#sincerely a pissed off englishman who already sees where this is going

[danwhobrowses]

He's only been in a day and it's clear that Donald Trump and his posse of tech billionaires and racists have a clear vision for America, and that vision is to turn it into the world's biggest factory and oil rig.

This man does not care for people, or the environment, or healthcare, he cares about oil and money and his own prejudices, slapping on the shallow name of patriotism as a mask for his malignance. While Canada and Mexico - the countries he alienates - help put out the fires in California he is leaving WHO and the Paris Agreement, not bothering to come to California when he wasn't president because he won't be able to take credit for its containment.

This is the man a baffling majority voted for, whose only desires are to profit his and his own buddies' business; he is not an everyman, he is not a patriot, and he is not a good person. The president is a criminal, protected by his very title from due process and justice, and the world is gonna pay for it.

[candy-corps]

Watching You

Wallace belongs to @mygardenofmuses

First ever appearance of Batman Bruce!

My muse offers to join your characters side as they see someone creepy watching them.

Bruce felt the vibrations of the cars passing by on the pads of his feet as he made his way through the small crowd of bypassers. A hood covered his ears because it was not always good being recognized; but his wings were on display openly; too important was it to be able to move them quick nowadays. Like right now. He raised one and wrapped it around his target once made out - and pushed them to take another path than the one they seemed to intend to. "Stay calm. You are followed" the Batman said, walking calmly next to other, yet keeping him in his hold strong enough that he had little choice but to tag along.

Wallace gasped a little in surprise at first, but then realized who it was. This was Bruce, the Dark Knight, the handsome, strong night hero that the city adored. A little smile came to his lips. "T-thanks, Mr Bruce. I didn't notice, to be honest." he offered him a hand in greeting. "I'm Wallace Tolstoi. Just another member of your fans club." He looked back, pursing his lips a little. "Do you know who's following me?"

"No one anymore when we go this way ... " Bruce suggested, leading Wallace to an alley between the main streets that was a bit more deserted with exception of a café and and two people who came out of a mail office. Mail office? These still existed? He pulled the hood off his head, revealing his ears. He had to check something, so they began to move right away. "Fan, really?" he asked in the meantime, looking at Wallace for the first time and smirking at him as he kept walking.

"Heh, yes." Wallace felt his shyness creep back into his body. He hugged himself, trying to anchor to his soul the little self-confidence he could muster right now. "I... I do adore all aliens. When I heard there were more heroes apart of Megamind and Metro Man, I was really happy to hear the new one was another alien, too. And a bat, no less! Bats are amazing, with their wings and echocolocation and... well, everything? So cool."

Bruce' smirk turned to a grin. "Thanks." It was good to know Wallace was likely to forgive when he grabbed him on the spot and jumped with him to safety, should there be a reason to. "Know what I like about bats? - They're teamplayers" he answered right away. "Why are you being followed?" he asked Wallace as he kept leading the way.

"Yes, that's cool too." Wallace nodded. It was always fun to learn more about them! He wondered if Bruce considered him part of his team right now. Now that would be AWESOME! His question made him blink. "I have no idea. Maybe I owe them money? Though it shouldn't be, I think I've paid off all my debts of the month..."

Oh. He didn't know. Bruce came to a halt; not expecting that. "Shall I go and ask?" When he moved fast, maybe he could. Bruce looked back and leaned his ears back.

"Maybe? I mean, that guy looks a bit shady, but I try not to judge people based on their looks." Wallace mumbled, looking down. He knew better than anyone that it wasn't good to judge a book by its cover.

"True" Bruce replied, only half listening. This was getting complicated. But Wallace hadn't lied when he said he was a fan or at least the didn't think so. "You wanna stay here?" he asked Wallace, pushing him a little closer to the café they'd been about to pass.

"I was on my way to work. And I work right there, in the Midnight Café." Wallace answered, rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh that's handy" Bruce found. He let go of Wallace. He had a feeling he made the follower out - at least it was the height, breathing and heart beat he remembered.

"Wanna come in and take a drink? It's on me this time... since you were my temporary bodyguard." Wallace offered. He wanted to thank the hero, somehow.

"Later" Bruce assured. "Thanks, though." He bumped his wing against Wallace' shoulder and was on his way, checking if he'd find the man that followed Wallace and get a little more information. "Stay safe" he gave him on the way, hurrying off.

"You too." Wallace waved back at him, smiling. It was nice to count on heroes like him.

__Bruce kept his promises whereever he could. And so it was not long after that the batman set food in the Midnight Café. With walls around him the noise of the city was lower which he enjoyed quite a lot. He let his gaze wander and turned his raised ears, trying to make out where Wallace was.

Wallace was cleaning the counter after some customers had left. He was smiling to himself, still happy with his encounter with the hero. It would something interesting to tell Rigel when he got home... It was then when a new familiar shape appeared on the door. His smile widened. "Mr Bruce! You came back!"

"Told you." Didn't he? Bruce smiled at the lad.

Some minutes later, Wallace was placing a cup of coffee in front of Bruce. given there weren't many customers, he decided to sit down with him.  "So... did you find out who was the guy following me?"

"I did" Bruce said and put his phone on the table to unlock it. He wasn't one to brag, but he did have the feeling he deserved to be treated a coffee. Now ... how to explain. Bruce looked up again. "Umm ... turns out, he's a private detective. Your mom is worried about you or something and just wanted to check if you're good." That was the version the detective had told. Bruce studied Wallace' expression, curious if that matched up for Wallace.

"Oh..." Wallace looked down, trying to take in those words. "I guess... it's kinda my fault. I've been doing so well lately without them that... I forgot to call. Though part of me didn't want to call either." he frowned a bit.

So it was true. Meaning he let the detective fall two times more than actually necessary. Oh well. "You ... got the number? Because I have the one of the detective" Bruce said, opening the contact.

"I changed my phone number after I left my home, so... it would be good if you could give me his number." Wallace nodded. Just because his father had been abusive, didn't mean he had to cut everything. His mother... in a way, she was a victim too. Perhaps he still could talk with her.

"Just give me yours and I can send the contact" Bruce suggested, opening the option, turning the phone and pushing it to Wallace so he could enter his. This was totally unecessary, true. He picked his coffee and added sugar before he stirred it eventually. He was curious if Wallace would figure it out ...

"Sure thing! My number is..." Wallace entered the number quickly. How awesome this was? One of his idols now had his number! Which meant they were practically friends now, right? He returned the phone, beaming. "There you go~!"

"Thank you" Bruce replied, leaning his head on his hand as he took his phone with the other, sending the contact ... and his own all the same.

The main theme of Star Wars started to come out of Wallace's cellphone. When he answered, he realized he hadn't received only the numberr of the detective... but Bruce's as well. His eyes sparkled in awe, shining like little stars as he looked up. "Thank you, Mr Bruce! You're the coolest bat in town!"

Bruce tried to wave it off. "I'm ... " But then: "You think?" Then he laughed and put the phone away. It was rude to keep it on the table. He was an Englishman., deep down. "So. Um .... You wanna talk about it?" he wondered, then took his coffee and started to drink.

"I think so." Wallace confirmed. He arched one eyebrrow at his next question. "Talk... about how cool you are, or talk about my family? Just checking."

Bruce lowered his cup. "Oh we can do both" he assured. Then huffed a laugh. He was joking. "Why are you not calling your mother?" he simply asked, shrugging with one shoulder as he did.

"Well..." Wallace looked down, joining his hands over the table. He played with his thumbs for a moment, trying to find the right words. "When I came out as trans, and pansexual, my father got so mad that he kicked me out of home. Mom did nothing to stop it. I was really pissed, so... I cut off all contact with them, changed my name, and tried my best to embrace who I am."

Bruce' smile fell, hearing that.  Wallace was cast out. It was one of the cruelest things he could imagine. He shook his head. That. That's what he disliked about humans. "You're a brave man" Bruce found. "Man's right?" he asked, just wondering.

"Thanks! And yes. Look, I'm growing a little beard, see?" Wallace showed him the hair framing his chin.  "I'm a little afraid of taking surgery, so I still have some remnants of my previous self. But it's OK. My meds are working well. I feel a bit more manlier every day, hehe!" he blushed, a little embarrassed.

He seemed so proud. It made Bruce smile again. And then sigh. "I hope that works out" he said, tapping his fingers against the table. "For all of you. Will you keep  me updated?" he asked Wallace. He had already someone in mind to introduce him to and form another, better, family, should things with the old not work.

"Sure. We're friends now, aren't we?" Wallace smiled softly. He found his interest for his well-being truly endearing. Until now, only Rigel had cared this much about him. It was nice to have one friend more.

"Were" Bruce corrected. They weren't just starting this moment. "You gave me coffee" Bruce reminded him, lifting the cup. He was friends with humans on default and always hoped they felt so, too. With Wallace he's been hopeful since he promised that cup.

"Of course. Anything you want, I'm happy to help out." Wallace nodded, glad to see Bruce was considering him a friend since much earlier than expected. That was pretty amazing! One doesn't get to befriend a hero every day.

"Same here" Bruce said sincerely. He looked down at the cup and smiled to himself. It was always nice to get support in return, too.