#stephanie brown: 001

[from-starbolts]

@cluebustersteph

Koriand'r spotted Steph over by the refreshments table and sighed with relief. She had been wandering around for the last ten minutes, making polite conversation and dodging older men who looked at her chest more than her face. Kori was familiar with Steph in the way that most heroes knew each other--through patrols. She always had a soft spot for the blonde; it wasn't easy to be the child of a villain. Kori's father wasn't a villain to some, but selling her to the Citadel when she was a child made him a villain in her story. "Stephanie," Koriand'r said brightly in way of greeting. "I hope you are having a better time than I am."

[undertheelectricstarspodcast]

More than one threat looms over Cair Mallplex: the raging dust storm and the huge shadow of Elizabeth Haven snuff out the last of the wan light. And there’s no escaping the specters of the past that have arrived. Featuring a one-off nickname, a mystery solved, and a question of what it means to be human.

[saltineofswing]

ANOTHER EARTH, FILE 001 – BATMAN

Circa 1996-2003 – ‘BRUCE WAYNE’S TERRIBLE HORRIBLE NO-GOOD VERY BAD DECADE’

The turn of the century is bad for everybody in a world where there’s a new catastrophe every week, but for Batman especially, this is a rough stretch. To this point, all of the despotic alien dictators and insane transdimensional imps have been haranguing Superman, up the coast in Metropolis, But in 1996, the Thanagarian Invasion of Earth occurs, and the Justice League is shaken to is very core. In 1997, Grayson trades up to Nightwing, and Bruce takes on a new Robin, the young Jason Todd, who is definitely going to be fine don’t worry about it. 

This'un is a doozy, truly comic-tier explanation below the cut.

In 1998, shit hits the fan for Batman specifically. Surprise! The Joker kills Jason Todd while perpetrating a scheme outside of the US, right as Bruce and Jason are on the cusp of truly bonding as father and son. A couple months later, the Joker reappears in Gotham and cripples Barbara Gordon, then-Batgirl and also the daughter of Commissioner James Gordon, one of Batman’s staunchest allies. The Joker’s sudden and somewhat inexplicable slide from dangerous, but goofy, crime gimmicks into genuine stochastic terrorism sets off a chain reaction amongst Gotham’s gallery of rogues. In 1999, at around the one-year-mark of Jason’s death, Tim Drake convinces Bruce to accept him as the new Robin after reverse-engineering Batman’s secret identity.

And in 2000, a new and dangerous foe emerges to challenge Batman, self-styled as Batman’s greatest foe – his bane, if you will. It’s Bane. And Bane breaks the bat. During Bruce’s recovery period, he selects Azrael to fill in for him. Azrael, as an unstable zealot at the best of times, ultimately defeats Bane but also does real damage to Bruce’s personal sphere; between the death of Robin II and Bruce choosing to keep his infirmity a secret from his coworkers in the Justice League and subsequent confusion around just who was in the bat-suit during this period, Batman’s reputation takes a substantial black eye at every level, and Bruce starts to cut himself off from friends and family. 

In 2002, a massive earthquake hits the United States’ eastern seaboard, with the epicenter just barely offshore of Gotham City. The city is plunged into absolute chaos due to extreme structural damage to a huge portion of Gotham’s downtown area; the island on which most of the city is built is cut off from the mainland, and the federal government evacuates about 75% of Gotham’s civilian population. The remaining 25% of civilians are basically left to die, as the government declares Gotham City a federal No-Man’s Land, locking down its border. Warring supervillain factions and desperate militarized police forces are eventually brought to heel… by Bane, who takes over Gotham in the confusion. 

Bruce returns to Gotham with Catwoman and finally defeats Bane personally, bringing an expanded Bat-Family to bear and restoring his public image. He also internalizes, finally, the value of relying on other people. He takes a liking to the new Batgirl who emerges during this trial, Cassandra Cain, and formally establishes ties to Stephanie Brown (briefly Robin, currently Spoiler). Simultaneously, Lex Luthor leverages a metric fuck-ton of political influence to get Gotham’s borders reopened, using the positive publicity to get a pardon of past crimes from the President and undetake a Senatorial campaign. 

The suit reflects how utterly fucked Batman’s life is during this period of time. Battered, frayed, with armor plating literally strapped on where old pieces have been damaged or torn off. The tech boom resulting from the Thanagarian Invasion has begun to hit every layer of civilian life at this point, which means villains are starting to get more and crazier gadgets and Batman is forced to keep up. Stylistically it takes inspiration from late-80s/early-90s Batman suits; it’s also the debut of my solution to the costume boyshorts ‘problem’ (I don’t necessarily think it’s a problem, mind you) – Thigh highs!

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Circa 1990

Circa 1992

Circa 2003-2007

Circa 2008+

[rxdshood-a]

the ghost of you // self para

WHO: Jason Todd & Stephanie Brown. Mentions of Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Ra’s al Ghul, Tim Drake.

WORD COUNT: 3159 words. 

LOCATION: Wayne Manor.

GENERAL NOTES: Jason comes to visit Steph finally at the manor. Steph tells him what she knows. A self para with a sprinkling of technically self-interaction! Jason angsts. We all cry.

WARNINGS: Mentions of past death, injuries, anxiety, past trauma, violence, blood.

Jason hated being in the manor more than anything. There were too many ghosts. Too many foggy memories that made his chest tighten with a storm of emotions that he didn’t want to name. It loomed over him like it did back when he was a foot shorter and daunted by the fact that Bruce could change his mind at any moment. Even older and taller than he was back then it still feels daunting, the anxiety was already threatening to make him turn tail and run, but he had to do this. If not for Steph herself, but Tim.

The mere thought of Tim made Jason grimace, like poking at a sleeping bear with a stick his anger was reignited with a fury. The green that always lingered in the back of his mind seemed to perk up, circling like a shark. He had to take a few even deep breaths, fingers curled up into two tight fists before he could feel the anger and green smoke recede back. The combination of his unresolved anger at his brother’s disappearance and the anxiety and bad blood the manor brought was likely a disaster waiting to happen. Regardless, Jason trucked on. He had to. He would.

Opening the door to the manor Jason surveyed the long, seemingly quiet hallways. It was like getting slapped in the face with nostalgia. Half memories he could somewhat recall. There were some happy ones, like trying on the Robin suit for the first time. Him jumping out from behind the batcomputer and scaring Alfred, laughing in utter excitement and claiming it was the best day of his life. The nights he would sit in the kitchen and read while eating whatever cookies Alfred had made. The feeling of finally belonging. There were bad memories too. Screaming matches with Bruce, too many ‘I’m not Dick!’s thrown around. Too many plans made with Dick that were left abandoned, Jason hoping and staying too close to the phone only to be met with silence. Lashing out at Dick as he reached the end of his very short line of patience with him, going as far to break formation in their sparring session to bite the older Robin’s arm.

Dick still had a scar on his arm from the incident. 

The anxiety stayed a constant presence, each step up the long manor stairs feeling all too dread inducing. The silence in the manor was something that Jason hated more than anything, even as a kid. It was so big and so quiet. The silence was always broken anytime Dick actually visited, whether it was broken by his squabbles with Bruce, or the pair of them actually laughing and enjoying video games or movies together. Other than that the silence was broken by him, making his presence bigger and louder. Constantly he was yelling, being reprimanded by the butler for shouting at inappropriate times, the laughter whenever he and Alfred would cook dinner together. If he didn’t make extra noise then Jason would drown in the silence, the cold the silence brought as the cavern between him and Bruce grew and grew, all before he even had died and it had become a grand canyon between them. 

It was just one foot after the other. Simple, right? Wrong. 

Each step brought ghosts, memories he didn’t want. Flickers of memories that haunted the man every time something triggered it. Passing the library, days and nights spent in there, reading all he could and perking up anytime Bruce entered, giving him a book suggestion. The time spent there together, reading in silence and feeling the smile that would play at his lips as he did, constantly aware of the man’s presence. It was their own form of bonding, it didn’t leave Jason no matter how hard he tried to forget it. The hope it gave him that led him to believe he actually could have a father. A family.

A shudder wracked through Jason’s body and he pushed forward, trying not to linger outside the library. A closed, all too familiar door, had him stopping in his tracks once more. His stomach lurched as he found his feet bringing him to the door, hand laying flat against the cool wood and staring at the doorknob like it’d open itself. 

His room. His old bedroom. If it wasn’t locked, Jason was sure that if he opened up that door it would be just how he had left it before it all. His clothes all folded and tucked away in the wardrobe drawers. His textbook lay on the desk collecting dust. The mere thought had Jason grimacing and staggering back, immediately looking away. Ghosts. It was a thought that had made itself repeatedly known the moment he stepped onto the Wayne Manor grounds. There was a piece of this place that wouldn’t ever leave him, no matter how far he traveled. It’d always be a part of him, as much as he despised it. 

Jason knew what room Steph was in, had been lamenting on it, whether he wanted to even do this, but ultimately pushed through. It wasn’t hard to figure she’d be holed up in Tim’s room. It didn’t take the skills of a Robin to know that she’d be in his room. As far as he knew of, Steph hadn’t seen many people save for those in the manor currently. Refusing to see anyone, staying silent on the groupchat end. He didn’t blame her. This trauma was something Jason was entirely too familiar with. 

(The sound of maniacal cackling echoed in his head, phantom pains of bones breaking and sticky blood beneath his body caused Jason to shudder.)

It wasn’t something you could get over within a few days. Months even. She was grieving and processing trauma she endured all in one sitting. That could knock even the most trained bat kids on their ass. There’s only so much you can compartmentalize before it's all spilling over and you’re cracking and breaking at every seam. Maybe it comes out in anger like it did with Jason. Or maybe it came out in agonizing sadness. Whatever Jason was about to walk into, he was more than wary to see what state the Gotham girl was in. Scared that he may just see entirely too much of himself reflected back in her. 

Approaching the door, Jason hesitated in his approach. He didn’t like feeling like this, off balance. The manor did that to him, left him unstable and on shaky ground that never stopped moving underneath his feet. A heavy sigh left the man and he scowled, finally making a decision and moving forward, turning the doorknob in his hand and entering the bedroom. The sight of the evidence walls was what Jason registered first, entirely too amazed at how chaotic Tim’s brain seemed to work. He was constantly analyzing, thinking, moving. That was reflected in the evidence thrown up on his walls. Then his green eyes moved to the unmoving lump buried under the comforter on the former Robin’s bed, a tuft of blonde hair sticking out near the pillows. 

“Your footsteps don’t sound like Alfred. Too light to be Bruce’s, but too heavy to be Dick’s. So I can only assume it’s Jason.”

Steph’s voice startled Jason slightly, hand gripping the doorknob entirely too tight as he stared into the bedroom and hovered in the doorway. He didn’t know what to say. What do you say in these situations? You would think he’d be an expert on this, how to deal with trauma from torture and yet. 

“Look at you. You still got those Robin trained ears.” Jason’s voice sounded stilted against the silence of the room. 

“Not Robin anymore, or Batgirl. Or Spoiler even.”

Jason frowned at that, finally fully entering the room and shutting the door behind him quietly. He grabbed the desk chair at Tim’s unoccupied desk and sat down, wheeling it closer to the bedside but still staying a slight distance away to give her the space she may want. Her back was still to him, unmoving, not even shifting to look at him when he sat down. 

“What does that mean?”

A sharp sigh, irritation bleeding into the girl’s tone in an instant, “what do you think it means, Jason? I’m nothing. I’m hanging up the suit. I’m burning it, whatever I can do to get it away from me. What good am I as a vigilante, as some makeshift hero, if I can’t even save Tim?” The tremble was clear in her voice now, body seeming to follow suit in the way it was now shaking beneath the covers. “I was like a lamb sent to the slaughter. I made it so easy for them to get me and use me as a pawn so he could get to Tim. How am I supposed to believe I can help people like that? I let Tim get sent off to his death, Jason.”

Her words had Jason alarmed in an instant. Death? 

“Stephanie, you didn’t do anything. Ra’s al Ghul is one fucked up old ass man with a lot of experience and power at his fingertips. He would’ve done something, anything, to get to Tim one way or another, even if it meant not using you to get to him. You didn’t send him off to his death, I don’t—” Jason let out a harsh breath, running his hands through his hair and causing entirely too many strands to stick up every which way in a chaotic mess. “How would you have sent him off to his death? You didn’t do anything to cause that, Stephanie. We will find him. You know we won’t stop until we do.”

The silence grew, tension palpable in the air of the room and then finally, the lump that Jason had been talking to moved. Steph hissed and shifted to turn to look at him head on, tugging the blanket down and moving enough that she was propped up somewhat against the stack of pillows behind her. Jason took in the purple and yellowing bruises on her face, the bandage covering her cheek. The finger shaped bruises that were healing on her chin and neck were enough to cause his stomach to roll, a flare of anger igniting in his chest. There was a peak of a bandage from the collar of her sweater that was laid over her collarbone. Ra’s clearly did a number on her, it made Jason grimace. The poor kid. 

“He took him, Jason.” Steph started, swallowing hard and tears shining in her tired eyes. “He wanted him. He kept going on about his obsession with Tim, that he wanted him and that’s why he used me. That Tim would yield to him because—” a broken sob left Stephanie’s mouth and before Jason registered it, his calloused fingers closed around hers and squeezed, her smaller hand trembling in his. “—because he wanted to save me, a girl that he thought he could have even though...even though Ra’s had already ‘laid claim’. He’s with him, Jason. Wherever Ra’s is, that is where you’ll find Tim.”

She looked exhausted. The words having taken a toll on her already bruised and battered body. Jason’s mind was going fast, taking in all the information the girl had offered up to him. His hand squeezed her own and he swallowed hard. That was more information than any of them had. He could work with that. He could get Tim back, or try to at least. 

“He’ll expect you.” 

Stephanie’s words had Jason faltering, looking at her face with a furrowed brow, “what do you mean?”

“The bats. I’m sure he’ll expect us. We’re his family. Of course we’d go after him. We’re just some trained vigilantes he’s come up against before. He has his knowledge on us already, I have no doubts about that. So how do we get around that? How do we get an edge against, as much as I fucking loathe to admit, an incredibly intelligent man?” 

The thought posed a good question, Jason at a loss of an answer and merely shook his head, looking to Steph to see where she was going with this. 

“Would he be expecting powered individuals who care just as much for Tim as we do?” Steph finally asked and in a moment it clicked, Jason sitting up fully with wide eyes.

“You want to have his old team help save him.”

Steph nodded. It was a valid thought. It was the bare bones of a plan, an idea barely if he was honest. Despite the clear anguish and pain in the girl’s features there was a fire that burned in her eyes, one he recognized in his own gaze, in Tim’s. It came with the territory of being a Gotham kid, of seeing this city in all its ugly glory and still loving it with everything you had in you. No matter how many times it beat you down, unrelenting and merciless in the pain it dealt upon you, you still came back. You still called it home, nowhere would compare, no matter how hard you tried. It was different for those who weren’t born here, grew up in its grungy streets and was brought up in the belly of the beast. 

Sure, Dick grew up there to a degree, but he didn’t really get it. Not in Jason’s mind at least. Tim got it, of course he did. He was a Gotham boy, born and raised, but he and Steph understood it differently. They saw the streets, the ugly and violence that you had to wade your way through, trusting yourself before anyone else. Jason came out jaded, guarded and all too quick to throw out harsh and angry words to keep people at arm’s length. Steph on the other side of the coin was warm and loud, personality filling up a room in an instant to fill up the emptiness she felt and mistrust she quietly hid behind big smiles and sarcastic quips. That mistrust stayed with you, no matter how long you hadn’t been fighting your way through Gotham’s shady underworld. 

What also stayed with you was a fire that no matter how dim it got, stayed lit. Gotham could break your spirits, your bones, your everything, but you’d still come back kicking and screaming. All Gothamites did. That was the fire that Jason saw in Steph’s eyes, the determination that was attempting to trump the trauma and fear she clearly felt. Despite how much pain and emotional trauma she had been put through with her time spent at Ra’s hands, she was still determined to get Tim back. It was a sentiment that Jason could return.

The thought of being anywhere close to the man had shivers running up Jason’s spine. The thought that they both shared the pit rage and the effects of it made him sick. He never wanted anything in common with that man. To think that he could lash out in a similar way to the villain painted a grimace upon his face. There were nights he wondered if the old fuck ever agonized over it like he did. If he felt out of control when that green haze crept to the forefront of his brain and took over, painting everything an angry, ugly shade of green that made him go charging in like a bull. Probably not. Jason hated that part of him more than anything like he had been broken and put together wrong when he came back. There were jagged edges that stuck out still, cutting even those he cared for the most despite himself. 

Looking at Steph, Jason saw too much of himself. She was falling apart, doing her best to keep it together enough to tell him what she knew, the only way she thought she could help in her state. His fingers squeezed hers and his lips pulled up the faintest bit in a smile. He was never good at this part, being comforting. He wasn’t Dick who comfort seemed to come to all too easily. His comfort was stilted at best, unsure and awkward, afraid of saying the wrong thing. Even when he was Robin there were far too many times Dick had the right thing to say to quiet the fierce anger that raged inside of him. It was one reason he had looked up to the first Robin so much, he was just so good at everything he did while Jason felt like everything he touched turned rotten and crumbled beneath his fingertips. 

“Thank you for telling me, Steph.” 

Was that the right thing to say? Sometimes...sometimes Jason wished he could ask his brother for advice without the immediate urge to take it back, to lash out in unresolved anger he held towards the older man. 

“I know this is hard to talk about, that you’re having a hard time with this, but this will help. We’ll find him. You know we will.” Jason said firmly, the former Batgirl’s fingers trembling in his own and a tear rolling down her cheek.

“I hope so. God, I hope so.” Steph’s breath hitched and a sob fell from her lips, pulling her hand back in an instant to cover her face with both of them. 

“Hey, you did good. You did great, even. Come on, lay back down. You talked enough for one day.” Jason soothed, standing up and pushing the desk chair back to gently wrap his scarred fingers around Stephanie’s arms and squeezed. 

He eased her back down into a lying position, hating the way her sobs and hiccups tugged painfully at his heart. As much of a pain in the ass she was, Jason had grown fond of the girl who stuck around the bats and had heart eyes for the boy he once loathed for replacing him, now a little brother in his eyes. He pulled the blanket up over Steph’s trembling form and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. 

“You tell anyone I was this nice to you, I’ll kick your ass.”

A startled laugh left Steph, it obviously surprised both of them if her eyes widening a beat later was anything to go by. Jason’s lips pulled up into a wry smile and he patted her shoulder. 

“Get some rest, kid.”

Stepping back, Jason looked at the larger than life girl who now seemed entirely too small and reluctantly moved out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him. The silence in the manor halls weighed down on him. Jason had vital information now, but no plan. He hardly ever was the man with a plan, that was Tim, even Dick. Now he had to be that man to save his little brother and bring him back home. He had no idea how in the hell he was going to do that. 

[fkabatgirl]

who's the person you trust the most?

“unless he’s planning on faking his own death anytime soon, i’ll have to say timothy drake.” 

@tiimdrckes

[spoilemsteph]

Stephanie revered herself on the capacity of her upper body strength. So much, that climbing a high tower building to get to the roof was something that she could do in her sleep.

Well maybe not in her sleep but something close to it. Call this training or sheer stupidity-she was dangling two hundred feet in the air after all. After finding her footing, Stephanie swung herself up into a backwards somersault, and bent her legs to the proper angle and finally landed on the roof. She exhaled heavily and turned quickly to find Conner already there.

“Okay so act like my landing wasn’t as bad as it looked.” She grinned before strolling her way to him.  

“I could probably make it cleaner… don’t need the bad guys seeing me trip when I’m trying to catch them.” She gave him a look, arms crossed casually with a question fidgeting on her tongue, “you probably don’t need to do all those stupid tricks do you? Just one fell swoop ad BAM! Criminals pulverized.”

@mctropoliskid 

[brutalknight-archive]

(    jon    hamm.    fifty.    he/his.    cis    man.    )    are    you    a    vigilante   ?    something    tells    me    that    the    black    smear    of    a    candle    wick,    cutting    cigars,    and    rain    drying    on    concrete    make    you    who    you    are,    bruce    wayne.    with    the    powers    of    superhuman    strength,    intellect,    and    deduction,    you’re    sure    to    have    a    beguiling,    evasive    personality    —    and    you    definitely    belong    to    unaffiliated.    were    you    listening    to    stairway    to    heaven    by    led    zeppelin    on    your    way    to    the    subway   ?    it    suits    you.    we    can’t    wait    to    see    what    you    do    next   !

❝    all    men    have    limits.    they    learn    what    they     are    and    learn    not    to    exceed    them.     i    ignore    mine.    ❞    .   .   .    @reshieldedintro​

not    to    sound    like    a    pretentious    piece    of    garbage    buuuuut    ...    my    interpretation    of    bruce    will    be    exclusively    comics    based    with    slight    influence    from    various    animated    series’    and    video    game    spinoffs    (    mostly    for    suit    /    equipment    visualization    ).    no    synderverse,    absolutely    no    nolanverse    or    whatever    the    fuck    the    2022    movie    is.    above    all,    there    will    be    divergence    in    my    portrayal    because    *points    at    my    bruce    wayne    shrine*    i    KNOW    this    man.

another    note    about    my    interpretation    is    that    ...    bruce    is    old.    he’s    an    old    man.    he    can’t    be    batman    anymore    because    his    body    can’t    take    it.    his    mentality    struggles    to    let    this    go    (    understandable,    he’s    been    batman    for    decades    )    so    he’s    been    a    little    bit    of    a    bitch    about    it,    rip.    i    guess.  

character    name:    wayne,    bruce    thomas age:    fifty faceclaim:    jon    hamm voiceclaim:    jon    hamm skill    set:    tbd. affiliations:    justice    league.    batfamily.    batman    inc.    wayne    enterprises. family:    dick    grayson.    jason    todd.    tim    drake.    stephanie    brown.    damian    wayne.    tl:    prime    earth    batfam. zodiac:    aries wiki    link:   tbd.

 001.    what    were    they    doing    when    they    passed    through    the    portal   ?

 occupied    with    wayne    enterprise    and    it's    tumultuous    relationship    with    the    stock    market.    batman's    been    retired    to    the    batcave    as    an    assist    to    the    batfamily.

002.   where    are    they    living   ?    are    they    living    with    anyone    ?

 the    idea    that    alfred    transcends    space    and    time    is    a    character    trait    i    embrace.    he's    got    his    master    covered    with    a    lavish    penthouse    nested    neatly    in    the    upper    echelon    of    new    york    city.    the    batcave    only    a    few    miles    in    reach.

003.   why    is    your    character    affiliated    with    who    they’re    affiliated    with   ?

for    years    "the    batman"    worked    alone.    it    was    to    preserve    his    identity    and    because    his    initial    intentions    to    become    the    bat    were    rooted    in    his    own    motivations.    it    felt    wrong    to    join    a    team    during    the    early    years    of    his    "career"    but,    when    the    team    around    him    multiplied    it    was    a    great    motivator    for    him    to    become    a    founding    member    of    the    justice    league.    this    could've    never    been    done    without    the    assistance    from    alfred,    the    robins,    and    jim    gordon.    bruce    found    strength    in    numbers    and    solace    in    knowing    his    goal    and    moral    code    (    to    an    extent    )    was    shared    among    his    peers.

004.   who    are    their    major    friends,    allies,    and    foes    ?

 bruce's    childhood    friend,    harvey    dent    will    always    remain    his    true    best    friend.    the    guilt    bruce    carries    from    harvey's    transformation    into    two-face    plagues    him.    he    doesn't    have    many    friends    because    of    it.    he    considers    clark    kent    to    be    a    friend,    by    proxy.    everyone    else    around    him    are    probably    crisis    actors.    this    man    does    not    get    around    much.

005.    whose    hands    do    they    believe    the    country    should    be    in    ?

 his    curiosity    for    shield,    sword,    the    avengers,    etc    clutter    his    conscious.    without    knowing    much    about    them    or    this    world,    it's    difficult    for    him    to    pinpoint    an    answer.    but    let's    be    fair,    his    response    wouldn't    be    black    or    white    anyways.

006.    what’s    their    current    mental    state    at?    their    physical    state    ?

 this    man    is    pure    muscle.    with    a    large    frame    his    stature    is    intimidating.    he's    handsome,    in    the    gregory    peck    kind    of    way.    there's    a    sadness    to    him    that    the    expensive    suits    can't    conceal.    bruce's    physicality    is    a    conundrum.    sure,    he's    pure    muscle.    but    his    body    is    destroyed.    he    has    sustained    multiple    injuries    throughout    his    career    as    batman,    including    but    limited    to:    being    thrown    off    a    fucking    building    and    slamming    head    first    onto    the    concrete.    he's    developed    scoliosis,    arthritis,        spondylosis    (    from    bane    nearly    snapping    his    neck    ).    his    back    is    in    horrible    condition    and    is    the    main    factor    that    prevents    him    from    being    batman    full-time.    he    keeps    his    shape    by    eating    healthy,    exercise,    and    physical    therapy.

[elistra]

Location: Port Vale Library  When: Plot Drop 001 Status: @steph-anand

There was the ticking of a clock, muted at a distance. There was the sound of sporadic typing, then the occasional frantic turning of pages. There was the clinking sound of a coffee cup being set down, its contents having grown cold hours ago. And then there were the sounds Elistra was making. Wary sighs, the quiet tap of her fingers as she scrolled on her phone. There was a saying that humans used about horses and how they were able to bring them towards water, but how they couldn’t force them to drink. Elistra had a feeling she could relate to the humans who had come up with the phrase. She’d brought Steph food to keep her energy up-- cooked brown rice with a fried egg and sweet potatoes over top-- but so far hadn’t seen her eat even a little bit of it.  

It hadn’t been long since the discovery of the amulet had been made. Elistra still wasn’t sure what to make of it all. She’d never seen a mermaid princess’s jewel before, but something deep in her bones told her that had to be what it was. It would explain all the new faces in town, but why would it be around the mermaid statue’s neck? It was as if someone was trying to deliver a message, a message that the humans in town would have no context for. 

With another sigh from her spot at the adjacent table to where Steph was sitting, Elistra cleared her throat. “Oh, hey it says here in this article that frequent rest, food, and sleep actually help the human brain recognize patterns and make connections it otherwise wouldn’t have. Isn’t that interesting, Steph?” She looked at the woman buried in her laptop and several stacks of books. Elistra picked up a pen from the table and chucked it at Stephanie's arm. “Stephanie Anand, are you listening to me?”

[prodigalwing]

(  kento  yamazaki.  25.  he/they.  nonbinary.  )  are  you  a  HERO  ?  something  tells  me  that  loose  change  sitting  in  the  cupholder  of  your  car,  calloused  palms,  drinking  a  rootbeer  float  on  a  sunday  afternoon  make  you  who  you  are,  RICHARD  “DICK”  GRAYSON.  with  the  powers  of  ACROBATICS,  you’re  sure  to  have  a  steadfast,  obstinate  personality  —  and  you  definitely  belong  to  UNAFFILIATED.  were  you  listening  to  USO  by  SID  on  your  way  to  the  subway  ?  it  suits  you.  we  can’t  wait  to  see  what  you  do  next  !  (  @reshieldedintro  )

[   🐣   ]   𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚉𝙸𝙽𝙶   .  .  .   statistics.

━   𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:  richard  “dick”  grayson.

━   𝐀𝐆𝐄:  twenty  five.

━   𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌:    kento  yamazaki.

━   𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌:  in  a  perfect  world  daisuke  ono  but  alas,  kento  yamazaki.

━   𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐓:  acrobatics.  escapology.  peak  human  stamina.  superhuman  strength  /  agility.  master  combatant  /  weapons  specialist  /  detective.  genius  intellect.

━   𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:  batfam.  teen  titans.  young  justice.  birds  of  prey.

━   𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘:  bruce  wayne  (  adoptive  father  ).   tim  drake  /  jason  todd  /  damian  wayne  /  stephanie  brown  /  cassandra  cain (  adoptive  siblings  ).

━   𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂:  leo.

━   𝐖𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊:  here.  

(  note:  much  like  jim  my  interpretation  will  be  primarily  comic  based  with  some  inspiration  from  animated  programs  like  young  justice,  teen  titans,  etc.  i  have  not  seen  the  live  action  and  i  don’t  plan  to  lmao.  the  comics  i  will  be  focusing  on  tom  taylor’s  nightwing  series,  the  new  robins  series  (  the  shirtless  cover  one  lol  ),  and  the  webtoon  wayne  family  adventures  !!   )

[   🐣   ]   𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚉𝙸𝙽𝙶   .  .  .   questionnaire. 

 [   001.   ]   was  your  character  “blipped”  out  ?  if  so,  what  did  they  return  to  and  how  is  it  affecting  them  ?  if  not,  who  important  to  them  was  blipped  out,  and  what  has  it  felt  like  after  those  five  years  have  passed  ?  (  if  your  character  is  a  dc  muse:    what  were  they  doing  when  they  passed  through  the  portal  ?  )

dick  was  most  likely  trying  to  train  his  three-legged  puppy.  his  “hero-time”  has  been  preoccupied  with  his  “selfish”  desire  to  find  out  who  murdered  his  parents  all  those  years  ago.  he  exclusively  lived  alone.  away  from  bruce  and  the  batfamily.  he  retired  his  status  as  a  robin  ---  as  well  as  the  batman  ,  and  lived  as  nightwing (  part-time  ,  he  has  a  puppy  to  take  care  of  ).    

[   002.   ]   where  are  they  living  ?  are  they  living  with  anyone  ?

despite  his  closeness  with  the  batfamily  ,  he  was  most  likely  embarrassed  to  ask  for  a  place  to  crash.  he  does  have  the  reputation  in  the  family  for  being  the  closest  thing  to  an  adult  so  .  .  .  he  figured  something  out.  most  likely  a  worn  down  studio  with  high  ceilings.

[   003.   ]   why  is  your  character  affiliated  with  who  they’re  affiliated  with  ?

with  numerous  affiliations  ,  dick  has  seemingly  befriended  a  myriad  of  heroes  and  civilians.  he’s  most  notably  associated  with  the  (  teen  )  titans  and  occasionally  young  justice.  at  the  start  of  his  superhero  “career”  he  was  closely  affiliated  with  batman  but  as  he’s  grown  into  his  own  ,  he  scoffs  at  the  title  of  robin.  he  aligns  himself  with  people  who  share  the  same  values,  morals,  and  goals  as  him.  he  also  considers  the  people  on  his  team  to  be  his  family  ---  the  titans,  specifically.  

[   004.   ]   who  are  their  major  friends,  allies,  and  foes  ?

despite  having  many  affiliations  ,  the  titans  are  the  ones  he  is  bonded  to.  even  if  they  give  him  headaches  he  adores  them.  the  rest  of  the  robins  are  a  close  second  --  even  jason  whom  he  shares  a  tumultuous  relationship  with.  considering  dick  has  trauma  from  the  loss  of  his  real  family  he  puts  a  great  deal  of  care  and  importance  into  maintaining  the  relationships  he  has  with  his  friends.  

dick’s  relationship  with  batman  has  gone  through  a  lot.  carrying  a  great  deal  of  weight  on  his  shoulders  as  the  first  robin  ,  dick  feels  that  batman  has  placed  him  on  an  unwanted  pedestal.  he’s  done  his  best  to  separate  himself  from  the  batfamily  in  order  for  the  other  robins  to  blossom  in  their  own  right  without  the  shadow  of  “the  nightwing”  casting  over  them.  he  believes  this  separation  has  allowed  batman  to  assume  his  disinterest  in  the  batfamily,  inheriting  the  batman  title,  and  despising the  role  has  robin.

his  truest  homie.  best  friend  of  all.  is  alfred  pennyworth.  hearing  his  grievances  from  a  very  young  age,  alfred  knew  all  the  gossip  dick  kept  to  himself  while  living  in  the  wayne  manor.  his  death  still  weighs  heavy  on  dick’s  shoulders;  and  how  alfred  gave  dick  his  entire  inheritance  has  made  him  reevaluate  the  relationship  he  had  with  alfred.  he  was  both  a  mother  /  father  figure  to  dick  during  his  formative  years.

[   005.   ]   whose  hands  do  they  believe  the  country  should  be  in  ?

as  he’s  been  investigating  his  parents  death,  he  has  earned  a  distrust  of  the  police,  the  government,  and  politicians.  so  welcome  to  the  revolution  comrade  dick  grayson.

[   006.   ]   what’s  their  current  mental  state  at  ?  their  physical  state  ?

he’s  fooled  himself  into  believing  that  he  has  a  fulfilled  life.  he  thinks  he’s  grown  so  much  since  he  was  robin  but  ,  he’s  still  a  kid.  a  sad  ,  scared  kid;  who  is  desperate  for  an  answer.  as  much  as  he  loves  his  friends  and  the  batfamily  ,  he  can’t  bring  himself  to  “replace”  the  people  he  misses  most.  

he  has  dreams  about  them  often  that  warp  into  nightmares.  he  can’t  seem  to  shake  the  trauma  he  carries  on  a  nearly  daily  basis.  he’s  also  convinced  himself  that  the  other  robins  don’t  like  him  because  of  his  reputation  as  the  "first”  robin.  which  isn’t  entirely  untrue,  he  left  some  pretty  big  shoes  to  fill  ---  but  he  can’t  bring  himself  to  take  credit  for  it.

he  also  misses  everyone  ,  like  a  lot.

he’s  become  a  gym  rat  to  distract  himself  from  ,  well  himself.  he’s  in  great  shape  physically.  

[dilfdoctordoom]

dc!

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: Bette Kane

Least Favorite character: Barry Allen :/

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): oh Clois, Brutalia, Midpollo, DickRoy, HalOllie

Character I find most attractive: Talia Al Ghul

Character I would marry: Wally West :)

Character I would be best friends with: Gar Logan lmao

A random thought: Kory is a powerhouse on Wonder Woman and Superman's level

An unpopular opinion: Babsgirl worst thing to ever happen to Babs

My Canon OTP: Brutalia

My Non-canon OTP: DickRoy

Most Badass Character: JOHN STEWART

Most Epic Villain: Darkseid :)

Pairing I am not a fan of: oh BatCat lmao I just. don't like them they don't vibe with me like I don't hate them I'm just kinda indifferent tbh

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Every female character ever. Hal Jordan. Wally West. Dick Grayson. Max fucking Lord.

Favourite Friendship: DONNA AND KORY, BUT ALSO LILITH AND DONNA AND LILITH AND KORY. Gar and Bette but I mentioned that in a previous ask. Donna and Dick.

Character I most identify with: Stephanie Brown and Koriand'r

Character I wish I could be: DONNA TROY

[sallowhillshq]

EVENT 002: my bloody valentine

CLUE DROP 001: suspects

the following has been posted on the bulletin board outside town hall.

FROM THE DESK OF A. SALLOW

by now, we are all certainly aware of the tragedy that has befallen our poor town. while we have no answers now, we have two of our most experienced residents working on this case. all questions about the case will be rerouted to kate kane and stephanie brown, as they shall be taking over the investigation from the mayor and myself.

if anyone has any information on the whereabouts of:  abby anderson, adrian tepes,  armitage hux, baz grimm-pitch, link faron, michael langdon, sam giddings, or victor zsasz please report to the white rabbit to speak with either ms. kane or ms. brown.

stay safe

[bluebird722]

001 -- Young Justice?

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: Season 1: Artemis Crock, Season 2: Bart Allen, Season 3: Forager

Least Favorite character: uh...let’s go with Darkseid. 

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Seaarrow, Gardita, Guardianbee, Arrow/Canary, Cheshroy

Character I find most attractive: All three Harper boys (Roy, Will, and Jim), season 2+ Dick Grayson, and both Cissie King-Jones and Stephanie Brown

Character I would marry: Conner Kent

Character I would be best friends with: Zatanna Zatara

a random thought: Eduardo Jr. should continue being a great friend to the other meta-kids, and he and the other Runaways need to reunite

An unpopular opinion: While everyone was worrying about Longshot becoming a thing in Season 3 (e.g. them living together and raising Lian), I was more worried that the writers were slowly building up “Cry for Justice” happening. Oh, and I actually laughed when I watched the Doom Patrol Go! parody in an “oh my God, I can’t believe they did that!”

My Canon OTP: Guardianbee

My Non-canon OTP: Seaarrow

Most Badass Character: Kaldur

Most Epic Villain: Lex Luthor, through his use of manipulation and power and intelligence and money is able to change public opinion and affect the heroes

Pairing I am not a fan of: Spitfire

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Wally West

Favourite Friendship: Dick/Wally 

Character I most identify with: either pre-season 2 Artemis, season 2+ Conner Kent, or Tim Drake

Character I wish I could be: Dick Grayson (I’d like to be a hacker) or Virgil Hawkins (I want the powers)

[shallowmagics]

EVENT 001: HALLOWEEN HORROR

Stephanie Brown

Costume: “Batman but hotter.”

Why? Who knows. But give her a Batman onesie and a few minutes to locate her old cowl and batarangs, and Steph’s got the laziest yet most creative costume in her extensive arsenal. 

[purplefrayedisaster]

Amanda Task 001

BASICS

full name: Amanda Destiny Adler

Occupation: unemployed  

nickname(a): Manda, Mandi, Andi, Dest

age: 38

date of birth: August 13, 1982

gender identity: Cisfemale

preferred pronoun(s): Her/She

Species: Inhuman

sexual orientation: bisexual

romantic orientation: bi-romantic

spoken language(s): little french

Ethnicity:  American

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES

face claim: Anna Paquin

height: 5’5”

weight: 128

body type: kind of athletic

hair color: Brown, Brown with a white stripe, or Blond

eye color: Hazel

accent: Southern

scars: n/a

tattoos: none

notable physical traits: Hair, Eyes, Smile

PHOBIAS & DISORDERS

phobia(s): Haphephobia

mental disorder(s): PTSD, depression

physical disorder(s): none

personality disorder(a): n/a

BACKGROUND

hometown: Madison, Mississippi  

current location: pandemonium, NY

financial status: upper-middle-class

criminal conviction(s):  none

RELATIONSHIPS

father:  Raven Adler

mother: Irene Adler

sibling(s): none ???

significant other(s): Stephanie “Stevie” Van-Adler

children: wants (but might not be able to have)

rivals:  no one

Enemies: none  

PERSONALITY

Horoscope: Leo

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

theme song:  TBA

usual mood/expression: somber, playful (wife only)

Mbti: INTP

Enneagram:1 - Perfectionist

Temperament: Phlegmatic

moral alignment: Neutral

primary vice: Envy

primary virtue: Patience

Element: TBA

[sohotthateveryonedied]

KISS MARRY KILL: Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Barbara Gordon ;)

Kiss: Steph

Marry: Barbara because I feel like she’d be a nice wife and also she’s really responsible which is great because I’m Not

Kill: *sweats* Okay I could never kill Cass though do you understand she’s so perfect and killing her would be a betrayal it’s like killing a puppy so…….How about I kill her for .001 seconds and immediately throw her into a Lazarus pit so she comes back to life and then I can apologize and take her to go get ice cream as an apology

Sleepover time! Ask me LITERALLY anything

[racheljoyscott]

- Columbine Conspiracy #2: Multiple Shooter Theory Pt. 4

If you have not yet done so, I encourage you to read the prior posts of this series before continuing with the following. Thank you.

Patrick McDuffee, a former CHS student and original TCM member, gave his report to law enforcement on April 20, 1999 at approximately 9:30 pm (JCSO-001-010783). McDuffee immediately informed law enforcement that the TCM not only had prior knowledge of the attack, but planned and executed it. Despite claims to the contrary, McDuffee, along with several members of the TCM, including Alex Marsh, Kristi Epling, and several others, confirmed that Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold were indeed a part of the TCM in their police reports. In his report to authorities, Adam Kyler (known for his friendship with victim Rachel Scott), explained that a trench coat-ed Klebold threatened to kill him, which resulted in internal consequences during December of 1998 (JCSO 4065). McDuffee named over a dozen TCM members, providing their addresses, affiliation to the TCM, affiliation to CHS, and role(s) during the planning and execution of the attack. This confirmed the hundreds of claims from students, faculty, staff, and alumni that reported more members of the TCM were involved. TCM member Kentaro Kojima wrote on a CHS classroom board “we should blow up the school” shortly before the attack began, according to student, Terry Paczosa. McDuffee explained that TCM members from nearby Chatfield and Bear Creek High Schools also participated. He informed law enforcement that TCM members often spoke German to one another, which supplements Stephanie Duffy and Lisa Forgen’s claims to have heard shooters speaking the language during the attack (JCSO 2919). McDuffee’s list and damning evidence completely contradict the official narrative. McDuffee was subsequently forced to retract his report.

A plethora of students described who they believed was an “older” individual with spikey, blonde-highlighted hair shooting during the attack. Jonathan Vandermark, Eric Walton (JCSO 2242), David Eagle (JCSO 1781), and Jennifer Small (JCSO 2183), among others, all described these unique characteristics in their respective reports. On a side note, Small also explained that she ran into Eric Harris in the smoker’s pit minutes before the attack; she mentioned how bad her day was going and Harris informed her of it also being Hitler’s birthday as a joke. These students also mentioned they saw uniformed law enforcement shoot at students, faculty, and staff. Penny Zair (JCSO 5212), Candice Cushman (JCSO 2794), and Michelle Fox (JCSO 5196) all state they saw hostile shooters and law enforcement shooters aim at civilians from the rooftops. Pictures can be seen of law enforcement units with clipboards on the roof of CHS, establishing the event as a drill. Students Jake Apodaca and Chris Wisher said they saw gunmen hiding at Weaver Park, and recorded in their reports that they felt “blown off” by investigators.

Scott Fuselier, former CHS student and ‘coincidentally’ the son of FBI investigator, Dwayne Fuselier (who led the CHS investigation), also had ties to the TCM. Fuselier, along with Brook Brown, associate of the TCM and friend of Harris and Klebold, were on a production team for a film project that illustrated CHS exploding. Brown, who at the time played in a band, planned to release an album with this image as its cover. Brown also sang in the school choir; during a December 1998 rehearsal, fellow member Laurie Reynolds overheard Brown boasting that “something big” was going to happen the following April 20 at CHS. Again, Brown is seldom mentioned in a positive light by those associated with CHS; he was described in police reports as “tending to lie a lot.” During the fourth hour in his creative writing class, Brown confirmed that he sat in Eric Harris’ assigned seat. This was unusual and many students noted this in their reports. ‘Coincidentally,’ the only other student spared during the attack, as Brown claimed to have been, was John Savage, who also had ties to the TCM. Nathan Dykeman, Klebold’s best friend, did not immediately evacuate the area. Instead, Dykeman laughed when he found out about the shooting, and bragged that he knew who did it and could not believe they decided to do it that day.

The final point that I’ll bring up in this post is the 1999 CHS Prom. Emily Paletta, a then CHS senior, said that all the posters for prom were vandalized the week before it took place. The posters read: “It’s Coming: April 17.” The vandals crossed out the date and replaced it with “It’s Coming: April 20.” Cathy Pavelanon and Linda Revell reported seeing Dylan Klebold talking to a green-haired individual in the kitchen of the CHS cafeteria during the prom. They reported that they saw a large propane tank in the freezer of said kitchen. Law enforcement admits that they never could locate the individual seen talking to Klebold.

The next post with deal with the footage of the ‘bodies’ during the event.

Intro to the Series

Columbine Conspiracy Post #1

Columbine Conspiracy Post #2 Part 1

Columbine Conspiracy Post #2 Part 2

Columbine Conspiracy Post #2 Part 3

**Again this is not my work. Not claiming these are true either, just theories**