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fuckyeahgoodomens · 21 days

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Good Omens filming locations masterpost! ❤ 🐍😊 Part 1

I made a Google map containing all the locations, see here! :)

Part one contains Season One, continue here for part 2 containing the rest of S1 and Season Two!!! (it is split into more parts because tumblr has a limit of images in one post :))

SEASON 1

London:

AC in Berkeley Square (S01E06) - Tavistock Square, London

Scene: AC swap back and decision to go to The Ritz

Availability (as of 2024): 7:30–21

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Crowley in the pub (S01E05) – The Enterprise pub, London

Scene: Crowley drinking and meeting not quite corporal Aziraphale

Availability (as of 2024): Mon-Wed 12-23, Wed-Sat 12-24, Sun closed

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Crowley on the way to the burning bookshop (S01E05) – Wardour Street, London

Scene: Crowley's Bentley rushing throught the streets of London

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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AC on the bus (S01E01) - Piccadilly Circus, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley meet on the bus to discuss the antichrist, in the background the Piccadily Circus can be seen

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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AC at The Ritz (S01E01, S01E06) - Criterion, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley at The Ritz in the first and sixth episode of the first season. It was actually filmed at the Criterion restaurant which since then has unfortunately been closed and now (2024) there is Masala Zone with unfortunately changed interier :(.

Availability (as of 2024): Mon to Thur 12:00-22:30, Fri 12:00-23:00, Sat 12:30-23:00, Sun 12:30-22:30

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AC on the way to the manor (S01E02) – Whitehall street, London

Scene: Crowley with Aziraphale driving the Bentley to the Tadfield manor

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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AC leaving the St James's Park (S01E01) - Carlton House Terrace, London

Scene: The stars on which Aziraphale and Crowley leave St James's Park in Episode 1, Crowley tempts Aziraphale to lunch and they speed away

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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AC meeting in St James's Park (S01E01, S01E03, S01E06) - St James's Park, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley's meeting in St James's Park by the ducks in the first season in episode one (about the antichrist), episode three (victorian scene) and episode six (the kidnapping)

Availability (as of 2024): 5-24

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Newt meeting Shadwell (S01E02) – Between Westminster Abbey and Palace of Westminster, London

Scene: Newt meets Shadwell for the first time

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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The Bandstand scene in St James's Park (S01E03) – Battersea Park, London

Scene: The bandstand scene in season one.

Availability (as of 2024): 8am until dusk

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Aziraphale stops Gabriel during his jogging (S01E04) - Battersea Park, London

Scene: Aziraphale stops Gabriel during the jogging.

Availability (as of 2024): 8am until dusk

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'Crowley' outside his flat (S01E06) - Eastfields Avenue, London

Scene: The morning after the Apocaflop 'Crowley' coming out from his flat.

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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Dirty Donkey in 1967 (S01E03) - The Cat's Back pub, London

Scene: The interior of Dirty Donkey from 1967 where Crowley meets Shadwell for the first time has been filmed in The Cat's Back pub (the interior has been transformed into the 60s)

Availability (as of 2024): Mon - Closed, Tues: 5pm - 11pm, Wed - Thu: 4pm - 12am, Fri: 4pm - 1am, Sat: 2pm - 1am, Sun: 1pm - 11pm

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Shadwell reports to Crowley (S01E03) – Best Cafe, London

Scene: Shadwell meeting Crowley in the present time.

Availability (as of 2024): street all day, the establishment itself seems closed now :(

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AC talking about the Warlock's birthday party (S01E01) - Crystal Palace Park, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley watching Warlock in the park with dinosaurs and talking about the birthday party

Availability (as of 2024): 7:30am - sunset

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AC stopping in a cafe after the manor (S01E02) – Penge Cafe (then) / Antonella's Cafe and Bistro (now), London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley stopping to discuss how to find the antichrist after visiting the Tadfield manor, at the time of the shooting it was named Penge Cafe, now renamed to Antonella's Cafe and Bistro

Availability (as of 2024): Wed-Sat 8:30-5, Sun: 9-5

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AC watching Hamlet in 1601 (S01E03) – Shakespeare's Globe, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley secret meeting in 1601 during a Hamlet performance

Availability (as of 2024): They open at specific times for tours and performances. See performances and tours on www.shakespearesglobe.com/whats-on/, for example 3 APRIL - 23 OCTOBER there's a 'Pride Guided Tour bringing to life the queer stories and characters from Shakespeare’s life and times.' :). https://www.shakespearesglobe.com/whats-on/guided-tour-pride/

Link on the map

Crowley after bringing down the phone network (deleted scene, DVD) – Trinity Church Square, London

Scene: Crowley leaving after he brings down the mobile phone network in the BT Tower

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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Heaven top floor (S01E04, S01E06) – Sky Garden, London

Scene: The Heaven top floor background windows were filmed in Sky Garden, we are seeing this at the scene where Michael shows Gabriel the Earth Observation Files and during Aziraphale's execution (though the scene itself seems to be filmed with green screen)

Availability (as of 2024): the access is free but needs to be booked beforehand at https://skygarden.london/

Link on the map

Stairs To Heaven and Hell (S01E01) – The Broadgate Tower, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley go to Heaven and Hell through the staircase

Availability (as of 2024): The tower is open Mon-Fri 9-18 but there is a reception downstairs where these stairs are – I've visited twice and once they were okay with me taking picks of the stairs and once not. The stairs are thought well visible from the outside and pics can be taken that way.

Link on the map

Aziraphale, Tracy and Shadwell on a scooter (S01E05) - Cardwell Road, London

Scene: Aziraphale miracles Tracy's scooter to fly with them and Shadwell to Tadfield

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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Where Shadwell and Madame Tracy live (S01E02, S01E04, S01E05) - Hornsey Road, London

Scene: The residence of Shadwell and Madame Tracy. We see it in episode two (Newt arrives), episode four (Newt leaves for Tadfield) and episode five (shaken Shadwell arrives, customers for the seance arrive)

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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Aziraphale eating sushi (S01E01) - Red 'N' Hot (closed), London

Scene: Aziraphale eating sushi with a surprise visit from Gabriel

Availability (as of 2024): It was filmed in the Red 'N' Hot – a sichuan restaurant, but it has been closed (now there is another restaurant with different interior)

Link on the map

Some scenes has also been filmed in the West London Film Studios.

Hambleden:

Hambleden is the place where most of the Tadfield village was shot :).

Tadfield Square (S01E01, S01E03, S01E05, S01E06) – Square in front of the church, Hambleden

Scene: Crowley phoning Aziraphale to tell him about the Armageddon in episode one, Adam reading and Anathema with R.P. Tyler in episode 3, seen R.P. Tyler meeting those going to the airfield in episode 5 and Aziraphale and Crowley are drinking on a bench after the Apocaflop and waiting for the bus

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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Adam's house (S01E02 , S01E03, S01E06) - Hambleden

Scene: Adam Young's house (can be seen in several episodes)

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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The Them buying ice-cream (S01E02) – Hambleden convenience store, Hambleden

Scene: The store that The Them bough ice-cream from

Availability (as of 2024): Street all day, the store Mon-Sat 8-17, Sun 8-16:30

Link on the map

The Them planning to stop Armageddon (S01E05) - Hambleden

Scene: The Them returning planning to go to airfield and stop Armaggedon

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

Link on the map

Anathema's cottage (S01E02, S01E03, S01E04) – cca 2km from the Hambledon square

Scene: The scenes with Anathema's cottage (Jasmine Cottage) were filmed here, it can be seen several times throughout the series (like Anathema moving in, AC dropping her off or Adam visiting her)

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

Link on the map

Others in England:

Warlock's house (S01E01) – High Canons, Borehamwood

Scene: The Warlock's home was filmed at the High Canons Estate which is listed on National Heritage List for England

Availability (as of 2024): The High Canons Estate is currently privately owned and not open to public, the house is not visible from road.

Link on the map

Hastur and Ligur hand over the Antichrist (S01E01) – Holy Trinity Church, Penn Street

Scene: Hastur and Ligur give Crowley the Antichrist at the graveyard

Availability (as of 2024): the outside should be available all day

Link on the map

(continue to Part 2 :))

#good omens #bts #filming locations #fun fact #masterposts #filming locations masterpost

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most-normal-eccles-cake-ignorer · 9 months

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"It's always too late, isn't it?"

Aziraphale tells Crowley he goes too fast for him, but it’s not just him: Crowley’s order is six (6) shots of espresso in a big cup; he drenches Nina and Maggie beneath the Awning of a New Age because he wants vavooming to occur immediately; the Bentley needs to be above the speed limit even if it’s not him driving. For an eternal being, he has an extraordinary sense of ugrency.

Before the Beginning, he saw a few million years as just getting started—a brief loading screen before the lights in the firmament got going properly.

Present day Crowley hasn’t known that kind of naïve hope in thousands of years. He knows how much you can lose when you have to play "poker in a pitch dark room for infinite stakes with a dealer that won't tell you the rules and smiles all the time". He is acutely aware of how fragile the future is.

#good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #good omens meta #anthony j crowley #crowley #he's trying to slow down though #look at him counting to ten #mmm but that is possibly him not wanting to waste his precious time being angry at Aziraphale

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frenchcurious · 6 months

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Bentley 6,5 litres Speed Six Gurney Nutting Saloon 1930 « Blue Train Special ». - source Cars & Motorbikes Stars of the Golden era.

#bentley

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nic-writes-it-all · 9 months

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it’s over, isn’t it? (why can’t i move on?)

(a short post-episode six angsty fic because i’m still struggling to cope <3)

It’s over.

Crowley knows it’s over, white knuckles clutching the wheel, body shaking.

The Bentley doesn’t agree. She wants to hear nightingales. She wants the passenger seat to be filled.

Crowley doesn’t know what he wants anymore.

Of course he wants Aziraphale. He’s all he wants. Has ever wanted.

But everything is wrong now.

Crowley knows he’s not enough. Has never been enough. He knows “our side” was a sweet fantasy, something Aziraphale would nod along to as a stand-in for the side he really wanted.

Crowley knows, and has known, every time over the last 6000 years that he’s woken up alone.

It’s not fucking fair, he realizes, slamming on the brakes.

Maggie and Nina get time. They get to come back to each other when they’re ready.

Crowley doesn’t get time.

Gabriel and Beelzebub, of all people, get a happy ending. Get HIS happy ending.

The angel and the demon, run away to the stars, their eternity a blank story they get to write together. That’s what he and Aziraphale should have had.

Could have had.

Crowley sits in his car, feeling alone in a way he hasn’t felt since that awful time between falling and the garden. He’s an angel-less demon once again.

They could have been having breakfast at the Ritz right now, toasting “to the world.”

Except, it’s not breakfast time. It’s dark. Crowley’s been driving for Satan knows how many hours.

And, of course, Aziraphale will never go out for a nice breakfast with him again. Not after what happened.

He can’t stop replaying it in his head, looking for what went wrong.

Maybe Crowley should have tried harder. Maybe if he’d spoken first. If he had just kept bargaining. If he hadn’t fucking kissed him-

Crowley can’t breathe.

He’s crying now, shaking and gasping and parked in the middle of the empty road. He doesn’t know where he is. He doesn’t know where he’s going.

Crowley doesn’t know shit about a world without Aziraphale in it.

Against his better judgment, he remembers.

He remembers the stars. The garden.

He remembers the flood, and Job’s basement.

He remembers oysters and crepes, wine and poison and sweet warm cocoa in an angel-wing mug.

He remembers the ducks and the park and Aziraphale’s smile, his laugh, his wings, his hands.

He remembers Warlock and Anathema and the children on the boat and the children at the airbase and Job and Jesus and Muriel, Maggie and Nina and Newt and Nazis, angels and demons and humans and so many people over so many centuries who’d assumed, like Crowley, that he and the angel would just…work out some day. Would just happen.

They, like him, had just assumed that maybe the angel would love the demon just as fiercely as the demon loved the angel.

Crowley loves Aziraphale.

He can’t stop crying now, pathetic and messy and scared.

There is no Crowley without Aziraphale.

Aziraphale is gone. Who is Crowley?

The books will be sold. The coffee will be served. Heaven and Hell will keep running. Earth will spin. Humans will be born and will die and will love and learn and lose and win, and Crowley will still be alone.

It’s so unbearably….unbearable.

Being alive is so lonely.

He puts his foot on the gas.

The car, the plants, and the demon are speeding into the night, going somewhere, anywhere but here.

(read on ao3 here)

#nic writes #gos2 spoilers #angst #ineffable husbands #ineffable husbands fanfiction #good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens fanfiction #fanfiction #crowley pov #the bentley #hhhhhh im not very tickety boo

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doonarose · 3 months

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Writers Guild Cock Fight: Four Speed Manual Transmission

CW/TW: Explicit, handjobs, public sex (but not caught/exhibitionism), a vaguely sentient Bentley, sex in the Bentley

Summary: The second coming thwarted, Crowley and Aziraphale head off in the Bentley towards the South Downs. But after six thousand years of waiting, and now suddenly not having to, Crowley can't stop looking at him. When he discovers he can touch Aziraphale as well, laying a testing hand against his thigh, it becomes inevitable that they don't quite make it all the way to the cottage before having to touch each other quite a lot more.

Written for the GOAD Smut War @goodomensafterdark

Thanks: Enormous thanks to the Good Omens After Dark Writer's Guild for cheerleading this! I have a lot on my plate at the moment and they have put up with me being insufferably annoying about it! Special thanks to u/Aidaran-ao3 for letting me barge into her post time and for a last-minute beta! Also to u/Blackjeans93 for britpicking! And to u/SouthernFriedAmy and u/KotiasCamorra for betaing bits of this as it was written!

Excerpt: “How far?” Aziraphale asks, looking deliberately away from the bookshop at Crowley.

“What?”

“Your cottage?”

Crowley stops himself from correcting Aziraphale by saying ‘Your cottage’, because that’s what it is.

“An hour, tops. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”

Aziraphale nods some more and lets Crowley’s hand drop. He moves off down the street, towards the passenger side of the Bentley. Crowley stalks along behind him, hands shoved deep in his snug pockets as he contemplates this new version of reality where they can be together, in a cottage, without any of the cares that have blighted them since the beginning of time.

When he looks up, Aziraphale has the small stack of books, bound by twine, in one hand, while his other hand rests on the passenger door handle, waiting for him expectantly. Surely the Bentley could let him in if she wanted to.

Prompted, the thought occurs to him, thrills him for its instantaneous possibility even more than the idea of the cottage and the new world order and them. “Would you,” he clears his throat and looks over the top of the car, “Perhaps, like to drive?”

“Really?” Aziraphale's eyes go wide but he doesn’t say no. “Why?”

Crowley tests the water. “Our car. Innit?”

Read the rest on AO3!!

#doonas fic #good omens fic #good omens smut #ineffable smut war

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en-wheelz-me · 5 months

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#bentley #bentley blower #racing #classic #classic car #car #cars #classic racing #fast car #luxury #luxurycars #speed six #continuation series #testing

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casie-mod · 8 months

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Car enthusiasts SPEED DEMONS

How I imagine the convo between them going: Kim: That's an intriguing and handsome motor carriage you have there.

Crowley: *flashes a toothy grin* Yes, she is gorgeous, isn't she? They don't make 'em like this anymore. *gazes fondly at the Bentley before turning a closer eye to Kim's vehicle* Must say, I'm rather intrigued by your car as well . . . .

Crowley: *looks at Kineema quizzically, cocking head side to side, taking in the spindly legs, the boxy shape, the levers instead of wheel, and numerous other things that don't make sense* So how does it uh. . . .work?

Kim: *rattles off a brief manual-worthy functional description and technical specs of which he's particularly proud, which ultimately make it clear to Crowley that the machine is a death trap*

Crowley: So if you were to take just one turn a bit too sharply, the whole thing would come toppling down and just . . . explode.

Kim: Yes.

Crowley: *reflects on how he would not have been able to come up with something so damned in another six millenia* Oh.

Kim: *barest hint of a smile*

Crowley: *raises eyebrows* I will never understand you lot!

#Good Omens #Disco Elysium #Kim Kitsuragi #Crowley #the Bentley #Coupris Kineema #Casie Mod's Thingys #crossover #don't normally draw vehicles so working on these felt like I was working on driver's manuals #also anyone else notice that season 1 Bentley is grey/black but season 2 Bentley is all black?#but if there is anything that is truly damned it is the Kineema #casie's art

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secretdiaryofcrowley · 1 month

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Things To Do Today

Drive.

Just drive

Nothing else.

Waking up this morning, I knew instantly that today is a driving day. I've sobered up to get rid of the hangover, but my headache's still there and it's persistent. Should've sobered up yesterday night, but I kinda like the fuzzy head. Keeps me from thinking.

If there's enough pain in my head, I suppose, I won't worry too much about the pain in my heart.

I don't want to go anywhere near the bookshop. I don't, but I need to return the CD to Muriel before it looses its song. Still, I drive around all day to work up the courage.

The song starts five or six times while I'm driving back to Soho. I try to listen, but in the end I always turn it off. My car turns it back on. I turn it back off.

At the horizon, far beyond the end of the road, the sun's going down in a blaze of red and orange. Like the whole world was about to end in fire.

The street lanterns at Whickber Street flicker on as I pass through. The stores are closed at this hour, but there's still light in most of the restaurants and, of course, the pub.

I could go there, have a whiskey. Or I could have a bottle of wine at Marguerite's or a bottle of Tsingtao at Mr & Mrs Chen's place.

No, I can't. It would never be just one glass or one bottle. Wasting yourself on your own is fine, but not in front of people you used know. Not front of people he used to know.

If I was human, I'd probably be dead in a ditch somewhere three times over. Being who I am, I know how far I can take this. This may be the worst time, but it is certainly not the first.

It's not even the first time I got my heart ripped out, but last time happened to be a bit more literal.

Do mine eyes deceive me? There's light in the bookshop. No, not in the shop itself, but up in the flat, in the very guest room that Gabriel used to live in when he was Jim.

For a brief moment I allow myself to imagine what it would be like if Aziraphale was still in there. He'd notice I was on my way and open the door for me. And then we'd sit inside and talk about something or other, have a drink or two, and maybe talk some more. He would have a snack and I would watch him eat. He would get excited about something and bounce around and I would listen to the ridiclous sounds coming out of his mouth.

And watch his smile. That beautiful beautiful smile. And everything would just be fine for a few hours.

A familiar silhouette at the window. Muriel is sitting there, probably on the inside sill, their head bent over a book they're holding. They're a fast reader, turning the pages at a quick and steady pace.

I wonder why Muriel didn't take Aziraphale's room. It's bigger than the guest room and it's not like he'll be back anytime soon.

Angels and their faith...

I drop the CD in the letterbox inside the door, trying to avoid any noises. Back on the road, I look up to the window again.

Muriel still seems busy with their book. I hope, they read all the brilliant ones first, then the good ones before moving on to the trash that they inevitably will find.

But then, these humans never can tell the difference. Goethe's Faust was a good book. Marie Corelli's Sorrows of Satan was a brilliant one.

I cross the road and signal for my car to come pick me up. Nina is still inside her closed-for-the-night-coffee shop sitting at a table across Maggie. They're talking to each other and they both look worried.

Time to get out of here. Just as the Bentley speeds around the corner, Maggie spots me and starts waving frantically. Nina looks up, too, her expression a mix and match between a sigh of relief and a death glare.

No. No talk. I don't want to talk to any of you. I did what I came for and now I'm leaving.

Just leave me alone, all of you!

~ * ~

More Diary Parts:

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21

#crowley #good omens #aziracrow #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #crowley is a mess #aziraphale x crowley #crowley is lonely #crowley is heartbroken #crowley pushes everyone away #good omens fanfic

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maccreadysbaby · 2 months

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A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: graphic(ish) death

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

NICO ALLEN NICO ALLEN NICO ALLEN NICO ALLEN

this chapter is so JAM PACKED you’ve got info hitting you from ALL angles about ALL three of the boys… eee

also… like… they really can’t catch a break can they

part twenty-six

❝ A GLIMPSE INTO THE FUTURE(S) ❞

MONDAY — AUGUST 17 — 5:12AM

BENTLEY HAD TO HELP NICO USE HIS INHALER FOUR TIMES. He didn’t stop crying until there seemed to be no tears left in his body.

Now, it was probably an hour later, and Asten still hadn’t returned. Nico had taken up residence on the bench under the awning, looking pretty much like a sad little wet cat. He hadn’t said a word since he’d calmed down — which was fine. Bentley didn’t blame him.

It had started to sprinkle again, which made the cold even colder. The streets were hazy from a thin fog that had rolled in, making it hard to see things that were far away, and Bentley was now twice as anxious about being able to spot oncoming Vigilantes. He wasn’t sure where Asten’s house was, but he was starting to get a little worried that he hadn’t come back yet.

The only sound besides the steady, soft breeze was the repetitive tap-tap-tap of Nico’s anxiously bouncing tennis shoe.

Bentley shifted where he stood with Asten’s black backpack hanging on his shoulders. He’d thought about sitting on the bench with Nico, but he didn’t really want his butt to be wet, so he took to standing against the inside of the bus stop instead. He wished he could do more. Why did hugs seem to be the only thing he was good for anymore?

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap.

Bentley looked up into the streets beyond. What if something bad happened to Asten?

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap.

Should they go in and see? Just to make sure? Surely Nico knew where Asten lived, right?

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-

Bentley glanced over at Nico, whose incessant tapping was accelerating. The blonde was paying no mind to it, staring straight forward, stuck somewhere deep in his own thoughts.

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-

“Nico?” Bentley questioned, glancing down at his leg. It was moving so fast it looked kind of like a blur. How was he doing that? The blonde didn’t hear him — only kept staring forward.

“Nico?” He tried again. The tapping was so fast that it didn’t even sound like tapping anymore, but one, long sound. Like a hummingbird beating its wings so quickly it sounded like vibrating. Bentley blinked once, twice, counted his fingers to make sure he was awake. He was awake, and Nico’s leg was moving at an ungodly speed.

“Nico!”

“Huh?” He questioned, turning toward Bentley. Something flashed — like literally flashed — in Nico’s eyes. Something yellow, streaking across his blue irises like lightning. There was yellow lightning in Nico’s eyes that left just as quickly as it came.

Bentley must’ve made a face, because Nico looked down at himself, searching for something off. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” Bentley said a bit too quickly, glancing down the road.

“Why’d you look at me like that?” Nico questioned, looking up at Bentley. His eyes were just blue now — no lightning.

Bentley blinked, trying to gather his bearings. He didn’t just see that, did he? He had to have been, like, hallucinating or something. Right?

“Like what?” He tried.

“Like there was a bug on my face,” Nico replied, wiping at his face with his hands. “Is there a bug on my face?”

Bentley opened his mouth to reply, but a different voice pierced the air.

“Jesus! Mrs. Harrison hardly let me escape her house,”

Both Bentley and Nico turned, the latter rising from the bench on the immediate. Every hint of lingering emotion seemed to fade from Nico’s eyes when Asten approached, any hint of his earlier breakdown being skillfully wiped from his face. He turned it on, like a switch, changing from mental wreck to typical Nico in a blink. Bentley wasn’t sure why, nor was he sure if it was a good thing.

Asten stopped ahead of them, green irises flicking from one to the other. “I got a crowbar. And this article I meant to bring.”

Asten now had some kind of toolbelt on his waist that was way too big for him, where a crowbar was dangling from his torso all the way down to his knees. There were other tools there, but Bentley wasn’t quite sure what they were. He had a handful of papers in his hands, and from what Bentley could see, most of them looked like old articles that he’d printed out.

He stepped up to them and handed each of them a page. “I checked the cabins bookings again while I had my phone and, take a look at this-“ He pointed to the paper in Bentley’s hand, which had a calendar table on it. “-Davis Henderson, star Princeton student and yadda yadda had that place booked right before he went missing, too.”

Nico scrunched his face up. “How in the world did you print these out?”

“I know someone for everything, nosebleed,” Asten said, raising a brow at Nico. “I could get anything from a fake ID to a box of butterfly wings in less than thirty minutes.”

Nico blinked. “A box of butterfly wings.”

“Yeah, there’s an old woman on eighth that collects them, I think she’s kind of insane. But that doesn’t matter. Check this out,” Asten pointed to the paper in Nico’s hands. “This girl, Charlie Reins, died in a freak mine collapse on a gemstone expedition to Brazil two years ago. No body was ever recovered. Closed casket funeral.”

Bentley moved closer to Nico’s side, glancing at the photograph of a blonde girl, maybe a little older than Jason? Why did she look kind of familiar?

“A little more research revealed that-“ Asten grabbed the page from Nico and gave him a second one, with a picture of a girl and… Dr. Keene? “It was Dr. Keene’s step-daughter.”

Nico blinked. “Uh-huh. And what does this have to do with the Secret Keeper?”

Asten’s eyes flicked between them, a glint of something swirling around deep in his irises. “Well… I don’t actually know. But I thought it was interesting.”

Bentley glanced down at the pages, watching as the letters suddenly began to swim around like they were in water. He blinked twice as a dull ache surfaced at the back of his skull. Someone was talking — he couldn’t hear them. The dull colors around them mixed into an indiscernible blur, and he could feel someone touching him, he could feel himself moving.

“Don’t worry, babybird. I won’t tell your secrets,”

And the ground fell out from under him.

When he stopped falling, he was in a car.

He blinked a few times, trying to right his teetering mind. Everything was sort of spinning, still, and the rocking of the vehicle wasn’t helping. It made him feel like he was going to throw up. Had he passed out? Was he being taken home?

Asten was sitting — no, laying next to him, curled in a small ball in the rightmost car seat. Dumbly, Bentley reached for the older boy, and his hand moved and moved and moved until his arm couldn’t go any farther, but he still wasn’t touching him. He was right there but Bentley couldn’t touch him.

“Asten. What happened? Where’s Nico?” He tried. The outside world passed in pitch black blurs, only illuminated dimly by the car’s headlights. There were two people in the front seats — a man and a woman. Bentley couldn’t look at them very long, because the brightness of the headlights was making his head hurt worse. Asten didn’t move, nor did he respond.

The woman, however, turned from her spot in the passengers seat. She didn’t seem to see Bentley. “Está tudo bem, amor, estamos quase lá.”

Bentley winced when another stabbing pain shot through his head. It’s okay, baby, we’re almost there.

He looked up at the woman, at her unmistakably green eyes. She was speaking in Portuguese but… Bentley… he knew what she was saying. How did he know what she was saying?

“Dói tanto mãe... por favor, faça isso parar,” Asten replied, and Bentley only noticed right then that he was… crying. Curled up in the car seat and crying.

It hurts so bad, mom, please make it stop.

“Tem que ser o apêndice dele, é tudo que sei que pode causar tanta dor,” The man said softly, leaning a little toward the woman in the seat next to him. Were these Asten’s parents?

It has to be his appendix, it's all I know that can cause so much pain.

“Acalme-se amor, você vai assustá-lo,” His mother replied. Calm down, love, you’ll scare him. Then she turned back to Asten, a petite hand finding its way between the seats to rest in his blue hair. “Você vai ficar bem, querido, só mais alguns minutos.”

You’ll be okay, baby, just a few more minutes.

Bentley brought a hand up to his skull, wincing when the pain behind his eyes heightened at the slightest touch. “Asten…?”

The older boy did move, that time. But it wasn’t in response to Bentley’s call, it was in response to his mother’s hands that were beckoning him forward. He looked younger.

“Venha aqui Asten, você ficará bem,” Come here, Asten, you’ll be okay.

Bentley watched in silence as Asten summoned all the strength he had left to climb over the center console into his mother’s arms. It was nothing short of pitiful — he was sobbing from whatever pain he was in, and his mother couldn’t really do much about it except hold him.

Bentley winced again when his head throbbed rather spectacularly, his vision blurring and then returning to normal a few times in a row. “Bruce?”

“Honey, stop!” Asten’s mother shouted rather loudly in English, causing everybody in the car, including Bentley, to leap out of their skin.

There was a girl standing in the middle of the road.

It was…

The Secret Keeper, in all her glory. Smiling at them with her twisted smile that looked gruesome and terrifying as usual, with her glowing amber eyes that only appeared when it was too late.

Asten’s father swerved into the other lane to miss her.

No one had a second to react before the car rammed into the front of an oncoming semi-truck, and Bentley’s ears rang deafeningly loud, his vision turned into nothing more than a blur of white. It felt like someone was stabbing a hatchet into his skull.

He opened his eyes. When had he closed them? He didn’t know. What he did know was that his head hurt so bad, and all he could see was white.

He looked down. He was standing on white — a solid white floor. He was still wearing the old black jacket and red tennis shoes. He was in a white box: white walls, white ceiling, white floor.

He turned, and the Secret Keeper was staring at him.

Bentley screamed, his heart immediately starting to hammer behind his ribcage as he scurried to get away from her. She didn’t pursue him, didn’t chase, just stood. Smiling.

“The past is a fickle thing,” Her voice came, but her mouth didn’t move. Bentley moved away until he found himself pressed into the furthest corner of the white room, as far from her as he could be.

“I can see your memories, babybird, but I can also see your future. Every possible variation,”

A gray smoke appeared, hovering over the floor only feet from Bentley. It swirled like storm clouds until it rose into a spinning pillar. After a moment, the smoke faded away, and a gravestone was left in its wake; a gravestone with the words Bentley Whittaker — ten years old engraved on it. A church bell that didn’t exist rang in the distance, and Bentley tried to push himself further into the wall.

And suddenly, the wall was gone. He stumbled backward a solid five steps before he was able to regain his balance, turning back to face the supervillain.

The Secret Keeper was gone, too.

“Coming, Robin?”

It wasn’t her voice coming from behind him, but Tim’s. Bentley turned. Tim was standing far off in the white room (Abyss? He couldn’t see walls anymore), wearing a suit that was very much not his Red Robin suit, but a solid black cloak that starkly contrasted the rest of the white everything Bentley could see.

Robin faded into view a few dozen feet from him, in a suit that seemed… somehow familiar, but also brand new. It only had two colors as opposed to the typical three or four — black and yellow, just like the bird. The black hood of the cape was tugged over Robin’s head. A glass case appeared in front of him, holding what looked like Dick’s Nightwing suit.

Tim stepped forward, the cape of his Batman suit dragging the floor. He rested a black-gloved hand on Robin’s shoulder. “Bentley?”

Robin turned, and Bentley blinked.

He was staring at himself. Older, thirteen or fourteen, maybe, with a black domino mask clutched tightly in his left hand.

“Yeah, I’m coming,” The other Bentley replied, bringing his Robin mask up and resting it on his face.

One variation of his future was… for him to be Robin to Tim’s Batman?

He and Tim faded away in clouds of gray smoke. The Secret Keeper’s voice came: “The good variations… the bad.”

“C’mon, Bentley, c’mon, c’mon…” Another voice that wasn’t her’s echoed around the white chasm. Bentley turned, inhaling sharply when he saw himself… dead.

He… or… another Bentley was hanging slack in someone’s arms. His face was pale and lifeless, brown, glassy eyes staring at nothing. He was wearing a Robin suit — Damian’s old one, that Bruce had just made a replacement for — and there was…

God, he felt like he was going to throw up. There was a huge, jagged piece of metal debris sticking out of the other Bentley’s stomach, coating the entire midsection of the Robin suit in crimson. Jason was the one holding him, in his Red Hood get-up minus the helmet, and they were standing in what looked to be… a pool of glowing green water?

“C’mon!” Jason shouted at no one in particular. “You saved me, so save him!”

Bruce came into the scene, drifting up next to Jason in the pool. “You’ve been in here for hours. He’s gone, Jay.”

Bentley’s head throbbed as he stared into his own lifeless eyes for what seemed like forever, until that, too, faded into smoke.

“Even the ugliest variations. I can see them all,” Her voice came.

“Puppeteer!”

Bentley whipped around again, and standing a few dozen feet ahead of him, was his father. Laying limp at his father’s feet was Damian, in his new black Robin suit. The white floor beneath him was stained and streaked with blood, and his suit and mask had been burned and torn, leaving seared and ripped flesh in its wake. He was gasping for breath, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood that made Bentley’s head swirl.

Another Bentley came into view, sauntering up behind his father. Their red hair and brown eyes matched in a way that made him feel sick. They were each wearing suits. Full-blown tuxedos. His father pulled a pistol from a holster on his side, chambering a round and flicking the safety off. Then he held it over to the other Bentley.

“The last bird is yours,”

The scene seemed to expand, and several more battered and bloody corpses came into view — Jason, Dick, Tim, Bruce, Steph, Duke, Bruce, Cass, Barbara, even Alfred.

Bentley watched with mounting horror as the other Bentley — the Puppeteer — took the gun in his small fingers and aimed it at Damian’s head.

His own voice made his ears itch like nails on a chalkboard. “See you on the other side, Babybird.”

BAM!

Bentley — the Bentley, the only Bentley — snapped his eyes shut as the resounding gunshot echoed through the white, a soft whine escaping his lips. He wanted to throw up. He wanted to pass out. He wanted Bruce.

When he worked up the courage to open his eyes again, all of his possible futures were gone, and the Secret Keeper was standing mere feet from his face.

“Your future rides on what you choose when you wake up. Remember that,”

Pain. Searing pain, like a million red hot knives were penetrating straight into his brain. Bentley screamed. Couldn’t see anything. Felt something cold. God, he was so cold. He was so cold. Where was Bruce?

“Bentley, buddy, please wake up,”

He was so cold.

“I knew we shouldn’t have left!”

“This could’ve happened even if he was at home!”

“Well, he’s not at home!”

Bentley was so cold.

“Oh my God, Bentley!”

When he peeled his eyes open, Asten and Nico’s faces were both hovering ominously above him. The light from the single flickering streetlamp shined behind them like some kind of indecisive halo, coming and going, making Bentley’s head hurt even worse, if that was possible. The nights sky was still shining above them.

He was soaking wet. They all were, actually. It was pouring rain now, and Bentley was laying on the sidewalk. Well… not just laying, but shaking — trembling like a leaf, actually, and only when he hiccuped pitifully did he realize he was crying.

He felt like he got hit by a truck.

He tried to push himself upright, but his mind swirled and left him nothing but nauseous.

“You probably shouldn’t move too much,” Asten suggested. “You look like you might hurl.”

He felt like he might hurl. The Secret Keeper could see the future. His future. All of them. Him dying, him being Robin, him being the Pupeteer… And he could… he… he…

The Secret Keeper was the reason Asten’s parents died.

That’s why he was so hellbent on killing her.

Bentley buried his face in his hands with a low noise.

“We should just go home. I knew something like this was going to happen,” Nico muttered. It was only then that Bentley felt a hand beneath his head, keeping it from resting on the pavement.

He blinked a few times, pushing his hands against his eyes in a futile attempt to make the tears stop. “What… happened?” The force it took to push the words out made the pain in his head triple, and he audibly winced.

“You… your eyes… they turned amber. And then you passed out,” Asten explained softly, his stringy, wet blue hair dripping rainwater. “What did you see?”

Bentley shook his head to dismiss him, but it ended up being a terrible mistake. It just made everything spin. And he was so cold.

“Let’s take you back to the Manor,” Asten said, a gentle hand resting on Bentley’s left shoulder.

The Secret Keeper… had said what he chose to do next would impact his future.

Maybe she was trying to scare them off. Maybe they really were on her trail.

He couldn’t go home yet.

“No,” Bentley argued, blinking a few times. Their faces went in and out of focus, and even though most of his mind was writhing, he breathed in deep. “No, I’ll be okay. We have to find her. I just… I just… need a few minutes. I’m okay.”

Asten grimaced and glanced over at Nico. The blonde looked back at him, an expression of pity and understanding painted across his features. “Look, I’m all for pushing through the worst of times, but you really don’t look good, dude.”

“No. I’m… okay, I just… don’t feel very good. Right now. I’ll be okay. Just… just give me a minute,”

He almost sighed in relief when he felt Nico’s hand brush his hair away from his face. It made him miss Bruce. He was so cold.

“Just give me a minute. I’ll be okay. I’m okay…”

Bentley curled up against Nico’s knees and cried.

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