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🏛️ Senator Shockwave X Cybertronian Female Assistant Reader (Part 2/3)

Notes: Okay I said I might do a part two but deep down I knew I wanna gonna continue. But like the comic, this will end poorly for our poor bot. So I'll put a warning here. Gore/death will be mentioned plus comic spoilers I suppose. The first part was story building for Y/N more than anything else so this part is far more interesting, longer, and cannon. However, I did have to change a thing or two to incorporate (Y/N) in the story. 

[Art belonged to me.]

- Scrap that, I'm gonna have some fun with this. I'm gonna include a good and bad ending. 

- Okay there is gonna need to be a part 3 because this would end up being stupid long if I continue. But be ready, part 3 will be what you've all been waiting for. 

Part 1/3 -

Word count - 3,403

Page number - 8.9

  As I stood up with my files I looked back at the bot with a sympathetic look. I hated that someone like him needed a "bodyguard". Someone as kind as he shouldn't have others fearing that his spark could be extinguished at any moment due to some disagreements in politics. Guess that's why I never got into it myself.

        He seemed to notice my sympathetic look, as his expression softened a bit. Seeing him so…emotionally expressive was almost odd, his normally stern expression had softened somewhat. It's not hard to guess why I would express concern or sympathy for him. As I collected my things, he gave me a small and reassuring smile. A show of appreciation for my concern, and acknowledgment of everything I just shared.

        Though he appreciated my honesty, I knew deep down he was still upset with me. However, not nearly as much as he'd be with Orion.

        "Would you like me to contact  him for a meeting with you?" I asked as I still intended to fulfill my duty as an assistant.

        He shook his head, his expression stern again. "This isn't a matter for a quick chat, this is something I need to speak with him in detail about. I'll contact him myself, and set up a private meeting later today."

        "I'm sure you two have plenty to catch up on. May I accompany you, I too have plenty to talk to Orion about."

        He seemed to consider his decision, seemingly not having expected me to add my concerns to this conversation as well. And after a short moment of silence, he nods. "As much as I may want to speak to him alone, it would likely be better if he hears multiple views on this matter, from multiple people. You're welcome to come along. And you're right… we do have a bit to catch up on."

        He raised an eyebrow at my urgency, but quickly realized this subject must be important to me as well.

        "Alright, let's return to my office." He turns and walks swiftly towards his office, expecting me to follow along.

        The walk to his office was silent and urgent. We walked quickly hoping to avoid any conversation, especially with any other Senators who might still be hanging around.

        The halls were mostly empty, as we had hoped. Most of the other senators had either left or were too busy arguing amongst themselves. When we entered his office, he closed the door behind us locking it quickly. He walks to his desk, sitting down in his chair and slouching forward with his head in his hands.

        I quickly put everything of importance away in safekeeping. I would love to comfort the poor senator but I had more important things to take care of first. I stepped out of his office and found a safe place to talk where no one would hear me. I opened a comm link system and tried to reach Orion.

        Thankfully, Orion seemed to answer your comm link request. He picked up soon enough and answered with a soft and casual voice.

"Orion here, how can I help you?"

        "Orion It's me (Y/N). I need you to come by Shockwave's office. I knew you told me not to but he knows why you sent me here." I quickly said hoping he wouldn't get too upset with me.

        Orion's usually casual voice changed very quickly and sounded a bit anxious. "He what? I told you not to say anything!"

        He sounded more irritated than usual, and not at me specifically. It wasn't hard to imagine his expression was probably quite displeased at this reveal.

        "I know, I just had to tell him. I couldn't stand not telling him. His life is in danger, he deserves to know. And I was in a Senate meeting today the others didn't seem to like someone else hanging close to Shockwave. They want him alone. I have a very bad feeling. We have to do something now I fear the worst for him, Orion."

        Orion sighs, and his tone becomes a bit more serious. It's clear he's concerned, as worried as I am. "Alright… alright. Is he in his office now?"

        "Yes, you should come imminently. If we even have a scrap of a plan he should be a part of it. If the three of us work together this will most likely have a better ending for him."  

        Orion takes a deep breath to think, clearly wanting to make a good plan quickly. He knows he has to be careful with this. "We'll need to be careful. We have no actual proof or anything that the others are planning anything, only that they seem to dislike him strongly. They could just be angry, and we have no evidence they're actually about to do anything...But at the same time, I would rather be safe than sorry."

        "Weren't you supposed to get a tip from someone proving Shockwave was in danger?" I asked with an annoyed sigh.

        Orion sighs. "Yes, I was. But the person who informed me seems to have… disappeared. And I'm not able to contact them at the moment, which doesn't help the situation at all. I am worried, but… I am trying to stay optimistic about this situation. I don't know how dangerous this will be, or if there's even anything to be worrying about."

        "Well, I'm always worried. What's the name of the bot with the Tip? I'll track him down myself once you get here. Once you're here to watch Shockwave, I can trust he's safe and I'll get that Tip."

        Orion takes a moment to check his logs, to recall the name "…A former Senate agent Whirl, was the one who informed me. I'm not sure I'd be able to track them down so easily. They seemed to want to remain anonymous for… obvious reasons."

        "Don't worry I know where to ask around. Get over here as soon as possible. I'll be waiting in Shockwave's office." 

        "…Alright. I'll be there as fast as I can. I hope we can peacefully settle this."

        "As do I Orion."

[Timeskip to Orion's arrival] 

        It doesn't take Orion too long to arrive at Shockwave's office. He approaches the door, hesitant to knock at first. He eventually does and gently knocks on the door.

        I quickly rushed past Shockwave to open the door. But before I let him in I scanned the halls to make sure no one was Orion. I couldn't be too safe.  Surprisingly, the hall is empty at the moment. Orion stands in front of me, a nervous, yet concerned look on his face. Once he sees that the coast is clear, he walks in, and I shut the door behind him.

        "I'll leave you two to discuss things alone. I have something important to take care of. I'll be back with the info you need soon I promise Orion."

        Orion nods and watches as I walk away, before turning his attention to Shockwave. He can't help but notice Shockwave's expression has not changed, his face still hidden in his hands, his fists clenched, and his expression stern. There's no doubt in Orion's mind that Shockwave is quite unhappy with him. I noticed him sitting down across from Shockwave before I reached the door. 

        The second my hand touched the door I froze for a moment. I looked back at Shockwave and gave him a warm smile. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

        Shockwave turns his attention towards me and nods, but his expression doesn't change completely. He was still quite clearly upset, but there was some degree of forgiveness in his glare. He nods and silently watches me walk out the door. 

        I walked down the halls with purpose as I knew just the place to find a bot who was lying low. There was an old bar on the opposite side of the city. I would have to rush. If he wasn't there someone would know where to find him. I was deep in thought when someone ran into me hitting my shoulder hard almost knocking me over. When I looked up to see who it was I almost gasped in surprise. It was one of the other Senators who was still hanging around.

        "Sorry Senator," I said trying to walk past. "I have places to be."

        The other senator scoffed at the apology, clearly annoyed by it. He glares at you sternly.

        "You need to watch where you're going. Have some more care with your footing. Now tell me, where do you think you're going in such a rush."

        I quickly came up with a lie about delivering important paperwork and quickly rushed off. I didn't have time to be stoped. I have a far more pressing matter to take care of.

        As you walked away, the senator watched you walk away with crossed arms and a suspicious look. He didn't seem to believe your excuse, and he decided to follow you, to see what you were really up to. He was good at being stealthy, knowing how to stay in the shadows and blend in.

        I quickly raced across the city to find this bot, Whirl was the name I fought to remember. I made sure to look like a regular customer and buy a drink. The last thing I wanted to do was raise suspicion. I scanned the room looking for someone who matched the description I found on the drive here.

        Inside the bar, it was mostly empty, only a few people scattered around having a drink. And among the small group, there sat Whirl, sipping on some energon.

        "Thank Primus I managed to find my bot. How could I get so lucky?" I muttered to myself before asking the bartender for two more drinks. 

        Whirl didn't seem to notice me yet and was busy just sipping his drink and minding his own business. I could assume he was a bit drunk already since it seemed like he had been here for a little while. I also noticed some kind of small item on the table in front of him. From a distance, it was hard to make out what it was.

        I had a plan but I didn't like it very much. I put a fake smirk on my face as I swayed my hips walking over to him with both drinks in hand. I hoped I could fool him into a sense of security. "Hello handsome, drinking by yourself?"

        Whirl looked up at me, and his expression seemed to soften a bit, and a small smirk grew on his face. It was clear that he thought I was cute. He gestures for me to sit beside him. "Indeed I am… though that may change."

        "Well I do have an extra drink, and who desires it other than you," I said with a giggle trying to seem drunk.

        "I'd be glad to take that 'little bonus drink' off you, then." He says, with a small chuckle. He scoots over and sits up a little straighter. His expression seemed to soften a little more.

        After a few drinks I didn't partake in I think he would be easy to get information out of. I offered we left and went to his place with a wink. But what he didn't know was I had a plan for him he wouldn't enjoy.

        Whirl gladly agreed with my offer, and began to make his way out of the bar with me. He was quite drunk by this time, his steps were wobbly. He had already had a decent bit to drink for a few hours, and he had no intention of stopping anytime soon. A smile grows on his face again as we walked out the door.

        "So uh… to my place then?"

        "Why wait?" I said roughly pushing him into an ally with a pair of cuffs already in hand hidden where he couldn't see. I had to make him believe he wasn't cornered.

        He was so drunk his first instinct when I pushed him was to think that I wanted to do it right here. He was more surprised by the fact that I just pushed him into an alley than he was being pushed into it. He smirked again, a bit confused and a little more eager now "Well, if you say so…. you're an eager one aren't ya?"

        Just the idea made me want to throw up. I'd rather die than do anything with him, especially after how many drinks he's downed in the past hour. But I had to go along with it till I could lock him down. 

        "Oh yeah definitely." I lied before wrapping my arms around him seductively only to cuff him to a pole.

        Whirl still hadn't quite processed what was happening. He was too drunk to think clearly. He didn't realize what had happened when I wrapped my arms around him, and he smiled at the contact. When the cold metal of the cuffs touched his wrists though, his expression became more panicked, and he tried to shake me off, realizing.

        "hey— wait what? What are you doing?"

        "Making sure you can't run off like you did on Orion. You have something I want." I answered taking a step back.

        "Hey now, let's just talk about this, let's talk."

        He tries to sound calm, looking me in the eyes, but he's panicking because he can't get out of these cuffs. He glances around at the surroundings, to see if anyone might be around to help him.

        "No one is here to help you, you can only help yourself. Answer some questions and I'll let you go." I threatened, not needing to pull a gun on the poor guy, for now.

        Whirl glances around frantically, as if looking to confirm what I said, and realizes that I was right, there's no one here at all. And no one could see them from outside the alleyway either, because of how narrow it is. His expression becomes a bit more panicked.

        "Alright alright, just… ask what you want."

        "Gladly," I said before setting up a recorder so I had physical proof. "Tell me all you know about some of the other Senators looking to harm Shockwave."

        Whirl looks a little confused. "I...I don't know much, I swear. I'm just an intel guy, I don't get involved in anything big. I just gather information for people and hand it off when I'm done. Orion hired me to find some dirt on a couple of the senators…. He didn't specify which ones in particular though."

        "Tell me everything now!" I ordered.

        Whirl panics a bit at your command. "I don't have much of anything! They're just… they're annoyed with him, he's too good at his job and they feel like he thinks too highly of himself, they think he should be taken down a notch because of it. I-I don't know much else I swear, I don't know who specifically it is or anything more than that, I promise."

        I groaned in annoyance. "That can't be everything, you have to know more. Is Shockwave's life in danger?"

        Whirl shakes his head, his expression becoming more nervous than it was before, clearly, he was scared, and a little annoyed by my stubbornness. "No no no, they're angry like I said, but they're not gonna kill him or anything like that. They just… want him gone, so they can get rid of his influence. They don't like that he has so much power around here. They think someone else should be in his place."

        "What do they plan to do with him?"

        "I don't know all the details, but I assume either force him out of his position or… get rid of him somehow. They haven't settled on a plan yet or anything, I think they're still in the early planning stages of everything, that's why Orion wanted information before they decided on anything specific. Look, that's all I know right now, I swear. Please, just let me go now."

        "Useless," I muttered to myself in annoyance. "If I knew you didn't have anything of use I wouldn't have wasted my time." I started walking away.

        Whirl's expression becomes less panicked, but more irritated now. "Hey, wait! Don't just leave me here! Let me go!"

        He pulls on the cuffs, even though he knows there's no way out of them.

        I ignored his pleas. "Don't worry someone'll find you eventually." I had more important things to do. 

        Whirl's panic becomes more extreme as he sees me start walking away, his tugging gets more serious, and his struggles get more desperate. "No wait come on! You can't just leave me like this! Get back here and let me go!"

        I could almost laugh. He was already sobered up desperate to have the cuffs removed. It's a shame he wasn't of use to me. Plus he didn't just waste my time but Orions as well. If not also puts us all in danger. It was best to have him kept away for a while anyway. As I walked away I called Orion.

        Orion picked up almost immediately, and I could hear how much more stressed he them when I left before. "Did you find anything yet? Any new info?"

        "No you're tip was a bust. He didn't know any more than we already did. I'll send you the audio clip of what he told me."

        Orion sighs audibly, and he sounds both frustrated and annoyed. "No information at all? Damn it. He was our only lead right now, we're still in the early planning stages of our own investigation."

        "Yeah I know, I just… dammit, we really need something concrete here." He sighs again before moving on to your other question "I spoke to Ratchet before, and as far as I know, he's still on our side, or will be when we figure this out completely. He doesn't like that we don't have proof that anything is actually happening yet, and he wants to get something solid before he helps out with anything, which is fair, though I still think he should be a bit more worried than he seems."

        "I know neither you nor Shockwave will like this but wouldn't keeping him in witness protection be the best plan of action for now at least." 

        There was a pause for a moment as Orion considered your idea. "In all honesty, yes, but I know we won't be able to convince Shockwave of that. He'll be adamant on staying in charge and having things run as normal, he's probably the one in the most danger here, but he's definitely the most stubborn."

        "Maybe I can talk him into it myself."

[kuriboh-mama-yami]

i need a yugioh x beyblade burst crossover so damn bad i might just draw it myself. the puzzlebois and their kuribabies are obsessed with beyblade now because i said so

[idissectgermanwords]

*salesman voice* Have you ever tried to show people something just for it to go wrong? Have you ever wondered if there is a very specific german word for that, that you can absolutely butcher? Of course there is.

✨✨Vorführeffekt✨✨

It basically translates to "demonstration effect", but that seems to mean something different in english.

[rioblitzle]

working retail

[kensatou]

"I've been wanting to ask, why does the bird wear a tiny hat?" "I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it." KPOP DEMON HUNTERS (2025)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

couldnt draw my thang for mid-autumn so treated myself to a calne redesign instead

[july-19th-club]

gus is THE funniest man alive for having his best friend of thirty years, who he fully plans to grow old beside and who he loves like a sibling, in his phone as "Shawn (Work)"

[tsururoach]

One way to survive in a ruined world.

+original drafts under the cut

[tadfools]

You guys are commenting on the fics you read right? You’re at least leaving kudos on the Astarion smut and the pairs that have less than 20 fics for them too? You’re bookmarking stories you really like that are still being updated and ones that haven’t been touched in over a year right?

You know that even the smallest interactions are like cocaine to fic writers right? You understand how important a string of emoji hearts left behind on a chapter at three am is right?? Right????

You’re treating AO3 like a community and not a content factory….right?

[bajablastflavoredsaxreed]

bari saxthur got lucky in that kayne didn’t write him a part in The Wager so he didn’t have to go to the world’s longest and ugliest rehearsals

[idissectgermanwords]

I want you to know that in german this bird is called "Meisendickkopf".

Meisendickkopf (noun, masculine):

Meise (noun, feminine); tit (only the bird kind)

dick (adjective); thick, fat, big

Kopf (noun, masculine); head

Dickkopf can mean "big head" (as is probably the case for this bird) and also "stubborn".

I can't get over how the shriketit looks like two different birds glued together

Look at it. Literally got the head of a shrike and the body of a tit. They don't even match together!

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP Fanfic Idea: Not My Business

Danny Fenton develops a unique set of skills throughout his life. He knew how to disarm a bomb when he was seven, thanks to his Dad making minebombs in the front yard as a ghost defense. (They only covered humans in ecto-goo, but it was the same concept of not wanting to have it explode on him)

He knew how to fight with a bo-staff only because he had to fight off the meals his parents brought back to life with a broom. He knew how to balance a checkbook, file tax forms, and properly build credit by the time he was ten, thanks to the years his parents ran a business at the kitchen table.

His sister taught him how to charm rude customers with a smile, how to lie without flinching, and how to complete all his assignments on time, despite having only a few hours to do so. She spent a lot of time volunteering, often dragging him along, which allowed Danny to build up his resume with both soft and hard skills he likely would never have thought there was a name for.

Problem-solving, teamwork, communication, time management, adaptability, data analysis, cybersecurity, data entry, and copywriting were the skills that Jazz focused on the most. She all but beat them into his head.

Along with cooking, sewing, basic plumbing, basic mechanics, and budgeting. Jazz was the one who looked for practical abilities.

That left time for his mom and dad to teach him things like forging, combat training, reprogramming everyday objects into weaponry, defending his position before a board for grant money, turning everyday household liquids into knock-out gas, and how to talk his way out of traffic tickets.

Not to mention everything he learn as Phantom.

Danny knew how to verify jewels and gold due to the years spent in the ghost zone fighting off pirates and treasure hunters. Phantom's reputation made him a target for many ghosts who wanted to add his rarity to their collections.

How to command a room, then a town, and finally an army. Diplomatic missions increased in number as he began meeting with the leaders of various sectors within the Ghost Zones.

Really, Danny didn't make a whole lot of sense, if anyone bothered to ask him how he came to this set of skills. The thing was, unlike the rest of his family, Danny was far too reserved to show them off. He edged the line of shyness from a young age, which sometimes bled into reclusive tendencies.

He didn't get anxious from social interactions; he just didn't feel like seeking them out. Sam and Tucker felt a similar way, as they were always willing to talk to a stranger, but they tried to branch out of their safe little bubble to make friends rather than acquaintances. Then the summer between sophomore and junior year happened.

Sam, Danny, and Tucker left tenth grade as plain losers only to arrive in junior with a splash.

The trio noticed that people were staring at them more intensely than they had been before. That they were used to, what they weren't used to was that the stares were not mocking or dismissive.

It was odd, but it didn't click on why that was until winter break, and more specifically, Star's Holiday party.

Ever since the fourth grade, Star hosted the biggest party of their generation. Her parents owned the local fun center, which featured indoor kart racing, laser tag, arcade games, paintball, and virtual reality pods. Everyone tripped over themselves to be given an invitation as she offered a full day and night of free entertainment at the center.

It always ended with wild stories of teenage fun that Danny always wanted to see in person, rather than hearing about in the hallways the next day. Not that everyone in their grade went. The invitation list was super selective (Star's parents did lose a lot of profit for letting their daughter do that)

You either received an invitation from the party girl herself, or you were asked to be a plus one, which was just as much of an honor as it was a symbol of social status among the teenage population of Amity Park.

The trio was never invited, which is why they were already making their way to the student parking lot when Star stood in the courtyard, holding up the scarred envelopes. Inside them was the bracelet that one had to scan at the door of her center to let people in. It was how her father ensured only the agreed-upon guests stayed at that number.

In the middle of making plans for hot chocolate at Sam's favorite poetry slam cafe, Star had run at Tucker's car, practically falling over to knock on his window. Danny had never been so confused in his life as his friend rolled down his window to arch a brow at the girl.

She stuttered her way through a pathetic request for fashion advice that Tucker easily answered in two sentences. Sam snickered as Star seemed unsure what to do with Tucker's lack of interest in her or her popularity.

Ever since Tucker started focusing more on his self-confidence and joined the fashion community, he hadn't been so girl-crazy nor as desperate to get one's attention.

Just as Danny reminded Tucker that other cars were waiting for them to clear the road, Star had pushed three envelopes into the driver's hand and run off with a red face.

Tucker stared at the envelopes in his hands with a wild look that both Sam and Danny shared. They slowly kicked their brains back into gear when an angry honk from the car behind them sounded, and they ended up silently driving the cafe, still in a daze.

Jazz laughed herself silly when they rang her up to ask if she thought it was a trick (Sam was sure they were going to be Carrie-ed), a mistake (Danny insisted Star had gone to the wrong car, but due to the tinting, didn't realize until it was too late). Or a genuine invitation (Tcuker had always been the most optimistic of the three).

"Haven't you three ever wondered why Spectra used emotion-based ectoplasm for her appearance?" She giggled, "It makes people hot. And you guys literally spend all summer in the Ghost Zone during your internships, feeling human emotions while being exposed to natural ectoplasm. You three came back looking good."

That was a shock.

The summer apprenticeships had been a compromise between Sam and her parents. They were growing tired of her not growing out of her "phase" and were threatening to send her to a military camp to straighten her out.

Thankfully, Jazz had stepped in, brilliantly changing their minds into allowing the college student to match Sam up with a well-known friend as a mentor. She even threw Danny and Tucker into her "program" to further show that it was just what Sam needed to stop her from being a troubled teen.

Since only Maddie and Jack knew about Phantom, it took some effort among all of them to create fake websites and legitimate-looking summer programs before Sam, Tucker, and Danny arrived in the Ghost Zone in different vehicles to spend their summers. It helped that Ghostwriter owed them a favor, and he brought the programs to life.

Danny was learning medical practices of various species with Frostbite. Sam was with Princess Dorathea, learning how to govern and manage a large estate. Tucker had taken Wulf up on his offer to join him through the Ghost Zone's wildness, allowing Tucker to experience life off-screen and learn more about animals.

Jazz had said she placed them out of their comfort zones, but with trusted ghosts that could help them build well-rounded characters. At first, it wasn't for them, but the trio found themselves falling in love with their activities.

By the time they came back, they had many stories and exceptional skills to share with their parents. Sam's parents weren't happy she was still a goth, but they did appreciate her newfound determination to connect with them and her interest in running companies like the family business.

Tucker's parents were amazed by the muscles he gained and how he started to limit his screen time. He still loves his tech, but now he was branching out into fashion, helping out around the house, and appreciating animals and nature like never before.

Maddie and Jack watched as Danny grew more empathic while becoming more sure of what to do in stressful situations. Confidence that their son desperately needed had been gifted to him over the summer. He no longer lowered his eyes or slouched, even if his awkwardness lingered a bit.

That apparently made them hot? Yes, it did.

At Star's party, even though the three kept to themselves, laughing and hanging out as normal, people were constantly attempting to talk to them or simply flushing whenever they made eye contact. Danny, Sam, and Tucker all agreed that they no longer wanted to be popular.

They stay firmly behind unbreakable walls even as the party skyrocketed them to the same level of popularity as the A-listers (they refused to join the club). The three were more excited to return to their summer internships the following summer.

By the time graduation rolled around, Danny, Sam, and Tucker had been voted the most attractive and the most likely to succeed. They were a new type of untouchable royalty walking the halls of Casper High.

It came as no surprise that their resumes and internships got them offers from various colleges, not to mention their looks. Jazz, by that point, was still working on her degree at Gotham U, so the three chose to go there.

Danny was studying to become a doctor, Sam was in business, and Tucker chose computer sciences. They had moved into a house that Sam's parents bought for them, allowing Jazz to move out of the dorms into the spare room. Things were going great for a while, living in the big city and being adults on their own for the first time.

Then Danny applied for an internship at Martha Wayne Memorial Hospital in the administrative area- Sam convinced him it would be a good way to get a foot in the door when he applied to medical school. He needed someone to write him rec letters.- And one night, when he was working late on data entry, he happened to see Batman's maskless fall out of a portal produced by a trenchcoat man.

The trenchcoat man carried Batman to the abandoned operating room that had been left behind when they remodeled the place and converted it into offices, followed by the rest of the Bats. Their faces were covered entirely, but it did not hide their worry as they rushed to catch up with the pair.

A woman wearing scrubs pushed through the portal and the group of masked heroes, barking out orders to prepare the room.

There was a magic spell wrapped around the group that typically would have made them invisible, and erase their importance in the mind of whoever looked at them, as if they were from a forgotten dream. Still, Danny's ecto contamination made him immune to the spell, so he witnessed the whole thing.

Huh. Bruce Wayne was Batman. Neat.

Danny figured it wasn't his business and turned back to his two monitors to finish the Excel spreadsheet he was working on. He later left after saving his work, ignoring the fact that he now knew why the operating room had been left untouched, despite having all that technology on standby.

He would get home, mention it over a plate of reheated pizza, while Tucker would be working on an essay due at midnight. His best friend would shrug, claiming his own ectoplasim had made him immune to Poison Ivy's plants- they were shockingly similar to some of the plants Wulf and he encountered in the Ghost Zone- and had seen Red Robin's face after the man had been sprayed in the face and some of the powder lingered on his mask.

Apparently, Tucker's midnight essay writing had given him a familiar, dazed college look of exhaustion. Still, since he wasn't freaking out at the man eating plants, Red Robin had thought him too gone on whatever Posion Ivy how dosed the crowd of hostages with, to worry about his bare face. He had merely moved Tucker somewhere safe, stabbed him in the thigh with a needle, which had been rude according to Tucker, and run off to fight Ivy.

Red Robin was Tim Drake. Neat.

The two changed the subject to a TV show, but eventually Tucker had to focus on his essay, and they fell silent.

The following morning, Sam reported that she, too, had figured out a Gotham Hero's identity by accident. Her ectoplasim contamination had made her an attractive goth, who was approached by a blushing Damian Wayne to ask her to model her alternative style for his art club.

At the offer of a bit of pocket change, Sam had agreed to follow the art club president to a park where a group of teenagers were setting up canvases and easels. They asked her to sit on the park fountain for a few hours while they tried to capture her likeness in charcoal.

During the session, she noticed a change in Damian's movement as he grew more relaxed and his old habits began to shine through. Princess Dorathea had taught her the dangers of the court and how to notice little changes in body language that could keep her safe.

She thought it was odd that Damian moved like an assassin, reaching for a small knife in the same way he wielded his charcoal. It made sense later when she was rescued by Robin on her walk home from a would-be mugging and noticed the same little habits.

Robin was Damian Wayne. Neat.

If three of the many Bats were Waynes or connected to the famous family, it only logically makes sense that the rest were all Waynes too. Double neat.

The only one who was sincerely shocked by this reveal was Jazz, who had not even a hint of suspicion that Bruce Wayne was Batman.

"This is huge!" Jazz gasps, "Don't you guys realize how crazy this is!?"

"I mean, sure," Tucker slowly responded, sharing a confused glance with Sam and Danny. "But it's not really our business, is it? It's not like Danny is in the hero scene anymore."

"Well, yes but come on it's Batman!"

"I don't think Batman even cares about us, much less his Bruce persona. As someone from the bottom of the first class, trust me, the top of the first class doesn't even notice us taking up space. " Sam laughs, shaking her head. Danny hesitates to mention that Bruce Wayne has stopped by his office multiple times to bring coffee for all his coworkers, but figures the man must do that for all his employees.

Miles and miles away in Wayne Manor, Bruce narrows his eyes at the three screens displaying three newly graduated teens covered in paranormal residue. It's possible that they were all haunted and just didn't know it, which was a common thing, according to the Justice League Dark.

After some digging into their background, he found that companies, summer camps, and internships had all been fabricated by an incredible hacker who provided an oddly convincing cover-up for the various skills the trio possessed. Again, the Justice League Dark also stated that it was common, as that was a tactic the Otherworlders frequently used on humans to leech onto them.

Like a gas station in the middle of nowhere that was there and then it wasn't a few days later.

The three weren't experiencing any negative emotions, which meant whatever was haunting them would soon pass, and it wasn't necessary to intervene. Zatanna promised Bruce that everything was fine.

He had some doubts.

So far, the three have been doing everyday things that first-year college students typically do, and yet, Bruce's children have reported seeing the three often in their civilian lives.

Foley worked out at the same gym Dick did and was often at the ramen shop Jason just helped one of his friends open. Manson began spending time at Cass's favorite café and attended Duke's poetry nights as an observer. Fenton, the male one, was literally working a few floors below Tim.

A coincidence?

Or was it something nefarious at play?

Bruce decided to wait and see what happens.

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Gezeitenkraftwerk (noun, neutral); tidal power plant

Zeit (noun, feminine); time

Kraft (noun, feminine); power

Werk (noun, neutral); plant, factory

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my favourite genre of seventeen is when they're straight up lying

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Part 2 is finally done! I hope it's to everyone's expectations. I had fun making it anyway! Enjoy!!

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I’m actually LOVING how Rick Riordan, and the other writers of the show, took his initial concept of a Percabeth rivalry fueled by that of their parents and kind of turned it on its head?

Now, instead of Annabeth being wary of Percy because he’s a son of Poseidon, he’s wary of her because she made a callous impression on him. They get off to a rocky start even before finding out who Percy’s father is, and when they finally do, Annabeth doesn’t care. Instead of them fighting because of who their parents are, they’re fighting over their own opposed worldviews.

Then, instead of them arguing over which of the gods is cooler and who was right in the story of Medusa, they realize that, just like Medusa, Annabeth is a victim of her mother and that, unlike Medusa, she is a far kinder and stronger person, unwilling to repeat the cycle of hurt. They realize that, like his father, Percy often acts without considering potential consequences and that, unlike his father, he is a far kinder and stronger person, willing to step up for someone he wronged and whom he cares about.

Instead of Percy and Annabeth’s rivalry being focused on that of their parents, it’s focused on who they are, themselves. But the path to friendship is still the same: a realization that they have each other’s backs, no matter what, because they’re not their parents after all.