#really interesting pull from this first show in dc

[microcosmtoxin]

i feel like an aesthetic twitter stan account like 🐦‍⬛💉 the first setlist of the rule of three tour has dropped 🏢🍐

[mokulule]

Wheel of Fortune

Fandom: DP x DC Ship: Dead on Main (Jason/Danny) Inspired by this post

Jason was relaxing with a book in one of the student lounges at Gotham U. It had been hours since his last class ended, but this couch was comfortable and he’d just reached an interesting point in his book. He’d read it before, but that was beside the point. Around him the lounge area had emptied out as it had neared dinner time. The TV had been left on by someone and it was now playing reruns of Wheel of Fortune - easily ignorable background noise, so Jason hadn’t bothered to locate the remote.

Footsteps behind him instantly drew his attention but he kept his shoulders relaxed and his eyes on the book. He’d stopped reading but still turned a page. He waited for the footsteps to pass by, but they didn’t. They stopped right behind him. They-

“Fuck me in the ass tonight?” There was a note of disbelief in the question.

Jason’s head snapped up, bewildered and saw a young man: black hair, blue eyes, short, slight build, looked like a stiff wind could blow him over - not a threat, the back of his mind concluded. He had been looking towards the direction of the TV, but when Jason turned to look at him he snapped suddenly horrified eyes onto Jason. His face turned increasingly red. He completely clammed up.

Intrigued Jason looked at the screen showing Wheel of Fortune and ah-

He suddenly understood.

“Luck be in the air tonight,” he announced confidently.

There was the sound of a slap and Jason turned to find the other man covering his face with a groan and a mumbled, “not for me it isn’t.”

Jason found a smirk stretching his lips and he just couldn’t help it.

“Well that depends?”

Danny was absolutely mortified, he couldn’t believe he’d said that out loud and not only that but a handsome stranger had heard his absolute fail, but that last statement had him pausing. He let his hand fall away. The smirk he was met with made his knees feel a little weak.

“Depends?” Danny squeaked.

And oh shit, the man stood up and walked towards him and he was like a head taller than Danny and he looked like he could fold Danny in half. Danny gulped, he definitely had a problem. And then he was standing right up in Danny’s space.

The little agreeing hum from deep in the man’s chest set Danny’s body on fire. He leaned in close to Danny’s ear so he could feel the cool air of his breath tickling the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Depends on how much you meant the first statement.”

Danny’s brain broke a little.

The man was completely frozen before Jason and he leaned back with a small frown, slightly worried.

“You okay?” Jason asked.

It took a moment, before he seemingly came online again. He blinked and focused back on Jason.

“Is this a joke?”

Jason shrugged, suddenly self-conscious, because he didn’t really normally flirt and he was starting to feel like he should back further away. He didn’t, but it was a close thing.

“If you want it to be?” He finally settled on.

“And if I don’t?”

Jason sucked in a breath when blue eyes met his own. He wet his lips nervously, feeling like he was balancing on the summit of a mountain about to take a plunge. “Then it’s not.”

“Oh, thank fuck.”

Jason barely registered the words before he was pulled down into a kiss with surprising strength, and there were hands in his hair tugging deliciously and it was Jason’s back hitting a wall and huh, maybe he needed to re-assess the threat level, but later; Jason was busy right now.

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Hope you enjoyed this silly thing. If you're not too busy tell me what you thought on the way out, comments make the day brighter and it feeds the muse.

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

DP X DC AU Danny & The Little Dead Girl

(title pending lol, Danny and Curare adventures pt 2!) Pt 1 here My AU art

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Monday comes, as it is won't to do, and Danny has to go to school which means the baby halfa has to come to school too.

" ok, so, one rule for today, big rule, you gotta be quiet in class. Uh-"

Danny pulls his phone out of his pocket as their bus hits a pot hole. Sitting right at the front means they catch the momentum first and he has to hold Curaré against his side lest she go flying into the aisle.

A couple voices grumble behind them at the jostling as Danny gets his text to speech open.

" Necessitas ser quieto en clase. ¿Entiendes?" The Google robot lady voice translates for him.

Curaré blinks at him from behind her little paper face mask and looks from the phone to him curiously.

This is the game they've been playing since last night, Danny says something in English robo lady repeats it in Spanish.

Danny doesn't know if Curaré understands how the phone speaks or even that it does but she's giving him her favorite little blank expression so he assumes she gets it. At least, she hasn't really disagreed or disobeyed anything he's asked of her yet so...not gonna look that gift horse in the mouth Danny boy!

..

School goes well, mostly.

They get through the metal detectors and bag checks at the front entrance just fine. The security guards barely glance at Curaré once they confirm she isn't hiding a Glock or something under her shirt. Which it's kinda sad to know gun control is a cross-dimensional American problem but it's on brand if nothing else Danny thinks.

They get to first period without stopping at Danny's locker and settle down in two desks by the back door. This is Danny's usual spot, well usual as of a month ago, it's mostly empty back here now but Danny used to have a seat partner.

(A seat partner who had a kind of shady tweaker vibe that Danny would have been worried about but that kid went home early one day and never came back so....it's Curaré's seat now.)

The little dead girl looks even littler sat in the desk-chair combo, she can barely see over the top. Danny stacks three dictionaries under her for a boost then he gets her set up with some pencils and paper and the single highlighter he found on the floor his first day here.

Curaré seems vaguely interested in his offerings ,after Danny shows her how to use them to mark the page, and starts creating cautious marks of her own.

She keeps glancing back up at Danny as if to confirm that this is still fine? And he nods his head every time trying to be encouraging as it becomes obvious that nobody taught this kid to write inside Fosters Home for Real life Assassins. Which Danny thinks is poor planning on there part because really? If your Assassin can't write how the fuck were they supposed to leave ominous threatening warnings? Or fake suicide notes? Or any number of written props to flesh out a cover story.

Whatever, obviously the assassins raising Curaré sucked ass all around so he can't say he's surprised but he is majorly disappointed.

As the bell rings for first period a whole slew of teens rush in ahead of the teacher Mr. Berk. Simple guy, grey beard, coke bottle glasses, smells like Vics vapor rub, the works.

He's like the most chilled out version of Mr. Lancer ever so he's alright in Danny's books. Plus he only has one "rule", as long as your butt is in your seat by the time he calls your name for attendance he won't mark you late. In Gotham, where everyone and their brother has enough late marks from shitty public transportion to get detention, it's a pretty sweet rule.

So Mr. Berk takes attendance like usual and only pauses on Danny and Curaré in the back for a brief moment.

Curaré stops drawing and stares down Mr. Berk like he's the T rex from Jurassic park. Frozen in place and without breaking eye contact. He stares back at her completely unphased.

" A small visitor then?" He says.

Danny nods. " My sister"

" Mhm" Mr. Berk says already moving on to the next student on his roster.

Danny breathes out huge sigh of relief, that was so much easier then he expected.

They more or less repeat this exchange the whole day. Mondays suck ass because it's one of the only days Danny actually has all 6 periods, but they make it through 1st, 2nd, and nutrition unscathed.

By lunch time Danny thinks they might actually be home free, if no one is gonna bring up the whole freaking child tagging along with him then he can probably just bring her with him everyday.

Maybe he can find her some work books and she can learn the alphabet? And addition? That's like on track for 4 year olds right? Danny can't remember being 4 but that feels right to him. He will educate the child in his care like the responsible almost adult he is. She will go to college!

At lunch Danny sits them at the back of the school right next to the teachers lounge because it's mostly deserted.

In Danny's exprience the best place to hide is in plain sight. He's been sitting here everyday since he enrolled himself and the teachers have never noticed him. Their way too busy trying to get any kind of break from teaching high schoolers to be concerned.Which Danny is greatful for because he has broken the rule about using his cell phone at lunch 50 times at this point.

Listen he has to do universe research when he has access to wifi! Which he only does at school. The administration should be glad he's using his lunch period to educate himself really.

So they eat by the lounge. Danny has Curaré face away from the door so she can take off her face mask and eat unencumbered.The cut on her face is still gnarly, it looks an almost enflamed purple as it tries it's best to heal.

Danny had given Curaré a little immuno-boost with his own ecto the night before to try to speed up her healing factor. But like any Halfa, basically just Danny's personal experience, you have to nourish the ghost half and the human half in equal parts to heal all the way.

It's not until home room, period 6/7, that the metaphorical straw breaks the metaphorical camels back. or the real straw to the metaphorical camel? Did camels even carry straw? where would it go? Between there humps? Not important Fenton!

Home room was a grade A disaster.

Mr. Perez, Danny's kind of ancient home room teacher, who was for almost all intents and purposes blind, had a freaking nose for trouble. It's like he could sniff out vapes and cell phones as soon as they hit the stale class air. Danny thought this would be the easiest class by far, Mr. Perez wouldn't even see Curaré let alone smell her.

And at first it seems like he doesnt, Mr. Perez takes attendance and skips right over Danny and Curaré with no fanfare.

Danny thinks that's the end of it and starts to breathe easy until 15 minutes before the final bell when Mr. Perez' TA asks him to step into the hallway with her for a second.

Danny generally liked Mr. Perez's TA, her name was Sabrina Kahn and she was the kind of girl Jazz would have hung out with.Straight laced, wore argyle cardigans, read books, the smart sort. She looked Jazz's age too, maybe 21ish and she always rolled her eyes when people gave dumb answers in class.

She looks a little embarrassed to be speaking to Danny which immediately sets him on edge.

" It's okay that you brought your little sister today but, I'm sorry, you won't be able to do that again. A bunch of your teachers made complaints with the front office and Mr. Perez got a call about it ..."

Sabrina had always been nice to him and now she was about to ruin his whole week.

" But Ms. Kahn-" Danny started.

She gave him a sympathetic look " Lemme guess, your parents can't take her to work so this was the next best option?"

Danny closed his mouth and nodded, that was actually a much better lie then he was gonna tell, thank you Ms. Kahn. ( But also Boooooo curse you Ms. Kahn!)

" Here, I know it can be hard to find childcare for metas, especially ones as ah-vibrant as your sister. My brother had the same trouble with my nephew."

Sabrina hands Danny a flyer, it's still warm from the printer, it looks like it's just a screenshot of an email.

"Thanks?"

The TA rolls her eyes, wow a lot like Jazz then.

" It's the address to that daycare and a referral. They only take kids by word of mouth, they're kind of... off the books. But their good people! I hope they can help you Danny."

The paper is on off yellow, as Ms.Kahn heads back into homeroom Danny feels all his hope go with her. Shit, what was he gonna do now? He looks through the little glass window in the door to the back where Curaré sits, she's already watching him. He tries to smile at her, be reassuring, he's not sure it works.

......

When the bell finally rings Danny picks Curaré up and puts her on his hip to avoid her being crushed by the rush of high schoolers who stampede out the door in front of them.

The flyer from Ms. Kahn feels like it's burning a hole through his pocket as they ride the bus towards the Narrows.

Danny cased the house from the flyer with maps street view as well as he could. It showed a skinny sublet house across from a small strip mall and laundrymat.

Inconspicuous sure, maybe even innocent looking but well...you could never tell in Gotham, all the buildings looked sort of evil by default. It was probably because of the gargoyles and the general low level stink fog that seemed to always be out.

The big city™ really made Danny miss the suburbs of Amity Park more then just the regular gut wrenching home sickness. Oh what'd he'd give to take a deep breath of air and not inhale the smell of piss when he walked down the street.

They get off the bus at the corner a block from the daycare.

Danny holds Curaré's hand which makes for slow going but seems like the right thing to do. She's never wandered off but Danny didn't want to give her the opportunity to either.

As he helped her climb the three short stairs up to the house Danny was suddenly hit with a wave of panic.

What the fuck am I doing? Am I really gonna take care of this freaking Halfa ghost baby for the next 18 years? Im not even an adult! I work weekends at BatBurger for minimum wage WTF?

Danny's hands began to sweat and his stomach cramped. Oh fuck, here was the existential crisis he'd been waiting for since he first decided to take Curaré from the leagues super secret baby basement.

Oh shit he couldn't breathe, what was he gonna do! OH fuck think!

What would jazz do? Call child services and offer psychological support. Not Uber helpful in this case Danny didn't know the first thing about psychology and Gotham CPS was actual prison.

What would Sam do? Assassin babies are hella counter culture but maybe find a cool rich eccentric family to adopt them? Nope, not gonna work Danny only knew one eccentric rich girl and she was a whole dimension away. FUCK THINK FENTON!

What would Tucker do? In this situation ask Google, homeschooling is big these days so maybe if you leave her in the apartment while your gone with an iPad-

" Hey you alright there dude, can I help you?"

Danny choked on the end of his anxiety panic badbadbad spiral and looked up.

The front door to the house was open and just inside the threshold stood a younger teen, maybe 16? With the kind of fade haircut Tucker always whined he couldn't pull off and a bright yellow hoodie.

Danny held his breathe for a moment making sure he felt it burn up his lungs and throat before letting out a big sigh.

" Yeah, yeah sorry kinda zoned out there I'm just uh kinda nervous I was told to come here for Daycare help for my little sister?"

Curaré looked at the stranger in the doorway with the same wide eyed blankness she stared at everything with. Funnily enough she was still holding Danny's hand, had held on through Danny's entire mental meltdown too despite the ecto sweat. Danny felt oddly touched by the gesture, even if it was more likely that the little girl wasn't bothered by his crisis then her being sympathetic.

The teen in the Yellow Hoodie raised an eyebrow at Danny as he fumbled the paper from Ms. Kahn out of his pocket to hand over.

Yellow Hoodie took it and looked between it, him, and Curaré.

" You're not a cop right? You have to tell us if you're a cop"

Danny made a face, " no, I'm not a cop! I would never be a cop, cops suck."

" Right." Yellow Hoodie said still suspicious " So you wouldn't mind if I called your referral up?"

" Be my guest dude."

The teen pulled out his phone and made sure to keep steady eye contact with Danny. Who could do nothing except not look away during this, the world's most impromptu staring contest, until Yellow Hoodie put his phone away.

" Just wanted to see if you were bluffing. Sabrina called earlier said she'd sent someone our way but you can never be too careful. Come on in. "

Danny felt the wind go out of his sails for the second time that day, what was with people and making him anticipate the worst.

.....

The inside of the house was old, homey, but old. It had very obviously been well lived in by a few generations of children, easy to see from the scuffed floors, chipped crown molding, and the sheer number of framed photos that hung on the walls.

There were signs of new life about too, some toys scattered on the floor, walls that were covered in butcher paper and crayon as high as little hands could reach, and oddly enough some scorch marks. Although, Danny's supposed that an unlicensed daycare for meta kids worth it's salt ought to have a least a few burn marks. For posterity if nothing else.

" I'm Duke, I volunteer here when I can but the place is run by the Mariscos, Mrs. Marisco specifically. She's been in the game for a long time" Duke nee yellow hoodie said as he stopped them in front of a closed door.

The hand made sign on the door said Office in nice scribbly lettering and it was hung on with a peg and twine. Real kitschy.

Danny could just make out the sounds of kids playing in another part of the house and was a little impressed that Duke had managed to keep Danny from seeing even one tiny tot during the impromptu house tour.

" I gotta go help Izzy with the kids, this is Mrs.Mariscos' office just knock before you go in, she might be on the phone."

Duke nodded to Danny, smiled down at Curaré and disappeared down the hallway.

Leaving Danny and Curaré alone in front of a closed door once again.

Danny looked down at Curaré and she looked up at him, she was characteristically silent.

" This feels like a job interview, did you bring your resume? "

Curaré blinked.

" Yeah, me neither. But I think if we both give her puppy eyes maybe our combined under aged-ness will activate her maternal instincts and she'll be forced to accept us?"

The nerves were back, they had never really left but now they had settled like a rock at the pit of Danny's stomach.

He couldn't bring himself to knock on that office door just yet so he fussed over Curaré instead. Kneeling down he straightened the collar of Curaré's hooded jacket and moveed her little backpack strap back up her shoulder where it had slipped.

" We got this. It's you and me now remember, even if this blows and you have to come to school with me for the rest of year it's you and me." Danny rested his hands on little shoulders and hung his head. " Jeez, I sound like my mom"

"No need to be so nervous Mijo! My Chiqis never met a kid she could turn away."

Danny's neck had never snapped up so fast in his life.

Curaré hadn't been looking up at him at all. No, Curaré was staring up towards the elderly woman floating near the ceiling.

Which was not great, because Danny for all the time had spent in Gotham had never seen another ghost. Not a single one.

Which was unsettling on its own but not bad per se, he'd thought maybe this dimension was just different, not enough spectral energy to manifest a ghostly body.

But no, again nope, this was so much worse.

No ghosts was easy enough to reationalize but one ghost? One ghost meant there was enough spectral energy, one ghost meant something was really really wrong with Gotham.

Because if there was only one ghost in a crime ridden pissed off city like this where the shit were all the others?

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Yo! Just wanted to say thank u for all the support on part 1, did not expect people to like or care about it lol. Anyway back on bullshit, I've had this written for a while but didn't have the insp to post it until now.

Might write more, might not, you get one bat cameo for reading this time ur welcome.

Forgot to add this to the first post, it's in the reblogs, but TLDR Curaré is an assassin from batman beyond.

Note: if you wanna see cool art for this AU check the Danny and the little dead girl tag on my blog!

[perseus-jackass]

Something I noticed about every fanfic that has the "Jason for some inexplicable reason decides to take pity on Tim after Damian replaces him as Robin" plot-line is that it always feels like it's less about developing a realistic relationship between the two and more about bashing Dick Grayson. For example, there always seems to be some moment where Jason will mention how Dick was super shitty to him for being Robin, but from what I've read with that storyline, the worst Dick comes across is kinda aloof towards what is essentially a random 13 year old (please note that I've only read Nightwing Year One and that one panel from the RHaTO Annual that shows that Alfred had Jason sleeping in Dick's room, so if there is a version I've missed please let me know)

Meanwhile Tim really was shitty towards Jason and his death but for some reason he gets a free pass.

!!!! THANK YOU

So I am actually a Dick and Jason pre-death relationship enthusiast so this might turn out to be mostly about them because as much as I hate Tim, I love talking about Dick and Jason more.

But it’s the classic case of those fans taking things that were mentioned in passing or were very minor and blowing them way out of proportion.

So pre-crisis Dick and Jason did not interact very much after Jason became Robin but before Jason was Robin some interesting things happened. Precrisis Jason was just blonde/red head (no it’s not the time to get into the semantics of that) Dick Grayson. You have to understand that to get it. He was an acrobat in a family called the flying Todd’s. His parents were actually named Joe and Trina. And they were killed by killer croc after they died we got this

DICK WANTED TO ADOPT JASON!!! HE DIDNT HATE HIM AT ALL. I don’t have a picture of the panel with me, but I have the issue it’s in but the first time they meet Dick says to Jason, that he reminds him of someone he knew a long time ago. (Obviously referring to himself.)

And Jason was originally going to form his own identity, which is where this suit comes from. 

But then Bruce gets captured so he dies his hair and steals a robin suit. (TIM HATE SIDEBAR NOT EVEN TIMS ORIGIN IS ORIGINAL LMAO) but he still wasn’t going to become Robin

We have this panel where he’s wearing the original suit trying to come up with a name after he dyed his hair because he got in trouble with Bruce for stealing Dick’s suit because he’s not Robin. 

And then Dick shows up and gives him Robin!! Tells him that he’s allowed to be Robin and that he’s gonna come up with a new identity with the Titans. Pre-crisis Bruce and Dick‘s separation was very amiable. 

(Another sidebar DC give Dick a mole again)

The idea that Dick didn’t like Jason at first comes from post crisis. Specifically Batman the new adventures #416 (this one I’m pulling out because I don’t remember exact details)

You have to take everything in this with a grain of salt because it’s written by Starlin who wanted to make Jason look as bad as possible. He makes Jason break into a possible drug lab and has Dick save him and call him reckless. and that it’s also not a drug lab so that Jason was wrong. What’s interesting about this is we learn that Jason did not know that Dick was Nightwing because Dick’s name drops Bruce and Jason is genuinely concerned about a stranger knowing Bruce’s identity.

And then we get Dick and Bruce fighting about Jason.

(These might be out of order but you get it)

But even with this by the end of the issue, we get this scene 

We’re dick and gives Jason his robin suit and his number (this page is so awful for so many reasons. Jason never grew into that Robin suit. And do you think he tried to call Dick before he went to Ethiopia?)

Then they go bust that drug ring together because it turns out Jason was right because even when Starlin was trying to make him look bad, he was so bad at it.

It ends with Bruce being smug as fuck like “I knew they would work it out” or some shit.

TLDR: Dick never hated Jason. He voluntarily gave him Robin both pre and post crisis, but post crisis Bruce gave it to him first without Dick‘s permission and Dick was upset with Bruce because of it, not Jason. 

Anyway, back to Tim hating. I personally think it’s because there’s no other reason for Jason and Tim to relate to each other. And keep in mind ALL of the “replacement” stuff is blown way out of proportion. From every predecessor to successor. But these people only care about Tim. They use Jason and Dick as vessels to make Tim look as good as possible. I doubt any of them have read any pre Jason death comics let alone ones where Dick and Jason interact. 

Or even modern comics set before he dies!! Because even at nightwing year one they bond and RHATO is probably the only comic they’ve read of Jason‘s. But again they have bonding moments in new 52!! Not as many because it’s new 52 but there are a few.

Anyway, my point is those Tim stans are in a bad game of telephone because they don’t actually read comics. 

(Sorry I just got so fucking excited to talk about Dick and Jason)

[trashcanfanfics]

I see you're taking Jason Todd requests?👀 Hello, I'm new to the fandom btw! So... I thought of a scenario. What if the reader and Jason is on the edge of asking each other out, and he's on patrol one night, finding it quite boring, and the reader send him their playlist... only it was the reader's... ✨️spicy✨️ playlist?👀 As in, Arctic Monkeys (Do I wanna know?, Why'd you only call me when you're high?) and Two Feet (I feel like I'm drowning, Love is a bitch) type of vibes?

Thank you for your time and a pleasure to meet you!🥺

hi!!! omfg it's been too long since i've had a fresh ask!! i'm a long time enjoyer of dc but i'm new to writing for it, welcome to the fandom!!

It was one of those slow nights. No big baddies, only a few muggers, one shifty man following someone. Nothing big to distract Jason from his thoughts of you. How you were so close to him but it felt like miles. He could lie and say all he wanted was you to smile at him. Jason knew the truth, though. You could smile at him one hundred times and he'd want one hundred and one.

He texted you and smiled under the helmet as you ranted about your latest interest. It was so cute the way you'd misspell words in your frenzy. He felt giddy as he got another text from you.

[Name]: You said you're boeed?

[Name]: *bored

[Name]: Anyway I've been curating my personal playlist

[Name]: Give it a listen :) [link.spotify]

He clicked the link and scrolled through the songs idly, not really paying attention before he clicked on one. It connected to his helmet's comm piece. The slow beat hit him and he recognized it. Okay so one song. And then it progressed to more like that one.

Was this a subtle way of flirting? Was this because you wanted him like he wanted you? He was probably making it out to be more than it is. It's not like you even looked at him like that. You said it was your personal playlist. So you had to listen to this all the time. So it's probably nothing. Part of him wondered if you ever thought of him while listening to these songs. The thought made his heart jump.

He made up his mind. He grappled away across the rooftops all the way to your apartment. Jason hardly registered that he opened the door, your playlist still playing in his ears. You looked up from your phone on the couch.

"Jason?" You stood up and walked to him. He struggled to pull his helmet off. The sound of your playlist softly played into the air from it. You stiffened and looked at the helmet. "Is that the playlist I sent you?" He knew he was breathing a little too hard. You so close after he had the lyrics of the latest song bounced around his head had him dizzy.

"Yeah...It's good." He huffed a laugh and looked down at the helmet, still playing those soft, sensual songs. "It's your personal one?" He scratched some dirt off the chin. Jason looked back to you through his eyelashes, a small smirk playing at his lips. Your face looked mortified.

"No..." You voice was soft and full of horror. "I sent the wrong one." You covered your face with your hands and apologized. He tossed his helmet onto the nearby chair. His hands found your wrists, gently pulling your hands from your face.

"Well, I really like this playlist." His smirk turned into a full, teasing smile. Your embarrassment showed clearly on your face and you looked away from him. His heart fluttered at how cute you looked.

"I meant to send the other one." You mumbled and he leaned in slightly to hear you clearer. That made you clam up and glance at him before looking back to the side. He could feel your breath on his face and it drove him crazy.

"Look at me." He was practically begging. He needed you to look at him like he needed to breathe. You complied, gasping at how he leaned in further. His lips were so close to yours. If he just leaned in a bit more...

"Buy me dinner first." You chuckled nervously. Your comment made him blink, his senses coming back to him in an instant. He pulled away and let go of your wrists, clearing his throat. Jason mentally kicked himself for getting too caught up in the moment.

"Sure, how's Saturday sound?" He joked back, half serious. His heart jumped as you met his eye, a glint of determination in yours. You gulped and stood up straighter.

"It's a date." You looked serious. He felt his heart thump harshly, a bubble of hope filled his chest. Were you joking? You didn't look like it. It looked like you were far from joking. His mind raced, he couldn't think of anything to say.

"Huh?" Brilliant, Jason, truly so eloquent. He wanted to smash his head into a wall. You almost lost your resolve. He could see it in the way you started to fidget with your hands. You were nervous.

"A date. With me." You took a deep breath. "Only if you really want to." He couldn't believe it. A date. For real. His mind went blank and he found himself at a loss for words. The second time tonight. That should be a record. How many times can he blue screen in one night.

"That sounds--yeah. Uh I mean--" Shut up. Shut up. "I'll pick you up. Um, what time?" Your laugh had him blushing and looking over to his helmet, still playing the playlist. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Does six sound okay?" He looked back at you, composure back in his control.

"Yeah, that sounds perfect." You smiled. He couldn't wait. He wanted to lean in again and kiss you. There would be time for that later, he reminded himself. You said dinner first. He'll give you dinner. Then he'll get a kiss. Hopefully.

[call-me-liquid]

Lily's Harley Quinn Show video is Garbage (and here's why)

We all know Lily's media hottakes are BAD. But, I feel like critics have mostly focused on her hottakes on media she hates. I've personally become more interested in what media she actually LIKES . . . Because her rational is often times even more nuts.

Well, this video made me mad enough that I'm gunna write a post about it now. Prepare your assholes for the death rattle of this DC fanboy losing his shit:

To be clear, I like this show, for some of the same reasons Lily does even. . . But that's not going to stop me from taking the piss.

(I encourage you all to watch the video in full beforehand so you can get the context of the quotes I'm pulling. Timestamps will be included though.

I just told people to watch your stupid video Lily-- can't cry copyright here.)

-0:19: TWENTY SECONDS IN, STEVEN UNIVERSE IS REFERENCED. GG LILLIAN.

-0:36: BITCHING ABOUT HOW VICTIMIZED SHE IS. 30 SECONDS IN.

-0:55: "I dare say it's the best thing to come out of the Batman franchise in a long time."

It seems like the last thing Lily watched/played/read in "the Batman franchise" was The Dark Knight. You dare boldly, Lily. Ironically I feel like she would at least like the Lego Batman movie, if not all the other good shit that's come out since 2011. Also, this is one of the first of many times she calls the entire fucking DC Universe "The Batman Franchise."

-1:00: "If you're watching this show for at all you're watching it for the romantic arc between Harley and Ivy. Don't lie."

I know this is a joke. I'm not an idiot, but. If you're familiar with Lily's general media consumption, you'll be well aware she watches shit a lot of the time for the ships and the ships ALONE. I feel like this really highlights how she views media in general in a way that's rather revealing. This video is two years old, and I wouldn't be surprised if Lily's opinion has soured a bit given the direction the show goes after this video was released. Put a pin in this comment. 📌

-1:15: "I mean it's a post-joker Harley Quinn show what else are they going to do.

Put a pin in that comment.📌

-2:00: Lily goes on to summarize the plot of the show . . . Completely ignoring all the plot beats that have nothing to do with the romance.

Put a pin in that one too.📌

-3:30: Lily indicates she identifies with Ivy.

Another pin.📌

-4:10: Lily starts talking about how near the end of the second season, Harley has now confessed her feelings to Ivy, but Ivy turns her down because she's going to get married to Kite Man (enjoy the insanity of that sentence if you haven't seen the show.)

Though I don't think she's nessesarily making any real poor points here yet, I want to point out that she really flattens the complexity of the emotions going on here. The problem is that Ivy and Harley's relationship has reached a level of intimacy where they really can't just go back to being friends. Ivy is happily in a relationship with Kite Man at this point, he's been a much more stable and reliable partner to Ivy. Though it's implied her feelings for Harley go a lot deeper. During Joker's confrontation of Harley, Lily frames it as a "go get 'er" pep talk like it's a fucking 80s rom com. He's trying more to get Harley to emotionally resolve things with her-- regardless of outcome. Ivy did say no once already. The audience expects she isn't going to say no a second time since that wouldn't be a narratively satisfying conclusion, but in the real world equivalent, she could have. The Joker wasn't telling Harley to harass Ivy until she gives in.

-5:16: Not really a mark against Lily's video persay, but in a season that aired after Lily made this video the prospect of Harley and Ivy breaking up is explored. Lily must have been seething, lol.

-5:28: "I love a good fluffy romance. I'm so fucking done with people's obsession with the nasty stuff [Flashes Catra and Adora on screen.]"

Honestly this comment has me wondering if Lily decided to check her phone or just skip through scenes where Harley and Ivy weren't being lovey-dovey. I don't know what fucking show she apparently watched (foreshadowing is a narrative tool wh--.)

-5:48: "Poison Ivy has always had the same problem a lot of female characters in DC comics have had in despite being an actual doctor they always just put her in a skin tight leotard [ . . . ] About the only notable exception to that was in The Batman [the 2005 show] where she was a teenager [classical Lily goonery inserted here.]"

Ignoring the goon comment, in isolation I don't have a grievance with this comment persay. As a generalization, it's more or less true about Ivy. She's unfortunately one of the lesser well-used characters in the various DC canons as a whole. However, Lily is going to start implying she's more familiar with DC in general, especially the comics, than she really is. I have strong reason to doubt Lily would know Ivy canonically has a doctorate in botanical sciences if this show didn't call so much attention to it. You'll see why in a moment.

Also the 2005 Batman show is far from the only iteration to reimagine Ivy as a teen. I like that show's take on Ivy too, but that's not a fucking unique spin on the character.

-6:57: "Clayface was always a random D-list monster like Carnage, but here he's reimagined as a struggling actor."

In a show that had the balls to feature Queen of Fables, she's calling Clayface a fucking "d-lister." Nevermind Carnage. But no Lily, Clayface has been a struggling actor since his first appearance in Detective Comics No.40. It's literally the first thing in his bio on his fucking wiki page.

-7:09: "There's one episode where [Clayface] assumes the identity of Stephanie to get into Riddler's college [ . . . ] Seriously I'm convinced he's been moonlighting as Stephanie a lot. The other girls on campus call her 'Steph.' She's been there for a while. This is Clayface's secret identity and you can't convince me otherwise."

LILY THAT'S NOT SUBTEXT THAT'S THE FUCKING JOKE. IT'S TEXT. IT'S CANON. YES. CLAYFACE HAS BEEN FUCKING AROUND ON RIDDLER'S CAMPUS THIS WHOLE TIME. CONFIRMED IN THE SHOW. LILY. LILLLYYYYYY.

Worth pointing out too, she'd totally call Clayface's Stephanie character transphobic if she hated the show.

-9:00: "The writers though 'okay, what do we use to fill our quota of the sad misguided villian this arc-- oh I know fucking BATMAN!'"

Lily what the fuck are you doing when you sit down to watch a show for your channel? Are you playing Candycrush the whole time? Are you screaming at Mikaila that often you miss like . . . Almost everything!? What are you doin' sweaty!?

Lilian, Bruce is not the primary antagonist of the 3rd season . . . IVY IS. Or really, Harley and Ivy's emotional dysfunction is the antagonist of basically this whole series, and it's Ivy's turn to be the main driver of conflict. The person destroying Gotham is Ivy. Not Batman, IVY.

Bruce and Selina's relationship is supposed to be a conceptual foil to Harley and Ivy's. Bruce is having an emotional breakdown the entire series has more or less been building up to.

-9:15: [In reference to Batman getting sent to prison] "I want him to get some nice and comfortable therapy."

. . . Lily is that what you think happens in prison?

-9:35: Lily is talking about the Joker's step-dad arc, and this is as good a time as any to stop for a sec to talk about how Lily doesn't seem to get what The Harley Show is doing with the characters.

The thing that makes the show an exceptionally brilliant take on the DC universe is that virtually all the characters (with some exceptions, that were tweaked for the better mostly) are actually faithful to their comic book/generally established characterization. To an impressive degree, down to even just minor details. You can tell the people who made this show are genuine fans of DC comics. Their personalities and character arcs are exaggerated for comedic effect, with specific interesting angles teased out to draw focus to them. Some elements of their personality are recontextualized to create a more engaging dynamic, but regardless. Even most of the plot elements are at least loose adaptations of storylines from the comic, or other DC media. It's really impressive how the show both works as a functional take on the DC universe by itself, and as a parody of it. Lily demonstrates she's totally oblivious to this multiple times in the video, but her section on the Joker best exemplifies this.

The Joker has taken over and/or become mayor of Gotham multiple times in the comics. Lily thinks for some god forsaken reason in the 70 something years Batman comics have been printed, nobody's thought of that. THEY HAVE. The gag with the second time Joker takes over Gotham IN THIS FUCKING SHOW ALONE is . . . He's actually a really good mayor. Gotham is a perpetual capitalist nightmare shithole of a city. The most insane, radical anarchist thing for The Joker to do is . . . Be a socialist who actually gives a shit about the small folk. That's the joke, Lily. That's the joke. That's the mother fucking JOKE. THE FUNNY HAHA, THERE IT IS LILY. I FUCKING EXPLAINED IT TO YOU.

And Lilian. The Joker being at his most normal and stable while he has a family. Is. A. Direct. Parody. Of. One. Of. The. Most. FAMOUS. BATMAN STORIES. EVER. WRITTEN.

SHE IS LITERALLY FUCKING SHOWING THE EPISODE WHERE THEY DIRECTLY VISUALLY REFERENCE THE KILLING JOKE ON SCREEN. LILY YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE ME A FUCKING HERNIA.

-10:10: Lily calls Sam Raimi a "douchebag."

Fuck right off.

-10:25: "It's a return to wacky hijinks that uses to define The Joker back when he was a gangster in funny makeup."

NO IT ISN'T LILY.

-11:00: Lily bitches about Harley Quinn for the 7 minutes in the remaining runtime.

Okay, the play-by-play is over, I'm going to address this section all at once because it will be quicker and more comprehensive if I do. This is the point where all the aformentioned pins come in.

Though I'm going to have to be ignoring some bullshit Lily says here in order to stay focused, I will mention first, Lily doesn't seem to realize Batfleck and Nolan's Batman were MASSIVE departures from the comics and don't pull much from the storylines. I don't think that's nessesarily a bad thing, even though I'm not the biggest fan of either of those interpretations, but for the record-- no. Those adaptations have almost nothing to do with Year one, The Dark Night Returns, The Killing Joke, or The Long Halloween outside of superficial elements. Lily just googled "famous Batman comics" and picked the four she probably vaguely heard of before. Again, she didn't even recognize the in-your-face impossible to miss Killing Joke parody episode she used as footage for this video. SHE'S JUST PRETENDING SHE'S READ COMICS SHE HASN'T.

Now to the point:

Lily's rational for not liking Harley's portrayal in the Harley Quinn show is honest to god brain damage. I'm not even sure how hard I need to go into explaining this because . . . It's pointing at the text itself and calling it a flaw. Harley's entire journey as a person is TRYING TO DISCOVER WHO SHE IS outside of the toxic codependency she had with the Joker. Her arc is both a meta commentary on the nature of the character conceptually and her journey to redefine herself. THIS ISN'T FUCKING SUBTLE. THIS IS STATED IN THE SHOW. Harley's identity crisis over whether or not she's even a villan anymore STARTS IN SEASON 3. Harley's lack of inhibition is what DRIVES THE PLOT IN SEASON 2. Harley's struggles to emancipat herself IS THE PLOT OF THE FIRST FUCKING EPISODE. This is also honestly the ONLY DC property I can think of that actually bothers to do something with the fact that Harley is a psychologist. Almost on that basis alone, it's one of the most refreshing takes on the character. That actually means something when I say it, because I've actually read a fucking comic in my life. LILY WHAT FUCKING DIMENSION DO YOU SLIP INTO ANY TIME YOU SIT DOWN TO WATCH A SHOW.

That question is rhetorical-- Lily tells on herself several times throughout this video. Remember those pins? Go read em again. Lily identifies with Ivy, so Lily decided Ivy is the "real" main character-- and wants Harley to be Ivy's loving kissy huggy gf. She genuinely thinks the show is actively making a mistake anytime her smut ship fanfic is interrupted. Lily wants porn. LILY YEARNS FOR THE PORN, ALWAYS. Every single fucking time.

She's decided Ivy has done nothing wrong to create tension in the relationship. She has deemed the character flaws Harley has that creates tension in the relationship a mistake in the writing.

Because Lily has not actually read a comic, but probably has seen Batman: The Animated Series-- she's missed all of the other references and spoofs in the show except for the ones involving Harley. That was the show she was originally created in.

Case-fucking-closed. Water is wet, the sky is blue, and Lily Orchard is talking out of her ass.

Kill my parents and call me the world's greatest detective, I guess.

[hanahaki-disease]

Mouth of Infinity

A Percy Jackson x DC crossover

Summary:

“Lying on their stomach on the other side of the roof was a boy his age. Percy knew the kid. He was in fourth grade class, but he didn’t really talk to the others. Preferring to stick by himself and fiddle with the camera he took with him everywhere.”

Tim and Percy are Best Friends and you can pry that from my cold, dead hands

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Percy grunted, pulling himself up and over the last rung of the ladder. The concrete-asphalt of the roof beneath him dug into his back uncomfortably, but he was just glad that he didn’t have to climb anymore. A light drizzle had begun to fall during his climb, making everything the tiniest bit slippery, but Percy didn’t mind. He liked the rain. It was calming and peaceful and if he was delusional enough, he could pretend it was the ocean. With gentle waves crashing ashore over and over again.

He sat up, eyes trailing over the various shades of white and yellow from the apartments and offices of the buildings around him. With one hand, he traced the imaginary lines that connected them to each other like constellations. One cluster looked like the Pleiades, another a wonky Corvus, there were quite a few rams, and if he squinted and tilted his head almost all the way upside down there was an Orion. But that wasn’t what he was there for.

Lying on their stomach on the other side of the roof was a boy his age. A large hoodie dwarfed his body and the hood was pulled up to hide his head, but the kid size eight Robin inspired sketchers that gave him away. Percy knew the kid. He was in fourth grade class, but he didn’t really talk to the others. Preferring to stick by himself and fiddle with the camera he took with him everywhere.

“Hey Tim, what’cha doing?” Percy laid next to him, peering around his hand to see what was on his camera.

“Ah!” Tim yelped and tucked the device close to his chest. “Percy? What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, you know,” He retaliated. “What were you taking pictures of?”

“Batman and Robin.” Tim brought the camera closer to Percy, showing off the amateur shots. They were pretty good if Percy had to say so himself. Some were a bit blurry, but the best one was of Jason sitting next to his favorite gargoyle. Mouth open in a smile as if he was laughing with the stone statue. Another one had Jason with his arms wrapped around Bruce’s neck, little green booties barely touching the ground beneath him.

Percy knew his dad was Batman and that his brother was Robin. Hell, the first time they met Bruce (technically) was when Jason was stealing the tires off the Batmobile. But Percy wasn’t really interested in being a Robin like his brother or like Dick. It just didn’t call to him the same way it did for Jason. And besides, Jason had to worry about Percy ever since Catherine died, he didn’t want his big brother to worry about him jumping around Gotham with a target on his back. And Jason was happy being Robin, Percy didn’t want to take that from him.

That doesn’t mean Percy wasn’t down in the cave with them though. He had a spot next to Alfred on comms and was a pretty good stitch when needed. He trained with Jason when he wanted and helped with cases as best he could—he wasn’t the best detective—and Bruce didn’t seem to mind when Percy put on his cowl and pretend to be him.

“Can you print this one for me?” Percy pointed to the camera. “It looks cool.” It was a simple portrait shot of the dynamic duo. Their backs faced the camera but Jason had turned to face Bruce, a wide smile and his hands in the air, as if he was talking animatedly about something. Bruce was giving him a smile, listening intently at his middle child.

“You sure?” Tim asked hesitantly.

“Yeah! I think it’s cool, do you have more?” Percy smiled and tucked his arms further under him. “How many do you have, I’ve seen you mess with your camera, like, all year, so you gotta have a whole bunch, right?” Tim nodded his head. “Neat! You wanna come over after school? You can bring your pictures over and tell me how you got them because , dude, if you’re climbing buildings every night to get them, you gotta be like, hella ripped.”

“You want me to come over?”

“Heck yeah! You’re a cool dude,” Percy said. “And you seem like you need friends. I don’t have any because no one wants to be with a street rat, they’re all too stuck up and snobby.”

“Especially Marie,” Tim chuckled.

“Don’t even get me started on Marie!” Percy groaned and dragged his hand over his face dramatically, smiling when Tim laughed.

Their conversation flowed naturally after that. Their laughter echoing in the alley below and making the lights of Gotham seem a little brighter. They talked about anything and everything that came to mind, and Tim was the first person besides Jason, Alfred, or Bruce who listened to his marine rants. He seemed genuinely interested with what Percy had to say, which was a relief, and in exchange Percy listened to Tim babble about the various heroes around the world.

They had to say goodbye to each other when the moon was beginning its decent, but they picked up their conversation in the morning as if they hadn’t stopped. It hadn’t seem to stop either, as the days go on, the two seemed joint at the hip. They played some amalgamation of Batman and Robin or Batman and Joker during recess, Percy would show Tim how to skateboard in the long drive way of Wayne Manor, Tim would teach Percy photography.

It wasn’t a rare sight to see them at the manor after school either, or following Jason like ducklings during galas. The few times Dick had been there, he tried to ignore Jason and Percy, but Tim was adamant about seeing him. And Percy knew why. Tim had been there the night the Graysons fell, sure, he was like three, but he was there! He saw them do the quadruple somersault in person before their untimely demise and he really wanted to talk to him about something.

“He doesn’t like us, Tim,” Percy said one gala night. He tugged at the collar of his suit, hating the feeling of it around his throat, but Alfred would get mad if he loosened his tie. Because if Percy did it, then Jason would think it’s okay. And then Bruce would do it too because both his sons were doing it, and he didn’t want to be the odd man out. (Dick wasn’t wearing a tie this time, a way to rebel against Bruce.)”I told you that.”

“I know but I gotta talk to him,” Tim wiped his hands on the napkin. They had a good little pile of hor dourves between them and had been snacking while their parents – Percy’s dad more like since Tim’s parents were still in Barbados – mingled. “It’s important.”

“If it’s important you can tell me,’ Percy turned in his seat. “I can try to tell him after the gala when we go back to the manor.”

Tim seemed to think about this for a second, this eyes darting back and forth between the crowd and Percy. “Okay,” He lent to Percy’s ear, hands cupped to prevent someone from reading his lips and he whispered. “I know Dick is Nightwing.”

Percy pulled back, eyes wide as he stared back at his best friend. He didn’t know exactly when Tim pieced it together that Dick was Nightwing, and he was absolutely positive he hadn’t spilled anything. But Percy knew Tim was a smart kid, one of the smartest in the school, so it shouldn’t be a surprise. But if Tim knew that Dick was Nightwing, did he also know that Bruce was Batman? Or that Jason is Robin?

“H-huh? Wh-what? What do you mean?” Percy stuttered. He was going to be in so much trouble. Bruce was going to think Percy spilled the beans – even though he didn’t – and he was going to be punished – thirty burpees and washing all the vehicles in the vehicle bay for a month – and he was probably not going to be allowed in the cave after that again. “How-how did you figure that?”

“The Graysons are the only ones that can do a perfect quadruple somersault,” Tim stated as if that was a fact, and it was unfortunately. “There’s a video of you-know-who doing one, so it wasn’t hard to connect the dots after that.”

“So you know?” Percy confirmed.

“Did you know?”

“Of course I knew!”

“But you…don’t go with them, how did you know?”

“I live with them, it’d be pretty awkward if I didn’t.”

“Ah, yeah, that makes sense.”

“And besides,” Percy shoved a cracker in his mouth. “The first time Jason and I met him, Bruce was you-know-who.”

“Really?! Wow,” Tim sighed wistfully. “Was it scary?”

“The first time yeah, the second he was just a big softy and took us home.”

“Huh.”Percy grunted, pulling himself up and over the last rung of the ladder. The concrete-asphalt of the roof beneath him dug into his back uncomfortably, but he was just glad that he didn’t have to climb anymore. A light drizzle had begun to fall during his climb, making everything the tiniest bit slippery, but Percy didn’t mind. He liked the rain. It was calming and peaceful and if he was delusional enough, he could pretend it was the ocean. With gentle waves crashing ashore over and over again.

He sat up, eyes trailing over the various shades of white and yellow from the apartments and offices of the buildings around him. With one hand, he traced the imaginary lines that connected them to each other like constellations. One cluster looked like the Pleiades, another a wonky Corvus, there were quite a few rams, and if he squinted and tilted his head almost all the way upside down there was an Orion. But that wasn’t what he was there for.

Lying on their stomach on the other side of the roof was a boy his age. A large hoodie dwarfed his body and the hood was pulled up to hide his head, but the kid size eight Robin inspired sketchers that gave him away. Percy knew the kid. He was in fourth grade class, but he didn’t really talk to the others. Preferring to stick by himself and fiddle with the camera he took with him everywhere.

“Hey Tim, what’cha doing?” Percy laid next to him, peering around his hand to see what was on his camera.

“Ah!” Tim yelped and tucked the device close to his chest. “Percy? What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, you know,” He retaliated. “What were you taking pictures of?”

“Batman and Robin.” Tim brought the camera closer to Percy, showing off the amateur shots. They were pretty good if Percy had to say so himself. Some were a bit blurry, but the best one was of Jason sitting next to his favorite gargoyle. Mouth open in a smile as if he was laughing with the stone statue. Another one had Jason with his arms wrapped around Bruce’s neck, little green booties barely touching the ground beneath him.

Percy knew his dad was Batman and that his brother was Robin. Hell, the first time they met Bruce (technically) was when Jason was stealing the tires off the Batmobile. But Percy wasn’t really interested in being a Robin like his brother or like Dick. It just didn’t call to him the same way it did for Jason. And besides, Jason had to worry about Percy ever since Catherine died, he didn’t want his big brother to worry about him jumping around Gotham with a target on his back. And Jason was happy being Robin, Percy didn’t want to take that from him.

That doesn’t mean Percy wasn’t down in the cave with them though. He had a spot next to Alfred on comms and was a pretty good stitch when needed. He trained with Jason when he wanted and helped with cases as best he could—he wasn’t the best detective—and Bruce didn’t seem to mind when Percy put on his cowl and pretend to be him.

“Can you print this one for me?” Percy pointed to the camera. “It looks cool.” It was a simple portrait shot of the dynamic duo. Their backs faced the camera but Jason had turned to face Bruce, a wide smile and his hands in the air, as if he was talking animatedly about something. Bruce was giving him a smile, listening intently at his middle child.

“You sure?” Tim asked hesitantly.

“Yeah! I think it’s cool, do you have more?” Percy smiled and tucked his arms further under him. “How many do you have, I’ve seen you mess with your camera, like, all year, so you gotta have a whole bunch, right?” Tim nodded his head. “Neat! You wanna come over after school? You can bring your pictures over and tell me how you got them because , dude, if you’re climbing buildings every night to get them, you gotta be like, hella ripped.”

“You want me to come over?”

“Heck yeah! You’re a cool dude,” Percy said. “And you seem like you need friends. I don’t have any because no one wants to be with a street rat, they’re all too stuck up and snobby.”

“Especially Marie,” Tim chuckled.

“Don’t even get me started on Marie!” Percy groaned and dragged his hand over his face dramatically, smiling when Tim laughed.

Their conversation flowed naturally after that. Their laughter echoing in the alley below and making the lights of Gotham seem a little brighter. They talked about anything and everything that came to mind, and Tim was the first person besides Jason, Alfred, or Bruce who listened to his marine rants. He seemed genuinely interested with what Percy had to say, which was a relief, and in exchange Percy listened to Tim babble about the various heroes around the world.

They had to say goodbye to each other when the moon was beginning its decent, but they picked up their conversation in the morning as if they hadn’t stopped. It hadn’t seem to stop either, as the days go on, the two seemed joint at the hip. They played some amalgamation of Batman and Robin or Batman and Joker during recess, Percy would show Tim how to skateboard in the long drive way of Wayne Manor, Tim would teach Percy photography.

It wasn’t a rare sight to see them at the manor after school either, or following Jason like ducklings during galas. The few times Dick had been there, he tried to ignore Jason and Percy, but Tim was adamant about seeing him. And Percy knew why. Tim had been there the night the Graysons fell, sure, he was like three, but he was there! He saw them do the quadruple somersault in person before their untimely demise and he really wanted to talk to him about something.

“He doesn’t like us, Tim,” Percy said one gala night. He tugged at the collar of his suit, hating the feeling of it around his throat, but Alfred would get mad if he loosened his tie. Because if Percy did it, then Jason would think it’s okay. And then Bruce would do it too because both his sons were doing it, and he didn’t want to be the odd man out. (Dick wasn’t wearing a tie this time, a way to rebel against Bruce.)”I told you that.”

“I know but I gotta talk to him,” Tim wiped his hands on the napkin. They had a good little pile of hor dourves between them and had been snacking while their parents – Percy’s dad more like since Tim’s parents were still in Barbados – mingled. “It’s important.”

“If it’s important you can tell me,’ Percy turned in his seat. “I can try to tell him after the gala when we go back to the manor.”

Tim seemed to think about this for a second, this eyes darting back and forth between the crowd and Percy. “Okay,” He lent to Percy’s ear, hands cupped to prevent someone from reading his lips and he whispered. “I know Dick is Nightwing.”

Percy pulled back, eyes wide as he stared back at his best friend. He didn’t know exactly when Tim pieced it together that Dick was Nightwing, and he was absolutely positive he hadn’t spilled anything. But Percy knew Tim was a smart kid, one of the smartest in the school, so it shouldn’t be a surprise. But if Tim knew that Dick was Nightwing, did he also know that Bruce was Batman? Or that Jason is Robin?

“H-huh? Wh-what? What do you mean?” Percy stuttered. He was going to be in so much trouble. Bruce was going to think Percy spilled the beans – even though he didn’t – and he was going to be punished – thirty burpees and washing all the vehicles in the vehicle bay for a month – and he was probably not going to be allowed in the cave after that again. “How-how did you figure that?”

“The Graysons are the only ones that can do a perfect quadruple somersault,” Tim stated as if that was a fact, and it was unfortunately. “There’s a video of you-know-who doing one, so it wasn’t hard to connect the dots after that.”

“So you know?” Percy confirmed.

“Did you know?”

“Of course I knew!”

“But you…don’t go with them, how did you know?”

“I live with them, it’d be pretty awkward if I didn’t.”

“Ah, yeah, that makes sense.”

“And besides,” Percy shoved a cracker in his mouth. “The first time Jason and I met him, Bruce was you-know-who.”

“Really?! Wow,” Tim sighed wistfully. “Was it scary?”

“The first time yeah, the second he was just a big softy and took us home.”

“Huh.”

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There isn’t much to say besides that these two are menaces and that this is the harbinger of angst and pain for the rest of the series :)

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[lavender-vixen]

Hi!!! I was wondering if you could do the Bowers gang and their types? (specifically in women)

Thank you and have a lovely day🫶

Henry Bowers. His cassettes are stacked with AC/DC, Motörhead, and Slayer, setting the tone for his raw, unapologetic vibe. He’s got a thing for lowbrow art—graffiti and bold caricatures speak to him. His architectural taste? Brutalism—strong, unyielding, and a little intimidating, just like him. Henry’s passions include military history and any movie about outlaws and renegades—he’s drawn to stories of rule-breakers who make their own way. So, how do you capture the heart of a guy like Henry? It takes patience and timing. Henry doesn’t give his attention freely. He needs time to warm up. Unlike some of his friends, who might strike up a flirty conversation outside the drugstore, Henry’s more reserved. If you’re lucky enough to catch his eye, you’ll get a polite, confident smile. He’s focused and driven, whether he’s heading to school or work, so don’t expect to distract him when he’s in the zone. But catch him during his downtime—at a diner, a drive-in movie, a concert, or hanging out by the quarry—and you’ll see a different side of him. Give him 10-15 minutes to get to know you, and once he’s interested, that's it. Henry’s idea of romance is taking you to secret spots, like tucked-away restaurants on the edge of town, where it’s just the two of you. He’s dashing, clever, and ambitious—a guy who values hard work and intelligence. Compliment his sharp mind and unrelenting drive, and he’ll be hooked. For the girl who really piques his interest, Henry has a surprisingly sweet side. He’s polite, attentive, and especially patient with someone who’s his complete opposite. Want to impress him? Show a genuine curiosity about his world—his music, his favorite movies, and even his knowledge of weapons (yes, he’ll teach you). Beneath his tough exterior, Henry craves what he never had—a sense of family and belonging. If you come from a loving, supportive home, he’ll be drawn to that and quietly envious, but it’ll only make him want to be closer to you. Show him kindness, curiosity, and a little boldness, and you just might unlock his softer side.

Henry's type: Women who have the patience and strength to break through his tough exterior. He's not the type to hand out his attention lightly, so if you manage to catch his eye, you've earned it. He values intelligence and ambition, but it's not just about brains. Henry appreciates a woman who knows how to stand her ground, someone who's independent and confident enough to challenge him and still hold her own. He's intrigued by strength and authenticity, especially for someone who isn't afraid to push boundaries with him. He wants someone who can offer him the sense of belonging he's been craving, and if you're the kind of girl who can be both bold and nurturing, you'll see a side of him no one else gets to see.

Vic Criss. It's winter in Maine, where the mountains are blanketed in snow, and Vic is tearing up the slopes of Shawnee Peak in Bridgton. He’s quiet at first, a little reserved, but when he asks you out, there’s a magnetic pull in his gaze that’s impossible to ignore. The date? Oh, it’s going to be an adventure—snowboarding down the powdery slopes, even if you’ve never tried it before. Vic has stamina and determination, and he’s all about guiding you down, steadying you with a firm grip that ensures you won’t fall. Chivalry runs deep, and but it's also an excuse to get this close to you. But if you do happen to wipe out, and he’s right there with you, tangled up in the snow? Well, that’s an invitation for a little more intimacy, and Vic knows how to make the most of that. He could spend hours skiing and snowboarding and still be ready to party with you at night. And when it comes to taking things to the next level, Vic’s got a smooth, stealthy way about him. He may seem innocent at first, but beneath that calm exterior is someone who knows exactly how to make you feel alive. He’s not the type to juggle multiple girls—Vic’s a one-girl guy, whether he’s looking for something serious or just wants a no-strings-attached kind of connection. Want to catch him in action? You’ll find him carving up the slopes just outside of Derry, ready to offer his skills, or at a local bar, moving to the rhythm of a live band, dancing so close you can feel the heat between you. And trust me, when Vic dances, he dances close—bump and grind, turning the heat up until it’s just you and him, so he can whisper in your ear, asking you to slip away from the crowd for a breath of fresh air...

Vic's type: He's all about adventure, and he's looking for someone who thrives in the moment. A woman who's not afraid to embrace the cold and brave the slopes with him is his ideal match. Vic will guide you if you're not seasoned, he's patient, and uses the opportunity to get close and share a quiet intimacy between the rush of adrenaline. He appreciates a woman who's both daring and grounded, someone who can keep up with his energy and steady him when needed. If you're into the thrill of the outdoors and the quiet moments in between, Vic will want you by his side, whether it's for an intense day on the mountain or a night out dancing to a live rock band. Once he's into you, it's all about you. His ideal girl is confident enough to let him in, but knows when to pull back and let him take the lead.

Belch Huggins. He's the kind of guy who makes a name for himself in all the right ways, with a reputation that screams danger—but don't let that fool you. Outside of his crew, he’s got a surprisingly sweet side. Known for his killer sense of humor, he’s the life of the party, cracking jokes, telling wild stories, and keeping everyone on their toes with his playful pranks. His charm is magnetic, especially when there’s booze involved. But don't try to catch him during the day—he’s all business, laser-focused on whatever work he’s doing, making him hard to approach. If you want to catch his attention, you’ve got to catch him at night, when he’s ready to let loose. During holidays and school breaks, though, you can forget about his work. That's when he’s the most fun, always mingling and finding a way to connect. And if you want to catch his eye, there’s a certain way to dress: high heels, short skirts, and bold makeup. If you're not rocking that look, Belch might just assume you’re not interested—or worse, already taken. So, always dress to impress—even in winter. If you’re not up for the cold-weather "Huggins uniform," throw on a thermal jacket and mittens, or maybe some edgy fishnets to keep it stylish and warm. You can’t flirt when your teeth are chattering. And sharing a cup of hot chocolate outdoors? That’s a perfect excuse to be near him. Once you're in his circle, the fun doesn’t stop. Instead of the usual haunts, you could be planning your own pre-game parties. Introduce Belch to a drinking game, but keep it short—anything longer and you’ll be crawling home, and once your words start slurring, he’s out. The holiday season’s the perfect time to make things more intimate. Throw a holiday party with his favorite drinks and a little mistletoe for that perfect chance to get closer.

Belch's type: He's drawn to women who are bold, confident, and know how to have fun and let loose. He loves a good time and wants a woman who can match his wild energy, especially when the drinks are flowing. If you can keep up with his antics and aren't afraid to laugh at his crazy jokes, you'll have his attention. He likes women who know how to dress like those sexy, rocker chicks in magazines, something edgy and fun. Belch wants someone who's not afraid to be the life of the party with him, whether it's pulling pranks or engaging in extreme dares. But beyond his playful exterior, he does appreciate the women who can show him a little bit of real connection. If you're the type to hang with his crowd and still stand out with your own quirks, you're the kind of girl who'll have Belch noticing you more and keeping you close.

Patrick Hockstetter. He's a man of extremes, and he wears his passions unapologetically. He’s the kind of guy who can knock back drinks with the best of them. When he's not partying, he's out there conquering the outdoors, shredding on his guitar, or carving up the slopes on skis and snowboards during Maine's winter. He loves snow, especially the kind that comes in a little bag. But don’t mistake his rugged hobbies for a lack of depth. He’s more laid-back than Henry and Belch, but there’s something about him that makes every word feel like a gut punch of honesty. Patrick doesn’t sugarcoat anything. He’ll look you dead in the eye and say, “You are the absolute love of my life,” and he means it—even if you've only known him for a few hours. But, brace yourself, because he’s not done: “By the way, you need to get your split ends cut.” He’ll drop these little truths with no warning, like he’s been holding onto them just for you. He’s brutally real, even when you don’t want him to be. And if you ask him for a ride home after a party? He’ll give it to you—no questions asked. But don’t think he won’t let you know how it is: “Not the smartest move, giving a stranger your address. I could’ve been anyone.” He won’t let it slide, but somehow, it’s hard to be mad when you can see that he’s genuinely looking out for you. New to the gang? Patrick's got you covered. He’ll pay for everything, and if you try to refuse, he’ll flash that wicked grin of his and say, “I got it.” It won’t stop there. For weeks, he'll insist—always the first to foot the bill. Then, just when you think he's done, he'll write his number on your hand before you head out, flashing that look again, daring you to say no to a date in return.

Patrick's type: He's into women who can handle all those different sides of him. He'll be drawn to someone who can keep up with his adventurous side, whether it's partying, exploring abandoned buildings, or indulging in a little recreational drugs (hey, it's the 80s). But it's not just about the craziness. Patrick respects a woman who's real and honest, no filter, so he needs someone who can take it and dish it back. A woman who can show him real curiosity about his world, his music, his philosophy, his darker interests...that will intrigue him. But beneath his tough, raw exterior is someone who's craving deeper connection but doesn't really know how to offer or accept it. If you're a little forward, a little sweet, and can match his intensity shot for shot, Patrick will see you as someone worth sticking around for. If he deems you interesting enough, he might steal you away from the group for long, late-night walks, talking about anything from existentialism to playing dumb little games like 'never have I ever.' He also likes a girl who isn't clingy. If you don't hear from him for a few days, don't bombard him with calls. Chances are he just needs to cool off and recharge. He'll be back again with a renewed longing to spend time with you.

[princessofgotham777]

Dating Jason Todd (Part Seven)

fanfic type: angst, fluff, comfort (ongoing)

If you liked the Titans show but wish they handled Jason’s story line differently you might like this fic!

Hey so this is in fact my first time writing fanfiction (idk what my life has come to). Sorry if it’s cringy but also I would eat this up cause I LOVE some good angsty comfort fanfiction. I won’t write smut. I don’t think I’m gonna do requests but if you have any ideas feel free to let me know. Also of course I don’t own any DC characters this is purely fanfiction. Thank you and I hope you enjoy. (I hope you like run-on sentences💀) (if you don’t like it don’t be rude just move on dude😃🧍‍♀️)

So story line, this doesn’t really take place in any specific universe but I’m gonna be pulling concepts from Titans, The Batman, Arkham Knight, Under the Red Hood, and whatever lore I remember from the CW shows cause I grew up watching those, then just my imagination of course. Reader is referred to as she/her btw.

Warnings: talking about death, suicide, depression, torture (it’s not graphic I hate gore it’s just sad), talking about intimacy (not graphic), struggling with eating, topics of grief, violence, panic attacks, PTSD

Part Seven: Horror

Light pooled into Jason’s room in Wayne manor. Dick opened his eyes to find himself on the floor of Jason’s room, where he insisted he slept last night. Dick sees Jason’s bed empty.

“Y/N?” He says as he jumps up. The room is completely empty. “Y/N!” He says as he heads downstairs. He finds you sitting at the island in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. You’re fully dressed and look ready to head back to GCPD.

“You scared the shit out of me,” he says.

“Sorry,” you say. Dick walks over and grabs two apples.

“Just let me get dressed then we’ll head out,” he says.

“Okay,” you say.

Being a vigilante was interesting sometimes fashion wise. During the day or when you had to work with the police you couldn’t exactly wear the whole costume. You were stuck in this half normal clothes to blend in with civilians and half mission clothes so you don’t hurt yourself. You had decided on black skinny jeans and a black mock neck. Dick wore army green cargo pants and a grey shirt.

You two stood in front of Wayne manor where something had been spray painted presumably last night. In huge green letters on the brick of Wayne manor said, “The early bird may get the worm but the stronger of two birds gets the girl.”

“Un-fucking-believable,” you say. “I swear to God if this whole thing is Joker just trying to meddle in our lives, me and Jason’s life, then I’m gonna kill him myself,” you say. You start to walk towards the car when Dick jumps in front of you.

“There’s gotta be more to the story, Jokers just trying to instigate us, put us on edge so we fuck up,” Dick says.

“Yeah well it’s working,” you say.

You two drive to GCPD and show the new note to Barbara.

“We got something too,” Barbra says. She pulls up a photo of a note spray painted on the sidewalk outside of Arkham. It says, “the bird dies; while no one tries; to read between the lines; and find where he hides.”

“Right I’m gonna call Alfred, ask him to send us the security footage to see who wrote the note at the manor,” Dick says. While Dick calls Alfred you and Barbra gather every note that’s been left. Two code breakers from Bludhaven work with you guys. Alfred sends over the footage and what you see is nothing less than disturbing. The video shows two men wearing halloween Robin costumes and a girl dressed in all black expect for a giant target that’s been painted on her back and chest.

“What the fuck is he telling us,” you say to yourself.

“I have no idea,” Dick says. “He’s obviously trying to dig up the past but like I said that’s too stupid, there’s gotta be some meaning to do with Batman hidden here,” Dick says.

“These notes aren’t hiding anything,” one of the code breakers says.

“And you guys went over them multiple times?” Dick asks.

“Yeah we went through them all a couple times and there just rhymes, no anagrams or anything,” the code breaker says. This means you guys have hit a dead end. You had nothing new to work with and Jason was still nowhere to be found, going through God knows what.

Back in the abandoned wing of Arkham where Jason was being kept Joker set up a video camera in front of him. Jason was passed out and in order to wake him up Joker threw a bucket of freezing water on him. Jason woke up alarmed and started moving only to be meant with burning pain from the acid covered wires digging into his skin.

“Come on smile for the camera,” Joker says. Jason noticed a plastic container of water beneath him. Joker placed both his feet in the water and then a wire. He got back behind the camera. “What’s your name?” Joker asks.

“Robin,” Jason says.

“Wrong,” Joker says. Jason feels electricity shoot through his body from the water. It feels like he’d being fried from inside out.

“What’s your name?” Joker asks again.

Jason yells, “Jason…Jason Todd,”

“And who do you hate?” Joker asks.

“You!” Jason yells.

“Try again next time,” Joker says as he electrocutes Jason again.

“What’s your name?” Joker asks for a third time.

“Jason,” he answers.

“Who do you hate?” Joker asks.

“The Joker!” Jason yells.

“We’re gonna keep doing this till you get it right,” Joker says as he electrocutes Jason again.

“So again I will ask what is your name?”

“My name is Jason Todd,” he says hopelessly.

“Who do you hate?” Joker asks for the fourth time.

“Batman,” Jason answers.

Four hours later a delivery addressed to you arrives at GCPD.

“Can I help you?” Dick says to the UPS guy.

“Yeah I got a delivery for Y/N Y/L/N,” he says.

“I’ll get it to her, she’s working right now,” Dick says. The UPS guy hands over the package and Dick debates opening it himself first. He wants to see what it is before you so he can be ready but it could be a bomb. He X-rays it himself and finds it’s a VHS tape. Dick watches the tape and then runs to get you.

“I should’ve just gave it to you,” Dick says. “I’m sorry.”

“Gave me what…what the hell are you talking about Dick!” You say.

“Come on,” he says. You follow him to an IT room. He hits play on the video.

“What’s your name?” Joker says.

“My name is Jason Todd,” Jason replies.

“Who do you hate?” Joker asks.

“Batman,” Jason says.

“Anything you wanna tell the camera?” Joker asks.

“Y/N, I love you, becoming Robin isn’t the best thing that ever happened to me…meeting you was.” You can hear Joker laughing in the background. “Dick you were a good brother…protect her,” he says. The screen goes black.

“When the fuck did you get this!” You yell.

“Just a couple minutes ago,” Dick says.

“And you watched it first?” You yell.

“Y/N, I’m sorry” he says softly has he places his hand on your shoulder. You slap his hand away.

“I can’t fucking deal with you right now…we’ll go through the tape frame by frame,” you say. You are too hurt and scared to care about the regret on Dick’s face.

Hey, I hope you enjoyed this part (I know it’s kinda rough💀) If you liked the fic remember to like and check out the other parts. I appreciate any positive feedback, it encourages me to keep writing and posting parts. I have a lot of ideas to develop the redhood plot and then backstory for how the reader meets Dick and Jason and becomes a titan. I hope you’re having as much fun reading as I am writing🩷

Here’s my Masterlist if you want to read the other parts.

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[uyuforu]

Jungkooks fs being famous is quite possible due to him having asteroid fama conjunct his DSC and bride asteroid.

I wanna know what you and ✌️ anon say about this.I'm really looking forward to your and ✌️ anon's post together because you guys work great as a team and you both seem very precise and on point with astrology predictions. I'm learning alot from you both. I'm a new astro boy so please dont judge me for the little guessing that i did.

Jungkook's Fama Asteroid in his Natal Chart + in his Briede Persona Chart

(idk about the gif lol)

What is the Asteroid Fama?

Asteroid Fama (408) is an asteroid discovered in 1895 by Max Wolf. It was named after the roman goddess Fama. It's used in astrology to represent fame in general. You can use it to know in what field you could be famous, and in your solar return chart, when you have more chance to blow up. It also represents rumors, lies and gossips.

-> Here, the anon is talking how it may effect on his FS as it conjunct the DSC, so I wanna talk about the Fama in his Natal but also on his BPC!

Jungkook's Fama in NC

Fama Cancer

-> Cancer Fama to me is like being born in fame. It's like always being part of Fame. JK entered the entertainment industry extremely young (12 yo), it feels a vibe of growing up in the fame. Fame is your home, your house, what you know because he literally grew up in it. It can also mean dreaming of fame since you are a child. His caring side, his nurturing side, him showing jealousy will. help him get fame. We all known how JK can be veryyyy jealous lol and it's part of his popularity, let's not lie. He is a very relatable person and this helped a lot in his fame. He feels like everyone can get along with him, he feels like he is a safe person. This is why people love him so much. He appreciates things naturally. Fama cancer also makes the person being protected more easily. Fans, Army, even other BTS members, he will also be the baby of everyone. If he shows his cute side, fame will be even more easy for him (and it did happen!) This placement may signify JK's mom wanted him to be famous.

Fama in 7H

-> His fame being in the 7H literally means contracts are important for JK. Signing the right contracts will make him blow up (literally what happened). The 7H is connected to Libra, making him famous also for his look, attractiveness, his charm. He will be known for how he looks. Or his look will help him gain fame. People can be very interested and talk a lot about his appearance. Relationships are also a big theme with the 7H. People will spread a lot or rumors about it, and talk about it often. And it can mean JK will often be known for iconic look, outfits, etc. Being married will make JK even more famous. It also means meeting a lot of love interests during fame. It also means that he naturally make people love him. Having good contacts is also a factor here.

Fama 7°

-> Beauty, charm and fashion are important factors. JK will be known for his face, his style, his fashion, his charming appearance and personality. He will give the illusion to be perfect in a sense, this is also why many people thought he was libra rising before. His Fame persona is literally full of libra placements. The 7° is also pulled but music and art. This makes the native good at making art and music and making them famous for it. Not even surprised lmao.

Fama Conjunct DC

-> SO, this placement has something to do with his FS of course. But, it also has something to do with him first. This placement is literally meaning getting married to fame. JK will never escape fame anymore. He got in very young but will always be famous. He can't go back! That's a good thing in a way he has never to be worry about if it will stop one day (and Fama also aspects his sun), but it's also a curse. It means he will never be able to have a full private life.

Jungkook's Fama in NC about his FS

Fama Conjunct (exactly) DC

-> So, Fama conjunct DC can indicate also having a famous Bride. I always felt like his FS will be famous in the future. Maybe not right now as today, but in the future. She has a lot of placements in JK's BPC that indicates fame. She is meant to be famous one day! It can also mean having a famous marriage, or being a famous married couple.

Fama Conjunct Briede Asteroid

-> Literally marriying a famous person. Bride will be famous when they will be married. JK might meet her when she is famous and marry her. It doesn't feel like she will get famous because of him. But fame might get even more significant for both once they are together.

Fama Square Venus

-> Fame might be difficult for JK generally for his love life. His love life is complicated because of his fame. It can also means a lot of gossips and rumors go around because of it. And JK suffers about that placement. It also means, related to his FS, that a lot of rumors and gossips will make his FS be the victim. She will be treated like shit by the public at first. People literally hate any girls that get close to JK, what did you expect?

Fama Semi-sextile Juno

-> A famous love! It means their love story will be famous. This part is 100% my interpretation. Love life of JK is famous, but Juno is the asteroid which represents FS, love of your life. So JK and FS's love story will be known to the public. It's like Kate and William or Brad and Jen's/ Angelina's type of love story. The kind of stories that people talked about a thousand time, everyone knows what happened.

Jungkook's Fama in his BPC

Fama Leo

-> Sooo, how many times did I tell you she is meant to be famous? A LOT. This is the n°1 indicator of fame. Michael Jackson has this placement. Fame is your destiny girl. And it also means fame will go well with her. Like she will shine even more for being famous. Her personality, her confidence, her talents, her smile, everything like that will make her famous. She might be very charming and charismatic. People talk about her easily, and she has a lot of admirers. Even without being famous, many people can have a crush on her, or people might tell her often how she is an example for them in their life. Success is easy to her, and she might attracts luck easily. You can't compete with her, she will always win! And so this placement also indicates people easily being jealous of you. But because the sun is in Cancer in JK's BPC, it might be that she is too innocent to understand why? She might not get why people are jealous of her because she has a natural carrying nature.

Fama 11H

-> High level status, big popularity among people, People around her might feel like she is popular, or she always has been popular before. She is just famous for being who she is. Friends can play along, the people she hang out with can make her famous, or she can be famous for having friends. Or once she is famous, people will say "ah yes JKFS has a lot of friends", something like that lol. She might be a bit special, unique, or something about her will make her stand out in the crowd. She might be known for being "weird", very different from others and standing to it. She is not trying to fade into the mass, and that could add to her popularity. Because Fama is in Leo, it's just natural for her to be popular wherever she goes. She just attracts people's eyes. She may belong to certain communities that make her famous too. Gaining fame on social medias is big there. She could be known for being very relatable or friendly. Or even stubborn lmao.

Fama 8°

-> Michael Jackson also has this placement lmao byyeee. 8° is connected to scorpio, so death, wealth, manifestation, enemies, secrets, jealousy, sex, etc. Many people will be jealous of her for sure. The public might hate her because she naturally attracts a lot and others might feel like she is "stealing" something from them. She might also be famous for being secretive. People will obsess with her and talk about her a lot. They might be very interested in her, and want to be part of her private life.

Fama Semi-Sextile North Node

-> Literally part of her destiny. I wanna say that fame has to do with her soul purpose in this life. Fame might help her in her duty, or it's just part of it. She won't escape this part.

Mercury Conjunct Fama

-> Speeches or voice is part of the fame. She could be famous for her voice, either it's singing or just taking. Her speeches could be famous, or she will be famous for something she said. Her expressions also. Or it can also be her knowledges in languages. This can also mean people will often talk about her. Many rumors and gossips are on its way. People will just love to gossip about her. And it means whatever she does, it's like it'll be on national news.

Sun Semi-Sextile Fama

-> Shine bright like a diamond. Literally. She'll have lights on her. It's like she was made for fame. She can handle it well. It can also mean she always dreamed to be famous. Since it's also in Leo, it can be very much a desire of hers. Or she always daydreamed about it.

Fama Semi-Sextile ASC

-> Can be famous for her appearance. I already told you before (and many others tarot readers said the same) she will be often talked about her look. People will talk about how she looks, it can be praising her look, her outfits, her make up but also talking sh*t about her. She will be famous for her beauty. Something about her looks so so good. It can also be rumors concerning her appearance (pregnancy, surgeries, etc.)

Thank you for reading!

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[fractualized]

Alright. Let's break down this "oh" of an ending. NEGATIVE NANCY, COMING THROUGH

Spoilers, ho!

Ending a story is hard, if they're long or short. Whether you wrap up key threads or leave them open, you want some kind of takeaway that puts a period on things. Even in comics, where we know these characters will go on and on, ideally a story will end in a way that just... fits. Even amateur fic writers have loads of WIPs just sitting there because exactly how to end this damn thing eludes them.

I don't know if Rosenberg had an ending in mind when he started The Man Who Stopped Laughing. I don't know if he decided he'd figure it out by the end of it's year-long run. I don't know if DC Editorial lets people do that; it sounds insane, but if you've been paying attention to their current level of editorial "oversight," which I imagine is supposed to make concurrent titles mesh together reasonably well, I wouldn't be shocked if they let people wing it. Or, more likely, perhaps DC Editorial swooped in and made Rosenberg change the ending he had planned and that's why the result falls flat.

In any case, after 11 issues of enjoying myself, I'm left feeling deflated.

But let's start where #12 does, with the Joker who's been told he's John Keyser, a toxin'd henchmen that the real Joker made into a doppelganger for funsies. He approaches a hotdog vendor.

I'm stuck on "Hello. I've been looking for you"?? I didn't catch that on my first read. Joker has a favorite hotdog vendor? lol

Shut up, Waffles!! All we have is your word for it!!

In any case, hey, Keyser Joker has already been Jokering this long, so yeah, why not keep going? And why not with help from poor woobie Jason, fresh from nearly getting himself killed in Gotham War?

Bruce did not fix Jason at the end of Gotham War, so his adrenaline is still triggering fear in his brain. But Keyser Joker has a solution for that!

It's a tiny dose of Joker toxin to take the edge off of Bruce's programming. Joker makes a point of saying that the effects are only temporary, though. (And like, I assume this is just the quick-fix solution Rosenberg came up with to pull off his own ending when told Bruce's plans for Jason over in the other titles.) Jason is skeptical of this "help," naturally, but Keyser Joker brings up their matching interest: getting rid of the other Joker.

Jason, why you gotta ruin Albert's good time? 🙄

Cut to Red Hood dragging a clown henchman through the streets of Gotham.

But "his" face being blacked out and some of the dialogue clue the reader in: things aren't what they seem.

DERAIL TIME: what is up with this batmobile?

Like from some other angles, it looks sportier, but in most of the panels it looks like an old Buick? lol ANYWAY.

With the flaily way this person jumps off the bike and runs, I was sure that this was Keyser Joker and we might see Batman interact with him. Alas.

It's Ravager, who survived last issue's explosion. She's helping Jason 1) distract Batman and 2) get Albert out of harm's way, far from Keyser Joker's plan.

Naturally Keyser Joker is planning something more destructive than he's led Jason to believe. Also like…

The idea that Keyser Joker really is this John guy, not the real deal, is still not sitting fucking right with me. Seeing him here in another costume, with a goofy death train with mismatched eyes just like his, it feels like a signal that he actually is Joker and Waffles is either lying or mistaken somehow. Like compared to the other Joker, who we haven't seen in a costume? Who left Gotham for weird reasons? I really thought there was going to be a reverse reveal.

And since it doesn't come, I guess it's a good time to mention that! There is no reverse reveal of who the real Joker is. Things get a little muddy later, but…. hrm. HRM.

That said, the other Joker does something pretty dang Jokery: he shows up in a dirigible with his face on it.

Killer Moth and a bunch of clown goons (that aren't supposed to be available because of Gotham War but WHATEVER) attach the dirigible to the train and it's pretty chaotic!

I love when villains are like, "Look I may kill people, but an endangered gorilla?! Get outta here!" 😂

Jason also arrives in style.

I guess he was observing Ravager's distraction?? Which feels like it defeats part of the purpose of having her do the distraction. But then he couldn't have this cool entrance in which he bludgeons people with a motorcycle. Trade offs!

Meanwhile, Real Joker makes it to the front of the train to confront Keyser Joker. One of Real's goons offers to shoot Keyser, but Real Joker wants to make this personal and kills the poor hench so he can do it himself.

Jason coming in like YEEEEEAAAAHHHHH 😎

Then he gets the bad news.

Keyser is as casually suicidal as your average Joker! Also "Real" Joker never acknowledges Red Hood's identity, afaik. It's always Keyser Joker. Details like this got me thinking that reverse reveal was coming, AND YET.

That aside, next comes a fun comedy beat.

Real Joker going right for the hair!

Jason isn't going to let this be the end of it, of course, and once again Killer Moth must suffer at his hands.

Jason shoots so many clowns. Just never the one he wants. 😞

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaait wait wait. You're telling me that Bruce knew about the imminent TWO JOKERS situation. But he decided to prioritize a report of Red Hood dragging a clown through the streets. When in the same breath he's saying there are other people coming to the scene with him, so he obviously could've sent someone else? On the same day Batman #139 is like "oooh Bruce is totally onto Joker now"? This is what you're telling me?? Augh.

Well, we can't rely on Batman right now, clearly, so it's up to Jason.

Meanwhile, Keyser Joker has told the other one that he actually does have a secret way off the runaway train safely. After they fight some more, the tune starts to change.

Alright so, this "deal," which would sort of start them back at square one, doesn't bother me because obviously it's on shaky-ass ground and one of them is definitely killing the other before this issue is over. What does bug me is the "franchising" line, for two reasons:

1) Is this supposed to imply that Real Joker is the one who was behind Joker Incorporated in the Batman Incorporated issues, not a third one?

2) I was just SO SURE it was another indication we were getting a reverse reveal. Joker absolutely does not love the franchising idea. That's kind of been the point of this whole series. The genuine Joker in Keyser Joker's hallucination/memory said that having two Jokers around is stupid. HRRRRMMM.

Anyhow, they leave the train together, though the escape plan is literally just jumping off, which has more issues than they bargained for.

So do you think, assuming the Gotham War writers actually communicated at least a little, that Zdarsky asked Rosenberg what he needed Jason for at the end of TMWSL, and Rosenberg was like, "oh I need him to heroically crash a toxic blimp and almost die?" And then Zdarsky was like, "er, I need him to heroically fly a plane into a magic meteor and almost die?" And then they just shrugged and closed the Zoom?

But yeah, the blimp crashes, and I'm sort of confused because I thought that earlier Bruce was saying that even if the toxin gets into the water, it'll still make it's way to the city. So for one thing, it's still exploding in the air and it's still gonna drift. And the parts that dissolve in water are still gonna drift. There's a part to the equation missing here.

But these two are just thrilled at the excitement.

Until the sudden yet inevitable betrayal.

BUT WHO WAS JOKE

Shortly after this, Ravager shows up with Manhunter, who also survived last issue's explosion. (It just doesn't come up at all. Like it doesn't have to, I guess, but it's just weird that there's not a word or wound about it.) Ravager dives into the water looking for Jason, because she instinctually knows he did something grand and dumb. She finds him among the clown bodies and brings him to shore.

Nothing can kill this man! He came back from the dead with nine lives! And also maybe that Lazarus resin from TFZ is still helping, I dunno.

Elsewhere along the shore, what's left of both Jokers' crews find themselves waiting in the same spot for the Joker they expect to be triumphant.

You know what. I'm soured on Waffles now. Leave him.

And then, from the water…

And that's it. That's how it ends. With a sort of snide cop-out?

Like, it's Joker's POV, so yeah, you could say the dickish tone is just him. But following this story for a year, and then seeing it end with simply the old "you'll never know which Joker prevailed," it doesn't feel clever or whatever this is going for. It just feels obnoxious.

Honestly, it feels like the same takeaway as freaking Three Jokers. 😐 That it doesn't matter who Joker is. All the lead-up to this, where maybe we get a tiny bit of depth and development, even if just in this story, eh. Doesn't matter! We're ending this with blah payoff.

On the other hand, the part of about about there being more questions, about this ending not being tidy, makes me think that this is leaving open the possibility that Keyser Joker actually was the real one. After all, we don't get a flashback to the actual events. The events we see are part of a hallucination, and Keyser never said he had clear memories of being the real or the fake one. He just went from assuming he was the real one to taking Waffles' word for it that he was the henchman.

Also, Keyser Joker was always the Joker giving narration. And the narration boxes for the Final Joker at the end remain in his style. So it seems like we actually have a huge indication of which Joker prevailed-- unless we're meant to assume that if the other Joker prevailed, he merely took over the narration.

I mean, this is what we have. So if I can just choose what I want to believe, I'm going to believe both that Keyser was actually the real guy and that he won. But it puts a real sour taste in my mouth to be super engaged with a story and wanting an ending that says something about Joker's character… and the ending is just that one murders the other and you don't know who, neener neener. It's anticlimactic. It's a predictable direction that I thought SURELY Rosenberg wouldn't go in. It feels like a dick move.

And... what else is there to say? So ends my year of consistently buying a comic, I guess. Nothing else has really grabbed me like TMWSL did, though City of Madness looks promising. After the multiverse and Gotham War stuff, I'm not about to start picking up Zdarsky's Batman. #139 had plenty I should enjoy, but it's soured by Zdarsky deciding to bring a canonical take to the three Jokers concept for some ungodly reason.

A new three Jokers take feels extra stupid after a year of a story about two Jokers. And the second Joker in TMWSL isn't even taken into account in Zdarsky's story. Based off that #135 scene, it really looks like he's going to say that Darwin Halliday accidentally copied TKJ Joker somehow. lmao Why. Why do we have to do this. Why can't this just be one of the things that gets retconned away. I just want my murderclown to be fun.

I need to get back to my list of unread older comics. Or read One Operation Joker! I didn't think I was interested, but I think a random goofy premise is actually just what I need.

[nevermatchandscpsradadventures]

EB x DC: Of Gadgets and Psychics

Disclaimer: I know next to nothing on Batman/Batfam stuff aside from what Nevermatch has infodumped/shown/read to me, and even then, she's only watched a few cartoons and read fanfics. The point is, the DC characters are liable to be OOC; you have been warned, I am doing my best. This fic is heavily inspired by various DP x DC fics Nevermatch has infodumped/shown/read to me, more specifically the Batpham ones. This may be obvious. I believe that is all, so I hope you enjoy this fic!

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Chapter I: Bruce

It's a quiet evening in Gotham, although when compared to other cities, it's not quiet at all. It's also rather uneventful, almost enough to make Bruce feel antsy. Not that he wants Gotham to be overrun, but the silence and inactivity makes Bruce wonder what sort of things are being schemed behind the scenes.

He does his best to remind himself that Robin and Spoiler are on patrol, as are Orphan and Red Robin, so if something does happen, they'll know. Bruce tries to occupy himself with working on a case, even if it's a rather slow-going one. He moves to sip from his mug, only to find it empty, which is annoying.

Fortunately, Alfred enters the Batcave, carrying a tray holding a pot of coffee and a bubble envelope. Bruce takes the pot and refills his mug before raising his eyebrow at the envelope.

"It was delivered to you, Master Bruce." Alfred states simply, negating the need for Bruce to ask his question, "I believe you will find it important to note that its sender is someone you - presumably- do not know personally: one Ness Allen from Onett, Oregon."

"The other side of the country, huh?" Bruce hums as he picks up the envelope. He taps his comm. "Oracle, what do you know about Onett, Oregon?"

"It's a rural town; no paved roads leading to or from any other towns, but it's very close to Twoson, California." Barbara reports after some typing, "Aside from a police force seemingly obsessed with blocking roads, previously having a gang known as the Sharks, and having a meteorite land there about a year ago, it's not known for much."

"Interesting..." Bruce murmurs. He opens the envelope, finding the first thing inside to be a hand-written letter. It is clear that whoever wrote the letter tried to write neatly, despite a normally messy handwriting style. He reads through the letter, which says,

Dear Mr. Wayne, My name is Ness. I imagine you probably get letters like this a lot, but what I'm telling you here is true. I took a DNA test and found out that you are my biological father. In case you don't believe me, I've sent a few things with this letter; one is a copy of the test results, one is a sample of my hair, and one is a (cleaned-out) sauce container with my spit in it, though you might not want to use that one, in case it says I'm part ketchup if you do your own tests. Maybe we can keep in touch? You know, since you're apparently my bio dad and all. Assuming you want anything to do with me, that is. Hope to hear from you soon, Ness

Bruce raises his eyebrows at the letter. He then reaches into the envelope, pulling out a piece of paper with, sure enough, the test results, showing Bruce as the father. In a small baggie is a lock of black hair, and in another small baggie is an old ketchup container, presumably filled with saliva. He taps his comm again.

"Oracle, what do you know about Ness Allen?" he asks.

"Looks like he's an ordinary kid, B." Barbara replies, "Thirteen years old and in eighth grade, though he'll be fourteen in a month or so. Lives with adoptive parents Walter and Rachel Allen and adoptive sister Tracy Allen. Plays on the baseball team, and aside from a somewhat recent two-week absence, has a decent attendance record."

"Absence?" Bruce asks, "Does it say for what?"

There's some typing to be heard before Barbara responds. "Apparently, his mother had claimed that Ness had caught a really bad bug whenever his teachers came asking about him. Oddly, there are reports of him being in other places during this time. Twoson, California; Threed, California; Fourside, Nevada... Even places like Summers and Scaraba. This also says that his only "criminal record" is "deliberately trespassing", though the Onett Police Force pardoned it shortly afterward."

"Odd, indeed..." Bruce hums. He takes a sip of his coffee. "Keep me updated. Find out more on what happened during those two weeks."

He looks over at the hair and saliva and once again taps his comm. "Robin, Red Robin, I need you both back at the Cave. There's something important we need to discuss."

"Copy that, B." Tim replies, "We're on our way."

It's not long until Tim and Damian have arrived, both reporting nothing out of the ordinary aside from the occasional mugging here and there.

Bruce hands the samples to Tim. "I need you to run a DNA test on these. See if they match anything in our systems." He pauses. "Try the hair first."

"Then what did you need me here for, Father?" Damian asks, crossing his arms as Tim takes the samples to the Bat Computer.

"To talk with you and ask a few questions," Bruce says. He picks up the letter and glances at it before looking back at Damian. "Do you have any siblings that you know of? Blood-related, I mean." Damian nods, albeit somewhat reluctantly.

"I had a brother," he says. "He was the younger twin, and Grandfather deemed him the weaker of us, so he had him killed." He shifts a bit uncomfortably. "Grandfather frequently held that information over my head. I almost want to say he rather enjoyed it. Mother told me that she, regretfully, was the one tasked with killing him; she hadn't even gotten the chance to name him before then." He pauses, a questioning look on his face. "May I ask why, Father?"

Bruce hands Damian the letter. "According to Ness Allen here, I'm his father; said nothing about the mother, though. There's not even any mention of her on the DNA test results he sent as well. I wanted to ask, in case Ness turns out to be Talia's son, as well."

Damian reads through the letter and frowns. "Tt. If that is true, then it is not beneath Mother to have gone behind Grandfather's back and done something like this; claim she killed him successfully, when in reality she merely left him someplace else." He shakes his head. "Assuming, that is, he really is my brother. Assuming Mother withheld the fact that he lived in order to protect him, or even herself and me."

"Hey, Bruce?" Tim calls, bringing Bruce and Damian to look his way, "The results came back, and... Well, you and Damian are gonna wanna see this."

Bruce and Damian head over to the Bat Computer, where Tim is sitting. On the screens, the test results state that, sure enough, Bruce truly is Ness's father. Along with this, though, they also show who the mother is - Talia Al Ghul. And right next to Ness's name is Damian's.

"Looks like you're an older brother for once, Dami," Tim says with a bit of a wry smile.

"So he is alive..." Damian mutters, eyes somehow both wide in surprise and almost narrowed in understanding.

"Perhaps a response should be considered, Master Bruce." Alfred suggests, "He did suggest that the two of you keep in touch, after all."

Bruce nods thoughtfully. "Perhaps I will, Alfred."

[havendance]

New Comics Time!

Shazam! #17 -- So the green lightning bolt that gave Freddy powers is exerting a sinister influence on him. Who could've seen this coming? Anyway, this was another fun issue. I enjoyed the conflict between Billy and Freddy and I loved Hephaestus' design--it worked really well with the art style. I think my one complaint is that Mary's subplot got a little confusing at the end. She was clearly getting into a bit of a pinch, but the how was unclear from the art. Hopefully that'll be cleared up next issue though.

Batgirl #1 -- Cass! This was really fun. I'm having trouble articulating my thoughts than I was for comics I was less excited about reading. I loved both Cass and Shiva in it. There's a couple moments for Shiva that really reminded me of O'Neil's Shiva, and there's a lot of great moments for Cass with all of her attitude and skill. (I love her little 'Good Luck' and 'I am an orphan by choice'--an elegant way of tying together her past with her present and her attitude toward Shiva with whom she is currently fighting) I'm not sure how invested in this whole 'Unburied' thing for now, but we'll see where it goes because the relationship between Cass and Shiva very much is interesting here. Cass' internal monologue did feel a bit much at points, but I understand the necessity of setting things up and introuducing her in the first new solo she's had in like, decades. Art and colors were both very good and I am looking forward to seeing where it goes next!

Absolute Batman #1 -- The best part of this comic was Julia telling Alfred to never contact her again (haha joking, unless...) Overall, this was a good Batman comic. Not necessarily my favorite and I don't think it really feels revolutionary in the way that DC is trying to hype these absolute titles, but I can appreciate. I think all of the fake-outs that Snyder put into this before Bruce finally showed up is well done, as well as the moments where he brings a character in and then re-contextualizes them by introducing them like he did with Barbara and Martha. I know I'm not the target audience for this, but at the same time, I do very much appreciate the bat ear-knives and bat-symbol ax in the same way that I appreciate some of the crazier stunts that Batman pulls in the first arc of Tom King's Batman. I'll keep reading for now and we'll see where it goes from here.

Action Comics #1070 -- This was very much an issue that was laying the foundation for both stories. I am admittedly not as familiar with the Superman side of comics, but I do think it's kind of funny that Superman's like 'If something's happening to the Phantom Zone,I can't let people suffer in my prison void dimension.' Like, I get that it's a matter of degrees and there's a prison vs torture prison dimension to it all, but also. You're locking up your enemies in the prison void dimension. There's a certain level of not-fun that entails. Anyway, the Supergirl backup had very pretty art and is certainly intriguing, but it did leave me wanting a couple more answers rather than feeling like one giant cliffhanger.

Batman and Robin #14 -- I have not been following this book previously, so I can't comment on the Damian characterization discourse I've been seeing, but this was enjoyable enough. I liked the villain, he seems cool. The art was nice and I wanted to like the coloring, but it felt, hmmm, a little washed out to me. I can see what it's going for, but I'm not sure if it's working for me.

[toweringclam]

The Fishkin Files

The Fishkin Files is the name of my current project, set in the Magnus 'verse. The world isn't exactly the same as Archives, but waaaay closer than Protocol. The main difference is that many of the revelations of the latter seasons are common knowledge in the Usher Foundation. Most critically, the fact that under certain conditions, tape recorders can be used to verify a statement's veracity.

Despite allegedly being a "sister organization" to the Magnus Institute, nobody actually believes this is an equal relationship. The Usher Foundation has to cover many times the area and population of Magnus with barely any more budget. Therefore they commonly cut corners, such as relying on "outside contractors." They also are more interested in combating supernatural threats than simply cataloguing them, which is where the outside contractors often come in. Operations are run from the Home Office in Chicago and delegated to regional offices from there, with a special Liaison Office in DC.

This all sounds very interesting but virtually none of it is relevant to the protagonist, Deborah Fishkin (aka Debbie Fish), a 40 year old trans "file clerk" at the Carolina office, located in Asheville, NC. I say file clerk but she's basically a one-woman show, having to run archives, take statements, do research, interact with contractors, and basically anything else her boss tells her to do because the vast majority of the staff walked out in 2020, roughly a month before she first started working here.

Her boss, Frank Bowman, is a meek and unassuming man who wound up in this position by default when most of the staff walked out. He's way out of his depth here as the Home Office is bearing down on him, he's way understaffed, he hasn't been able to get any new hires since Debbie, and he's the only one working here who is knows that the people who walked out haven't been found. So he makes unreasonable demands of his few remaining employees, especially Debbie (not that she really listens).

Debbie is an absolutely terrible employee, but she does have an inquisitive streak. When she encounters a case with an unexpected personal connection, she's going to start pulling the threads to find out what exactly is going on here, and possibly change the occult world's entire understanding of the Fears.

[krisyona1994]

I have a few prompt fic ideas for Klarion x Witch!Reader. Here's one. (If anyone wants to add on to this and use it, please tag me. I'd love to read them.)

Reader is able to dimension hope, and adapt to the dimention they land in. I see them coming to the DC universe on the hunt for an underling/someone in their circle. Not to really stop them, unless it's needed, just see why they came here.

They are a chaos Magic user with a black cat. Called Pumpkin. I see it with a burnt orange pumpkin shaped tag.

Their chaos magic is different from Klarion and Child's, because they aren't from this universe. "Different universe, different rules" they'd say.

(They don't need a familiar for a physical form, it's just something as a companion. Like a support animal. )

Not all of them live full immortal lives either. Reader can live without aging, but they can die like any human. They chose to have reincarnation, to remember the other lives, and take on the original form again. 

I feel both Klarion and reader might find the other interesting at first, because they feel the similar magic they have.

Laid back and neutral, doesn't enjoy the same type of chaos as Klarion. They are just as sassy as the witch boy. They pull pranks or switch things around to be weird, but not harm people. They might like to play with Klarion a bit, by pulling small pranks on him or around him.

They have a more mature personality and not easily emotional, showing that they have been around a while. Maybe getting along with Dr. Fate because of this.

[littlespacereader]

It’s wayyyyy to early in the morning to be writing this but I must!! I just had a dream about V from V for Vendetta and I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.

If you haven’t seen the movie I highly recommend it! As a marvel and dc comics fan, this movie blew my expectations when it comes to a comic book adaptation.

I remember watching the film years ago and being like “Wow, V gives me Caregiver vibes” despite being new to regression at the time. Now for those of you who’ve seen the film I’m sure you’re like “Clara you can’t be serious” but hear me out!

In the film he has this gentle way about him when he first meets Evey. Like he cooks for her and he wears a cute little apron! Plus on top of this he dances with her and save her when she’s in trouble. I really feel like he would just be so gentle and kind to a Little! Plus I feel like a Little would be just what he needs to heal himself.

I know the whole prison scene isn’t a good look for him but for the sake of this Headcannon we’re gonna choose to ignore it and pretend it didn’t happen.

With that rant session out of the way I present to you:

V Caregiver Headcannons🌹

Tw- past trauma (all from V’s past)

This version of London is aware of regression and regressors but it is strictly not allowed. Anyone buying supplies, toys for themselves or anything that could even remotely hint to them being a Regressor are arrested right away.

V saved you from being arrest while you were out trying to buy supplies for yourself. (maybe a sippy up, or a pacifier, or maybe diapers or pull-ups)

He immediately knows you’re a Regressor and offers to protect and take care of you at his home. This world wasn’t accepting of regression and Regressor as a whole and this man saved your life and wanted to be your caregiver so you said yes and accepted his invitation.

Once you get to start to know V you realize he’s been alone for a long time. He’s never trusted anyone enough to bring them back to his safe house. So you feel honored to be the first. He happily shows you around, pointing out all the stolen artifacts he’s collected over the years.

When it comes to your regression, he is all for whatever your needs are. Doesn’t matter to him if you like/need diapers or pull-ups, or sippy cups or bottles. Whatever is a part of your regression is a part of your regression and he is more than happy to accommodate.

He loves to dance. Whether it’s slow dancing or fast. His particular favorite is slow dancing because he loves to hold his little one close and sway with them in his arms. It’s his fool proof way of getting them sleepy for bedtime or nap time.

If he want to get them sleepy, he’ll put on some slow music and pick them up, swaying back and forth while humming the song. Works every time!

Sometimes he just wants to dance with them. He’s been teaching them different styles of dance moves he’s learned over the years, though his little ones favorite is to just stand on his feet as he holds their hands and sways back and forth.

The two of you have movie marathons together. You alternate every other night watching one of his favs then your favs. He’s a big movie person so he’s always interesting in watching anything. But usually his little one doesn’t make it through the whole film without falling asleep. But he doesn’t mind at all, and honestly he finds it adorable watching them nod off and eventually fall asleep watching the movie.

He’s a big cuddle bug but you would have never known if you didn’t cuddle with him first. The thing about V is he’s very insecure about himself. He’s afraid you’ll be disgusted by him because of his injuries and burns. But it couldn’t be farther from the truth. While watching a movie together, you cuddle up to him, stretching your legs across his lap and resting your head on his shoulder. He freezes at first but then cautiously wraps his arms around you only for you to cuddle closer. The whole thing makes him feel so loved and accepted, something he’s never felt before Y/N.

One thing V is very solid about is his mask. He wears it at all times. While you asked him to see him without the mask he has always refuses. It’s a hard boundary for him, one you respect when you learn about his past.

Because of this he greatly respects your boundaries when it comes to anything and everything. He never wants to make you feel uncomfortable.

V loves to cook! He may not be a Gordon Ramsey type cook, he is very good at cooking. He loves when his little one helps him prepare meals and always prefers the two of them to sit at the table every night and enjoy their dinner together.

The only time you’ve ever seen his burns is when you’re cooking together. He takes his gloves off and begins to cook. But he eventually notices you staring at his hands. He goes to cover them once more but you stop him and instead hold his hand in yours to show it doesn’t bother you. This small gesture means everything to him. There may have been a tear or two under that mask.

He always wears this pink ruffled dress apron which looks so funny on someone as sharply dressed as him. It always make you giggle and he always jokes about it. “You don’t like Papa’s apron? I thought I looked lovely in it?” *poses* This is followed by Y/N almost falling out of their chair with laughter.

He loves to play pretend. Doesn’t matter what it is, he just loves to chase or get chased around the house with his little one running away or after him. They usually play knights in shinning armor together after V teaches them how to fence.

He’s definitely a Caregiver that would talk to your stuffies. “Does Fluffy want anything to eat? No? Alright then. I don’t want Fluffy to feel left out of breakfast. We mustn’t forget Fluffy after all.”