#so if superman is a sperm donor

[mmmmmmeow]

wait wasn’t superman basically a sperm donor to lex luthor to have superboy. omg wait. well not sperm donor but like dna donor but you get the point here

[katealpha]

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Kara In-Ze had been wanting to make a difference since she arrived on earth long after her friend Superman. She didn’t want to compete with him over who was the better protector of Metropolis. Even when bigger threats like Darkseid and Brainiac popped up, it was Superman and the rest of the league who dealt with them, and hardly ever her. What she wanted most in her life, but couldn’t have, was simply Krypton back.

This longing was eventually uncovered by Diana one night while the two were on a mission together for the JL. Kara was afraid that she and Kal would be the last two kryptonians, and that if she could help bring more pure kryptonians to the world, she would. Even if it meant having them herself. Wonder Woman came to Kara’s aid, managing to arrange a few meetings where she and Ollie were able to get several sperm donors, and also several families who were looking to adopt, and could be trusted to raise a potential meta human, all handpicked by Kara herself.

Eventually, Kara was ready to start. It was a 5 year plan that would see Kara going through four pregnancies, and the resulting babies would be given to loving families around the world, where they’d grow their powers and hopefully pass their own genes down and so on. That way, Krypton would be part of earth in a way that wouldn’t harm anyone.

After the first procedure, Kara was excited and a little worried how she’d handle pregnancy, but eventually got into the swing once she started actually growing, filling out her costumes more than she did already. Despite the concerns of others, Kara continued to serve as a hero of Metropolis as far along as 9 months. She’d become earth‘s first pregnant superhero, and anyone who thought it was ridiculous changed their tune when they watched the bullets of her criminal foe’s guns bounce right off of her belly.

It was a happy time for Supergirl. She felt content despite the back aches, craving, and ruination of her slim figure. Flying about the city with a baby bump was just too fun, and all the attention it gave her only grew her confidence that she was doing the right thing. Through her, Krypton would have its second chance. Seeing the faces of people seeing her and all her pregnant glory alone was worth it, especially seeing other expecting women cheering her on as she flies by.

[havendance]

Because @zahri-melitor’s idea looked like a fun way to procrastinate starting my new52 read, I decided to give it a spin. My randomly generated date was January 22nd, 1990, which yielded the following list of comics:

And thoughts:

Hellblazer #27 -- I somehow managed to land on a standalone issue of hellblazer that was in between parts of a multi-part story, that is also one of the two issues of Hellblazer written by Neil Gaiman! It's very atmospheric and very Vertigo. John Constantine goes to a party and meets a lesbian who tries to get him to be her sperm donor. Also there's a ghost killing people because it longs for connection.

Superman #41 -- This is the start of a multi-issue superman title crossover arc so there's quite a few moving pieces. Lobo and this other guy want to kill superman. Lobo is also very drunk the whole time, something appears to be up with Clark as he refuses to see Jimmy and also is cold at Lana's Birthday party, and finally Jimmy's looking for the truth behind his dad's death which involves Cadmus. It was interesting seeing all the different moving pieces, but I could do without drunk!Lobo.

The New Titans #64 -- The conclusion of an arc that involves Deathstroke and also some sort of alien animal plague virus. Kory's got some nice moments. Also this is the issue before the one where Tim shows up asking Dick to train him so he's got a cameo appearance at the end :)

The Ring of Nibelung #3 -- This one was interesting. Appearently DC did a whole comic adaptation of Wagner's ring cycle. This issue follows events of Seigfried as the titular character forges his blade, slays the dragon, and wakes Brynhild. It was a pretty comic and neat to read since my only exposure to the ring cycle previously was a concert of some of the music played orchestrally.

Time Masters #2 -- The only one I'd read previously. I read issue 1 of Time Masters for a Helena cameo and it left me with enough momentum to read issue 2 as well. Anyway Rip Hunter and co is like 'we need to use time travel to defeat the illuminati' which was fine, but the most interesting part of this issue to me was when Superman makes a cameo appearance:

Superman: Dr. Hunter, I appreciate your concern and what you're telling me is an incredible story. If what you say is true, this may be too big a job, even for me. Perhaps it would be more logical to take it to the J.L.I... It's more in their league. Rip Hunter: Superman wait! Rip Hunter (thinking): Wow. He's a little colder than I thought. Rip Hunter (aloud): Great. Thanks a lot. Editor's note: to see why Superman is so aloof, check out Superman this month and next! --Bob

When I first read this, I definitely just assumed Superman didn't believe him, but having actually read the issue of Superman now, I can see that there is something going on.

[imnotwolverine]

The marriage pact - London bits

Henry Cavill x OC Alice - multi-chapter

< Part 14 | Part 15 London bits | Part 16 >

Disclaimer: some strong language

Author’s note: It was so much fun to do some actual research on Jersey’s history - even though it is only mentioned very briefly in this chapter. 

Word count: 1.265

(Link to my Masterlist)

Dear readers,

One can find and do many things on our Jersey island, its rich soil housing some 107.000 inhabitants. But as it appears, the world has more to offer than multi-horned sheep, lovely beaches and close knitted communities. Today I’m once more writing from the metropolitan city of London, my journey taking me to meet some ex-inhabitants of our beloved Jersey.  

In this “Old Faces goes London”, I’ll be visiting a baker who decided to bring his infamous Jersey-rolls to the great City of London, a linguist who strives to keep Jèrriais (our territories unique Norman dialect) alive and I’ll be having a cup of tea with an exporter of Jersey’s very own apple cider. Yum!

And, as time is ticking I will now bid you all adieu. Or, to keep it in the Jèrriais realms;

À bétôt!

Ali

‘Morning.’ Henry pressed a kiss on my cheek while he brushed past me, his hands busy with making toast while I prepped some lunch boxes. It was 6 AM on a Tuesday and, though I was far from awake, I did admit that I felt quite happy being here, in Henry’s Mews kitchen. 

In the far corner I could hear Kal hogging down some food after an even more ungodly early doggy walk - from which I thankfully had been spared - and before long the kitchen was filled with lovely scents and we were all enjoying our breakfast.

‘Sleep well?’ I said, keeping my voice down as the walls were rather thin. Henry nodded, cup of coffee hovering beneath his nose, cheeks dimpling with a tender smile. ‘Sure did. Though looks like you are STILL sleeping.’ He laughed. ‘Mmm... I’m very much enjoying this dream, thank you very much. So please, allow me.’

‘Then so I will. So what are you up to today?’ He took a hesitant sip of the far too hot drink, scrunching his nose as he nearly burned his tongue, then decided to put it down, his hands instead moving to cut into the toast, his egg all gooey perfection as it oozed out onto the plate. I could see Kal push his head on Henry’s lap, hoping that his puppy eyes were enough of a persuader to earn himself some bacon. But apparently it was just another part of their morning routine, Henry’s hand near automatically running through the Akita’s fur before returning to his breakfast, no bacon bits shared in the process.

Sweet bears. 

‘Going to have an interview with that baker in a little over an hour, then visiting that publisher followed by some work calls. You?’

‘No baker interviews unfortunately,’ He smiled. ‘Just meetings. Meetings, meetings, meetings.’ Henry shrugged, obviously not looking forward to it. ‘Oh..What do you want to do for dinner by the way?’ He inquired.

‘Eh…eat food?’ I grinned, earning an exasperated look from him. ‘Hahah..sorry..but eh..let’s just cook something at home. Shall I cook or..?’

‘Cooking as home is good, sure. And, Ali, honestly..I’m not THAT traditional. Maybe let’s just say that the first person who gets home, cooks? That seems to be more fair.’ He said simply, hogging down onto another huge bite. 

‘Very well then, my fair feminist knight.’ I winked, also cutting into my toast, my nose sniffing happily as the savoury scents drifted into my nostrils. Gosh, how nice it was to be with a man that could cook! 

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Still somewhat catching my breath from hurrying from meeting to meeting, I sat before one man called Charles Dunham, his golden nameplate shining proudly on his paper-filled mahogany desk. From the moment I had gotten into his office, it became clear that the old, fat cheeked man was most eager to get me on board; a good cup of coffee and some cookies were moved onto the last remaining bit of his space on his overcrowded desk and before I could even take my first sip of the welcome drink, the offer was already on the table.

‘Simply said; we adore your stories. And from a business point of view we see great potential. You have a solid fan base, and we recently released a similar storybook for adults that sold like hot buns on the Sunday market,’ He grinned happily, throwing three cubes of sugar in his coffee and mixing it with a freakishly small spoon. ‘So we are more than glad to develop this project with you.’

I blinked over the rim of the cup of coffee, hot steam raising up from the porcelain. HOLY DAMN! I let out a soft giggle and smiled. ‘My…alright then. I had expected to have to give you my sales pitch and perhaps a kidney or two. I mean, I even made a whole presentation, but this is far better. Thank you so much for your trust and enthusiasm Mr. Dunham, it truly means the world!’ 

Mr. Dunham chuckled. ‘And the world better be ready. How about we start editing a first version in the next few months, fine-tune a few things? Oh, and I did have one small question; are these based on actual people?’

‘Some are inspired by a mix of people I know, though all characters are definitely fictional in nature.’

‘Well, perhaps you COULD add a slight reference to Superman, since he’s from the Islands as well. Our readers would surely love that.’

I felt my stomach somersault again. Oh Mr. Dunham..if only you knew.

‘Haha..well. We might have to look into copyrights there, but it sure is true that we, I, adore our homeland hero.’ I winked.

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Oh the homeland hero. I did adore him, indeed. In fact I craved him really.

The moment I had gotten back to Jersey I felt like I had left a piece of myself back with Henry. Suddenly the air was bleak and my parents house was not my home anymore, the large but comfortable house feeling like but a shell of what it had been just days earlier. And it got even weirder when I was laying in bed. 

Here I was, alone, my hand outstretched to the spot where he would lay if we would sleep together. I even tried to sniff the pillow he had slept on, to see if any of his scent perhaps lingered there.

It didn’t.

It had been a strangely eventful day today. First the very early flight, a sleepy Henry - quite unique to find in the mornings - driving me to the airport. And then the near desperate hugs and kisses we shared, followed by a restless flight. And then I had to quickly drop off my stuff before heading to another doctors appointment. This time for one of a more invasive nature; a number of physical tests had to be performed so I could enlist for a sperm donor. My plan B. Just in case everything failed with Henry. 

But, in all honesty, it felt more and more like a doom scenario I was increasingly less comfortable with. Did I want to become a single parent, if all of this failed? Was that really my dream? Or was a child just a result of something greater I truly wanted, something I had pushed away and hidden from my still beating heart. Did I actually want something quite different?

Did I want..eh..love, actually?

As I lay there looking at the ceiling, small glow-in-the-dark stars speckling the otherwise dark surface, I came to the bitter tasting realisation that I had not really taken into account that there was suddenly this extra person who had come into the equation. This person I had wild make-out sessions with on my parents couch, as well finding in him the person who offers a listening ear and who would consolidate me and be there during a doctors appointment. 

He cared and was obviously not really wanting to leave. And I, to be even more honest with myself, well, I didn’t want him to leave either. I needed to keep him close and listen to him if I wanted this to last. 

Rolling on my side I picked up my phone. 11.30 PM. He’d probably be sleeping now. I bit my lip and decided to text him, even if he’d only read it in the morning.

“I just tried to sniff the pillow but your scent is gone. I miss you😢”

Quite immediately a message returned. A selfie, taken with a flash in the starkness of a dark bedroom. Henry’s face sulkily grabbing onto a pillow. “That makes two. I miss you three!”

I giggled, silly bear, then imitated his picture, taking one myself, his pillow squeezed tightly in my arm, head resting on top. “Sweet dreams bear. I’ll keep your pillow safe.”

And then a little voice chat message came in, his silky deep voice filling my heart with joy; ‘Sweet dreams Ali.’

Oh sweet were my dreams indeed. 

If only..if only he were here to share them with me. 

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“...Where is our child ?” - Wonder Woman x fem!Reader

Hey, so because I often receive messages about you guys wanting “more Wondermom” (yes, “Wondermom” became a thing) well...I’m writing this story. This is basically a part 2 of : “take care of my babies or you’ll die”, so if you didn’t read that you can if you want, so this story will make more sense and...Boom, part 2, hope you’ll like it : 

PART 1

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The present :

You and Diana were sitting side by side on an upside down car, looking at the destruction the latest “League fight to save the World” created. 

Fortunately, everything happened after the small town where things went down was evacuated (thanks god your brother, Bruce, was always planning things so carefully and almost always managed to bring the villains where he wanted them to be, in inhabited places). But oh the destruction was still there. 

The small coffee shop that was absolutely the cutest and that made you want to sit in and drink a warm cup of brew was no more. 

The school, a school that eerily resembled the one your son used to go to, was no more.

People’s houses were gone. They all lost everything (though probably, “Wayne Enterprise” would get a new charity and give money and men to rebuild the place). All their possessions  were no more. Pictures of their families, the same kind that hung in your house, souvenirs and all...no more. 

Worst, the library and book shop right next door were no more...You sighed as you see a few pages of destroyed books fly in the wind. 

Your Diana’s arm is around your shoulder, and you cuddle closer to her as you witness the destruction you and your friends were responsible for...But hey, you saved the World again. Small sacrifices were always needed you know ? 

Still, her presence reassures you, makes you feel better. It always have. Having her beside you always made you stronger. 

Your wife’s voice startles you, as you weren’t expecting her to speak right now, in that short moment of peace after the storm :

-Remember when I said that I did NOT want our child to ever fight ? 

You smile weakly and straighten up a bit, turning your head to look at her. She smiles back at you, and you take a wild strand of her hair to put it behind her ear lovingly, brushing your fingers along her cheek, before saying : 

-Yes I do. The good old days. 

-When he wasn’t born yet and we could still hope. 

-Really, what did we expect ? He’s ours, of course he would have to fight one day...

-I just wished there was another way. That he could have had a normal life.

A loud sigh behind you makes you jump a bit and you both turn around...to be faced with your brother and his sons. 

The sigh was from the youngest, Damian and...oh God you couldn’t believe that brat was already an adult. You wished you could turn back time, to moments where he was not that giant man, but a tiny insecure boy who often came to his aunt for advices and hugs (yes, hugs. It was a secret between you and him). 

You don’t even have time to say anything as Damian begins : 

-You know, Thomas isn’t a baby anymore. He’s perfectly capable to handle himself on a battlefield. After all he’s from my...our family, there wasn’t any other way, and such an extraordinary being couldn’t have just a “normal life”. He’s important. Hell, he even saved Superman’s life today. He’s vital part of the league. And...

You roll your eyes and cut him off : 

-Yes yes I know Dami’, you told us a hundred time. 

-And yet you still baby him. You know, he just turned twenty and...

-LALALALALLALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU MY TOMMY IS STILL MY TINY SON LALALALALLALAAAAAA !! 

Diana chuckles lowly, your nephews (but Damian) full on laugh at the face their little brother is making (seriously, it could be the illustration for the word “annoyed” in the dictionary), and even your brother utter a small smile. 

Of course you know your boy isn’t a small child anymore but...you can’t help it. You can’t help but being a little bit sad and angry at yourself for ever letting him become a superhero too. You can’t help but feeling guilty about the life he’s doomed to lead. You can’t help but worry about him constantly. 

Sure, he’s twenty now but...Some things never change. 

Speaking about things that never change : 

-Wait...Where is he ? 

Bruce looks away and his sons do too, but you catch Tim’s look before he can and it’s impossible to avoid your gaze once it’s locked on something and...With a dangerous voice, you ask : 

-Spit it up Tim, my boy...Where’s our child ? 

************

The Past :

“Where is our child ?” was a sentence that was heard way too many times in the Prince-Wayne household. 

It started about a year after Thomas was born. 

The only somewhat peaceful year you had (”somewhat” because of course, you were always worried about him, and Diana had the incredibly strong fear that he would die in his sleep and oh...the entire first year, she would wake you up almost every hour of the night, by getting up from the bed to go check on him, and then coming back and pulling you into her arms...Oh and let’s not talk about the time you had to find a baby-sitter because you were both busy !). 

Yup. Things were still pretty normal for the first year. Just very worried first time parents things really. 

Besides, Bruce was a huge help, and the boys too, always around to help and support you (no one could change a diaper like Bruce, and it impressed you a lot to see that he was that skilled at it, given the fact he never had a kid that young...). He even made the effort to leave Gotham more than once just to take care of his nephew and...really, this made your heart flutter, to think that you were so important to him that he would stop watching over his (and yours) beloved city just to come and look after his baby nephew. To think that for you, and only you, he would “break” his (damn stupid) promise he made to your parents all those years ago...

Yes. Bruce helped tremendously through this first year. And everything was rather fine. 

But one morning, everything changed. 

You woke up to Diana’s screams of panic, and, half-asleep, you don’t quite remember how you managed to rush that fast from your bedroom toward your son’s ! 

But here you were, with your wife, staring at the empty bed you put your baby in the night before...

It took you only half a second to register what happened, and to enter the “detective mode” your brother taught you. 

And as Diana was completely panicking and yelling “WHERE IS OUR CHILD ?!”, you detached yourself from the situation and...observed.

It was important. To not let your feelings overwhelm you. The life of your son was on the line. 

First thing you noticed was that the blanket was gone too and that...A giggle. 

A giggle stopped you dead in your track. Followed by a “mama !” and you raise your head and...Oh boy. 

Crisis avoided. 

Your son hadn’t been abducted or anything. Nope. 

Your son was a meta-human. 

Damn. 

Here he was, his blanket still around him, flying above you and your dear wife. Giggling loudly, clapping his hand and doing flips in the air, cheerfully saying “mama” as he pointed at you and Diana. 

You can almost hear Diana’s heart calm down as she quickly flies to the ceiling and grabs your son. She holds him tight against her heart as she goes down and..is it a disappointed sigh he lets out ? Yes, it’s definitely a disappointed sigh ! He wanted to fly more ! 

He’s pouting now, pointing at the ceiling and saying “up up”. But your wife’s look stops him. Calms him.

It is full of worries. Full of uncertainty. And even a one year old boy understands that something is “up” indeed. He stops and looks curiously at his distressed mother, grabbing her cheek and rubbing it tenderly in the hope to see her smile and...it works. It always works. 

Diana turns to you with tears in her eyes and...You understand. 

Why ? What happened ? He didn’t even have one drop of blood from Diana. He was from an unknown sperm donor and you. He shouldn’t be a meta-human...And yet. Yet here he was, a one year old boy flying. 

You never knew why. Bruce made thousands of tests on him but...he never really found a reason. Maybe it was the time he resurrected you, long ago, with a Lazarus pit ? Maybe it left something in you ? You’d never have an answer. 

All you knew was that your baby was a meta-human, and that would make it even more difficult to keep him away from “the fight”. 

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From that point, everything kinda went downhill. 

You and Diana tried. Really REALLY tried. 

You and Diana tried to keep him away from any danger for a long time. Early on, Thomas understood that he was different, and that his powers (a super force and flying...just like his mom really, which was strange) had to stay a secret. 

Diana helped him control it and...he was good at it. Hell, great. And oh so smart (that he took after you, according to your wife). 

He was the perfect mix between a Wayne and a Prince. Intelligent and strong. Observant and caring. Passionate and compassionate. Every good things about both your family ? He had. 

Unfortunately, it also meant that he was twice as stubborn than any of you and...Well, imagine someone more stubborn than Bruce, you, Diana, or even Jason or Damian ? He was the stubbornest person ever. 

To her great displeasure, Thomas actually resembled a lot Diana in his personality. He had that way about him, that need to...Do things he thought were right. Which meant that in many situations, you and your wife were like “Thomas no”, and he would be like : “Thomas yes”. 

He had that bad habit of doing things he wanted to do. It’s not that he didn’t listen to you, oh no, on the contrary, he was terrified of you and the way you’d scold him with such a calm voice. He was very respectful and polite too and wouldn’t do something that was bratty or anything but...He was also a free spirit. 

One that couldn’t stay away from helping people. 

You realized that very early on. 

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Thomas was five when he discovered that his beloved uncle and cousins were the famed night vigilante of Gotham. 

He found out by wandering around Wayne Manor one day, a day you all had a family lunch. It’s Diana who noticed his absence first. 

-(Y/N), where is our child ? 

A search party was immediately put on. All of you knew Thomas had an unhealthy amount of curiosity that already got him in trouble a few times.  

It’s only when alarms started to ring in your brother’s pocket that you finally found him...Somehow, he had found the secret passage behind the grandmother clock in the hallway, and infiltrated the Batcave. 

-WOOOOOW ! YOU’RE THE BATMAN !! 

Is what he yelled as he ran toward his uncle. Automatically, Bruce caught him in his arms and looked at you...and oh you weren’t happy. 

Of course, it wasn’t your brother’s fault but...those days of you wishing your son would never have the kind of life you, your brother, your nephews and wife had were now annihilated. 

Now that Thomas knew the uncle he already admired so much was the Batman, and that his cousins were Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin and Robin ? He was doomed to become one of them. 

Why was he doomed ? Because even though he was just five years old, Thomas already thought that his “abilities” should be useful, and not always hidden. Even though he was just a five year old, he already had this gut feeling that there was something bigger out there ! 

Quickly, connections were made in his mind and he understood as well that his mothers were some of his actual heroes too ! Wonder Woman and (your Superhero name) ! THE GREATEST EVER ! 

You damned the day that someone gave your son such a big intelligence. The day someone decided that he’d be a genius, just like his mom and uncle...

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The “peace” was longer than you’d thought though. 

Diana was still teaching Thomas how to use his powers, you were teaching him the things your brother taught you so many years ago (how to fight, how to observe, how to fight while observing and vice versa !). He often met with his cousins and uncle and, strangely, didn’t argue too much when they told him to stay behind, to go to bed, when they’d go and save Gotham. 

But you knew better. The only reason why your son didn’t argue is because he knew he wasn’t ready. That boy was too smart for his own good, and if he thought he could genuinely help and not be a burden, he would have been in Gotham City’s street long ago (or in Washington DC, which is where you and Diana settled in). 

But much like you and Bruce, he always planned things carefully, and he knew that now was not his time yet...

His tenth birthday arrived and the most he did was fighting against his cousins “for real”. His tenth birthday arrived and, fortunately, he wasn’t a “superhero” yet. But you could see one day he would be. 

You could see it in his eyes. The way he studied every move from you, Diana, Bruce, Tim, Jason, Dick, Damian...The way he visibly “stored” everything in his mind and all. He would be, but not now. Now wasn’t his time yet. 

***********

“His time” came when he was twelve and a half. 

It was just a regular day in Gotham really. You, Bruce and Thomas were walking down a calm street, on your way to meet with the rest of your family (your nephews were all grown up now, and gathering them all together was always quite difficult...and your wife only arrived in Gotham a few minutes ago. You were in vacation at your brother’s, while she still had to work at the museum in DC). 

Yes. It was just a regular day in Gotham. 

It’s like trouble followed you really. Screams. That’s what caught your attention. 

It was near your lunch date and when you arrived on the spot (already in costume of course), you weren’t surprised at all to find your nephews and wife already fighting. You tell Thomas to “stay put” as you and Bruce jump in the fight. 

Just some regular thugs attacking someone. 

You guys, having fun punching low life criminals, taking this lightly (after all, you were some of the most powerful and mightiest superheroes on the planet, what could some thugs could really do to you ?), almost laughing in their face but...There was one you didn’t notice. 

It wasn’t your fault you didn’t though. You got distracted. By both the fun you were having and Diana’s question. 

“Where is your child ?” she asked, and when you looked where you told Thomas to stay put to find the place empty, your heart drop. 

And so you didn’t notice one of the thugs. 

One lurking in the shadow. 

One with a gun. 

None of you have time to react when the shot is fired. Directly aimed at you. 

Bruce’s scream is desperate. Diana’s is even worst. And you close your eyes, ready for your fate. You know you don’t have time to get out of the trajectory. Besides, ever since your parents’ death...gun shots always have this freezing effect on you, reminding you too much of that dreadful night, even though you remember very little of it and...

It takes too long. Why aren’t you dead yet ? Or maybe you are and you don’t feel it ? You open one eye. Then the other and...Thomas.

Your son. 

He’s in front of you and...something falls from his hand. 

The bullet ? Your baby boy can stop bullets with his bare hand ? 

In the matter of seconds the remaining thugs are taken down by your son, who jumps from man to man expertly, getting rid of them without actually really hurting them. 

Finally, he turns to you and takes off the hood of his jacket (smart boy thought about hiding his identity...probably, even those thugs heard about the famous “Thomas Prince-Wayne”, one of the heir of the Wayne fortune). 

He stands in front of all of you, your stunned ass just staring. 

Until a surge of anger rises inside you. The worries you had a few minutes ago turn into anger and you approach your son, grabbing his shoulders and, with your harshest and yet calmest voice (the one that always gets to him and made him brush his teeth vigorously as a kid, when he didn’t want you and you “convinced him to), you say : 

-Thomas Steven Prince-Wayne ! What didn’t you understand in the words “stay put” ?

He looks at you smugly (and you can almost see a younger version of your brother...the Wayne genes were strong, after all, you looked a lot like Bruce and your son was half-Wayne and..oh he definitely took almost everything from your parts of your family, and nothing from that unknown sperm donor. Good. But still, his smug face right now was exactly the one you hated, that your brother made when he won at something when you two were younger). He says : 

-Oh I understood everything mom, it’s just...I didn’t wanna stay put. Or rather, I couldn't. That guy was going to hurt you ! 

-This is not a reason to put your life in danger and...

-This is the best reason to put my life in danger ! I saved you mom ! And I would do it again if I had to ! Sure I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop the bullet but...I’ve been practicing secretly with Damian and...oh don’t look at me like that my cousin, they would have found out one day or another, and if i’m going to be in trouble, then so will you !...Anyway I was saying, I just had to try ! I couldn’t watch you die mom ! I need you ok ? And...I’m ready. I’m ready mom. I am. I want to be like you guys. I want to help. I have to help. Please, let me help. Let me save people’s mother. Please. Just, let me. Uncle Bru...uh, I mean, Batman, tell her please ! Convince her, I know you agree with me ! 

You know how he’s feeling, and you know that if, years ago, you would have had the ability to stop bullets, you would have gladly jumped in front of your parents and...you can’t really resist can you ?

His pleading look goes between you and Diana and...You  know that’s it. You know you can’t convince him otherwise. Forbid him to go out, and he’ll sneak out without your permission. 

The best thing to do really, is to tell him : “yes”. To let him help. Because like that, you’ll always have an eye on him. At all time. Or...So you thought. 

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So you thought, because “where is our child ?” was one of the sentence you pronounced the most. 

“Where is our child ?” He’s fighting the biggest and baddest villain on his own, because he’s too reckless, just like his moms. 

“Where is our child ?” He’s at his uncle’s house, training with his cousins. He left a note...

“Where is our child ?” At a charity gala, gaining intels on a suspicious person, he stole one of Dick’s suit. 

“Where is our child ?” hiding behind the sofa, because he doesn’t wanna do the dishes. 

“Where is our child ?” at the League’s watchtower, being formerly introduced by Damian...Oh shit, you were going to be late ! 

“Where is our child ?” flying to the stratosphere and back, just for fun, and to blow off some steam. 

“Where is our child ?” he’s making out with his date, right on the front porch. And it’s past his curfew. 

“Where is our child ?” in the middle of the battlefield, putting his life in danger to save others. 

“Where is our child ?” right there, between you and Diana, in your bed...he was afraid of the thunderstorm. 

“Where is our child ?” Thomas is in the hospital, fighting against death, after he got badly injured while doing superhero stuffs...

“Where is our child ?” he just escaped his bedroom, where you and Diana were forcing him to stay until he recovered from his injuries...Damian helped him, picked him up in the batjet, and now, they’re “purifying” Gotham’s street. 

“Where is our child ?” Grounded. In his room. Pouting. 

“Where is our child ?” ...He’s everywhere, he’s nowhere, all the time. Thomas Steven Prince-Wayne cannot stay still. He cannot ignore a cry for help. He cannot...He cannot not be like you and Diana. 

A hero. 

Someone people admired, someone people needed. 

But there were times, oh there were times where he was just your boy. Cuddling up with you on the couch, watching silly movies. Or bonding with his uncle and cousins. Enjoying his family. 

There were times where he remembered what you told him years ago : to live his life. 

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The present : 

“Where is our child ?” was a sentence that occurred way to many time in the Prince-Wayne household. 

Like now. As the League just saved the world once again. 

You thought Thomas was with your brother, but here Bruce was, with all his sons, standing in front of you, and trying to avoid your gaze. You had just asked Tim, one of your nephew, where was your boy (that wasn’t a boy anymore) and you knew he was about to crack under your intense look when...

-Relax, I’m here mom. 

Hearing his voice instantly relaxes you and you turn around to look at your baby bo...No. He’s not a baby anymore. 

And right here, right now, faced with him, in his costume, all grown up...You know he’ll never be your baby again. 

His chiseled face is dirty from the fight, and he has a nasty cut on his shoulder...but it doesn’t seem to bother him as he walks toward you in all his glory, wearing his newly made superhero suit (he kept the family colors...red and black). And you can’t help but see the Wayne in him. Tall. Broad. Muscular. Proud. Caring. But also the Prince. Royal. Elegant. Impressive. A warrior. The best of his time. 

And he’s not your baby anymore. 

-I told them to come and find you to tell you not to worry. But I can see by your face Damian is the one who talked first...

Damian makes a very cute pouty face (that is quite hilarious to see...it’s just like the face he used to make when he was just a ten year old kid...except that now, he’s almost thirty). 

Thomas doesn’t let you or Diana answer as he says : 

-I was just checking around to make sure all threats were gone. Uncle Bruce said it was fine but..Well, I’d rather be 100% sure. No offense Uncle Bruce. 

-None taken my boy. Better be safe than sorry. 

-Exactly. That’s what you taught me. 

The fond smile your brother gives your son melts your heart but...You put your “mother cowl” back on and turns to your son, frowning. But Diana beats you to it : 

-Thomas Steven Prince-Wayne. 

It became a habit of your and of your wife, to call him by his full name before scolding or lecturing him. And you can see his eye rolling as if on their own accord, your son too used to it to resist. Your wife continues : 

-I thought that we agreed, all those years ago, that if the fight seemed desperate, you’d fly the other way. 

-I don’t remember ever agreeing to that...I remember you guys forcing me to...

-You signed the contract Tom. 

-Not willingly.

-You still signed it. If your uncle taught you anything about business, it’s the unbreakable sacred thing that a contract is ! 

Thomas rolls his eyes again, and shifts on his feet, ready to just listen to his mom’s lecture without intervening again. He turns his attention to her and cross his arm, just like you do when you’re focused on something. Diana keeps going :

-Thomas. You need to be careful. I can’t loose you. We can’t loose you.I know you’re not a child anymore, but your our child. We’ll never stop worrying and...just be more careful. Stop throwing yourself in the path of danger. 

Your son seems surprised...it’s true that, usually, his mom’s lectures are way longer. But now..it looks like she’s already done ? Is it his turn to say something ? Should he defends himself, even though he noticed the crack in his mom’s voice that he so rarely heard ? That sign that this all situation hit her more than anything ? No, he has to explain to her why he did it : 

-I had to save Superman. He’s too important and...

You have to intervene : 

-YOU’RE TOO IMPORTANT FOR GOD’S SAKE ! 

Thomas is shocked. As are the rest of your family. It’s the first time they hear you raise your voice...Usually, when you’re angry, you have that very calm toned that is terrifying and..They’re just not used to you yelling. And you add : 

-Your mother is right Thomas, we can’t loose you ok ?! I already lost so much in my life, I couldn’t handle your loss and...Listen. I’m so proud of you for what you became, I know you’re not my baby anymore but...stop...stop throwing yourself right in the mouth of the lion...stop thinking you owe anything to the World because you’re a meta-human, stop...Just...stop please...

Your son isn’t sure how to react. Lectures and scolding ? He can definitely deal with it but...his mother breaking down ? His mother that he thought invincible on the verge of crying ? Holding tightly onto his other mom’s arms as if she needs her to stay on her feet ? That, he never encountered...And so he approaches her slowly, his cape flowing in the air making him look majestic. 

He doesn’t expect you to fall into his arms, nor does he expect Diana to do the same and..When his eyes crosses his uncle, he suddenly understands. 

Yes. Yes it had been close. Very close. He almost died. Without a goodbye. He almost...disappeared forever, and he wouldn’t even had had the time to see his moms again. 

He remembers how the World turned into a mess of dust and blood, how everything surrounding his mothers were just orange fumes from the fight, from making the earth move so much. He remembers Diana running towards him desperately, and the look on her face, so scared for him...He remembers you from afar, running too, and he was glad he couldn’t see your facial expression. He remembers his uncle Bruce almost dying because he was distracted by Thomas being in grave anger. He remembers Damian jumping above the fight to come and join him, though he knew he’d be too late. He remembers Dick yelling something to the Flash, and only now understood that he was yelling at him to go save his baby cousin. He remembers Jason aiming to shoot at the one who was threatening Superman and his life, but knowing he would be too late too, not fast enough. He remembers Tim freezing, an expression of horror on his face... 

The reality of what almost happened downs on him like a tornado. So far, he was in the eye of it, calm, not realizing that he almost got annihilated. So far, all he thought about was how he saved the great Superman from an imminent death threat. He didn’t think of the consequences...but now ? He was swept away by the power of the tornado, swirled violently around by it, and understanding that he almost broke the heart of the people that counted the most for him. 

His moms. 

His uncle. 

His cousins. Hell, even Damian looks quite shaken. 

So this is why they didn’t want to come with him to “check” if there were any remnant of threat (they weren’t for sure, he just wanted to double check because that’s what Bruce taught him). He found it a bit odd at first but...they just needed time alone to process everything. They needed to calm down. 

Thomas almost died, and his death would have shattered the entire family...This is why he found his moms cuddling so close. They just needed each others comfort. Their son was still alive, somewhere with his uncle and cousins (and with whom would they trust him more to hang out with ? You knew that with Bruce, Thomas would always be safe). They needed to come down from their feelings. To process things. 

They almost lost their son. For real this time. He did put himself in danger before, but it was always by a long shot. While there ? He almost died. 

And Thomas cursed himself for understanding all that only now, as his moms were clutching at him. Thomas cursed himself for his stubborness and insensitivity. Cursed himself for only thinking about him and what he wanted...

He hugged them back. And made a himself a promise. 

He wasn’t a child anymore.

It was time to stop acting like one. 

It was time to be responsible, and to truly think more. Just like his mom and uncle Bruce taught him. 

It was time to stop with the poor impulse control. 

He wasn’t a child anymore. He had to grow up, and to stop acting so fast. He couldn’t always help it, after all, he was a lot like his mom, Diana. But it was time...Time to grow up. To truly grow up. 

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Laying in bed besides her, your legs tangled with hers, her hands in your hair, yours around her waist, her face nuzzled in your beautiful locks...You take a deep breath. And you can feel her smile. 

It’s early. Oh so early. But you both have to get up, lots of things to do. 

But neither of you want to. 

Diana kisses the crown of your head lovingly and your arms tighten around her. None of you want to stand up. To face reality. 

It’s not your jobs, or obligations or such that make you not wanna stand up. But the fact that...Your boy is gone. 

Well, that’s ominous sounding. Your boy moved out would be better. 

Yesterday. He moved out to his own apartment. In Gotham at that. It wasn’t that far but...still. 

But you have to get up. And, lazily, you do. You both sit on your side of the bed, one hand still in each others, fingers locked. But you have to let go as you two stand up. Only for a moment though, as Diana is back at your side in no time, her arms around your shoulders, yours around her waist, as you walk toward the kitchen. 

Thomas always thought it was cute and funny, how you wouldn’t let go of each other until you both got your first cup of coffee...The thought of your son makes your heart tighten. 

It’s the end of an era. Your boy is all grown up. 

“Where is our child ?” was going to slowly disappear (which wasn’t that bad really), as he was on living his own life and...Here. 

Your child was here. Flying behind the kitchen window. In his superhero costume. Holding a bag. 

You open the window and he comes in, explaining that he was just dropping bad and that he brought coffee and donuts and...You smile. 

But of course. 

It’s not because he wasn’t a child anymore, that he would stop being your child.

He would always come back to you, and you and Diana would always worry about him. From day one you worried. Hell, Diana even worried before he was born (oh remembering your doctors appointment was something...it was funny now, but at the moment, you would have killed her). 

He wasn’t a child anymore, but he was your child, forever. 

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This is a complete mess. It doesn’t make sense, it’s too fast and too slow at the same time. Sorry I made you wait so long for such a shitty story yo...I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately, I have such difficulties to write decent stories and uh. Just sorry. I tried...Might delete (for real this time) because this is a huge fail. 

[cristinasprettylittletheories]

In The Eye Abides The HeArt

FINALLY a great PLL episode. I have so many thoughts and theories about this one! 

Make sure to enable pictures, they are critical to the theories. It gets better the further you read!!! Enjoy!

TWIN CLUES 

I’ve said it many times, but I would really hate if there was twin reveal. This was the case with Courtney DiLaurentis in the book version, and its been done with Jessica and Mary DiLaurentis. It would be a cop-out to do it again, so i sincerely hope it doesn’t happen; but lets explore all the twin hints in this episode, because there were so many.

ARIA- The first time AD FaceTimed Aria, it was just a hooded figure with a black face, but in this episode it was what looked to be Aria’s facial features on Paige’s face. Weird and off-putting

SPENCER- Everyone is thinking and writing about this- but the Spencer we see at the airport with Wren was acting very suspicious. She also is not wearing the white jacket or watch she had on in the previous scene, nor is it draped over her chair. There are also girls wearing matching shirts in the background.

BUT I THINK THE FOLLOWING WAS THE BIGGEST TWIN CLUE OF THE EPISODE:

ALISON- Alison says something VERY interesting when Paige asked her if she loved Emily. Ali says this about Emily, “She looks at you and sees who you really are. Maybe that’s the scariest part-You want to be who she sees.”  The second she says this all I could think was WHAT IF IT IS SO SCARY BECAUSE YOU AREN’T THE REAL ALI BUT HER TWIN?! If this Alison that we have been seeing is in fact -lets call her Courtney- then maybe she is feeling remorseful because Emily has been so in love with Alison for so many years, and Courtney wishes she REALLY was Alison. Courtney has taken over Ali’s life but deep down she knows she isnt the real Alison DiLarentis. The title of this episode was “In The Eye Abides The Heart,” which could also connect to this theory. Emily is in love with Alison, and always has been. The person she is seeing now-looks like Alison, but it is really Courtney. But Emily doesn’t know this and believes its Ali because they are identical. Her EYES see who she believes is Alison, which causes her HEART to love her (even though its Courtney). IN THE EYE ABIDES THE HEART.

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EMILY’S BABY

I think the biggest reveal of this episode was that Archer Dunhill is not the father of Emily’s baby. So who is it???

Charlotte- I am STILL holding out hope that CeCe is not the real Charles, but if she is, what if it was her sperm that she had frozen from before her sex change? She had her boyfriend Archer pretend to be a doctor, and had her cousin Alison implanted with Emily’s eggs and her own sperm. Her cousin gives birth to her baby as a surrogate- this would be the only way she could have a baby now because of her surgery. Even if she is dead now- Archer decided to continue with the plan even after her death so she could “live on.” Confusing and crazy but definitely possible in Rosewood.

AD- I have been praying that AD is male, so maybe it is AD’s sperm. Why? Maybe AD is impotent, which is common for sociopaths and people who have severe mental illnesses. If AD is a relative of Alison, he is having his sister give birth to his child, using Emily’s eggs (not Alison’s eggs because of incest). It’s also a way to psychologically torture Emily&Ali as well- which he loves doing.

Anonymous [Sperm] Donor (which is an AD anagram)- I also think it’s possible that Alison is still the manipulative bitch she has always been and stole Emily’s eggs and had someone implant them in her with a random sperm donor, as a way to bond her and Emily for life and get Paige out of the picture once and for all. 

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CAMP FOR TROUBLED BOYS

So now we know that Lucas and Charles go WAY BACK. They attended the same camp together for troubled boys where Pastor Ted worked as a counselor since he is Charles’ father.

Remember how Alison used to call Lucas “Hermie,” and say that he had both girl and guy parts? Sometimes babies are born with both male and female sex organs. What if Lucas was sent to this camp because he really is a hermaphrodite. (I just want to say as a side note that Marlene has not done a good job of portraying these sensitive subjects before (Charles as transgender and Emily as a lesbian) so I hope if they go this route it is done in a respectful and tasteful way)

What if Lucas is Bethany Young??? Maybe that is his female persona. 

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COMIC BOOK

The A is very pronounced in Lucas’ signature.

Lucas and Charles wrote and illustrated a comic book. I LOVED this reveal; it was CRAZY and really cool.

Emily & Hanna summarize the comic book: “The hero is this boy who gets picked on by other kids and by his own family. He meets this alien woman in the woods and she becomes his protector. Shes this all powerful shape-shifter that helps get revenge for the boy- by torturing his enemies. And sometimes the boy turns into Arcturus, so he can experience the payback she gets for him.”

There is a heavy metal band which goes by Arcturus. In 1997 they released “Master of Disguise” and in 2015 they released a song titled “Game Over”. (PLL.wikia) 

Charles used elements of the comic book in the Dollhouse:

This obviously proves that Lucas is part of the A Team, and has been since (probably) the very beginning. But I dont think he is or has ever been Head A or AD.

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CLARK KENT 

In comic books there is always a superhero and an alter ego. 

Batman is Bruce Wayne. Spider-Man is Peter Parker. When that character wakes up in the morning, he’s Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. 

Superman didn’t become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he’s Superman. 

His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red “S”, that’s the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears - the glasses, the business suit - that’s the costume Superman wears to blend in with us.

Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent? He’s weak… he’s unsure of himself… he’s a coward. Clark Kent is Superman’s critique on the whole human race. (kill bill)

Look at how similar the boys comic book cover is to Superman’s comic book cover: 

They both have a yellow background and red lettering.

They both wear a RED CAPE. Which is quite obviously a RED COAT parallel. Maybe this is AD’s homage to his comic book- putting his female A team members in a RED COAT, since his comic book protector wore a RED CAPE.

Now….who wears GLASSES? 

Is TOBY our Clark Kent???? Is Toby AD?!

Remember the scene a few episodes back when Spencer visits Toby in the hospital (Remember AD forced her to go. Which makes a lot of sense if Toby is AD) Toby says: “Maybe this town needs to disappear before we can leave”

Maybe that is Toby’s goal. If Toby is AD, maybe he needs to destroy everyone in Rosewood before he can move on with his life.

Then Spencer says, “You should probably try PUTTING ON YOUR GLASSES”

I wrote about this in a previous post but- Spencer says “We beat on, boats against the current.” Which is a quote from The Great Gatsby, and the “all seeing eye” billboard is the most famous imagery and symbolism from that book. 

The title of the episode is “IN THE EYE ABIDES THE HEART.”

When Mona is studying the Board Game, she says that it was LOVINGLY HANDMADE with levers and pulleys. Its NOT a computer, its a construction project. Toby built the Game Board and the Dollhouse. 

I think its seriously possible that Toby is our Clark Kent…sees himself as Superman. He is AD, Lucas & Charles' avenger.