#rolls up to penguin's club -- sees it's full of fighting -- goes '

[righteousruin]

honestly i think there’s nothing more fitting for bane as a character than the fact that his best VA so far was the guy from Princess Diaries.

[jeromesxreader16]

Such a Joker (50)

Part 49 Here

~o0o~

Jim POV:

As I come out of my office I see a large number of cops watching Jeremiah sitting calming in the holding cell. "Don't you all have work you should be doing?" I yell towards them as they scatter.

"Pardon me, Jim."

I walk over to Jeremiah raising my brows. "What is it?" "I'd like to press charges against Bruce Wayne's butler. I mean, just look at my face. I can't have my wife seeing me like this."

I scoff smirking with pure anger, "I think you look great."

"And I'd like to speak to Bruce again. We couldn't really talk before what with his girlfriend bleeding out all over him."

"You tried to prove you're better than your brother. But I'm still here. I'm searching for (Y/n), and the city's still here. You're a failure, Jeremiah. Enjoy Arkham. Your brother did. I'll be the one to make sure (Y/n)'s visiting hours will be less than none."

"Bring me, Bruce Wayne... I'll let you speak with (y/n), and I'll tell you where the other bombs are." I walk closer engaging. "We have all your bombs."

Jeremiah nods with an underlying smirk, "The maze bombs, yes. I mean the other ones. Jim, as an engineer, you expect systems to fail. So, you build in redundancies. And I am a very good engineer."

"You're bluffing."

"Am I?" He smirks at me waiting for a reaction.

"You're right, you know. I did fail. I didn't yet understand the vision I was servicing, but, I do now. My eyes are open as will yours be. When you realize I'm not bluffing, bring me, Bruce Wayne. And I'd like a coffee. Black. Two sugars."

~

"How many bombs are there? Where are they?" I challenge him again. "I want to talk to Bruce Wayne."

"Tell me where they are, you son of a bitch. Who's helping you?"

"Bruce Wayne."

I grunt, shaking my head in frustration, "You are never gonna talk to Bruce Wayne. You hear me?"

Jeremiah shrugs smirking, "Then more people will die and you will never see (Y/n) or meet your grandchildren." I look up meeting his icy eyes with cold blood. "What? You're lying." Jeremiah sighs, "My wallet, right sleeve, forth slot, a sonogram photo of my two twins. I don't bluff, Jim. Why do you think I ask for your blessing? Wouldn't want your daughter unwed and knocked up, huh? But once again you resented her happiness, and she ran right into my arms. You never were good at holding on to what you care about, were you, James?"

~

Bruce finally walks in as I'm strapped to the dolly awaiting transportation to Arkham. "Hello, Bruce. It's great to see you."

"Where are the bombs, Jeremiah? Where is (Y/n) Gordon?"

"Closer, please."

As Bruce teds near I speak again. "Tell me. How is the young lady doing?" Of course no reaction. I smile switching subjects, "You know why we're destined to be best friends? Because we're very much alike. You are as I used to be. At war with your true nature. You must truly embrace it if you ever want to be free. I'm just trying to help you."

"Trying to help me? By torturing Alfred? Trying to destroy Gotham?

By shooting Selina? You think we're alike because there's a darkness inside both of us. But the difference is, I know how to control mine."

I scoff smirking, "I think you could be so strong. I see it. He sees it too." Bruce looks at me confused walking closer. "What do you mean, "he"?"

"Where are the other bombs?"

I roll my eyes looking up at the camera playing the game, "What bombs?" "Bombs you planted around the city. You blew up the Mayor."

"Ah, that bomb. Yes, that was the only one. But it did what it had to do. It got you here."

"You said, "he." Who do you mean?"

I smile gasping at Bruce. "The one who opened up my eyes. Who showed me that everything I was doing, was not to create a Gotham of my own for (y/n), and I, But yours, Bruce. The Gotham you need. Your dark island. And it will come to be, Bruce. Tonight."

"Tell me his name," Bruce demands empty-handed.

"What did the doctors say? Will the little bitch ever walk again? What vertebrae did I sever? I was hoping for the lumbar..." "TELL ME HIS NAME!" I laugh at his anger. "You already know his name. You're his heir."

Bruce gasps letting my suit wings go. "Ra's al Ghul... No, it can't..."

"Shh." The lights flicker as the room goes dark and I am freed from this hold.

~

Enter the building I see (Y/n) waiting with Ra's, overlooking the old city. "Jeremiah! Ra's was just telling me he could marry us!" I grin walking over as the men get Bruce ready for the arrival.

"Could you?" Ra's nods smirking, "Just say when my boy. I can-" "Now." I pull out two solid gold bands passing mine to (Y/n). "You're prepared." She giggles. "I've been waiting."

Ra's chuckles offering off a quick blessing to us as a couple. "Do you Jeremiah Valeska take (Y/n) Gordon as your lawfully wedded wife?" "I certainly do." I grin watching my love. "And do you, (Y/n)-" "Yes." Ra's gestures between us chuckling. "Wonderful, you may kiss your bride, Mr. Valeska."

I scoop her in my arms kissing her deeply. I pull away as the men waltz a masked Bruce into the room. "Ah, hate you missed the ceremony, friend." I walk over pulling the bag off of his head.

"How did you two..." "Find each other?" Ra's finishes, "I'd like to think it was you, Bruce. You brought us together."

Ra's turns to me and (Y/n) as we look at the city. "I trust things went smoothly?" "Like clockwork. Did your men retrieve my bombs?" "They are en route to their positions as we speak. From here, we can take in the full majesty of Gotham's destruction."

"You're both insane!"

Ra's shakes his head in disappointment, "I know it's difficult to fathom, Bruce. But Jeremiah and I are doing this for your benefit."

"How is destroying Gotham supposed to help me?"

"Because I had a vision. That out of this crucible of blood and fire will rise the Dark Knight that your city needs. That I need."

I scoff pulling away from (y/n) and joining Bruce and Ra's. "To be honest, Bruce. Prophecies, visions. Not really my cup of tea. But our friend revealed something to me. That my twin obsessions, rebuilding Gotham and rebuilding you, are one and the same. You're the brother I never had. The one Jerome never could be. We will create a legacy in this city. Gotham falls. We rise. Together."

Barbara walks in passing each of us towards Ra's. "Oh, hey, Bruce. Freak. (Y/n), looking beautiful!"

"Hello, Barbara. I'm really glad you came." She sighs shrugging. "Bad news, baby. I'm not leaving. Gotham's in my blood. And I don't think I can let you leave either. You see, you say you're leaving. But I've got a feeling you're gonna be back. And I don't like looking over my shoulder."

"Need I remind you, Barbara. You've already tried using that knife. And also, you're outnumbered."

She hums smiling "Hmm. That Demon's Head is really not working out for you, huh?" Suddenly Oswald yells striking us and the fight breaks out quickly.

Tabith tackles me to the ground as I search for (Y/n) in a blind panic. She holds her knife to my neck sneering, "So you know, this is for Selina." I flip her overtaking the blade from her and pressing it to her skin. "In that case, it must be very disappointing for you to be dying like this." She smirks and moves her arm. "I'm not talking about you." She pulls her trigger making me search where the bullet traveled.

The bombs go off destroying the city as my wife falls bleeding from the bullet that pierced her. "No!" I growl rushing over. She cries holding her chest. "Jer-" "No, no, don't speak. You're going to be fine." The city burns down as my love's life source lowers.

"You're going to be fine, love. We're all going to be safe. Tomorrow is a new day,"

~

Staying by her bedside the entire night as the doctors work to remove the bullet, and stabilize her and the babies. "She should wake soon, Sir. The children are healthy. She's lucky it wasn't any closer to her heart." I nod boring my eyes into her face.

"Thank you, Doctor."

(y/n) mumbles and opens her eyes slowly. I smile leaning over, "Rise and shine, beautiful." She looks up at me confused, then looks down at her chest gasping, "That bitch." she sneers growling and trying to sit up. "No, no, don't try that." She gasps, putting a hand on her belly. "Jer-" "They're alright, doll. You're very lucky. All four of us are."

She looks over to me putting a hand on my cheek. "What do we do now, Jeremiah?" I smile rubbing my hands on her stomach. "Now, my love, we enjoy our marriage, and wait for our children." Her cheeks glow as I speak of our children. "I love you, Jeremiah." "I love you too, Mrs. Valeska. Always."

~ Day 87~

I sit at the radio discussing yet another call on the state of Gotham to the officials over the bridge. "Your people have decided to ignore evacuation orders." "No, no, no, no. It is clear you don't understand." "What's to understand, Mr. Gordon? I'm afraid you're making your-" "For the last time... after the bridges blew and the government declared Gotham off-limits, the city was up for grabs. Given over to criminals and murderers. New territory is controlled by whoever has enough power to hold it. I mean, we have Penguins in City Hall, for God's sake. Barbara and the Sirens control an area around their club. It's the only place in Gotham not suffering for food or booze. Barabra trades mostly for information. It's women only, but men can buy windows of time. To the west Jonathan Crane, the Scarecrow. Victor Freeze is further north warring with Firefly. And to date, there have been no confirmed sightings of Jeremiah Valeska, or my Daughter, (y/n). Then there is us. The GCPD controls a ten-block area around the precinct, where we feed and protect 150 civilians. That number could grow as who knows how many others are trapped around the city. These are innocent people who couldn't get out. The Government has a duty to protect them. You have a duty to help them." I finish waiting for the response.

"We've been over this time and time again. No one is allowed in or out of Gotham."

"People we are protecting are not criminals." "And anyone who stayed after the evacuation order is no longer the government's responsibility." "We're surrounded by hostile forces. We are running out of food, ammunition. There are children here. You need to evacuate them." "A committee is being formed regarding the situation in Gotham."

I huff shaking my head. "At least let us resupply ourselves."

"We understand the situation."

"You DON'T understand. If you did you would do something. Just say we're on our own." The radio waves stay silent as no response comes through. I nod gruffly and turn off the communication.

I look to the corner of the desk seeing a photo of (Y/n), along with the photo of the unborn twins. I sigh holding them to my heart. "Please be okay."

~

"I like Jeremy," Jeremiah says as we relax on the couch together. "And for a girl?" He hums thinking. "What if we stuck with the J name? I kinda like Juliet." Jeremiah looks at me smiling. "I think that's lovely."

I stroke my small belly with love. "I just want them here already." Jeremiah laughs kissing the top of my head. "They'll be perfect."

~

Months pass of us hiding, gaining followers, and then finally start to dig under the city for our escape. Fully 6 months pregnant and things are just seeming harder. "You're sad," Ecco says frowning. She scoots over massaging my shoulders. "Tell me what's wrong." I sigh stroking my stomach feeling a wash of sadness. "I miss my dad. I hate to say it, but I do. These kids won't have a Grandpa." Ecco nods sighing dramatically. "I am so sorry, (Y/n). I wish I could help." I smile leaning my head on her shoulder. "How's that bullet feeling in there?" I tease as she giggles. "It's still rolling around in here!" She shakes her head, knocking the loose pieces in her brain. "I still can't believe you did it." She shrugs giggling, "Anything to help you, (Y/n)."

"Come on, let's see how the boss is. It's been a while since I've seen the progress."

Ecco helps me down the steps into the area where they're digging the large tunnel. "Wow! Looks, good everyone!" I yell, making the workers greet me with forced smiles. "Darling." Jeremiah clams walking to me, placing hands over my stomach with a grin. "Ecco, you're not supposed to bring her down here. It's dangerous." He glares at her. "Jer, I wanted to, she was obeying me." He reluctantly nods waving her away.

I switch the radio station finding a slow song and smiling. "Dance we me, Jer." I grasp his hand swaying with him to the music. "We're close aren't we?" I nod laughing. "Just three more months, Jeremiah." He shutters with a smile. "I can't wait." 

[bigskydreaming]

Assume for the following scenario its a not-to-be-taken-all-that-seriously-AU Batfamily who has passed the point of caring if anybody knows that they’re actually all family. Or about like, public perception to any degree.

Just....imagine living in Gotham, and its 3 am and you’ve just left some club with a bunch of friends. You’re at the sole late-night hot dog vendor still out on the street, just grabbing something quick to eat so you don’t go to bed on an empty stomach.....and then waiting behind you all of a sudden, just casually talking to each other like its no big deal, is Nightwing and the Red Hood. 

And suddenly you and all your friends are just staring at each other wide-eyed like “Be cool, be cool” and trying to communicate via over-exaggerated glances that are in no way super-obvious: “Don’t they hate each other? There was that big fight between them in the Narrows a couple years ago, it was on TV.” 

Meanwhile, the vigilante and notorious antihero are just chatting like two old friends who’ve known each other for years.  

Then it gets more surreal. Because its Gotham, and that’s just how Gotham rolls.

Nightwing and Red Hood both tense up at the same time and swivel to face a patch of shadows that looks the same as any other to you and your friends. You have zero clue what drew their attention...that is, at least until a wet and sullen looking Robin stalks angrily out of the darkness. He’s absolutely soaked from head to toe, his hood down, hair plastered to his forehead, cape dragging behind him and leaving a wet trail in his wake.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” the diminutive vigilante grunts out as he stops and stands next to his two taller and older....colleagues? Who are both making a valiant effort not to laugh. Well, Nightwing is. Upon closer inspection, it looks like the Red Hood is so entertained he’s skipped straight to the “desperately trying to find air with which to breathe” part of hysterics.

“Oh, but I want to talk about it,” a voice says from above, and then suddenly with a light, barely perceptible thump, Red Robin alights on the ground next to the other costumed crime fighters. He seems uncharacteristically giddy, at least judging by what little you know about this particular vigilante: which is basically just that you heard from a friend who heard from a friend whose roommate was present at a crime scene he was at with the cops, that like “dude is super serious, like, in that kinda intense kinda way, you know?”

“I loathe you with every fiber of my being.” The smallest vigilante glares at the newcomer - or at least, you assume he is, beneath the domino mask they all wear. The rest of his body language certainly sells that impression clearly enough. His ire is met with a negligent hand-wave, as if this is old news and not remotely worth acknowledging.

“So, Robin, why would you bother seeking out Nightwing and Red Hood if you didn’t want to talk about your current situation?” The allegedly super-serious Red Robin continues, in a tone that can only be described as gleeful. “Seems to me the logical thing to do instead would be to just turn in for the night.”

“Obviously I was seeking out Nightwing,” the younger boy sneers. “As if I would ever seek out Red Hood’s help, other than as an absolute last resort.”

“Love you too, you megalomaniacal munchkin,” the notorious antihero says cheerfully, not bothered in the least. Your eyebrows are climbing your forehead like its Mt. Everest and they have a world record to beat for fastest race to the top. You know for a fact you’ve heard like, at least ten different stories about the Red Hood killing a man for far less of an insult than that. What is going on here? How drunk are you?

“Wait, so you’re saying you need help?” Red Robin jumps on that word choice like its the treasure find of the century. “You, Robin, the Boy Wonder? What could you possibly need help with?”

The youngest and smallest of the vigilantes couldn’t more clearly regret his phrasing as he stews with a kind of intensity that has you half expecting water to just start evaporating off him.

Ignoring - or at least attempting - to ignore Red Robin, the younger crime-fighter turns to face Nightwing with an expression like he’s just eaten a bowl full of lemons. 

“I need a ride home,” Robin grinds out at last, from between audibly clenched teeth.

“And why is that?” Red Robin persists, grinning almost maniacally.

“I will garrote you with your own entrails.”

Just then, because of course they would, Batgirl and Black Bat swoop down from above and join the assemblage. 

“Oh goody, the gang’s all here,” Red Hood grunts. It still doesn’t quite manage to come across as displeased.

“Signal’s not,” Nightwing points out. He looks around slightly, as if expecting the last of the young Gotham vigilantes to be lurking somewhere nearby as well. “Where is he tonight anyway?”

“He has midterms tomorrow,” Batgirl says off-handedly. “You know Agent A forbids any and all superhero shenanigans the night before midterms and finals, insisting on at least one good night’s rest.”

“Umm no, I do not. I definitely don’t remember that rule from when I was in school,” Red Hood says. “You?”

The latter is directed at Nightwing, who just shrugs and shakes his head.

“I’m pretty sure you two are the reason its a rule in the first place,” Red Robin jumps in. Hood scowls.

“Yeah right. I was a straight A student.”

“Well, that’s not totally true,” Nightwing drawls with a smirk. “What about Chemistry -”

“I will punch you in the throat if you finish that sentence.”

“Okay, putting a pin in that because there’s definitely a story there and I want it,” Batgirl chimes back in. “But at the moment, I’m more interested in hearing why Robin’s bike is in the middle of the harbor, according to its tracker? Inquiring minds want to know, and by inquiring minds I mean Oracle of course.”

There’s silence for a second, as all heads swivel to the smallest - and grumpiest - of the caped crowd...before Red Robin bursts into delighted laughter.

“Go ahead, tell them!” He crows. “You have to tell them now.”

Robin crosses his arms sullenly and stares at the ground as if willing it to swallow him whole. “I was in pursuit of one of Penguin’s enforcers.”

When he shows no indication of adding any further information to that, Red Robin supplies it for him.

“Who ducked!”

Dead silence then.

“You drove your cycle into the bay?”

“I did no such thing!” Robin bursts out. “I drove my cycle in pursuit of one of Penguin’s enforcers, as I said. He was getting ready to disengage a boat full of illegal arms from its berth at the docks, and I aligned my cycle perfectly so as to just barely clip his shoulder and knock him to the ground while I jumped off. And he did not duck.”

“So what did happen then?” Black Bat asks with a tiny smile playing on her lips. 

Robin mumbles something unintelligible.

“Sorry, nobody caught that. You must enunciate, youngling,” Batgirl says.

“I said he tripped, alright?!”

The group explodes into laughter, even if a couple of them like Nightwing and Black Bat seem to make token efforts at containing themselves for Robin’s sake. From the looks of him, the effort goes largely unappreciated, if not outright unnoticed. 

“He overshot the guy by a good two feet and zoomed straight into the bay before he could react,” Red Robin gasps out. “It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Which will be all the shorter if you don’t shut up,” Robin grumbles crankily. 

“Can somebody please, please get video footage of B’s face when you tell him? I need it. For posterity and stuff,” Red Hood gasps out, almost doubled over.

“You could just come with us and see it yourself,” Nightwing points out. Hood waves a hand in dismissal.

“Eh, no thanks. He’s being an asshole again this week.”

“Is he being an asshole or are you being the asshole this time?” 

The Red Hood shrugs carelessly. “Whatever. Its one or the other. Look, I can’t be expected to keep track.”

“Mm-hmm,” Nightwing hums knowingly.

“Like father, like son,” Batgirl sing-songs. She reeks of smug. It clings to her like a perfume.

“Shut it Blondie, you’re still on my shit-list.”

“What did I do?”

“You know damn well what you did.”

“Do you?” Black Bat asks her in a low voice to the side of the main conversation. Batgirl grins brightly.

“Oh yeah, definitely. And better yet, Oracle has documented proof of what I did. I’ll show you when we get home.”

Whatever else transpires is lost amid the hangover haze you awake to several hours later. You’re still unsure whether the phrase “never meet your heroes” was substantiated by the experience or not.

Further data might be required.

[teddyshoney]

In Every Lifetime Masterpost

So, @jayhawk-writes​ and I decided that we needed to put together a masterpost of our series for anyone who is interested in starting it or may have stopped reading it and doesn’t know where we’re at now. Or, just anybody, cuz we’re nice like that. :) So, whenever one of us posts a new story, we’ll add it to this post and recirculate it. Enjoy! (Currently has 16 main stories!)

Series Summary: A series of connected AUs inspired by this line from Blaine's proposal: "It's always felt like I was remembering you from something. As if, in every lifetime you and I have ever lived, we've chosen to come back and find each other and fall in love all over again. Over and over for all of eternity."

Part One: The Unknown Author: TeddysHoney Word Count: 864 Summary: Kurt and Blaine have a choice to make... AO3 or FF.net

Part Two: Domus Civita Author: JayhawkWrites Word Count: 62,612 Summary: While on vacation to a city he's never been to, Kurt Hummel finds himself in a place that he recognized from his dreams. The person he always sees in those dreams is there, too, and they spot him and ask, “Is it really you?” AO3 or FF.net This story has follow-ups! Goofball - AO3, FF.net Naked Cooking - AO3, FF.net So Here’s What We’re Going To Do - AO3, FF.net Lazy Sunday - AO3, FF.net

Part Three: It Only Took an Hour Author: TeddysHoney Word Count: 19,072 Summary: Kurt's been set up on a blind date at a bar that he hates. And the blind date is a no-show. There is this really cute boy that walks in, though, and Kurt can't stop watching him dance and flirt. The whole story takes place over the course of an hour with the exception of the prologue. AO3 or FF.net This story has follow-ups! Valentine’s Wedding - AO3, FF.net Penguin Proposal - AO3, FF.net

Part Four: The Writing on My Skin Author: JayhawkWrites Word Count: 35,530 Summary: Soulmates, when the younger of the two turns 16, both get a unique mark somewhere on their skin that will have or has had some meaning to them. They can write to each other back and forth by writing on their skin. Kurt Hummel has been waiting for his soulmate to finally turn 16 so that he would have someone to talk to about all of the things he can't tell his dad or other friends. Nobody really knows how bad the bullying has gotten at McKinley. He hopes that his soulmate can help him get through this tough time, but he has no way of knowing that Fate, and Noah Puckerman, will lead him right to his soulmate. AO3 or FF.net

Part Five: Nothing Can Keep Us Apart Author: TeddysHoney Word Count: 44,467 Summary: Blaine is a Prince...well, he used to be. Now, he's just a lowly Peasant living in the city of Hucal, a kingdom under the rule of the man who ordered his father to be killed. Unexpectedly, Blaine falls in love with a boy, a boy who should be far, far out of his reach. And just as he thinks that things are looking up for him, Hucal goes to war, and Blaine must fight. Will he make it home? Will he get to marry his soulmate? Will they have their happily ever after? AO3 or FF.net

Part Six: The Silver-Scaled Mark Author: JayhawkWrites Word Count: 52,737 Summary: Blaine is a half-elf living in a town of full-blooded elves. He doesn’t fit in and is bullied almost daily for his heritage. One day Blaine finds solace in the library and later finds a book that talks about the magic in his world. He is drawn to it and wants to learn all he can. After Blaine has consumed all of the books in his town, he goes off to college to become a wizard so that he can help protect those that are not able to adequately defend themselves. Once he has graduated, he finds that he and several companions are part of a prophecy that will help unite the races in his world. AO3 or FF.net

Part Seven: When Worlds Collide Author: TeddysHoney Word Count: 92,341 Summary: Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson are soulmates and fairies; they have a wonderful little family, and Kurt is a successful author. When his daughters beg him to read his new book to them for a bedtime story, Kurt and Blaine relive their pasts, and we learn exactly how they became soulmates and lovers in a most unconventional and unlikely way. AO3 or FF.net

Part Eight: Guarding the Shadows Author: JayhawkWrites Word Count: 111,943 Summary: Too distracted by their love for each other to make their own choices, Kurt and Blaine are thrust into an adventure they know almost nothing about. Born in mid-1600 London, they must overcome many obstacles including their financial barriers and their desire to find true love. However, there's a hidden piece of the puzzle they know nothing about: vampires. AO3 or FF.net This story has follow-ups! Fucking Journal! Damn Book! - AO3, FF.net

Part Nine: I Don’t Date Cheerios Author: TeddysHoney Word Count: 66,883 Summary: Blaine, leader of the McKinley High bad boys is forced to join a club, and he winds up singing in front of the Glee Club. Who else would be in the audience besides Cheerio Kurt? Kurt’s never been a fan of Blaine, but that’s all about to change... AO3 or FF.net This story has follow-ups! I Thought I Gave the Orders - AO3, FF.net Midnight Snack - AO3, FF.net Always and Forever - AO3, FF.net Dear Blaine’s Bike, How Dare You? - AO3, FF.net

Part Ten: How Far I’ll Go Author: JayhawkWrites Word Count: 36,586 Summary: In a world where soulmates are found by touching one another, little Kurt, who’s been bullied even at the tender age of three, has finally found some friends. As kids do, to say goodbye, Kurt hugs three of his friends and earns himself a soulmark. The only problem? He doesn’t know who it belongs to. AO3 or FF.net This story has follow-ups! Fluttershy - AO3, FF.net Can You Feel the Love Tonight - AO3, FF.net Happily Ever After - AO3, FF.net It’s a Jolly Holiday - AO3, FF.net

Part Eleven: You’re Not a Princess Author: TeddysHoney Word Count: 22,487 (WIP) Summary: Kurt and Blaine are ready for a new adventure, and Caphriel knows the perfect one, a journey in which every lifetime they’ve lived so far will play a part in getting the two of them together once more.  So, after a meeting between Burt and Cooper, an agreement is made that the Prince of Cicuria (Kurt) and the Prince of Zira (Blaine) should be wed in order for an alliance to be procured between the two kingdoms. The only problem? Both Burt and Cooper think they’re promising their family member to a Princess. And when the wedding day finally rolls around, there are two missing grooms. Where have they gone? AO3 or FF.net

Part Twelve: So Very Thankful Author: JayhawkWrites Word Count: 53,020 Summary: Kurt and Blaine chose carefully what their new adventure will be. One really wants to be taken care of, and the other has no problem being the person who takes care of them. Watch them earn their soulmarks as they fall in love. AO3 or FF.net This story has follow-ups! Seth - AO3, FF.net Love, E - AO3, FF.net

Part Thirteen: My Rhythm and Blues Author: TeddysHoney Word Count: 71,249 (WIP) Summary: Kurt's finally in New York, the city he's dreamed of coming to for so long and the place he should meet his soulmate, according to his mark. After a once-in-a-lifetime concert, he heads to Marie's Crisis for some drinks, and he meets someone whom he's been crushing on for years: Blaine Anderson, lead singer of Warbler Attack. The singer invites him, as a joke, to go on tour with the band, and Kurt takes him up on his offer, sending him off on a whirlwind romance he never thought he'd experience. AO3 or FF.net

Part Fourteen: Outlined on My Finger, Printed in My Heart Author: JayhawkWrites Word Count: 30,050 Summary: Blaine and Kurt spent a while picking their next adventure. When they finally decided, Caphriel was elated. This was an adventure he had been waiting for them to choose. AO3 or FF.net

Part Fifteen: Crimson Yarn Author: TeddysHoney Word Count: 35,259 Summary: Back from New York, Kurt has just purchased a lake house in need of fixing up to keep him busy while he tries to heal from his past relationship. Back from LA, Blaine reluctantly takes a job from his father while he mourns the loss of his dream. Will red yarn, coffee, and some heavy conversation be enough for both boys to realize that there may be an answer to their healing right in front of them? AO3 or FF.net

Part Sixteen: Braid of Gold Author: JayhawkWrites Word Count: 1,465 (WIP) Summary: Kurt and Blaine ask Caphriel to make the decision about where they go next. He chooses a lifetime where Kurt and Blaine will have to navigate a situation they've not yet been in. They'll have to work through loss and betrayal and ultimately, their bond will be stronger as a family because of it. AO3 or FF.net

[thetrlckst3r]

Name: Gabriel Pentzing

Codename: Oleander

Age: 19 (at beginning) 30+ (end of the series)

Height: 5’9

Weight: 136 lbs

Birthday: May 20th

Race: Caucasian

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Hair color: Brown Natural, dyed green

Eye color: Brown

Skin tone: Pale

Occupation: Hitman

Background:

Gabriel Pentzing is a man of dignity and high stature. At least, that’s what he used to be like. At a young age he was subject to the harsh reality of life. His father was diagnosed with a deadly illness when Gabriel was a child, and they’re family wasn’t well off. The medical payments became too much and the family had to live off savings.

Once Gabriel reached the age of 13, he started doing odd jobs. Escorting substances that he didn’t know existed, spying on rival gangs. All for a quick buck.

All he wanted was money to save his father, so he did anything for any amount of money. It ended up with him wrapped up so tightly in the mob that he wasn’t able to escape once he got the money.

At 16 he realized he was a good shot after stealing a rifle from a house that was raided and practiced the outskirts of Gotham for days. It was then he figured out he could do other jobs for the mob that he hadn’t considered before.

Hitman.

He started to build up a quick reputation of being ruthless but efficient. Despite his young age and lack of experience in killing, he was one of the top hitmen for hire in Gotham. His ability to end everyone and anything caused his prices to be higher than others, but because of his policy to never allow a job to be unfinished. His reasoning for charging high prices wasn’t just because of his unwillingness to fail, but because he was always forwarding money to his parents to help with medical expenses. His parents didn’t ask, but they were suspicious of Gabriel’s sudden influx in money. His father is doing better, and has since been discharged from the hospital. Gabriel held a “cancer is gone” party for his father.

A party of three, him, his father, and his mother.

He was glad to still have both parents in his life, despite the choices he made to get them to that point.

After years of being a part of the mob, Pentzing found himself under the watchful eye of Carmine Falcone. The Don had hired the gun before, but now he was offering Gabe a full time job as a hitman for him.

This is when he met Victor Zsasz, a skilled hitman and an inspiration to Gabriel because of his immense skill and loyalty. Side by side they preformed tasks, earning a rep as an unstoppable duo and instilling fear when seen together for jobs. One knew that if they spotted them, they were the job that needed to be done.

When Falcone retired, they both went under Penguin. At this point, Pentzing was just turning 18. He later came out to Zsasz that he had feelings, which were surprisingly reciprocated by the older man. They kept the relationship secret since they didn’t want it to be used against them in any way.

Over time, Penguin found out but he was quick to be quiet.

Gabriel is 19 now and is well known in Gotham, including his relationship with the fellow hitman Victor Zsasz.

Abilities

Peak physical condition, he has shown his ability to best men much bigger than he is, and even managing to stand his ground against Zsasz in practice fights.

Gabriel is an excellent marksman, loving rifles and jobs he could do from afar. This doesn’t mean he isn’t proficient with other weapons. Pistols and knives are his second weapon of choice if a job can’t be done with a rifle and a scope.

Acrobatics and climbing aren’t outside the realm of Gabriel’s ability. He can scale buildings quickly and has been spotted performing tricks (because he can’t take anything seriously) when jumping between the buildings, like flips.

Torture.

Gabriel is not to the point where he can be as successful with torture as Zsasz, but he can get information out with it if he needs to do that way. He has experienced Zsasz’s torture from an outside view, watching men be tortured for days and brainwashed.

Hand to hand combat.

Despite his lack of years, Gabriel is quite skilled in hand to hand combat. He has mostly focused on stamina training, doing his best to outlast everyone he’s ever fought or going to fight. His strength is not to be undermined, though. His ability and strength is on par with James Gordon and other famous fighters in Gotham.

Appearance

Gabriel is known for his eccentric appearance. His green hair is an odd touch for someone who’s supposed to be covert, but he doesn’t think he has to be. He’d rather have his job know who he is and understand that this green hair will be the last color they see besides red.

Lanky, his thin body makes him appear taller than he is. Underneath his elaborate clothes, he is toned and his strength can be measured just by the sight.

Gabriel likes to wear nice clothes, suits and high collared jackets are his favorite types of clothing. Despite all his running, he likes to wear dress shoes to truly complete his outfits.

In order to hide his face, Gabriel wears round sunglasses and a black surgical mask. He has to make sure his identity is hidden when he’s out in the open, he’d rather not be discovered when he’s not expecting it.

This does not mean he is unknown by the police. He is very well known by the GCPD after making many appearances in the building and on wanted posters.

He also has a love for rings and jewelry. Since the beginning, he has been taking pieces of jewelry from jobs he’s done. More often he takes wedding rings and necklaces, but he’ll take glasses if the victim wasn’t wearing jewelry. He keeps track of his kill count via this system. So far, he has killed 36 people.

Random facts

Gabriel is a very honest man, never lying to employers. He isn’t lying to his parents about his life, they know about his life in the mob. But they respect his privacy and don’t ask about his specific role.

He has a love for sweets, specifically cookies.

An odd weakness, but Gabe has a soft spot for dogs.

The reason he decided to dye his hair green was because his parents had a rule of no dyeing hair unnatural colors. As soon as he reached 18, he dyed his hair green.

Gabriel has been kidnapped by Don Maroni, used as bait for Falcone. Falcone didn’t personally order anything, but Zsasz broke into the place Gabe was being held and took him back to Falcone.

Gabriel may be a killer, but it doesn’t mean he won’t stand up for people being hurt. On multiple accounts, Gabriel will find men or women who hurt their partner or spouse. It is mostly though the partner, since Gabe has a habit of being social and finding out information.

If a hit ends up in club or concert, Gabriel has a habit of dancing to the music before doing anything. Sometimes, he has to be reminded of why he’s there. But after a hit, he’ll gladly have his fun and dance around for a bit longer.

His pricing goes as follows.

Business: 100k

Personal: 200k-250k (base price)

Personal hit categories:

Men: 200k-250k depending on status

Women: 300k

Child (12-17):400k

Babies (Below 12): “I don’t kill young children”

Cops (regardless of gender): 500k

Gabriel is very sexual, his excuse that he’s still a teenager and that it’s just the natural thing to do when he was found with another person. That was when he was 15-17. He always practiced safely, which led him to still be healthy. Now that he has formed a relationship with Zsasz, his need for other people has diminished now that he’s dedicated to one person.

Gabriel is a very odd mix of masochist and sadist. During his time with Maroni, he was found to be very accepting of the torture and punishment he got for speaking out and causing too much noise. But, he also likes to cause other people pain. Hear them scream for mercy when they’re his victims.

Gabriel has an extreme level of loyalty. He won’t sway from one person to another unless he feels as though he’s been betrayed. To some, this undying loyalty may seem like a weakness, but to Gabe it is far from it. To him, it’s a way to let his employer know he trusts them, he would do anything for them.

No matter the cost.

Gabriel’s family immigrated from Austria to Gotham when he was 10, his birth name was Lukas Pentzing.

He changed his first name to protect his family and to blend in better. His native tongue is German.

His favorite music artists/genres include

The Rolling Stones

Queen

Disco in general

Metallica

Prince

Michael Jackson

Madonna

Elton John