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Voice From Beyond
Danny was bored, really bored inside the Realms, he was supposed to stay there because facing the reality that his "world" was no longer safe, and all his friends were fighting for his safety was too much. But after he got past the paranoia he just couldn't find more things to do to distract himself from the thought.
He had already argued with Skulker, stolen Johnny's motorcycle and even participated in a concert with Ember but nothing improved his spirits. Curiously, it was during a visit to Technus that he found the solution to his problem. It turned out that the radios could broadcast around all the Realms, it was perfect!
The halfa started a radio program. It started out as a curious thing, where he recounted his experiences as a hybrid and the culture of the Realms. In some cases he had special guests to tell of their experiences and what they had done after their death (Jane Austen and Shakespeare looked excited to be able to talk about it!)
And so his program "voice from the afterlife" was born, where he gave various advice to the dead and not so dead; the only thing that Danny didn't notice was that he was not only transmitting in the Realms, but in many universes that picked up his radio signal by a lot of luck. The DC universe got caught up in the mysterious show when it aired. Some said it was impossible, others theorized that it was real, others thought it was just fiction.
But Jason knew it wasn't just fiction, he knew that somehow Danny was real, and had the answers he needed. Jason was determined to prove it, with a little magical help of course.
#dpxdc#Danny's radio show#he's not bored anymore#or at least not haunted by the tough of his family fighting and dying for him#GIW was wild in his original dimension#and the ghosts are staying in the realms for protection#Danny's family closed the portal#and Wulf refused to open the portal at the request of his family#dp x dc#dc x dp#Voice to the afterlife is now on air#at first Jason tough it was an scam#but the more he heard#the more he realized it wasn't an scam#now he's determinate to meet Danny#and get his answers#Danny give advices and relate about his experiences#he also have special ghosts guests#like Jane Austen#Shakespeare or Abraham Lincoln#just any ghost that want to be heard again#His radio show is also popular in the Realms
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Maximum safety
your mother the black widow takes you to your father so that he takes care of you, Bruce Wayne puts maximum security, does that hold an eight year old child?
DC x Marvel / daughter reader
Bruce Wayne x Daughter reader x Natasha
The room you entered was giant, there was so much space that you could say that there was a house there, your eyes went to the decoration in neutral tones, nothing too exaggerated, it was luxurious and gloomy, the thick curtains that went from the ceiling to the floor covered the view from the window.
The backpack was still on your shoulders, this was a good place but you weren't going to stay, your mom wanted to protect you from the threats of the universe, but you wanted to be beside her, your mother is none other than the black widow, Natasha had trained you to be an avenger as you always wanted. Now being pushed away because it was dangerous was ridiculous.
Natasha just left you with your father, the man you never met. You heard about him, because your uncle Tony saw this man as a certain enemy. Now there you were.
— Are you planning to escape? - Dick Grayson's voice sounded after you, he was the first to perform for you.
He was at the bedroom door looking at you, he knew what was going through your head.
— The world needs to be saved, I will help.
— You are your father's daughter.- Dick scoffs. — Your mother made it clear that you cannot leave here.
Dick thought it was cute his adorable way of trying to save the world, are you adorable for your age, like a doll like you think can help your mom save the world?
— You are then Bruce Wayne's daughter, - a boy your age, perhaps older comes in, — I am Damian, Bruce's son.
— How many children does this man have? - you had met Jason, Tim, Dick, Cass and now this Damian. Cass squeezed you so hard.
— Too much to tell.- Bruce Wayne walked through the door, he was tall and looked tough, you understand why your mother had an affair with him. — Your mother hid you very well.
— She didn't want to get involved in your life, I know you're Batman, wow I'm the daughter of a spider and a bat.
— You are in our responsibility now, there is no escape, - Bruce says in a deep voice. — This house is monitored, if you try to escape you will be stopped immediately.
— Is this a challenge? - you smile provoking.
— No, there is no way out... Feel free to look at the house.- Bruce says leaving the room with Dick and Damian.
— Be cooler, she is just a child, very cute, putting maximum security is ridiculous.- Dick speaks.
— I think Grayson is right, what will a child her age do? How are you going to escape from here?
— She is too cute to do something so big, but if you want to put maximum security for a child, that's fine.
Bruce Wayne was on the verge of a breakdown, not because he discovered that his old crush Natasha hid a pregnancy and that he was the father of a girl. He saw how much Natasha loved you and was afraid that something would happen to you, he saw how much that woman wanted to protect you, because Bruce Wayne was mortally threatened by the black Widow, she made it clear what she would do if something happened to you.
That was why Bruce Wayne was collapsing, you had arrived at the mansion today and disappeared thirty minutes after talking to him. You had managed to get out of the mansion without anyone seeing, you really scammed the surveillance system.
— I liked your sister, Damian.- Jason laughed when he saw Bruce looking at the city cameras looking for you. — She will make Bruce break.
— She is good, she ran away without triggering anything.- Damian says impressed.
— You guys, go look for her, I'm going after you, I'll call the league! - Bruce passed them by going to get dressed.
— I never saw him desperate, - Dick says, — This is weird.
— This is very good. - Jason laughs.
— Let's say that her mother is calling, he will fall hard. - Damian smiles diabolically.
— Bright!
Meanwhile....
— Are you new to the city? - the man asked, were you in his office, you befriended a woman who said you were adorable and you were now her best friend. Then she dragged you to a nightclub and took you to the office.
— Yes, I came to visit my father.
The place was strange, his mother would certainly freak out.
— Gotham is not safe for a child... You are under my protection.- he says, you smile at your friend's excitement. — Harley.
— Little pudding isn't she cute? - Harley squeezed her cheeks.
You looked at the man who was like a clown and then at Harley and remembered that you heard about Gotham's king and queen. You were before the Joker your father's enemy.
— Can we take a picture? I want to send it to my father, he will love it.- you ask excitedly.
The notification sound alerts everyone, Bruce quickly took the phone and opened the image. The man went pale.
It was a photo where you were sitting in the Joker's chair smiling as Harley kissed your cheek and Joker smiled strangely pointing a gun at the camera, behind you a glass wall showing the nightclub.
— Her mother is going to kill you. - Jason laughed.
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Saturday Morning Coffee
Time to sip my coffee and put together the stuff I found interesting this week. I may even include some older stuff. Who knows? I certainly don’t. 🤷🏻♂️
New York Magazine: ”As expected, Twitter filed a lawsuit against Elon Musk on Tuesday in Delaware Chancery Court for trying to wriggle out of the $44 billion deal he put together in the first place. The whole thing is just beyond weird — and not just for the world of business, but crazy on just about every plane of interpretation.”
From what I’m reading and hearing Musk is in a really bad position. Apparently Delaware Chancery Court moves really quickly and it sounds like they’ll force him to buy it or come up with the difference between todays stock price and his offer price to get out of the deal.
I hope he takes the deal to walk away, which could cost him billions, not just the $1 billion breakup fee. I’d like to see him out because if the man does end up with it I figure it’ll be shuttered or sold to someone else for much less.
Find a serious buyer or get it back on its feet. Tough road, I know.
Also, Mr. Musk, I still have musk.social sitting out here for you. Let’s talk. 😃
Slate: ”Jason van Tatenhove, a former spokesman for the Oath Keepers—a group of self-appointed vigilantes who were instrumental in storming the Capitol—told the House committee that the actions of the group on Jan. 6 provided “a glimpse” of their vision. The group had actively hoped for (and trained for) the chance to participate in a violent insurrection like the kind staged in the waning days of Donald Trump’s presidency.”
If you don’t fear for the survival of our democracy and the potential for Civil War, why aren’t you?
The GOP is 100% MAGA at this point. They want to burn it all down and are working to take rights away from us common folk. They’ve already done it with a woman’s right to choose what’s best for her and her body. They want to go much, much, further.
When Trumpty-Dumpty said “I’ll have to wait and see” when asked about accepting the outcome of the election we now know he was serious about remaining in power.
Go back to March of 2018
Back in March 2018, Trump gave a closed-door speech at Mar-a-Lago to Republican donors in which he said this of Chinese President Xi Jinping: “He’s now president for life. President for life. No, he’s great. And look, he was able to do that. I think it’s great. Maybe we’ll have to give that a shot someday.” - CNN
Take him at his word. That joke is not a joke. He wants to be President of the United States for the remainder of his life. If he gets back in office he’ll never leave and our Democracy will die.
Book bans are getting ugly and violent as conservative groups target educators online and harass them on their social media accounts.
My story here:https://t.co/nAkeHk6pyu
— Tanya Basu (@tanyabasu) July 15, 2022
Again, the GOP wants to take the entire nation backwards.
The notion that we’d get really close to Gilead in The Handmaid’s Tale is terrifying and not a place I want to live.
Dave Winer: ”Podcasts are RSS 2.0 feeds with enclosures that contain the podcast content. Anything that doesn’t use a feed to distribute the audio isn’t a podcast, and shouldn’t use that name. Eventually Spotify will regret diluting the meaning of the name…”
Podcasting is an open distribution system like RSS. In fact podcast distribution is via an RSS feed and, as Dave says, it’s not a podcast unless it’s distributed that way.
Services by Spotify, Apple, and Substack that lock content into their own proprietary systems need to use a different name. They are not Podcasts by definition.
Laptop Mag: ”Despite analysts reporting on 133 fraudulent apps on Apple’s App Store, 84 subscription-based iOS apps are still scamming unsuspecting victims into forking over an accumulated $103.2 million annually — and they’ve been active for over a year.”
I’m clearly in the wrong segment of iOS App development. I need to make a game that creates whales so I can sell them tokens to get past stages or earn more points.
The $10-15 per month I’m earning now is such a laugh but at least I’m not a scumbag developer.
Also, shame on Apple for allowing this to happen right inside a store they market as safe and secure. That safety should include not being ripped off by scammy apps.
CNN: ”A Washington, DC, police officer has corroborated to the House select committee investigating , details regarding a heated exchange former President Donald Trump had with his Secret Service detail when he was told he could not go to the US Capitol after his rally, a source familiar with the matter tells CNN.”
Trump and crew need to be convicted of some type of Federal Crime so they can never hold public office again, at a minimum.
I’d prefer the entire Trump Crime Family see a bit of jail time.
Netflix chooses Microsoft as an ad-tech partner for its coming ad-supported subscription service: https://t.co/XFdsL7rwHW
— Mary Jo Foley (@maryjofoley) July 13, 2022
This is a real surprise. I trust Microsoft will do a great job and Netflix will get what they’re after, but the fact Netflix is going to do an add supported tier is really surprising.
They are a premium brand. This move makes them feel less premium.
Virginia Mercury: ”In the search for hard-to-find bottles of bourbon at Virginia ABC stores, some liquor enthusiasts have been worried about leaks of a more serious kind.”
A little explanation for my friends in states without state run liquor stores. ABC is Virginia’s state run liquor store. When you want to buy anything stronger than beer or wine you have to go to ABC.
In the South Bourbon is king and certain bourbons are highly sought after. When we arrived and I sauntered into an ABC looking to purchase some bourbon the clerk mentioned they’d just received a shipment of Buffalo Trace. That didn’t mean anything to my California brain. I could get Buffalo Trace in California anytime I wanted. It wasn’t rare. But in Virginia it’s a real treat and flys off the shelves as soon as it hits the store.
So, with that context, this is a huge scandal in Virginia.
McSweeney’s: ”As you can probably tell by looking around, every employee at our startup is 23 years old. On the morning of your 24th birthday, the barcode on your employee ID stops working and you can no longer enter our building.”
This is funny to me because there is a bit of truth to it. When I turned 40 and went to work for LEVEL Studios I felt really, really, old. When I landed a gig at WillowTree and met my new group I felt absolutely ancient. 👴🏼
It may sound strange but the pandemic helped me immensely. I could control the environment around me. I could focus more easily. The office was full of young folks flitting about the office with their laptops never sitting in one spot, and it was really noisy and distracting.
I’m really grateful I’m now a part of our remote only team.
Enjoy your coffee. ☕️
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Ray and Faye Copeland: Oldest Couple on Death Row
May 04, 2021
Ray Copeland was born on December 30, 1914 in Oklahoma. Ray’s family growing up moved around a lot, until his parents Jess and Laney settled in the town of Ozark Hills, Arkansas. Ray eventually had a younger brother and sister. However, when the Great Depression hit Ray had to help support his family during this tough time where most families were struggling to make ends meet.
Ray began a life of petty crime as a young man. At the age of 20 he committed his first crime, stealing two hogs from his family farm and selling them in another town. His father found out but no charges were filed. He was often stealing livestock and forging checks and was eventually caught for this in 1936 and served a year in prison.
In 1940 Ray went to a routine checkup at a physician’s office met a 19 year old woman named Faye Wilson. Faye Della Wilson was born on August 4, 1921 in Arkansas. Faye’s parents Rufus and Gladys Wilson were very hard working people from Harrison, Arkansas and Faye was one of 7 children, growing up in a dirt floor cabin. The two began dating and 6 months later got married and had five children together. Their first child was a boy named Everett, born a year after they got married. Then two years later they had another son named Billy Ray.
In 1944 Ray and Faye moved to Fresno County, California and had another child, a girl named Betty Lou the following year. After that they had a son named Alvia and in 1949 they had their final child, William Wayne. That same year Ray had been accused of stealing horses from a local farmer. No charges were filed but Ray had to leave the area because his reputation was damaged, so the Copeland’s moved back to Arkansas.
It didn’t take long for Ray to get arrested again, being found guilty of grand larceny and sentenced to another year in jail. Once released Ray moved his family to Rocky Comfort, Missouri where he was arrested for cattle theft again. He was sentenced to complete labour at a judge’s farm.
In 1953 Ray moved his family from town to town quite frequently, and was arrested at least 5 times for writing forged checks. In 1966 (some sources say 1967) the couple bought a 40 acre farm in Mooresville, Missouri. A lot of the Copeland neighbours did not like Ray, thinking he was a bitter elderly man who physically abused his family, though Faye and the children denied this.
Ray was unable to buy and sell cattle due to his criminal record and being known as a fraud so he would pick up drifters and hitchhikers and employ them to work as farmhands on his and Faye’s property. Ray would take his employees to the market, they would use his bad checks to buy cattle and then Ray would sell the cattle quickly. The farmhands would never been seen again after the transaction. This plan worked for a period of time before one of the scam victims, Gerald Perkins exposed the scheme. Ray was caught once again and sent to jail for two years for check forgery.
When Ray was released he continued on with this plan, but tweaked it a little bit, making sure his farmhands couldn’t be as easily connected to him. Again, this worked for a little while until a previous employee named Jack McCormick called the Crime Stoppers hotline on August 20, 1989.
Jack told them that Ray had tried to kill him and that he also had seen human bones on their farm while he was working for the Copelands. The police weren’t sure if they could believe Jack but because Ray had a lengthy criminal history they investigated further into this claim.
In October 1989 they searched the Copeland farm with a search warrant but did not find any incriminating evidence at first. After they searched further, however, they did come across the bodies of three young men found in a nearby barn. As they continued searching they found many more bodies, all had been killed with a .22 caliber Marlin rifle found in the Copeland home. They also found a quilt made out of clothes worn by the victims.
Ray had been caught killing his employees to gain money and in November 1990, Faye also went to trial with the jury convicting her of four counts of murder and one count of manslaughter. She was given four death sentences and life without parole for the manslaughter. They offered Faye a plea deal, telling her that if she showed them where more bodies were buried they would only charge her with conspiracy to commit murder, a lesser charge. Faye covered for her husband.
On March 7 1991, Ray Copeland went on trial and was convicted of 5 counts of murder and sentenced to death. When Ray heard that his wife Faye had also been sentenced to death he said, “Well, those things happen to some, you know.” He showed no emotion.
Ray and Faye Copeland were the oldest people to ever receive the death penalty, with Ray being 75 and Faye being 69 at the time of their sentencing. Both were sentenced to die by lethal injection.
Ray died of natural causes on October 19, 1993 at the age of 78. Faye’s attorneys appealed her conviction, saying that the jury had not been allowed to hear of evidence that Ray had abused her. On August 6, 1999 a judge overturned the death sentence, commuting her sentence to 5 consecutive life sentences without parole.
On August 10, 2002, Faye had a stroke which left her partially paralyzed and unable to speak. In September 2002, Governor Bob Holden gave permission for Faye to have a medical parole, that is she would not die in prison but rather be sent to a nursing home in Chillicothe, Missouri. Faye Copeland died of natural causes on December 23, 2003 at the age of 82.
All of the Copeland’s victims had been shot execution style and all of them had either been buried on the property or on another property where Ray used a barn. One victim, Dennis Murphy, was dumped in a well. Faye had kept track of all the victims, writing their names on a list and if they had murdered the man there would be an X written beside his name.
Here is a list of the known victims of the Copeland’s:
Paul Jason Cowart, aged 21 - killed on October 17, 1986
John Freeman, aged 27 - killed on November 19, 1986
Jimmie Dale Harvey, aged 27 - killed on October 25, 1988
Wayne Warner, unknown age - killed on December 8, 1988
Dennis Murphy, aged 27 - killed on May 1, 1989
Jack McCormick, aged 57 - attempted murder on August 20, 1989
The Copeland’s have been suspected in murdering 7 additional drifters.
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Tag Game! Tagged by one of my faves, the ever lovely @stealing-jasons-job
1. Why did you choose your url?
My username is so weird lol I get asked this all the time and I wish I had a better answer but I literally just love videos of those hairless cats taking baths. I also think the word nakey is really funny which pretty much tells you everything you need to know about me. I didn't plan on posting fic when I came up with this name and now I'm too attached to it to change it to something practical or more poetic.
2. Any side blogs?
None currently but there are some old ones lingering around...
Somewhere out in the universe is a hipster blog filled with poetry and short stories about boys who didn't like me back in high school but it is long lost and I have no idea what it is called. It is probably a repurposed to scam people into clicking RayBand Sunglasses links by now. There's also a really really old Dramione fic blog running around somewhere that I used when I wrote in the Harry Potter fandom.
No need to talk about my "fitness" blog that was basically thinly veiled orthorexia
3. How long have you been on tumblr?
I think since just before the height of the popularity so like 2010? I fell out of it with everyone else and was really pleasantly surprised to find that people are still hanging around here when I came back two years ago haha
4. Do you have a queue tag?
No. I'm highly impulsive and a terrible planner. If you see posts on here, I am here haha I don't have that kind of foresight.
5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?
Honestly I have no idea, I was having a tough time and wanted to write and the rest of this has just been a really happy accident.
6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?
It's real cute isn't it?! It's so hard to find aesthetic faceless pics with brown skin so I had to take the opportunity. It's just so vibey, isn't it?
7. Why did you choose your header?
Yellow is such a joyful color!
8. What’s your post with the most notes?
I'm not very tech savvy I have no clue how to figure this out? It's probably a moodboard of some kind! I'm not big on text posts haha
9. How many mutuals do you have?
I have literally no clue. But I have made sooooo many truly incredible friends on here. I'm infinitely grateful for all of them. Y'all have become such a genuine source of joy and support in my life, I truly cannot express how much you mean to me.
10. How many followers do you have?
982 and I suspect a significant percent of those are porn link accounts and spam because at least one of those follows me a day. Idk what the point of follower counts on here is, but I love all of you, even the Pornbots. This account is also super old so some of them might be dead blogs too.
11. How many people do you follow?
589
and none of you are pornbots and I love y'all even more.
12. Have you ever made a shit post?
I've made crackposts?
13. How often do you use tumblr a day?
I notoriously hate my phone and I have this app that lets you grow a tree if you don't use your screen. It's very cute, I grew 5 peach trees today. But long story short, it's not super often, maybe once a day. I try to check notifications every day though because I do absolutely love interacting with y'all.
14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?
Hahahah I wish I was bold enough to do this because I've been tempted to do it more times than I can count but conflict makes me squirm and also cry. I do get intensely annoyed when I see tone-deaf discourse about mixed race people though so I'll always go to bat for that one.
I did lose my shit one time and tagged something as "nakeycats has fucking snapped" which haunts me in my tags to this day and makes me laugh now.
15. How do you feel about the ‘you need to reblog’ posts?
I get it. I mean, I'm not one to tell people what to do and I don't always love the tone it takes on but the general sentiment of it isn't unfounded. There has been a general shift away from reblogging even though it's the only way content gets traction on this site. From a content creation standpoint it's disheartening to put work out there and know that nobody is seeing it. So much love and work goes into writing and it really does suck sometimes. That said, people are going to do what they're going to do, it's not going to stop me from putting work out there.
16. Do you like tag games?
I adore tag games! I love everything about them! Every time I get tagged in one it's like "me? really?" and then I consider us to be besties haha.
17. Do you like ask games?
I really like them and I used to love doing them when we did BWC! Some of the games get hard to keep track of now but this was such a good way to meet people and I'm grateful for it. That said, I LOVE ASKS. If you ever need to vent or rant or tell a joke or chat or practice your emoji usage HMU I'm always down.
18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?
Is Tumblr famous still a thing? I would probably just tag my friends in this since they're all famous to me and I'm convinced a lot of them will be famous one day for writing or creating in some way ( @stealing-jasons-job and @queenemori specific point to you in particular)
I will give a special shout-out to @burninghoneyatdusk because I was a massive fan of her writing and then we became mutuals and I was like "omg!! the author of this fic love! A star is following me back!" haha so that was a fun moment when I was first dipping my toes in the fandom and it did feel like someone famous followed me. Also she is rad and very humble considering how talented she is.
19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?
I can't even bring myself to have a crush on someone in real life.
Plenty of friend crushes though.
20. No-pressure tags:
@elora-lane . @natassakar . @ninappon . @burninghoneyatdusk . @obviesbellarke . @queenemori . @franklyineedcoffee . @carrieeve . @infp-with-all-the-feelings and anyone else who wants to do it
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Of course the song that pops up for you is Your Numbers Up by Ice Nine Kills. Well enjoy what I came up with for this Scream inspired song.
Heading downstairs you walk into the kitchen to grab some snacks. Looking over at the counter you see a note from your parents reminding you to be safe while they're out. Seeing that your mom left your neighbor's number as a just in case emergency call.
Sighing you open the fridge looking over everything. After a few seconds, you decided to just get the bag of chips from the cabinet above.
Right as you closed the fridge you jump when you hear your phone ring. Taking it out of your pocket you look at the number but don't recognize it. Hesitantly you answer the phone thinking it's probably one of those scam calls.
"Hello?"
"Hello there..." The voice on the other end didn't sound too off putting but they did sound a little suspicious.
"Who's this?" You place your phone between your shoulder and ear while you reach for the bag of chips.
"...soon you'll discover..."
Placing the bag on the counter you take your phone into your other hand before answering. "I'm sorry sir? But I think you have the wrong number."
"Wait just a minute, soon you'll be dying to hang on the line..."
Rolling your eyes and opening the bag of chips you sigh feeling a little annoyed. "Listen I don't have time for this."
"If you tell me your name, I'll tell you mine."
"My name? Why would you wanna know that?" Opening up the fridge again you remembered you had a water bottle saved in there.
"You picked up the phone when mom and dad left you alone..."
Dropping the water bottle after hearing that you tried to calm down before relizing the only other person who would know your parents were out besides you and your neighbor was Natemare.
Taking a deep breath in and out you smiled a little relieved. Of course, it was Mare. It's almost October, you should've known hed pull some dumb prank like this. "Alright Natemare you can quit it. I know it's you."
"Natemare? Who's that? Is that your silly little boyfriend?"
"Mare come on this isn't funny. "
"I'm not who you think I am...so why don't you just tell me your name?"
"Why are you asking me that. You obviously know it already."
"....i just wanna know who im looking at...arent you going to pick up that water bottle you dropped?"
"H-how did you-" Hearing a knock at your front door you quickly turn towards it checking if it's locked. "Who's there??"
"....dont you know not to ask those questions." The voice became harsh and a little more threatening.
Carefully making your way to the sink you grab one of the knives you washed earlier. "What....what do you want..."
"Have you not seen this movie?Freddy, Michael, Jason Vorhees...learn from those who came before me..."
Gripping the knife you double check that the back door is locked before you peak out of the living room window. "I'm hanging up the phone...."
"Wrong answer..."
Gritting your teeth you feel your heart beat pick up. "My mom and dad will be home soon....i won't be a pawn in this stupid game your doing...just...just leave me alone!"
Hanging up your phone. You quickly call Natemare. "Please pick up...please pick up."
"(Y/n)? What's up? How's having-"
"Natemare! Thank fuck you picked up listen, you. You didn't just call me on a random number did you??"
"Whoa whoa, first off no I didn't. Second off what is going on you sound you sound like you're in trouble."
"C-can you get over here? Please, I got a gross call from random number and I just....i don't feel safe.."
"Yeah, no of course ill be there. It'll take a bit since I was helping my brother with work but I'll be there as soon as I can. Call me if anything else happens alright?"
"Sure, I- I will... Thanks Mare..."
"Of course! See ya soon."
"Yeah... See you..." Ending the call you feel a little relieved again. That is until you hear the doorbell ring and a pounding at your back door.
Gripping the knife again you stand in the middle of your living room looking between both doors. Jumping at the sound of your phone ringing again,you see it's the same number as before. "What do you want?!"
"Hang up on me again and I'll gut you on your kitchen floor you got it?!....that being said....i kinda wanna know what your insides look like now..."
Your face grows pale at the stranger's words. "H-how are you this evil...who the fuck are you?! Answer me!"
"Acting tough...thats cute. Just remember our movie is nearly finished. Sadly for you there won't be a sequel."
Hearing one of the kitchen windows break you run upstairs only to glance back and see someone dressed in all black, their face is covered with a mask. Quickly running into your room you hide in the closet.
Leaning your back against the wall the fear isn't making you register that the blade of the knife it slicing your palm. Your phone vibrates with a text from Mare saying he's close by.
Closing your eyes tears start to fall as you start to feel a little hope again.
The door to the room opens, you're able to see the silhouette of the person walk around before it stops by your bed. "You know...when the cops find the phone...they're going to see calls going to be listed as unknown...its the end of the line for you...all there's left is a dial tone."
Noticing the figure moving, you look down at your hand seeing it bleed. Biting your lower lip you slowly remove your hand from the blade and carefully place it back on the handle. Your breathing stops for a second when you look down to see the figure standing on the other side of the door.
"You know...im only doing this because having a knife in you brings out the life in me...you'll be the last scene in a slashers dream..."
You scream as the person opens the closet but you quickly dodge the swing of his knife only getting away with a slash to your arm. Making your out of the room you run back towards the stairs. Without warning you accidentally trip near the bottom of the stairs and look up seeing the figure at the top. "Just let me go! Please!"
"Why should I? The scenes almost over....the credits are going to roll any second. Your fifteen seconds of fame are up." The figure jumps down standing above you as they kick the knife out of your hand. "Time to say goodbye..." Raising their knife they plunge into your shoulder as you grab their hands trying to pull them away from you.
Screaming out in pain you hear Natemare pounding at the front door. "(Y/N)!!!! (Y/N)!!!! What's going on?! Open the door!"
Gasping you gather the strength you have left and push off the masked person shoving them to the wall and successfully hitting their head against it. "Natemare! I can't....i can't get up. Help me!!!"
Looking at the person and back at your ankle you notice it's starting to bruise. You try to relax as you pull the knife out of your shoulder. "Fuck..."
Natemare does his best to break down the door but he stands there for a second trying to process what's in front of him.
"Mare! Don't just stand there! Help me before they wake up!"
Snapping out of it Mare quickly carries you outside and double-checks if you're any more injured than you look.
"I'm...im fine now...just...make sure they don't get away."
"Alright...I'll be back..." After he makes his way inside you lean your head against the wall as your vision goes dark.
For you it felt like seconds but when you wake up in a hospital bed and look around seeing Natemare by your side you knew it had been while.
"You're up! Thank God! How are you feeling?" He grabs your hand and looks down at you concerned.
"Thirsty...but okay..what happened after..."
"After I went inside?"
Nodding you gladly take the cup of water he offers.
"I was able to tie them up and keep them there while we waited for the cops...i don't know who it was...but I asked your parents if it would be alright for you to stay with me and brothers till everything settles down. We'll help you get whatever you need."
"I-thank you...coming in time...i don't really wanna think about what would've happened if you hadn't..."
"Don't say things like that. You're safe now okay? Things will be okay from now on. I got you (Y/n)."
#marioseamoose#ask box#natemare#battle ego#battle egos#battle boys#youtuber egos#ice nine kills#slasher#scream
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“I’m in, I’m all in” - Jason Todd x Single!Mom reader part 5/5
And here we are, the end of this series. I really enjoyed writing it haha. Well, obviously since this was supposed to be a ONE SHOT and turned into a...Five part series haha. Anyway, I really hope you like this last part, and thanks to y’all for all the reactions to this series, it was really motivating and encouraging <3.
FINISHED SERIES : PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4
NEWLY ADDED EPILOGUE : PART 1/3
My masterlist blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives
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A few weeks before Viggo’s kidnapping :
Jess’ can’t catch his breath, as they take his head out of the dirty rain water they were drowning him in. He coughs some filthy liquid, but just as he barely catches his breath they dip him in once more.
And again. And again. And again.
Each time, he almost drowns, but not completely. It’s pure torture.
“This’ll teach you to not pay your debt.”
He hears one of the thug who keeps plunging his head into the water say. And here we go again, face first into the shallow puddle.
How humiliating it is as well, to be drowned in that way, in a dirty puddle, behind an old warehouse...Oh ? This time, the thugs don’t hold his head under water as long as the others, and Jess is able to catch his breath faster.
His mind is racing as he begs :
“Wait wait wait !”
He didn’t actually want to do that but...This was his last chance of survival. His last chance to get out of the mess he put himself in. So what if others have to suffer because of him ?
Now sure, he never wanted to ever involve you in his life again, not after he left without a word, but right now..The situation was hopeless, without you.
And so, Jess heard himself say :
“Wait wait wait ! I-I have an old buddy of mine who recently got in contact with me ! He wanted some- cough - some information about my ex fiancee !”
The two thugs who were waterboarding him look at their boss, a sinister smirk on their faces. Said boss, Antonio Falcone of the Falcone family, arguably the most powerful mafia in Gotham (if it wasn’t for those damn Maronis), shakes his head, exasperated at the poor attempt of this guy to save his life.
He owed them hundred of thousands of dollars, and couldn’t pay them. If it was just a couple thousands, they would have broken his legs and made him do odd jobs for them to make it up to them once he healed...But that Jess ?
He owed them more than most of the people that borrowed money from them REUNITED ! It was outrageous. And somehow, that sleazy motherfucker always got away with getting more and more money, while never paying it back.
But it had been going on for long enough.
Antonio wouldn’t let that go. Couldn’t. Especially not since he was in a good line to get up in ranks. At least, according to his uncle, Carmine Falcone, the Don of the family !
Having a guy owing them that much money in his district was bad publicity. He couldn’t let that go. He gestured for his thugs to waterboard him some more before finally ending it, but that annoying little man kept on going :
“He’s a paparazzo you see ? He takes picture of...Well you know what paparazzi are ! Well he took picture of that woman, who was hanging out with the Waynes, you see ?”
The Waynes ? As in “Bruce Wayne” ? Richest family in Gotham ? Antonio Falcone stopped the thugs from drowning that poor excuse of a man and said :
“What about them ?”
“Well my buddy wanted to know if- cough- if the woman was her. My ex. My ex fiancee. And it was, it was ! He had pictures of her kissing one of the eldest Wayne boys, that Jason guy, the one whom everyone thought died ! And she has a son ! I mean...”
A light came on in Jess’ minds. Yes. Of course. Why didn’t he think of that before ? Yes. They would be his salvation !
“Yeah ! It was her ! And my son ! And they were close to the Waynes ! I have pictures, I can prove it to you ! I’m sure we can...I’m sure we can come up with some sort of a plan so I can get your money, and even more, thanks to them ! I have hundreds of pictures taken of them being the entire day together, and clearly being close ! We know Bruce Wayne already paid ransom before, even if Batman had to get into it and ruined things but...I’m sure we can be smarter ! I’m sure we can have a plan ! A man like you, mister Falcone, surely is smart enough to get away with it ! As long as nobody gets hurt and we plan things smoothly, it should be fine, right ? We-I mean you, could go away from this much richer than you were before !”
Jess surely had a good self-preservation instinct, as he instantly switched to flattery and...Well, it always worked very well on “Mister Falcone”.
Antonio Falcone looked upon that miserable man with disdain, but with also some kind of new found respect. A man willing to sell his own kid to save his life ? Well, it was someone he could relate to haha. After all, he didn’t hesitate to kill his own father to climb up in ranks...
And Jess said his ex-fiancee and his son were hanging out with the Waynes huh ? Well. Well well well.
As much as he disliked that that asshole would get away with owing them that much money once again, Antonio had to admit that they needed Jess to come up with a plan that would keep everything “bat free” and smooth...
Oh, this could actually turn an embarrassing situation into a way of shining in front of the boss !
************
A few hours before Red Hood tries to save Viggo :
And this is how a plan came to life. A nasty plan, made by cowards. A plan to steal a child from his family, just so they could have money.
But for what it was worth, Viggo was never supposed to be hurt. Plus the Waynes ? What would a couple of millions do to their bank accounts ? They were all filthy rich !
Jess tried to rationalize his bad decisions after bad decisions, tried to shift the blame on others, as he always did. Besides in the end, he was still alive. And that’s really all that mattered to him right now. So what if they bribed a couple of judges and lawyer, and go the kid’s custody thanks to that ?
Only there was a little problem in their perfectly laid out plan...That goddamn child being way too curious and hearing things he shouldn’t have !
“COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BRAT !!”
Never before Viggo had been that afraid, as he heard “his father”’s steps grow closer and closer. He rushed as fast as he could down the stairs, almost falling over and breaking his neck. He jumped over the last two steps, and ran to the bathroom he saw when he first came in the house.
He snatched the home phone on his way. He figured that trying to escape through the front door was stupid, as he saw Jess closing it earlier. Plus where was he gonna run to anyway ? In Gotham’s street ? At this hour, no one would take notice of him and Jess would catch up too fast...
But barricading himself in the bathroom with the phone ? He had a chance to warn someone ! To say what was happening, and get some help !
Jess was right on his heels as Viggo closed the bathroom door.
“Open up right now, Viggo ! This isn’t what you think !”
Jess said, banging loudly on the door. Viggo scoffed and answered :
“Oh yeah ? Well what is it then ?!”
Silence. Two more bangs, grunts and bad words, and then...total silence.
Viggo didn’t wait for an answer or anything, as he typed his mom’s number on the home phone. He also figured that there was no point in calling 911.
First, in Gotham, they were always very slow. And second, what was gonna happen once they arrived ? Jess would tell them about winning custody not long ago, about being his dad, and the cops wouldn’t believe anything he would say. Because custody battles ? They were always pretty nasty so...
If anything could be said about Viggo (Y/L/N), it was that he wasn’t stupid.
Jess was quiet outside of the room, which was pretty worrying. He gave up way too fast trying to open the door...But Viggo’s mind, no matter how smart that little boy was, wasn’t thinking about that right now.
No, instead, he was praying for you to just pick up and quick ! Tears were slowly gathering in his eyes, as he was slowly realizing that he might be in really big troubles, and he just wanted to see you...
Your phone rung a few times before it went to your voice mail. Viggo’s heart stopped. No. No already ?!
It was late, you were at work. You didn’t answer your phone when at work. At least not when it was an unknown number. If it was your best friend, or whoever babysat your son, you’d answer immediately, but a random number you never saw before, such as Jess’ home phone ? Nope...
Especially when working at the bar, like tonight. You might have not even heard your phone ringing !
He left a message, hurriedly talking about what he heard Jess say on the phone, talking about the Falcone and all. And then hung up. He tried to call a few times, but he knew there was not much hope...
Now, Viggo really wanted to cry. He felt so helpless, and it had been such a tough day ! Making his luggage to follow a dad he never even met before, only to realize that this was all a scam of some sort...
It was a lot, for a little eight years old boy !
But that said little eight year old wasn’t one to give up easily, and so he started to call the next person he first thought of.
Jason.
He knew Jason’s number by heart, and typed it on the phone, sure that the man would rush to his aid no matter what he said ! There was NO WAY Jason wouldn’t come to help. Even if he wasn’t with his mom anymore, Viggo was convinced that he’d rush to his aid anyway !
And if Jason didn’t pick up, cause it was late ? He could always call the Manor ! Or Bruce ! The man gave him his number last time, when they ate ice cream and all, before his mom came back. He said : “call whenever you want, whenever you need” ! Yes, Yes Viggo would just...
A loud bang, a gunshot, made him jump in the air, scared and...What ?
The door handle fell on the floor, fuming slowly. Smoke filled the small bathroom quickly, as the door opened on two large men holding guns and...
“Are you kidding us, Jess ? Really ?”
“What ? The little fucker is fast ok ? I couldn’t grab him before he locked himself in there. I tried to bust the door open but I couldn’t.”
The two men shook their head, exasperated. One grabs Viggo, but the little one wasn't ready to get caught without a fight. He kicked him as hard as he could in-between his legs. The man let him go, and fell to his knees, holding his crotch and whining something along the line of “motherfucker”.
Viggo tried to escape again, and he almost succeeded as Jess was just staring at him dumbly but...The second stranger grabbed him. He laughed and said :
“Haha that kid has more courage than you’ll ever have Jess ! And he’s definitely smarter than you. Are you sure he’s yours ?”
Jess just glared back but didn’t say anything. Now the man was pointing at the phone that escaped Viggo’s hand when he got surprised, understanding that the kid tried to call someone.
“Did you manage to get anyone on the line ?”
He asked, as he roughly lifted Viggo by his shirt. Your boy tried to struggle more, but the man was too strong and with his free hand stopped him from squirming. Keeping a face full of pride, and trying to look very unimpressed, Viggo said :
“Yeah I did. And they’ll be here to kick your ass very soon !”
Of course, that was a lie. But they didn't know that, did they ?
The man took the phone from the floor and lifted it to his ear. The answering machine from Wayne Manor was just ending on a “Wayne are not here, please leave a message if you must”. The man hung up, whistled, and said :
“Ah, well damn, he’s really related to the Waynes too somehow ! Damn Jess, who would’ve thought you’d be the one leading us to a treasure like that huh ?”
“I told you didn’t I ? There literally were hundreds of pictures of her kissing that Jason Todd guy, and of my boy here playing with the two youngest Waynes !”
“I’m not your boy !”
Viggo yelled, angry, twisting his head to look at Jess, daggers shooting out of his eyes while still being stuck in that man’s arms. Said man laughed again and said :
“Well kid, if it’s any consolation, you’re definitely nothing like that coward. You, have got spirit. He, sold you to save his own life haha. How’d that make you feel ?”
Why ? Why was that man twisting the knife further into Viggo’s heart ? The little boy already understood that his own father was doing something very fishy, but knowing that he was selling him to those guys ? That was...well, actually, that didn’t feel as bad as Viggo thought it would.
It was in fact some sort of relief ? To know that that Jess was nothing of a father ! To know that he didn’t actually want to be part of his life, and that he didn’t have to forget...Oh, but THAT did hurt. The pang in his chest as he realized he wished Jason was there, that HE was the dad he always wanted.
But hey, maybe that it was clear that Jess was an asshole, Jason would come back, realizing that he still had his place in the picture ?
It was funny, that Viggo’s mind wandered to the one he wanted so bad to be his dad, as he was carried away by two scary strangers, and thrown in a car.
“So what am I doing now ?”
Jess asked, and one of the thug turned to him and said :
“You call her tomorrow and then...Nothing. If this all deal goes well you’ll never hear from us again. If it goes sideways however...”
Leaving the threats flying in the air, he climbed into the front seat with a dangerous smirk, and Jess gulped. The other man, the one whose balls’ Viggo kicked, rubbed his crotch a bit and was about to climb in the car too, in front of the wheel, when Jess stopped him :
“Hey, you’re not gonna hurt the kid right ?”
“Why, you got attached to him or something ?”
“No, I never wanted kids. But he...He didn't do anything ok ?”
“No he didn’t, and yet he’s paying for his father’s sins. How unfair life is right ?”
“But you’re not gonna hurt him right ? It’s not part of the plan.”
“Him kicking me in the nuts wasn’t part of the plan either. And him knowing our plan, wasn’t part of the plan. Oh, and us being here that early to pick the kid up ? Definitely not part of the plan. All that because you couldn’t find a quiet place to call Antonio. You fucking idiot. So now, who knows what will happen right ?”
There’s a silence, and Jess suddenly feels sick. Sure, so far he didn’t really think of anything else but saving his own skin, and he worked so hard to try and get close to you again...but then you destroyed all his attempts and they had to retort to going to court and now...Now slowly, Jess realized what he had done.
But it was too late now. Anyway, was it really that big of a secret, that he was a piece of shit ? After all, he left his pregnant fiancee fending on her own just because he couldn’t face her and say it was too much for him ! Still, one last time Jess says :
“Nothing will go according to plan, if you hurt the kid.”
The man doesn’t answer, as he just smiles and climb into the front seat. And slowly, they drive away. Jess’ eyes caught Viggo’s terrified gaze as he was taken away, and a sudden pang of regret took over his heart...
Up until he realized that he still was able to feel his heart beating thanks to that kid. And to his ex, you, who happened to be linked to the Waynes. Plus, that guy was just trying to scare him, of course they weren’t going to hurt the kid ! They needed him in one piece, if they wanted the money !
And with a sigh, Jess went back into his house. He just had to wait until the next day to call you and say they had your son and all that, and this all nightmare would finally be over. FiNALLY.
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The present :
Jason’s heart drops. His blood freeze. His mind goes blank.
Viggo wasn’t breathing. And his skin was so cold.
No. No no no no no. Please god no. Everything but this.
Not Viggo. Not his precious little boy. No…
But no matter what Jason was doing, his CPR didn’t seem to work. And the kid was growing colder and colder.
“No ! No ! Come on Viggo ! Come on boy, please ! Please don’t leave me !”
The boy was unresponding. His lips were blue.
“Don’t go please don’t go ! You can’t go ! You can’t leave your mom ! You can’t leave me ! Please, please !”
But Viggo wasn’t breathing. Wasn’t moving. And his skin was know frighteningly cold. His eyes weren’t opening…and he wasn’t breathing.
“Come on, come on breathe. Breathe…Come on, son, BREATHE !!”
A minute went by, and Jason knew the situation was dire. How many more minutes until the boy would have permanent brain damage ? And...What if he didn’t wake up ?
No. No no no. This wasn’t possible. Viggo couldn’t die ! His little boy couldn’t die !!
Jason, tears in his eyes, kept on giving him CPR, with the desperation of a man who would do anything to save his child.
“Come on, come one Viggo, come back to me ! Come on, you’re a fighter right ! Come on, come back ! Please ! Please son, come back !”
Another minute went by. And Viggo was still not breathing, growing colder and colder and...
Three little coughs.
Jason’s breath caught.
************
A few hours before Jason tries to desperately revive Viggo :
Coming home to an empty house was odd. This was the first time you were alone in your apartment, without Viggo welcoming you back cheerfully (the little fucker never listened to his babysitter about his “bed time”, and would always wake up to come and jump in your arms). The first time in eight years.
You didn’t like it. You didn’t like it at all.
You felt as tears came back to your eyes, at how unfair this all situation was.
You knew that this trial to get Viggo’s custody was bogus. That somehow, Jess had rigged it. You had no idea why, but you knew there was no way any sane judge would give custody of a child to a father who wasn’t there for the first eight years of his life.
Even more so since everything went so fast, every paperworks was signed in a matter of a few days ! And they took him away from you and...
The tears spilled over. This was starting to be too much. And you caught yourself wishing Jason was here...You knew that he would know exactly what to do, in that situation. You knew he would never let it happened in the first place !
But Jason wasn’t here. Jason broke up with you. Because it was “too much” for him and...Yup, you were definitely crying again.
It was fine though, this time, Viggo wasn’t there to witness it...The thought of your son not being peacefully asleep in his bedroom made you cry even more.
You went to his room, and laid in his empty bed. Holding his pillow tight in your arms, you cried and cried, smelling his odor as it was already starting to disappear...When would you be able to see Viggo again ?
Jess didn’t seem to want you to see him much. Actually, you were pretty sure he was planning on making you regret those weeks of him trying to come back into your life, and you pushing him away.
And so you cried. Without anyone to comfort you, not even your little precious son...That’s when your phone rung.
Uh ? A text. You just received a text. You quickly looked at it and “a new voice message is waiting on your voice mail”. Oh right. Probably from that unknown number that called a few times before, when you were at work.
You never answered those calls, especially not at work, but messages ? Sure, you listened to them. You never know, some could be good news.
“Mom !”
Your heart skipped a beat. That was Viggo’s voice ! And he seemed scared ! You had no idea how you knew, but you could feel how your son felt even through the phone !
“Mom ! Jess didn’t want me still mom ! He’s with them Falcone people ! The ones in the paper ! And I don’t know why but he wants to take me to them and he wants to call you after mom ! Mom come please !”
This send a rush of adrenaline to your brain, and you jumped on your feet, grabbing your bag before running out of your apartment.
You didn’t go far though, realizing you had no idea where Jess lived. Motherfucker didn’t even give you an address. For “his own safety” they dared to tell you...But you had his number !
Without thinking twice, you called him. It rung three time before he picked up :
“Hello ?”
“What the fuck is happening Jess ?!”
“Ah, (Y/N). Well, hello to you too. I’m doing great, what about you ? Why are you calling so late anyway ?”
Of course he recognized you instantly. Just like you recognized his unpleasant sniveling little voice ! How did you even date that guy again ?! You barked :
“What do you mean ? I just received a panicked message from Viggo telling me some pretty concerning things ?! What is happening ? Where are you ? I’m coming over.”
“Calm down please (Y/N). I’ll have you know all our conversations are recorded, in case I need further evidence for the court that you’re unfit to be a mothe...”
“Shut the fuck up and answer me.”
“Answer you what ? Nothing is happening ok ? Viggo missed you and called you, if he sounds a little distressed it’s no big deal. He’s just a kid who misses his mom alright ?”
Oh. It was clear Jess had actually no idea what your son could have possibly said to you in his message, or he wouldn’t be so chilled about it all. You continue :
“You say those conversations are recorded right ?”
“Yup.”
You wished he was right in front of you right now, so you could bash his stupid face in. You hated the way he just said “yup”, so proud and satisfied of himself. So you delivered your fatal blow quickly :
“Oh ? And what would they think when I’ll tell them Viggo said you had something to do with the Falcones ?”
There’s a silence at the other end of the line, and you’re pretty sure you heard his breath catch as you said your last words. Finally, he says :
“Ok well, I guess I won’t play more games then.”
************
The present :
Three little coughs.
Jason’s breath caught...to finally let a long relieved sigh when Viggo started to vomit some water, and breathe again.
“Yes, yes that’s good my boy, that’s good, let it all out. Let it all out...”
Jason said, helping Viggo to sit up, patting his back soothingly as the little boy coughed the rest of the water that were stuck in his lungs.
Jason never felt so relieved. So light. So...He was going to be ok. The boy was going to be ok. Right ? He turned his face to him, and was suddenly worried again as Viggo’s eyes seem to have trouble focusing on his face.
And the kid was still so cold.
Without thinking about it twice, Jason took his jacket off, thanking his father for creating all their costumes waterproofed ! Even though Jason jumped into the freezing water too, his clothes were still dry and he therefor wasn’t as cold as the poor kid.
Jason wrapped Viggo’s small body in his heavy leather jacket. He helped him put his legs where the arms were suppose to go, so as to create some kind of pants for him, and wrapped his upper body with the rest of his jacket.
Jason was a tall man, and Viggo ? A rather short eight year old. The Red Hood’s jacket fitted around him perfectly, big enough to wrap all around him.
The boy took a few deep breath, but was still not speaking. And his teeth were clacking against each others...
Jason took him in his arms, and held him close, rubbing his back and legs in an attempt to warm him.
“Come on Viggo, you’re ok son, you’re ok. Right ? You’re ok. You’re breathing. You just need to warm up, you’ll be fine. Right ? You’re ok, you’re ok.”
Jason heard himself chant, more trying to convince himself than anything else. And Viggo was still not talking...but his teeth and shaking were slowly disappearing.
Until finally, he calmed down and snuck closer to Jason, snuggling his little face in the man’s warm chest.
“Viggo ? Are you ok ?”
“The Jason...”
Fuck. He recognized him. Well, duh, of course he did, Jason had to take his helmet off to give him CPR, and didn’t put it back on. Obviously he was going to recognize him ! Well. Too fucking bad. It was too late now to do anything about it anyway.
So what if he knew his secret identity ? Jason trusted that kid enough to know he’ll never tell anyone else. Viggo pulled away from Jason slightly, and, still wrap tightly in the leather jacket, he managed to free an arm and reached up to lay a small cold hand on the man’s tears riddled cheek.
“This explains a lot.”
For a second, Jason lost himself to the touch of his little boy. Yes. “His”. He didn’t even want to hide how he felt about that kid anymore. In his heart, Viggo had been his son for a long time. And finally being able to be near him again made Jason feel lightheaded.
He had dreamt for so long, to be able to talk, play with and hug that little one. Just like when he was still dating you. Putting him in bed, and telling him bedtime stories, as you looked upon the both of them fondly.
Jason had craved, without even realizing it, to see that kid again. And so here, as he laid his small hand on his cheek, wiping away his tears...Jason couldn’t help but feel a little helpless. A little overwhelmed.
He was suppose to be the one reassuring the kid right now, after that traumatic experience. And yet, here was Viggo, wrapped like a little bundle of hay in his leather jacket, comforting him by his mere touch.
For a few seconds, his words didn’t register quite well in Jason’s head until...What ? Uh ? What does “this” explain ? But before Jason could ask, Viggo continues :
“That’s why you left right ? Because you’re Red Hood. You didn’t want us to get involved in all that right ?”
Viggo said, showing the three unconscious men around him. And there’s hope in his eyes, and for a moment, Jason thinks about breaking that kid’s heart forever...but he can’t.
He was planing on just saving him and then bringing him home to his mom, but stay cold and distant with him. Stay away. Make him hate him. Not leaving any hope that Jason cared...But here he was, crying his eyes out as he cradled that small boy in his arms, paternal instinct seeping out of his every pore.
And so he couldn’t. He couldn’t stay away from that boy, he knew now. Just like he knew since the beginning that he couldn’t stay away from you forever.
Seeing this hopeful little boy. He just can’t break Viggo’s heart, not after what just happened to him. And damn, why did that kid had to be so insightful and smart ? So observant, too ? Suddenly, he was reminded of all the time you told him that sometimes, having an intelligent kid wasn’t that great.
Because Viggo always seemed to understand what he wasn’t suppose to understand. Always seem to know when things were up, and figured things out way too fast (for real, the easter egg chase wasn’t even fun as he quickly figured out wherever the “easter Bunny” could have put eggs...).
And so Jason looks at Viggo, and he can’t. He just can’t. He can't decide to leave for good. Even more so because even as he thought he was safe if he left his life, he got hurt tonight and...
“You know, we’d be safer if you were with us right ? See, you left us and for the first time in my life I almost died. You should stick around...”
Jason couldn’t do that to him. He couldn’t do that to that cute little one...He couldn’t resolve himself to definitely break his heart and shove him out of his life. Because he loved that kid. To death. And when he got hurt he got so angry, so sick with worries, so helpless, so...so...
Jason couldn’t do that to him. But he also couldn’t do that to himself. He couldn’t stay away like that. He couldn't...Maybe it was selfish, but he didn’t want to not be part of your life, of Viggo’s life. He...He wanted to...he...
Viggo, thoughtfully, was still wiping away Jason’s tears. Not missing one. Focused on his task, as he continued :
”If we’re with you, you can protect us. It’s easier. Cause you’re already there. And you’re Red Hood. So you will always protect us. I’m guessing your family are the rest of the people ? Batman and all ? If we stick around with you, and with them, we’ll be safe for sure. Right ? So you should really come back. And stay with us. Stay with me.”
Jason’s breath caught, and he felt tears welling up in his eyes again. But this time, they were happy ones. Because here, in front of that brave, smart little boy, he never felt so joyful before in his life.
Here, as he finally decided what the actual right thing to do was.
“Smart cookie...”
He says, and then he grabs Viggo by the shoulder before hugging him tight against his heart. Not letting go. Not ever planing on letting go again.
“Don’t leave me alone again, Jason...”
“I won’t, I promise.”
Viggo wraps his little arms around Jason’s neck, and hold him with all his force. Hugging him like he never hugged anyone before, refusing to let go.
Jason doesn’t mind, of course. On the contrary. He gives the embrace back, and stands up, holding the kid against him. Viggo clings to him for dear life, and Jason has absolutely no intention of letting go.
Not this time.
Not ever.
“I’ll never leave you alone again.”
This time, Viggo knows that Jason won’t ever go back on his words. Because there’s so much strength, so much certainty in his few words...Yes. Viggo knows. He knows he finally found what he had been looking for for so long.
And so the little boy lays his head against Jason, and says, right before falling asleep after all those emotions he went through :
“Thank you, dad.”
************
An hour before Red hood saves Viggo :
Jess owed money to the Falcone family. And they took your kid in hope to ask for a ransom to Bruce Wayne.
When you explained you weren't with Jason anymore, Jess panicked and got angry...But then he remembered that Bruce Wayne had paid for the release of total strangers before. Of people he didn’t even know, helping out just because he could. So paying for his son’s ex girlfriend ? He’ll do it.
You tried to tell him this was a ridiculous plan, and to give Viggo back to you before anything could happen but...that’s when he shattered your heart as he explained that your son was already in the Falcones’ hands.
Your mind went blank. You’re pretty sure you insulted and threatened him some more, until you realized there was no point in doing so, right now, you unfortunately had to work with him.
You obviously agreed to not call the police. Not that they’d help much anyway. Plus them knowing would most likely involve the “Bats”, and neither you nor Jess wanted that.
Because no matter how much you admired those night vigilante, and how much you were sure they were needed in Gotham, you were too worried for your son’s safety to want them involved !
And so the obvious next step was...To go to Wayne Manor, and beg for their help. Deep down, you were pretty sure you wouldn’t have to beg that much anyway, knowing how Bruce had been a few days before, when Viggo skipped school to bring back his birthday present to the Manor.
They had ice cream. They played together. They talked. They...They bonded. You knew Bruce really liked Viggo. And really liked you. You knew he would help. But it’s still very nervous that you drove to there.
************
A few minutes before Red Hood saves Viggo :
It was rather late, when you arrived at the Manor and rung the bell. To your surprise, Alfred didn’t answer the door. Bruce did (it was rather late at night, and Gotham had been quiet. He came home early that day, taking advantage of the quietness to take care of Wayne Inc business).
“Wait wait, (Y/N) calm down, calm down. I don’t understand anything you say. Please breathe, and start over.”
He listened to you, a serious face on. Asking you questions sometimes, to have more details. He listened to your entire story, and he felt his blood boil.
That Jess...How dare he ?! Bruce felt an intense urge to hurt him. To make him regret, to make him suffer, for what he did to you and Viggo. It kind of surprised him, to realize how strongly he felt about this entire issue.
It made him realize, in that moment, that you and your son were already holding a special place in his heart. That all he was waiting for up until now, was for his son to wake up and get back together with you !
It made him realize, as some of his worst side surface, thinking of all the ways he could make Jess suffer, that you two were already family to him. And the would do anything to protect you. So when he listened to you, hearing that Jess gave Viggo to the Falcones’ to pay off his debt, int he hope that your tie to the Wayne family would be enough...His blood boiled.
He, of course, did not hesitate one second to accompany you to the address Jess gave you, “taking his checkbook” with him...Though he had no intention of letting that sleazy ball off the hook that easily.
************
The present :
It was infuriating, to see Jess smile as he opened the door to see you and Bruce Wayne himself.
The little shit was so sure he’d won...it drove you crazy, that he actually did. Because you were here, with Bruce Wayne himself. So of course he won. Bruce was going to give him money to get Viggo back, and Jess would get away with it (again).
The man was actually pretty proud of himself. He handled the situation perfectly, he thought. He came a long way, since having his head shoved in a puddle of water huh ?
Ugh. But he was so obviously proud of himself, it made you furious. And if you weren’t so worried about your son’s safety, you would have already punched him and told Bruce it was time to go.
However, Viggo’s life was on the line. You could feel your son being in genuine danger. And so you did not do anything when he said :
“Please, come on in.”
You followed him in the living room, noticing that your boy’s luggage hadn’t even been unpacked...Your poor baby must have been so scared. Must still be so scared right now, surrounded with strangers !
You hoped to everything you held holly that he was ok. That you’d be able to take him in your arms soon. That things would go back to normal.
And your heart bled at the mere thought of your son all alone, with strangers, and scared. You wanted to hold him against you, you wanted to-wanted to...Bruce’s gaze was fixed on you, and his jaw visibly clenched as he saw tears starting to well up in your eyes.
It was fairly easy to know what was running through your brain right now. He had been in somewhat similar situations than yours before, with his own children. Each and everyone of them had been in danger at some point, and everything had relied on his shoulder to save them.
More than once, he failed to...Jason suffered the consequences of him not being fast enough...The anger this entire situation provoked in Bruce came rushing back, and he turned to Jess, glaring at him.
All of a sudden, the man lost his color, as the famous Bruce Wayne gave him a threatening look. Yo. What was up with that guy ? He always seemed so charming on Tv ? Now sure the situation wasn’t really one to be happy about, of course, but everything would go well if Bruce signed that check. Like chill, it was fine, the situation was handled perfectly well !
You were about to say something, but Bruce didn’t let you. Because there, right now, faced with Jess’ infuriating satisfied smile, Bruce took a decision. And so he says :
“(Y/N) wait for me outside. This is a business transaction between Mister...I do not know your last name. Mister Jess here, and I.”
You look at him, surprise, and starts to say a “But-” but he cuts you off instantly :
“I insist, please.”
You don’t know what made you listen to him, but you can’t find the energy inside you not to. Usually, you would have argued. Say that there was no way, and that you were gonna stay. But...
Bruce had a tone of voice that was hard to resist to.
Plus, you realized that you were completely and utterly trusting him, and if he said you should wait outside, there must be a reason. So without arguing further, you gave him a knowing look and exited the house, going back to the car.
Bruce turns to Jess, and smiles. A dangerous, scary smile. A “Batman” smile. Jess takes an unsure step back, and says :
“So um...are you writing that check or what ? The soonest we’re done with it, the soonest we can get Viggo back.”
That was the straw that broke the camel. The moment Jess should have shut up. Too bad for him now. In a swift move, not letting Jess the time to even know what was happening, Bruce caught him by the collar of his shirt and brought him up to his face.
Bruce was much taller than Jess, and quickly, Jess’ feet left the ground.
“Oh what the fuck man ? What are you-”
“How dare you ? Your own son ?! How dare you use him like that ?!”
“Put me down man ok ? I’m sorry but I didn’t have a choice, I-”
Bruce did not want to hear it. He knew what was going to happen, if he let go. Jess was going to find himself excuses. He was going to justify his disgusting actions. And he was going to stall, and not tell him where Viggo truly was.
And Bruce didn’t want to hear any of it. He was about to cut to the chase. No beating around the bush on that one. “Beating”, what an interesting word...
Bruce threw Jess against his fridge, and the man fell on his ass, the wind knocked out of his lungs. Maybe a few cracked ribs. Definitely lots of bruises.
But Bruce wasn’t finished yet, oh no. He took hold of the man’s collar again, and dragged him to the kitchen’s table, where he smashed his back on said table and head butted him. Hard. Pretty sure he broke his nose.
Jess yelled in pain and fear, and tried to squirm his way out of Bruce’s grasp, but he clearly had no idea who he was facing.
“Where is Viggo ?”
Bruce asked, holding Jess against the table with even more force.
“I don’t know ok ! They took him and I-”
Bruce rolled his eyes and straightened Jess back up, before punching him in the face. Not using his full force, of course. After all, he needed the man conscious for his interrogation...
“Enough bullshit, where is he ?”
“I don’t-”
“Tell me you don’t know one more time, lie to me one more time, and I’ll break your knee cap.”
Bruce says, setting Jess on the floor in front of him and taking hold of one of his leg. Bruce laid a foot on Jess’ chest, making sure the man couldn’t move, and slowly twisted his knee.
“Outch outch outch please, please stop !”
“Tell me where the boy is.”
“Stop ! Please stop !”
But Bruce had no intention to stop. He was sure (gut feelings) that Jess knew where Viggo was, and he wasn’t about to let that asshole get away with all this.
Punching him felt incredibly satisfying. And right now ? Crushing his ribs cage under his foot so he wouldn’t move, and slowly twisting his leg as to give him as much pain as possible ? Well, Bruce didn’t know he could feel such pleasure hurting others.
But when someone touched his family, he tended to lose control...
“Alright fine fine !! Ok ok stop ! I know where he is ! I know where he is ! I’ll tell you everything ok ? I’ll tell you everything !”
But Bruce doesn’t quite let go of the leg yet, instead, he raises an eyebrow and says :
“Start talking.”
And Jess indeed started to talk. He gave all the informations Bruce needed, and there, laid on the floor of his kitchen, looking miserable and pitiable, face bloodied and bruised...Bruce couldn’t help himself.
As soon as he got the informations, he made a quick snapping motion and broke Jess’ leg. And he would have done more, if it wasn’t for you waiting, impatiently in his car.
He was worried that you’d worry too much. He wanted this to be over quick, but he also wanted to give Jess something to think about.
Jess’ scream resonated inside the house, and he grabbed at his limped leg screaming :
“WHAT THE FUCK YOU FUCKING PSYCHO !!??”
But Bruce only looked at him with hatred in his eyes, scoffing once more and saying :
“I’m the psycho ? Maybe. But I never sold my own children to the mafia. I never ran away from taking care of my kids once. Sure I have many flaws, I might have liked a bit too much snapping your leg like a twig, but at least I’m not a piece of shit like you who doesn’t even care in the least about his own son.”
Ah. So that was it. More than Jess attacking his family, it was the fact that he dared to give away his son that easily, that infuriated Bruce. Now he realized it. And of course, to Bruce, his children were everything.
So seeing a man as despicable as Jess, never even wanting to meet his son up until he owed money, and used him...It drove him mad.
“What does it matter to you anyway ? I never even wanted kids ! She forced it on me you know !”
Jess whined, and he immediately realized once again, he should have shut up. Because now Bruce, who was about to leave, was kneeling down next to him and grabbing him by the collar again :
“She forced it on you ? Please, tell me the story. I heard her side, I’m sure you have a lot to say about yours.”
Never in his life would Jess have think that the charming and smiling Bruce Wayne he saw on TV could be that scary, but there he was, staring at him with dead eyes and talking in that creepy voice...
“I mean I...She didn’t quite force it it’s just...Ok maybe when she got pregnant I said we should keep it, and maybe I acted like I was excited but it’s because of the...pressure, you know ? Of the...um...I...”
“Say you’re sorry.”
“You just broke my leg and you want me to-outch outch outch SORRY !”
Bruce was pushing down on Jess’ broken legs, pressing exactly where the bones broke, and got what he wanted out of him. With a last look full of disgust, Bruce stood back up and started to leave, saying :
“You don’t deserve to have a child like Viggo. Or a girl like (Y/N) in your life. I suggest you never enter in contact with them again, or I’ll come back. Better yet, my son, Jason, who’s dating (Y/N) ? He’ll come back. And believe me when I say he’s much less patient than I am.”
Bruce was about to leave but Jess desperately threw himself in his legs and grabbed at the bottom of his pants. Whining, in pain, he managed to say :
“Wait man, you can’t-You can’t just leave like that ! If they know I told you anything, they’re going to kill me ! You hear, kill me !”
Bruce looked down upon Jess with great disdain, and scoffed.
“And how is that my problem ?”
He said, before leaving the room.
Now, of course, his “no killing” rule applied to “not letting someone kill another person”. If he could avoid any death, Bruce would do it, and most likely, he’ll set up a surveillance of some sort to make sure Jess wouldn’t get killed.
Well, to be honest, Bruce was actually planing on getting Jess behind bars. It would be somewhat easier to make sure he wouldn’t die that way, plus he deserved to spend the rest of his life in prison. He was pretty sure that the charge of kidnapping, and in a way attempted murder would be enough to let him rot in prison for a long time. Plus if he had ties with the Falcones...
Yes. Bruce obviously wouldn’t let Jess die, no matter how scummy he was. But hey, Jess himself didn’t know that, did he ? He had no idea that Bruce Wayne was the famous Batman.
And you know what ? It was utterly satisfying, to see a bloodied Jess weeping on his floor, scared to death, so sure he was going to die...Very satisfying indeed.
************
When Bruce came back in the car, the first thing you noticed was his bruised knuckles. But you didn’t say anything.
You listened to him filling you in, listening to him saying that they were holding your son in an old warehouse and that was the rendezvous point, and didn’t mention the bloodied hands.
You could only imagine Jess’ state, by the look of Bruce’s damaged knuckles. And so you just smiled lowly, knowing that at least for this once, justice was somewhat served...
************
Bruce goes in the warehouse alone, leaving you in the car. He convinced you that it was better if he went alone, as they would expect him anyway more than you...But the truth was, he didn’t want to put your life in danger.
He wasn’t about to come in from the front door, if Falcone’s guys were involved, they were most certainly armed and dangerous. He couldn’t risk an entrance obvious like that, Viggo’s life could be in jeopardy.
Bruce noticed a window open on the first floor, and made his way up there quick, lifting himself up thanks to his arms’ strength and agility. He raised his turtle neck all the way to his eyes, so they wouldn’t recognize his face, and slip into the warehouse...
To discover that someone came here before.
Viggo was nowhere to be seen, and three men were laying on the floor, definitely not in a great shape.
Bruce let himself fall on the ground, and went to check the men.
They were definitely Falcone’s. He recognized their guns, no other used this specific build. The two men had been roughed up pretty bad, and were unconscious. Not much infos to get out of them.
But a bit further, was a third man. He was soaked from head to toe, and barely breathing. A batarang was stuck in his shoulder.
Bruce knelt down and made sure the man was actually still alive. He was, but he was definitely weak. Bruce quickly made an anonymous call to the closest hospital and to the police, and gave them the address to the warehouse.
But the men didn’t interest Bruce further. No. What interested him was those water marks, there, near the unconscious-batarang-to-the-shoulder-man. It was shape like someone kneeling next to a small person.
Or rather. A child. Viggo.
Bruce felt his heart beating faster, what happened ? Was he too late ? Did the worst happen ?
Next to the water marks, he found a little piece of fabric...Brown leather...
“Jason...”
Bruce said out loud, recognizing from where this piece of fabric came from. His son’s leather Red Hood jacket. Ah. So he got here first. But how did he know ?
Suddenly however, Bruce felt more at ease.
Because of Jason managed to get here and Viggo wasn’t around anymore, it surely meant that...He saved him, right ? The fact that there was water everywhere was a bit alarming, but Jason would never give up on that little boy...Just like Bruce would never give up on his son.
He stood up, and went straight to the exit of the warehouse and to his car, where you were waiting.
“What happened ? Where is Viggo ?!”
You asked, full of panic. But strangely, Bruce’s words calmed you down (even though he was freaking out internally as well, he hid it well) :
“He’s with Jason.”
“What ?”
“I’ll explain on the way, ok ? And please...bear with me.”
************
Viggo couldn’t believe it. Wow. WOW ! So THIS was the Batcave huh ?
That was crazy. There were so many things, Viggo just didn’t know where to look ! Was that a dinosaur ? AN ACTUAL FUCKING DINOSAUR ?! And what was up with that giant coins anyway ?
Jason had brought him here a few minutes ago, and sat him up on the infirmary table. And though at first Viggo felt very sleepy (he slept most of the way, curled up against Jason even as Jay was driving back to the bat cave), being there, in the middle of this amazing place (the infirmary was where there was most lights, in the center of the cave) woke him up instantly !
But when it seemed like Jason was leaving, Viggo had clutched to his sleeve, scared to be alone again, but Jason reassured him that he was just going to fetch some clothes for him.
At the same time, Jason took advantage of this to fill his brothers in on what was happening. The night had indeed been calm for them, and they were all already home.
Their father had gone earlier, without telling them where, which was surprising but...he could tell him everything later. He knew that he wouldn’t be mad that he brought Viggo back to the cave.
Once everyone knew what was up, they surrounded Viggo and gave him words of support and encouragement, making him feel like he was...part of the family.
Like they really were his super cool and dedicated uncles and aunt.
Damian especially, tried to cheer the little boy up, knowing how traumatic this kind of experience could be. Cassandra was the only one that didn’t say much, but she clutched his hand and Viggo felt instantly better just with this.
A few minutes later, Jason came back with some of his old clothes (that every single kid after him wore, including Cassandra) and gave them to Viggo. They were still a bit too big for the boy, but it was good enough.
A red hoodie (of course), some sweatpants they all wore during training (they were in remarkable condition really), and socks. He couldn’t find shoes that would fit him, so he just brought some slippers that were too big but with which he could still walk.
However, right now, Jason forbid the boy to walk, as he still had to get over the shock of almost drowning...Well to be honest, Jason had to get over the shock of almost losing his boy. Because Viggo ?
He kept gawking at everything in the cave, and asking hundreds of questions to everyone, and seemed completely fine. Jason however needed to-
“MOM !”
Viggo jumped from the table he was sitting on, and started running towards the entrance of the cave. The entrance coming from the house.
Confused, Jason turned back and...his heart clenched.
There you were. With his father ?
The hell just happened ? Wait, doesn’t matter, because you were there. And Jason found himself, despite how awful those past few days had been, smiling like an idiot just by seeing you.
But...Were you going to forgive him for leaving you like he did ?
Viggo was almost to you now. On the way, he lost both his slippers but it didn’t matter. You closed up the rest of the way, running to him, and grabbed him in your arms, clutching him against your heart as he returned your embrace.
You took a good look at him, looking at his face, arms, legs, making sure he wasn’t hurt. But the only thing he seemed to have was a few bad bruise on his face, and a swollen eye. Other than that, he seemed perfectly healthy.
The batfamily gave you and your son time to hug each other, kiss each other and whisper promises that you’ll never leave each others again. And then, slowly, you turned to Jason.
The man was pretty sure that he heard Viggo say “be nice” to you as you walked towards him.
Jason saw Viggo go to Bruce, but he barely register how cute it was that Bruce just instantly picked up the kid as if it was normal, as if he had always been his grandkid, and mentioned something about...ice cream ?
Because you were in front of him now, and he couldn’t read your face at all. Were you happy ? Relieved ? Mad ? Sad ? Furious ?
It seems like you’re about to reach for him, but then, at the last second, your hand bunch up in a fist and you punch him in the guts instead. With all your might.
In the background, you’re pretty sure you heard Damian exclaiming : “Haha yeah ! Serves him right !” and his siblings half-heartedly telling him to not say such things, even if they kinda agreed.
Ok. So you were definitely mad. Jason was straightening back up and ready to apologize profusely to you, when you grabbed him by the back of his neck and crashed your mouth against his.
Savagely. Fiercely. Whole heartedly.
Passed the first few seconds of surprise, Jason kissed you back.
With all his heart too, passionately, fervently.
The world around you dissolved slowly, as there was just you and Jason now. Just his lips moving against yours. Just his tongue licking your mouth open, and then tangling with yours ardently.
You don’t even hear your son asking Bruce to take him away to get some ice cream because this was getting gross, and everyone slowly leaving to go upstairs, in the Manor to leave you two alone to...Figure things out.
The kiss dragged for long minutes, his arms were now tightly wrapped around your waist, as yours were around his neck.
Days of heartbreak, of regrets, of sadness and frustration...vanished in the force of this beautiful kiss.
When finally you separated from each other, you whispered :
“Don’t ever decide something for me like that again, Jason...”
Ah. Of course, just like your son, you figured out why he left. Jason figured that his father probably told you about this all...”Batman/vigilante” thing while driving you here. Eh, he’ll ask him about details later, right now, it wasn’t important, as he answers :
“I thought you’d be safer without me. That you deserved better.”
“I decide what I deserve.”
The way you sound so sure of yourself, so adamant...it makes him feel lightheaded once again. Just like when Viggo touched his cheek, wiping his tears again.
It makes him feel so utterly happy, that he doesn’t know how to react. And he finds himself kissing you again, his lips reluctant to let go of yours. His arms definitely not letting go of you.
“I decide what I deserve.”...Yes, yes you do. How foolish was he, to think he could ever stay away from you anyway ? When you were so strong and...Everything he ever wanted ?
He pulls away from the kiss, and says :
“I have to tell you, (Y/N)-”
“If you’re about to tell me how dangerous it is for me to stay with you, or some bullshit like that, I’ll punch you again. I’ll have you know that as soon as you left us, that’s when we started to be in danger...”
The exact same words your son used. Well, like mother like son. After all, your boy had to inherit all his greatness from someone. And it was certainly not from Jess. ...Jess, whatever happened to him ?
Jason figured that if you were with his dad, it probably meant you went to see Jess and retraced Viggo’s whereabouts and...It didn’t matter for now. He’ll ask his dad later. And he’ll pay a little visit to Jess later, too.
“No, I wasn’t about to say that.”
“Oh. Sorry. Ok, well go on then.”
“Ok - deep breath - I...I want you to know. That this. You and I. I’m in. I’m all in. I’ve always been all in, but I was also an idiot. But now ? Tonight has been eye opening. And from now on, I’ll be there. I won’t leave, unless you want me to. Ever. I’ll never even think, of leaving. I love you. I love you so much. And I know now that I...I can’t live without you. And without Viggo. You two, are my life. I realized that when dumbass me broke up with you, it felt like dying...And I would know how that feels like, believe me. I...I just love you. And you’ll never be “too much” for me, never. In fact, every seconds with you aren’t enough. I love you.”
Wow. You were...certainly not expecting such a love confession. You found yourself speechless, while you wished you could tell him so much. But right now, the shock and joy you felt stopped you from saying anything.
And so you kissed him again, whispering a “I love you” against his lips. And he smiled in the kiss, dragging you with him to the elevator leading up to Wayne Manor.
That night, maybe you were unable to tell him how much you truly loved him, but you definitely showed it to him, rolling around with him in his sheets all night long...
All the while, Bruce and his other kids were having ice cream with Viggo, living their best life binge watching fails video on YouTube. Bruce figured he should give you and Jason some private time...Plus, he really didn’t mind at all spending time with that little boy.
On the contrary...
************
Two years later :
“Dada !”
The little girl exclaims excitedly, moving her arms and legs around and grabbing at the man’s face lovingly. She repeats the word a few times, almost singing it, and then giggles happily.
“No Laura, granddada ! I’m GRAND-dada, not dada !”
Bruce says for the hundred times, as Jason’s daughter is sitting on his lap, facing him and now apparently very interested in his eyebrows.
She stands clumsily on his lap, and reaches up, giggling to herself, and Bruce can’t help but give her a fond look full of love, letting her pulling his eyebrows even if it’s painful. Ah, he’d let that little girl do anything really. The joy of being a grandfather. You could spoil rotten the kids, without fear of any consequences !
Except maybe for a few mis-plucked eyebrows...
“Don’t bother dad, Except for her mom whom she calls “mama” and for Viggo that she calls “ ‘igo”, she calls everyone she likes “Dada.””
Jason says sadly, plopping down in the couch next to his dad.
You, Jason, Viggo and little Laura were visiting the mansion today, to the rest of the family’s greatest pleasure. Dick came by too, just to see everyone, and it quickly became a very pleasant family day.
“How is it fair that she calls her and only her mama ? But then as soon as she kind of like someone she calls them “dada” ? I swear Roy is annoying the hell out of me with that, and he’s telling her that he is indeed, her dada !”
Jason continues, a bit of frustration in his voice. Bruce laughs, unable to stop himself at how sweet it is to see his son get upset at such a trivial thing. Happy, too, that his son can get upset at such a trivial, normal thing, and that his worries aren’t always related to his...”night life”.
“But isn’t it good, dad, that she calls everyone she likes “dada” ? It means that she decided that your name fitted the best the people she loves, because you know, you’re someone she loves very much !”
Jason turns to his son’s voice, and Viggo smiles at him brightly.
Sometimes, like right now, Jason couldn’t quite believe that this was real life. That he really had a family now, and that they were just so...so...So perfect.
You’re walking behind Viggo, and you smile mischievously as you see how upset Jason is that your daughter calls basically everyone nice to her “dada”, and go to him. He grabs you by the waist and drag you on top of his lap, to then kiss you.
Viggo immediately looks away, and goes to his grandfather to hide both his sister’s AND Bruce’s eyes, that sweet little man. He then says :
“Ew, I try to cheer you up and you answer with a sneak kiss attack on mom. So gross !”
Once again, Bruce chuckles. He never laughed so much than in the presence of his grandchildren...But both Viggo and tiny little Laura were extremely funny and sweet, he couldn’t help but smile and laugh when with them !
Damian was coming in now, with a plate full of cookies (made specifically by Alfred so that a one year old little girl could eat them without any danger), and set it on the coffee table in front of the couch, before going to seat in-between his father and Jason, making the latter growl because it meant that he had to shift you in his lap and damn, the little sucker couldn’t sit elsewhere ?
But Damian wanted to sit next to his beloved niece. He had a cookie in his hand, and with a fond smile that appeared on his face only when in the presence of his niece and nephew (like father, like son), Damian gave the cookie to Laura.
The little girl reached for it cheerfully, and patted Damian on the head as a “thank you” (and if it was anyone else but her, Damian would have been furious), and raised the cookie up in the air. She pointed at it and, with a voice full joy and excitement said :
“DADA !”
Everyone in the room burst into laughter, as Jason’s smile was replaced with a vexed frown when he realized his daughter was calling a damn cookie “dada”...
The End (?).
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AND BAM ! The end. I hope you liked it ? Don’t hesitate to leave a feedback and/or reblog ! It’s always very appreciated and encouraging <3 ! Also, I’m thinking of making a little “epilogue” to this story, just fluffiness and cuteness with Jason’s new little family. I mean, I’m convinced he’d be a great dad, so...kinda wanna write more about him with Viggo, and his little girl :). Anyway. Tell me what ya think about that too, and thanks for reading ! This was a blast to write.
Oh and I hope that all Jess story isn't confusing. I didn’t want to go into details about his backstory, so I hope it’s clear enough that he just basically owes money to the wrong people, and bam. That he had been living in Gotham all those years, just avoiding to see reader or Viggo. And that he did some stupid shit...Which prompted him to use reader and his own son ! And bam. Piece of shit alright. I just hope it’s not confusing and was clear enough, as I tried to make it understandable without going into boring details cause the story definitely isn’t about that asshole.
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April 9th 2020
Final Blog 1979 to 1983 Emerson and Mary leaving the nest. After 1983 our house just went along just like everybody else!
Left to right back, Jamie, Me, Dad, Rita, front left, Emerson and Dorothy. This pic was just after we met our Father for the first time in 15 years!
THE FINAL BLOG! April 9th 2020
1979 to 1983
Emerson's leaving and Mary is moving in!
Well here we are January 1979, my oldest son brother Emerson is halfway through grade 12 and wondering what to do in June when he graduates. Emerson took Motor Mechanics in High School this trade is still with him today, saved him tons of money, but he never took it up as a career. We had rules in our house about education. First; education was more important than sports, two; you can live with us as long as you continue your education as long as you are progressing, this does not mean spending three years in grade 12, third and last; when the education is over, you live with us rent free for one year, get a job, save money for an apartment and move out. Otherwise we believe without these rules [ and we saw enough of it] your parents will charge you a small rental fee,then you will take your excess money and buy a fancy sport's car with big payments,and a big insurance bill and now go no where fast. This might be called tough love today. Especially because the average age of moving out is about 27 years old if you are lucky.
David joined T-ball last year, and Jason joined this year. Sports was not at the top of our list for raising kids. I only played back yard sports. We had a ball field out by the Saint John airport where the car rental company is now. We played a lot of flys and grounders, scrub etc. Pat Riley and Jim Daly both hitch hiked to the south end of Saint John and played Little League. We played pond hockey on Treadwell Lake. I really did love sports but because of my situation I just did not get there. I am not feeling sorry for myself, its just the way it was.The first year I was at my foster home, the boys in Johnson's road talked me into joining school boy hockey. I had no equipment and The Wood's [ my foster parents] where not interested in helping me. I bought old time hockey equipment from the Merzetti's.[ who owned Mutal Jobbing on Douglas avenue] You could use google today and find this hockey equipment from the 50's. Leather helmet, leather pants and size 10 skates when I was a size 8. I loved it, but hitchhiking to Simonds Centennial Arena in the dead of winter was brutal. I played about 10 games. I did not even know what an off side was and I would be standing down in front of the other teams net waiting for the puck before my team mate was across the blue line. After a couple of games I caught on after all the the screaming and yelling from the coach and the players. Its funny now to think back on this stuff. Murray Sewell was responsible for my kids getting into sports. Murray had his t-ball team practicing in the Glen Falls play ground [which was next door to our house]so David went over to see what was going on. He got David throwing the ball and Murray was impressed. Like in the Chevy movie "BING0" this guy could throw a ball voila sports was born into the Reynolds Family.Jean was a good athlete, basically a tom boy until she was 16 years old, then yahoo, the most beautiful girl I ever met, a real lady, dainty, sweet, kind, loving, supportive [ and I mean supportive, I had a lot of crazy ideas and she went along with them eventually]. She was always being picked to be on someone's team at he Allison grounds in Rockwood Court. So its in [watch for the pun] the Jeans! lol
Now lets go back to the Merzetti's. In my first year with my foster parents, Marion and Fred Woods, Jim Merzetti asked me if I wanted to make some extra money stocking shelves at Mutal Jobbing. Well sure I was always looking for ways to make money. I use to walk the ditches with Jimmy Daly for pop and beer bottles and we we an empty 50 lb burlap bag. We would take them Berry's store across from the airport and cash them in. Pile winter wood for neighbours, run errants for the neighbors, fish trout through the ice and sell them and even cut trees down from other people's land and sell them for christmas trees. We just got inside the door and this elderly gentleman walked in. MR. Merzetti who own the business introduced him to me, his name was Havelock Lane. Tall slim man very nice. Three years later after Jean and I started dating, she introduced me to her grandparents Havelock and Genavieve Lane! Yep, same guy!
Emerson graduated yahoo, big milestone for any Reynolds to graduate.You know I never said this before,I hated our last name, I swore I was going to change my name when I grew up. We used to get "ren-hole" because we we so dirty and so poor, an I'm sure we were stinky. How do you bath in the winter and wash clothes when I filled the washer up every morning to supply water for Mom for the day out of Treadwell Lake? I remember when I graduated I thought I died and went to heaven! Emerson decided to go to NBCC and Take the one year plumbing course. We were very proud of him wanting to continue his education. This will make the fourth Reynolds to go to NBCC. Myself, Dorothy and Jamie also graduated from NBCC. He passed in flying colors. He never took up Motor mechanics or plumbing as a career trade, but has saved himself lots of money doing both. Who really knows what you want to do for a living for the rest of your life? Every person I know [and I know a lot of people] are not doing what they thought they might do after the education is over with one exception, My son David, he knew he wanted to be a Doctor in grade 6. Emerson had done many jobs, each jog shaping his skills and shaping his well being. He has found his niche in Ventilation, he is at the top of his game, he is in upper managment, he creates multi-million dollar bids for his company, he is well respected in his company and his field of expertise! Emerson never took us up on the offer to stay rent free for a year. NBCC let him graduate early as he had a job with Bob Duplussis Plumbing company. Moved out and into his own apartment on Michael Crescent all by the time of his 21st birthday on June 5th 1980. Emerson lived with us for 7 years. He is my oldest son, he is a big brother to my three sons. It was a hell of a run Em!
Ben now has got into the sports world He joined t-ball this year. Jean is trying to get her drivers licence. Jean is very nervous about theses things. She is now 30 years old. I work shift work so I am not around to drive the kids to their sports for every game. We are going nuts, we have friends and neighbours helping us with driving to and from ball and hockey venues. Kudos to the Sewell's, Goguens, Allaby's, Carson's, White's, Mclaughlin's, Hutchinson's, Doiron's, Stevens, and many more for helping with picking up and delivering our kids to and from the rinks and ball fields. I was driving a 1974 Pontiac Lemans at the time. Big car, Jean failed two road tests up to this point. The car was too big for parallel parking , combine that with Jean's nerves it was useless. Okay new plan, I called rent-a-wreck to see if I could rent a small car for her to take road test. They said no [remember no speaker phone] as their insurance only covers the driver. I said okay, [I never told Jean the whole conversation] come on Jean we are going to get a small car for you. I told her she could sit in our the car until I got the rental car, I was not making any mistakes about blowing my scam. I rented an AMC pacer, nice and small, easy to parallel park etc. I left my car in the parking lot and drove home, we already had the appointment made. Jean said she would need to take a valium to calm her nerves just before we leave. The road test was in the West Side Motor vehicle. Now the examiner always asked for the permit and car registation. The registration was just a photo copy. In these AMC pacers they hasd a tray that ran the entire width of the car under the dash. So I told Jean that it was just laying under the glove box where he could see it, praying that he would not pick it up. Remember Jean has no idea that this whole thing is illegal. Well she took the test and passed in flying colors. Yahoo Jean has her licence, I told Jean the whole story after we got home. The colr drained from her face.
Okay, we are starting to finish chapters and start a new one. David finally gets his own room at 9 years old after Emerson moved out. We asked him how he wanted his room done. He wanted wallpaper with the old vintage airplanes, De Havilland's etc. We bought him a Captains bed and painted the room. That was one happy kid yahoo! Well the yahoo did not last long. Around Christmas time we got a call from Jean's mother who was living in Montreal at the time. We had just got settled in bed for the night, its was around midnight when the phone rang. We turned on the bedroom lights and Jean proceeded to talk to her mother. No speaker phone then, but I gathered it was Vera. Jean hung up and said her mother was crying and broken hearted. I asked her what was the matter and she said that Mary needed a place to stay until she graduated from high school.[ Quebec passed a new law that year requiring all students to finish their education in French only. Mary was taking hairdressing. Bill 101 was enacted on August 26, 1977. The bill basically was made to ensure the Province of Quebec became totally French speaking only. The top jobs at the time were held by English speaking Canadians. Bill 101 was to make schooling in French only up to high school. All signages were to be in French only. Then in 1980 they decided that the high schools were to be French only too. Mary needed to move back to Saint John to finish high school.] Jean said her mom wanted us to talk it over and call her back tommorrow. I told Jean call your mom back right now. You were the one who decided to take in Emerson for me. If you said no it was no. Now it is my turn, we are taking her in. Jean called Vera back and told her we would take care of Mary, and that was that. Now we have to tell David that he will have to move back in the laundry room for at least three years. Poor David, as sad as he was he never complained, he went about his business as usual. He might have said something to his brothers but not us? Mary was in grade eleven and will be going to Saint John Vocational School. Something I forgot to say about Emerson, he did a lot of babysitting, he made his own money as he was a member of the Miltia since he was 16 years old, and bought us very nice gifts [Thanks Em] Okay now, Mary was the same, she helped Jean around the house, she baby sat and made life for us as easy as possible. Mary was 17 years old when she moved in.
Well Mary graduated in flying colors in June 1982. Mary decided that she really did not want to be a hairdresser. Jean was working at the Top of the Town restaurant. This was located on Main st. on the roof of Keddys Hotel. I talked to the superviser of the down stairs coffee shop and dining room off the main hotel lobby and was able to talk her into hiring Mary as a cashier. She eventually became a waittress. Jean introduced Tony Kane to Mary. Tony was working in the banquet department. The next year I got her an apartment in east Saint John and her and Tony moved in together. Mary moved out the end of September 1983. Before she moved out I got Mary to teach me how to cut hair.[ I just cut Jeans hair yesterday as we are quarantined]. David is now 12, Jason is 11 and Ben is 6. cutting their hair became another job for me for years to come. Emerson was getting married on Oct 8 1983. I was the best man at the wedding. It was a blast. When we got home we found our house was in shambles. Some one broke into our home and ransacked the place, stole our stereo system and all my 8mm home movies from 1979 to 1983, Christmases, birthday, sporting events etc. We were heart broken. You never really get over something like that. It was like somebody tearing your heart out.
Well David gets his room back again, he is now 12 years old. You are a good man David.We have been married now for 13 years Dec 12, 1983. We started this journey moving people into our home in 1973, two and half years after we were married. We were married December 12 1970. We will be married 50 years this December. We were going to go on a cruise, but we think in lieu of what is happening right now with the coronavirus that cruising is out for a long time for us. We have no desire to even fly overseas. We will stick to North America thank you very much!
This will be my last blog, hope you guys found something that interested you. I can't sign out before I mention the foster parents. May of 1967 I went to Fred and Marion Wood on Johnson Road, where I grew up with their youngest son Gerald. He introduced me to motorcycles, he would let me ride all of them, he had 4 different bikes in my time there. I never had an older brother so now I do. Gerald or Woody which he prefer, we still bike around today. Dorothy and Emerson went to the Donnie and Jean Armstrong's, god bless them they 7 kids of their own. Jamie went to the Baxters Len and Mertle, who had at least 8 kids of their own.[The Baxters and the Armstrongs lived across from each other on the Loch Lomond road beside the Norris road.] Then Emerson went to the Morris's, and Dorothy went to the Websters. Then Emerson went back to the Armstrongs and then to me and Jean May 9th 1973. So from May 1967 to May 1973 Emerson moved 4 times in 6 years. Dorothy then went to Godin's and then to our place on Cooks Lake road off the Norris Road in August 1975 to attend NBCC. We lived in a small house we were renting from Dawn and Vince Dempsey. They were our Landlord and Landlady for our first 7 years of our marriage. After Dorothy graduated she and her boyfriend, John Sullivan, got an apartment on the Loch Lomond Road. People can say all they want about foster parents, some good stuff and some bad stuff. Without them, where would we be today. Mr amd Mrs. Wood taught me every thing I know. learned manners, building, [ I used all the tools to build an addition on the back of their house. which launched me into the Oil Refinery], I learned how to plAy chess, learned how to play a guitar etc. We had three square meals a day, we were warm, were clothed, we had it all. Yes we were separated, yes the love was not the same as we got from mom. But man, these people took us into their homes and took care of us. We were backward, dirty, angry, at times just plain bad, neglected, dressed in rags, if you can think of it that was us, but they took us in anyway, GOD BLESS YOU ALL!
I wanted my grandchildren to have some history about their grandparents and their parents. I knew nothing about my grandparents, little about my aunts and uncles, cousins etc. They all lived in Nova Scotia. The only relatives that came to see us was Mom's parents Fred and Margie Hayter, they came in 1961 a year after Dad left, just for the day, and my Aunt Goldie in the late 70's at Todd Street in Glen falls. I started this project in the fall of 2013, I do not know where the time goes.I was going to quit a few times, I stopped writing for a while, but my grandkids urged me to finish. At times it seemed that I was just whining or feeling sorry for myself or sometimes it just made me sad. Thanks you for urging me on, it was good therapy for me, it made me realize how lucky we are, to have the family we have and all the good people I have met and all the things we have done! I am a lucky man to be so rich with LOVE!
I never thought I would live long enough to receive an old age check, we have been getting it three years now. Its great to be a Canadian. After living in USA for the last several winters you know how lucky you are. They do not have free health care [ I know what you are thinking its not free , we paid high income tax compared to the Americans but that was a good thing, just ask an American.] and we have the Old Age check. They do not have this. They have social security, which is based the same as our Canada Pension Plan, a working persons pension. [ notice I did not say working man's pension lol]. Our old age check is an awesome bonus. Canadians do not contribute financially to it, you only need to be 65 years old,and be a Canadian citizen for 5 years. Yahoo. I hope you all get to collect it someday.
We will continue to quarantine ourselves after our mandatory quarantine on April 15th. We may be carriers so we do not want to pass anything on to you. We will continue the 6 feet or 2 meters social distancing,and we will wear a mask when we are out. We will visit out in the yards at your place or ours for the good of all of us! We love you all very much!
Your grandparents Nana and Papa! oxoxoxoxoxoxoxo see you soon!
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Diary of a Psycho Clown Girl pt. 2
It was different the first time I went to stately Wayne Manor but I endured. Alfred greeted me and I thought that Mr. Wayne’s father answered the door so I embarrassed myself there when he gave a look like “poor confused thing” and Dick was laughing like a psycho. I made it inside and took off my shoes because I immediately did not want to put footprints on tile that expensive looking. This was just the mudroom and I was embarrassed about breaking anything. We got into the living room and it was enormous. A full mantle, fireplace, several black leather couches, paintings, hung swords, guns, hunter’s trophies decorated the room lavishly and I thought I had just stepped into a fairy tale palace. Dick showed me to the Entertainment Room where there was a pool table, poker table, fuse ball, ping pong, darts, chess, and about every board game known to exist. Dick said that if we went out to one of the garages there was air hockey but I was content with teaching Dick how to play pool. Well, I thought I was going to be teaching him but he made it clear that he had skill and that we were in competition. It was a tough game but I won because he missed his called pocket on the eight ball. Shame. Well, that means that I get the last cookie the next time Alfred brings us some! We were playing music on the speaker and eating pizza and playing video games on the flat-screen when something red and black barreled into Dick knocking him over the sofa and onto the floor and knocking down the curtains. They fought in the mass of fabric while I laughed and laughed. Alfred came running because he heard the crash and so did a black-haired man in his late thirties. Mr. Wayne himself! I hid behind the couch.
“Jason! Dick! Get out from underneath those drapes now! You know better than to roughhouse when we have guests over!” Alfred chides the boys. Every so often a hand can be seen grabbing at something, the only thing giving away whose hands it was being size. Bruce was looking on mildly amused. Alfred had no way of separating and Bruce is too much of a moron at parenting to stop them so looks like I have to fight. Shit, this is not how good first impressions are made.
I jumped over the back of the couch past Bruce and Alfred and grabbed hold of one of their torsos and dragged them out of the curtain. This was a 12-year-old. Jeez, I stopped being that hot-headed when I was 9. I shoved him over to Alfred and reached under the curtain where Dick was hiding from me. I grabbed his ear and he wailed. I take him out from under the drapes. I dig my fingernail into the center of his lobe.
“Richard Grayson! How old are you?” I scold. I’ve had to do this to kids on the street that were fighting like kids before.
“Sixteen! Ow!” He squeals.
“And how old is your brother?” I ask again in the same tone. You know it. The one your mom uses on you when you have been being an immature pain in the ass and its before 5 PM so she can’t have her Chardonnay yet. That one. The one that promises punishment.
“Thirteen!” He screams a little when I pinch harder. I smile.
“And as his elder brother he looks up to you to set an example. You are also older and expected to act like an adult sometimes. He is smaller than you and that makes it easier for you to hurt him when you fight like that. Besides you are brothers! Do you have any idea how much that should mean to you? That’s family. More family than I’ve got anyway. SO, TAKE CARE OF IT AND DON’T FIGHT YOUR BROTHER!” I yell at him. He looks guilty. Good, he should be, picking on his brother like an asshole. I release Dick’s earlobe and then look at Jason who is smiling at me from behind Alfred’s legs. I wink at him.
“Well that was interesting.” Bruce says after a while. “And you are?”
“Rebecca Napier, sir, Dick invited me over for the afternoon he said you were okay with it.” I say nervously. He could have me charged with assault for what I just did.
“I am. Now that that’s over I am going to have my video meeting with Lucius I will be back down for dinner. Oh, and Dick you have good taste in friends.” Bruce smirks before he walks out. Alfred leaves soon after but Jason stays.
“Why’d you tackle me like that!” Dick asked harshly.
“Because you invited your special friend over and I asked to meet her and you said no!” Jason said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He continued, “But, I didn’t think that when I did meet her I would know her. Hi Becca!” Jason greeted me like an old friend and then it all came back. I was helping him scam people on this one street but there was a gang member who found out that we were doing business on his gang’s turf so we had to escape and I distracted them so he could go. I secretly gave him the money because I knew that I was going to end up killed or taken back with them and forced to work for them so I wanted Jason to be okay for a while.
“What’s up Jaybird?” I smile and we high five. It was good to see him again even if our relationship was a brief one. We lived together for 3 days and then I had to work off a debt to the family. Which actually wasn’t that bad. They didn’t make me do anything that was illegal really, they just kind of made me into a maid/bartender and sometimes I would help them sell marijuana. That was the only really bad part. It got me into a bad habit. I only smoke that good good on the weekend though. And sometimes I still do the family favors and they pay pretty well once they know you and respect you.
“Happy to see someone that I recognize.” Jason says looking at me intently.
“Bruce is filing the papers to adopt him. He isn’t enrolled in school yet but he will. He will be in 7th grade.” Dick says.
“Dude when I knew you on the streets I thought you were way older than you are.” I say confused.
“Good that’s probably why I survived so long.” Jason said. “How is it over there?”
“Same old, same old. My roommate got arrested so I now don’t have enough money for rent. I have to pick up some extra work and maybe pull some slight strings.” Jason immediately knows what I mean and Dick, bless him, his completely in the dark.
“No! Don’t do that! It’s too dangerous. I’ll ask dad if he can help you.” Oh no. That’s Jason’s commander voice. The one that used to get other kids his age to follow him as he took them through raids in convenience stores, selling to the black market, even when he first started scamming. He was stubborn and refused to take no as an answer.
“NO! I am no accepting charity from Bruce Wayne! I am fine by myself you don’t need to get involved, Jason. I’m the older one here let me take care of myself.” I plead.
“Wait just what are you talking about?” Dick interjects. I give Jason a look and he glares back.
“Drug dealing. We are talking about drug dealing. If she can’t get money legally she deals drugs for a local gang. She has been doing it since she was 12 and I was 9.” Jason says monotone. I scowl. Dick looks like he’s in catatonia.
“How did you know that I’ve even done it that long?” I’m irate at this point.
“I would see you when I was in the alleys squatting and I would see you selling. You gave me a twenty once. I bought food for myself this other kid I was squatting with.” Jason said. Well fuck. Dick finally unfreezes.
“DRUG DEALING? You’ve sold drugs! But why? I know you have a job?” Dick.exe has stopped working.
“Sometimes it isn’t enough. Especially when they up my rent.” I shrug. A dark look washes across Dick’s face.
“I’m telling Bruce.” He stalks off. Shit.
Five hours later and a very stern “You’re staying here” from Bruce along with a two-hour argument over why he “cannot condone a minor living orphaned with another minor in an apartment in that part of town, nor her dealings with the local gangs or the crimes she commits to support herself.” Bruce was less than happy that his son brought a low-level drug dealer to his house but he understood why I was doing it, now at least he is happy that I never have to do it again and that he could still do some of his night job while the sun’s still up. Even if that meant he essentially unofficially adopted another kid.
I have a family again. Home. I have a home.
Note: When Becca says Jaybird its a play on the word jailbird and Jason’s name when Dick says it it’s because Jason is Robin
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My wife and I are homeless and hungry
Sally Braden and Jason Lucas here we arrived in Louisville KY yesterday morning and our ride didn't show up to pick us up and take us to our hometown so we are stranded in unfamiliar territory and have no money until February first. Please don't think I'm a scam artist as I know there is plenty of them out there! I am just a regular good man who is in a tough spot I'm at the salvation army and shelter with my wife. We have our marriage license and I have my ID so I can get a job and I'm currently working on finding a job as well as an apartment for us I just need a little help with food and money to ride the bus to get to job interviews and food pantries. My wife is disabled and can't walk very far especially carrying around all our back packs and other stuff I can give you everything you need to prove to you that I am legitimate and in real need of help call my cell at (765)-409-9840 if you want me to provide you with all my information so you can do a background check on me if you want thanks Tumbler friends and God bless anyone willing to provide any assistance whether it be monetary donations or food or hotel vouchers anything helps
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'I Almost Died 3 Times': 25-Year-Old COVID Survivor, Jason Barbosa, Sends Warning After Severe Recovery Complications CHICAGO (CBS)– At just 25 years old, Jason Barbosa of Carol Stream knows what it’s like to live and to very nearly die. He survived COVID-19 and his journey is far from over. READ MORE: Victims Of Unemployment Scam Told By IDES To Pay Back Money They Never Received Or It Will Be Taken From Their Tax Returns With a new surge in COVID cases, Jason has a message. He says COVID is still a deadly threat and we all must take it seriously. “It was a scariest thing ever that has ever happened to me,” He said. Barbosa was used to being fit, a young husband and father and he was active and full of life. All of that changed last May. “It was a Tuesday, I still went to work that night for like an hour, but I was really, really sick,” He said. ” I just couldn’t breathe no more.” An ambulance took him to Central DuPage Hospital’s COVID unit, where doctors told him he needed a ventilator. “I still remember during my last words to my grandparents and my parents calling them and telling them the procedures,” Barbosa said. But that ventilator wasn’t enough, his organs were starting to fail. Desperate, his doctors had one last, and risky, option which was an “ECMO.” This a machine that would work as his’s heart and lungs, giving him time to heal. “We stopped their heart and lungs from working and we have to have a backup plan to circulate blood, through their body,” Dr. Jonathan Tomasko, cardiac surgeon, said. And the patient must be totally still. “We use a paralyzing medication, which basically decreases the total amount of action that the body uses,” Dr. Jeffrey Huml, critical care physician, said. READ MORE: One Person Killed In I-57 Shooting Near Vollmer Road In Matteson As one problem seemed solved, others arose. Severe bleeding, infections and inflammation became issues. “On more than one occasion we we had to consider withdrawing the life sustaining technology,” Huml said. The doctors prepared Jason’s family to say goodbye, three separate times. “There was not a whole lot more medically we were able to do, but we were able to wake up Jason at that point,” Tomasko said. Barbosa pulled off something no one expected. “He started taking big deep breaths with his lungs and he started coughing out all the blood clots and all the other sickness that was in his lungs,” Tomasko said. But his journey would still take twists and turns. When he left the hospital, when he left the hospital, he was still very sick. He was still requiring oxygen through a tracheostomy along with other issues. “I thought i wasn’t gonna be able to talk, no more,” Barbosa said. “The first time I tried to put my feet on the ground, I almost fell.” But his determination is paying off. He’s been proud to show his medical team his progress. Although it’s still tough, Barbosa says he’s happy to be back on his feet and so grateful to his doctors and nurses. MORE NEWS: Small Number Of People Still Contracting COVID-19 Despite Full Vaccination “A lot of people aren’t taking COVID seriously, they think it’s a joke, it’s a little flu, but it took me down, it took my organs down,” He said. “I almost died three times, they should really take this serious, take care of themselves.” Source link Orbem News #25YearOld #Barbosa #carolstream #complications #coronavirus #Covid #covid-19 #died #Jason #local #news #recovery #seenoncbs2 #Sends #severe #Survivor #syndicatedlocal #Times #uncategorized #ventilator #warning #watch+listen
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Transporter 2 - Twice the Action, Twice the Thrills
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There's something naturally exciting about viewing the saint of an activity film oppose the traditional guidelines which administer our commonplace world. Regardless of whether it's sliding down a deep opening, battling twelve men without a moment's delay, or hopping off a precipice and taking hold of a passing helicopter, we're generally prepared to suspend our doubt and live vicariously through these men of activity. In any case, our acceptance of difficult ideas mistrust must be extended up until now, and Transporter 2 stretches it path past the purpose of breaking.
Straightforward Martin (Jason Statham) is a transporter; a previous unique powers usable who lives by a severe code of conduct. As the film opens, we discover him in Miami, helping out for an old companion. That favor comprises of conveying youthful Jack Billings to and from school. Jack is the child of Mr. Billings (Matthew Modine), a ground-breaking U.S. official. Also, when Mr. Billings and his wonderful spouse Audrey (Amber Valletta) aren't contending, she's trusting in Frank and giving him a genuine portion of room eyes. In the mean time, an old companion, Tarconi ( Francois Berleand-repeating his job from the principal film), has come to Miami to go through his get-away with Frank. In any case, things get ugly when hired fighters abduct Jack, and Frank is compelled to get a move on request to keep a guarantee.
While I cherished the first Transporter, I can't actually say the equivalent regarding the spin-off. The main film was a much needed refresher, with creative battle scenes and all around arranged tricks. Without a doubt, it was a little preposterous, however what activity film isn't? What's more, Jason Statham was in fine structure, flaunting huge amounts of magnetism and a body made for activity films. Straightforward paid the piper en route, however you realized he'd end up as the winner at long last https://new-solarmovie.com/other-brand/movietube.
In Transporter 2, Frank should wear a cape and a mammoth 'S' on his chest. Rather than a legend who appears to be a little in a tight spot, we get somebody who appears to continually have the trouble makers on the run. In any event, when he's encircled by twelve goons using assault rifles, we get the inclination that they're the ones in a tough situation.
Take, for instance, the scene where Frank is speeding along in his vehicle, a bomb lashed to the base. Blunt realizes the bomb is there. He realizes he has valuable seconds before it detonates. He could leap out of the vehicle or basically pull over and run for his life, yet that would imply that he'd be abandoned by walking. What's more, this is the Transporter that we're discussing. Removing his vehicle would resemble removing Schwarzenagger's biceps. So what does he do?
All things considered, Frank puts the pedal to the floor, speeding straight towards a monster crane out yonder. He hits an incline (stunning how slopes are consistently present in real life motion pictures) and the vehicle starts the way toward moving 360 degrees. Obviously, Frank has coordinated it so the snare of the crane will grasp the bomb as the vehicle rolls and scam it. It does, and, as the bomb detonates, Frank is as yet flying through the air, well on his approach to finishing his 360 and landing securely on the ground.
Creative? Truly. Absurd? Same. (Hello, I think I just summarized the film.) And that is only one of many. I'll save you the others.
And afterward there are the plot openings. In all actuality, the main film has its offer (like, for what reason is the little girl of the wrongdoing supervisor being shipped around in a sack?), yet the spin-off appears to be determined to exceeding it's antecedent on each front.Like, for instance, the intricate plot to taint all the members of a medication requirement gathering with a deadly infection. Aren't there less complex approaches to do it than to contaminate the offspring of the keynote speaker and rely on him to pass it along to his father?And the principle scoundrel in the film, Gianni, (Alessandro Gassman) needs to conceal the viral antitoxin some place safe, so he has it infused into his circulation system to be recovered later. Presently, I'm no logical virtuoso, however that doesn't sound conceivable to me, particularly if the miscreant needs to live through the procedure.
A definitive fault for these blemishes can be ascribed to the Luc Besson/Robert Mark Kamen content. It figures out how to diminish the entirety of the characters to activity film adages. The content guesses that everybody has seen the main film, so almost no exertion is made to build up the character of Frank (beside a couple of pleasant scenes with Jack and Audrey). Francois Berleand (as Tarconi) was amazing in the primary film, however here he is decreased to the job of lighthearted element, spending the greater part of the film in a police headquarters. Matthew Modine plays the nonexclusive careless spouse - a job which altogether squanders his gifts as an on-screen character. In any event, when his character has a difference in heart, the content totally fails and hurries through the scene. Golden Valletta is shocking in the film, yet she is offered little to do other than look ravishing and worried simultaneously. Furthermore, the miscreants are a finished exercise in futility, which is a disgrace since the primary film had several strong heavies in the types of Ric Young and Matt Schulze.
And keeping in mind that we're regarding the matter of miscreants, here's a proposal to movie producers over the globe. While throwing somebody like Kate Nauta (Lola) may help produce some buzz for your film, waifish models aren't especially threatening, regardless of what number of weapons they're wearing. Furthermore, in case you're basically searching for somebody to up the sex factor of the film, take a stab at throwing somebody who has bosoms greater than a seventh grade young lady. We should simply trust that Kate Moss doesn't turn up in the following Die Hard film.
Yet, regardless of every one of its issues, Transporter 2 figures out how to engage on a fundamental level. Enthusiasts of the first get the opportunity to see Frank in real life once more, while newcomers will be blessed to receive some crazy tricks and loads of gunplay. What's more, from supermodels to proficient fighters (Shannon Briggs), heaps of recognizable faces turn up, including Jason Flemyng, Statham's old Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels castmate.
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Brock Lesnar vs. Braun Strowman - Lesnar defends the universal championship. This match was supposed to happen months ago, but Strowman needed surgery. Then plans for Summerslam turned into a four-way, where Strowman destroyed Lesnar, but somehow didn’t figure into Brock making a comeback to retain the title. The question here is whether Strowman is just another tomato can for Brock, or if Lesnar can’t get around him without the chaos of a multi-person match.
As usual for Brock Lesnar matches, everything revolves around political issues, from his limited schedule to his price tag to the wisdom of keeping the title on him through Wrestlemania. A case can be made that WWE has managed to get Strowman over to the point that he could take over the Lesnar role, and that WWE would do well to get a younger, hungrier, more loyal man in that position. If he loses clean here, that’s probably all out the window. If he wins...well, you’ve got a lot more interesting options for the next six months. But you could make that argument about putting Samoa Joe over Brock, and they didn’t do that either.
The problem here--and with WWE altogether, really--is that this match will be booked with the sole priority of setting up something for Roman Reigns. That’s not Roman’s fault, nor is it Roman’s fault that they’ve fucked him up for three years. But the fan base knows this clash of titans is just a battle for the right to put Reigns over later, and it’s hard to get excited about that. (Even if you love Roman, I can’t imagine you particularly care which of these guys he beats for the belt.) I’m not fiercely opposed to Roman as the top guy or the Wrestlemania headliner, but creeping up on it for a year is really starting to wear me down.
As for this match, the most interesting thing they could do here is a Strowman victory, so they’ll probably have Lesnar shock us all with a freak pinfall in under ten minutes.
John Cena vs. Roman Reigns - Cena was recently deemed a “free agent” who can go to any brand he wants, as a way to explain him jumping from Smackdown to Raw so he could call out Reigns.
This is supposed to be the big battle of the tippy-top guys, on the order of Hulk Hogan vs. Bret Hart or Steve Austin vs. the Rock or Cena vs. Triple H. Except that Cena has never been fully accepted in that role and Reigns has had an even harder time with it. So it’s less about seeing two legends you thought would never fight and more about rooting for the guy you hate least out of sheer spite. Accordingly, the promos setting up this match have been more about exposing each man’s flaws and weaknesses than emphasizing their respective strengths.
Cena has a natural talent for this sort of thing, and he’s done this basic angle (where the other guy shoots on him in a whiny manner and Cena deflects it effortlessly) a zillion times. I expect he’ll spend the match doing a lot of little things to try to make you believe he’s breaking kayfabe and going into business for himself.
Reigns...hasn’t looked very good, essentially bringing a water pistol to a gunfight. In these wars of words, it’s not enough to tell the truth and say “bitch” and “ass” a lot. Your shoot promo still has to connect with the audience just like a real promo, and I don’t think he’s on Cena’s level of doing that. The solution, then, would have been to make this feud focus on what Roman does better than Cena (whatever that is), instead of trying to convince people that any wrestler can be The Rock with the right script.
This is one of those things where WWE clearly intended to do a shoot-y thing to put one guy over, but didn’t reckon with the other guy being much better at shoot-y style. I don’t even think they always do this on purpose. But regardless, they’re not doing Roman any favors...as usual. He practically has to win, but I’m concerned they’re going to lose confidence in him over stuff that’s their own fault.
Alexa Bliss vs. Sasha Banks vs. Bayley vs. Emma vs. Nia Jax - Bliss’s Raw women’s title is on the line. It’s every woman for herself, no count-outs or disqualifications, first wrestler to score a fall on anyone else is the winner and champion. Bayley is a late addition after a shoulder injury removed her from a title match with Bliss at Summerslam. You get the feeling they’re headed for Sasha vs. Bayley one of these days, but it’s hard to tell if they’re going there sooner rather than later.
It seems like this title is always a hot potato, so I guess the smart money is on Sasha winning the belt, then losing it three weeks later on Raw, then winning it back three weeks after that...
Dean Ambrose & Seth Rollins vs. Sheamus & Cesaro - Ambrollins beat Shesaro last month to capture the Raw tag team championship, so this is the rematch. Now that they’ve pulled the trigger on the Ambrose/Rollins reconciliation, we’re really just in a holding pattern until they decide whether to work Roman Reigns into the equation. I don’t see the tag title changing hands until they’ve figured that out, so expect the champs to retain.
Finn Balor vs. Bray Wyatt - Wyatt wanted to fight Balor’s “Demon King” bodypaint persona at Summerslam, and pretty much got his ass beat. So now Wyatt is all like “well, you didn’t beat me, the paint did,” because I guess he’s literally a ten-year-old. So now the stip is that Balor won’t be doing anything special to prove that paint doesn’t give him super powers. Common sense would suggest Finn should just win again, but then again I don’t know where either of these guys would go from here, so maybe they’ll put Bray over just to prolong the feud.
The Miz vs. Jason Jordan - Jordan won a six-way match to earn this shot at Miz’s intercontinental championship. This is the culmination of a storyline where somebody tried to blackmail general manager Kurt Angle about a secret lovechild, which turned out to be Jordan, and Miz kvetching that Angle gives Jordan special privileges.
The fans don’t buy Jordan as Angle’s son at all and see to be looking ahead to the inevitable plot point where Jordan turns heel and reveals it was all a scam. That...kinda makes me think WWE will double down and move the title onto him. Yeah, I can definitely see that happening. Not sure if it’ll be here, though. I’m thinking Jordan wins by DQ or count-out.
Neville vs. Enzo Amore - Neville’s cruiserweight title is on the line. Amore has had a tough year, dogged by reports that he’s impossible to put up with backstage and that everybody wants nothing to do with him. This has apparently led to him being moved to the cruiserweight division and a series of segments about letting everyone explain why he totally sucks. I’m not on the Enzo Amore Defense Squad or anything, but I don’t find all this effort to make him twist in the wind satisfying either. If he’s that bad, just fire him. But they won’t, because they have to “prove” something, I guess. A side effect of all that is I have zero expectation that Amore can possibly win this match, which means I’ll probably skip it, which is the opposite of the point of booking a match, but what do I know?
Apollo Crews vs. Elias - Wikipedia says this is booked for the pre-show. I had no idea. I suppose Elias will win.
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that's right, folks, I've got another new story! it's called Livewire!, and it’s a superhero story, but with that signature k-Liight twist--in this case, a superheroic protagonist that isn't the usual chiseled block-jawed hyper-masculine dude you see so often in other superhero stories twist (among other differences XD). I probably won't be able to explain each and every character in full detail, but I will give you a brief overview, and I will tell you the story ;3 it goes something like this:
Deep within the heart of north-central Florida, a dangerous battle between two powerful groups is taking place right under the common people’s noses. One side is fighting to preserve the old laws and ways, the other is aiming for new laws and change. Among those fighting for change is the duo of former secret agent Patrick Guerrero and his mutated daughter Gertrude, otherwise known as La Bestia. The two have had a long-time beef with the conservative Dr Droid and his own daughter Deedee. While Dr Droid’s coalition may be small, Patrick Guerrero’s band of vigilantes is even smaller, and he’s looking for more members, superpowered or not. He’s looking for brave and determined individuals, especially young people, who are dissatisfied with the way the world is now, and will fight almost to the death for what they believe in. However, he’s having a hard time finding truly qualified individuals. But that is about to change.
Enter our hero, Xavier Templeton, a cute, chubby, bubbly, pansexual femboy aspiring to be a singer/actor/comedian. Because he doesn’t conform to the usual male gender norms, his parents, Frank and Dolly, often raise their eyebrows at their son, and don’t really approve of his feminine ways. They also don’t approve of his friends, which include Renee, a sweet but always late trans girl, Starlynn, a bisexual female football player, and Jason, a serious but creative non-binary gay boy. They’re afraid that he's not being the best influence on his three little brothers, Finn, Oliver, and Oscar, even though said brothers love Xavier to death. He’s rather unpopular and very misunderstood, but Xavier always looks on the bright side of things, and manages to keep a positive attitude almost all the time.
But one day, Xavier’s uptight parents put his positive attitude to the test. After a seemingly normal day at school, he comes home to find all his music, makeup, prized possessions, and even his clothes gone. Mr and Mrs Templeton decided to get rid of all his feminine things for good, and they’re not giving anything else back until he promises to behave like a “normal boy”. Angry and upset, he runs off and finds himself in the local park, where he ends up meeting Patrick Guerrero. Noticing the boy’s sadness, Patrick invites Xavier to join his “secret group” and hands him a business card. Xavier ponders the offer and is at first unsure, but when Starlynn says she knows Patrick and heard all about what happened from him, Xavier reconsiders the invitation and decides to accept it.
Whatever he was expecting from this “secret group”, it certainly wasn’t a clan of vigilante superheroes. He especially wasn’t expecting some of them to be mutants! But what surprised him the most is that Starlynn is in the group too, going under the name Vega--and she’s got superstrength! After getting over his initial shock, he meets La Bestia; at first, he is intimidated by her size and stoicness, but when she starts acting awkwardly, he finds her adorable. He meets the others too: icy Sub-Zero, fiery Hephaestus, speedy Zipp, wise Cynthia, nerdy Nate, and the mysterious Sorallea. They all become enraptured with Xavier, and they promise to not only help him be himself while his parents aren’t looking, but also to train him to become a superhero himself. They buy Xavier more masculine clothing to wear when his parents are around (hence the traditional doodle of him in that button-up and khakis), but then let him change back into something he's more comfortable in. They also teach him how to fight, and other skills needed to be a superhero.
Turns out that Xavier has a special superpower of his own—the ability to harness electricity! He is also a very fast learner, and soon he’s ready to join the team in battle, going under the alias of Livewire. But defeating Dr Droid’s forces isn’t going to be easy. Somehow his crew is growing larger, and it seems that they’re outsourcing regular people without their knowledge via scamming. And when Xavier’s own parents fall victim to Dr Droid’s crime, he is given the hard choice to save his family and risk his identity and independence, or to hold onto his freedom and lose them all forever.
Now little things you should know about specific characters: first Xavier. as you might have already suspected, he is a very Gene-inspired character, in both his personality and his aspirations, and his supersuit is even based off of Gene's in my Superhero AU (which I haven't touched in AGES, good lord). his little doggie, Pepper, is his personal service dog that he takes to school due to his bad anxiety. She's very loyal and well-trained, but she can be a bit overprotective of her owner, and sometimes growls at people who obviously pose no threat to Xavier. Starlynn is perhaps his closest friend, since they've known each other for the longest, and she's that one friend who's a freaking bottomless pithole. she's also that one friend who uses really gross humor LOL. Patrick Guererro is a high-spirited liberal former secret agent who quit the job because it made him do things he didn't support, so he decided to form a superhero team instead. his daughter La Bestia is generally tough and serious, but she's also pretty socially awkward due to being isolated from the rest of the world most of her life. Zipp is a funny one, she's either cynical and serious or a mischievous little shit. there is no in between. XD and I was going to talk a little bit about the villains, but fucking dA "stopped responding" and it didn't save that part and I am NOT typing all that again. oh well, I'll be sure to make profiles of each of these characters at some point and I'll really talk about them then.
you can expect more of these guys in the future, especially Xavier, because he is my mutha-feckin' baby. XD
#my art#my characters#superheroes#supervillains#lgbtq characters#chubby boy#femboy#trans girl#Livewire!
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Carlson young || Harleen Quinzel || Harley Quinn || Gotham City Sirens / Task Force X || 28 || Cisgender Female || Gotham || Psychiatrist || Unregistered || PLAYED BY BELLA
biography.
Harleen had always been bound for a life in the grey. A con-man father gone, and a tough love mother left behind — she grew with something missing. A willingness to trick and lie developed early, the catalyst for a questionably young student with little credentials to achieve a degree in psychology. Because whilst she teetered the line between right and wrong, she understood the difference — it was her father’s abandonment she sought to understand through becoming a psychologist.
Landing a job in Arkham asylum, Harleen met the joker. But this isn’t a fire meets gasoline tale. She wasn’t a fool, had a con-man for a dad. She knew a scam when she saw one. Knew what trick the joker was trying to pull over her, and she let herself be the mark. For the excitement, for being understood. He was wrong, did bad things like she did, and even if in the beginning he was using her, it was the first time Harleen felt she could be herself. The girl who swindled her way through college, who didn’t care about doing what was right so much as doing what she wanted.
So she was complicit in her own manipulation, helped Joker escape more than once. And from crossing the line of morally questionable to pure criminal, was born Harley Quinn. Joker’s villainous sidekick, she did anything he asked of her no matter how terrible the scheme. She assumed their mutual understanding, their ‘ love ’ meant she’d be an exception to his cruelty. It wasn’t. Joker was violently abusive, but desperate for his attention, to be wanted despite her flaws, she stuck around for years. It took joker murdering Jason Todd, and her part in the crime, for Harley to decide enough was enough.
Detaching herself from the clown prince, Harley is seeking a new beginning in New York. She works part time as a psychiatrist, and pulls heists ( alongside a long list of other crimes ) on the side to help pay the rent for her, her dog’s and her occasional roommate ivy’s apartment. She may never be good, never be a hero, but she tries to repent for the person she was with joker and the people she hurt by dispatching other villains and scumbags ( though not through legal means.)
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The Changing Shape of Crypto Funding in 2019
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The Changing Shape of Crypto Funding in 2019
The Changing Shape of Crypto Funding in 2019
2019 was meant to be the year of the IEO. Or was it the STO? Whatever the case, it’s had its share of both, with mixed results. While the number of successfully completed token sales and the number of IEO launchpads has increased significantly, secondary market demand has been underwhelming. As emerging projects study the performance of this year’s favored fundraising vehicles, they’re faced with a conundrum: stick with a tested formula, or eschew the three-letter models for something new.
The Jury’s Out on IEOs
It’s hard to know what to make of this year’s initial exchange offerings (IEOs). Compared to their forebears – the projects that ICO’d two years ago – IEOs are clearly better in certain respects. Greater transparency, as mandated by exchanges, has prevented exit scams and compelled projects to actually ship code and build stuff. Greater liquidity, aided by the guaranteed exchange listing that comes built into the IEO model, has also been an improvement. Crowdfunding projects are better off this year, too: with the rise of token creation platform Simple Ledger Protocol, startups have the option of launching token sales on Bitcoin Cash, providing an alternative to the ERC20 token standard and the rising network fees on Ethereum.
But what about the quality of the projects themselves? This year, IEOs have brought us a whole lot of smart contracting platforms, dapp scaling solutions, and crypto protocols, but there hasn’t been much originality on display. Where the ICO era birthed prediction markets from Augur, a global exchange in Binance and decentralized token trading from 0x, today we have Elrond and Emogi. It’s hard to shake the feeling that good ideas for tokenized projects are now at a premium.
In the STO space, great progress has been made this year – just not in terms of fundraising. Blockstack garnered headlines when it became the first STO to be granted Reg A+ status by the SEC, opening its sale up to the wider public. Other security token projects have had to exclude U.S investors, however, or go down the more restrictive Reg D route. The infrastructure supporting the security token space is improving at least, which should make things easier for the next wave of aspiring STOs. This week, for example, security token platform Harbor announced that it was tokenizing $100M of real estate funds. CEO Josh Stein has expressed the goal of evolving Harbor into “the Salesforce.com” of the security token industry.
Crypto projects currently raising capital have some tough decisions to make. Do they stick with the conventional IEO/STO formula, or do they twist and go for something different? News.Bitcoin.com spoke to four projects that have decided to roll the dice.
Roobee and Dreamr Take Different Routes
Investment platform Roobee is currently holding its IEO on Asian cryptocurrency exchange Liquid, which is best known for hosting Telegram’s sale. What’s different about Roobee’s IEO is that it’s not the project’s first: in June it successfully completed two token offerings on Bitforex and Exmo, raising around $5.5 million.
Artem Popov, co-founder of Roobee, told news.Bitcoin.com: “Fundraising in installments across multiple exchanges requires a lot more work, but we believe it’s time well spent. The ability to cultivate a community on each platform, with the goal of turning these people into smart investors on the Roobee platform, is invaluable. Raising in stages also enables us to meet key development milestones along the way, and to benefit from the goodwill this brings, which feeds into our IEO.”
Meanwhile, Dreamr, a social networking application geared towards entrepreneurs, is going for an IEO-STO hybrid and planning a Security Token Exchange Offering (STEO). The sale will be held on crypto exchange IDCM, with ordinary investors able to participate. Strategic advisory firm Pirate Capital, led by Joseph Bar-Katz, prepared the offering under Regulation S, which excludes U.S. residents from participating. Bar-Katz asserts that this provision “should allow for the DRMR Token to be soon available internationally.”
LiquidApps and Kleros Favor Smaller Raises
Because IEOs limit the amount that can be raised in a public sale, typically capping it around $2 million, projects that wish to disburse a greater proportion of tokens have to devise alternative means. For Liquidapps, a blockchain scaling startup and interoperability protocol, that’s meant holding an ongoing auction on its own site. The project, which provides low-cost vRAM for EOS developers, is conducting a 12-month raise which is reminiscent of EOS’ own year-long crowdsale. So far, it’s raised around $2.8 million, with tokens made available in timed cycles.
And then there’s decentralized justice protocol Kleros, which sold 16% of its PNK tokens to the public last year, with the rest earmarked for future sale, either OTC or via a milestone-based crowdsale. “In mid 2018 we concluded our IICO (Interactive Initial Coin Offering) which was initially proposed by Vitalik and Jason Teustch as a more egalitarian way to conduct a token offering,” explained Kleros Operations Manager Stuart James. He added:
At that time, we were seeing crazy gas fees being paid by whales to corner token sales (BAT being the most notable). With the Kleros IICO, would-be contributors had more fined-tuned control over how they wanted to handle the trade-off between the certainty with which they could participate in the sale and the certainty they had over the valuation determined.
Like Liquidapps, Kleros has kept busy this year, completing a successful trial of crowdsourced adjudication in action, and joining the burgeoning defi movement by providing its services to Market Protocol to settle price oracle disputes. Keeping busy in the months to come while building a community will be imperative for those crypto projects that have yet to finish raising funds. There are signs that investor interest in IEOs is waning, as exemplified by the diminishing demand for Binance Launchpad tokens.
The crowdsale is not going away any time soon, but the acronym and form it takes may change once again. With each new tokenized funding mechanism, there’s a window of opportunity for launching while interest is high. Catching that wave at just the right time calls for a combination of luck, intuition and innovation. If the project’s innovative and the token metrics are good, it should succeed, in theory, whatever shape its crowdsale may take.
Source: news.bitcoin
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