#tw blood - i have blood in my urine EVERY SINGLE TIME i go to the bathroom

[truthdarespinbottles]

Well that doctor's appointment was an entire waste of time

[battymommastuff]

The Loop [Caution: Sharp Objects]

Batmom x Batfamily

Prompt: It was all a nightmare...simply a nightmare right? Right?

TW: DARK THEMES, NEEDLES AND DEATH

Masterlist Part 1

(GIF not mine)

You uncomfortably made breakfast as Cassandra stared holes into your head. Every Time you moved too quickly, she would flinch then reach out for you. As if she were trying to protect you from something. While you enjoyed spending time with the people you considered your children, this was making you weary.

You were still trying to figure out what happened earlier that morning. Never in your life were you greeted like that. Every single face that you saw had the same look of pure horror on it. It was like you had died right in front of them or something.

"She's just cooking...cooking breakfast." Barbara said as she watched you from the security cameras in the kitchen. Well it wasn't just her watching. "Every movement, and order she's cooking in was exactly the same." Barbara leaned closer to the camera, she wasn't going to miss any details. Anything that you do differently, she will document.

"A hallucigen?" Tim suggested grimacing when he felt the needle push into his vein. Alfred hummed in thought as he collected another blood sample to test, "We were all at the fight with the League, it's possible they used some invisible drug. Maybe us waking up was the drug leaving our system?" Tim asked as Alfred pulled the needle from his arm. After getting it bandaged, he stood up so Duke could get his blood tested next.

"That is likely, we should have done urine samples instead." Bruce mumbled as he analyzed their blood for any signs of drugs or anything that didn't belong.

"Bruce, all the blood is coming up clean. If we were drugged, I doubt something that strong would wash out that quickly. I mean come on, we were all there. We felt her dead body, I felt her blood soak into my pants. There was no way it was fake. It was too real." Dick snapped and ran his hand through his hair, "I felt her body get cold. How is any of this even happening?" He asked then walked away while weaving his fingers through his hair. Stephanie followed after him to try and console him.

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Okay, you were a little offended. You've just finished your famous breakfast, and no one is anywhere to be seen. Well except Cass, who was still watching you while she ate. After a few minutes of the silence, you stood up and stormed to the batcave.

The team was hard at work trying to figure out what happened when you made your way into the dark and gloomy place. "I made a delicious breakfast, and no one has come up to enjoy it. What possibly is so important that you couldn't wait?" You asked while crossing you arms.

They nearly jumped out of their skin when they heard your voice. They were so focused on finding a solution, that they didn't hear you coming down the steps.

Your eyes drifted from your family to the giant computer screen where you saw the results of their drug tests, "What is going on?" You asked then grabbing the nearest person who happened to be Damian. You turned his arm around to see the gauze and bandage wrapped around his arm.

"After the fight with the League, we wanted to make sure we were under the effects of anything dangerous. A simple precaution." Bruce said quickly as he made his way over to you. He rested his hands on your waist, but you noticed the slight hesitation as he did. "Now, let's go eat your breakfast." He said then started leading you out of the batcave, which only led you to ask more questions.

The surprise party was quickly canceled. Even if it was a dream, they didn't want to relive an ounce of those memories. Instead, they opted to take you shopping to your favorite places. Each store, they took turns buying you whatever you wanted. To you, it looked like a simple family outing, but to others, it looked like you were walking around with bodyguards.

Damian even went as far as threatening someone who glanced at you for too long.

After several stores, it was time to get a snack. Everyone managed to cram themselves into the outside patio of an ice cream shop. Bruce felt at ease being that they were in the safer part of the city. You ate your ice cream while chatting away happily. Everyone began to relax, and finally started to feel as if this was just a bad dream.

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Now fully relaxed, your family abandoned the protection formation. You were pushing Barbara and chatting with Jason casually. Though you didn't miss the sketchy person that had been following you. Your constant glances behind you didn't go unnoticed by Jason who alerted the rest of the family.

As soon as the stalker realized he'd been discovered, he lunged for you. Jason quickly intervened, but this man was clearly skilled. It wasn't long before your entire family was fighting to subdue this man. They had to do so as best they could without raising any suspicion as to who their alter egos were. After their success, they proceeded to question him. He could be linked to their dream...if it was real.

Though they would never think that this man could have a partner. He did. You let out a strangled scream when someone grabbed you from behind and a knife was plunged into your chest. The knife left your body, only to be plunged in again and again. Both men ran in opposite directions after the deed was done. This time, Damian was the one who caught you instead of your body hitting the ground.

The young boy watched as you coughed up your blood, and looked at you bleeding body in shock. You then looked up at Damian and your eyes went cold. "Ummi?" He called out while pressing his small hands against your wounds, as if that would help. How could this have happened? What the hell was going on?

Like the night at the party, everyone stood in shock. It was up to one of the Gotham citizens to call the police.

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Police cars, and news vans crowded the area as the family found themselves reliving the horrible night over again. Though no one was holding your body this time. A bloody white sheet covered it. Jason was currently handcuffed and in the back of a police car after he took his anger out on another one.

Gordon knelt by his daughter's side in an attempt to get her to speak, but she was quiet. All eyes were on your corpse once again. What did they do wrong? Was someone out to kill you? First a bullet through the head, then being stabbed in the middle of the street? It didn't make sense.

Dick sat on the ground with his head in his hands when he felt the urge to look up. Across the street where the massive crowd was, he saw a dark figure standing there. It seemed like no one could see it, but him, "Guys?" He called out as he stood up. Everyone looked at him, then followed his pointed finger. Like Dick, they saw the same dark figure.

They watched as it cocked its head to the side then held up an all too familiar music box. Slowly, it opened and the crank started to spin. Bruce started running across the street to try and stop this figure, but his body collapsed to the ground. Gordon caught his daughter when she fell into his arms. She was fast asleep.

Dick held himself up against the wall while trying to memorize every detail of this figure. Whatever it was, he was going to stop it.

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Damian woke up with cold sweat on his body. He wasted no time in getting out of bed to get to his parent's bedroom. He was wearing the same pj's as last time. He threw the door open, and saw that Bruce had just woken up.

Ignoring his father, he went right to the bathroom where you were rubbing some lotion onto your hands. "Damian, what's-" You were cut off when Damian collided with you. His arms were nearly crushing you, "Ummi." He whimpered out like he did when he was having a nightmare. You rested one hand on his head, and the other was on his back.

"It's alright little bird, I'm right here. Everything is okay."

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[maceofpentacles]

help my family afford to get my dog the treatment she needs

tw // pet health + injury

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[theoddcatlady]

The Legion Studies, Part Six

TW: Mentions of pedophilia, sexual assault. 

December 2, 198X

I never found out the truth about Brandon, if he really did murder his mother to be with a male lover without her judgment. But he didn’t end up leaving the next morning.

The blizzard was so white I couldn’t see anything out of the hanger. If I didn’t know better I’d say nothing existed outside of the lab.

The power outages were terrible now, almost happening hourly and lasting up to fifteen minutes at times. But my interviews were the B-2 group were placed on hold as everyone’s attention was on Chloe.

Whether Chloe’s accusation was remotely accurate, I had no way of telling, but Dr. Lewis was unnaturally thrilled. Every psychologist was present when Chloe’s first interview was conducted.  

December 5, 198X

“Hello… Chloe? Is that you?”

Gone was the sweet if not shy little girl. Father Carter sat across from her, smiling kindly while clutching his Bible close to his chest.

Chloe’s blank eyes darted around the room, a few times landing on the one way glass that allowed me and the others to observe. Several sticky pads were stuck to her head while Lois monitored her brain activity. Her eyes felt like they burned into mine before she turned back to Father Carter.

“Fuck off.”

Lois made quite the face at the vulgar language coming from such a petite child.

“Go back to screwing little boys at your parish. I’m not speaking to you.” Chloe crossed her arms and scowled.

I felt my stomach twist, but I continued to write. Something was clearly wrong. Chloe’s very body language had changed, even the inflection on her words was different.

Father Carter wiped some sweat off his forehead before he smiled again. “Chloe? Is someone else in there with you? Are we talking to them?”

Chloe cocked her head to the side and hummed for a bit before shrugging. “Possibly, you rat faced prick. It’s not Emmet, before you ask,” She said.

Hugo walked inside the room. “I miss anything?” He asked. I shushed him and continued writing.

Chloe twirled one of the wires leading up to her head as she chewed on her bottom lip. “Why are you here, Carter? We both know you’re not exactly a lover of the bible.” She eyed it for a moment before laughing. “You don’t even believe. How do you expect it to protect you if you don’t put faith in its ability to defend you? That isn’t how it works.”

Father Carter laughed. I saw his knuckles go white as they clutched tighter on the Bible. “I can assure you, devil, I believe in the Lord, he is our Savior and he will protect me from your wickedness. I will make you leave Chloe be-“

Chloe started to laugh, completely caught up in hysterics. The monitor hooked up to her started to go nuts, Lois’ eyes went wide as they could go. “Please, go ahead, try! I could use the amusement! It will fail. Like everything you do, you will fail. Now go entertain yourself with my little brothers, I’m sure they’ve learned not to cry by now.”

I heard a snap and turned to see Dr. Lewis. His grip had actually broken the pencil he was holding in two. His face was beet red and before I could ask if he was all right he stood and knocked sharply on the window. Father Carter jumped like he heard a gunshot. Chloe perked up and waved.

“Hi daddy!”

I filed out last of the room to hear the sound of a fist meeting flesh. Dr. Lewis had punched Carter in the stomach, hard enough that the priest was half bent over. Another punch and I heard the crack of Carter’s nose breaking, the priest turning into a blubbering mess. “P… please! Herb! The devil lies! His tongue is that of deceit-“

“I have heard enough of your lying, Father Carter!” Dr. Lewis shoved the other man over, his eyes blazing. “I have half the mind to toss you out into this blizzard, right now, let you try to walk back to town!”

Father Carter began to wail before Hugo stepped in, putting himself in the most dangerous part of the room. Between a father and a man who was accused of molesting his children. “As much as I’d love to see Carter get his desserts, Dr. Lewis, we can lock him up with the B-2 group. I’ll talk to Chloe, finish the interview. All right? I’ll talk to Scotty too, see if we can get his side of the story.”

Breathing harshly through his nose, Dr. Lewis finally nodded coldly. “Get your things from your quarters, Father Carter. You have ten minutes. You’ll be placed in Rex’s old cell. Is that clear?” He said.

Father Carter bobbed his head up and down, willing to take imprisonment over freezing to death. Shaking, with a faint scent of urine clinging to him, the priest took off down the hall.

Ten minutes turned into twenty. Thirty. An hour.

Father Carter had vanished, and so did little Scotty.

Somehow they had disappeared into thin air.

December 6, 198X

Dr. Lewis was distraught. His son and his molester had disappeared without a trace. I’d been plagued with nightmares the few hours I slept, but I still searched. The security footage at the trapdoor showed that he did not leave. A small comfort.

Not to mention things were starting to get worse.

Dr. Leon stumbled into my room with a face covered in blood and groaning in pain. I nearly screamed until he managed to say, “Fucking lunatics! Get me an icepack, for the love of god!”  

The wound wasn’t as bad as initially thought, head injuries just tend to bleed like nothing else. I managed to clean him up while asking him what happened.

After he’d swallowed three high strength painkillers, he began to talk.

“None of the patients would talk to me today. Anastasia claims she speaks for all of them. Not even Kaitlyn’s come from her room. Anastasia’s apparently been talking to ‘their’ doctor and therefore I’m no longer needed. Needed, I’m the only one who sees them, I have no idea what the hell she’s talking about, and I tell her that. Then she pitches a glass at my head and starts screaming about rape and murder and I just get the hell out of there while security sedated her. God, my head… I think she was drinking piss or something, and that sure as hell wasn’t lemonade.”

I could smell it on his clothes. It was absolutely urine. “I’ll throw your clothes in with mine to wash,” I offered moments before the lights went out again.

Dr. Leon swore again and I heard him uncap his flask to take a very deep swig.

“You know, it’s probably not a good idea to wash down pain meds with whiskey,” I offered.

Dr. Leon snorted and didn’t respond.

The lights didn’t come on for a whole hour this time, Dr. Leon fumbling his way out of the room only with the assistance of the security lights in the hallway. I sat alone in my room, wondering if Dr. Lewis had managed to make contact with the outside world, to bring people here to help search for Scotty.

Hugo came in my room around ten PM, the lights were back on but I had only turned on the lamp by my bed. He sat beside me as I stared at the ceiling. For several minutes, we didn’t talk. I just took my time examining him. Possibly for the first time, I recognized how young he was. He’d likely still get carded for drinking if he didn’t wear all the Goth get up.

“Hey, Dr. Barbara?”

I finally sat up, rubbing the cross around my neck. “You can just call me Barbara, Hugo,” I said.

Hugo quietly chucked, and I studied that gap where a tooth used to be. “Barbara. I love that name, you know. I might write a song about it someday. Listen, Barbara… can I stay in here tonight? I… I don’t feel safe. Alone. I feel like I’m watched.” His eyes flicked over to me. “Please? I’ll stay on the floor if I have to.”

I didn’t say anything, I just scooted over and patted the spot beside me. Hugo grinned before he crawled in next to me, close enough that I could make out brown speckles in his otherwise blue eyes. I could smell the sharp notes of a bittersweet cologne on his neck.

“Thanks… Barbara.”

December 7, 198X

Hugo thankfully doesn’t snore. Although seeing him without all of the makeup was a bit jarring at first, I didn’t expect him to have such a baby face underneath all of that.

“Hugo, how old are you?” I asked after he stepped out of my bathroom.

He finished drying his hair and turned a bit my direction. “Just turned twenty four. Why? Making sure I’m legal?” He teased.

And back to the normal Hugo. I snorted as I buttoned up my coat. “You’re very funny. Breakfast sound good?”

“Ah, the glorious stale bagels and mushy eggs, what a glorious feast!”  

Hugo pumped both fists into the air before sprinting out the door, into the hall… and then slipping in an enormous puddle of blood.

The scent hit me before the sight, the wet, metallic smell making me gag. My eyes started watering. I stepped out expecting to see another dead body.

The hallway was drenched, the walls, the floor, the ceiling, all oozing and dripping. I covered my mouth with my shirt collar. I felt the tacky blood stick to my shoes. Hugo sat very still in the middle of it all, his mouth in a perfect ‘o’. He lifted up one of his hands to his face, examining the red, before he puked violently onto the floor.

I followed suit shortly after but at least managed to run back into my room to use the trash can.

Cleaning this mess seemed impossible, but what was more disturbing was trying to find the source. I was placed on that duty with Hugo, who looked like he regretted every moment of his life up until then. We didn’t talk. We just followed the trail of blood, which turned from dragging footsteps to streaks like they’d fallen and began to crawl.

We found Ollie kneeling next to one of the bathrooms. Almost like he was praying while trying to push his intestines back into his body. Whoever had killed him had slit his belly wide open. Hugo groaned and covered his mouth. “Hated the bastard. Didn’t want him dead though.”

There were no tears, but there were pity. I shook my head. “Neither did I. I really hope he’s the only victim.” Could so much blood could come from a single person?

I had almost stood back up when I saw something twitch among Ollie’s spilled guts. I frowned before I knelt back down, using one of the pens in my pocket to to push aside one of the intestines.

The tube of flesh burst at that moment, and out came a very large, bloodsoaked rat. Followed by another. And another.

My scream was so loud I alerted security.