpack. She threw it on the ground and started to dig through it, breathing hard. "Bruce gave me just one, he said it was for emergencies only. This feels like an emergency, right?"

The women all looked at each other for confirmation. "Yeah, alright," Dinah shrugged. "Emergency sounds fine, I guess."

"Not really the most urgent emergency," Helena admitted. "But by all means, use it!"

Cassie revealed a hand grenade, making Helena bite her knuckles to keep calm.

"Aw, fuck. Tell me you know how to use that," Renee swore from her position wrapped around a rifle that was jammed. She tried her best to fix it but eventually tossed it to the side, making it misfire and shoot a hole in the tire of Baby. The tire deflated and Harley wept obnoxiously loud as the car started to lose height.

"Why does God hate me?" Harley shouted to the sky.

Cass gestured for everyone to get down.

The Birds of Prey huddled together near the trunk of Baby, Dinah comforting Harley as Cass pulled the pin and tossed the grenade. Helena was shocked at Cassie's throw. She couldn't have done it better.

The ladies pulled Cassie into the huddle and tended as they waited for the explosion.

Helena even flinched as the blast sent rubble flying and pinging against the car.

There was silence following the incident, leaving the Birds to glance cautiously at each other before scrambling for a weapon and standing up. The group fell into the site of the mini war zone, looking around for any survivors that posed a threat. Most were unconscious, maybe even dead. Harley stomped over the wreckage, her Chanel boots crunching on the rubble as she stormed towards a man moving sluggishly. She pulled him up, her biceps bulging beneath her sleeves. "Who killed Joker, eh?" She demanded, her accent thicker with rage. "He was mine to kill."

"It was a whole group of them," the man gasped, trying to pry Harley's hands off him.

Helena watched cautiously, aware of the fact that Harley was truly angry and truly had a hard hatred against Joker and anyone that worked for him.

"This is the part where you elaborate," Dinah said in a grim voice. The man looked particularly frightened at the sight of armed women towering over him, especially while in the unyielding hold of Harley Quinn.

"There were other ladies, like you," he said, visibly sweating as he tried to wiggle away. "One had, like, this really bright hot pink hair. The other kept her face hidden. But there were more. There was a whole group of them, like you guys. That's all I know."

"Why'd they kill him?" Harley demanded, shaking him violently. Her blue eyes were filled with rage, and Helena knelt down to touch her friend's shoulder, a silent reminder that she was okay and she should take it easy.

"They said it was gift for a friend," the man stuttered. "Some guy who had beef with the Joker. These girls were getting revenge for a friend, that's all I know."

"How'd they do it?" Harley asked.

"M-Magic," he swore. Harley growled and the man started to tear up. "I swear! The girl with the pink hair had magic, and the girl with the mask just was...she was unstoppable. She was agile and strong and she had all sorts of tricks of her sleeves. She was like Batman."

Cass gasped, covering her mouth with her palm. "Holy cow," she said. "I know who killed him."

"Who?" her friends demanded.

Harley dropped the man and kicked him gently in the ribs, telling him to run away like the 'little piggy he was'. Boy, Helena had never seen anyone take off so quickly before.

Little patches of flames were still rippling across the site of the battle as Harley walked towards Baby. She leaned dramatically over the hood, hugging her car and whispering her goodbyes.

"So, who killed him?" Helena asked Cass again.

Cass was digging through her backpack, trying to find her cellphone. "I have to call her."

"Call who?!"

Cass took a deep breath. "Okay. It was way before my time with Bruce, but he had four apprentices at once. Dick Grayson,"

"Nightwing," Helena knew.

"Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd, and Y/n L/n."

"Jason Todd," Dinah repeated. "You said Joker killed him."

"He did. Jason and Y/n were best friends. Joined to the hip. When Jason became Robin, Barbara Gordon got...well, she got fucked up. Guess who was responsible. Joker found her apartment and shot her in the back. Paralyzed her."

Everyone looked at Harley, whose face was pale with horror. Helena could recognize the guilt on Harley's face. I could have done something, Harley's features cried.

"After that, Joker killed Jason. And the whole group fell apart. They were like a family. But Y/n was mad. She thought it was inexcusable of Batman to let Joker live after everything he had done. It caused a massive fight, and eventually Y/n left. Y/n wasn't even a Robin. She was a Batgirl, like Barbara was, and like I am. Barbara says she was lethal and always pulled her punches for Bruce's sake...

"It broke Bruce's heart, I think. He would never say it but...there are still framed pictures of Y/n around the house. She's like a ghost. But no matter how much Bruce loves her, he won't compromise his morals and beliefs. He wouldn't do that for anyone."

Helena was dumbfounded. A man would do that? Would let such a criminal live after hurting his apprentices, who he supposedly considers to be his own children?

No wonder this Y/n person left. Helena would have done the same. Y/n took the matter into her own hands, doing for her best friend what a father should have done for his son.

Harley was fuming. "I want to find this chick and I want to-"

"Harley, no!" Cass cried.

"You don't even know what I was gonna say," Harley snapped. "I want to thank her, and I want to hear every detail about that douche's death. And I also...I wanna apologize. To her, to that Jason fella, and to Betsy."

"Barbara," Helena corrected.

"Fine yes, 'Barbara'," Harley said. She dug around for her phone. "It's a good thing I got Triple A," she muttered as she scrolled through the cracked Samsung. She dialed the number. "Yeah, sure, I'll hold," she said to the operator. "I'm on hold," she alerted her friends.

"I'm not sure if taking Harley to see these girls is a good idea," Dinah admitted. Reneé leaned against Baby, whose tire was now completely empty and resembled a puddle. "Harley doesn't seem very stable right now," she added. Her voice was low so that Harley didn't hear, not as she was giving the Triple A hotline her information.

"I think Harley just wants closure," Helena admitted. "Whether or not that relates to her stability? I cannot say. But everyone deserves closure. I got mine, with Viktor. She should get hers."

The women glanced at each other, hesitant, before Dinah nodded to Cass. "Make the call."

Cass licked her chapped lips and flashed a thumbs up. "I'm on it."

With two of the Birds making important calls, Helena Bertinelli sat down in the bullet ridden back seat of Baby.

"Babs, hey. It's CC. You Gucci to talk?"

Helena wondered what that meant.

"Don't tell Bruce, like, at all, but I think I figured out who killed Joker. It was--oh. Uh huh. Uh huh. Interesting. Well, okay. Harley sort of wants to meet her, and the magic lady, too. Could that he arranged orrr...uh huh. Yeah. Gotcha. Totally. Yeah raspberries are fine. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Thanks!"

Cass ended the call and tucked her phone into her pocket. "We'll Barbara already guessed it was Y/n. She already got in touch. Y/n and her pink, magic friend are going to meet up at a secure location in Bludhaven. It's about fourty five minutes away, but if Harley really wants her closure, then that's where we gotta go."

Dinah made a face. "Yuck. Bludhaven? There's not another place, like Jump or something?"

"Sorry, but secure location beggars can't be choosers," Cass informed. She dug around her bag for a tootsie pop. She threw the wrapper in the car and shrugged. "It's demolished, now, anyways," she said before sticking the candy in her mouth.

Harley Quinn fluttered back over, seeking impossibly calm. "They got a guy comin out. It'll be 30 minutes at most."

"Harley...we found Y/n."

Harley's blue eyes widened with glee. "That's great. Can I meet her?"

"Yeah, we're going to meet up in Bludhaven. There's a secure location there."

"Define secure location," Helena finally said. "Because you keep saying it over and over."

Cass sighed. Her candy rattled against her tongue as she spoke. "It's Nightwing's girlfriend's apartment," she finally admitted. "Hey, Kori is being a real friend for letting us borrow her place," Cass added when the Birds hesitated to agree with the location.

Harley was tearing off her cuticles with impossible focus. She stared at her thumb as she tore away the skin, humming softly. "I just want this over with," she said. Her voice was strained. Helena realized, with shock, that Harley was crying.

Dinah, Reneé, Cass, and Helena gathered close. Harley rested her forehead on Reneé's shoulder. She finally allowed herself to cry.

"He was a horrible man," she bemoaned. "And maybe I was a horrible lady. I let him do it. I didn't do nothin to stop it."

"Don't blame yourself," Reneé said firmly. "He woulda found a way to do it all, anyways. Besides, it's all in the past. The bastard's dead. You gotta move on with your life. Don't let old guilt weigh you down."

Harley sniffled but nodded. "You're right."

She wiped her eyes, smearing sparkling green eyeshadow around. "It'll be alright," she said decidedly. "I guess now all we gotta do is see this Y/n chick. I want to hear every detail of Joker's suffering," she muttered to herself, cracking the knuckles of both pinkies.

Helena couldn't fathom how Harley was feeling.

Over the days that the Birds spent waiting for their meet up, Helena Bertinelli spent her time recalling all of her past. She laid in her bed one night, fiddling with her baby brother's toy car. If they had survived--if any of them--what would life be like now?

She wouldn't have any of her friends. She would probably be in an arranged marriage with a man, because the familial elders would have expected Helena to procreate and carry on the Bertinelli line.

And as bad as that particular thought seemed, Helena wondered how bad it actually could have been; because she'd still have her family.

She would have her baby brother. Her mama's shoulder to cry on. Her father's warm hands to wipe away her anxious tears. Her cousins and aunts and uncles, even the ones she never really knew. She'd at least have them.

Harley Quinn was similar to Helena Bertinelli in the sense that they both had no one. No one, real, anyway. Dinah had family, Reneé had family. Cass was content with living with Harley and training with Bruce Wayne; she had her friends and her life. Harley seemed to have no one, like Helena.

There was a knock at the door the following morning. "Up and ad'um," Harley announced.

Helena groaned.

Being friends with Harley was hard especially during times like this, when she was surprisingly motherly and made everyone wake up early. Although what Helena considered early was considered by the rest of society to be the normal time to wake up.

Indeed, Helena's cracked iPhone screen read 9:07 in the morning. Most establishments were open. Establishments like coffee houses, which Helena was in desperate need to visit. Cassie made coffee every morning, and every morning Helena commented it tasted like jailhouse coffee made in a toilet.

Helena tugged on a pair of black, high waisted pants and a navy blue sweater.

She kicked her door open and shuffled down the hallway, ignoring Harley's house pets, Bruce and Wayne, the two hyenas, as they followed her around and jumped on her legs, asking for attention.

Helena sat on the couch and allowed the animals to settle in her lap. She bet Wayne behind the ears as Bruce curled up on her lap, sniffing the blue sweater.

"Drink coffee here because we're not stopping," Harley said as she crossed the living room, clearly in the middle of getting dressed.

"Who made the coffee?" Helena asked.

"Cassie."

"I'll pass."

"Fuck you, you spaghetti noodle," Cassandra swore from her position in the kitchen. She was busy piling her mug of coffee with cream and sugar.

"Spaghetti noodle?" Helena asked. "You could do better."

"Okay, then teach me something in Italian. How do you call someone a balding cock sucker in Italian?"

Helena couldn't help but laugh. "Start a little easier, like with puttana."

"Whas that mean?" Cass asked. She slurped her coffee loudly.

"Bitch."

Harley walked in, finally ready to leave. She bore a sparkling blue pair of knee high boots, a black mini skirt, and her favorite leather jacket.

"Hey, Harley. Puttana!"

Harley gasped. "Fottiti! Eh?! Coglione," Harley yelled right back. "I'm wearing shorts under the skirt," she added, pulling up the flap of her mini skirt and revealing athletic shorts and a gun. "Maybe you're the puttana."

Cass paled. "Have you been teaching her Italian, too?" She demanded Helena.

"She doesn't have ta!" Harley snickered. "Maybe I just already know it."

"Your Italian has the Bertinelli seal of approval," Helena said with a smile. "As does your temper."

Cass was shaken up by her encounter with her guardian and she simply skipped away to the arm chair. She whistled and Bruce went skipping over, too, eager to sit beside her.

"We're meeting these other chicks at Cassie's friend's girlfriend's apartment. So Helena, I'm telling you right now to be nice." Harley sounded stern and completely serious. Helena took it a bit too personally.

"What, am I mean or something?" She asked. "I can be nice."

"Meh," Cass said. Bruce laughed wickedly as if to agree.

Helena gave Bruce a dirt look. "Bacha ma culo," she muttered to the animal.

Because Harley's car was unsalvagable, the ladies had to wait for Dinah to pick them up with Reneé. Hopefully they'd bring breakfast. Knowing Reneé she was already smoking her third cigarette and eating directly out of a Dunkin Donuts box.

When Dinah did arrive, the three ladies kissed Bruce and Wayne goodbye and left. Helena, Cass, and Harley all carried some form of weapon, three or more at least.

Harley whimpered when she saw Dinah's car out front. Like Harley's had been, Dinah's was vintage, but a different make and model. Helena figured any good looking car reminded Harley of what she had lost.

The girls piled into the car, and Reneé passed Helena a warm coffee and a Dunkin Donuts box. Helena greedily took a bite from a Boston Creme, making Harley cackle. "Helena, you look like you just ate pussy," she cackled again, much like a fourteen year old boy.

"Yeah, sure," Cass said as she reached for an apple fritter. "Helena doesn't get chicks."

Helena paused. "I could get chicks," she argued after debating for a moment too long.

"Yeah, but you don't. You don't even go out," Cassie added before taking a large bite out of her fritter.

"Where's all the sugar raised?" Harley asked as she grabbed the box. She ate a single sprinkle.

"Dinah had both of them," Reneé said as she lit a cigarette.

Harley made a sound like a feral cat as Dinah hit the gas.

The car eventually floated onto the interstate, taking the first exit on the left towards Bludhaven.

Helena was still thinking about what Cass said. She could get chicks. She could if she tried. And really, what was Helena doing if not trying? Not having "a chick" didn't mean she could get one. It more meant that she was choosing not to have one.

Helena groaned at her own logic.

Dinah pulled into the lot of the apartment complex By now the sun was shining overhead, though not quite at its peak in the sky.

Cass immediately knew where to go, leading her friends up the stairs to the apartment where the infamous Y/n and Jinx were waiting.

An extremely tall woman answered the door. Her eyes were vivid green and she had hair like fire. Helena felt dizzy looking at her, for her beauty was so striking and unearthly.

The woman smiled at Cass. "Come in," she said softly. She had a strange way of speaking, Helena noticed.

"Is she an alien?" Harley asked Helena, in a whisper that wasn't exactly quiet. Helena rolled her eyes. "Seriously?"

"Yes," the woman answered with an airy chuckle. "I am, actually, what you would refer to as an alien. Though from where I am, it seems you are all the aliens."

Harley started to profusely apologize.

The woman looked frantic, and started to apologize for upsetting Harley.

Helena couldn't believe what she was watching.

"Kori? It's been two minutes and you made the guests cry," a man said as he rounded the corner. He was also tall with dark hair, and he neared his girlfriend. He must be Nightwing, who Helena had worked with before but never seen his bare face.

"Huntress!" Nightwing quickly recognized. Helana felt pretty good at the recognition, especially when he extended a fist for a fist bump. Helena gladly accepted.

"It's nice to meet you again. Or see you. You know what I mean," Helena muttered.

Kori was about a head taller than her lover, but it didn't seem to bother Nightwing.

Cass made herself at home quickly, kicking off her shoes and curling on the couch with what looked like a giant larva. Helena stared at the strange looking creature. It did move and it did seem to enjoy Cassie's petting. Kori rushed over and scooped the creature up like it was a little puppy.

"This is Silky!" She said happily, showing off her pet. Helena and Dinah seemed to be the only ones that realized it was a weird, almost slimy looking creature that was very clearly not from earth.

Reneé was shockingly okay with petting Silky on the head. Harley cooed at the creature and pet it beneath its chin. "I've never seen such a large silk worm," she said with awe.

Helena was shocked.

"What? I took a couple biology classes during under grad. I wanted to be a marine biologist at first."

That's fair, Helena supposed. Harley was a thousand times smarter than anyone gave her credit for.

Harley seemed to realize that all of her attention was on Silky. She pulled back and looked around. "Where's Y/n?" She asked.

The room fell completely silent. Kori smiled endearingly at Nightwing before heading off to the kitchen, mentioning something about a mincemeat pie. Helena cringed. Mincemeat pie? Definitely an alien.

"Dick?" Cass asked as Kori placed Silky back in her lap. Nightwing responded to the term and Helena infered that Dick must be his actual name.

"Is Bruce angry?"

Dick's face softened at Cassie's concern. "He'll get over it," he reassured her, taking a seat beside her. "Jason and Y/n will be here soon."

"Wait, they're not bringing Jinx?"

"They're not bringing anyone," Dick sighed. "Y/n has a whole group of friends, Jinx included. But she figured this was going to be better handled alone. After all, she and Jason premeditated that attack on their own."

"On their own?" Dinah repeated. "The guy we interrogated said Joker was killed with magic. We assumed it was a group effort."

Dick smiled sheepishly. "Jason and Y/n ordered the attack. They were prepared to carry it out all on their own, but Jinx and the others offered to help. They all seemed to have a grudge against Joker as well. But Y/n is pretty dead set on taking all the blame. She's scared Bruce will come after her friends."

"Do you think he would do that?" Cassie asked in a low voice.

Dick hesitated. "I couldn't say for certain."

The grievous silence that settled over everyone was interrupted when Reneé asked permission to smoke in the apartment porch. Dick nodded and smiled. "By all means," he allowed, gesturing to the sliding glass door.

Helena took a cautionary seat beside Harley, who looked slightly nauseated.

"What's wrong?" Dinah asked her friend.

Harley looked a little bit green in the face. "I'm just scared," she admitted. "Scared to meet Jason. And Y/n."

"Don't be," Dick reassured Harley. "They're nice, for the most part."

"That's not it," Harley said bitterly. "If I were Jason? I would want to kill me. I let Joker do all of that. He paralyzed your friend, right? He killed Jason, too, right?"

Dick looked uncomfortable at the mention of such events. "I didn't realize we were making family affairs public," he muttered to Cass. Cass shrugged. "You make it sound like we're the Royal family. "It'll be fine," she added when Dick continued to look uncomfortable.

The knock on the door startled Helena. Three stern raps on the door, just like when Helena was 13.

Helena stared at the door with momentary fear coasting through her blood.

"It's just them," Dick said. He must have noticed the tension on Helena's face, but he didn't realize just how terrified those three raps on the door actually made her.

Dick strode to the door and opened it, greeting his good friends with a hushed voice.

"Hey, Jay. Y/n."

Helena could hear them hugging and touching, greeting the way close family would during a holiday visit.

Helena stood and watched from the corner.

Jason Todd was and Y/n L/n were strikingly gorgeous.

Jason wasn't as tall as Dick, but he was broad and muscular, with hair black like charcoal and streaked with white, like wisps of winter.

Y/n wasn't quite as intimidating. Not at first. But the more Helena looked at her, the more she could see the hidden dangers that Y/n posed to anyone that might oppose her. Chunky platform boots that were too thick to be stylish, likely housing some sort of last resort weapon in the leather pockets. A leather jacket, raspberry colored, outlined with discreet handguns.

Jason was more outright, with his weapons strapped to his tactical belt, but Y/n? She was definitely the lion in sheep's clothing.

Her hair had streaks of hot pink going through its natural h/c, the tones of h/c like natural highlights. Y/n hugged Dick like a brother, her arms wrapping around him tightly.

The three once-apprentices of Batman huddled in the foyer. They were discussing something very quietly, and Helena caught Y/n's e/c eyes flickering over the figures that lingered in Dick and Kori's apartment. She assessed Harley, Dinah, and Helena most of all, likely seeing the same thing Helena saw when she looked at Y/n; hidden danger. Helena had her weapons packed the same way Y/n did.

Jason muttered something: whisper whisper whisper, Harley Queen, whisper whisper.

Y/n muttered something back. whisper whisper 'Quinn' whisper whisper Arkham Psych Ward.

Helena then heard a very distinct, "Be Nice" from Dick. "Kori will be very upset if you trash the place. She just redecorated."

Dick gestured for his friends to come forward, into the living room area, where Renee had decided to rejoin the group.

Kori hovered by the kitchen entry, clutching a steaming pot of mincemeat with her bare hands. Must be an alien thing.

"Jason and Y/n are here! I made the mincemeat pie," Kori said proudly.

"Looks great, Star," Y/n said. "Unfortunately I already ate-"

"I also have a frozen pizza in the oven," Kori snickered.

"I could probably eat again soon, however," Y/n corrected herself.

Kori set the pie down on the coffee table and looked around, eager to be a hostess.

Y/n and Jason took their seats, looking around at the new guests before them. "So you must be Harley Quinn," Jason said, folding his arms over his chest. He was abnormally attractive, Helena realized, much like Y/n was. It was likely they were dating, she then realized, and she felt an immediate sense of disappointment for no reason.

"That's me," Harley said carefully, not looking like her usual self at all.

"You wanted us to come. Why? Revenge or something?" Jason snarked.

Y/n didn't do anything to calm Jason. She rather sat there, tapping her boot patiently against the floor.

"I wanted to meet whoever killed Joker," Harley said. "And I wanted to, uhm, apologize?"

"You sure?" Y/n pressed, honing in on the first weakness Harley displayed. Harley grew frustrated. Helena could see that Harley wanted to lash out and stay something snarky or sarcastic; but her guilt was overruling her mind.

"Joker was a horrible person," she said. "He didn't love me. He used me. He hurt me...ignored me when he was tired of me. He'd leave for weeks on end without saying goodbye, then reappear like nothin happened. And I was too scared and alone to stand up to him."

Jason didn't seem convinced, but Y/n definitely had a visible change of heart. "I heard what you did for Cass," Y/n said. "That you adopted her. Why let her train with Bruce?"

Harley ground her teeth. "I don't really like Bats, but it's a good opportunity for her. Better than what I can offer her."

You have a side glance to Jason who just sighed heavily. "You have nothing to apologize for," he gave in. "My one concern, though? Rethink the whole Cass-Robin situation." Jason used a scarred hand to gesture a mess.

"I'm not a Robin," Cass interjected.

"Not yet?" Y/n asked.

"Not ever. I'm going to be the new Batgirl."

Y/n shot up to your feet and glowered at Dick. "Interesting how you left that part out," she said loudly. "You're going to let him get another kid killed? Or worse?"

"Calm down, friend," Kori said in a soothing voice. "I'm involved, now. Dick learned his lesson. We all did, and Bruce did, too. Nothing is going to happen to her."

"Well that's great. One more kid to keep an eye on, huh? What about Timmy? Or Carrie? Or what about poor Stephanie's mother? I'm not trying to go to another bat-kid's funeral," Y/n shouted.

Helena stared in awe. "Who's Stephanie?" She asked at the same time Cass did.

"Oh, you don't know?" Jason laughed. "Just a Robin that also died. Not by Joker's hand," he said when Harley looked like she would puke. "Not that it matters. The people that cross our paths aren't taken care of. Not by Bruce. Cassandra, Cass, whatever your name is. Don't expect anything from Bruce. He'll give you a place to crash and fun toys to play with, but he won't ever have your back."

Cass remained silent as Dick tried to calm Jason down. "I'm always with her," Dick said, being obviously careful as he chose his tone of voice.

Helena looked intensely towards Y/n, whose face was stoic. "It's Miss Cane's choice," Y/n said very softly. For the first time, Y/n looked at Helena, their eyes meeting. Lighting zipped down Helena's spine.

"I ultimately have nothing to do with whatever he does anymore," she added. "Only advice I have to give is to learn what you can, then leave. It's not that he doesn't care about you, or the others he takes on. He does. But nothing, and I mean nothing, will ever make him change his ways."

Cass nodded, looking like a wounded dog, nodded quietly. "Thank you for telling me," she whispered, her voice hoarse. Harley rubbed Cassie's back, looking like a mother. Helena was always stunned by Harley's capacity to be whatever Cass needed; younger, as a thirteen year old, Harley was a lot like a fun older sister. Now that Cass is grown, Harley's started acting like a mother, teaching Cass how to manage finances and other such things.

"How did you kill him?" Harley asked, changing the subject.

Y/n looked puzzle. "Joker?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, my friend subdued him and I...well I beat the shit out of him. He kept laughing, and it made me so angry. So I snapped and killed him. My friend helped with her magic, but ultimately, it was me."

Harley nodded, her shoulders relieving themselves of the tension they've held all morning.

"I guess I was expecting something bigger."

"Bigger then that?" Jason laughed.

"Well, we heard that Joker died from magic," Renee said from her spot on the couch. "That sounded way cooler then what Batserella did."

Y/n glared.

"Magic was sort of involved," she said through gritted teeth. "I couldn't have done it without her. Joker's will power was unique. He was a lot stronger then I realized."

"Ooh, let's meet the magic friend," Dinah said.

"No," Y/n said flatly. "She's staying in hiding. I don't need Jinx getting tracked down for what I did. I solicited the attack, she just wanted to help. She had her fair share of revenge."

Harley shook her head as she looked into absolutely nothing. "I should have killed him way earlier," she muttered.

"Yeah," Jason said. "Probably. No point in worrying about it anymore. We just gotta keep the body hidden."

Helena stared. "Why?" she asked.

"Lazarus pit," Y/n answered for her friend. "The key to immortality, some would say. It brings people from the dead. From the brink of death, grants powers, and all that. We don't need a Joker resurrection."

Jason took to his feet. Jason took to his feet, brushing off whatever dander he saw on his pants. "Star, you mind if I use your bathroom?"

"Not at all," Kori said kindly. Jason must have been over many times because he knew the way there.

"I live here, too," Dick sighed, making Kori laugh.

"I'll go check on that pizza," Kori said before fluttering back to the kitchen, her fiery hair swaying just below her thighs. Helena touched her own, short black hair and grimaced.

"Why do you call her 'Star'?'" Harley asked. "And why isn't she using oven mitts?"

The pot of mincemeat pie was still very warm to the touch.

"She's not from earth," Y/n responded as she stretches her legs out. "She's from a planet called Tamaran. She naturally has this ability to..." Y/n scratched her chin as she struggled to word it properly. "I guess she can just naturally produce weird, radioactive energy. Like, the fumes and matter found in stars. Extreme heat just doesn't seem to really bother her. I've seen her go into burning buildings to save people, something a regular person, like you or me, couldn't do. So sometimes we call her Starfire."

Harley's eyes watered as she thought of her own Starfire.

"So, she's like Superman?" Dinah asked. Dinah didn't seem to care as much for Harley's old car as Harley clearly did, because she was cursing God again.

"Uh, no. As far as I'm concerned, Cl-Superman thrives off of the energy of the sun. Kori can just withstand it. Big difference. Ask Kori, she'd love to talk about it."

Kori came back in with a steaming pan of cheesy pizza, and a side dish of what appeared to be yellow mustard.

"Thanks a million," Y/n said happily as her friend took a seat beside her. Kori cut herself a slice. She dipped her food into the dish of yellow mustard, taking a large bite.

Weird, Helena thought. It was almost insulting to the nature of food.

Y/n, Dick, and Jason all seemed used to Kori's mannerisms. No one minded her strange tastes in food or the weird lilt in her voice.

"So that's it?" Harley asked when Jason entered the room again and snagged a slice of pizza. "No one's mad at me?!"

Y/n paused mid chew. "Of course not."

Jason shrugged. "I don't give a fuck."

"Like, I came here expecting to be pummeled bu you folks, but you're so fricking nice. You've got an alien pet and Digornio pizzas. And no one cares about me at all!"

Y/n looked confused at Harley's outburst. Kori was quick to be at Harley's side. "We care about you!" Kori said soothingly. "Dick spoke very highly of you. He helped you and Helena Bertinelli just a couple weeks ago, and said that you were very considerate and kind to the mafia you caught laundering drugs into Gotham elementary schools.

Harley smiled sadly at Kori. "You just sayin' that to make me feel better or did ya boyfriend really tell you that?"

The redhead nodded happily. "He told me!" She assured. "Your friends even came with you to help confront Y/n and Jason," Kori added. "On my planet, we would conclude this hangout session with a shared reading of the Friendship and Graditude Verses."

Harley's eyes glistened with joyous tears.

"The who-there-and-a-what-now?" Reneé said as she dug through her pocket for another cigarette.

"Oh!" Kori said happily, clasping her hands at her breast. "It's a beautiful poem. Just around six thousand verses."

Dinah choked but covered it up with a cough.

Kori laughed sheepishly. "Not many people enjoy to hear it. But that's alright."The group very quietly began to disintegrate, people heading off to do their own thing.

Helena didn't like watching everyone interact with each other; she felt like an outsider looking in on an intimate moment between family. The bond these four people had; Kori, Dick, Jason, and Y/n, it reminded her too strongly of family. A family she didn't really have.

The Birds weren't real. They had their own lives. They were just fine with letting Helena be apart of the group, but she wasn't really close with any of them. Dinah and Harley were pretty close, always going to the cinema with each other. And of course Harley was like Cassie's mother-sister-guardian. And Reneé? Reneé was, admittedly, not super active with them all, but she cares. It was proven by the fact Reneé remembers everyone's birthdayc and always gets the perfect gift.

But Helena doesn't exactly contribute to the family. The group.

Helena stepped outside to the porch where Reneé had been smoking earlier. She looked down at the ground below, littered with dead leaves and pine needles.

The door slid open behind her and she saw that Y/n had followed her out.

"Hey," she said coolly, leaning against the banister beside Helena. "You're the Crossbow Killer, aren't you?"

Helena frowned. She typically would have yelled but she couldn't seem to muster the courage to yell at you. "I actually prefer Huntress," Helena said bitterly.

"Hey, my bad," you said, holding up your arms in a yielding stance. "Everyone called me Batgirl before. I tried to relabel myself as Batwoman, but being that I was fourteen years old and a B cup, no one took that seriously."

Helena actually laughed, despite the current flow of social anxiety.

"I heard how you helped take out Roman Sionis," Y/n added. "He really had his claws in Jinx for a while. I bet she would have wanted to meet you, had she known you'd even be here."

"So magic is real?" Helena asked.

Y/n smiled. "Yep. Sorry, I thought you knew. It must be shocking."

"How much more shocking can it get when aliens have been proved to exist?" Helena asked with a long sigh.

"You sound so sad over it," Y/n poked. Helena wasn't sure why Y/n even cared. She also wasn't sure why she was bothering to answe Y/n's questions.

"I don't know..." Helena mumbled.

Y/n looked at Helena thoughtfully. "You should come train with me and Jay some time."

"Jay?"

"Jason," Y/n clarified.

"Oh, your boyfriend."

Y/n's face contorted. "Hell no," she guffawed. "Jason and I? Good lord. No. Even if I was straight, Jason and I wouldn't work. He's my best friend."

"Oh..."

"I can set you two up, if that's what you're thinking," Y/n suggested. "But I gotta say, he's sort of a downer."

Helena shook her head. "No, not at all. You and I are in the same boat. I'm not-I mean like-"

"Hey."

"Yeah?" Helena gasped.

"Chill." Y/n laughed as she brushed some hair from Helena's face. Helena was stunned by the forward course of flirtation.

The moment of course ended before Helena could properly appreciate it.

Jason pulled the glass door open and looked at Y/n. "We gotta go if we want to make it to Karen's potluck," Jason informed.

Y/n huffed. "Tell Bumblebitch to quit inviting us to parties at the last minute." She looked sheepishly at Helena. "Sorry. Karen's a friend. I kind of have to leave. Jason and I should probably pick up a cookie cake of some sort to bring."

Helena nodded. "Have fun. I guess."

Y/n winked. "I'll see you around, Huntress. Perhaps I'll check in on Cass sometime soon."

Goodbyes were bid. Harley latched onto Jason, giving him a tight hug and weeping, apologizing, and overall swearing her fealty.

Jason, uncomfortable, pat Harley's head. "Please let me go," Jason said quietly.

"You smell like jasmine," Harley wept.

Jason pushed Harley off. "You're crazy. I'm not mad at you."

"Are you sure?" Harley pressed.

"Yes!" Jason exclaimed. "I'm absolutely sure! Stop fucking crying."

Harley wiped her eyes with the inside of her wrist before nodding. "Okay, okay. Will you text me?"

Jason dragged Y/n to the foyer. "Bye," Y/n managed to say before Jason tugged her over the threshold.

"He'll text me," Harley assured herself after the door shut.

Dinah pat Harley on the shoulder. "He most definitely won't."

Dick shrugged. "Don't take it personally."

Harley sighed. "It doesn't feel like I've accomplished anything," she admitted. Helena was sad to see her friend so forlorn. Harley always felt that she needed to accomplish things. Helena realized this when she found Harley's to do list taped to the refrigerator door. It changed everyday, always earning new tasks.

"Guilt is an ongoing feeling," Kori said softly. "It fluctuates, it comes and goes. But one day you will realize that you are able to bear it, or even look past it. Besides, making amends is the first step in bettering yourself."

Dick kissed Kori on the cheek. "So wise," he praises.

"You can all stay for lunch, if you want," Kori said gleefully. "After all, no one touched the pie."

One by one, eyes flickered to the untouched mincemeat pie on the coffee table. And just like that, the Birds all found a reason to leave.

"We should see them more often," Cass said with a pleasant smile on her face.

Helena thought of Y/n.

"Yeah," she said. "We should."

The Birds collectively looked at Helena, shocked. "Is Helena Bertinelli consenting to social interaction?" Dinah snorted.

"It's cos she wants to see that chick again," Reneé snickered.

Cass jumped over the car door, and landed clumsily in the back seat of Dinah's car.

"Y/n and Helena would be so cute together!" She cried as she dug around her pocket for a blue tootsy pop.

Helena grimaced as she entered the vehicle. "Let's just go home."

Harley made kissing noises in Helena's ear.

Helena hardly cared. She just wanted to go home.

If Y/n and Jason, Dick and Kori could make a family, then Helena could make a family too.

Maybe she already had one.

"Hey, guys?" Helena spoke up.

The ladies grunted and 'hmm'd in response.

"I, uh. I love you. All."

"We love you too, Hel," Dinah said from the front seat.

It was so casual. Dinah had just tossed the words out like they meant nothing. But to Helena, they were as precious as gold.

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That evening, Cass burst into the bathroom. Helena shouted profanities as she covered herself with a towel. "Y/n just texted me asking for your number," Cass said as another tootsy pop rattled against her teeth.

"Okay, and?!" Helena shouted.

"Well, can I give it to her?" Cass asked, somewhat obnoxiously.

"Yes, you can, now get the fuck out of here."

Cass have Helena a dirty look. "Hurry and rub clits with Y/n," she advised. "Maybe then you'll be in a better mood."

Cassandra screamed when Helena raised a fist, preparing to strike her. Cass sprinted out, and Helena shut the door after her.

Helena reflected on her mood. She had to admit, a decent sex life would probably keep her profanity and rage well maintained.

Perhaps Y/n violently killing Joker was the best thing to happen. For several people. For Harley, for Jason, and for Helena. Clit included.

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Masterlist? Kind of? UPDATED

fandoms list (yes this is everything, not in any particular order): Hermitcraft, ESMP, Life Series, Marvel, DC, WOF, Riordanverse, MHA, XPLR, Divergent, Hunger Games, Maze Runner, Disney, ATLA, Wizarding World, IT, Ducktales, any and all theater (TECH PEOPLE UNITE), Gravity Falls, SVTFOE, Thomas Sanders, Daredevil, horror (Scream especially my beloved), Transformers, Jurassic World, Star Wars, Little Nightmares, Pacific Rim, Monsterverse, Pitch Perfect, RWRB, Young Royals, Osemanverse, SCP, Six of Crows, TAWOG, Berrybrook/ BBMS, Descendants, TMNT, Alan Becker/ AVM, Top Gun, Umbrella Academy, Neytirix, Voltron, Greatest Showman, X-men, Zelda, DBD, Undertale, Daughter of the Deep, Poppy Playtime, Black Phone, Murder Drones, Free Guy, Good Omens, Nimona (movie), COD, Hazbin Hotel, Dead Boy Detectives, Fast and Furious, the Empyrean, Sturniolo triplets, F1, AOUAD, WEBTOONs: Homesick, Boyfriends, School Bus Graveyard, High Class Homos, Everything is Fine, BWFA, Clinic of Horrors, Reunion, Castle Swimmer, The D!ckheads

ship moment (and I’m probably forgetting some):

Hermitcraft/ ESMP/ Life Series etc—

Mostly a multishipper? But I do have some favorites

Scarian

Rendoc

Ethubs

Team ZIT

HEX

Hypnocrafted

Stresskall

Jels

Welsuma

Gridoc

GLASS!! SPOUSES!! I will die on this hill

Team Rancher

Nature Wives

Marvel —

Parleynova/ any variation

Ironstrange

Stucky

Thorbruce

Kate x Yelena I don’t remember

Shuri x MJ

Shuriri

Spideypool

Spideypool but fem

Venomeddie

Nightsilver

Nightangel

DC—

Birdflash

Jayroy

Timkon

Damijon

Steph x Cass x Kara?? Not sure about that name lol

Superbats

Halbarry

Harlivy (DUH)

Batcat

Bluepulse

Jaytim

Jaydick

Yeah yeah I’m a multishipper you know the drill

WOF—

Qinter

Glorybringer

Sunny is aroace fight me

Turtlejou

Moon is also. Aroace

Lynx and Snowfall

Pineapple and Jambu😭

Plus a bunch from Lauren Black’s books if you haven’t read them go do it she may as well be canon

Riordanverse—

Percabeth

Pipabeth

Jercy

Valgrace

Solangelo (duh)

Thaleyna

Blitzstone

Fierrochase

Malconnor (MY BELOVEDDD)

NEW SHIP ALERT: Engineering bfs (Jake Mason x Malcolm Pace)

MHA—

Kiribaku

Dekushima

Momojirou

Miritamu

Shinkami

Dabihawks

Shigadabi

Wizarding World (oh boy)—

The constant struggle over choosing between Drarry and Scorbus is real

But also Hedric

Perciver

Deamus

Wolfstar duh

Jegulus

Rosekiller

Linny

I don’t remember the Teddy x James one but

It (2017 + 2019)—

REDDIEEE

Stenbrough

Benverly

we stan aroace Mike

Transformers—

Racer bfs

I don’t know any ship names help

OP and Ratchet

Wheeljack and Bulkhead

Arcee and Arachnid just not when they’re toxic

KOBD

MegOP

Star Wars—

Stormpilot ftw

Dinluke

Kylux

Reyrose

What’s the mando princess x priestess one again

Osemanverse—

Don’t talk to me canon ships are perfect

Berrybrook—

Starting off by saying these are CHILDREN and I’m not sexualizing them in any way

Canon ships are SO CUTEEE I CAN’T

I think Jensen is aroace

Hedgehog and whatever that emo kid from the Diary is called (I KNOW THEY’RE MINOR CHARACTERS LEAVE ME ALONE)

Listen I know that Alex and Joseph are both taken but I’m ngl I thought they were dating at the beginning of Enemies

Send ships I’ll probably agree with you

Descendants—

Harlos and Umvie are superior

Multiship lol

Top Gun—

Hangster

Icemav

Payback and Fanboy

Bob and Phoenix

DBD—

Ghostfrank

Susie x Julie

Hag x Blight

I know zero ship names

Black Phone—

Finbin/ Rinney

Brance

Showstagg

Murder Drones—

I… don’t like Uzi, sorry

Not gonna ship her with N

And V is toxic

And Cyn is a psychopath but they had good chemistry— I like her (thus far)

J and Tessa they’re cute

Thad is gay as fuck. That is all

Nimona—

Nimona x anarchy and murder <33

COD—

Okay omg

I think all the ships are honestly arguable we don’t really have bad ones

BUT I do have my favorites

Soapghostroach/ any variation but especially that one

Gaz x Jackson

Nikprice

Alerudy

Alex x Farah I forgot the name lmao

Hazbin—

Radioapple

Radiostatic

Vox x Valentino

Huskerdust (AAAAAAAAAA)

The Empyrean—

Bodoc save me

Brennan and Naolin OBVIOUSLY

Riorgail defender, and it is RARE for me to love the main straight ship as much as I love these idiots

Sloane and Dain oh my gods

F1–

yes they’re real people no it’s not serious it’s just crazy how narrative it gets over there oml

lestappen obviously

landoscar my beloved

bearnelli🩷🩷🩷🩷

honestly throw whatever at me I’ll probably agree with you

Homesick—

Personally I’m on Tommie’s side as far as shipping Rayne goes but I do love Sam

Unfortunately. Most of the characters are dead

There’s not a lot of people to ship

SBG—

AIDEN X TYLER!! MY BOYS!!

Taylor x Ash

Logan x Ben

The fact that there’s official art of them TvT my heart

Castle Swimmer—

Mono x Galoo

Honestly Skiff is so cute. If Kappa and Siren are poly that would be so

Fizz is a dick. That is all

D!ckheads—

If Levi and Eli and Marcus don’t end up together I swear to god

The mean girl and the druggy they’re perfect for each other

people that own my heart (aka I will write/ rb x readers for, but that doesn’t happen often):

Jason Todd/ Red Hood

Dick Grayson/ Nightwing

Simon Ghost Riley

König

Any non-specific Ghostface

Druig

Matt Murdock/ Daredevil

Sam and Colby

Matt Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo

Max Verstappen

George Russell

Charles Leclerc

Lando Norris

Liam Mairi

SHH NONE OF THESE SAY ANYTHING ABOUT ME DON’T THINK ABOUT IT TOO HARD

some AU’s I got:

Superhero au (Hermitcraft)

Theater au (Hermitcraft)

Marvel x DC

DC x Riordanverse

High school au (DC)

Greatest Showman au (DC)

Hunger Games au (Riordanverse)

PacRim au (Riordanverse)

Wizarding World au (Riordanverse)

Riordanverse x Marvel

Band au (Wizarding World/ Marauders era)

IT x Stranger Things

Everybody lives au (TBP)

Riordanverse au (COD)

I got 2 different band aus for COD— one is Måneskin themed and the other is Arctic Monkeys

Top Gun au (COD)

Halo au (COD)

Avatar au (COD)

PacRim au (COD)

SCP au (COD)

Jurassic World au (COD)

Homesick x SBG

non-specific tags:

DBD is what I tag everything horror, even if it’s not in the game lmao

everything random that isn’t really related to anything is tagged shitpost

’save’ is everything I wanna come back to

also ‘writing’ is pretty self explanatory

so I know I forgot some ships. send some in I’ll probably agree with you lol

ask! me! about! my oc’s! I have literally tons for basically every fandom so

yes you can make oneshot/ headcanon requests for almost any of these

I yell about a different fandom every day filter by tags XD don’t see the one you’re looking for because I haven’t made anything for it yet? ask away!

consistent formatting is a myth. sometimes I use proper capitalization and punctuation. sometimes I do one and not the other. sometimes I don’t do either. I’m consistent PER POST at least LMAO

asks always open!

[lilyqueenoffrogs]

HCs no one asked for but I’m giving them anyway (their all younger in this)

- I like to think that Jason and Dick we’re close in age just a little cause there is no greater chaos than two siblings that are close in age, it’s just double trouble all around. Cause if the one sibling did something then the other will follow.

also the thought of Dicks friends immediately just like adopting Jason as their little brother is just *chef kiss*

- Ra’s Al Ghul is fucking dead

- Thalia gets to be happy and super cool and fancy

- Barbra has gotten carpal tunnel before

Thought of that cause my mom had it when she work at a desk job and Barbra’s all into computers and stuff so it might have happened

- Tim sounded like Annie from Annie the musical when he was younger

- Jason and Dick use to babysit Tim on the weekends

- Tim had a collection of dinosaurs figurines

- Duke loves playing in the sandboxes

- Dick tried to teach Jason how to do some tricks on the bars but Jason was scared of heights

- Duke loves salami

-Tim ate makeup once on accident

- Cass can tap dance

- young Bruce tried to pierce his own ear but passed out

- FINGER PAINTINGS ON THE FRIDGE

- pictures of baby Tim with Dick and Jason

- Tim called Dick, Richard for a really long time cause he was always told to be formal

- Damian has a rock collection

- Tim always has jolly ranchers in his pockets

-Duke was a biter

- Jason has sensitive skin

-Bruce has been in a constant fight with the ducks in the backyard since he was little

- Dick helps his brothers with their math homework cause he’s a mathlet

- Tim once shave off one of Bruce’s eyebrows

- Damian loves animal crackers

- Damian and Tim like to play with legos

- Jason reading stories to his siblings

- they make ants on a log (peanut butter and raisin on a celery stick) for after school snacks

This is so cute I feel better