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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ prompt: a baby appears into your timeline to reveal an unexpected surprise.

♡ pairing: Bart Allen (Impulse) x fem reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / for OBVIOUS reasons, it’s altered when it comes to the canon universe because we all know legitimate canon wouldn’t work for this....pain. also!! please if any of you are interested in more characters with prompt, let me know!!

both you and Bart weren’t together. not in the slightest. at the very least, both of you had flirted with each other, PLAYFULLY and all things considered, Bart liked to talk to girls when he had the chance. he was very much like Wally in that sense.

since you weren’t exactly the type to try to flirt with every person with a pulse like Bart did, you really only playfully ‘flirted’ with Jaime, Gar, and sometimes Robin when you were feeling extra confident.

the lair was extra dead tonight with only you, Bart, and Gar sitting down and watching whatever was on TV. you had you legs kicked up on Gar as Bart was reaching over to your lap to grab the popcorn that you were holding.

“the lair being this dead seems unnaturally calm,” you told the two boys. they nodded in agreement but before you could even take another breathe, all of your eyes were averted to the large blue orb that was suddenly in the room. Bart grabbed his gear from behind the couch and Gar immediately transformed. you grabbed the pocket knife from your pocket and held it in a very similar Michael Meyers pose, “what the hell is happening,” you heard Gar whisper.

as all of you were ready to attack, all of you saw a baby, no older than ten months pop out. your instincts immediately jumped to grab the infant before it fell on the ground. you looked to the boys with wide eyes before staring back down to the baby, “oh, hi baby,” you whispered as it let out a cry.

“that’s a baby!” Gar screamed, not knowing what to do. both you and Bart looked at him like he was an idiot, “of course it is! what else would it be?” you retorted, not in the mood to hear his slight stupidity while a child was wailing.

you grabbed the blanket you were using a while ago and wrapped it around her like your sister had taught you. having a niece you guessed at its perks as the baby immediately calmed down, “call someone!” you whispered to the two, “Nightwing, Megan, fucking hell, even the Bat if you can!”

both Gar and Bart ran to the nearest COMM link and rang for anyone in the Justice League or your leaders. as Gar was standing behind you, admiring the tiny baby, he looked at her before looking at you and Bart, “huh, she kinda looks like if she was some kind of combination of the two of you,” Gar said off-handedly.

you and Bart looked at each other before laughing hysterically. a kid? with Bart no less? that sounded like some kind of joke if you’ve ever heard one. Bart sat down next to you and peeked at the hair, “he does have that Allen red hair though,” you stared at him before smacking the back of his head.

it didn’t take long before Nightwing, Robin, and Batman ran into the lair. whatever distress signal Gar or Bart let out must’ve worked because you had never saw any of the three get here as fast as they just did. you looked to Nightwing and Batman while showing them the sleeping baby.

“the three of us were just watching a movie when a blue orb came literally out of nowhere and the baby popped out. we swear we didn’t do ANYTHING,” you explained through nervousness. Batman hummed, seeing how calm the baby was, “kinda looks like the two of you,” Nightwing said out of curiosity.

“THAT’S WHAT I SAID!” Gar yelled, “it has her hair but Bart’s hair color.” you sighed out of annoyance as Nightwing agreed. Batman on the other hand looked at you and back to Bart who was eerily quiet for someone who talked A LOT.

he gave Dick a look as if the two of communicating telepathically. on instant, Dick looked to the three of you, “what did we say about leaving stray cups around,” Nightwing told the three of you. you sighed, “sorry, we didn’t have time to pick up,” you said grabbing your pink Solo cup and tossing it in the trash.

“we’ll see what we can do to get the child back where it belongs,” Batman said giving you a look, “the baby hasn’t given you any trouble, right? come with me and bring the child. we can run a DNA sample and see if he has any connections to any of the members whether it’s in the league or among the team,” he asked.

discreetly, Tim had gotten a cotton swab and took the spit from the residue on the solo cup and put it in his small pocket before following all of you. you felt the baby stir in your arms and as she opened her eyes, you smiled down at it. you had no idea where these maternal instincts came from but oddly enough, you had this mother bear protectiveness over her.

you waited for something that had to be brought by Nightwing to the lair and during that time, you played with the baby, who Bart decided to call Autumn for the time being. Nightwing came back a bit later and gave whatever he brought to Nightwing as he watched you and Bart play with the girl.

while the two of you wanted to hand the baby over to Gar, Megan, Zatanna, hell even Robin, she immediately refused and let out a blaring cry whenever you or Bart let her go. everyone immediately handed her back to you or Bart as soon as she started crying and almost as quickly as she started crying, she stopped when you or Bart held her.

“do you think I can go feed her? she’s probably hungry,” you told Nightwing. he nodded as you got up with the baby and grabbed her by the arms, holding them high in the air so she could use her legs to walk without falling, “she seems like a great mom,” Nightwing said.

without a thought or even a second heart beat, Bart nodded in agreement as he watched you walk out. Bart wanted to follow you but didn’t want to seem like he was overwhelming you so he stayed with the Bats and Gar.

not even realizing, he had fallen asleep against the wall as DNA results pinged up on Tim’s screen. the baby had the closest match to your DNA and using the spit from the previous DNA testing Bart had done on Bart, both of your photos showed up as the parents. Tim got Dick’s and Bruce’s attention without trying to make a scene.

Dick laughed because of course the two of you were the parents. no wonder Autumn didn’t want anyone to hold her except for the two of you. as Dick looked down to look at Bart, he saw that he had finally woken up. Tim signaled that he was in the kitchen, trying to make Autumn laugh.

“ironic how that works out,” Gar said. Nightwing and Batman agreed as he told Nightwing to be the one to break the news to the two of you. Gar wanted to hear what you both said when he told you and Tim tagged along as a result.

as they all entered the kitchen, they heard ‘Killer Queen’ by Queen playing from your phone as you and Bart were playing with Autumn. “hey, did the results come back? I bet 50 bucks it was Megan’s and Connor’s!” you said.

Nightwing handed you the papers in a manila folder. you couldn’t help but laugh at how eerily reminiscent this was to a Maury TV show segment. you opened the folder to see your team photo right along Barts as the arrows pointed to the Autumn.

out of sheer shock, you dropped the folder on the floor as you felt like the wind was knocked out of you. Bart looked at the ground to see what the results were but he, unlike you, laughed. you had given Nightwing the baby to hold before grabbing the folder.

“congrats?” Gar said awkwardly, “you’re parents!”

before you could respond to his witty comments, you saw the same blue orb enter the lair again. you stared at the orb as two people walked out, arguing with each other at the top of their lungs. you grabbed the baby from Nightwing and held it tightly against your chest as Bart went into defense mode and jumped in front of the two of you.

“i think it’s the two of you from the future,” Robin said as eerily similar version of the two of you walked into view. future you immediately sighed in relief as she saw you holding the baby, “so she did get sent to the past,” future you said.

you looked yourself, “so, I’m assuming bird boy here did his little magic and figured out both of you were the parents?” you said. you nodded as older Bart chuckled and stood next to his younger self, “how did we get together?” he asked himself.

“what’s the date?” he asked. Nightwing gave him the date and Bart laughed, “you’ll see in a few weeks actually. word of advice, don’t piss her off while she’s pregnant. I learned this the hard way,” Bart warned. older you smiled at you as you stood next to Bart, “we gotta go back to our timeline. the twins are killing me and she’s getting restless,” you said.

“TWINS?” all of you screamed at the sudden confession. older you smacked yourself as Bart warned you about spoilers, “twins....” you murmured to yourself as your older versions walked back into the orb and waved all of you off.

Nightwing had told Gar and Tim to leave the two of you alone so you could process what you had just found out. you looked too Bart who was scratching the back of his head, “we have kids together, huh?” you told Bart, “three kids at that,” he replied.

you gave Bart a smile, “whenever you’re done flirting with every girl on the planet, you know where you can find me,” you told him, giving Bart a wink before walking back into the kitchen, “no fair! you flirt with Jaime all the time!” he retorted as he walked into the kitchen.

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river-bottom-nightmare · 3 years

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Nightwing 79 Review

i said i would and i will. i did like this issue! not as striking and attention grabbing as 78, but i think this issue was meant to be a foundation one, laying out the groundwork for the future. overall, pretty good. also there wasn't enough bitewing. as promised, overly extensive metaphors and me reading too much into things under the cut

i know i've talked about this cover before, but this particular thing is oddly important to me, so i'll talk about it again

this is me, once again screaming about how artists put nightwing in traditionally feminine poses and how every time i see it i just get whiplash. i mean, true, the main reason why is because nightwing is a so often sexualized character, and putting him in these poses just increases the objectification, which is a goal that dc producers have. but there are very few popular male characters that do this. the only one i can think of off the top of my head is deadpool, but that was so obviously a critique and a way to make fun of the media industry. when they draw dick like this, they’re being serious. they’re putting him in appealing poses meant to show him off, and that’s something that’s traditionally only been done to women.

it's a very direct and very loud breaking of traditional gender roles in media, especially for a character as high-profile and historic as dick grayson. colour also plays a factor in this. the entire background is pink. i was absolutely shocked when i first saw it, when the teaser came out, because i cannot think of any comic book covers of male comic heroes this high-profile where pink is even just prevalent in the cover, let alone the majority of the cover. the pink does look beautiful: it offsets and highlights the black and blue of dick's suit gorgeously, but does it with more finesse than orange or red. but the fact that the stylistic choice was made to accent and draw this cover with aesthetic and beauty in mind, completely ignoring traditional hard-set gender rules in art, was a conscious choice and one i wholeheartedly support.

just another example of the sexualization i was talking about. i remember seeing harley quinn in this exact pose in suicide squad.

so far, taylor's been pretty dead-set on bringing alfred to the forefront of importance in this series. he wants people to know how much he loves alfred's character, and how much the butler meant to dick growing up. he was dick's father too. but what i adore is how taylor managed to stress alfred's importance in a way that didn't insult or belittle bruce.

this is one of the best bruce and dick interactions i've seen, and it's done in one simple interaction. in this, bruce is tough and harsh. he knocked dick down hard, but then he reached a hand down and helped pull dick back up. let me analyze their dialogue for a minute

on your feet: this is bruce telling dick to get up. he's trained dick, he knows what the younger boy is capable of, he knows his limits, and he knows what dick can do. this is bruce telling dick i know you're strong enough to get up, so get up and prove me right

are you just going to knock me down again?: surface-level, it looks like dick's complaining. he doesn't like bruce's rough training, and he's tired of bruce knocking him down. but look at his face in this. he's smiling up at bruce, knowledgeable and a little hopeful. he knows that bruce is doing this to help dick better himself, he's completely on board with the rough training, because they both know the rewards are incredible. also, he's teasing. he's bantering with bruce. there's an ease in that joking statement, one that belies affection and intimacy. they've only known each other for a little bit, but they're already slipping into a close familial relationship.

it depends on how fast you learn: this is bruce bantering back. this is bruce not being a stoic, unfeeling asshole. instead, he's shown with the dry humor that a good batman writer knows is a staple of the character. he's teasing dick, telling him he'll basically whoop his ass if dick doesn't learn fast enough. it's incentive for dick to train harder, while also being lighthearted enough to tell dick that believes in dick and doesn't want him to push himself too hard.

gosh i love the titans. also it looks like wally's staring at dick's ass.

this was cute. a prod at dick's silly and playful sense of humor, while not dumbing him down for the sake of a laugh. instead, he's joking about food, which is stuff everyone jokes about. this is the kind of stuff that'll actually make me laugh, instead of just making me vaguely uncomfortable.

bludhaven's almost always portrayed as a cesspool of a city. and to be honest, it really is. but this panel gives the city a meaningful history, while also giving us a reason for why dick moved there.

it talks of a time when people still thought they could beat the monsters. that if they fought hard enough, they could win the fight. it was a tentative hope that you could always overcome hardship.

dick's little "i like that it's still standing" shows how he still believes that, despite what the rest of the world thinks. despite everything that he's been through, dick is still tentatively an optimist, and believes he can fight the monsters of the world and win. it's a beautiful testament to his character, and i'm like that they added his signature element of hope back in. it used to be what he symbolized as robin, and despite his growth and character arc from robin to nightwing, this is one aspect of robin that i'm glad nightwing still has.

remember when i said "things that make me vaguely uncomfortable??" yeahhhh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Shooketh Dick: A Sequel

(the expressions in this series are just,,,,on point)

this was an incredibly sweet and kindhearted thing for dick to do, but i found it kind of,,,,,,,,desperate? maybe that's just me, but let me explain.

dick's suddenly a billionaire, and he has entirely too much money that he knows what to do with. it's also alfred's money, what the man left to him, so dick forever links it with alfred. in addition to that, he's back and bludhaven and looking at it with "fresh" eyes. (at least, from a different point of view since he got shot in the head. then mind controlled.) he's desperate to do something with the money and he's desperate to help the people around him that so obviously needs up, so he comes up with an on-the-fly solution that's a little impractical and a little crazy, but it still helps and still does some good.

to me, dick seems a little lost. he hasn't completely found his balance yet, and he's trying to do things that will. he tries charity, because that's what bruce did and it's what he knows, even though he admitted that he always thought bruce could have done more as bruce wayne than batman.

they have a family group chat guys yall were right.

also, do i think that dick would ever actually get his wallet stolen?? no way in hell, he’d notice someone getting ready to pickpocket him a mile away. but i suppose it’s important to the Plot.

okay this is getting interesting. first blockbuster, now maroni (+ the weird heart stealer guy). i can officially say that i am intruiged

this particular artistic quirk is shown a lot in this issue, and from this art team in general, but i feel like this panel is one of the best examples of it. it was stunning enough to take up a full page, and it’s well deserved.

the way they show dick moving is absolutely brilliant. as a reader, i like seeing these smaller versions of dick getting clearer and in more detail as they come closer to the screen. not only do they show depth in the picture beyond what a simple 3 dimensional piece of art does, it also shows the passage of time.

in addition, it showcases dick’s skill. dick spots these mobsters running after a group of petty thieves. he then, and follow me here, leaps off the roof of one building feet first, springboards backwards off the side of the adjacent building with his feet, gracefully continues his backflip, rights himself, shoots a line with perfect timing: just in time to soften his landing but not slow him down, execute said landing on top of a moving bus, keep running on the moving bus without missing a beat, shoot his grapple, use the grapple to swing, use the swing to build up momentum, then use the momentum to deliver a powerful blow to the mobsters. and he did all that fast enough to catch up with the mobsters, even though he was a ROOFTOP OVER.

d a m n s o n

this panel, the very first in the issue, is also another example of that art style, but a little more distinctive. i love the way they showed dick’s different costumes through the ages, along with him simply growing up. it’s a little heartbreaking, but a lot uplifting to see how far he’s come. thank god he got rid of the red. now all we need is the fingerstripes, and we’ll be golden

discowing my beloved. also i can’t clearly see discowing’s hair but it definitely looks like it’s pulled back. it looks like he put it in a ponytail. guys. guys. dick had a ponytail omg.

he’s having a Hero Moment

are you talking about the city, dick, or are you talking about you? the kgbeast, the court, the joker. dick fell to each one of them, no matter how hard he fought. he won in the end, eventually and with his family’s help. but i think he’s feeling a little low, a little defeated right now. it’s almost like he needs a win, he needs to feel victorious, he needs to feel like he helped someone (hence the food and the hotel room), just because he needs to remember what it feels like.

these lines were supposed to resonate with you, and goddamn they did.

i looked at it from two ways. first, it’s the girl asking, begging nightwing not to hurt them. bludhaven doesn’t know dick the way gotham does, they’re still a little frightened of him. this child was brave enough to step in front of all of the other hurt and homeless kids and ask, to a strange man in a mask, if he was going to hurt them like the other men had. it’s heartbreaking, but commendable, and an echo of the city itself that dick’s decided to protect. they’re bloody and broken and terrified, but still gritty and brave enough to stare what they fear in the eye and ask it not to hurt them.

second, it’s dick seeing the question reflected in himself. recently, he got shot in the head and lost all his memories. while i think that the way ric reacted was a perfectly valid and human response to the situation, i think dick still regrets how callously and rudely he treated his family. then, he was manipulated by the court of owls, then he was brainwashed with a magic crystal by the joker. dick does have a guilt complex. it’s not a big as bruce’s, but it’s there. and right now, with this girl begging her not to hurt them, dick is probably thinking about all the times he hurt people, in control of his own actions or not, bc he “didn’t have a heart.”

little ambitious don’t you think, dick?

also just look at the sunset colours loOK at the they could not make this any more obvious oh my godddddddddddddddddddddddd

in conclusion, i need more of her

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sohotthateveryonedied · 4 years

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Feels More Like a Memory

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Summary:

Ric gulps down the rest of the beer and gestures to the bartender for another. Then he holds out his hand. “I’m Ric, by the way. With a C.”

“Wally. With a W.”

“That’s a tragedy.”

“And Ric isn’t?”

It’s not easy being a ghost. Ric isn’t dead. He has flesh, breath, motion, all signs of life. But Him? The person he apparently used to be but who might as well be a stranger told in someone else’s story? That person is dead, and Ric can’t help but feel like a murderer for pushing him out. He isn’t Dick Grayson. Not anymore. Ric slides into a bar stool, flagging down the bartender. “I’ll have a beer.” This place isn’t his favorite haunt in Blüdhaven, but they do serve good brews despite the lack of customers and general grossness. And, frankly, he’s not in the mood for company tonight. He’s been fielding calls all day from those people, the ones who knew him Before. The ones who foolishly call every few days as if expecting the ghost to answer in Ric’s place. Bruce. Barbara. Damian. Even some names that Ric doesn’t recognize but couldn’t care less about if he did. A Donna Troy. Jason Todd, even though Dick saw in some old files that he’s supposed to be long dead. Some kid named Tim. Ric doesn’t even pick up anymore when the calls come. It’s too exhausting playing defense, trying to remind these poor idiots that the Dick they knew is dead. Ric can’t keep pretending to have any part of himself that cares about these strangers, that keeps him straddling the line between past and future, or it will tear him in half. He’s had enough of the visits from “old friends” and family members he wouldn’t recognize from a Christmas card.

It’s a weeknight, so the bar is empty but for a few alcoholics and some guys playing pool in the back. Ric might even join them later, hustle a few rounds. The door to the bar opens, a dulled bell sounding to announce the newcomer. Ric doesn’t bother looking up. It’s not like he’ll recognize the new face—or any face, for that matter. The bartender brings over his beer. Ric thanks her and takes a sip. The stool next to him creaks. “I’ll have a Coke with three maraschino cherries, please. Thanks.” It’s a deep voice with a bit of a midwestern twang. From Missouri, maybe? The “please” is a clear indicator that he’s not from around here, nor does he go to bars a lot. Not this kind, anyway. Ric has tried and failed to turn that part off, the part that picks apart every detail in the world into quantifiable data. His memories may be gone, but whatever that crazy bat guy trained into him has stayed in his head as muscle memory. Ric couldn’t escape it if he tried. He drinks his beer, side-eyeing the guy. “Never met anyone who goes to a bar for a soda.” The guy doesn’t...he doesn’t flinch, exactly. But there’s the slightest of shivers that runs through his frame as if hearing Ric’s voice does something to him, even though he’s the one who sat next to Ric in the first place despite the plenty of empty stools around them. Maybe he’s lonely. Maybe he’s just a weirdo. Whatever this guy is, he recovers quickly. “You can’t exactly get a Coke with three cherries from your neighborhood grocer.” “You can if you make it at home.” The guy’s mouth quirks. “Then I’m here for the wonderful atmosphere.” Now that Dick is facing him, he can see that the guy has bright red hair that curls in front of his forehead, wind-blown like he spends his life riding on top of a bullet train. His eyes are green and practically every inch of visible skin is sprinkled with freckles. “If you’re looking for atmosphere, you’re sure as hell not going to find it here,” Ric says. “This place is the pits.” “Then how come you’re here?” Ric shrugs. “For the moldy buffalo wings and terrible service, of course.” The guy laughs and, for whatever reason, Ric gets the impression that it’s the first real laugh he’s had in a long time. The bartender serves up his soda, cherries and all. “I’ve got to be honest, Blüdhaven is even worse than I remember it. Ever since that bat guy disappeared, it’s like all I hear about Blüd now is how much the crime has escalated.” “Nightwing,” Ric corrects before he can stop himself. “His name was Nightwing.” “Right, Nightwing. What do you think happened to him?” He got shot in the head. Not that Ric can tell that to a complete stranger. Then again, he’s been meeting far too many “complete strangers” lately who turn out to be anything but. They try to worm their way into Ric’s life as if they know him, as if they have some kind of a claim on him. “Have we met before?” he asks. He tries to do it casually to cushion the blow of completely changing the subject, but it’s hard to remember what casual even is anymore. “You seem...familiar.” The guy plasters on a smile. “Just have one of those faces, I guess.” “Says every person who’s ever pretended not to know someone.” That gets another laugh. Maybe he’s just a happy guy? Definitely not from around here, then. “I’m from Central City, actually. Just here for the weekend. I was trying to track down an old friend.” “And did you find him?” The guy’s eyes dim, but he keeps up some of the smile, like he’s mourning a memory. “Nope. He skipped town pretty recently and has been missing since.” “Sorry to hear that.” The guy drinks his soda. “How about you? What keeps you in a place like Blüdhaven?” “Believe it or not, this is the only place I’ve been in so far that’s felt like home.” He’s already buzzing from the beer combined with the whiskey this morning and the vape he bummed off a couple guys earlier. Might as well go all in. “I got shot in the head a while ago and since then, I’ve been a clean slate.” He points to the scar on his scalp, but he doesn’t have to. A goddamn aircraft could see that thing from orbit. “It’s hard to figure out ‘home’ again when every place you go is filled with too many people who know and care about you, you know?” “You and I have very different definitions of ‘home’ then. The way I see it, home is wherever the people who love you are.” “You’d be surprised. It’s more like leeches, really. Or a landlord begging for rent even after you’ve moved out. It’s fucking exhausting.” He gulps down the rest of the beer and gestures to the bartender for another. Then he holds out his hand. “I’m Ric, by the way. With a C.” “Wally. With a W.” “That’s a tragedy.” “And Ric isn’t?” That makes Ric laugh. The weird part is that, at the heart of whatever this is, there’s something natural about laughing with this random person. Wally. It feels familiar, like this is someone important, as insane as that sounds. He blames it on the alcohol, but he could almost convince himself that this Wally guy is something vital he’s been missing. But Ric has seen the files Batman showed him while he was futilely trying to jog Ric’s memory. There was nothing about anyone named Wally in there, so he’s in the clear. “So,” Wally says, “amnesia, huh? And I thought I had problems.” “You have no idea. Weirdly enough, the amnesia part isn’t even the worst of it. I can deal with having no memories. The real problem is everyone else’s memories trying to force their way into mine. Everybody remembers me as somebody else, but they can’t understand that the man they knew is long gone. It’s pathetic.” “Can you blame them? If someone I loved forgot who he was, I’d want to bring him back too.” “Then you’ve never had to deal with lost memories before. Everyone talks about how amnesia can be a blessing in disguise, giving you a reset on life. But it’s more like being dropped in the middle of a sports game where you don’t know the rules or who your teammates are, and everyone’s waiting for you to just get with the program and kick the ball somewhere.” Wally bites a cherry off its stem. “What I wouldn’t give for that.” At Ric’s questioning look, he says, “I have two kids. Twins, Jai and Irey. They’re...they were incredible. They were the lights of my life. Then there was...something happened. I lost them both, and now all I have left of them are memories. But I swear to god, sometimes it feels like having the memories hurts a million times worse than losing them in the first place.” Well, shit. By the looks of him, Wally can’t be more than twenty-four, twenty-six years old. Losing two kids so young must be hell on earth. That Damian kid said stuff about how Dick was like a second father figure to him and how when Damian was dead, the greatest relief after coming back was that Dick wouldn’t have to mourn him anymore. But Ric doesn’t remember any of that. If he ever did lose Damian like he said, it means nothing to Ric now. Dick may have lost a child, but Ric didn’t. Wally swallows thickly, drinks his soda until his throat clears. “So trust me, I get wanting to forget. But if you want my advice, I say hold on to your family for as long as you can, even if you don’t want to. You never know how much time you’ll have with them.” Ric honestly doesn’t know what to say to that. “I’m...I’m sorry, man.” Wally clears his throat, forces a smile, but each one is dimmer than the last. “It’s fine. But you see why I don’t drink.” He doesn’t elaborate, but Ric gets the message: Because if I did start drinking, I would never stop. “I can’t even imagine losing someone like that,” Ric says, sipping his fresh glass of beer. “I know my parents are dead, but my memories are so messed up that I don’t remember much of it. And even though I can’t remember anything after that day, it still feels like it happened twenty years ago. I’ve never had to grieve anyone but myself.” “It helps to have people around you, for one thing. That friend I mentioned, the one who skipped town? We used to have a system that whenever one of us was having a bad day, we’d go down to that gay bar a few blocks from here and stay there until we forgot what we were upset about.” After a second, he asks, “You ever been there?” Ric resists the urge to grimace. “I’m straight, actually. That kind of stuff...it’s not really my thing.” Wally blinks at him. “You’re kidding.” “Excuse me?” “Nothing. That’s just...surprising.” “Okay?” This wouldn’t be the first time someone’s accused Ric of being queer. Just because he likes mesh shirts and the occasional crop top doesn’t mean he’s gay, okay? He’s as straight as an arrow. “No, that’s not—I mean...I don’t know what I mean.” Wally shakes his head. “It’s easy to forget that not everyone lives the same life you do, I guess.” Ric clinks his glass with Wally’s. “Cheers to that.” Ric can’t explain what about this conversation makes him feel more comfortable than he has in weeks. Maybe it’s the beer. Maybe it’s the human interaction with someone who isn’t another bar-hopping asshole or part of his old “family” trying to bring him back to a home that isn’t his. Ric has spent so long driving strangers to their destinations in his taxi, sleeping under a new roof every night, gambling his money away and drinking himself into oblivion as long as he can afford it. But here, with Wally, he feels settled. His head clears, and it’s such a foreign sensation that he stops for a moment just to let himself soak in it. “How long are you staying in Blüd, Walls?” He doesn’t mean to say the nickname, it just slips out of him like a bar of soap between slick hands. Wally doesn’t seem to mind. He even smiles, and Ric can’t help but wonder if the friend he was talking about used to call him that. “This is my last night, actually. I’m going to this mental health facility in Nebraska for a while to recharge. I just wanted to see my friend one last time before I left.” “I’m sorry you couldn’t find him.” “Yeah. Me too.” Wally downs the rest of his drink and stands, tossing a few bills on the counter. “I should probably head out. It was nice talking to you, Ric.” Ric shakes his hand again. “You too. Track me down if you ever find yourself in Blüd again. It’ll be nice seeing a familiar face for once.” “You got it.” Wally turns to go but stops at the door, one hand mid-twist on the knob. He looks back at Ric. “Don’t forget me again, okay?” He’s gone before Ric can answer, the door closing behind him. Ric was lying before, when he talked about the worst part of being an amnesiac. The worst part isn’t the missing twenty years, or the annoying family members, or the fact that he can name all fifty states but can’t remember whether he likes mustard or not. It isn’t any of those things. The worst part is knowing about the past that waits for him to sink back into it even though he can’t, no matter how hard he tries. It’s struggling with the fact that he has a whole family he doesn’t recognize but who loves him more than he’s ever seen a person be loved before. It’s seeing that love, witnessing the lengths they go to just to have their Dick back, but not being able to feel any of it because that isn’t his life. It’s not Ric’s love to have, and it never will be. Dick Grayson may be dead, but the love he earned is eternal. And that, right there? That’s what hurts the most.

#whumptober 2020 #ric grayson #dick grayson #nightwing #batman #robin #wally west #kid flash #the flash #birdflash #titans #teen titans #dc comics #fanfiction #fanfic #no.15 #memory loss

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Am I the only one who doesn’t like that they’ve given away Cassie’s Wonder Girl title and set this new character up as the future Wonder Woman out of nowhere? I’ve always seen Wonder Woman as Cassie’s future, and I feel like the comics definitely pointed towards that. But now there’s this new character who I don’t feel has earned it. And honestly? I feel the same way about Jon being seen as a shoo-in for taking over as Superman. And I love Jon! (At least I did before he got aged up. Now I’m sadly either indifferent or annoyed depending on the day) But I feel like Superman has always been Kon’s future, and now it’s been given to someone else. So where does that leave them? Kon’s no longer seen as one of the main Supers, Superman isn’t his future, and now he’s been shunted onto the Suicide Squad. When you introduce new characters this way, eventually older characters get pushed out of their spots to give ‘legitimacy’ to the newer ones.

Sorry for ranting! This got a bit away from me. Apparently I’m more upset about this than I thought I was!

Don’t be sorry, I totally get you!

I rewrote this multiple times to try to keep it short but I had some tangentially related thoughts, that got long.

To me the big problems with these hero legacies is... if you’re not gonna ever let go of your main big characters, then the characters who are considered ‘in line’ for the titles are.... just going to perpetually be ‘in line’.

Because I mean, DC is never gonna actually kill/retire Bruce, Diana, or Clark permanently in the main timeline. They make the company too much money. Even if creatively it’d be cool, DC still wants to be financially successful. So their legacies are always going to be people in line for something that will only come to pass in like special events, or alternate futures, or for smaller periods of time etc etc.

Setting up a character to be in this ‘waiting’ position can be cool, again that’s how a lot of sidekicks are. But, it’s understandable that after a while, keeping the same character in this ‘waiting’ position kinda halts them from becoming anything more, and it could get boring. So introducing new characters who might approach the position in a different way, and bring new life to it, definitely can make sense to do!

BUT if you’re going to introduce new characters to be in these ‘waiting for the legacy’ positions, you need to be damn sure you have a PLAN for the characters who were doing so previously!

Dick and Donna and Wally had all already moved on from their titles by the time Tim, Cassie, and Bart came around. (Dick was Nightwing, Donna I believe was going by ‘Darkstar’ when Cassie was introduced, and Wally was the rare case where he DID actually become his mentor’s old role longterm, since Barry was dead for a pretty long time after Crisis on Infinite Earths) (also Sorry Kon but you get left out at this part because there was no Superboy in that generation) (also rip Jason but Tim is more relevant to this discussion, Jason falls outside of either of these generations and especially is tricky with the whole death and resurrection thing, but he was out of the Robin/potential future Batman position too by Tim’s time because of death. and when he came back he did his own thing) This allowed Robins and Wonder Girls to not really step on each other’s toes, and Bart initially using the Impulse name instead of Kid Flash anyways distanced himself further.

Later though we saw what can happen when a new person comes into a role before the previous person was ready to give it up, aka the whole Tim & Damian fiasco. But, because Tim still had a solo book as Red Robin that allowed him to continue developing a distinct role and begin to establish himself while Damian did his own thing as Robin separately, it turned out relatively okay! Until that reboot hit and Tim just became stagnant as hell due to de-aging and backstory tampering. Because they just fucked with his character so bad and then have had to spend Rebirth trying to fix it.

And now with Cassie & Yara we’re entering this period of a similar ‘new person present in the role while the previous person is still around’ situation, except... the previous person in the role isn’t being given a space to continue to grow and create their own legacy like Tim was starting to do in Red Robin.

Yara is going to be getting a solo and Cassie’s not... anywhere. That’s what concerns me. If Cassie was at least still going to be in like a team book, be in a place that would allow her to keep being explored as a character and hopefully start to maybe find a new distinct path of her own since Yara is now the one in line for Wonder Woman, then I wouldn’t mind as much. Giving Cassie a different direction could be really cool for her! But when that’s super not the case, like how it seems right now, it just makes me sad because Cassie’s really going into limbo.

Kon & Jon’s situation is messy as hell because of Kon not existing for a while, and rapid aging etc but DC has made it pretty clear by placing Jon right with Clark and shoving Kon into the Suicide Squad which one is the main Superboy they’re interested in exploring and having be the next in line for Superman. And even though it sucks that the Suicide Squad of all places is where they’re putting Kon, at least he IS in a book that will maybe allow them to work on keeping him distinct and maybe finding a new direction? I just wish it was a different book.

And with Kon specifically its complicated even more than the Bat legacy or the Wonder legacy because Kon was literally created to be Superman one day. We can compare being a sidekick to being in line for a legacy in other cases, but Kon was never even a sidekick, he was always the clone created to take over for Superman. So for him of all people, taking away that legacy is even heavier. And I don’t even want to say it’s bad necessarily, because a lot of stuff Kon has done has been ‘trying to be my own distinct person from Clark’, but again if you want to explore him going down a different path the answer isn’t to just make a new Superboy and shove Kon off into a corner.

Then Bart & Irey’s situation’s unique because neither of them are really reported to be showing up in anything right now, but technically there’s two Impulses too since Irey was yeeted back into existing a while ago. So that’s a thing. (and it’s tricky because right before the reboot when Irey had become Impulse, Bart was Kid Flash so that didn’t contradict anything, but now Wallace is Kid Flash, so it puts Bart in an awkward situation)

But yeah essentially, I think it’s understandably frustrating. If DC had a clear plan for the Tim/Kon/Cassie/Bart generation right now then I wouldn’t mind the strong push on the newer characters now being the ones in line to fulfill the legacies/roles. It’s just that these guys are mostly getting left behind or being stuck without a proper place to develop, which sucks a lot.

Again, at least Kon is in an ongoing book, and we know we’re getting one Tim story that the description mentions him “looking for a new purpose” so that’s definitely the right idea/on the right track, but I just don’t want Cassie and Bart to get left behind.

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elareine · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Timers, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Temporary Character Death, Loss, Grief/Mourning, Age Difference, Identity Reveal Summary: For twenty years, Dick Grayson has waited for his timer to begin ticking. When it finally does, there are only two issues: Jason is thirteen. And the timer only reads eighteen months.

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The thing about the timer was: It didn’t tell you anything about your soulmate, only how long you would have together.

Dick had heard people talking about how they ‘sensed’ who it was before they ever met the person, how they just knew their soulmate(s) would be sweet and gentle and fiery and perfect. Some even said it came to them in dreams, the vague shape of a face they loved more than anyone else.

Privately, Dick thought that was bullshit. It was a timer, nothing more. They all had the same lettering, the same number system, everything. There was no way of knowing what the other person would be like.

When he had been a child, he’d thought he would meet his soulmate in the circus for sure. He couldn’t imagine anything different. Perhaps it would be an audience member, coming up to meet him after the performance. Maybe one of the countless children that tried to sneak in to watch, one of the ones that looked so poor, the circus owners decided to turn a blind eye and allow them some joy, therefore helping Dick meet the love of his life.

But deep down, he’d always thought it would be another acrobat. Someone joining the circus. Someone who knew the sheer joy of flying, the thrill of danger and an audience. Someone to become part of his family.

That dream crashed spectacularly, of course. Try as he might, Dick never found quite another dream to replace that one. Would they be handsome or beautiful? If they were his soulmate, he would think so for sure, and that was all that mattered. Would they be kind? Supportive? A rock to lean on?

He’d told himself that it wouldn’t matter until his timer started, and maybe not even then.

Bruce’s timer, for example, was ticking. Dick had spotted it for the first time months into their partnership. He’d been confused, had asked if he had met Bruce’s soulmate—where were they?

In those days, Bruce had still been willing to answer Dick’s questions. He said: Sometimes, even soulmate relationships didn’t work out. It was a chance, a hint, nothing more. With him being a vigilante, the choice to be together wasn’t as easy as kids’ movies made it out to be.

(He had never actually mentioned the name of his soulmate. Back then, Dick had thought he knew anyway. Now, he wasn’t so sure.)

(He also thought Bruce had been full of shit that day.)

His teenage years were pretty good, romantically speaking. Sexually, too. Some lovely puppy love, a bit of experimentation, the conclusion that yep, he was going to continue using the gender-neutral ‘they’ for his future soulmate, but probably not in the plural sense.

Still, he kept waiting for his timer to start ticking.

He heard about the new kid before he ever met him. He and Batman weren’t exactly on speaking terms at the time, but. Rumors spread, and soon, so did videos of the kid in the Robin mantle. Seeing how Dick was now twenty and very much not built like that anymore, the conclusion that he had been replaced was pretty much inevitable.

It would be accurate to say Dick didn’t react well to the news. Bruce had every right to take in another child, but how dare he call him Robin? Nevermind that Dick himself had moved on from that title. It wasn’t Bruce’s to give.

So his first time meeting the kid was already tense as hell. The fact that his timer started ticking the exact moment he laid eyes on Jason didn’t help.

Dick was panicking.

Jason was thirteen.

He was tiny.

Okay, he wasn’t, he was pretty average for his age, he went up to Dick’s chest, even, but the keywords here were ‘for his age’ because Jason was thirteen.

Dick wasn’t a pervert, okay. There was nothing sexy about a teenager that had just hit puberty to him. His replacement, nonetheless. His brother.

But maybe all of that would’ve been fine. They could’ve become friends or made sure to meet up later in life when the age difference wouldn’t seem so monumental. Seven years wasn’t so much once both of you were out of puberty. Dick could’ve morphed from a big brother figure to something closer over time. He’d have enjoyed that, probably.

But none of that would happen because the timer only had 18 months left from the day it began.

Dick didn’t say anything to Jason. When the younger sought him out, he kept their interactions short. His ongoing problems with Bruce were a good enough reason to stay away from the manor, from Gotham, and to never talk about this. Either he would die far away from the kid, never to be mourned, or Jason himself would die, having lived unencumbered by soulmate that was way too old for him. It was better that way.

His friends found out in one of the worst ways possible: by accident, two days before the timer was due to stop.

Jason had disappeared over a week ago. Dick had tried to warn Bruce, had fully intended to at least be in Gotham and try to stop it from happening because although these things were rarely wrong, he knew he wouldn’t ever forgive himself for not trying—but Jason had disappeared so much earlier than he’d thought.

In a way, that made it worse. If Jason had indeed been kidnapped (and according to Bruce, signs were that he’d left on his own, but you never knew what the incentive for that might’ve been), then Dick didn’t want to imagine the torture Jason would have to suffer in the week before he died.

He still did, of course. That was why Kori and Wally had caught him staring at the ticking time bomb on his wrist.

There was no need to explain, no way to hide what was happening. Kori sighed, “Oh, Dick,” and Wally was wrapped around him in a hug faster than Dick could tell that he was fine.

“Is there anything we can do?”

Dick looked into Kori’s beautiful green eyes and seriously considered the question. A speedster, an alien, a man trained by the world’s greatest detective. Together, they had saved the city—heck, the world—from certain disaster more than once.

But they couldn’t fight against fate. Dick shook his head.

Eventually, they made to leave, and truthfully, Dick was glad. He didn’t know how to talk about this. How to tell them that no, he had no idea where his soulmate was because he had rejected him, hadn’t even kept a close watch.

But Kori turned around.

“Just,” she closed her eyes, “is it one of us?”

Understanding her fear all too well, he put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “No.”

At least there was that. No one here would miss Jason.

Bruce didn’t tell him when he found a lead, he just went. Dick wasn’t even mad about that. He hadn’t been entirely honest with Bruce, either.

Besides, when he got the alert that the Batplane had taken off and saw his timer tick down its last hours, he already knew that Bruce would be too late.

00:02.

Dick watched the last hours tick down on his timer. Now that it was happening, he would give anything to be in Ethiopia. He barely knew the boy—nothing beyond his history and that he was Dick’s soulmate; that he was Robin—but he knew that Jason didn’t deserve to die alone.

Bruce hadn’t reached out to him at all. Neither had Alfred.

00:01.

It was agonizing.

00:00.

Jason’s last hour had begun. Dick set the stopwatch on his phone for sixty minutes. The timer didn’t go into so many details. He’d tried to find out just how accurate it was; the results had been dispiriting. Jason could, as of now, be dead. Or he could live and breathe and hope for another 59 minutes.

The whole time, he prayed for his display to change. That Bruce would do the impossible once more, defeat fate, and buy Jason more time. Buy themmore time, now that Dick suddenly and painfully realized that he wanted there to be a them so badly, in any way he could get.

His stopwatch beeped. It was over. Dick hadn’t felt a thing, couldn’t have told you when his soulmate died, but it was over.

When he heard about what actually happened, it was worse.

Here’s a secret Dick never told anyone: He still wished Bruce had not even tried to revive the Joker. The old bastard had died that day like he deserved—unmourned.

Once Dick went through Jason’s things.

Bruce wasn’t home—gone on one of these trips he took these days, the ones filled with revenge and darkness in a way they hadn’t been before. If Alfred knew what Dick was doing, he didn’t comment. And after all, Dick thought mutinously, why shouldn’t he be here? This had been his room, once upon a time. He had a right to see what happened to it.

There were books there now. So many books. Jason hadn’t been choosy; classic French literature was crammed in next to space operas and cowboy romance. When Dick idly pulled one out, he could see scrawled comments in the margins. Apparently, Jason had considered “The Great Gatsby” to ‘suck ass.’

The room itself was much more orderly than when Dick had been responsible for tidying it. No way to tell if that was because Jason was a neat-freak or because Alfred had cleaned it out since his death, though.

It took Dick a second to realize what was missing. There was only one photograph, Batman and Robin heading into the night. Where were the family pictures? Dick remembered his own collection: his parents, the circus folk, his friends, Bruce and Alfred and Babs and Clark…

Maybe Jason had taken them with him when he left.

Still Dick’s eyes searched the room, hungry for something more personal than books and tidy clothes on a hanger. Finally, he saw it: a simple brown teddy bear, almost hidden by the curtains.

“Hey, little buddy,” he murmured, crouching down. “What’re you doing in the corner like that?”

In his mind’s eye, Dick could see Jason arguing with Bruce—or maybe just quietly seething in anger—, finally throwing the bear into the corner, his decision made.

Dick hesitated, but—he couldn’t leave the bear. It shouldn’t lie here, abandoned in a mausoleum. It went home with him that night, and to every home since.

It was such a fucking cliché, but after that, life went on.

Dick could see the empty space Jason left behind in Bruce’s life, in Alfred’s, hell, even in Tim’s, in Gotham itself—but the only thing for him that had changed was the nature of his guilt.

Eventually, he started dating again, unwilling to be chained to the ghost of a what-if. It was okay. People had relationships after their soulmates died. Sure, there were forums full of people complaining that nothing compared to dating The One. Wasn’t like Dick had anything to compare it to, though, so he was in the clear.

He and Babs really gave it a try. There was no universe in which Dick wasn’t glad that they did. She would always be one of the most important people in his life.

After they split up, the responsibilities keep piling onto him. Being a full-time vigilante with duties to more than city, to more than one team, heck, even to an international spy agency—it kept him busy. Distracted. Until fate found him again.

Dick’s timer was ticking again, only this time, he genuinely had no idea who had set it off. Maybe he’d been too busy, too numb to notice during patrol. It wasn’t unheard, people gaining a second chance at a soulmate. Dick just hadn’t exactly considered the possibility for himself, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do with it.

It read two years.

Dick wanted to throw something against the wall. Why? Why would he only be granted so little time? How much of it had he already wasted because he hadn’t noticed when it started ticking?

How many chances would he be granted, just for his love to leave him? Was this to be his doom?

You sound like Batman.

Dick stopped and pulled himself up. The last time this had happened, he’d been twenty, unsure of his place in the family and the world, ill-equipped to handle an already devastating situation.

That wasn’t him anymore.

This time, he would take whatever time they had. And when it ended, he’d be grateful for it, and keep living his life.

He just had to find them first.

There was a new vigilante in town. For months, he was but a rumor of a red helmet and dead bodies left in his wake—until he made his big move.

The takeover of the Penguin lounge had been well-planned and viciously executed, and there wasn’t a damn thing any of them could do about it, not when all the Red Hood’s minions were loyal to him and his precautions excellent. He stayed far away from Batman and Robin; he seemed to have an understanding with Catwoman; his policy seemed to be to protect the street workers.

Somehow, he’d moved himself to the bottom of Batman’s list. Still, Dick knew he made Bruce uneasy. All their attempts to find out more about the man failed. Even when Tim managed to listen in on the club’s communications for almost a whole day, all they got was a name: Red Hood.

He was a rumor, until the day he sought out Dick on the rooftops.

“Red Hood.”

“Nightwing.” The other man’s voice was metallic, a voice modulator giving nothing away about its original timbre. “What brings you to Gotham?”

“Helping out on a case.” Nightwing’s connection to Batman wasn’t a secret. Dick would be astonished if there was still a citizen left that didn’t know Nightwing and Robin I were the same person. “What brings you to this roof?”

“You’re going after Sionis.”

“Yes.” Or at least, he was now.

“He hurt one of my own. He’s mine now. Stay away.”

Dick did his best not to snort. That was bullshit. His own interest in the Sionis case had been cursory at best. If Red Hood had just waited three days to eliminate him, Dick never would’ve noticed.

“What about him is so interesting that it warrants you coming out of hiding?”

The helmet tilted to the side. Dick would be damned if he could tell you why he found the movement so provoking, but he did. “Who says it’s Sionis I’m interested in?”

“Uh.” Dick was sure his eyes were wide behind the domino. Was Red Hood… hitting on him?

“Tell Batman to stay out of my business.”

With that, the other man shot a grapple and vanished. Dick made no move to follow him.

Dick expected that to be it. He returned to Blüdhaven, leaving Gotham and its secrets for Bruce to deal with. Except that particular secret seemed to have singled him out.

The first time he saw Red Hood in a fight in his city, he did nothing, merely observing the other’s fighting skills critically. Not bad. He had clearly been trained in a variety of fighting styles and was quicker than you’d expect for a man of his size. His left hook was good enough to rival Bruce’s.

Dick was still pretty sure he could take him in a fight.

“Are you just going to watch?” Red Hood called out, gripping one of his attackers by the throat and dangling him into the air.

“I dunno, you seem to have it pretty well in hand,” Dick sniggered.

“Never mind.” Red Hood dropped the now-unconscious man, turning to disable the next one with a well-placed nerve strike. Dick noted that unlike some of the scenes he’d seen in Gotham, Red Hood seemed to have no interest in killing these men. That implied he had some sort of value system. Interesting. “Please leave. That was terrible.”

Dick eyes the entrance of the alley. A group of armed thugs was gathering, clearly ready to strike. Decision made, he jumped from the roof, landing right beside Red Hood. “Sorry, but I can’t let you have all the fun.”

“Spoilsport.”

“You come into my city and then complain when I help you?”

“Oh, is that what you call this? ‘Cause all I can see is you standing around and jibbering.”

Dick thought the criminals he was currently sending a few thousand volts through might beg to differ. Between the two of them, they had the entire gang out in less than ten minutes.

It was, Dick reluctantly conceded, fun.

It became something of a regular occurrence after that. Nightwing would drop by Red Hood’s territory whenever he was in Gotham, and Red Hood would return the favor with regular visits to Blüdhaven. They’d banter, punch out some criminals, collect whatever they had come for, and go their separate ways. Not exactly a friendship, but something easy. Comfortable.

Until the night they busted a heroin ring in an abandoned warehouse and found some kids hiding three rooms down.

Dick saw the boy first. He couldn’t be more than twelve. His body was skinny, and not in the way teens sometimes got after a growth spurt.

Not knowing what else to do, Dick gave a wave. “Hi. I’m Nightwing. What’s your name?”

“I don’t want to tell you.” As soon as he uttered the words, the boy tensed, visibly expecting punishment.

Dick smiled. “That’s okay. I’ll tell you a secret—Nightwing’s not my real name, either.”

“Well, duh.” The teen scowled, but he did look less afraid. Then he looked over Dick’s shoulder and asked: “Who is that with my sister?”

Dick turned around to see Red Hood kneeling and… wearing a blonde wig? He blinked.

The little girl in front of him hiccuped, still crying but visible distracted by the big shiny helmet. Wearing a wig. Where had Hood even found that?

“That’s Red Hood,” Dick told him, trying to sound as if all of this was perfectly normal. God, he hoped the kids hadn’t heard the fighting. What a terrible time to pick this warehouse.

“What’re vigilantes doing here? Is something happening? Were there guns?”

“Sort of. I’m afraid this place isn’t safe, but we can bring you somewhere else for the night,” Dick said.

Red Hood looked up and suggested: “The sisters on St John Street. They’re good people.”

“No one will separate you,” Dick added. “Just help. Get you some food, somewhere to sleep safely.”

The boy looked at them. “We’re not going back to—to—”

“You won’t have to,” Red Hood promised, and Dick nodded. Not if he had anything to say about it—and once he would investigate whoever it was that they were running from, he would have.

“How about we accompany you?” Dick suggested.

The boy looked hesitant, but the girl suddenly gave a giggle. “You can’t walk like that,” she told Red Hood.

“Why not?”

“You look silly, dummy!”

“Well, that’s very rude of you to say.” And just like that, the wig still perched on the helmet, Red Hood stepped out onto the street. He was walking rather uncannily like a model, Dick noted with some amusement.

The girl followed him, still laughing and pulling her brother along. “No! Take it off!”

“But I feel so pretty!”

The distraction worked, and the walk to the center for vulnerable children passed quickly. Only there did Red Hood take off the wig, making a big show of stuffing into his belt to hide his ‘shame.’ “Your wish is my command,

The girl’s priorities seemed to have changed, though. “C’mon,” told her brother, “they said there’s food in there.”

But the teenager hesitated, looking at Dick. “Are you sure they’re okay?”

Dick was about to reassure them again, heartbroken by the hesitant hope in their eyes, when Red Hood said: “Yeah. I stayed with them a few times when I was your age. They get it.”

He didn’t mean the boy’s age, Dick realized. Jesus.

“Okay.”

Dick let them head in alone. They needed to see that they would welcome on their own, vigilante accompanying them or not. He would talk to the workers in a minute or two.

Red Hood’s metallic voice broke the silence. “So, I’m assuming you’re going to look into whoever did this to them.”

“You bet. Aren’t you?”

“Oh, yes. You better be quick.”

Dick had already planned on that, but: “Why?”

“I do not like child abusers, and I clean up after myself.” With that statement, Red Hood gave a little wave. The casual movement was belied by the suppressed rage that suddenly seemed to pour out of his every pore. “See you.”

Dick stared after him, undecided.

He had allowed himself to be judge, jury, and executioner once, and never regretted it. Not once had he since felt the desire or need to be in that position again.

Didn’t mean he didn’t get it.

In the end, he decided to head inside. The kids needed him, and they were what was important here.

Still. Life had just become a lot more complicated.

“We should eat.”

“Sure. Let’s have a picnic. Just you, me, the stars, and the person we’re staking out. How romantic.”

“Shut up.” Red Hood casually dropped a lunchbox next to where Dick was sitting. “You haven’t eaten in all day.”

“I’m not in danger of fainting, you know.” Still, Dick couldn’t help but open the box. “Pasta salad?”

Red Hood shrugged. “Carbs.”

It honestly smelled terrific. Red Hood had even brought a fork. Dick was ready to dig in when he realized something.

Red Hood was still wearing his helmet.

“So… you’re just going to sit there and watch me eat?”

Red Hood crossed his arms. “Well, if you say it like that, it just sounds creepy.”

“Yeah, exactly. You don’t want any food?”

“I’ll eat later.”

Dick considered him. “I bet you I could get that off you in less than two minutes.”

“Believe me, you don’t want to.”

For the first time, the other vigilante turned his back to Dick. There was what Dick recognized to be a trigger device at the back of his helmet. Dick shuddered. Red Hood would rather have his head explode than someone see his face without his consent.

“Okay, don’t take it off then. That looks like it would spoil the meal.”

“My point exactly. Do you always talk so much when there’s food on the table?”

Dick grumbled, but he did start eating after that. Damn. That pasta was goood.

Three days later, Red Hood shot a man that was about to decapitate Dick with an ax. He even left the criminal alive. Dick tried not to be charmed.

“Well, fuck.” Red Hood stared at the little dot on Dick’s display in dismay. “Guess it’s back to Blüdhaven for us.”

“Looks like it.” Dick sighed. Just what he’d needed. His ride was back in Blüdhaven since he’d taken a detour through space on his way here. Looked like he’d need to borrow one from Bruce. It was that or public transport.

As if he’d read his thoughts, Red Hood asked: “Want a ride?”

“You got a car?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, but no.” Hood fiddled with something on his belt. For a minute, nothing happened. Then Dick heard the noise of a smooth motor approaching. Red Hood made a ‘ta-da’ motion with his hand as a red and silver machine turned the corner. “I got a bike.”

Dick whistled. “Wow, my little brother would love that.”

“He got one of his own?”

“Nah, he’s thirteen, just a kid.” That may be slightly too much information to give out, but Dick had honestly stopped caring at some point. “It’s all about skateboards for now.”

“Is he turning his sick tricks in the local park or on the rooftops?”

“You could always just meet him.”

Red Hood snorted. “I have no desire to meet any more bats or birds.”

“And yet you keep hanging out with me.”

“Yeah.” A sigh. “Dunno why I keep doing this to myself.”

Suddenly feeling defensive, Dick crossed his arms. “Hey, we’re not that bad.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“You haven’t even met them.” Or Bruce wouldn’t be trying to milk Dick for information about their meetings.

“Oh yes I have.”

Red Hood froze. Dick pounced. “When?”

But it was no use. “Look. I’ll make you a deal. We don’t talk about Batman anymore tonight, and you get to drive.”

Dick considered that. “If I say no, are you just going to leave?”

“Yupp.”

“Fine.”

Ten minutes later, with Red Hood’s arms wound tightly around his middle, the bike humming between his legs, Dick couldn’t even be mad.

Sometimes, Dick worried. Red Hood was too casual about his own life. Even as he made friends—not just Dick, but Roy and Kori and Artemis and, somehow, a Superman clone—he threw himself into the kind of situations that made even Dick take a step back and evaluate.

He was too reckless. It was as if his life didn’t matter. If Hood went on like this, he’d be dead within a year or two—Dick froze.

Could… could Red Hood be his soulmate?

His timer had begun ticking again before he met the other vigilante on that rooftop. That didn’t mean he couldn’t have passed him on the street one day before that, though. Or rather, one night: It must’ve been in his Nightwing garb. If Red Hood knew, or suspected, that would explain why he sought Nightwing out.

Granted, the odds were slim. But it was possible.

Funnily enough, Dick never once asked himself whether he wanted Hood to be his soulmates. Why wouldn’t he? Underneath that anger, he suspected Red Hood to be one of the kindest men he’d ever met, and he’d been nothing but supportive to Dick.

Still. He had to treat this with caution.

Look. Dick knew he should be with his friends and/or family, celebrating his birthday, not out here, jumping from rooftop to rooftop in Blüdhaven. It just felt… right, this year. Days like these, Dick couldn’t bear looking at what was left of his friends. All he would do was count the empty spaces. Patrol was safer, somehow.

Of course, the one time he was looking for a distraction on his birthday, he didn’t find any. Blüdhaven was weirdly quiet. It took Dick two hours to figure out why.

“What’re you doing here?” he asked, bemused.

Red Hood, visibly startled, turned around—then swore when the two-bit criminal he’d been cornering took the chance to sprint off into the sunset. “Dammit, was that necessary?”

“Eh, you’ll catch him. So?”

“I was in the area, and I didn’t expect you to—never mind. What are you working on?”

Dick shrugged as casually as possible. “Nothing in particular. Just patrol, business as usual, you know. How about you?”

“I was following a lead, but it just fled for the hills.” Red Hood sighed, always a funny sound through the helmet.

“Ooops,” Dick said, not apologetic at all. “How about that. Whatever are you going to do with your evening.”

He’d meant it as a joke—there was always more crime to hunt down—but the other man paused. “Actually. There’s something I wanted to show you.”

‘Something’ turned out to be yet another rooftop perch, this time in one of the poorer districts. Dick didn’t get what was so special about this until the first family left their house. Another followed, and another, until there were about thirty people gathered, nearly half of them children.

“Watch,” Red Hood murmured.

One man put down a large bag and took out an object. For one terrible second, Dick thought it was a missile—but no. A rocket, but one of the harmless variety.

The kids cheered as several of the adults prepared the fireworks. The first rocket went up, bathing the street in the light of its beautiful golden rain. It was quickly followed by a serious of smaller, purple blasts, underlined by a wheel of blue lights.

“They do this once a month,” Red Hood told him. “To bring some light to the city.”

Dick pressed his shoulder companionably into the other man’s. “This is neat. Thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for?” Ah, there was the embarrassed grumbling again. Dick had learned to tell. “Shut up already and watch, you’re louder than the fireworks.”

He didn’t move away, though. Dick counted it as a win.

“It was supposed to be me,” the woman whispered, over and over again.

Dick kept his grip on her shoulder tight to keep her from running to into the fire and to her soulmate. He’d seen the body. There was nothing they could do. “I’m sorry, but—”

“You don’t understand!” she yelled, suddenly furious. “That’s my wife! My soulmate!”

He wanted to tell her: “I do understand.” However, did he really? Jason had been more of a concept than a real person.

(Red Hood, however little information Dick had about him, was very, definitely real. Dick tried not to imagine the kind of hole someone like that would leave in his life.)

Instead, he said: “She wouldn’t want you to follow her.”

With one last anguished cry, the woman collapsed against his chest.

As he watched the police car drive off, Dick considered going home. As far as he was concerned, this night could go fuck itself. But… he didn’t want to be alone.

“Can’t be easy, something like that.”

Relief flooded Dick at the metallic voice even before he turned around to greet the other vigilante. With Red Hood, he wouldn’t have to be alone. He knew that deep in his bones.

“No,” he replied belatedly. “No, it can’t be. Isn’t.”

“Are you alright?”

Dick frowned. “Yes? This hasn’t been a great night so far, but patrol is nearly over, so—”

“You’re bloody.”

“Oh.” Dick lifted his hands and studied the scratches that now marked him. “It’s fine.”

Red Hood, though, took one of Dick’s hands in his and studied it as if to inspect the wounds. “Those are gouges.”

“She was desperate.”

“Understandable.” Red Hood dropped Dick’s hand. It felt cold. “I think if I lost my soulmate, I would go searching for them in any way I could. Try to save them, somehow.”

There was something pointed about these words. Dick couldn’t quite grasp it. “Destiny doesn’t negotiate.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure. Brought me here, didn’t it?”

And that was—

Dick closed his eyes, just to think for a moment. The way the other man was behaving, there was good reason to think he might suspect himself to be Dick’s soulmate. All Dick would have to do was ask, and maybe, just maybe, something he’d wanted for a very long time would be within his grasp.

But Jason’s shadow still loomed over him. He couldn’t forget that boy. He mustn’t. It was the least of what he owed him.

“I had a soulmate before,” Dick told him.

Red Hood cocked his head to the side. “Had?”

Somehow, his tone was more surprised than emphatic. That didn’t exactly fill Dick with confidence, but he continued: “He died. My timer was set for only eighteen months. He was—he was just a boy, really.”

Suddenly he realized he was crying. It was the first time he’d let his guard down, really down, about this, and something about Red Hood made it impossible for him to pull it back up.

Embarrassed, he covered his face with his hands. “I’m sorry.”

Gloved hands settled on his shoulders. “Hey, no, it’s okay, you don’t have to—“

“I fucked it up, Hood. Left him alone. It was selfish and stupid and I—I can’t—” Dick stopped talking. It wouldn’t come out without sobs, anyway.

Red Hood’s hands stayed on him during the minutes he cried silently, pressing down hard enough to hurt Dick, to anchor him; but he didn’t say anything. He just waited, and when Dick was coherent again, he asked: “What happened?”

“He died,” Dick said simply. “I murdered his killer, but that does not bring him back.”

There was a long silence. It should’ve been tense, nervous, now that even the last of Dick’s secrets had been exposed. Instead Dick felt resigned. Either this would be too much, even for the Red Hood, or not.

This was who he was. There was no changing that, no matter how hard he’d tried.

“Well, fuck, now I’m not even slightly angry with you anymore, what the fuck.”

Dick frowned. That… wasn’t what he’d expected. “What do you mean?”

“You know I fully intended on some kind of revenge plot here? I thought maybe a dramatic reveal in front of all of the bats, you know, or at least something accompanied by a lot of yelling and triumph, not to mention bloodshed,” the Red Hood told him almost conversationally as he stood back and began fiddling with the mechanism at the back of his helmet. “But no, you have to go and be a much better man than I thought, Dickie. Of fucking course.”

All the alarm bells began to ring in Dick’s head. “What did you just call me?”

The helmet came off.

“…Jason?”

They were so different. Hood was taller than Jason; a man instead of a boy. His hair was dark, yes, but there was white streak running through it. His jaw had filled out, his bearing straightened, his eyes turned slightly greener.

And yet.

Dick knew.

“Yeah. Uh. Surprise. Guess you didn’t know? I wasn’t completely sure before today.”

Dick filed the notion that Jason thought him (or the rest of the family, for that matter) capable of just quietly ignoring his resurrection away for some other day. Right now, he was too busy trying to breathe.

“Dick?” There was concern in that voice now. “Are you okay?”

“Am I—” Breathing. “How?”

“Maybe you should sit down?” Jason looked like he expected Dick to faint any minute now. Dick admitted that might not be too far from the truth ‘cause what the fuck, but it didn’t matter right now, because: “You died.”

“Yes.” Jason ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. “Don’t ask me how or I got out of that grave, I don’t either.”

Dick didn’t know what to say to that.

“Talia al Ghul rescued me,” Jason continued, talking more quickly as if wanting to get it over with. “I wasn’t whole, so… Lazarus Pit. And then she trained me and told me a whole bunch of stuff, some of which turned out to be true, some of which didn’t. And now I’m here.”

“But—” he whispered. This was dialogue straight out of a terrible Hallmark movie, but he needed to know. “My timer—”

“Dick,” Jason looked at him with a steady gaze, “my timer has read the same time ever since I met you.” He lifted his wrist and pulled off the leather glove.

46:04.

Dick stared at it helplessly. That was the kind of number he’d only ever dreamed of. And it was supposed to be his and Jason’s?

His and Jason’s. Because Jason was his soulmate, returned to him from the dead without Dick’s knowledge or help. That, finally, what was got through the shock, rattling Dick back into reality.

Dick looked him into the eyes—and God, those eyes; if there hadn’t been that helmet, that modulator, Jason would’ve had no way of hiding himself—and said something he’d wanted to say for seven years: “I’m sorry.”

“I told you I’m not angry anymore.”

“I should’ve been there for you,” Dick insisted.

For the first time, Jason looked away. “In a way, you were.”

“I was what?”

“There with me. I can’t speak for what was happening when I was dead—don’t remember, mostly glad about that—but when I clawed my way out of that grave, I had no idea who you were. I had no idea who I was, really. But I saw that timer and knew that someone, somewhere, was waiting for me.”

Dick couldn’t help himself, reaching out with trembling hands to finally, finally pull Jason close. Burying his head in the other man’s shoulder, he whispered tremulously: “I was, Jason. I didn’t even know it, but I was.”

Strong arms wrap around him to hold on just as tightly. For the first time in years, Dick felt his head quieten.

Still he had to ask: “How can you forgive me?”

“Okay, one? As an adult myself now, I completely understand why you freaked out. Teenagers are babies. A+ not taking advantage of me.”

Dick chuckled wetly.

“Two… I’ve seen you open your heart again. Tim, he’s actually your brother. Your friends.” Jason was talking into his hair ear now. Maybe it was easier that way. “You keep doing that, Dick, just opening up and taking people in and being vulnerable, and I don’t know how you do that, really, it’s kinda worrying, but—I cannot blame you for being tired just one time of losing people.”

“You should,” Dick told him, “I do.”

“Yeah, well, no-one said you were smart.”

That got a laugh out of Dick. He let it shake through him, then asked: “Why did you hide when you came back?”

“I didn’t want to see Bruce. Still don’t.” Jason’s voice was matter of fact.

Dick knew they would have to talk about that. Not now. “Why come back at all, then?”

“It’s my home. Also, I didn’t want to just give up on you, you know?”

The side of Jason’s neck was naked and vulnerable without the helmet. Dick pressed a kiss there in gratitude.

“When I didn’t know if you figured out my identity or not, I wanted to see what happened,” Jason continued. “I figured, this situation is fucked up and all, but it’s also a chance.”

“A chance?”

“My last turn as a vigilante in Gotham was kinda a shitshow. So I thought I’d just prove that—that I could be what you want. That I could do better. I don’t know if I can ever be good, not the way you and Batman want me to be—”

“Jason,” Dick interrupted him, pulling back to look at Jason; his voice fierce with the obviousness of what he had to say, “you are exactly what I want. If I had ever taken any time to know you before, I’d have known that, and I wanted you since I got to know you as the Red Hood. If you think there is any way I am letting you go again—“

Now they were talking in circles. Jason seemed to notice that, too, for he cupped Dick’s jaw mid-sentence and kissed him.

It was a hesitant kiss, slightly at odds with the confident way Jason acted otherwise; Dick realized with a pang that, of course, his teenage years hadn’t lent themselves to the same experimentation that Dick’s had. Still, he was so gentle, not letting go of Dick even as his hand trembled on his face, and the soft sigh he let out when Dick cupped his nape was nothing short of sweet.

There was a softness in this that warmed Dick from the inside out.

When they pulled apart, Dick had to giggle. This night had been an emotional rollercoaster; he felt air-headed and silly with it. “We probably shouldn’t do this here.”

“Not good for the reputation,” Jason agreed, his voice low. Dick liked it.

“Come home with me?”

“Sure.”

When Dick looked surprised at Jason’s easy acceptance, Jason shrugged. “I’ve been dying to take that mask off of you. Knowing you, it’s glued on with a special mixture only you got the remover for, though.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong. “Oh,” Dick said, remembering something. “Actually, I got someone at home who would love to see you.”

“Don’t tell me you got a kid that I somehow missed.”

“Nah. Better.” Dick smiled. “A bear.”

The next morning, after he woke up in Jason’s arms; after they showered separately and ate breakfast together and just tried to parse out what this meant for the rest of their lives—that morning, Dick looked at his timer and saw that it now read 07:22.

Jason seemed fascinated by the change. “I think I read a study about mismatched timers before. There’s a theory that they reflect our choices really more than our fate, and are meant to influence our actions—maybe I should look it up…”

“I think,” Dick said firmly, “that we should cover the damn things up and never look at them again.”

Jason considered that. “Yeah, okay. Sounds like a plan.”

#jaydick #elareine writes #well that only took a year or so

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Mama Drake // Tim Drake!Robin x Reader

Warning/s: Um...angst? Sorta? I don’t know

Word Count: 3,385

Back again, oh yeah, you know, writing this kinda stuff before a paper that I need to write, if we just pretend the paper doesn’t exist, I don’t have to write it, right? By the way, your last name in this will be Buteo, which is the Genus name for the Red-Tailed Hawk, just and FYI.

Here’s my Masterlist.

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You know, working with the Young Justice team was awesome: the training helped you in great leaps and bounds that especially with your training under Hawk Girl, your social life grew faster and stronger around the team than the people you knew as Y/N and you felt pretty cool running around with the alias Red-Tail.

But working with the Young Justice League was not so great. At least, Batman's sidekick wasn't so great.

Every move you made, he criticized you.

You jumped in front of a bullet for him, he'd yell at you.

You sweat a little less than he does, he'd scream at you.

You ate the wrong kind of cereal, he'd flip. Yeah that one happened before.

What the heck did you even do?! Every time you asked Hawk Girl, she always gave you some convoluted beating around the bush.

Right now you were just sitting happily on the kitchen counter in the base, this place being your home when Hawk Girl dropped you off to live here. You sat with a bowl of frosted flacks held in the center of your crossed legs, your eyes watching a fly fly around the kitchen, landing on random places and then flying off again.

A huge crash came from the main room, the fly jolting away to another room in the compound and you leaning over your bowl to see down the hallway.

"Get back here!" Nightwing's voice shouted down the hallway, his almost silent footsteps to your ears matched another pair at a much quicker pace.

"Wallace?" The younger flash had been a quick one to introduce himself when you first joined the team before he retired.

"Red-Tail! Grab him!" Hopping off the counter, you stepped into the doorway of the kitchen and looked down the hallway, not knowing what to expect until you were sliding backwards across the floor.

"Whoa! That was totally crash!" You finally caught a glimpse of the white and red blob that had run you over. His brown hair looked almost as red as Wally's, that is, it looked like a dog tried styling his hair with his tongue, shooting in twenty different directions. A yellow visor was slipped over his wide eyes, but they didn't block the surprise at seeing you.

"Yes, you did totally crash into me." It took some getting used to when you finally came here to understand everyone's slang, Nightwing was the worst, half of his words did were cut up ones of other words you barely knew already.

His face split into a happy grin, quickly standing up and using his speed to pull you up just as fast. "No, crash means...wait, Mama Dr-" His eyes widened and the next thing to you knew, you were back on your butt with a bleeding nose.

"Ow!" You screeched in pain, your cry causing the people in the room to recoil in pain.

"What have we said about you using that!" Robin's obviously annoyed voice screamed at you, his voice higher than normal, making it obvious he couldn't really hear himself speak with his pained ears.

As much as you wanted to shout back at him, you didn't.

You just didn't.

"Robin, Red-Tail, quit your bickering." You pinched your nose tightly as you looked over to Nightwing, he was holding onto the rouge speedster by the scruff of his uniform like a puppy.

<<<>>>

"Here, Bart, you must have worked up a thirst coming from the future like that." You and Beast Boy looked away from the speedster to see your leader walking into a room with a glass of water in his hand.

Garfield, whom wasn't the brightest grape on the vine introduced himself to you by name the first time you met him, was helping you clean up the blood that was still dripping from your bruised nose.

And Robin had yet to apologize for smacking you in the face with his Bo Staff. But you couldn't really complain because he did manage to shut off the electrical current in the staff before it struck you.

"Oh, well thanks." The speedster, who you now knew was named Bartholomew Allen, similar to Garfield, wouldn't shut up about being Barry Allen's grandson, who was the Flash, another person you now knew the identity of. Give him five more minutes and you'll know who Batman was, and no one knew who he was.

As he was downing the water, his eyes opened once again quickly as he smiled cheekily up at Nightwing, who looked concerned by the speedster's smile. "Oh, I get it. DNA sample. And you need my spit." He then promptly spits back into the cup. "Ha, that is such a Dick Grayson move."

Robin next to you instantly tensed up and looked over to his mentor, the white lenses of his mask were wide with surprise. "How did--"

"See, I know stuff only a future boy would know! Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Garfield Logan," Bart paused and looked at you before he smiled even wider, almost happy to see you. "And Y/N Buteo, although it's been a long time since you've used that name!" Bart's voice sped by and quieted down before he could go on about you.

"Your name is Tim? And yours is...Dick?" Garfield almost cringed next to you as he said Nightwing's name.

"Opps, spoilers." Bart turned his head away, muttering to himself, "Well, it was a pleasure to meet you all in your fighting prime, now if you'll excuse me, buh bye!" He stood up with wave, his hands and feet now free of the hand restraints and sped over to you. "Bye Mama Drake! Love you!"

Your mouth dropped open, staring down at him with wide eyes, "Wh-what!" But he left the compound before you could ask him further.

Robin and Nightwing turned to the computer and began chattering about how to catch him, and calling up someone, leaving you in your own world.

Mama Drake??

You're not a duck, you were a Hawk, obviously since your mom was...

Looking over at Robin, you were replaying what Bart said over and over in your head.

Garfield Logan. You knew that one already.

Dick Grayson, name probably derived from Richard, but that's nothing clicking in your mind.

Tim...probably Timothy, but his last name, Timothy Dra...Drake.

If your mouth could drop any lower, it did.

No...no!

You could feel the cereal slowly rising up your throat. "I think I'm going to be sick." Muttering with your hand pressed to your mouth, you ran from the main room and towards your own, running away from the sudden knowledge following you.

<<<>>>

Mama Drake.

Mama, mama means mother figure.

Drake.

Drake. Bird, duck. Robin's last name.

Tim Drake...

Mama Drake.

Oh gods of the Falcons, help me...

You have been curled up and leaning up against the wall for the past three hours, your hands pulling endlessly at your H/C hair. All that's been going through your mind was what Bart told you.

Wait. What if you were just over thinking this? He couldn't have meant that. Obviously, what were you thinking? What the heck could you be thinking? You were just jumping to assumptions, he seemed to have a fast mouth.

"I will just speak with him! That is what I will do!" Your confidence was wavering, but you still walked into the main compound room, searching for some sign of the newest speedster.

"Red-Tail," And your confidence was gone. You slowly turned to the voice, with a rosy hue running across your cheeks and the base of your neck.

"Ye-yes Robin?" You didn't want to have this conversation for a plethora of reasons, and yet here you were.

"Nightwing wants to see you in the kitchen." He barely looked at you and then turned away to the direction he came from. "Seemed pretty urgent."

After changing your course of direction as well as your confidence, you arrived in the kitchen and met the white lenses of your leader who was leaning up against the metal fridge. "Red-Tail, good to know you're alive. You kinda disappeared on us once Impulse left, thought you mighta gone after him."

"I...I was not feeling well so I returned to my room. But I am feeling much better now." You bowed your head in apology, thinking only of how you need to get to Bart...wherever he was.

"Hmm, well I needed to talk to you about you and Robin." Even hearing his name now made you a blushing mess. "We have a new mission and it's a duo mission. I'm opting for you and Robin to do this, since you seemed to be the most adept in this kind of mission."

"Um...Nightwing, you are a phenomenal leader and all, but...Robin and I do not appear to be very compatible with each other around the compound, much less so on a mission. I just do not want to jeopardize a mission if we do not appear to see eye to eye." The twiddling of your thumbs should have been a dead giveaway that the idea was an uncomfortable one for you.

"I know, Robin's already said basically the same thing, but we need your two levels of expertise in the arena." Sighing, you didn't answer right away, yes, you were going to say yes, but you mulled it over in your head whether this was a good idea. "Red-Tail I need-" Nightwing kept talking but something in your mind had shifted and you felt your body was no longer under your control.

Your mind screamed at you to talk, shout, scream for help, move, but you couldn't.

Your mind was shutting down.

Your body was falling, and there was nothing you could do about it.

<<<>>>

"Red-Tail, Red-Tale wake up." Groaning, you slowly opened your eyes to be welcomed into a dark room.

As you looked around the room, you saw that you were not in a room, but somewhere what seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. Continuing to look around you finally saw the head that was hanging over you, "Robin?"

"Bout time you woke up."

"Well good morning to you too, sunshine." You sat up, groaning at the cramping of your stomach, it felt like you had spent ten hours doing only ab workouts. "Where are we?"

Robin shook his head in answer, his focus mostly on his watch that was telling him there was no connection where he was. "I would love to know that too." He grumbled back, throwing his hands in the air to emphasize his distaste for the current situation.

"Last thing I remember was...Nightwing was telling me the two of us were being sent in a mission, is this it?"

"Well why the heck would he send us on a mission is we don't have any clue what the mission is?!"

"Okay okay." You held your hand up in surrender, standing to your feet to try and find something out. "I will fly to see what I can." Large bird of prey wings materialized behind you, and you were then in the air, the large red tipped wings lifted you into the air and high above the ground below with a grumbling Robin.

Looking around in the dark wasn't as good an idea as you had thought, even with your night vision turned on. Before you could see anything, something shot at you. A red ball of light barrelled towards you, giving you enough time to stop it from hitting you directly. What it did hit was your wing.

Pain was everywhere.

Your wing was blackened and singed, the once brown feathers were now gone, showing the tender and raw skin beneath. Falling from the height you were at hurt your back, you were surprised it wasn't broken.

"Red-Tail!" A voice called out to you as you shakily stood up, their slippery footsteps to your right confirmed their movement towards you. "What happened up there?"

Robin began looking at your wing, his cool glove feeling both painful and soothing when he touched you. "I do not know, something shot me down before I could see anything."

Slowly and very painfully you pulled your wings flush to your back and they morphed back into the sleeves of your jacket where they hid during when your wings weren't needed. "Well I guess that confirms that we aren't alone here."

Nodding, you followed next to him as they walked forward, the both of you holding onto hope that there was a way out if this.

<<<>>>

"Okay, next time Nightwing tells us we are going on a duo mission, just at no!" You were yelling at Robin while the two of you fought off wave after wave of oncoming clones.

The sun hadn't even risen and the two of you were as food as dead. The one thing, ONE thing you've been above to say you found out about this place is that there were clones of the Justice League everywhere you turned. You knew they were clones the minute you stabbed Superman's arm and circuits and wires crackled beneath the fake skin.

"I've taken down at least 3 Batmans so far, he would be proud of me." You heard Robin groan behind you, and you couldn't stop the chuckle slipping past your lips.

For a second you turned your eyes to look at him, seeing him masterfully fighting off a Wonder Woman and Green Lantern at the same time, while you had both Hawk Girl and Hawk Man on your tail.

You had tried many times to before to try reasoning with the clones, but they had no sense of who you were. They fought you as though the fate of the world depended on it. "We really need to ask Nightwing what kind of a mission he thought this was!"

"I second that! We deserve a raise or something!" You shouted back, grunting at the mace brushing your fore arm.

"I say burgers! I know a place!"

"It's a date!" A smile pulled at your lips at the thought of you calling it a date, Bart's words ringing one more time.

Mama Drake.

"Hey, Tim, I have to tell-" A sharp pain stopped your words, your ears slowly began to ring.

Dark eyes stared you down, the eyes of your mentor and best friend, Hawk Girl, a snarl present on her lips.

"No!" Another sharp pain sliced through your abdomen again, the slicing of your stomach the only prominent noise as she pulled a sword out of you. Where did the sword come from?

Your body began to sway back and forth before you feel down, your knees collapsing as you fell to meet the sand below. Warm arms pulled you close to an equally warm and slightly sweaty body before you could touch the ground.

"No, Red-Tail." Robin's voice was unusually soft towards you, it's been growing softer of the past few hours the two of you had been isolated together. "You're gonna be...wow that's really bad."

You chuckled at the young teenager's excuse at trying to comfort you, his own horror setting in before he could finish his thought. "Finish the mission, Tim." Your voice was hoarse as you said his name, glad you got to know the other half of the emotionless Robin, even if it was but his name.

"Not without you, Hawk Girl will kill me if I let you due."

"Looks like she got to me first." Your eyes grew heavy as your breathing shortened and quickened under the stress if your body.

"Hey, hey stay with me."

"Tim, turn arou-" Your voice gave out before you could tell Tim to fight off the Wonder Woman behind him, your eyes shutting down and your mind going dark.

<<<>>>

Air suddenly filled your lungs and you sat up chocking on the influx of oxygen. "She's awake." A familiar motherly voice filled your ears before gentle hands found their way to your cheeks.

Looking up, you met familiar dark eyes as the eyes that had moments who sent a knife through your stomach. A frightened screech left your mouth, you were confused and scared as you scooted yourself away from your mentor, her warm hands leaving your face.

"Y/N, it's me." Her voice. The ones that belonged to the person who killed you.

But you weren't dead.

You were perfectly fine. It all was just...just a dream?

Slowly you looked up to the winged woman you know as your mentor and mother figure, your eyes finally met hers. This Hawk Girl was your Hawk Girl. "H-Hawk Girl?"

"It's me, Y/N. It's me." You released a shaky breath and rubbed your face harshly with your hands.

"How did...what just..."

"Y/N!" A third voice cried out, drawing you to notice that you weren't alone. Batman, Nightwing and M'gann were all crowded around a second metal table with a struggling Robin. "Where's Y/N?!"

"Tim." Whispering you slid your legs over the edge of the metal table and stepping over to the table. "Tim." You spoke with much more fervour and volume, your steps slow as you approached the other table.

"Y/N!" Tim met you in the middle, pulling your body close to his own. "I thought you were...I saw you...you were dead!" You tried pulling yourself away from him, but he wouldn't let go. He had you right where he needed you to be.

"Robin, Red-Tail. You need to know." M'gann floated to the two of you, you moved your head to see her, but your grip never loosened on the boy in your arms. "Nightwing, your mentors and I all agreed that you two needed to undergo one of the team training mind simulations. We just...I didn't think it would affect either of you. Robin...you...wait where are you two going?" Robin pulled you from the room, M'gann and the others calling behind you.

"Robin," Your voice meek as you watch him gently tug you behind him, leading you to a quieter part of the compound.

Once he pushed the door closed behind him, Tim turned back around and stared at you, or at least you think he was staring. He stared at you for a few seconds more before he pulled you close to him again, hugging you even tighter than when you last hugged him.

"I thought I lost you." He murmured into your hair, his fingers pulling through your H/C hair. You pulled away from where you kept your face hidden in his shoulder to stare up at him.

"Why...why are you being so nice to me?" You questioned his sudden change in demeanor, especially in such a short time. "I...I guess I don't mind? But really, why?"

"Honestly, it was watching you get shot out of the sky. I saw you falling and I just...something clicked. I don't know what it was, but I feel...so different." A shiver ran down your back as his hands moved to rest under your chin, gently tilting your head upwards, allowing him to see your face fully. "And watching you die...I snapped."

You didn't let him finish before you raised your height ever so slightly on your tiptoes to kiss him.

Tim kissed you back as soon as you began it, swiping his finger across your jaw. You left your arms around his waist, hooking your hands together as if to tether the two of you close. He said he was afraid of letting you go, but you couldn't stop the ache in your chest when you watch Winder Woman attack him from behind.

Pulling back, you hummed happily before smiling up at him. "You remember Bartholomew from this morning?"

He chuckled at your question, twirling a piece of hair around his finger, "Of course I do, he caused a heck of a lot of trouble over in Central City."

"Well, when he got loose he um...he said something to me. He told me as he was rushing out, 'Love you, Mama Drake'." Tim's eyes seemed to shrink as he mulled the words, either thinking of thanking or murdering the brunette speedster.

"As in..." Your smile was answer enough, "Well then, I'm glad the troublemaker showed up." The two of you started laughing before Tim leaned down again to capture your lips

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Alpha Centurion War:

“All of us who fought in the Battle of the Andromeda Galaxy and the Battle of the Milky Way Galaxy to deny the Forces of Evil the universe, multiverse, & omniverse were given the Nova Legion of Merit.” “Those who fought in the Battle of the Sol System and the Battle of the Vega System to free the Polaris System, the Vega System, & Sol System from the colonialism and imperialism of the Forces of Evil were given the Celestial Silver Star.” “It was the toughest battle of our lives,” said Zotlith. “The only reason most of us got out of that mess alive is through Crimson Changeling (Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith) and Arcane Assassin (Laurissa Owen Maximiliana Jones) leading us as they make the implausible plausible, they make the impossible possible, & they make no win scenarios into win-win scenarios,” said Vincent Tennyson. “Millions died of intergalactic genocide, billions were enslaved, & trillions came home with mental illnesses when the Sentinels (the black ops and spec ops superhero teams with enough metahuman and superhumans to defend the Andromeda Galaxy, Milky Way Galaxy, & Andromeda Galaxy) lost in their war against the Forces of Evil to deny them the Milky Way and Andromeda Galaxy.” “We saw the ramifications and consequences of their failure firsthand.” “We watched as planets, star systems, & galaxies were burned.” “We watched as millions died by the Forces of Evil committing cosmic genocide.” “We watched as billions were enslaved and put into plasma shackles and chains of hard light.” “We watched as trillions came home disabled with bionic limb prosthetics, cybernetic limb prosthetics, & cyberware implants and disabled with mental illnesses of depression, anxiety, & PTSD.” “That is why we the Elites and Paragons waged a war against the Forces of Evil to stop their campaign of neocolonialism and occupation to conquer the universe, multiverse, & omniverse.” “The Battle of the Andromeda Galaxy and the Battle of the Milky Way Galaxy were properly designated because the fight engulfed both galaxies in intergalactic war.” “We completed this mission although with several Elites, Paragons, & Sentinels casualties (imagine people like Bushido (Ryoko Orsono), Red Star (Leonid Konstantinovitch Kovar), Tula, Zoom (Hunter Zolomon), Red Robin (Timothy Jackson “Tim” Drake), Static Shock (Virgil Orin Hawkins), Red Hood (Jason Peter Todd), Kid Flash (Wallace Rudolph “Wally” West), Shazam (William Joseph “Billy” Batson), Nightwing (Richard John “Dick” Grayson), Tigress (Artemis Nguyen Crock), Pantha (Rosabelle Mendez-Kovar), Oracle (Barbara Joan “Babs” Gordon), Kaldur (Kaldur’ahm), Zoom (Hunter Zolomon), & Baby Wildebeest),” said Thomas Shepard, “as well as Leondrea Patricia Chambers and Charles Lucas Owen Jones (Laurissa’s children from the future).” “They were all captured by a superhuman alien immortal and to be made an example of were publicly executed by metahuman and superhuman beings (imagine Superman-Prime (Superboy-Prime), Biomax (Jack Spheer), Maxwell Lord, & Cyborg Superman (Hank Henshaw),” said Benjamin. “They had made us bury our family again.” “This was the second time that alien had played a hand in someone executing our family.” “The first was when he captured members of the Elites Earth of the Elites USA during the Battle of Metal County for the leaders of the Forces of Evil to execute.” This is why Lori publicly executes those people (who were like Superman-Prime (Superboy-Prime), Biomax (Jack Spheer), Maxwell Lord, & Cyborg Superman (Hank Henshaw) after she defeats them in the Battle of Surf Coast City.” “All of the Elites members and Paragons members who were executed by those metahuman and superhuman beings were given the Battle of the Andromeda Galaxy Memorial Ribbon.” “The Elites casualties and Paragons casualties were dead until they were all resurrected by the combined might and power of homo magi metahuman superheroes,” said Kimberley Hawkins. “All of us who were executed by those metahuman and superhuman beings all received chronic mental illnesses of: depression, anxiety, panic attacks, & PTSD when we came back to life,” said Wyatt Headley, Ruro Suzuki, Hector Vega, & Ulric Hayes. “We thought we lost you,” said Maddie Kingston the metahuman and Kaitlin Marshall the alien superhuman hugging Ruro Suzuki with tears when he came back to life. Maddie and Kaitlin said [chocked up], “We thought we’d lost you.” Ruro said [choked up], “I never thought I’d see you guys again.” Ruro Suzuki said, “Don’t ever let me go.” Maddie Kingston and Kaitlin Marshall said, “Don’t ever leave our sight again.” “We gave everything, even our own very lives, and we would do it again in a heartbeat without hesitation if need be,” said Keisuke Tanaka, Peter Garcia Rodriguez, Jonathan Ruslo, & Jessica Croft. “Other than the several Elites, several Paragons, & several Sentinels we also had several casualties of several agents of black ops and spec ops metahuman and superhuman organizations Quantum, Enigma, Scorpio, Libra, Gemini, Shadow, Cinder, Cipher, Arcane, Nether, Crypt, Ghost, & Spectre (imagine Checkmate Team 7, Overwatch, Shield, Argus, Sword, ONI, Team 7, Blackwatch, Outsiders, Section 31, & the Suicide Squad) who lost their lives fighting against the Forces of Evil who never came back to life,” said Hayden. “They were corrupted by the leaders of the Forces of Evil by their arcane and esoteric magic by the evil sorcerer, divine and celestial magic by the Greco Roman Titans Cronus and Saturn, & demonic magic by the devil lord and demon general and can never come back to live.” “Just like they did to the members of the Elites USA of the Elites Earth during the Battle of Hard Light City, Bronze City, & Steel City when Laurissa Owen Jones decided to abandon those cities to die on the orders of the Forces of Evil and chose to forsake the Elites USA to fight alone.” A memory of Jo, Alex/Lexi, & Lori staring at the giant battlefield of their multi-universal war against the Forces of Evil. They then created a mass grave for the Quantum, Enigma, Scorpio, Libra, Gemini, Shadow, Cinder, Cipher, Arcane, Nether, Crypt, Ghost, & Spectre casualties marked by a hard light plasma swords with the combat helmets and power armor helmets of those who wore it and plasma hard light rifles of the soldiers who wielded it on an alien planet and said, “Forgive us.” “You trusted us, and we failed you, we are so sorry.” “But you are resolute, honorable, valiant, & encourage hope and loyalty in your men, these are commendable qualities in a leader,” said the alien parents of Kulax Kojir. “The Elites and Paragons were all captured by the alien immortal and his men and were all killed by those metahuman and superhumans who publicly executed them,” said Sarah. This is why Lori publicly executes them after the Battle of Surf Coast City to finally gain vengeance for her family and revenge for her children Charles Lucas Owen Jones and Leondrea Patricia Chambers. her son and daughter from another dimension from the future, who they killed. Laurissa Owen Jones and her alien superhuman wife Clarissa Patricia Chambers, the mother of Leondrea “Leon or Lion” Jones, cried clutching her dead son and daughter in her arms when they executed them. She was inconsolable until her arcane and esoteric magic and stellar magic as a homo magi and demigod brought her children back to life. 

A memory on the Mobile Space Fortress and Mobile Giant Planet after the Battle of the Andromeda Galaxy, Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith and Laurissa Owen Maximiliana Jones were both bound in hard light plasma shackles. “Alex/Lexi and Lori,” said Keisuke Tanaka and Abigail Constable. Jessica Croft and Jonathan Ruslo said with tears in their eyes, “We’re really sorry.” Hathaca and Zotlith said, “We weren’t strong enough” Laurissa and Alexander/Alexandria yelled in their plasma bonds and hard light shackles, “Just let them go!” Mack/Macy and Lori yelled, “Please it’s us you want!” Sabrina Chambers, Layla Nolan, Kimberley Hawkins, Jennifer, & Karina Alonzo yelled to Lori meanwhile Breapru, Iesloria, Joanna Jacobson, Kulax Kojir, Diona Artemis Megalos, Carina Athena Ragorio, & Talia Macar yelled to Alex/Lori, “Don’t you dare!” “It is ok Lori and Alex/Lexi,” said Wyatt. Ulric Hayes said with tears in his eyes, “We know what we signed up for.” “Remember what the black ops and spec ops superhero team Primal taught you,” said Peter Garcia Rodriguez,” whatever it takes we get the job done.” “This is not your fault,” said Sophia Josephina Bautista and Nikolai Volkov, “please don’t’ blame yourselves.” “It was an honor serving with you again,” said Jadarath and Sirih. Arcane Assassin said to the rest of the original founding members of the Elites and Paragons, “As your Sentinels sponsor, liaison, & supporter it was my job and my duty to take of all of you.” Laurissa Owen Jones, “I am so sorry.” Joanna “Jo” Jackson said, “As your civilian sponsor, asset, liaison, & supporter, I swore and promised to take care of all of you.” “Please forgive me for failing you Elites and Paragons.” “As the person who brought you all together as original founding members to form the Elites and the Paragons you all trusted me and I have failed you,” said Crimson or Cardinal Changeling. Wyatt said, “There is nothing to forgive Lori Jones, Jo Jacobson, & Alex/Lexi Smith you all asked if I would once again fight by your side.” “I was not naïve Laurissa Owen Maximiliana Jones, Joanna Jacobson-Smith, & Alexander Kana’i Mack Ryuu Francisco Makoa “Alex” Smith/Alexandria Ataahua Macy Haruka Francisca Kamalani “Lexi” Smith.” “I answered the call despite knowing full well that this was a possible outcome.” “I’m sorry Ruro Suzuki, forgive me I’m so sorry,” said Cambion Chimera (Alexander Smith/Alexandria Smith). Ruro said, “Smith Alexander/Smith Alexandria, do not blame yourself, please know that as a Shinto Buddhist like you I will die going to nirvana in peace and meeting Buddha with honor and courage knowing I had fought on the right side.” “The honorable and righteous side, your side Smith Lexi/Smith Alex because to all of us like Laurissa Owen Jones said, “No matter the universe, no matter the multiverse, & no matter the omniverse.” “The side of Alex Smith/Lexi Smith has, is, & will always be the side worth fighting and even dying for.” “So I have no regrets.” Ruro Suzuki a polyamorous bisexual Asian person of color) said a desperate, plea to both Maddie Kingston and Kaitlin Marshall, “Maddie and Kaitlin please know that I love you both!” All of them accepted death as the forgone conclusion. Jonathan Ruslo and Jessica Croft-Ruslo yelled, “Alex/Lexi, don’t let them break you, don’t let them change who you are.” said, Jadarath and Sirih said, “Don’t let this define you, don’t let them win, we believe in you.” Abigail Constable-Tanaka and Keisuke Tanaka (a Japanese person of color superhero speedster with absolute speed who has a mutation of red hair and red eyes) said, “Don’t let them define who you are, you two are true heroes, never forget that!” “Dispose of them, they denied us several times now,” said the Forces of Evil leaders. “They’ll learn not to fight against the Forces of Evil.” “They’ll need to pay for denying them so many times, destroy their hope, by breaking them, permanently,” the leaders of the Forces of Evil to the alien immortal. The Elites and Paragons had foiled their plans countless times in the Battle of Soar City, Battle of Metal County, Battle of Planetary County, Battle of Chicago, the Battle of Midway City, Battles of Earth, Battle of the Vega System, Battle of the Sol System, & the Battle of the Andromeda Galaxy. With power inhibitor collars on their necks they could only watch helplessly as their family was brutally executed. Lori in her bonds (with tears in her eyes with her eyes burning with alien optic blasts) yelled, “No!” as she watched the metahuman and superhuman beings Langston Price, Nathaniel Lewis, & Frederick Floyd publically execute members of the Elites and Paragons members Ruro Suzuki, Luka Volkov, Sirih, Jason Fujioka, Ulrich Hayes, Peter Garcia Rodriguez, Keisuke Tanaka, Wyatt Headley, Hector Vega, Jonathan Ruslo, Abigail Constable, Esmeralda Reyes, Jessica Croft, Jadarath and publically murder her children from the future Charles Lucas “Chucky” Chambers and Leondrea Patricia “Leon” Owen Jones. Arcane Assassin shouted, “Wyatt!” Crimson Changeling shouted, “Keisuke!” Maddie Kingston and Kaitlin shouted, Ruro!” as they were holding Ruro Suzuki’s dead body sobbing into his chest. Diona Artemis Megalos roared at Nathaniel Lewis as her eyes shed tears and blazed with divine magic, “You fucking son of a bitch!” Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith with tears as his/her/their eyes blazed with optic blasts and as his/her/their fists burned with energy blasts, hissed, snarled, growled, & roared, “Frederick I fucking swear to Jaothea, I fragging pledge to Odin and Frigga, & I fucking promise to Laurissa’s deities Jupiter & Zeus themselves you will not get away with this!” Zotlith roared as his eyes glowed with Atlantean sorcery and Atlantean magic, “Langston Price you had better kill us, because I swear one day I swear to the god Neptune, to the god Triton, to the goddess Amphitrite, to the god Poseidon, & to the Titan Oceanus this will not go unanswered for one day we’ll have our vengeance!” Laurissa said, “One day I bloody swear I’ll get my revenge for my family and I’ll personally dispose each and every one of your fucking cold dead corpses myself personally!” “Rokagi you have just declared war on the Elites, the Paragons, & the Sentinels!” Laurissa Owen Jones yelled, “Rokagi the alien immortal, one day I swear I will bring Cardinal Changeling, your motherfrucking head on a motherfucking plate you fragging son of a bastich!” “All of the Elites, Paragons, & Sentinels members who were executed by Frederick Floyd, Nathaniel Lewis, & Langston Price were given the Battle of the Andromeda Galaxy Memorial Ribbon.” “All of us who were there who witnessed it all received chronic: depression, anxiety, panic attacks, & PTSD,” said Zolith, Joanna Jacobson, Kulax Kojir, Maddie Kingston, & Carina Akali Ragorio. Monica Garcia understood as someone who has anxiety and PTSD from witnessing her friends’ murder. “My life is riddled with so much pain, so much war, so much bloodshed, so much death, so many traumas, so much fighting, so much loss & victory.” Why do tragedy, misfortune, & heartbreak exist? Why it is because you are full of anger, rage, hatred, fury, & wrath. Why are you full of rage, hatred, fury, & wrath? It is because you are full of anguish, distress, pain, agony, grief, misery, torment, & sorrow. “You will all be buried here,” said Lady Meinn the metahuman magical parent of Lena whose powerful than Homo Magi: Merlin, Nicholas Flamel, Giovanni John Zatara, Perenelle Flamel, John Constantine, Zatanna Zatara, & half fae Morgana Le Fey combined, “for killing the children of my daughter.” Laurissa Owen Maximiliana Jones said holding the dead bodies of Charles Lucas Owen Jones and Leondrea Patricia Chambers from the future in her arms, “I always wondered who are they are.” “I felt a connection to them, I felt a bond with them, & I found out that Chucky and Leon are really my son and daughter of this Earth from the future.” “You killed them.” “You executed and murdered my children.” She looked at Rokagi, Frederick Floyd, Nathaniel Lewis, & Langston Price who were beings like Vandal Savage, General Wade Eiling, Jack Spheer, Hank Henshaw, Maxwell Lord, & Superboy-Prime. “You took from me my son and my daughter.” “There will be no forgiveness or pardon.” “There will be no mercy or exoneration.” “It matters not where you hide.” “It matters not how far you flee.” “It matters not if you hide in the darkest crevices of the universe.” “I will hunt you down.” “I will tear you apart.” “I will rip you to shreds.” “I will kill you all.” “I will separate your heads from your bodies.” “I will decapitate every single fucking one of you.” “I will put all of your heads on pikes and parade them throughout every planet, star system, galaxy, universe, & multiverse in the omniverse.” “You will never know peace for I will curse you with divine and celestial magic.” “I swear this to Odin and Frigga, to Jupiter and Juno, to Poseidon and Amphitrite, to Zeus and Hera.” “That as long as I breathe as a new god never will I ever forgive you for taking my children away from me.” 

“You’re a fool,” said the leaders of the Forces of Evil to Crimson Changeling (Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith a genderfluid pansexual superhero who stood alone against them. “You’re are not the hero/heroine chosen by the gods, selected by fate, or chosen by a wizard.” “You have no hope against us mortal.” The Forces of Evil is led by eight beings like Brainiac, Doomsday, Imperiex Prime, Darkseid, Ares, Starro, Mongul, & Trigon. Its lieutenants are like Bernadeth, Stompa, Artemiz, Speed Queen, Malice Vundabar, Bloody Mary, Wunda & Sweet Leilani of the Female Furies. Its generals are like Kalibak, Siren, Granny Goodness, Mongal, Desaad, Queen Bee, & Steppenwolf. Its allies are like the Fearsome Five, Villainy Inc, the Legion of Supervillains, the Injustice Society, the Legion of Doom, The Hive, Injustice League, the Brotherhood of Evil, the Secret Society of Supervillains, & the Fatal Five. They are defended by their reinforcements The Horde (imagine armies of Starro drones Brainiac drones Imperiex drones Darkseid's parademons & Trigons demons and archdemons). “You’re right, said Alex/Lexi. “I am not worthy, I am not pure of heart, & I am no champion.” “I wasn’t chosen by fate, by gods, or an old ass wizard.” “They said I was unworthy.” “They said I wasn’t pure of heart.” “They said my heart and my soul were too dark and too twisted as a superhuman and metahuman spec ops and black ops super soldier who fought across Earth since I was a child and preteen and across planets, star systems, galaxies, & universes since I was a teen and young adult & as a SSSS class shinobi/kunoichi assassin who silently killed enemies across the earth as a child and preteen before my age even left single fucking digits.” “I was someone who was raised from childhood to be the ultimate soldier, hunter, assassin, shinobi/kunoichi, warrior, & killer.” “I was trained in espionage, intelligence, linguistics, assassination, torture, interrogation, hacking, infiltration, & sabotage.” This was why he/they or she/they have a top secret classified intergalactic compartmentalized deep black classified codename that is classified top secret SSSS class secret no one not even people like Director Amanda Waller, Director Jeremiah Danvers, Director Vic Sage, Director Eliza Danvers, & Deputy Director Steven Trevor are privy to.  “The child prodigies Itachi Uchiha and Kakashi Hatake eliminated and executed people as weapons for their shinobi village since they were teenagers at only teens at thirteen as shinobi ANBU Black Op Captains.” Alexander Smith/Alexandria Smith said, “Like I told Director Sarah Mason and General Steven Miller, I did the same as a metahuman and superhuman shinobi assassin since I was less than six.” Alex Smith/Lexi Smith said, “I’ve been silently killing (assassinating enemies: eliminating them with suppressed hard light plasma weapons, beheading enemies (with futuristic science fiction versions of katana, wakizashi swords, tachi swords, & odachi swords), slitting throats (with futuristic science fiction versions of tanto knives, combat knives, & KA-BAR knives), snapping necks with my bare hands, poisoning enemies with poisons and toxins, & strangling enemies to death with fiber wire) completing S+ Rank assassination missions across Earth since even before my age left single fucking digits as a metahuman and superhuman.” “I once killed a man with his own fucking small intestine when I was only ten years old.” “When I was a preteen I was sent on intergalactic deep black compartmentalized top secret classified SSSS intergalactic assassination missions across the galaxy, universe, & multiverse.” “They said I would not amount to anything.” “They said I would never be worthy.” Fate, gods, & an old wizard didn’t come and say you are the chosen one (Naruto), you are the champion (Shazam) who is pure of heart, you are a wizard (Harry Potter), you are a jedi (Luke Skywalker) like your father before you, you are a half blood child of a god (Wonder Woman), or you are the last son of a dying planet (Superman).” “No the others were chosen but never me.” “But one day when the planet, star system, galaxy, universe, multiverse, & omniverse needed a hero to stand against you.” “To stop you from destroying Earth, the Vega System, the Polaris System, the Sol System, the Milky Way Galaxy, the Xeno Galaxy, & the Andromeda Galaxy.” “To stop you from killing billions of lives.” “To stop you from conquering the universe, multiverse, & omniverse.” “They needed a hero and they called out but no one came.” “They failed them.” “I wasn’t chosen.” “You’re right.” “I chose myself and I answered the call!” “I made an oath, I swore an oath, & I swore a promise!” “I swore to them that I would never fail them like they did!” “Something that became the oath of the Elites and the Paragons.” “Our oath is, “I have been called, I must answer, I took an oath, I made a promise, no matter the time, no matter the place, no matter the odds, no matter the opposition, no matter the risk, no matter the cost, no matter the sacrifice that I will always answer the call!” “Even if you stand alone?” The leaders of the Forces of Evil asked. “Especially if I stand alone.” “Admirable but foolish.” “'But you're wrong I have never stood alone.” “Not then, not now, not ever!” “Because it was not just me who made that oath!” He/she/they took out a communicator and pressed a button as he/they or she/they shouted out, “Amelia, Chun, Valeria, Laurissa, & Maysa I need support!” Scarlet Soldier (Maysa Nabila Uzun a lesbian Muslim Black African Egyptian Middle Eastern Persian woman of color), Dragoon Dragon (Chun Hei Kim a bisexual Buddhist Black American Southeast Asian Korean woman of color who is the container of the dragon emperor god), Blue Bionic or Crimson Cyborg (Amelia Himmat Mishra a bisexual Hindu Black British South Asian Indian woman of color with the power of ultimate vision), Silent Swift Shadow (Valeria ? Garcia a bisexual Catholic Mexican Tsalagi Indigenous woman of color with the power of shadow manipulation and teleportation that is a grim reaper), & Mystic Mercenary (Laurissa Owen Jones a half goddess/half magical human who was basically Kryptonianized during a super soldier experiment when she was given optic blasts, energy breath, energy blast powers powered by solar radiation and magic) reported at his/their or her/their side. “They are not alone because we will never leave his/their or her/their side!” “We together stand against you assholes!” Chun Hei Kim took on Eastern Asian and European western dragon draconic features as she fired draconic fire at the leaders of the forces of evil.  She then used avatar creation to summon the dragon emperor god to the physical world to fight as her summon against the reinforcements of the Forces of Evil. Laurisssa Owen Jones fired optic blasts powered by red blue yellow and white solar radiation and fired energy blasts powered by magic at the generals of the Forces of Evil. Amelia Himmat Mishra used the orbital optic array of her optic blasts of her ultimate vision (which lets her create and control materialized energy which enhances, channels, & redirects their optical beams into multiple directions. They can also have other effects like changing or mixing the natures of beams, charging the potency of the optic blasts, focusing it to a fine point for precision strikes) and fired omnidirectional beams from her eyes at the lieutenants of the Forces of Evil. Alexander Mack Smith/Alexandria Macy Smith shapeshifted into a Kryptonian, Tamaranean, & New God to fight the allies of the Forces of Evil. “The planet, star system, galaxy, & universe thinks that Laurissa Owen Jones and I are some perfect, flawless hero/heroine and heroine who defeated the great evil the Forces of Evil all by ourselves.” “The truth is we are both flawed.” “But in reality we both failed a lot and learned a lot together.” “We relied on each other and our platonic unconditional love for each other.” “We relied on our bond that connects our hearts, minds, & souls together.” “We relied on our friends Chun Hei Kim, Amelia Himmat Mishra, & Maysa Nabila Uzun.” “We relied on our teams the Elites, Paragons, & the Sentinels.” “In the end it was teamwork, love, connection, & bonds that defeated the super villain organization and alliance not fancy ass super powers.”

“After executing many of those responsible we used a power totem to bring the members of the Elites and the Paragons back to life.” “It was the first time Lori and I ever called the full power of the power totem (something as powerful as the red, blue, pink, orange, indigo, yellow, green, white, & black lantern rings at once).” “It was after I made Jaothean pilgrimages to the planet Nerva which is the holy site of the religion of the genderfluid pansexual deity of Jaothea to cleanse my heart and soul.” With me was my partner and spouse Joanna Jacobson a mixed woman of color and Yuganian alien hybrid.” “Nerva it is inside the territory of the Yugane imperial intergalactic empire and their rivals the Iuyamian intergalactic federation.” Crimson Changeling who is a Shinto Buddhist, Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika pagan, & Jaotheist as he/she/they were kneeling on the ground said, “Celestial, stellar, cosmic, & primordial being my protection and my deliverance, heed my prayer in my darkest hour.” “Steer my hand so I may shed my hardships.” “I request this of you in your sacred name, o primordial, celestial, cosmic, & stellar marshal.” “Exalt me with your endless mercy and your ceaseless compassion.” “Sanctified entity, brightest radiance in the solar system, in the galaxy, in the universe, in the multiverse, & in the omniverse, I ask that you grant me your audience.” “Grant me your presence so I may step out of the shadows and the darkness and into the light.” “I plead this of you as your humble servant, o divine celestial, stellar, cosmic, & primordial marshal.” “Support me with your deified light.” “Hallowed being, my guardian, my warden, my protector, & my sentinel, overhear my distressed plea.” “Grant me valor and courage so I may be eased of my torment, so that I may be alleviated of my suffering, & so that I may be relieved of my anguish.” “I beg this of you with total devotion, o creator of all in this omniverse Jaothea who is one of the many omniverses created by Lord Nex and the Ascended Transcendent Dragon Emperor God and Dragon Empress Goddess.” “Honor me with your everlasting benevolence and your ceaseless compassion.” It was in a Jaothean temple on a planet that they gave incense offerings, food offerings, water offerings, & alcohol offerings to Jaothea their species polyamorous genderfluid pansexual stellar, primordial, cosmic, & celestial divine being. “Jaothea he/she/they attach us to those we love.” “Jaothea he/she/they provide us power and strength when we have none.” “Jaothea in the gloomiest of times and the dimmest of places he/she/they give us hope and faith.” “Jaothea he/she/hey direct and steer us.” “For Jaothea they feel all, they know all, & they see all.” “Jaothea his/her/their love is eternal, unconditional, & everlasting.” “May Jaothea defend us when we are weak as our warden, guardian, & protector.” “May Jaothea give us strength so that we can shield and defend others as their champion and hero.” “May Jaothea’s light shine bright so that we shall rise with a divine, stellar, primordial, celestial, & cosmic holy fire in our hearts and in our soul, blazing, scorching limitless, & liberated across the galaxy, universe, multiverse, & omniverse.” “Please Jaothea grant us courage, acceptance, patience, heroism, assertiveness, patience, open-mindedness, & compassion.” “Forgive me Jaothea for I failed you.” “Jaothea please help me, all I feel is hatred, all I feel is sorrow, all I feel is pain, all I feel is fury, & all I feel is fear.” “I don’t want to feel this anymore,” he/she/they said as the prostrated, “please make it stop, I beg you.” Crimson Changeling asked as his/her/their mark on his/her/their hand burned a symbol that Jaothea was answering them, “Jaothea, you’re here?” “It is I, Alexander Kana’i Mack Ryuu Francisco Makoa Smith/Alexandria Aatahua Macy Haruka Francisca Kamalani Smith and Joanna Jacobson-Smith,” he/she/they said as he/she/they put a hand on my shoulder and her shoulder.” “I then saw as we were both split into our many glowing soul and spirit selves by Jaothea.” “We watched as we saw our many emotions became glowing corporal physical forms.” “We watched as our core positive parts of compassion, kindness, heroism, hope, faith, valor, resolve, determination, selflessness, altruism, & love and blazed silver, violet, gold, cobalt, & malachite.” “We watched as our core negative parts of hatred, fury, rage, greed, avarice, aggression, & violence became shining bodily material forms as burned grey, obsidian, & scarlet.” “You are strong, Alex/Lexi and Jo.” “Joanna was fused back into one being by Jaothea.” “I was fused back into one entity by Jaothea.” “I learned I still had so much courage, mercy, conviction, care, hope, compassion, valor, love, & resolve despite what happened to me since I was a child soldier until now.” “This is why the primal embodiment (that is more powerful than the bodily embodiment of hope Adara that powers the blue lantern rings, The Butcher the corporeal quintessence of rage that powers the red lantern rings, Ion the physical personification of willpower that powers the green lantern rings, Parallax the corporeal embodiment of fear that powers the yellow lantern rings, the Predator the material epitome of love that powers the pink lantern rings, Ophidian the bodily personification of greed that powers the orange lantern rings, Proselyte the physical quintessence of mercy that powers the indigo lantern rings, Nekron the material embodiment of death that powers the black lantern rings, & the Life Entity the physical personification of life that powers the white lantern rings of DC Prime Earth combined) possessed us as their personal avatars and their personal hosts.” “With our eyes glowing blue and radiating sapphire with glowing sapphire tears in my eyes, with our eyes glowing green and burning jade with glowing jade tear, with our eyes glowing pink and blazing ruby eyes with tears glowing ruby tears in our eyes, with our eyes glowing indigo and flaming electric indigo with glowing flaming indigo tears in our eyes, with our eyes glowing silver and shining ivory we became primal embodiments of valor, heroism, altruism, selflessness, compassion, kindness, love, hope, & faith.” “We then used the collective power of the power totem to bring the Elites and Paragons back to life.” 

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lifesbestescape · 5 years

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Been thinking about Young Justice lately and how little we got to see of Wally in season 2 so here's a little drabble of what his thought process might have been like during the season

I also have an Artemis version if anyone wants me to post it

Despite spending so long loving being Kid Flash, Wally was enjoying retirement. It probably was due to how much loss he had to see in the past five years. Jason, Tula, and others. Towards the end of his time on the team, the hurt and pain and danger that came with wearing the mask was no longer being outweighed by the good. He wanted more for him and Artemis, he wanted a future. But sometimes he did really miss being in the suit. He knows Artemis misses it more than he does which is part of why he is so scared when she gets the call from Dick. Months of losing contact with her are hard enough, the fear of losing everything they’ve built the past couple years is almost just as bad.

Wally wasn’t thrilled with Bart being here. Not because he didn’t like the kid but because of what he could do to the timeline. As someone who was looking forward to his future, he didn’t want it ruined. Artemis liked Bart though and she had convinced him to give the kid a chance. Saying how future old man Barry wouldn’t have let Bart come back with the risk of being stuck if he really thought he could do some damage. Something still wasn’t adding up, but he thought Artemis was probably right. He ended up really liking the kid. He was this awesome blend of Barry and Iris, with some parts that were all Bart. The things he didn’t recognize he figured must come from his unborn cousin. Wally even started thinking about how when Artemis was back home safe maybe it would be time to pass on the mantle of Kid Flash. I mean he wasn’t a kid anymore and if Bart was really planning on sticking around he would be a good fit.

Wally missed Artemis. Like a lot. Like so much he was actually starting to resent his closest friend. He knew Dick was just trying to do the right thing, but he also knew he’d been different since Jason. He was starting to act like Bruce which is something he knew was Dick’s worst nightmare. It made him worry for his friend, but it really made him worry for Artemis. Wally knew how far the Batman was willing to go.

He had dinner with Artemis’s mom once every two weeks. He had promised Dick no one but him, Kaldur, and Artemis would know the truth, but Dick hasn’t been thinking right lately and he wouldn’t let her mom suffer like that. She has already been through enough. She promised not to tell anyone and to keep playing the role of the grieving mother. It wouldn’t be hard considering Artemis was so unavailable in her current predicament she might as well be dead. They kept up the dinners to keep up appearances since no one believed Wally would blow her off after they both lost Artemis. They used dinner as a veil for Wally to let her know how Artemis was doing, unfortunately, he never had much of an update. They both knew they really kept up the dinners to help each other out while she was gone. It was always better to worry and mourn together.

He had never actually fought with Dick before but then again Dick had never actually put two of his closest friends in this much danger before. Considering one of these friends was also Wally’s girlfriend meant that he was pretty pissed. He reminded Dick that they were out of the life and told him that if something happened to her he would never forgive him.

Wally had to admit it did feel good to be back in the suit on a mission with the team. He had really missed it. But then he spotted her across the way and in trouble no less. Time seemed to freeze around him as he saw her for the first time in months and he remembered why he wanted to retire. He wanted to spend his life with Artemis, not spend his life worrying about how much time he had left with Artemis. After saving her and telling her how angry he was at her for agreeing to Dick’s plan and putting them through this but how he also very much wanted to kiss her he found himself back in the battle and running next to Bart. He officially gave up Kid Flash to Bart. Wally knew what he wanted.

Despite the serious situation, Wally was over the moon. He was back with Artemis. He was in Paris with Artemis. This girl that he was so in love with and so happy to have home. Wally couldn’t help but think about how Paris would be a good place for a honeymoon.

It had to be him. He knew the second that they described the situation in the artic that only Wally could help. Can’t exactly spend his life with his girl and his family if there’s no world to live it on. So, Wally didn’t think about it. Wally just ran.

If he was mad at Artemis for being undercover for months she was definitely going to kill him for this. His parents too. They had to know. He asked Barry to tell them.

To tell her.

#Young Justice #wally west #kid flash #artemis #artemis crock #tigress #spitfire

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bookdragonlibrary · 5 years

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Fourth Friday YJ appreciation

1-3 ; 4-6 ; 7-9 ; 10-13 ; 14-16 ; 17 ; 18 ; 19 ; 20 ; 21 ; 22 ; 23 ; 24-26

—————————— Exceptional Human Beings

- Is this... Batman works with Oracle. It’s the same tech than Nightwing!

- Yes! These is Katana and Metamorpho! I already love Metamorpho facial expressions! The scene from the trailer! Santa Prisca, Bane’s island! They’re so efficient! (Yeah, I have in mind the first time of the Team on the Island...)

- Is it thanks to Jade’s intel? So they will save Tara? :D

- Victor Stone? So this is Dr Silas Stone! I saw the movie, I know Dr Stone wont have time to go... Oh! The Reach tech is back!

- And it’s Steel or John Irons. (Why every person choosing a English name comes with John?)

- Did... did Metamorpho just turn himself into a fart? Seriously? Katana in the background and the indignated face of Metamorpho xD

- Sex implied, definitely mature content... Is it really the time to talk about Dick? You know what I mean... Wait, was that a joke? Like a subtext joke?

- Training Time! Forager’s sounds are so funny!

- Violet fell because she was blushing and Brion uses his powers because he was blushing. They’re cute! :3

- Nightwing definitely knows Batman is on Santa Prisca already and knows Brion will likely get himself killed with his actual combat skills...

- Deathstroke in the place. Oh she’s Cassandra, Savage’s daughter (yeah a lot of Cassandra this season!)

- She knows Tara! Now she’s is used by Granny Goodness... And Cassandra seems to... like her? She is a different character than Scandal (who is lesbian) right? Because I don’t want our first rep to be a pedophilic rapist, thank you very much... We already had Slade for that in Judas Contract...

- “I have observed that.” Definitely thinking about her sister Olympia :(

- Victor’s team! “I would ask Wonder Woman out!” “Me Black Canary” *Vctor rolls his eyes* Are we wasting screentime for straight idiots? (and I mean it in both ways) Just a question: do you think Victor could be gay with his reactions to the “straights comments”?

- “Cisco, a superhero?!” Well, Francisco Ramon will be a superhero one day (but I don’t know his powers yet.) Don’t worry my dear, a lot of people love Zatanna! He’s a Spanish speaker, from where?

- Victor don’t appreciate the bullying but not interfere :( But he’s so above their shit!

- Boo-yah is back! I can’t believe they also gave this easter egg!

- Batman or how burn someone with only words! xD

- “I always hated that name too!” Why don’t you change for you mother name, Arty? :(

- Violet Harper, I love how the writers connect the dots between the comics and what happens on the show!

- JADE! I love how she’s smiling, like she considerates it. We know she would love that. Why could hold her back? How could she think they don’t need her? Because of her father? Football... er I mean soccer is just a lame excuse! She’s crying! She definitely loves them! :’(

- Katana VS Lady Shiva! OMG Katana also uses a wakizashi (a short saber) with her katana like a samouraï :o

- “Bulletproof. That’s annoying” We already know that line but still funny xD So Metamorpho isn’t fireproof? That’s his true form!

- Oracle time!

- “No, no my guns!” Seriously Bane? Metamorpho just blows them a kiss xD

- Booyah! Someone is still using the goggles... Poor Vic :( “I see great things in your future” while showing a FatherBox. I don’t like it... I know the story but still don’t like it...

- Brucely! (Or Bruce Lee?) Such a good boy!

By the way, Katana never talks. She took a vow of silence after her sensei dies.

—————————— Another Freak

- First, I don’t like the title. I dislike even more the wiring from the Reach tech...

- There’s a bad father/son relationship (I mean with fights) each season, isn’t there? “Scene/seen. Now you’re boying me?” I love the dialogue! I know I could hate the wiring... The “dad” at the end broke my heart :’(

- “But Brion Markov’s attitude will soon change! :D” Forager knows what’s going on between those two. Forager is a Haloforce shipper! Human Forager is so cute!! “Be careful on the boys! They only have one thing on their mind!” “What one thing?” *embarassed Brion* “If we arrive with the councelor and the principal, all the other kids will love us!” My poor summer child... “No flying at school!” xD

- After gory Halo, here’s gory Victor :( And here comes the Fatherbox so bad news?

- “I’m so happy to be here it makes me sick” Violet is still dealing with human emotions. Stay whelmed! Or could it be the Fatherbox?

- Is that Terra with blue hair?? And... freckles? (she has the same character design that in the animated movie) Oh she’s Harper Row. My bad. The whole conversation was hilarious and cute!

- Victor’s still alive!

- Of course, access denied. Nightwing knows he would do it. He did it as Robin first! And of course Nightwing appears! And now they’re fighting...but with it Brion could speak his heart out.

- “How they could know us if they don’t interact with us?” I know Forager. Most human are most judgmental at first sight...

- “Are Violet and Fred freaks?” Oh no sweetie don’t think that :( “But Fred must look like a freak...” He refers to his human form. It’s logical. Would you feel like yourself in an alien form? “Freak is cool.” Exactly! “Two hands only” xD

- Victor is freaking out. Naturally. So... he goes... violet when the fatherbox takes control? Like he calls to be heal. So the violet color has a reverse meaning for a fatherbow than for a motherbox, logical as they are the two faces of the same coin.

- Harper is so sweet!

- Whoa new aura: indigo (between blue and violet). So we still don’t know what blue aura does (and black aura, but I’m not sure it exists). What does it do? She opened a Boom tube?

- “I’m not an abomination. I’m a freak.” That’s the spirit. That’s my girl!

- Pleasedon’tmurderhalo! pleasedon’tmurderhalo! Yes! She’s okay!

- She’s healing him! Poor Vic, he’s so confused. “My work here is done.” Violet is so cute!

- Silas trying to find a common thing with Vic is sweet but yeah.. Vic would feel like a rat lab, ask Ed. “Can I go with you?” His voice was so heartbreaking :( Victor prefers to leave to not hurt his father again :( Yeah he’s angry, it’s understanding. At least, he’s alive right?

- Kind of ironic they boomed tube in a football field...

- Brion is finally moving forward! :D

- Lobo’s finger begins to morph. Slobo on the way!

—————————— Nightmare Monkeys

- Tork from Mars, seriously? xD M’Comm should be so pissed...

Was that the Wilhelm scream?

- “I have practice” My heart :(

- it’s Paul who played Conner in Hello Megan! What time had done to you? Gar’s look when they talked about Marie :( Paul is his godfather! And Rita his godmother. Steven is his stepfather? That means he was with Rita, right? He’s Mento? “Thanks God.” I think they both don’t like the situation but still try to play their part...

- I don’t know if this seashell alien is real or just a costume...

- We were right! Halo IS a Motherbox! What happen to the script? Now we can predict things :( She’s... the reincarnation of the dead Motherbox Doctor X and Psimon studied. So Queen Bee works with Vertigo, since Psimon works for Quee Bee. So Gabrielle Daou consciousness died, murdered by Bedlam’s minions and the Motherbox soul regenerates/resurected in her body because she needed a vessel. But Violet still has some of Gabrielle’s memories via the brain, but maybe not her thoughts or emotions?

- I love the Emerald Crown teasing! Was Gar talking about his mother(s) when he said queen? That needle doesn’t seem good...

- “And now he tells you to be patient...” xD

Sphere, stay whelmed! And... the Fatherbow is awake again... And... Conner is shirtless again... Halo has clearly no idea what she’s doing. So cute she calms Sphere down :)

- So that doesn”t sound good... Encino, what/where that could be?

- “He’s dead, Tom.” What that the voice of... WALLY??? And all the dead heroes in the grotto... I mean Watchtower garden.

- Great! Supermartian know how to communicate now :) “Alone time” Weren’t you have a “intimate” time in a bathroom two episodes ago? “Date night/Secret base” Yeah Wolf me too. They got the communication, not the understanding...

- “The Reach... I mean the Klamulons” seriously?

- Tula, Ted Kord, Jason, was that the chronological order? I thought Ted was the last one. That’s why in season Tim went to Jason’s hologramme. Ted Kord died during the Summer break and they were in February. So Tim was a really young Robin!

- Wally speaks to casually about their death. “Who’s next? Guess it’s me.” Does that mean he’s not dead yet? But could soon be? Wally’s death scene reminds me how good the previous style was... RIP too! “Cancel the show already?” I heard the 4th wall break down.

- DOOM PATROL GO! WHAT’S THE HECK?The 4th wall is collapsing in a firy explosion.

- Garfield also collapsed. AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Rita Aka Elasticgirl with Starfire’s voice. Chief with Robin’s voice. Robotman with Cyborg’s voice (more like Cyborg’s father xD), Negative Woman with Raven’s voice.

- Steve Dayton is indeed Rita’s husband; So Rita adopted Garfield when Marie died? She did!

- “Sorry your mom(s?) died!” The song. “Just say goodbye to your second mom!” Rita and Marie were together? Was Rita bi/pan? “Let’s die!”

- Of course M’gann save the day, back with her season 1 appearance. The whole Mento’s speech is how Gar sees the situation right? Not the truth right? “I was 14.” Wait, all of this (except Marie’s death) only happen last year?

- M’gann is there to save her brother!

“Sure you’re even born yet?” This joke could also work with Bart. Man, if Bart was in that episode...

- “Queen Bee wants her honey back!” That was a lesbian joke right? The first rep of this season would be Queen Bee? Being Bi? (Why in English bi is pronounced like by and not bee? Do you see the missed joke here?)

- “Let’s watch the episode you were in.” Season 2. The pieces of the 4th wall break again.

- “Shut it down.” “I can’t hear a heartbeat.” He meant the channel, not the heart, Wally. Wait, was it a death wish because Gar can’t handle with all the mourning happening in a few minutes?

- Reminder: Beast Boy’s metagene was activated by Martian transfusion and a bite from a green monkey.

- Mass conservation? Is it a clue for Wally’s return? Like his mass was conserved somewhere when he was desintegrated? A place where he can save Garfield from the Goggles? How can Gar remember Wally’s death if he wasn’t even there?! But he appears as the green monkey to show a parallel? Between the monkey and blood transfusion saving him and Wally saving him now?

- Come back as a hero my boy!

- “Are you real or is this all in my head?” Ask Dumbledore, kid.

- M’gann is in the place! White but with a green aura.

- Yes, I think it was a distraction to cope with all the trauma.

- “Ready to get back to reality. Ready to get back to the life.” hero life? It was both litteral and metaphorical.

- Perdita who don’t understand the Team’s slang :) Gar, did you teach anything to her?

- Garfield finally understand that Gretchen is a bad guy. But it feels off as we already know it. The Evolution episode should have happen after this I think?

- Emerald Crown is so cute! Their kiss was ok, but why M’gann are you doing the same in front of your brother?

- Haloforce kiss! After we finally understand who Violet is! But I would like to see the moment which brings to the kiss :(

- Sphere!

- Of course Wally won’t come back until part b or even the end of the season, will he?

—————————— True Heroes

- It’s Halloween! Halo and Forager are adorable as usual.

- Poor Vic :( Halloween cancel and Violet can’t come :( Forager drives bioship xD (Such a weird sentence...)

- Tara is 15, same age than Bart and Gar.

- Dr Jace had a little girl. who was taken from her. Was she meta? It’s thay why she started to work with Bedlam? To have intel to find her? Or did Bedlam blackmail her to make her work for him? That’s why she’s is so overprotecting with the kids?

- “You’re be my little girl for tonight.” That sounds creepy, right?

- “I know I said pretend I’m not here but I’m.” Yeah, Dr Jace, maybe not the best way to explain where the teenager hormones lead to...

- “Vulnerable” weaks the Fatherbox up. Great. And it’s because she is vulnerable, Dr Jace tries to be closer?

- Cameron (Icycle Jr) and the Terror Twins grew up so much... And not in a good way. I miss the Twins’ design in season 1. They get uglier each season, bad guy cliche. But Tommy could be the Bad Blue Beetle from Bart’s future, they have quite the same morphology and Queen Bee sold Chimmer to the Reach, why not him too?

- Holocaust?

- Wolf attacking the Fatherrbox.

Dr Jace just took a violet ray and if they’re like Halo’s yellow one she should be badly injured... Not just inconscious.

- Emotions turn off Halo’s powers? They just activated them!

- Earth VS FIre. Terra lost :(

- Stay Whelmed, Brion!

- Psimon out! Wait, did just Devastation called him baby?

- Tara is free!

- And Holocaust is with a Queen Bee’s minions.

- Family reunion!

- YJ is now a scary movie. Maybe it’s just panic which shut down Halo’s powers? Fight Vic! “The problem is I had too much.” So it was panic. Now save him!

- Yeah, go save the other kids!

- The conversation between Junior and SB is so chill (no pun intended) and funny. “She was my girl.” “But I was into her.” Dudes, it’s not a competition or a race, just let the girl decide maybe?

- “Maybe that means there’s hope for me too!” Redeem arc foreshadowing?

- “Ow.” Junior plays dead.

- Can we appreciate SB’s combat style?

- Princess speech!

- The Black girl speaks French? Who they could be? Anita?

- League and Team squads were successful” I wish we could have seen them :(

- Dr Jace activated Tara’s metagene on the blackmailing to kill her :o

- Princess speech! :D

- Violet cry of joy is so cute! :)

- “M’gann’s gonna kill me.” xD

- Wait, why is Dr Jace taking Violet’s, hair?

- “They’re ready for the Team!” We’re gonna go our children back! But maybe give Tara some rest?