#yes the last one isn't clark but THE SLEEVES????

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Tim Sale draws clothes like he's referencing ONLY languishing 1800s heartthrobs. He really gave us the sexiest, most dapper Clark Kent fashion. The sleeves. The waist. The silhouette. It's delectable.

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GRIFFIN GIRLS (a moment in the life): 2020

A short companion Drabble to Griffin Girls

2020 has brought a lot of weird changes to the little town of Polis. But while the world around them seems to be constantly moving, their little corner of the world will always feel like home.

“I’m so glad I came home for this,” Madi whispered, taking a red vine from the bag in Clarke’s purse.

“You say that as if you haven’t been home for the last six months,” Clarke teased, nudging her daughter’s side.

Madi rolled her eyes, pulling her mask just enough that she could slide the candy underneath.

“This is a spectacle,” Bellamy muttered, pulling Clarke into his side as he eyed the crowd wearily. Thelonius had a small group of people tucked behind a curtain, preparing for his first town meeting in six months.

They were spread out in the town square, the town hall too cramped to meet social distancing guidelines.

For the most part, everyone was adhering to the rules. Except for the town troubadour, who was staging a one man protest where he’d trapped himself inside a plastic bubble.

“As you know, we are in the middle of a pandemic!” Thelonius announced, emerging from behind the curtain to stand on top of an old milk crate. “I would just like to make a few reminders!”

“Wash your freaking hands and wear a mask!” Octavia yelled from the crowd, chucking a mini bottle of hand sanitizer at the troubadour’s bubble.

“Thank you Ms. Blake...now as I was saying. These are unprecedented times and I know that these rules can be a little difficult for you all to understand. Sooo I’ve commissioned the Polis High School drama club to provide us with a little demonstration,” Thelonius said, drawing back the curtain to reveal a group of teenagers all clad in costume.

“Oh my God,” Bellamy said and Octavia said in unison, both momentarily forgetting to keep his voice to a whisper.

“Shhh...this is the most exciting thing that’s happened in months,” Clarke scolded, swatting him with a red vine.

The demonstration as it turned out, involved a high school boy dressed as a germ and a giant roll of toilet paper.

“This is Oscar worthy…” Madi choked out, covering her laugh with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

“We’re moving…” Bellamy sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s been great but I think it’s time to throw the entire town away.”

“You say that every time that Thelonius does something stupid. I should make one of those signs, ‘it’s been 0 days since Bellamy tried to leave this town’ and mark it with a little piece of chalk.”

Bellamy gave Clarke his best exasperated stare, hindered by the cover of his mask.

“Hey Blake, is the outdoor patio going to be open after this?” Jasper asked, leaning across the massive aisle.

“It isn’t a patio it’s literally a bunch of folding tables in the street.”

Jasper stared at him expectantly, waiting until Bellamy finally nodded yes before he pulled back to relay the news to Maya.

“You love it here,” Clarke said fondly, moving in for a kiss before she remembered her mask was in the way.

The teenagers wrapped up their play with a final musical number, throwing the crowd into enough chaos that Thelonius adjourned the meeting early.

“I’ll see you guys at home, I’d really rather not run into Jordan,” Madi whispered, squeezing her parents’ hands before she slipped into the crowd.

Clarke watched her go, a mess of dark hair sticking out even between a hundred people. Somehow, she blinked and her daughter was 20 years old. This was the longest she’d been home since high school—and global pandemic aside, the town felt a little more whole with her in it again.

Eventually, everyone went in their separate directions, leaving Bellamy and Clarke standing alone in the square.

“It’s nice to have her back isn't it?” Bellamy murmured, hugging her tightly.

“Makes me realize how big that old house is when it’s just the two of us,” Clarke agreed, leaning back into his chest.

They stood in silence for a while, staring out at the gazebo where they got married, the tree where they had their first kiss, the town that brought them together.

“I could never actually leave this place,” he admitted, unhooking his mask so he could kiss the top of her head.

“There is something missing though, isn’t there?” Clarke sighed, sinking into the embrace. It’d been on her mind for a while now, the idea of having more kids.

Sure, Madi was in college but Clarke was only 36–there was still time. Or they could even adopt. She wanted to have that with Bellamy, to be able to grow their family together.

He didn’t respond, just tilted her chin up kissing her soundly, in the same spot where they got married two years ago and where they’d fallen in love at the Christmas carnival almost a decade before that.

It was all the confirmation she needed.

“We should get to the diner…or should I say, the outdoor patio,” he said, pressing one last kiss to the tip of Clarke’s nose. “The sooner I get Jasper a piece of pie the sooner we can go home.”

“Hello, your wife would like a piece of pie too…” Clarke teased, kissing his nose before pulling his mask back up

They walked arm in arm back toward the diner, a cluster of customers already settled at the widely spaced tables. Thelonius had invested in rolling plexiglass dividers a few weeks ago and it was a great excuse for Bellamy to ignore people who were trying to get his attention to order coffee.

“You serve coffee, I’ll serve pie. Meet back here in fifteen minutes to make out in the store room,” Clarke said with a wink, tapping him gently on the butt as she picked up a tray of apple pie.

Bellamy watched her dip back out the door, unable to wipe the grin off his face. He loved her and by the grace of God, she loved him back.

Taking extra care to not touch the lip of the mugs, he followed her out. The crowd had only grown, backlit by the town’s string lights with the muffled crooning of the bubble clad troubadour filling the air.

Things may look different, and they may be a little scarier than he would’ve liked. But Clarke was right, he did love this town. And it was times like this that really made him understand how fortunate he was. 

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A Summer Job in Gotham

Prompt: The OC is Jim’s cousin and she starts her summer job filing papers at the police station. She meets a couple familiar faces along the way.

WARNGINGS: Abusive Father

"Are you fucking kidding me?! You're so stupid!" I wake up to hear my father screaming at my mother. Another morning I wake before my alarm to the sound of my parents fighting. Actually, it's more like my dad fighting and my mom listening. This isn't the first time and I know it won't be the last. I get out of bed and run straight for the bathroom, turning on the shower and slipping out of my clothes. I step into the hot water and close my eyes, taking in the nice feeling. I spend a couple minutes just enjoying the feeling before I begin to wash my body and eventually my light brown hair. After washing a turn off the water and step out of the shower. I wrap a towel around me and go to pick out my clothes. I just grab a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt. Keep your outfit simple and you won't be noticed. I wait for my dad to leave the house for work and then I go downstairs to get some breakfast. I grab some bread and quickly start to butter it, until I see my mother trying to choke back tears. I hug her. "You really shouldn't let him treat you like that." I tell her. "It's okay, Andi" she tells me. "It's not okay, mom! You need to stand up to that asshole." I inform her. "Andrea Lee Clark! Watch your language!" She exclaims. "I'm sorry mom, but it's true." I respond. "Please don't forget to talk to your cousin about that summer job after school." She reminds me. "I won't." I promise. I kiss her, grab my breakfast, and rush out the door to the bus. I hop on the bus and take the first available seat I see. I look out my window, watching all of the miserable people doing their daily business on the streets of Gotham. I see both the poor, living in pain, and the filthy rich, not giving a damn. It's disgusting how nobody seems to care. We go through our lives putting one thing first and one thing only. Ourselves. When we put others first it's only because WE feel pain. Not the other way around.

The hours tick by as sit in my full school. I just want it next week. The last day of my senior year can't come any faster. The last bell rings and I rush out of class, practically run down to my locker. I can't be late to meet my cousin at the precinct. I stuff the homework into my bag and throw my science text book into my locker. I then throw my backpack over my shoulders and close my locker door. I exit the school and begin my short walk to the police station.

When I arrive the whole place is buzzing with action. I look around for my cousin. An officer approaches me. "May I help you, miss?" She asks. "Yes, do you know where I can find Jim Gordon?" I ask. "Right this way." The woman offers a smile as she walks me to his desk. "You can wait here. He should be back any moment." She informs me. I thank her and she disappears to do her job. I take a seat in his chair and open the file in front of me. It is full of pictures and statements from people from the circus. I look at the outside of the folder again and read aloud the title. "Jerome Valeska." I say quietly. "Interesting, right?" I hear a voice come from behind me. It makes me jump. I turn around to see my cousin. "Hey, Jim. You scared me." I say giving a smile. "Hey, Andi. Glad you're already looking at the Jerome files. I need you to go through and find every other file we have on him." Jim informs me. "I didn't even do a job interview yet." I say laughing. "We're short staffed and could really use somebody as quickly as possible. A woman named Kristen Kringle will train you." He responds. "You'll just being doing filing and stuff like that." He adds. "Okay. Also, why do you need the Jerome files?" I ask. "We need to copy them and bring them down to Arkham." He answers. "Come on, I'll show you around." He offers. He leaves his desk and I follow.

Jim shows me around the precinct. He ends to tour at my office. We walk in to see a pretty woman in a cute outfit with a pair of glasses. She has her brown hair tied up and she is surrounded by officers who are trying to flirt with her. It's actually less of a flirt and more of a sexual harassment. "Don't you think you men should be getting back to work?" Jim interrupts them. They all awkwardly leave the room and Kristen appears to look more relaxed. "Hello, Detective Gordon." Kristen speaks. "Hi, Kristen. This is Andrea-" He begins. "Andi." I interrupt. "You're going to be training her." He finishes. "Okay. Nice to meet you, Andi." She greets me. "Her first assignment is to find all the files relating to Jerome Valeska. Do you think you can help her out?" He asks. "Sure thing, Detective Gordon." She responds with a smile. "Well, I guess I'll leave you girls to it. Andi, you know where my desk is. Bring me the files when you're done." He says. "Good luck." He adds before exiting the room.

Kristen and I mostly make awkward small talk as she teaches me to learn my way around the files. I mostly don't pay attention to her. I enjoy spending my time reading through the rest of the files on Jerome Valeska and the circus. The room has a boring feel to it until I hear a knock on the door. I look up to see a tall man with dark brown hair and big black glasses. He fiddles nervously with the file he's holding "Ms. Kringle, I have a file for you." He says excitedly. "Thank you, Mr. Nygma." She responds. He glows at the sound of his name coming from her lips. "Edward Nygma." He says putting a hand out to greet me. "Andi Clark." I say shaking his hand. "So, Ms. Kringle... What is harder to catch the faster you run?" He asks. "I don't know." She responds. "Your breath." He says pleased with himself. I begin to laugh and he smiles at me. "Mr. Nygma, would you please do me a favor?" Krista asks. "Anything!" He responds in excitement. "Would you please give me some time to work with Ms. Clark? I was told that I have to train her." She informs him. "Of course, Ms. Kringle. It was nice to meet you, Ms. Clark." He says as he exits the room. "Nice to meet you too Mr. Nygma." I say as he walks out the door. "Thank God he's gone." Krista says quietly. "Why? What's wrong with him?" I ask, displeased. "He's just creepy." She responds. "And his riddles drive me crazy? How am I supposed to know the answers?" She asks. "Just give him a chance. He seems sweet and to be fair his riddles are pretty good." I say with a laugh. "Well then you like him so much, you date him!" She says a little angry. "He's way too old for me and he's not really my type anyway." I tell her truthfully. "Why don't you date him?" I add. "He's too nice. I don't deserve a nice guy like that." She begins. "And to be completely honest he's a little boring for my taste." She says the last part a little quieter. "Whatever. I'm sure whoever he ends up with will be a very lucky lady." I say finishing off the conversation and getting back to work.

As soon as I finish finding all of the files and learn my job along the way, I pile them in my arms and carry them to Jim's desk. Normally cases don't have this many files, but the collected statements from every person in the circus, as well as some of the audience. That's more witnesses than usual. I approach Jim's desk and place the files on top neatly. "Ready to go?" He asks. "Go where?" I respond. "To Arkham. We gotta drop off the files." He says in a matter-of-fact sort of way. "Alright. I'll grab my jacket!" I say practically running back to my desk in excitement. I have a pretty good feeling that this isn't a normal thing so I can't pass up an opportunity like this. I grab my jacket and quickly walk back to meet Jim. Then we hop into his car and drive off to Arkham Asylum.

"A few rules before we go in." Jim begins to speak as we approach the gates of Arkham. I nod. "Don't make eye contact and don't speak to them." He orders me. "Yes, sir." I say with a laugh. We stop at the gates and a security guard opens them for us. We park his car and enter the large building. On our way to the office we pass what appears to be like some sort of cafeteria. There are many people locked in the room doing various activities. Some are speaking to each other and others are keeping to themselves. I scan the room and that's when I lay my eyes upon him. The reason I'm here. Jerome Valeska. His hair is slightly messy, but still looks good and his smile is large. He laughs like a mad man, which makes sense because that's what he is. A crazy, barbaric madman who killed his mother. Then he turns his head. His eyes lock with mine and the corners of his mouth turn up into a large grin. He approaches the metal fence between us and wraps his fingers through the holes. "Hello, Gorgeous." He says to me. I refrain from speaking, but I can't look away from him. Jerome looks down to my hands to see the files and then looks back up to my face. "Are you here just for me, doll face?" He asks with confidence. I just keep my mouth shut as instructed by Jim. "Surely a lady this beautiful would have a loud mind. Why don't you let some of those voices in your head out to play? Speak to me." He orders. Then I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up to see Jim standing behind me. "Let's go." He says quietly as he pulls me away from the red headed maniac.