#there’s a peek at my riddler/Batman self

[logansbluetie]

My little rainbow loom riddlers 🥺

I followed this tutorial for the first one and used that tutorial as a base for Arkham knight Eddie. I changed the colors, gave him different eyes, and made my own goggles for him from scratch.

[quandaryqueen]

Sick days

Batman Unburied Riddler X Reader

Just a peek at sick days between you and your close friend Edward...

Written as a platonic piece, but can be read as romantic. I want to try my hand to write this version. Also I wrote this when I was sick and in need of self-indulgent sick fics.

You awoke to a loud crashing from the outside of your apartment. Having been in Gotham for a long time, you were able to distinguish between troubling noises in the night or just the general city noise. You dreaded to identify the noise as the troublesome kind, that tonight you might not be getting your sleep.

You kept the bat by your bedside and pull your blankets off. It will never be your intention to fall asleep whilst something like this remain unresolved. Then there was another crash, and in your fear, your unabashed flinch had you swinging at nothing. It was justified, as the crashing was made inside your living space.

You make your way out of your room, the bat raised for your defense. Holding in a breath, you take your steps and then--

"I can be slender and wooden, I can be swung, I can fly, what am I?"

"AH!"

"NONONONONO! IT'S ME! IT'S ME! DON'T—!"

"OH MY FUCKING GOD, EDDIE! DON'T DO THAT!" Out of panic, your arms latched around his neck and pulled his head against your chest. "Jesus Christ, dude I thought I was going to die tonight. What the fuck, bro? You can at least text me and something."

"Funny that you say that... I think I'll be the one dying tonight." He coughs.

Alarmed, you pulled away. Out of the panic, you didn't realise the trail of blood that followed him from the window which he broke into and stained you upon embracing him. You looked down to see the thick crimson running down from his abdomen. Your face washed with an ash colour at the view before you.

"Hey-hey! Don't faint on me!" Edward snaps his fingers in front of your face, before placing both of his hands on your shoulders for balance. He subsequently leans his entire weight on you from the blood lost, making you almost lose your balance.

Profanities spilled from your lips like a mantra as you assisted him to your couch, before you shuffle around your house in search for the first aid kit... Would a first aid kit even do at these circumstances? He was bleeding on your couch and he was losing blood fast.

"Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck... Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god! Eddie what the fuck happened? Dude! I have like a box Hello Kitty bandaids and rubbing alcohol, why the fuck would you go to me for medical assistance?! " You frantically mutter, getting your hands on a few towels and a basin of water. You threw your hands up. "Fuck this, I'm calling an ambulance--!"

"No..."

"Well I don't know what you want me to do Eddie! Do I look like I can perform an emergency surgery in my living room?! Fuck it, why do you not want to call the hospital?"

He looks at you with a raised brow. Does he really need to say that he is a crook? Goddamn it he just wanted to breathe out of Arkham but that's not the point.

"It's just a graze."

"WELL WHAT THE HELL HAVE I BEEN TELLING YOU? SO YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU GOT INTO ANOTHER ACTIVE SHOOT-OUT AND FOR WHAT? JESUS DAMNIT--!"

Eddie gazes at the ceiling, as if he'd find a sliver of patience up there. Then he decided, fuck it, he's leaving. But before his legs can lift himself up, he falls back down with a groan.

"Well don't fucking do that! I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do, Ed oh my god! I'll go get some gauzes and some elastic bandages... You stay there, apply pressure to the wound—"

"I'm not leaking out, it's just a graze."

"I'm not leaking out, it's just a graze-- shut it!" You mimped, before haphazardly shrugging your coat on to conceal your blood stained clothes underneath.

For what seemed like a second, you return with the said materials. Here you were, awake at 3 am on a weekday-- the Riddler topless in your living room, tending to his wounds... I guess it's just what friends do I mean, he's helped you with questionable things at 3 am and sure he whined, but at least he helped out.

He promised that his life of crime shall never ever involve you, but knowing him the only reason you wanted to be involved because of the shit he gets into. Especially at one of these nights, what if he never managed to reach you? What if he bled out and die?

"Done." You spoke the first word after the excruciating silence.

".... I'm so sorry."

"For what?" You looked up at him as you put some equipment away.

"For troubling you like this." He averts his gaze, his fingers softly picking on the firm wrapping around his abdomen.

"No, no... It's okay. I'm sorry for yelling at you." You pulled his hand away from fumbling with the bandages. It must've been subconscious when you held his hand within yours. "I'm... Just really scared for you."

The silence stretched across the room, as he didn't really know how to respond to that. Reassuring you with white lies would feel like slapping you across the face with betrayal and telling you the truth is... He thinks it won't end well.

He breaks the silence and diverted away from the topic.

"Bat."

"What?"

"The answer to the riddle earlier; Bat."

"Oh..." You didn't even remember him telling you a riddle, maybe you might not have heard it from the ensuing panic.

"So... Where do I sleep?"

He ended up sleeping in your bed, wrapped himself as a cocoon in your fluffy pink hello kitty blanket, wearing one of your oversized sweater and shorts while you stayed awake for the remainder of midnight cleaning the blood in the living room. You lied to Edward about sleeping on the sofa, but something within you knows that Edward knows that you won't be sleeping on the bloodstained thing. It's not like you'd be able to sleep with the image of the predicaments in mind, along with the shot of adrenaline from the utmost concern you had for Eddie.

He predictably slept in, finally getting out of bed at the afternoon. It may have been the best sleep he's ever had, maybe he should start doing that often. But then he felt uncomfortable. He doesn't quite know why.

"Y/N? N/N? Yoo-hoo~"

Edward began to call for your name, wandering around your apartment, unnerved by the silence. Taking leisure steps around your living space, he wanted to remain calm, denying the touch of anxiety wiring his brain to think of the worst.

God, what if Penguin wanted to get back at him? That they sent someone to follow him and kill you? Fuck, he shouldn't have went here, why didn't he think this through--

"Y/N!"

He rushed over you body that lay motionless in the bathroom, hot to the touch. He listened in your breathing, as you shook with shuddering breaths. His palm lands atop your forehead and without a doubt, you've somehow kept a fever.

~•~

The very first thing you felt upon finding the strength to open your eyes through the sting of a raging headache, was a palm smacking on your forehead.

"Fucking ow, the fuck is your problem?" You snap at the owner of the hand with a nasally voice, squinting at the man who you just saved from blood lost.

"Well, nurse, you could've done it softly at least."

"I'm just checking for your temperature manually."

He notes that though you were still hot, at least it wasn't as severe as when he found you. Edward nods to himself out of relief.

"Sorry, I might or might not have done that on purpose. And besides, it's just me being affectionate."

"I pity whomever decided to permanently saddle themself with y—"

The banter was cut short when Edward decided to flatten his whole palm across your face.

"If my rightful retaliation comes across as disrespect, you should actually see me being disrespectful. Well then," you settle under your cover, pulling your blanket over your head. "You can start by cleaning my tiles in the living room, caretaker."

"You were more bearable when you were asleep." He smirks when you grab his wrist and removed his hold from your face, its consequent removal revealed your narrowed gaze at him. "Well, at least I know your fever is bearable enough for you to disrespect your care taker."

He rolls his eyes and pulls the pink hello kitty blanket and tucked it just below your knees.

"It's cold!" You whine, attempting to lift the end of your blanket to toss over your head, when Edward stops you.

"You'll overheat. I know it's cold, but if you cover up it'll increase your temperature. And you don't want that."

Edward watches your bitter expression grow less bitter, with a begrudging acceptance you simoly cross your arms to your chest and stick your bottom lip up. He couldn't help but to laugh to see you like this, his hand reaching up to brush your hair out of your forehead. He turns away to wring a hand towel from a small basin of lukewarm water. Your eyes followed his hand as he place the damp towel on your forehead in earnest, his eyes slightly tinged with worry.

"Funny that you ask that, my taste buds are fucked at these times."

He leans away and sighs. "What do you wanna eat?"

Oh. Right.

Seeing his face contort with a wince made your stomach sink with guilt. God you should have been less harsh, he was just trying to help.

"Can I have some chai?"

"Are you sure you don't want anything to eat?"

You fumble with your shirt, your finger twirling a loose piece of thread. "No, I'm good."

"Good, I'll be ordering myself a pizza then." He cheekily smiles, flashing your wallet in his hand and before you can protest, he was skipping out of the room.

"Prick!" You yelled after him with your sore throat, just in time to reach him when he closed your door just in case you had to shoot projectiles at his trajectory. He was so fucking spry for a man with a bullet-grazed abdomen.

God what an asshole...

Through the pain of your pulsating headache amplified by the annoyance and betrayal of Edward, a small smile makes way through your features.

It's good to have him back, though.

[victoria-daydreams]

The Night We Met

AN: I haven’t even seen the new Batman movie, but I still want to write for this character. Paul Dano playing The Riddler has made me ponder the question of, “if bad, why hot”? If he seems ooc then it’s because I have not seen the movie, as I said before. This has not been proofread at all I just wanted to publish it and get it out of my head, but I’ll go back it and do it. This story is shaping up to be a mini-fic.

Summary: Of all things to shatter Winnie O’Connor’s semblance of a normal life, she didn’t think it would be in the form of a latte.

Word Count: 1.8k

Chapter One: Down the Rabbit Hole

"The usual, Frankie?" Winnie asked as she refilled the man’s mug.

It was just the start of her shift at the small diner in Gotham City and it was still buzzing with the late dinner crowd. Mainly, it was regulars seated at their usual table or at the counter, eating the same meal they had the day before. What could she say, the food was decent and cheap.

"As always, Winnie. Louisa in the kitchen today?" he asked, holding his mug out.

She lifted the coffee pot  upright, "Where else would she be?" Winnie replied, lightly laughing.

"She’s the best. Her pancakes are even better than my ma used to make,"

Winnie smiled at the garbage man, whom she had known since the first day she began working at the diner. The man worked long, hard hours, and always came into the diner after work for a cup of coffee and Louisa’s pancakes.

"I'll be right back with your food," Winnie said, lightly hitting the countertop before she entered the swinging door into the kitchen where Louisa was  flipping a fresh stack of pancakes.

"Your favorite customer is here," Winnie sang, picking up a plate with scrambled eggs and fruit on the side.

“And he’s hungry as ever isn’t he?” Louisa asked, dumping the pancakes onto  the plate.

“You know it Lou,” she answered, as she returned to the main part of the diner.

“Here you go Frankie,” Winnie said, flashing him a winning smile while placing his food in front of him.

The chiming of bells echoed in the near empty diner, signaling another customer had came in. Winnie dug into her apron pocket grabbing her notepad and pen, ready to take the person’s order.

“Psst!” a voice whispered. “Psst, Winnie!” the voice whispered again.

She spun on the balls of her feet to see Jane, a fellow waitress, peeking her head out the slot window of the kitchen. Winnie’s eyebrow raised and moved to the raven haired woman was.

“Why are you whispering?” she whispered back, chuckling.

Wordlessly, Jane slid her a wide cup on a saucer with one finger. She stared at the hot beverage unimpressed before her eyes flickered back up to her coworker.

“That does nothing to answer my question,” she quipped, and Jane rolled her eyes.

She pressed her hands together, “I will forever be in your debt, if you would please take this latte to that man,” Jane said lowly, and discreetly pointing in the direction of the customer.

Winnie followed the direction of where Jane’s finger was aiming, which happened to be at the far end of the diner. Seated at the counter was a man with sandy blonde hair, he was tall, and a bit lanky and lean. His frame was hunched over, as if he was self-conscious. The man’s eyes were glued the latest issue of the Gotham Globe, never reacting to any of the noise around him. Next to him, was an untouched slice of pumpkin pie. Winnie turned back to Jane, her eyebrow cocked once more.

“Why can’t you serve him?” she asked curiously. “He looks harmless compared to most of the people that dine here,” she added, folding her arms together.

Winnie had seen quite a bit in this diner since her first day on the job. Drunks, thugs, addicts, the houseless, or anyone who asked for a sympathetic ear and compassion. So, basically all of Gotham really.

“They’re the creepiest ones,” Lark commented dryly, as he passed by Jane.

“Lark!” Winnie hissed, staring pointedly at the waiter.

“But he’s right,” Jane agreed, nodding her head. “Haven’t you watch any horror movie before?” she asked sarcastically.

“How is any he different than any other patron here, or even Frankie?” Winnie asked, sticking her arm out.

“Frankie is personable,” Jane stated, as if it was obvious. “Him, on the other hand, is unnaturally quiet,” she pointed out. “And just stares,” she added, with a shiver.

Now it was Winnie’s turn to roll her eyes at Jane.

“Fine,” she conceded, grabbing the saucer. “You big ole scaredy cat,” she teased.

Winnie moved away from the window and walked the towards the man. Mentally, she rolled her eyes at the absurdity of the situation. Jane had served hardened criminals that came into the diner, but this is where she drew the line. Him?

She placed saucer and cup down before him, “Here you go love, one latte as ordered,” Winnie said cheerfully.

The man jolted slightly from the sound of her voice.

“You’re new here,” he remarked, saying it more to himself rather than to her.

She shoved her hands into her pockets, “Well, I could the same about you,” she retorted playfully.

His head perked up, eyes flickering from the newspaper to her. To Winnie’s surprise, he was not unattractive, round frames covering an equally round face. He had thin lips, and his nose was a bit large, but it worked with his facial structure. He seemed like the bookish type, and was cute in a nerdy way. The thing that really struck her, was how piercing his eyes were, even behind those wide, clear frames of his. The same green eyes continued to bore into her, with an almost curious yet hesitant stare.

It was like he was trying to commit every detail about her to memory.

“God, Jane was completely right about the stare,” she thought.

Winnie awkwardly cleared her throat, “I’m not technically new here,” she said, feeling inexplicably compelled to say that. “I’ve been working at the diner for months now, mostly mornings,” she continued, and he still blankly stared at her.

She could tell this was shaping up to be a one-sided conversation, but Winnie wasn't going to give up easily. She prided herself that she could make rocks talk if they could.

“Jeez, I know freckles are considered an eyesore to some, but there’s no reason to stare,” she joked

“They’re not,” the man blurted out, his sudden outburst made her jump in surprise. “T-they’re pretty,” he added quietly.

Winnie watched as cheeks slightly flushed red before he curled into himself to hide it, cowering like a whipped dog.

“You shouldn’t do that,” Winnie began. “Hiding yourself like that, I mean,” she clarified, gesturing to his posture. “How else are people going to see those lovely, little green eyes you have,” Winnie remarked, grinning at him.

Even with his head still bowed and his glasses hiding his eyes, Winnie caught a small smile playing on his thin lips.

“Will that be all?” she asked.

“Y-yes, thank you,”

With a quick nod and friendly smile, she left him. Winnie could feel his eyes burning into her back, never leaving her until she pushed the door of the kitchen open. Immediately, she searched for Jane in the bustling kitchen, spotting her at the sinks.

“Oh my god, you were right!” Winnie said lowly, her eyes darting toward the window into the diner.

“See!”

“But at the same time...” Winnie trailed off.  “He’s also kinda cute, like in an awkward way,” she said, tucking a dark coil behind her ear.

Jane’s eyes widened in horror, “Winnie, no!” she said, grabbing her by the biceps.

“What?” Winnie asked. “I don’t know, maybe he’ll grow onto you,” she suggested, shrugging a little.

“That’s the thing, I don’t want him to,” Jane stated. “And you shouldn’t either,” she stressed, pointing her finger at Winnie.

~~~x~~~

The day had completely faded into night and the diner was starting to clear out. Winnie was cleaning up, putting the chairs on the tables, then sweeping the floor behind the counter. Gently, she dragged the old broom across the tiled floor, watching billows of dirt, dust, and crumbs rise into the air, eventually landing in the dustpan. Winnie made her way back to the kitchen, taking the dirt filled dustpan to the trashcan in the back.

The strange man was still sitting at the counter, now finishing up the crossword in the newspaper. Their eyes met briefly and a shy smile appeared on his face. She mirrored his expression, before using her back to open the swinging door.

“Hey Jane,” Winnie called, her voice echoing in the diner.

“Yep, she responded.

Winnie dumped the contents of the dustbin into the trash can, placing the broom and bin against the nearby wall.

“We haven’t done our daily ritual that includes me giving you a brain teaser to solve,” she said, dusting her hands off and entering the diner again.

“We’ve been too busy tonight,” Jane said, with a smile as she poured ketchup from a larger bottle into a smaller one. “Lay it on me, Winnie,” she challenged.

In her periphery, Winnie couldn’t help but notice how the man at the counter seemed to perk up at the game that she and Jane would play. Nevertheless, she was able to catch herself before her gaze fully wandered to the young man at the end.

“Alright, you asked for it,” Winnie warned, lightly laughing.

She grabbed a rag and and a spray bottle of cleanser, starting to wipe down the counter in front of her.

“You cannot keep me until you have given me. What am I?” Winnie questioned, arching her brow.

“God, Winnie, you would choose a hard one right out the gates,” Jane groaned.

For two minutes, table after table, Jane refilled ketchup bottles up while listing off every answer she could think of, naturally, they were all incorrect. Smugly, Winnie continued disinfecting the hard surface.

“You give up?” she asked, leaning against the counter.

“Please, put me out of my misery,” Jane responded, clasping her hands together.

“Your word,” Winnie answered, but she wasn’t the only one.

The man had answered as well. Winnie turned her attention back to him, her heart skipping a beat as his penetrating green eyes looked right through her dark brown ones. She tossed her to the side and walked over to him, curiosity ripe in her eyes.

“How did you know that?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

“I-I like puzzles,” he stuttered, before clearing his throat. “Do...you?” he asked back.

“A little, I do the occasional word search here and there when I have the time,” Winnie replied, laying her palms on the cold counter. “This game Jane and I play is mostly to pass the time, not because we’re some brainiacs,” she explained, letting out a chuckle.

“Could’ve of fooled me,”

Winnie giggled and shook her head. The man’s eyes seemed to brightened at the sound of it and his posture had noticeably improved too, his back and shoulders were straighter.

“I’m Winnie,” she introduced. “Though I’m sure you know that by now, if not for my name tag, then because of Jane,” she joked, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Edward,”

“Well, Edward,” Winnie began. “What was that quote from Casablanca again?��� she questioned, a grin forming on her lips. “ I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,”

Chapter Two: Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer

[kimhargreeves]

Dirty Little Secrets-Edward Nashton x Reader

Summary: You and Edward have been an inseparable pair, little do you know that the Batman will learn about both of your secrets.

(Warnings: smut, mentions of death, self harm, mentions of rape, incest, kidnapping.)

"Honey! I'm home!" I exclaimed loudly and kicked the door closed. I heard a quiet shush coming from across the apartment, i hummed to myself and placed the many bags I had carefully on the ground.

I peeked my head inside one of the rooms as saw the Riddler is livestreaming Pete Savage who is tied to a chair with a contraption which will allow some rats to go in him. I chuckled darkly and waved my hand at him.

Quickly I closed the room and headed over to sit over on the table where I had all my tools. I reached down and grabbed one of the many bombs I had brought in for a grand ending, to flood the city.

Carefully I held it in my hand and examined it carefully. Surely, all of these must be enough. I placed it to the side and grabbed my one of my many tools and reached over to grab the collar I was finishing up.

After a couple of minutes footsteps were heard getting closer to my small workplace. I stopped working and smiled looking up at Edward. He tiredly came in and got rid of his mask.

"Are you alright? I haven't seen you been able to sleep." I ask tilting my head to get a good look at him through his glasses.

"I'm completely fine."

"I can always see through your lies." I sang going back to my work and felt Edward staring at me. Like he always does.

Still looking at the collar before me was when I carefully started placing the three bombs on it, and making sure that the collar would definitely work. "And it's all done! Do you like it?"

Edward examined the collared bomb in his hands and hummed to himself before placing it down and smiling at me.

"It's perfect like everything you do." I blushed and felt extremely happy that he continues to love my work and me. Even if we've known each other since forever, he still acts all shy around me.

I jumped down from the stool I was sitting on and stood up on my toes to wrap my arms around him. "There's no need to feel so shy, Eddie."

I winced a bit when I felt one of his hands grip the back of my head, pulling on my hair a bit. "Did you finish placing the other bomb in the note I gave to you?" He hummed and smiled evilly making me feel things.

"I-I did! It's all carefully wrapped up for you to deliver-" I was silenced when he leaned down to me and kissed my lips, not wasting any time on slipping his tongue inside.

Edward lifted me up the ground and placed me on a table opposite to where the bombs and guns were. "Edward, w-what about that cop!" I closed my eyes and fought back a moan when he began to kiss and bite my neck.

"He's already dead." He said breathing down my neck. I felt one of his hands groping my from behind while the fingers from his other hand began to trace up my folds. I whispered and couldn't help but arch up to him, wanting him to continue teasing me. He stepped closer and pinned me closer to the wall, he removed the shorts I was wearing along with everything else.

"Be a good girl and stay still." He ordered wrapping a hand around my throat while his hand went back to where it was.

I jumped up a bit when I felt him inserting two fingers inside of me, still staring down at me and beginning to breath heavily, Edward adding another finger in, continuing to pump those gloved fingers inside of me. I moaned loudly and gripped onto his arm and his dark green coat he still had on.

This happened often too. I never really felt ashamed at being with Edward in the slightest, we would talk and do everything we felt like doing.

Few seconds later I felt him pin my hands down when he began to kiss me again, one of his hands was missing, I felt something lining up against my entrance until he pushed himself into me making me cry, and making him grunt loudly before he wasted no time and began to pump inside of me.

The sensation was overwhelming to me as soon as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. I continued to moan loudly when I felt him hitting that familiar spot which would make me see stars. I reached forward and wrapped my arms around his neck when so felt his breathing quicken on my neck, one of his hand went back down to circle my clit while he picked up the pace faster.

I hid my face and gripped onto him tighter, “Ed..I-I’m gonna cum." I cried pulling him closer.

“Do it." He muttered, keeping his brutal pace while applying some more pressure between us.

I felt my walls clench around him as my orgasm approached, I felt myself getting just a bit dizzy. Edward followed not long after, shooting streaks of cum inside of me. He groaned loudly as soon as he closed his eyes shut. We both remained still, not wanting to leave our current spot, even if I felt extremely tired and would've wanted more since he's been too busy these days.

I continued to pant heavily alongside Edward who remained still breathing heavily on the crook of my neck. My hands shakily went up to fix his messy set of hair, I still felt his hands gripping my waist tightly until he slowly started to let go and fixed himself up.

I stared at him tiredly and glanced over behind me to see the many news articles he has plastered on the wall, everything about Gotham and the renewal plan. I looked over and noticed the small image right to my right, it's the one picture he has when the Wayne's gifted us orphans the orphanage.

The picture of Edward in his choir uniform, glaring to his right at young Bruce Wayne. I still remember that day very clearly, along with the days most kids would used drops, and how most kids were malnourished and passed away.

I turned to look at Ed tiredly but felt extremely grateful to have him with me. "Why out of everyone in the orphanage you decided to save me? Continue to take care of me?" I asked him truthfully.

Edward fixed his glasses up his face and turned to smile at me. "Because I'm your brother. I promised to take care of you no matter what."

We only had each other's backs growing up, no one else understood us. That led to solitude and the both of us only growing closer throughout the years, which lead to us trusting each other completely and falling for each other too.

No one will ever understand the pain we both went through, so we remained close. After I got taken advantage of back then, he became even more overprotective of me and always made sure that whoever did hurt me, would pay with their blood.

"Don't wait up for me. I'll be paying a small visit to Gil Coulson." He chuckled maniacally to himself and reached over to the other side and grabbed the collared bomb I made along with duck tape.

Edward slowly made his way back to me and held my cheek to which I gave into his touch and met his dark eyes. "You mean the world to me, (Y/N). I'll be back soon."

Without too much of a talk between us, I watched him leave to kidnap the district attorney. I jumped down from my spot and began to tidy the place up for his return.

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

Edward and I had visited the mayor's funeral a few days ago. Vengeance or as we like to call him Batman wasn't able to save Gil Coulson. He decided to die than reveal the truth. Rats continuing to protect each other.

The next day Edward delivered a package to Bruce Wayne addressing it to Batman. The same night I went and delivered the weapons and same uniforms to the Riddler's followers, to help us with targeting the new elected mayor.

I certainly didn't expect Batman to be teaming with someone on the night where Carmine Falcone was caught. Oswald Cobblepot was outside with the pair and many policemen. I was instructed to remain close but hidden in the shadows, I glanced above me to see Edward pointing a sniper rifle right at Falcone.

In an instant the man fell to the ground, dead. Everyone began to freak out and policemen noticed where the bullet was shot. Each of them ran past me and above the building from where Edward was.

The heavy rain continued to pour down the dark streets, I began to walk over to the cafeteria where Edward would be. "Ed, we have to get out of here." I told him when I dialed his phone number.

"I'm staying right where I am." I heard him whisper.

I gripped the phone tighter and knew exactly what he meant by that. "Don't you dare tell me this was a part of the plan, you never informed me of this."

Silence. He said nothing and simply hung up on me. I hid the phone in my pocket and began to run down the alley way, making sure to not slip and fall. I have to reach him before the police do.

Why didn't he let me know of this?!

Right when I was making my way to the cafeteria. I saw police surrounding the place, i began to run up ahead but someone held me against a brick wall, I opened my eyes and saw the Batman.

He said nothing and continued to hold me tight and wrapped something around my wrists. "Hey!" I began to fight him, to run away, but nothing worked.

Was he following me the entire time? Did he listen to my short conversation?!

"I have nothing to do with this!" I shouted at him angrily. The man simply glared down at me and said nothing, i swallowed my next words and suddenly felt a bit scared by him. He looks so menacing hidden in the shadows.

Police men who were just ahead turned to look at us, surprised, My face was completely drenched from the heavy rain. "We have another one here!" I heard one of them say.

I looked up ahead and saw inside the diner. Edward being arrested, we made eye contact and I saw his eyes looking over to the Batman before he smiled and was taken outside.

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

"You really think I'm afraid of you? A guy dressed in a Halloween costume?" I asked with a smirk across my lips. I was chained up and was taken immediately to Arkham.

The Batman kept his cold hard stare on me until he said something which made slowly start to frown. "I know of your secret. You and the Riddler. It all makes sense. You both were raised in the orphanage. Both of you are siblings."

The smile I had across my lips disappeared making my lips tremble as I slowly smiled again. "So you figured it out..I thought no one would." I admit and looked back at him through my contact lenses.

My hair and makeup was a mess making me look like a mad woman. I tilted my head still looking at his darkened eyes.

"Does that disgust you?" I smirk remaining to try and stay calm."

"What I want to know is why? You had a bright future ahead. Being the top in your classes, graduating as an engineer."

The Batman went on making me glare at him once I remembered all of the awful things I went through.

"He was the only one who cared for me, he looked after me. Protected me from all the pedophiles who visited the orphanage when we were thirteen. Back then, when we were high on drops i got taken advantage of, years later Edward found the man responsible and killed him."

"Not just him. You also joined in and killed an innocent man-"

"What the hell do you know?!" I slammed my fists against the table staring at him through the glass between us.

"You are a rich man, Bruce Wayne." I sang his name "You had everything and everyone in your hands while Ed and I had nothing. That man you called innocent, was the one bragging on how he killed the Wayne's."

My eyes widened when I realized that I made the Batman look at me twice, now I got his attention. "What do you know about the man."

I shrugged my shoulders still being handcuffed. "I don't know, last thing I heard was that he left the city. Who knows if the man is back.." I looked around me and saw cameras.

"As far as I know, the police and everyone else doesn't believe I am the Riddler's second hand, is it true that I will be released?" I asked all hopeful and smiled wide.

Batman turned to look at the camera and back to me. "I'll make sure they won't let you get out of here. You're all much as an accomplice to him."

"But did they find any clues? Any sort of DNA that I was with him during the first kill?" I taunted him.

The police made it to my apartment and took me in without much question, I was extremely careful in my participation with Edward. They won't know that I helped him in more than they think.

The Batman remained silent until his dark eyes focused on me again. "He's been manipulating you from the start, tell me about his plans-"

"He never manipulated me!" I scream angrily. "Aren't you getting this through your skull? He was the only one who saved me when no one else did, believe me or not, there are plans he hasn't told me."

Few seconds of silence went by. "You'll be facing trial tomorrow, wether they find you guilty or not of being his accomplice is up to them. But if you're out, I'll find a way to lock you back in here."

With that a guard entered the room and made short eye contact with the Batman, being afraid of the tall quiet man. "I'll be seeing you real soon." I mutter under my breath and smiled to myself as I began to get taken back to my cell.

[george-mackay-macfine]

Dear Diary prt. 6

A/N sorry I’m a idiot, who doesn’t post things properly, here is the second go at the next part of Dear Diary. 

Requested:

Word Count: 6,000

September 29th, 2011

Dear Diary, 

Sorry I haven’t had the chance to write much over the last few days, Classes have just started and things are crazy, but to quickly update you. 

Living with two boys is easier than I thought it would be. They’re both respectful, and I haven’t seen any stray penis’ yet. Which is a good thing I suppose, 

Harry is still seeing that girl, Elle. She’s actually really nice… Even if she is over far too much for my liking… Sometimes a girl just wants to come home from class, have a red wine and sit on her settee without having to engage in small talks with her roommate’s booty calls. 

Henry and I have gotten to be good friends. We walk to class together nearly every morning. Talking mostly about boys… Mostly George, and how pathetic I am. 

Well, mostly it’s me complaining about how pathetic I am, and Henry telling me to shut up.

Speaking of George, after lunch the other day I came home and had a solid cry before pretending my heart hadn’t been ripped out of my chest and trodden all over ONLY to go out into the living room to find George, Dean, Harry, Elle and Henry starting the first Harry Potter movie. 

Let me tell you, sitting between a guy who you nearly… well, you remember, and a guy you want to kiss is not a comfortable experience. 

It’s going to be a great year, I can tell already. 

October 13th, 2011

Dear Diary,

So it’s been fourteen days since I last updated you. That is fourteen days since I had to sit between George and Harry for 159 whole minutes. Shoulders bumping against one and other as either of us shuffled. 

Don’t even get me started on how uncomfortable it was to see Harry whisper in Elle’s ear as she hung over her lap when not even a week prior he and I were curled up with one and other about to make out on some random’s bed. 

George and I are okay. As far as he know’s we’re just friends. I don’t have a crush on him. 

Did you read that? 

I do not have a crush on him. 

I do not have a crush on him. 

School’s pretty good, going okay. A lot of course work, but what else should I have expected when I decided to study medicine? 

Not sure if I really want to keep doing it, but for now. It’s all I’ve got going for me. 

The big event that everyone is looking forward to this month is Halloween. That guy who threw the party, you know the one where ‘the incident’ happened is throwing another huge bash. 

Harry, Dean, Henry, George, Elle, Jordan and I have decided to go as comic book characters, and right now I’m tossing up between Scarlett Witch, Black Widow, Poison Ivy or Batgirl. Still not sure though.

Do I be a villain or a hero?

October 18th, 2011

Dear Diary, 

We finally decided on our costumes, or rather Elle did. She’s studying costuming at Uni and has decided she’ll make both mine and her costumes for the party. 

I’ll be Poison Ivy, she’ll be Bat Girl, George is going to be the Joker, Harry is going as Batman, Henry is going as Robin, Dean is going as Superman and Jordan is going as the Riddler. 

Not my choice to be Poison Ivy, but I really don’t have it in me to argue with them especially with how insane classes have been. 

Talk to you soon. 

October 23rd, 2011

Dear Diary, 

This costume…. Christ on a bike…

I know the saying goes ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’ but I can’t not judge this. Elle is pretty much demanding I have either my boobs or my arse out. She’d rather both, I’d rather none. I’m not sure how exactly to say no without it sounding like ‘No, sorry Elle I have self-respect, even though Halloween is the time you’re not meant to,’ without her taking offence to it. 

Speaking of Elle, she’s still being nice enough. She and Harry are still seeing one and other. They’ve toned their PDA down to a minimum, which is good because Dean and I have had to stop each other, and ourselves from throwing a bucket of cold water over them once or twice.

Harry’s started speaking to me again, which is good. We’re almost past that awkward, ‘We nearly made out, but we didn’t, but we would have if we’d had the chance’ stage, which is good. 

We’ve got two days until the Halloween party, and that means two days until I need to wear this ridiculous costume. 

Save me,

October 26th, 2011

Dear future Y/N, 

Congratulations. 

You’re a fucking idiot. 

The biggest idiot, If all the idiots of the world, moved into a community together, created a nation. You’d be their fucking Queen… 

Perhaps in your years of maturing, you’ve become less of an idiot, though with how we behaved last night I’d doubt it.

Let’s recap shall we? 

           October 25th, 2011

Its Halloween, and I’m sweating like a pig. Absolutely sweating,

I don’t know how else to put it.  

The costume Elle had designed and made me fit like a glove. Perhaps too much like a glove. The green bodysuit was embellished with ivy leaves and gold glitter, a garland of flowers wrapped around my waist.

“Y/N? Are you ready?” Elle’s voice called through the door. “Do you need help with a hook or something?” 

“No, I’m fine… I just… Can you send… Can you send Henry in? Just need to talk to him for a second.” I called still looking at myself in the mirror. My breath hitched again as I pictured myself walking out into the living room where everyone was waiting.

“You right babe?” Henry smiled as he peeked around the door. I looked away from the mirror, turning my head over my shoulder. “What’s the matter?” He stepped around the door, shutting it behind him.

“How do you know if you’re having an anxiety attack?” I moved my hands up and down, shaking my head. “Because I think I’m having one.”

“What?” 

“God, I’m stupid.” I shook my head. “How stupid was I to think I could walk out those doors and pretend this was me? That I would ever be comfortable showing this much skin, I haven’t shown this much skin since I was born.” I leant forward, stomach suddenly turning “Everyone is going to laugh at me.”  

“What was that?” 

“I can’t do this Henry.” I motioned down to the costume. “I can’t go out there in this, I look horrible.” 

“Are you mental?” He grabbed onto my shoulders and put me in front of the mirrors. “You look fantastic Y/N.” 

“Are you mental?” I shot back at him. “How am I supposed to walk out there and face everyone? I’ve seen how Elle looks, how all you boys look… How am I supposed to stand next to her, next to any of you.” I whispered trying to keep my voice down. 

“Firstly, you look ten times better than she does. Secondly, I don’t think anyone will be looking at any of us with you there.” He ran a hand comfortingly down my arm. “Come ere’.” He pulled me into his chest, arms wrapping around me. “You’re going to walk out of this room, and every set of eyes are going to be on you, no matter their sexual preference.” He pushed me back so he could look down at me. “You look amazing, I promise you Y/N.” 

“Henry…”

“Just trust me Y/N.” He smiled. “You ready?” 

“I think so,” I nodded my head. “Thanks.” 

“We’ll do it together.” He pulled me towards the door. “You really do look fantastic Y/N.”

“You’re just saying that so we can leave.” He cracked a smile and shook his head.

“I bloody am not.” 

“Let’s go in there, the parties started.” Jordan’s voice boomed through the door. “What are you guy’s doing in there, fucking?” 

“Shut the fuck up Jordan.” I heard Dean yell. “Show some damn respect.” 

“I’m ready,” I called back taking a deep breath through my nose watching as Henry pulled open the door. The fluorescent light from the kitchen hurt my eyes as I stepped out. “Sorry, I just needed him for a minute.” I looked over Dean and Jordan. “Nice costume boys.” I smiled at Jordan’s question mark suit and Dean’s fake muscles. 

“Fuck me…Y/N,” Jordan shook his head. 

“Is it too much?” I looked to Elle who was smiling her head off. “Elle said it was what she wore in the comics?”

“It is.” She piped up, her black cape swaying around her body. “It’s made off multiple illustrations I saw when I was researching.” 

“Y/N,” I turned to George whose eyes were on my chest… “You look.” He cleared his throat shrugging off his velvet purple dress coat. “You might need this.” He stumbled over his words. “Cold out,” I stepped forward and took the jacket. “Do you need help.” He moved behind me and helped me slip the jacket on. “You look…” He started again, words cutting off. 

“Let’s go, shall we? MacKay is officially lost for words.” I turned to Harry, his eyes were on my face. I couldn’t help myself but give him what I’m sure was a pathetic half-smile as George finished helping me with his jacket. 

“You all look great.” I looked over the group. Elle looked gorgeous in her Bat Girl outfit standing beside Harry with his black batman costume. “I’m sure you guys will get all the girls tonight.” I smiled at Dean and Jordan in their Superman and Riddler outfits. 

“What about me?” George whispered in my ear, I turned around and looked at him. Even in his own version of Heath Ledger’s Joker costume, he looked unbelievably hot. 

“We got two cars this time,” Harry called again. “C’mon Elle,” I turned in time to see him pulling Elle towards the door as he spoke, nearly running down the hallway. 

“Guess he can’t wait to get a drink.” Henry chuckled holding the door open for the rest of us as we filed out. 

“Never seen him run so bloody fast,” Dean added. “Not even on the field,” He chuckled.

“We should hurry. The cabs are probably waiting.” I smiled at Henry linking our arms together. “Ride with me?” I looked up at him, waiting for his answer.

“I’ll ride with you Y/N,” Henry and I both turned to look at Jordan as he levelled up beside us. “You look hot tonight Y/N.”

“Don’t even try it, Jordan.” Dean’s hand grabbed onto his shoulder pulling him backwards. “For that comment, you’re with Harry and Elle.”

“Don’t do that to me, I don’t want to be with the PDA King and Queen.”

“Shouldn’t have been a prick then.” He chuckled throwing an arm around his shoulder. “Enjoy the kiss, kiss, kissing.” He chuckled pulling the shorter guy in closer.

“C’mon let’s go party,” I called sarcastically to the group as I pulled Henry even faster down the hallway, to what I’m sure was a night of pure misery and horrible mistakes. 

Stale piss and old tennis shoes. 

From the minute we walked in the door’s it’s all I could smell, and no matter how much this place was scrubbed from top to bottom, I was sure the scent was never going to leave. No matter how much bleach was poured on the floor, scrubbed over the surfaces it would forever smell like stale piss and sweaty tennis shoes. 

At least to me, Maybe it doesn’t to other people. Maybe to others, it’s still a place of joy, and happiness no matter the smell, but to me, it was the same mundane, piss scented house I’d almost kissed Harry in. I know people come here to find love at the bottom of a whiskey filled glass, hoping for a night of meaningless passionless, lust-driven sex. Maybe sometimes they find it, maybe they don’t, but for me, this was not the place I wanted to spend my evening. 

The living room had been stripped of all its furniture, people stood on the empty floor and danced their way to the current pop hits. Couples smashed up against the wall hooking up with each other as shitty Christmas lights created a ‘mood’ I could only describe as a third class strip club you saw in those b-grade movies. 

“Come on Y/N, at least pretend to have fun.” Henry pulled at my hand, “This could be your promise land, any of these boys could be yours for the night.” He motioned around us as guys in costumes looked girls up and down as if they were some sort of meat on display at a butcher. “Maybe more, if you’re lucky.” He winked at me. 

“I feel naked. This is not a promised land, where I can meet new and interesting people, hold intelligent conversations with people. All it is a place for twenty-something-year-olds to come in the chance of getting a quick lay.” I bit back stomping my hell on the toes of some passerby who decided to grab my ass. “I’m going to get a drink,” I yelled over the loud obnoxious music. “I need to be wasted to be here.” 

“I’ll come,” George called over the music, grabbing onto my elbow as he began to lead me away. 

“As long as it ends up with me drinking alcohol that’s fine with me,” I called to him, watching as a girl shamelessly looked George up and down as we passed by her. “You looking for a girl tonight?”

“Are you offering?” He smirked over his shoulder. 

“Not me, the mouse back by the stairwell would be interested though, if you’re looking for someone I’m sure of it.” He stopped looking behind me to where the girl dressed as a mouse was pouting. 

“Not for me,”

“No?”

“No,” He grabbed onto my hand and gave it a quick squeeze. “I’m with you all night.”

“I’ve heard that before,” I muttered pushing past George and into the kitchen. I stopped midway through and examined the safest, less intrusive way to get to the counter where all the drinks were set up.

“You playing the games tonight?” George called into my ear, his breath hitting my lower neck as his hands fell onto my waist.  

“What are the games?”  

“Usual ones I think.” He tapped his hand against my hip and used his strength to drive me forward towards where two guys were handing out bottles of drink. “Cider?”

“Please.” 

“MacKay.” The guy smiled and clapped their hands together. “How ya doing man?” I began to fiddle with my costume, pulling at some of the garlands of ivy. “You two want a drink?”

“Cider.” George nodded. “This is Y/N.” George pulled me forward, under his arm. “Y/N, this is Dylan, and Kane they’re in a class with Harry and me.” He pulled me in tighter, like a proud mother showing off their golden child. “Y/N and I are from the same town.”

“Nice to meet you both.” I smiled awkwardly reaching out to take one of the offered bottles from Kane. 

“Nice costume Y/N, big fan of Ivy.” Kane smiled, his face hidden behind half of a Jason mask, “You might just have the best costume in the bag.”

“Oh no, I don’t want that.” I shook my head. “Like, at all.” 

“Really?” He raised his mask off his face, pushing it up to his head. “Most girls are looking to win.”

“Not this one,” I grimaced. “Literally the last thing I want.”

“Y/N, there you are.” Dean walked by and grabbed my shoulder pulling me to him “Need to borrow her for a second.” He looked at George. “Roommate stuff.” 

“What’s wrong?” I grabbed his hand pulling him to a stop. “You okay?” 

“You gotta come with me.” He shook his head trying to walk again. I waved at George, Kane and Jason as I let Dean pull me away. 

“Where are we going, Dean?”

“You gotta see this.” He shook his head, pulling me towards the stairs. “Knew I didn’t like her for a reason.” 

“Like who?”

“Elle,” He shouted stopping us at the bottom. He pointed upwards towards where people climbed up and down. “See the couple making out? Halfway up the stairs.” I squinted, trying to find who he was talking about. “Costume look familiar?” My eyes caught it, Elle’s batgirl costume, wrapped around someone who definitely wasn’t batman… Someone who definitely wasn’t Harry. 

“No fucking way,” 

“What are you two staring at?” 

“No one,” I shouted. “I mean, nothing.” I grabbed onto Harry and pulled him into me, his back to the stairwell. 

“Y/N, what are you doing?” 

“I just need a hug.” I held Harry’s head to my chest, watching as Elle continues to make out with the stranger. “How you doing?” I asked pulling him tighter. 

“Mefh hefd if in four fits.”

“Huh?” 

“Mefh hefd if in four fits.”

“What?”

“He said, My head, is in your tits,” Dean cleared his throat. “I’m pretty sure.”

“Oh.” I pushed him away, head moving out of my cleavage. “Sorry.” I dropped my arms and held them behind my back. 

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, you know parties, aren’t really my thing.” 

“Right.” He nodded his head, biting his lips. “You seen Elle?”

“No, not me�� Dean, have you seen them?”

“Them?”

“Not them, her,” I shouted, correcting. 

“You okay?” He raised his eyebrow. 

“Peachy… Dean.” 

“No, haven’t… Sorry mate.”

“Why don’t we swipe a bottle of vodka and go have a smoke,” I suggested looking up the stairs anxiously.

“You don’t smoke…” George popped up over my shoulder shaking a bottle of vodka.

“No better time to start.” I smiled at George picking the vodka out of his hand. “Oh look at that, I’m double parked.” I brought the bottle of Cider to my lips downing the contents quickly. 

“You sure you’re okay?” I nodded as Harry looked into my eyes. Don’t crack Y/N, do not crack. 

“Roof?” George suggested taking the vodka back from me.

“Yeah, maybe we’ll see Elle on the way.” Harry piped up. 

“Last I saw her, she was at the bar talking to one of the girls from her class, Laura I think.” Dean rattled on as I peaked up the staircase to see Elle’s disappearing figure bounce up the top step. 

“Maybe I should look for her.” 

“No come on, let’s have a drink together… C’mon Harry you’ve been ignoring me for ages, surely I deserve some quality roommate time.” I pouted pulling on his cape. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” 

“Just enjoying the party,” I grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the staircase if this were any other time I would have been caught up with how it feels holding onto Harry’s hand, but this was another time, and I was trying to stop him from being hurt. “Up we go.”

Sweat. Smoke. Alcohol. Body Odour. 

That’s all that I could smell wherever I went, wherever I turned. Around me bodies moved pushing themselves up against any surface they could, grabbing onto other people as their bodies gyrated against another person. Even as we made our way up the stairs towards the roof. I could see the door it was so close. 

“There she is.” Harry’s resistance pulled me to a sudden stop. “Elle,” He waved his arms above his head. “Roof.” He called to her pointing upwards. “Five minutes,” I watched as she nodded her head, smiling sweetly.

Smiling as if the bitch hadn’t just had her tongue down some other guys throat. 

“What’s going on?” George whispered in my ear, hand resting on my hip.

“Elle and some guy,” I was cut off by Harry who drew back to me. “She coming?”

“Yeah,” He nodded his head, a ridiculous smile coming to his lips. 

“Great,” I gifted my teeth grabbing the bottle of George, twisting the cap off. “Let’s go then.” 

“Y/N, don’t drink all of it, you know what happens.” George chided as I pushed myself faster up the stairs, the bottle still to my lips as the liquid burnt my throat a little dribbled down my chin and down my chest. 

“What happens?” Dean asked George as I stepped out onto the roof. I looked around to him as the three of them stepped out behind me. George smiled at me, heartwarming… No, Y/N that’s just the vodka talking. 

“She tries to burn down settees.” George chuckled. 

“Only floral ones who belong to mothers.” I corrected passing the bottle to Harry. “George, do you have any smokes?”

“Going all out tonight Y/N.” He raised an eyebrow, pulling his packet from the top pocket of his dress shirt, passing it to me. 

“Call it self destruction,” I began to sway from side to side, feeling the vodka take over my body as my hips began to move to the loud Nelly song that played downstairs. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dance Y/N.” Dean laughed as he drank from his beer bottle, taking the bottle of vodka Harry offered him as he lent against the side of the house. 

“Dance with me?” I called out to him.

“Don’t dance.” He laughed shaking his head. “Unless I’m planning on sleeping with the girl.”

“No matter what I do, All I think about is you.” I began singing swaying my hips, playing with the ends of George’s jacket. “I haven’t heard this song in years.” I laughed at myself grabbing onto the jacket and pulling it off my shoulders. “Even when I’m with my boo all I think about is you.” I threw the jacket towards Dean and smiled over at Harry who’d taken the bottle back off Dean. “Sing it with me, Harry.”

“I’d rather enjoy the show.” He smiled looking me up and down as my hips continued to move.  

“Spoilsport.” I pouted swaying my hips regardless. “George?” 

“I don’t really dance, or sing.” 

“I can teach you.” He beamed at me as he walked towards me before grabbing my hand pulling me to him. 

“Didn’t know you liked Nelly?” 

“I don’t usually.” I shrugged and started to sway side to side, “But I’m pretty much half-naked, so I may as well make more of a spectacle of myself than usual.“ 

“You look the best out of anyone here,” George whispered in my ear before grabbing my hands and started to pull them above my head and make me move more freely.

“Shake it, baby.” Dean catcalled to George and me. 

“There you guy’s are.” George and I pulled apart looking over to Elle who burst out onto the roof, a guy, the guy she was making out with trailing behind her. “This is my friend Oliver.” Oliver was dressed as Al Capone, the complete opposite to sweet, sweet Harry. 

“You right mate.” Harry reached out and shook his hand. 

“Fucker,” I whispered, hands falling to George’s chest. 

“What was that?” George chuckled. 

“Huh,” I looked away from Oliver and up to George. “Oh, nothing. I’ll tell you later.”

“Or you could tell me now.” He whispered back. 

“You two alright? Whispering like mothers over there.” Oliver laughed as he walked towards us he extended his hand out towards George. “Oliver,”

“George.” George grabbed his hand and shot up and down in quick succession before turning his head to me.

“I’m Y/N.” 

“Nice to meet you Y/N.” 

“I wish I could say the same.” 

“Excuse me?” Olivers face shrivelled in confusion. 

“Y/N.” George chastised me. 

“I think what she meant was, it’s more than nice to meet you…” Dean pushed off the wall and walked over to us. “She’s always looking to make friends.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Isn’t that right, Y/N.” I pushed my lips together, holding my tongue between my teeth before nodding. 

“Lovely to meet you even.” I managed to mutter out after an awkward beat passed between us. “You know what, I heard the games are starting soon, and dancing.” I looked across to George. “Should we dance? We should dance.” I nodded my head. “Dean?” 

“Yeah, we should dance.” 

“Thought you said you didn’t dance,” Harry called out to Dean. 

“Gotta find a girl somehow, mate.” 

“They’re having a competition actually,” Oliver started. “You get a number, whoever gets the same number as you, is your partner, and whoever is best wins like 200 quid or something like that.” 

“Great, shall we.” Dean looked over at Elle and Harry. “You two love birds coming?” 

“You want too?”

“Yeah,” Elle smiled wrapping a hand around Harry’s waist. 

“You three go down, just need to talk to these two for a minute.” George blocked Dean and I. “Won’t be a tick.” 

“No worries, make it quick yeah? Don’t want to miss the games.” Called Oliver as he opened the door for Harry and Elle. As soon as it shut George spun to us.

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Don’t worry mate, just leave it.”

“Y/N?” 

“Don’t tell him Y/N, it’ll only make it worse.”

“Make what worse?” 

“Y/N.” Dean spurned. “We can tell him another time.” I nodded my head. 

“Another time, George.” 

“Are you serious?” George’s jaw was pretty much hanging open. “Y/N, you can trust me.”

“I know, I know, but trust me when I saw this is for the greater good.” I grabbed onto his hand. “I promise, tomorrow we will tell you everything.” George was quiet for a second, I could tell he was deliberating between continuing the argument or succumbing to finding out the next day. 

“Fine.” He cleared his throat, throwing the burnt-out cigarette on the ground. “Let’s go find a drink, then play this game.” 

“Or we could just chug the rest of the vodka between us and then go find them?” Dean suggested. 

And that is exactly how we ended up squished into the living room while a slightly overweight Darth Vader read out the rules of the dance competition. 

“The name of the game is ‘Sex on the dance floor’ with that name in mind you and your partner must be touching at all times, but you are not permitted to have sex. You and your partner stop touching, you’re out.” He stopped reading and pointed around the room. “Anyone dressed in a Clone costume.” A guy in a white suit waved. “Is a judge, you get tapped, you leave. Simple.” 

“So he says,” Dean whispered in between mine and George’s head. “He’s clearly never tried to dirty dance with a stiff before.” 

“A stiff what?” I hissed back, eyes keeping on Vader. 

“Y/N.” Dean chuckled. “You’re too cute.” 

“When you all walked in, you were given a slip of paper, open them up.” Dean, George and I opened our papers. “Find your partner, we start in five.”

“Number fourteen.” I read aloud. Peaking over to Deans. “Number thirty-two… How many people are in this completion.” 

“A lot.” He looked at George’s. “Number fifteen.” So close. 

“There you guy’s are.” I looked up from my paper to see Harry, Oliver and Elle pushing their way through the crowd. 

“What numbers did you get?” Elle held the crisp white paper in front of her. “Oliver and I got number six.” 

“Fourteen.”

“Fifteen.”

“Thirty-two.” George, Dean and I chorused. “Any match up?” He grabbed Harry’s. “Twenty-eight… Damn… Imagine if you have to grind and bump with a guy, who wasn’t me.”

“It’d break my heart,” Harry chuckled pulling Dean into a headlock. 

“Sorry.” A guy pushed his torso into our group. “Did someone here say they had Fourteen?” I nodded my head. “My girlfriend is fourteen,”

“Oh. That’s cool.” 

“Y/N, babe.” George laughed. “I think he wants to swap,”

“Oh, yeah. Shit of course.” I gave him the slip and took the one he held out in return. “Twenty-one.” 

“How are we going to find these numbers?” 

“NUMBER TWENTY-EIGHT.” Dean’s voiced boomed. “LOOKING FOR NUMBER TWENTY-EIGHT.” 

And so it went, Dean played the matchmaker right until it was just George and I left. 

“Still no one.” 

“Sorry Y/N, at least you can be with George.” I saw a devilish smirk as he turned and dragged the blonde bombshell he was with away from us. 

“What do you say?” George held out his hand as the music began. “Partner?”

“Sure, but first I need a drink, all the numbers ruined my buzz.” He shook his head, grabbing my hand and pulling me back to him.

“Shut up and dance.” George had my breath hitching with the way that he pressed against me. His hands came to a rest on my hips, fingertips ticking my lower back. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling his six-pack as they tensed under his tight shirt. 

Turn around Y/N, don’t let him see what he’s doing to you.

I spun around, pressing my back to his front, smiling when his hands wrapped themselves tighter around me. With more alcohol than blood running through my veins, the things that came to mind were anything but G rated, even for a virgin. 

“Didn’t know you could move like this Y/N,” George whispered in my ear. I ignored it and continued to swap my hips, George and I’s conjoined hand hanging over my shoulder. 

“Neither did I.” It was true, I’d never danced like this before. The next song blurred into the last and we didn’t stop, George kept his arms wrapped firmly around my waist. My eyes closed as I leaned my head onto his shoulder. My free hand holding onto his forearm as we swayed together in time to the beat. George’s hands left my waist and ran up my ribs, pushing my hair off my neck, before running back down my ribs once more resting back on my hips. I felt his breath on my neck, heavy and warm. It made goosebumps rise in its wake, then when I felt his lips my legs shook a little. 

“George, what are you doing?” I felt his tongue touching the skin on my neck. I pulled away turning to him. He chuckled, looking surprised. 

“What?” My hands run up his chest again, touching his cheek. “Y/N,” He whispered, just loud enough to be heard over the music. He leaned in, my eyes closed automatically. I felt his hot breath on my lips and then felt his lips brush gently over mine. 

“We can’t,” I whispered just as our lips were about to touch again. His forehead rested on mine. Eyes opening to meet mine. “I want to.” 

“Then why not?” 

“We’re friends, remember George.” His hand ran up to the back of my neck, holding onto it. “Let’s just be friends.” 

“Friends kiss all the time, Y/N.” I spun around so my back was pressed to his front, “It’s just a kiss,”

“Is that all they are to you?” George spun me back around, his hands pulling my waist closer to him. 

“What else should they be?” Don’t do this Y/N. It’s not worth it. 

“You’re right,” I whispered, lips running along his jaw. “It’s just a kiss, nothing else.” 

“Nothing else,” George nodded. “Just a kiss,” He leant his forehead against mine, “Cure my curiosity Y/N,”

I could do this, just a kiss. One perfect kiss with George… 

Without thinking I lent forward and pressed my lips to his. They were soft, but hard from the pressure he used to countermine. I opened my lips to bite onto his bottom lip. George groaned and pulled my body closer, keeping us swaying to the music. One of his hands moved down and wrapped around my waist the other wound into my hair. I pulled away, my mind running on a high from him, from the kiss. George’s lips moved from my lips to my cheeks kissing everywhere they touched before they reached my neck, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck moving the trail of ivy vines from my costume aside, before coming back to my lips. If someone told me that one of the best first kisses I would ever have would be with George MacKay, a boy every girl in my home town wanted, I would have laughed in their face, but here I was on some dark, grimy dance floor, dressed in a costume I thought I’d never wear, with his hips pushing into mine, kissing him like it was my dying wish. My hands were pushing up George’s shirt, allowing me access to the skin underneath as I pulled his lips back to mine. He licked and nibbled on my bottom lip, begging for me to open my lips, when I didn’t he pulled away and kissed over to my ear. 

“Ivy, Joker… You’re out.” Overweight Darth Vader screamed from the podium. George didn’t pull away, his hands pushing my hips towards the nearby wall, stepping us backwards until my back pushed into it, his lips going back to mine. 

“Sorry we lost the contest,” I whispered, George, pulled away, his hands lingering on my chin, 

“Fuck the contest.”

[ficstogo]

Sorry II

Pairing: The Riddler x Reader

Word Count: 1,965

Summary: This is an alternate ending that was requested by someone on Wattpad.

Warnings: Near death

Original Ending

With all the anger inside him boiling up, cane still in his hands he turned around abruptly and swung his dominant arm with all the force he had and all the anger in that one swing, it came to a full stop against a head that had no business with that metal cane. The cane with red on it. Everything went unnoticed to Edward until a sudden thud broke the silence that he needed. The fogginess that filled his mind cleared up a bit slowly. Realizing that there was nothing in front of him his eyes slowly looked to the one direction that he hoped nothing would be there. They met. Cold, wide, bloodshot, blue eyes met red.

“Y/N…Y/N.” he said calmly. “Y/N wake up… Stop that. Wake up Y/N. That’s not funny.”

“…”

“I’m being serious Y/N.” he said as if calling out a child who hasn’t been following directions. “You’re getting on my nerves with this.”

“…”

“…”

Clank. The metal cane took rest on the floor that contained an empty vessel. He dropped to his knees looking down. What had he done? His hand went towards yours touching the warm flesh sliding up to your arms and finally resting your head on his lap. His hands rested on your cheeks with his thumbs rubbing the soft skin he loved. In that moment, he had realized that all that time that he had been with you, there was no notable memory to be fond over, especially from your end, he can believe. But if he ever did think back, it would always lead to you, your beauty, your faithfulness, the things you do for him, the fact that you put up with him at all. No matter how cliche it sounded, in this dark line of work, you were the light that keeps him as sane as he is.

As he leaned down to kiss your face, his left hand had slid down to your neck. His concern to give you all the affection that you weren’t awake to enjoy had subsided when he realized what was going on underneath his thumb. It was faint, yet it kept pulsing to where it was noticed.

A sure sign of life.

A sure sign that you would live on.

He could feel his heart beating as well as the adrenaline starting to kick in. Lifting you off the dirty cold floor, he headed out the door and straight to the nearest facility that would ensure that your life would be saved. How pathetic of him to immediately claim defeat, that you had died without a fighting chance. If the argument from earlier didn’t show how robust you are to argue with a dangerous criminal that has killed before, he didn’t know what else would show.

.~.~.~.~.~.

Through the doors he ran, where nurses and doctors walked right past as well as patients being scattered across Gotham General while he still held your being in his arms. Never did he thought that the reason for him to be in the emergency room would be for somebody else and not for his own devious purposes. Never did he thought that he would do anything for somebody that he cares for. In fact, never did he thought in all his life that he would actually care for someone other than himself. Bad experiences had he learned about love. His family being the root of all things.

“H-Help!” His voice…Oh God…It sounded so weak. He never heard his voice sound so weak and scared. The only time he’s ever heard it be that way was whenever he was with his father. But that was so long ago….

“Help! Please!” His pleas were answered as a group of medical professionals swarmed him, placing your body on stretcher and heading to the nearest room in hopes of saving your life. Rushing along with them, Edward explained as to what had occurred earlier in the evening as his eyes were focused on your unconscious self. He felt a hand press against his chest stopping him from his journey to recovery with you. His tall figure looked down at the small nurse in front of him as his eyebrows furrowed into a desperate look of confusion.

“Excuse me, I have to be with her.”

“I’m sorry sir, but I can’t allow you to go any further.”

“Maybe your feeble mind didn’t comprehend as to what I just said but I assure you that my presence is most definitely needed. Now unless you want me to put you in a death trap, I suggest you let me go.” With that, he pushed past the nurse as her face grew with shock. Too determine to be by your side, Edward didn’t realized that what he said would blow his low profile that he had since he broke out of Arkham.

The nurse shaking out of her shock, ran towards the front desk grabbing the phone out of one of the receptionist’s hand announcing overhead “Code Blue! We are in a Code Blue! I need all security at the east entrance! I repeat! I need all security at the east entrance!” He done it now. Looking around he saw that everyone was in a panic as the noise level had rose with the sound of rushing foot steps, the barks of orders from doctors and nurses, and questions from concerned patients. Edward then noticed men in uniforms come toward to where he had entered with the nurse now pointing to his directions. If only he had his muscle here. Query and Echo would have easily taken this baboons down.

In this entire madness, Edward made a run for it as security finally realized what was happening. Making erratic lefts and rights, Edward pushed through all the civilians that were in his way while pushing them and other objects into security to make his escape. Far ahead he turned into an empty hall where the patients were cleared from their rooms. With what little time he had until security can catch up, Edward tried one of the doors only to land himself inside one of the janitorial closets. Lucky him. Trying hard to steady his panting breath, he kept quiet as he heard them run toward his direction. Morons they all are.

“Spread out! We can’t lose him!” hearing them disperse, Edward waited to catch his breath and wipe the sweat that had produced over his brow. Physical activity was not his forte. None of this would be happening if he hadn’t been such a condescending brat…

Turning the handle slowly, Edward peeked out to see if anyone was left hanging around. With everything cleared, he made a quick yet quiet dash out. Making his way down to another hallway, he stopped in front of map looking for the nearest exit out of this circus. Freedom was right done the hall, and lord did he ran like hell right through it setting off the alarm.

.~.~.~.~.~.

It was all over the news that night like anything that would involve a rouge. Everything was in chaos, something the Joker would have liked. Everyone was warned to keep a look out for The Riddler and call GCPD if they knew or saw anything. What puzzled them was why The Riddler, who had killed several people before without care or hesitation, bothered to bring someone to Gotham General. It was a mystery all on its own, one that The Batman would like to figure out as he interviewed the nurse that started the whole fiasco. She was frightened at first, seeing the tall, dark figure loomed over her, only to be assured by Commissioner Gordon that all he wanted was answers and with the information she provided for him, Batman was one step closer to figuring out where The Riddler is.

.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.

Changing out of his usual green and purple attire, Edward decided to fit himself into old raggedy sweater and a pair of slacks as to not blow his cover once more. She must be worried, having been there without a clue as to what had gone on. In a dark coat, Edward made his way to Gotham General with some tools to bypass security. With him now being the most sought out rogue out of all the others, he made to sure to get all his information and think ahead of this current spell he was in, although, Gotham General isn’t the most difficult of places to enter.

It was late when he entered through the exit door that was nearest to your room, already knowing that you would either be in a coma or be asleep, he’d take the latter when seeing you. Entering the dark room, Edward went forward and turned on one of the lamps provided. They gave her a decent room. At least she isn’t sharing it with anyone. I’ll have to remember to ask them to put her somewhere better.

There you were. Eyes closed, paler than before. Probably from the blood loss. There goes his stomach, flipping and ready to upheave whatever food that he ate. Did I even eat today? He took a seat on your bed, feeling the regret wash over him even stronger than the nights previous whenever he sat and stared at the wall with nothing but his thoughts. He reached for your hand, as nervous as the first time that he reached for it. Against his palm did this time he felt warmth and with that he released the breath he was holding. He didn’t know why he expected you to be cold, maybe because he was expecting the worst in things like he usually does.

“You can come on out. I knew you would be there waiting for me.” Even with all the regret and crippling sadness, his soft yet confident voice did not waver. He refused to show Batman that side of him. Without looking back to him, Edward kept his focus on you, rubbing his thumb against your soft hand asking “What’s her diagnosis?”

In a small moment of silence, he finally responded to the question that Edward already knew the answer to. “She’s suffered a brain hemorrhage. Waited any longer and she would have died. Prognosis states that she might make a full recovery in months time.”

Even in the light of such news, it still didn’t lift any weight off off his mind nor his heart. In the end, it was all his fault and nothing would change that.

“Who is she Edward?”

He thought as his mind started to mold an answer. You were his. You were his treasure, his love, his equal. “She’s just a girl I know.” That was all he can say. He leaned forward and hesitantly pressed his chapped lips on your forehead. Standing up and looking down at your form, he took a step back to enter the dark with the creature who started this whole mess to begin with.

“Don’t you want to say a few things?” There was plenty to say. So much that it would take an eternity. But was the point? You wouldn’t be awake to witness his deep remorse and see the millions of apologies he would drool all over in order for you to know how much he deeply cared. No, that can wait until he can get his hands on pen and paper, or no, he can wait until he sees you again, him out of Arkham and you fully awake and conscious.  

“No. There’s nothing to say.”

As the light shone on you, Edward was left in the dark with The Bat ready to take him back to the hell hole that is Arkham.

And in all this dreadful darkness, you were the light that showed the way.

[sebeth]

Crisis On Infinite Earths #5

Warning, Spoilers Ahead…

 Psycho-Pirate’s master is very upset – he’s destroyed the two prime universes, murdered the Monitor, and he still isn’t able to level up!

The Monitor - via pre-recorded message – reveals the he used his death energies to create a netherverse that absorbed the Earth-1 and Earth-2 universes.  However, the two universes are merging and will cause the other’s destruction.

Alex Luthor (son of Earth-3 Lex Luthor and Lois Lane) reveals the Monitor left him with instructions to save the two universes.  The rapidly aging Alex is now a teenager.

The Flash and Red Tornado are prisoners of the mysterious master.  Psycho-Pirate abuses poor Barry out of sheer boredom.

Lana Lang for WGBS-TV reports on the current insanity of the newly-created planet. In one city, you have dinosaurs, Neanderthals, Viking ships, blimps, horse-drawn carriages, and buildings from the 30th century.  

Sinestro himself has a “What the hell?” look on his face – and he’s seen some stuff!

Alex Luthor and Harbinger have gathered an assembly of heroes and villains.  Big two page spread of the assembly.  We have the Legion of Super-Heroes, the Outsiders, Infinity Inc., the Metal Men, Cave Carson & his team, the Teen Titans, the Sea Devils, the survivors of Easy Company, Dr. Light II, Swamp Thing, All-Star Squadron, Ragman, Riddler, Captain Boomerang, Kamandi, Rag Doll, Star Sapphire, the Persuader, Elongated Man, Steel, Hawkman, Hawkwoman, Captain Comet, B’Wana Beast, Bir Sir, Solomon Grundy, the Mist, Aqualad, Tula, Lori Lemaris, the Blackhawks, Phantom Stranger, the Cheetah, Robotman, Per Degaton, Dr. Polaris, the Creeper, Cinnamon,  Monsieur Mallah, Phobia, the Legion of Substitute Heroes, Batgirl, Batman, Earth-2 Robin, Earth-2 Superman, Earth-2 Huntress, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern (John Stewart), Martian Manhunter, Celsius, Arion, Scalphunter, Green Arrow, Killer Frost, Firestorm, Deathstroke, and Plastic Man.

The main thing I love about George Perez’s artwork – the man is not afraid to draw a large group of characters.   The groups are never standing in straight formation either.  The characters are reacting and interacting.  A few examples:

1)      Easy Company is clearly freaked out by Swamp Thing.

2)      Beast Boy (Changeling) re-uniting with the missing Cyborg.

3)      Aqualad and Tula assisting Lori Lemaris.  Lori can’t stand because she’s a mermaid.

4)      Solomon Grundy is very annoyed.

5)      Couples are standing next to each other: Nightwing/Starfire, Brainiac 5/Supergirl, Lightning Lad/Saturn Girl, Bouncing Boy/Duo Damsel, etc.

6)      Elongated Man, Plastic Man, and the Metal Men are using their stretching abilities to great effect.

Lois Lane – also from WGBS-TV – interviews people on the street:  Tomahawk and Grixx of Ceti Alpha 6.   Poor Tomahawk doesn’t even know he what a television is – only moments ago he was fighting with George Washington’s troops.

Back to the assembled heroes.  Adding to the roll call:  Sargon the Sorcerer, Firehawk (the Western character), Black Orchid, Gizmo, Deadman, Gypsy, Penguin, Brother Blood, Validus, Jemm (Son of Saturn), Amethyst, the Warlord (Travis Morgan), Catwoman, the Atom (Ray Palmer), Jonah Hex, Vibe, Captain Cold, Earth-2 Wonder Woman, Ocean Master, Dolphin, and Black Canary.

We take a quick peek at Rann where Adam Strange battles monsters from the pre-historic era.

Superman steps up with the big hero speech: “Maybe I’m wrong talking for everyone but I will. Send us back. Let the doubters decide. But I promise you this, if we can save the worlds that remain, we will!”

The series has consistently shown Superman as the standard bearer of the DC Universe – the one you turn to when the end of the world is here. It has also demonstrated the struggles Clark has with the role: he has fears and vulnerabilities but has to ignore it and order to be the “shining light” for the other heroes.

A team of Green Lanterns, including Arisia and Katma Tui, arrive on Oa.  They discover the Guardians in stasis but are quickly taken out themselves.  

Lois Lane is attacked by a sabretooth tiger but is quickly saved by Earth-1 and Earth-2 Superman.  

Rip Hunters and his Time Masters are adrift in time.

Alfred and Jason Todd call for aid as Anthro, Embra, and a host of Neanderthals are invading Wayne Manor! Batman responds and he brings back-up. The back-up consists of Earth-2 Robin, Earth-2 Huntress (logical as they know the secret identity and are part of the family, Katana & Halo of the Outsiders (Batman’s team, also in on the identity), Nuklon (he’s trustworthy), Per Degaton, Kung, the Brain and Monsieur Mallah, Poison Ivy, Plastique, and Weather Wizard.  What?! Bruce is obviously not concerned about maintaining his secret identity at this point.

We have a brief panel of Batman putting his arm around Jason Todd’s shoulders. Jason is in civilian attire, not in his costumed identity. Earth-2 Robin (an adult Dick Grayson) is clearly looking at the duo with an unhappy “Who are you” expression. Again, George Perez – master of small details.

Unfortunately, my adorkable Anthro has no dialogue. The world is missing out on what would have been an awesome Alfred-Anthro interaction.

Starfire, Sun Boy, Firebrand, Firestorm, Polar Boy, and Killer Frost head to the Soviet Union to assist Red Star.  Killer Frost has reverted back to her lovable “I will kill you all” self.

Red Star refuses the aid until Starfire reminds him: “It’s our world. Please, we have to work together if we’re to save any of us.”

Red Star concedes: “Your words should be heeded by all. I apologize. You are right. Perhaps if we all survive, the politicians will remember this cooperation and build a better world for us all.”

Good luck with that!

Psycho-Pirate is still picking on my poor sweet Barry.  Meanwhile, the master is transforming the Red Tornado from machine into a primal force.

The Legion, The Justice Society, Zatana, and Sargon are attempting to combat the out of control weather only to discover that it’s being caused by the Red Tornado. Wildcat’s spine is shattered by a lightning bolt – he will never walk again.  We also get a quick two panel glimpse of Yolanda Montez.  Yolanda will become the second Wildcat.

The heroes and villains unite to save the universe.  Alex Luthor informs the group there are five universes that need to be saved.  

The master reveals himself to Psycho-Pirate and Flash:  Call me…the Monitor!”   A very corpse-like Monitor.

We end on Earth-X: “An earth where World War Two had continued for more than forty years.” AKA the home of the Freedom Fighters (Uncle Sam, Phantom Lady, The Ray, the Human Bomb, and Black Condor).  

So…Five Universes to save…

We have:

1)Earth One

2)Earth Two

3) Earth X

4) Earth F – Marvel Family

5) Earth C – Charlton characters – Blue Beetle, Captain Atom, Question, Nightshade

Earth One and Earth Two are DC’s golden and silver age characters. The remaining three earths feature characters from various comic book publishers DC bought out over the years: Charlton, Fawcett, Quality, etc.

[theabominableblogger]

My Reaction to “Gotham” S2E19

Yep.  Told ya I’d get this one up.

AN:  I managed to record my reactions to this episode and hopefully I can transcribe what I said into this post.

Whoa....

What the....

“Has there been any improvement since he [Theo] woke up yesterday?”  “No.  But he's wonderful, isn't he?“  I... I wouldn’t say that...

“The Will and Order of St. Dumas.”  What?

*Jim stops by Arkham*  Oh SNAAAAAPPP!

“Pinewood Farms was started by Thomas Wayne in an attempt to cure humanity's greatest ailments on the genetic level old age, disease, even death.”  “But that's not what happened, is it?“  *snaps sassy Z-line in the air*  No it ain’t!

“Karen said the program tried to play God, and you [Hugo] ended up creating monsters.”  “I was just a researcher with no knowledge of that until it was too late.“  Uhh, ha ha, no.

“I’m [Jim] not here for a therapy session, Professor.”  Thank you.

“No.  It’s more like an interrogation by a man who is no longer a police officer.”  Ohh!

“[Jim] You're trying to make up for the sins of your past, and you believe that this case will somehow bring about your own personal redemption.”  *grimaces*

“Victor Fries is dead, Mr. Gordon.”  Well that is a lie.

“Really?  I saw him last night.”  Thank you!

“I [JIm] can read tells, too.  [Hugo] You’re lying.”  *claps and points at screen*  Yeeess!

Oh there it is!  There’s the theme!

*Ed explains to Aaron that the other inmate’s personality is not him via pretending to scold the air AKA “Lucy”*  OK, this is actually not a bad way to diffuse the situation.

Look at Ed being the negotiator when it comes to situations in Arkham! 

*claps*

“Go to hell, Ed.”  Thank you!

“Nobody beats me.”  Really?

“I [Jim] did.  See you never, Ed.”  Hahahaha!

There’s the Jim Gordon I know!

“What has no hands but might knock on your door, and you better open up if it does?“  Fate?

“I [Ed] can help you [Hugo] take him [Jim] down.“  You better not!

*One of the inmates tries to lick Ed*  EEEWWW!!

*Ed explains to Hugo how he manipulated the other inmates by simply listening to them and what they want*  Holy crap, Ed!

This is the Riddler!

“Everyone has a story...”  Azrael?

Ed, what did you do?

“We have got to give him [Theo] a great, heroic story.”  “We need to give him a good heroic dose of Thorazine, but you're [Hugo] the boss.“  ...Yes.

Uhhh.... is this a good idea??

“Hello?”  *in best Hugo Strange voice*  It’s me.

WHOA

“Don’t you [Theo] feel a father’s love when I [Hugo] look into your eyes?” *in high pitched voice* NOT REALLY!

“No. No. There is another life. There is a sister, a high tower-”  *puts hands on head in shock*  Ohhh, he [Theo] remembers Tabitha!

Whoaaa ho ho hoooo... oh my gosshhh...

“This man [Hugo] ordered my parents' death?  You're sure?“  Why would Hugo Strange order the deaths of Thomas and Martha Wayne?

“Bruce, I [Jim] know you're frustrated, but we need to do this the right way.”  “The right way? And how many times did that fail with Galavan?“  HOOO!!

“We'll work on Barnes, get him to sign off on a warrant and put Strange away for good.  The right way.“  Where are they gonna put Strange if they do arrest him?  Blackgate?  Probably not Arkham.

Is this immersion therapy [the St. Dumas video Strange is showing Azrael]?

AN:  The video actually reminded me of the conversion video from the video game “Outlast” (and no, I’m putting a link of that video in because it is also a trigger video from a disturbing game- a game that I’ve only seen gameplays for and don’t actually plan on playing anytime soon).

“This Dumas character was made a saint, performed a lot of miracles and so forth. And one of the miracles was bringing Azrael back to life.”  “I [Miss Peabody] still prefer Thorazine.“  Heeheehee!

What the heck did they do to Theo’s face?  Was that from when they re-stitched his face back together after removing the umbrella from the back of his head??

*Ed watches Miss Peabody take Aaron down to Indian Hill*  Oooohhh...

Oh my God, is this gonna be how Ed escapes?  Please do not follow them!

Yeah, where are they taking Aaron?

Waaait, they’re taking him to Azrael!  Oooohhhh...

Oh I like that shot of Ed with the rose-tinted windows behind him.

*Aaron meets Azrael*  Oh.  Snaaaappp...

“I [Hugo] am crafting your [Azrael’s] armor as we speak, but first, your skills must be tested.“  NOOO, he’s gonna kill Aaron!!

*gasps when Azrael knocks out Aaron with the briefcase*

“Not exactly what I had in mind, but good enough.  Try opening the chest, my son.“  Hahahaha...

[It’s like in “Hercules”]  “USE YOUR HEAD!”  “Riightt...”

Hahaha, this is exactly what happened!

“The Sword of Sin.  Your [Azrael’s] ally and instrument of justice, a vanquisher of evil for generations.  She thirsts for blood.”  How’d they get a sword?

“My lord, I [Azrael] am the Angel of Death.  James Gordon dies... tonight.”  Hooo!

Why would they [the GCPD] let the press anywhere near the crime scene?  That is way too close!

Where is the tape?  Where is the line?

“Listen, kid- Mr. Wayne- I [Barnes] don't care how much money or pull you have in this town.  I'm through talking to him [Jim].”  “Are you through listening to the truth?“  Whooo...

“What are you [Ed] gonna do with all this stuff, anyway?”  That’s a good question...

“I think Professor Strange is hiding something.  And I think that something is a secret way out of this dump.  So I'm gonna use this stuff to find it.“  This is totally like Jim Carrey-level Riddler right here... and I like this better than the actual Jim Carrey Riddler!

I like the Riddler better than Ed.  What’s goin’ ON?!?

“[JIm] You self-righteous punk.  You think you have all the answers?  Maybe you should run it yourself!”  “Maybe I will one day.“  HE DOES!

*softly gasps when the precinct lights go out*

“Who’s there?”  OH SNAP!

Here’s my question:  how did Hugo Strange get all the armor for Azrael?

If this armor’s bulletproof, I swear to God...

WHOA!

Grab his [Azrael’s] cape!

*Azrael leaps out of the precinct*  Whoa...

Masked man in a cape- Bruce, do not take any ideas from this for Batman!

“Calls himself Azrael.  Wants to kill me [Jim].  We know Hugo Strange is responsible.“  Do you?

“Excuse me, Captain.  I [Bruce] find your flippant attitude to be inappropriate.“  Hoo hoo hooo!

“I [Jim] can't make the moves I need to make if I'm worrying about you [Bruce].  You need to be at home, where Alfred can look after you.“  Bruce is like “...no... I’m never liking this.  When has there ever been a situation that I liked?”

Whoa!  Oswald, what the heck happened to you?

*gasps when Azrael gets flashbacks of his past life*

Whoaaa!

“I'm [JIm] not a cop anymore, remember?  I don't need to follow your [Barnes’s] orders.“  No, but you’re a citizen now, technically.

Through the Looking Glass?  We’re getting a sneak peek of Mad Hatter this season?

Dutch angle!

If Azrael tries to storm the GCPD to get Jim, I swear to God..

*The lights go out*  Oh snap, are you freaking kidding me?

Yeah, that’s freaking him [Azrael].  Hooooly crap.

He’s gonna bust through that window-

*Azrael crashes through the window*  Oooohhh!!

Oh he’s [Azrael] gonna do the superhero landing.  Wait for it!

Oh he didn’t- THERE WE GO!

*claps*  WHOO!  Superhero landing!

How do they not recognize Theo’s voice?

*gasps when Azrael butchers one of the cops*

Whoa!

*Barnes knocks Azrael to the ground*  Oh, go Barnes!

“We need a bigger gun.”  *laughing*  Yeah...

You’re gonna have to like nuke him!

Oh yeah, like a freaking pipe [wedged in the door handles] is gonna stop Azrael.  When he can literally punch a hole through the door!

[Barnes] Do not go at freaking Azrael WITH A PIPE.

“Let’s dance.”  *after a five second pause*  Put on your red shoes and dance the blues...  let’s sway!

*gasps when Barnes knocks Azrael to the ground*  Oh snap!

He’s [Barnes] gonna see his [Azrael’s] face!

*gasps when Azrael stabs Barnes in the knee*

NOOOOO!  NOOOO oh my God!

Nooooo!

*Jim comes onto the rooftop*  Ohhh snaaaappp...

This better not the end of the freaking episode.  I’m gonna riot.

“Come to me [Azrael], and I will show you [Jim] the way to hell.”  “I know the way.“  Whoooo....

*Jim manages to shoot Azrael off the rooftop*  OooohhhH!

*gasps when Azrael falls on top of the news van*

Nah, no no no no, Barnes ain’t freaking dying nope!  We’re not doin’ this.

*Tabitha, Butch, and Barbara go through the TV channels*  OH SNAP!  They’re gonna see the TV!

What the heck...

“OK, she [Barbara] scares me [Butch].”  Heeheehee!

“Do we have any limes?”  HAHAHAHA!

Oh my God, Oswald’s gonna go after hiiiimm [Azrael] ...

*counts off with fingers*  Wait, so Jim’s going after him, Hugo Strange is going after him, probably Tabitha’s gonna go after him to... teach him his humanity, Bruce is probably gonna go after him....

“Strange must be behind this.”  He’s always behind this.

“What the hell is happening to our city?”  That’s a very good question, Alfred!  You should ask that every single freaking time!

*trying not to laugh*  What the heck is this music?

*ends up boogie-ing to music while laughing*  This music!

AN:  It’s “I’m Looking Over a Four Leaf Clover” by Mitch Miller

Is Ed gonna encounter Azrael at the end of this episode?  Hoooly snot!

Hiii Indian Hill...

“Oh my.”  Oh my, indeed.

That’s a really good shot of Ed in the middle of the aisle

Oooooh, is this Jim’s leitmotif?

*puts hands around mouth* CGI TRANSITION PANNING SHOT!

*Azrael stands on top of the bridge overlooking the city*  Oh my God... that’s a freaking Batman pose!

*Azrael brings about the end logo by flourishing his cape*  YOOOO!!!

*about ready to lose voice*  That was so much Batman!  Before we even get Batman!  Aaaaahhh ha ha...

*jams out to ending theme*

[thelittleredheadedmusician]

She’s a Bombshell Blonde & I’m James Bond

Happy Holidays!!! I was @hellahousecat‘s Young Justice secret Santa! One of your prompts was a song that I love that reminds me of a character or ship. Songs always tend to remind me of characters so this was really fun to write! The song I choose was Bombshell Blonde by Owl City and it always reminds me of Wally & Artemis. I really hope that you enjoy this! Words: 2,871 Ship: Spitfire Rating: G

Wally flung the cabinet doors open and closed them just as quickly. Moving from one cupboard to the next he managed to search the entire kitchen in a matter of seconds. Unfortunately, no new food had appeared from the time he checked a minute ago until now. With a sigh Wally turned to go and collapse facedown on the couch.

With his eyes closed, wallowing in self-pity, he never saw Artemis enter the room and was only altered to her presence when she tickled him causing Wally to flail off the couch. He yelped as he tumbled to the floor.

Artemis laughed as she walked around the back of the couch, reaching out a hand to pull him off the carpeting.

“What was that for?” Wally grumbled, taking her hand and letting her pull him to his feet.

“Sorry, Baywatch. I just couldn’t resist.”

“Babe,” Wally gave her his most wounded pout.

Artemis just raised a single eyebrow at him. “That face might work on Robin but I am immune.”

Wally stumbled back from her in mock surprise, he saw her roll her eyes but the twitch of her lips gave away her amusement. “The bromance is real. Don’t mock the bromance.”

“Ok, ok! I won’t mock the bromance,” she snorted.

“In all seriousness, the heck?” Wally asked, spreading his arms and motioning to the now empty couch.

“I’ve got us a mission. From Batman himself. You know, for date night since it’s my turn to plan something,” Artemis sounded smug, but her smile gave away her uncertainty at the idea. Or more specifically, her uncertainty that Wally was going to like it.

“You got Bats to ok a mission for us? For date night? Have I mentioned I love you? And that you scare me?”

Artemis smiled and reached an arm out to lightly shove his shoulder. Wally just grinned back at her. “C’mon, I’ll even buy you pizza beforehand.”

“You had me at date night.”

Artemis shook her head and grabbed Wally’s hand, pulling him through the cave to the zeta tubes.

As they sat in the little Happy Harbor pizzeria Wally inhaled an extra-large meat lovers special and Artemis outlined the mission. There was a charity gala at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York that night and she and Wally had tickets. What’s more is she and Wally had formal attire so that they could blend in and monitor the crowd because Batman had gotten a tip or, more likely, scared some goon into telling him that the Riddler was planning to rob the attendees. They were to stop Riddler if he tried anything but –  more importantly – catch him before he was able to put his plan in motion.

“So, wait a second, why aren’t he and Rob just handling this then?” Wally asked, with only half his mouth full.

Artemis shrugged and snatched one of his pizza slices. “He didn’t say and when I asked Rob he gave me some convoluted answer about it being out of their territory and that the night is dark vengeance, but the night also has prior commitments and a butler that could kill?”

Wally snorted and almost choked on his pizza, having to take a hasty sip of his water to keep from coughing.

“That mean something to you?”

“Only that Rob gets his sass from his grandpa.”

“Uh huh,” Artemis gave him a questioning look but decided to continue with the plan. “So, we get to dress up, play spy, keep the Riddler from ruining everyone’s night, and have some fun. If things go badly, we kick some people’s butts. If things go well, we get to kick some people’s butts.”

“Win-win,” Wally said with a grin.

Artemis smiled back at him. “You’re just excited that I’m willingly wearing a dress.”

“If I have to wear a bow tie I better not be the only one suffering.”

Artemis threw her head back as she laughed and Wally couldn’t help but smile. Sure they sparred a lot, both physically in training and verbally just about all the time, but Wally loved her. Their teasing was something that they’d both found they couldn’t live without not long after they first started dating. They had both made the conscious effort to not make their usual sarcastic quips about each other.

However, after a week the rest of the team sat them down for an intervention, things just weren’t the same and Wally and Artemis knew it too. Now they still made jokes, but at their own expense and not the other’s. They had also decided that if they were teasing each other about something it was because they liked it and weren’t making fun.

Now, they both laughed more, and Wally loved it. Even though they had been dating long enough that he should be used to it, seeing Artemis laugh made him smile and his heart speed up. It was even better than running.

“You’re making that face again,” Artemis said. She swirled her straw in her milkshake as she smirked at him.

Wally felt his ears redden but he shrugged, leaning back in the booth. “What face? I thought you said that my expression was- what was it again? Eternally goofy?”

Artemis snorted, she had to purse her lips to keep from smiling and Wally couldn’t help but grin cheekily back at her. Finally, she cracked. Smiling and shaking her head at him. “Remind me again? I love you why exactly?”

“I ask myself that every day, babe.”

“Ok then Mr. Smooth Operator. We’ve got a gala to get to and I still have to figure out what to do with this.” Artemis gestured to the mane of blonde hair that was spilling over her shoulder from her ponytail.

“You could just chop it all off,” Wally suggested, digging out his wallet to leave a tip.

“Not even an option.”

“Hey, you asked and I answered.”

“Not helpfully,” Artemis leaned against the counter at the register, waiting for someone to ring up their order. The waitress came over and Artemis paid, accepting her change with a smile. She led the way to where they parked their bikes before they sped off to get ready back at Mount Justice, from there they would zeta to New York and catch a cab to the museum.

When he got to his room he was unsurprised to find a dark red suit laying across the bed. It fit perfectly, and Wally made a mental note to thank Alfred the next time he was at the manor. Even though there were no price tags on it, or the rest of the outfit for that matter, Wally knew the whole thing probably could pay for his first year at college. Still, as he tied the black bow tie in the mirror over his bathroom sink Wally had to admit he looked, and felt, a little like James Bond. Smoothing his hair Wally did one last check in the mirror. Somehow his red hair and the red suit didn’t clash, if anything it brought out his freckles and made his green eyes stand out (another point for the butler). Wally blinked at himself to make sure it was him before hurrying back through his room, slipping his goggles, wallet, and ticket into his pocket on the way out.

He was standing by the zetas when Artemis walked in, he turned to her and froze. Her dress was a single long panel of black velvet – obviously meant to coordinate with his black shirt, tie, and trim – with sleeves that reached just past her elbows and a scooping neckline that showed off most of her shoulders and collarbone. There was a slit to her knee on the one side and it gave him a peek at the bright red heels she wore, which looked deadly even from where he was standing. Around her neck hung what looked like three enormous rubies and Wally had a sneaking suspicion those were a Wayne family heirloom on loan for the night. Artemis blinked and the dark makeup around her eyes shimmered. She brushed a strand of blonde hair out of her eye, which was expertly curled and Wally highly suspected Zatanna’s magic had been involved as he had heard her cursing up a storm in the kitchen earlier. Artemis smiled shyly at him, her lips the same red as her shoes and the clutch in her other hand.

She cleared her throat before speaking. “So, uh, what do you think?”

Wally could only blink at her for a few more seconds before shaking himself. “Artemis- wow- you look- wow…”

She smiled and walked over to him. “You don’t clean up so bad yourself.”

“Remind me to hug Batman the next time I see him? Cause this,” Wally swept his hand out to gesture at Artemis, “is the best date night ever. And it hasn’t even started.”

Artemis raised her eyebrows but smiled. “I will, only because I want to see what’ll happen when you hug Batman.”

“Meanie,” Wally grinned at her and held out his hand. She took it and shrugged. Together they stepped into the zeta tube and a few seconds later they were in New York.

As they walked out of the alley Artemis passed Wally an earpiece as she slipped in her own. He took the comms and paused before they got to the sidewalk. Wally felt his eyebrows knit together as he looked at Artemis again, this time trying to ignore how pretty he thought she was and how much it made him want to kiss her.

Artemis stopped and turned back to him. “What’s wrong?”

“You don’t have your bow. Or quiver. I mean, I’m pretty sure you could kill me with those heels but still.”

Artemis smirked at him and waved him closer. Curious Wally walked to her side at which point Artemis handed him her clutch. Wally raised an eyebrow at her and she simply nodded. Opening the clutch he peered inside, there was nothing but lipstick, her phone, and her ticket. Wally looked back at Artemis in confusion. She smiled and grabbed the purse, she pulled at something inside of it and the lining he had been looking at was now pushed to the side and a miniature crossbow with dozens of specialized bolts could be seen.

“It’s a baby bow,” Wally said. He felt his eyebrows raise in anticipation of her laugh.

Artemis laughed and replaced the hidden panel. “That it is. And also, you so weren’t wrong about the heels.” She smirked and stepped out onto the busy sidewalk. Wally shook his head before following after her.

They hailed a cab and were soon on their way to the Met. They had to get out a little further down the block but neither Wally or Artemis minded, they were supposed to try and be inconspicuous after all. They avoided the red carpet and the paparazzi that came with it, being ushered in a side entrance by a security guard when they showed him their invitations.

The museum was darkened, only the halls leading through the Egyptian exhibit to the huge hall where the Temple of Dendur stood were lit with a low light. Wally squeezed Artemis’s hand as they stepped into the hall. She smiled at him before turning her attention to the stone temple that rose up before them. On the edges of the room were tables and chairs, waiters and waitresses with drinks and appetizers flitted between people dressed in fine suits and designer dresses. Many of the women were dripping jewels and Wally felt as if even in their expensive formal wear he and Artemis were underdressed.

Wally turned his head to whisper in Artemis’s ear. “I can see now why Riddler wants to rob the joint.”

“No kidding,” she mumbled back.

Wally smiled and let go of her hand, holding out his arm so that she could link hers through instead. “Shall we start mingling? Try and find Riddler? Just check out that awesome temple?”

Artemis shook her head but her grin split her face and she hooked her arm through Wally’s. “I think we shall. To the temple please?”

They made their way slowly through the crowd, grabbing sparkling cider off the tray of a passing waiter, smiling at the other attendees, and scanning the crowd for anyone in a green suit. Riddler may be a genius and a dangerous criminal but the guy was not always smart. If they hadn’t known it was going to be a sure thing Wally and Artemis would’ve taken bets on the likelihood that he’d show up in his signature green suit and bowler hat.

They walked up to the steps at the base of the platform the temple stood on. Wally held out his hand to help steady Artemis as they climbed the stairs. From there they had a near perfect view of the whole crowd. Wally paused to see if Riddler had made an appearance, but Artemis continued toward the temple.

Wally turned and followed her. “Uh Artemis? You find anything?”

She was standing in the entrance to the small temple, studying the huge stones. “Hmm? Sorry, I’ve never been here before and this is just…”

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool,” Wally replied with a smile. Artemis grinned back and crooked a finger at him. Just as he began to walk towards her a scream split the air.

Artemis’s face fell. “I guess we found Riddler,” she said dryly. “Let’s go get him before anyone gets hurt.” She pulled the crossbow out of her purse, a look of determination on her face.

Wally slipped his goggles on, gave Artemis a kiss on the cheek, and ran off towards the source of the screams. Barring the entrance to the exhibit was Riddler and his goons, and he was clad in that ridiculous suit. Glancing back at the temple he saw that Artemis had slipped a small domino mask on and was aiming her bow at the farthest goon. A second later a tranquillizer dart appeared in his neck. Wally took that as his cue and began knocking out the rest of them. Riddler watched in shock as one after another his men fell unconscious to the ground. The crowd parted to allow Artemis through. Her skirt billowed slightly and her blonde hair fanning out behind her. Wally stopped by her side, he knew that there was a goofy grin on his face but Artemis’s grand entrance was something admirable.

“No, no, no, no! I came to New York so there weren’t any superheroes!” Riddler cried, he even stamped his foot in frustration. “And who are you supposed to be anyway?!”

“Two kids playing spy who are about to ruin your night rather than allowing you to ruin everyone else’s,” Artemis smirked and lazily pointed her crossbow at him.

“If I were you Eddie, I’d let my girlfriend cuff you before she decides to shoot you,” Wally shrugged, wrapping an arm around Artemis’s waist. She smiled but never took her eyes off Riddler. Or her finger off the trigger.

“You’re from that junior Justice League! Kiddie Flash and Archer Girl!”

“For a supposed genius you’ve got an awful memory. I am a goddess, protector of maidens, personification of the moon, the leader of the hunt, what am I?”

The Riddler ground his teeth at her turning his own schtick around on him. Wally felt himself vibrating slightly he was so amused and proud. With her free hand Artemis poked him in his side and Wally knew that meant she could feel him vibrating too. And that it tickled and she wanted him to stop.

“Well Artemis,” Riddler spit out. “If you’re so determined to catch me, then try!” With that he threw down a smoke bomb and the crowd once again screamed.

Wally gave Artemis’s side a quick squeeze before racing after him. Smoke bombs might work, sometimes, when dealing with Batman and Robin but Wally had superspeed, there was no way Riddler was getting away from him. Wally already had him cuffed and was staring smugly at Riddler before the villain could even get out the door.

He let out a strangled, frustrated cry and began stomping his feet like a child when he spotted Wally. With a snort Wally pulled out his phone and began taking a video. Artemis sauntered toward them through the remaining smoke. She was chuckling and shaking her head, “Is that supposed to be your souvenir?”

“Well yeah. From the best date night ever,” Wally grinned and pulled Artemis toward him once she got within reach. Wrapping his arm around her waist again he pulled Artemis against him. Wally spun them around and flipped the camera on his phone. He ducked his head slightly as she raised hers, their lips meeting in the middle. Wally’s phone recorded their whole kiss, with Riddler’s tantrum in the background.

When they parted Artemis opened her gray eyes and smirked. “You’re never going to be able to top this, Baywatch.”

“You’re right Babe, but like a good new Bond I’m definitely gonna try,” Wally grinned.

Artemis snorted and rolled her eyes before pulling him back in for another kiss. 

[valiantvigilant]

Come Home, Please (Jason Todd x Reader)

I decided to start off my first imagine on here with a Jason x Reader because who doesn’t love Jason? I’m kinda nervous about posting my work considering I haven’t posted any of my writing since my edgy middle school days lmao. Hopefully, it’s gotten better! Well, here goes nothing!

____ It was going to storm in Gotham tonight, per the usual. However, the rain hadn’t started to fall yet. Only the thunder and lightning crackle above, and at any given moment, the sky’s water works could begin. (Y/N) was doing patrol alone tonight. As (Y/H/N) (your hero name) you have saved many people in Gotham. Many villains feared an encounter with you almost as much as they feared The Bat, your mentor. You were his second protégé, after Dick Grayson. You didn’t have the greatest life before Bruce took you in. Your parents died when you were young, and having to make due for yourself on the streets of Gotham isn’t a child’s ideal lifestyle. However, Bruce found you and took you in. You had just saved a lady from being robbed when your 12 year old self beat the living shit of the criminal. And thats when Bats came and your life just went up from there. Not too long after he had brought you in from your grimy life on the streets, he had scooped up him. Jason Todd. He became Robin and you were (Y/H/N.) The three of you worked like a well oiled machine. All of that changed when he died. When your best friend, your other half, the love of your life, died. That was a long time ago. Your Jaybird was dead and that was that. You…never really healed from that. It scarred you. Oh, how you wanted to kill Joker. There isn’t a day that goes by that you don’t want to kill him and send his rancid soul to the pits of hell for what he did to Jason. You two were ever so in love. No one had ever seen two people more fit for each other than (Y/N) (L/N) and Jason Todd. Everyone knew just by the looks you two gave each other that you two were going to last a lifetime. But sometimes in life, things change. Jason Todd, was supposed to be dead. He has been for five long years. Until recently that is. You remembered when you walked down the steps to the Batcave and you saw Bruce hunched over the computer, his forehead resting against his hands that were folded in front of him. You swiftly made your way to his side, placing the mugs of hot chocolate you had brought down for the both of you, down. “Bruce, is everything alright?” You asked, worry evident in your voice. He looked up at you, his cowl was down, revealing tired blue eyes. Those eyes only flicked up to the computer screen in which you saw it. All of the evidence that proved Jason Todd was alive and was now going by Red Hood. Your (e/c) hues widened as you scanned every bit of information on that screen. You clenched your jaw and took a seat, your body shaking with anger and shock. No, no, no. This can’t be real! This cannot be true! He was dead. Gone. You felt his corpse and how cold to the touch his skin was. That body was bloody and broken. It couldn’t possibly be him. Could it? After a bit of denial and a few hours of viewing the facts over and over, you came to except it. The fact that your once dead boyfriend, the man who plagued your dreams at night and your thoughts in the day was alive! He didn’t even say anything to you… You listened calmly as Bruce explained everything. Though, nothing in the explanation was a good enough excuse for Jason not to see you. You had shed tears for him, worked yourself to become stronger so you didn’t lose anyone else, in honor of him. You even used his mask as part of your uniform. Everything you did since he died was in memory of the man you loved. You decided to confront him yourself a couple months after the incident between him and Bruce. You had clung on to a bit of hope that he would confront you at some point, but it never happened. So you decided to take matters into your own hands, keeping Bruce’s warning in mind as your ran the rooftops of Gotham. “He isn’t the same man you remember Y/N. He is…different. Stay alert.” And here you were, typing away at your hologlove (The computer built into the wrists of Batman’s suit and Robin’s as well. It’s in Young Justice if you’ve ever seen it lol) You had gotten a few tips from people in Crime Alley were The Red Hood just might be, and now you had a lock on his location. Smirking, you followed the red dot on the screen that was Jason. Eventually you finally caught up with him. He hasn’t lost his swiftness, that’s for sure. You closed out the computer on your wrist once you made it to the same rooftop as him. You were fast and stealthy. You his behind the roof door of the building and you watched as he loaded the guns he uses for weapons. You put your hand on your hip, double checking that (w/o/c) (wepon of choice) is still strapped to your hip. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a moment. This was it. You would be reacquainted with the man who still has your heart. Opening your masked eyes you peek your head out one more time and see that he isn’t standing there anymore. You’re about to pull up your hologlove when you sense him. Behind you! Your instincts screamed and you flipped out of the way just as bullets came spitting at you. You tugged the hood of your cloak further over your head so it shielded your face as you dodged and got a good distance away. “Who the hell are you?!” He demanded, stepping into the moonlight to face your cloaked figure. “I know you’ve been following me. What do you want?” His voice was full of bitterness and scorn. He had gotten a hell of a lot taller than you remember. His voice was rougher and his face was covered by that red helmet. You longed to see those seafoam green eyes of his under there. “You have ten seconds before I start shooting again and blow your fucking brains out!” Your lips curl into a smug smile and a laugh escapes you. Faster than he could process, you reach down to the straps on your calves and pull out the pair of escrima sticks that Dick had made for you. (W/o/c) would give it away who you were, so you decided to use these. Jason was fast, but not fast enough. He shot at you once more, but you were faster. You quickly knocked the guns out of his hands and sent them skidding across the rooftop. He let out a growl before sliding out a knife. “I’m going to ask you again, who are you?!” “I’m surprised you haven’t notice by now Jason,” you replied. He gripped his knife tighter. “You’ve gotten stronger, faster, smarter. But so have I.” Your voice was a low snarl, and you felt your anger and hurt start to fill your gut. You yanked your hood down and revealed your face. Rage was etched into your features and you were pretty sure your knuckles were white with how hard you were gripping the escrima sticks. “(Y-Y/N)?” He questioned. “Who else would be able to disarm you that quick?” You snap back, meaning for it to be a joke, but it sure as hell didn’t sound like one. “Nice mask (n/n),” he said slyly, putting his knife away. You take a few steps towards him and rip it off, showing your blazing (e/c) eyes. He got captivated in them, just as he did the moment he met you. The pools of (e/c) were enough to calm his racing heart. Partially. You were angry. You were beyond angry. You were seething. Perhaps he should have visited you. Said something to you…but why should he? He thought to himself, you kept Joker alive. You didn’t do anything to avenge him! (Or so he believed.) “You can have it back,” you snarl, throwing the mask at him and it flutters to the ground. “Did Bruce send you after me? I thought for sure you would be with Golden Boy if you did come.” “I came on my own accord Jaybird.” He felt his stomach drop as you said this. He normally hated when anyone besided you and Roy called him that. All the times that you said it with love and care in your voice raced through his mind. Now, you said it with clear agitation. “Why?” He says, his voice came out…softer than he imagined. He cursed himself for it. “Why? I came out here to find you, so I can finally see you after thinking you were dead. And, all you can ask me is why?! Why do you think I came to find you Jason? So I can fight you?” You say the last two lines with sarcasm dripping off each syllable. He stays quiet. “I thought you were gone…and now Bruce tells me you are alive. I had to find out for myself if it was true.” “Well sweetheart, as you can see, I’m alive. Fucked up from the Lazarus Pit, but alive!” He replied with an equal amount of sarcasm. You had gotten your anger towards him under control and you were ready to talk to him about why you really came here. Putting your escrima sticks away, you began to speak again. “I know you are different now Jay, but-” “Different?” He said, laughing coldly. “I’m beyond different (Y/N). I’ve decided that just putting the scum you and Bruce capture, in jail, isn’t enough. My little experience taught me that. The only way is to terminate them.” “That isn’t right and you know it,” you respond sternly. “Don’t you see what happens when you keep them alive?! You kept him alive. You and Bruce. And look what happened (Y/N) I was killed.“ Jason spat out. “I thought if not him, than you would do it. That you would kill Joker. He took me from you (Y/N). Me. And you didn’t do a fucking thing about it!” “Don’t you dare say that,” you replied, in a low growl. “I was going to do it. I had him on the brink of death, but Dick and Bruce had to pull me off him. But with the adrenaline, rage and tears, I slipped from their grip before they had to get Clark to hold me back. So don’t you fucking dare say that I never did anything about it. I almost lost myself because he took you from me.” Tears were forming in your eyes now as you stood before your once dead lover. You took a deep breath to get your emotions in control before you said something you would regret. “I’m not asking you to kill Penguin, or Scarecrow, or Riddler, or any of those other bastards. This is Joker, (Y/N). He has done the worst out of all of them, he is lower than a pile of shit on the food chain. He is unexplainably dispicable and you choose to keep him alive, even after he took me from you. Clearly I didn’t mean enough to you!” “You won’t ever get it, will you?” You retort, your voice getting bolder. “I love you Jason. I always have and always will. But I can’t kill him. The hatred for Joker will always linger, but I learned to rid it from my heart because I won’t allow myself to be corrupted by him. I won’t let that son of a bitch get to me anymore. For a long while, he had a hold of my mind and I don’t even think he realized it! But the past two and a half years…I learned to let go of my poison because I had to go back to what I was trained to do. Saving people. I couldn’t save you Jason…and I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry. I took that, the pain and tears, he blood and sweat that came with losing you and I made myself stronger. So I could do better and save more lives. For you. So don’t you say I didn’t do anything, that you weren’t in my heart, or that I didn’t care. Because everything I’ve ever done since you’ve been gone, was done with you in my mind. You are in my daydreams and my night-thinking. You will always be in my heart because that’s what I chose to keep there, not the toxins that Joker had implanted.” You were breathing heavily after your speech as you reached down and picked up his old mask, pocketing it. Then, you walked towards him and he shrunk back a bit. Jason wasn’t quite sure what he was feeling. The bitterness he felt had melted away at your words. You had always had that effect on him. Your very presence was enough to sooth his aching soul. He felt a lump form in his throat as you walked closer and he slid back a bit. Your words had struck something in him and he realized that he wanted you. That he needed you. He wanted to be enveloped by your arms and never leave them. He felt like…like such a child in this moment. He had just yelled at his love, the girl he had loved practically all his life and surprisingly she still hasn’t given up on him. If he were you, he would have left a long time ago. You were just a few inches from him now, and you reached up to his helmet and put your hands to it and pulled it off, revealing his face. His eyes however, were concealed by another mask. You internally rolled your eyes at this. Only Jason would be that extra that he needed a mask under his mask. He had a white tuft of hair that was part of his bangs. You could only assume that the Pit left him with that trauma streak. Your slim fingers took hold of the corner of the domino mask and peeled it off, finally showing you the brilliant shade of seafoam green that were his eyes. You put a hand to his cheek, and gave him a warm smile. That’s what broke him. He scooped you up in his arms and held you tightly, breathing in your scent. Oh God, how he missed you. His heart yearned for you and here you were, back in his arms where you belonged. He felt his eyes well up with tears and yours did the same. This time, you let them fall as you clung to each other. You felt your shoulder become damp and you tangled a hand in his hair. You pulled back slightly and he turned, trying to wipe the tears from his face so you wouldn’t see them. “Jason,” you began. “Will you come home? Please?” He took a deep breath and nodded as he cupped your face in his large hands. You let a few more salty pearls escape and he wiped them away. Furthermore, just like how it was five years ago, he pressed his lips to yours. It seemed ethereal. For this, this hadn’t happened in what felt like a millenium. You supposed, things like that, will never change. ____ Well, that’s the end of my first imagine on here! I’m really excited to write more of these, so please, send in requests!! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

[sebeth]

Crisis On Infinite Earths #5

Warning, Spoilers Ahead…

  Psycho-Pirate’s master is very upset – he’s destroyed the two prime universes, murdered the Monitor, and he still isn’t able to level up!

 The Monitor - via pre-recorded message – reveals the he used his death energies to create a netherverse that absorbed the Earth-1 and Earth-2 universes.  However, the two universes are merging and will cause the other’s destruction.

 Alex Luthor (son of Earth-3 Lex Luthor and Lois Lane) reveals the Monitor left him with instructions to save the two universes.  The rapidly aging Alex is now a teenager.

 The Flash and Red Tornado are prisoners of the mysterious master.  Psycho-Pirate abuses poor Barry out of sheer boredom.

 Lana Lang for WGBS-TV is reporting on the current insanity on the newly-created planet. In one city, you have dinosaurs, Neanderthals, Viking ships, blimps, horse-drawn carriages, and buildings from the 30th century.  

 Alex Luthor and Harbinger have gathered an assembly of heroes and villains.  Big two page spread of the assembly.  We have the Legion of Super-Heroes, the Outsiders, Infinity Inc., the Metal Men, Cave Carson & his team, the Teen Titans, the Sea Devils, the survivors of Easy Company, Dr. Light II, Swamp Thing, All-Star Squadron, Ragman, Riddler, Captain Boomerang, Kamandi, Rag Doll, Star Sapphire, the Persuader, Elongated Man, Steel, Hawkman, Hawkwoman, Captain Comet, B’Wana Beast, Bir Sir, Solomon Grundy, the Mist, Aqualad, Tula, Lori Lemaris, the Blackhawks, Phantom Stranger, the Cheetah, Robotman, Per Degaton, Dr. Polaris, the Creeper, Cinnamon,  Mallah, Phobia, the Legion of Substitute Heroes, Batgirl, Batman, Earth-2 Robin, Earth-2 Superman, Earth-2 Huntress, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern (John Stewart), Martian Manhunter, Celsius, Arion, Scalphunter, Green Arrow, Killer Frost, Firestorm, Deathstroke, and Plastic Man.

 The main thing I love about George Perez’s artwork – the man is not afraid to draw a large group of characters.   The groups are never standing in straight formation either.  The characters are reacting and interacting.  A few examples:

1)      Easy Company is clearly freaked out by Swamp Thing.

2)      Changeling is re-uniting with Cyborg.

3)      Aqualad and Tula are assisting Lori Lemaris.  Lori can’t stand because she’s a mermaid.

4)      Solomon Grundy is very annoyed.

5)      Nightwing and Starfire are conversing as well as Brainiac 5 and Supergirl.

6)      Elongated Man, Plastic Man, and the Metal Men are using their stretching abilities to great effect.

Lois Lane – also from WGBS-TV – is interviewing people on the street:  Tomahawk and Grixx of Ceti Alpha 6.  

Back to the assembled heroes.  Adding to the roll call:  Sargon the Sorcerer, Firehawk (the Western character), Black Orchid, Gizmo, Deadman, Gypsy, Penguin, Brother Blood, Validus, Jemm (Son of Saturn), Amethyst, the Warlord (Travis Morgan), Catwoman, the Atom (Ray Palmer), Jonah Hex, Vibe, Captain Cold, Earth-2 Wonder Woman, Ocean Master, Dolphin, and Black Canary.

We take a quick peek at Rann where Adam Strange is battling monsters from the pre-historic era.

A team of Green Lanterns, including Arisia and Katma Tui, arrive on Oa.  They discover the Guardians in stasis but are quickly taken out themselves.  

Lois Lane is attacked by a sabretooth tiger but is quickly saved by Earth-1 and Earth-2 Superman.  

Rip Hunters and his Time Masters are adrift in time.

Alfred and Jason Todd call for aid as Anthro, Embra, and a host of Neanderthals are invading Wayne Manor! Batman responds and he brings back-up. The back-up consists of Earth-2 Robin, Earth-2 Huntress (logical as they know the secret identity, Katana & Hal of the the Outsiders (Batman’s team, also in on the identity), Nuklon (he’s trustworthy), Per Degaton, the Brain and Mallah, Poison Ivy, Plastique, and Weather Wizard.  What?! Bruce is obviously not concerned about maintaining his secret identity at this point.

Starfire, Sun Boy, Firebrand , Firestorm, Polar Boy, and Killer Frost head to the Soviet Union to assist Red Star.  Killer Frost has reverted back to her lovable “I will kill you all” self.

Psycho-Pirate is still picking on my poor sweet Barry.  Meanwhile, the master is transforming the Red Tornado from machine into a primal force.

The Legion, The Justice Society, Zatana, and Sargon are attempting to combat the out of control weather only to discover that it’s being caused by the Red Tornado.  Wildcat’s spine is shattered by a lightning bolt – he will never walk again.  We also get a quick two panel glimpse of Yolanda Montez.  Yolanda will become the second Wildcat.

The heroes and villains unite to save the universe.  Alex Luthor informs the group there are five universes that need to be saved.  

The master reveals himself to Psycho-Pirate and Flash:  Call me…the Monitor!”   A very corpse-like Monitor.

We end on Earth-X: “An earth where World War Two had continued for more than forty years.” AKA the home of the Freedom Fighers (Uncle Sam, Phantom Lady, The Ray, the Human Bomb, and Black Condor).  

So…Five Universes to save…

We have:

1)Earth One

2)Earth Two

3) Earth X

4) Earth F? – Marvel Family

5) Earth C? – Charlton characters – Blue Beetle, Captain Atom, Question, Nightshade