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#i've said it before and i'll say it again: cassandra!!!! and so... and so he knows the genre
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Batfamily Presentation Night - Pizza - Cass
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Cass: I'll go :)
Duke: Uh-oh.
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Tim: Interested to see where this one goes.
Duke: Is this cheating? This feels like cheating.
Jason: When did you make this?
Cass: Before today. :)
Jason: I shouldn't be surprised.
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Damian: That is a very useful visual.
Steph: I have nothing to say.
Duke: A good, hardworking employee.
Tim: We should get a cat and name it Cheese.
Damian: That is a horrible name for a cat.
Bruce: No.
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Jason: Wh -
Duke: Are those turtles???
Bruce: Where did you get this image.
Cass: :)
Jason: B you have to explain.
Bruce: Cassandra.
Tim: So Bruce can have pet turtles, but when we do it's a problem? I see how it is.
Steph: Tim this is the perfect opportunity to go on your Jason Arc.
Jason: Your what?
Dick: Oh, I remember them! Those are the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! They're vigilantes in New York. Super cool guys. Have a bit of an addiction to pizza, though.
Cass: And the sewers.
Dick: Yeah they live in sewers, it's kinda gross, but they're nice.
Jason: Please tell me this photo isn't in the New York sewers.
Tim: The rats, the rats... we're the rats...
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Dick: Oh, that's a good one of me.
Bruce: Dick.
Dick: If you mention the rules about eating on patrol I will throw a fork at you.
Steph: Haven't we already discussed that, Bruce?
Dick: Y- WAIT!
Jason: [cackling]
Dick: So you HAVE been stealing my pizza??
[general laughter]
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Steph: Why does that image look so sad...
Babs: Don't diss the deep dish.
Jason: Steph, you're not gonna say ANYTHING about the order it's in?
Steph: Nah it looks fine.
Duke: This is favouritism.
Steph: Sauce on top of cheese is a far cry from PINEAPPLE, DUKE.
Duke: It's good!!
Jason: It's not.
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Jason: Wh-
Tim: Why are you so angry... What did that burger do to you...
Jason: CASS??
Cass: :)
Jason: I can't believe I have to move AGAIN.
Dick: You don't have to move every time we find your apartment.
Jason: It's called PRIVACY, DICK.
Duke: I'm unsure if I should be more concerned about what "Nemo" means or the Pinterest deck.
Jason: Pintrest deck?
Tim: [wheezes]
Dick: Nemo... does Jason eat goldfish crackers on his pizza??
Jason: GOLDFISH? Have you NEVER seen the movie finding Nemo?
Dick: I don't remember what kind of fish he is. Sorry for not having that information STORED AWAY in my brain.
Jason: It's a clownfish, Dick. Kind of like you.
Dick: I'm more of a Dory, I think.
Jason: No, you're those annoying ass seagulls.
Steph: Mine? Mine?
Cass: :)
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Steph: EXCUSE ME?
Jason: Digiorno? You WILLINGLY eat DIGIORNO??
Steph: NOT ALL OF US HAVE THE TIME OR SKILL TO HARVEST AND PREPARE THEIR OWN PIZZAS, JASON
Jason: SO BUY SOME.
Dick: There's a really good pizza place on Poplar called Moe's. They give me free pizza.
Jason: Moe's is shit and you know it. I'd eat fucking Dominoes before I eat Moe's.
Dick: YOU TAKE THAT BACK!
Steph: Fight fight fight fight!
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Duke: [wheezing]
Tim: Huh what?
Jason: I think I'm gonna be sick.
Dick: It could be worse.
Jason: I don't think it can get any worse than this. I can't believe we're related.
Babs: Y-
Dick: ANYWAYS.
Steph: Tim, you need help.
Duke: He's not the only one.
Steph: Duke, I take back everything I've said about your taste in pizza, this is a war crime.
Duke: This feels backhanded somehow.
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Duke: Oh.
Jason: Hm.
Duke: I'll take it.
Steph: THREE STARS?? AND I ONLY GOT TWO???
Duke: L.
Steph: I'm going to unionize against Duke's union.
Bruce: Duke's what?
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Jason: Pesto?
Cass: Hm?
Jason: Green pizza sauce. Was it pesto? Tastes like herbs, really notably the basil. It's alright. Not my favourite, but it's alright.
Cass: ...Yes. I think so.
Damian: Only four stars... what do I have to do to receive five stars?
Duke: Dude, are you trying to RIG the competition?
Dick: It's okay Dami, we tied!
Damian: I wish crush all of your pizza flavours.
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Jason: There's the answer, kid.
Damian: Hn.
Duke: I smell bias.
Steph: No, no, she's got a point.
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Duke: I feel enlightened. Good presentation, 7/10.
Jason: [muttering] So tired of fucking moving...
Dick: You don't have to move, little wing.
Jason: Fuck off.
Steph: I am going to hold off making my judgements but all of you know that Cass's presentation is the best.
Damian: I will go next, as mine is the objectively superior one.
TO BE CONTINUED?
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verosvault · 27 days
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🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 6🚨
Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"
Episode 6 "Party Politics"
Timestamp: 1:31:25
Video Length: 4min. & 49sec.
Kristen and Tracker's Phone Call (1/3 | ‣2/3 | 3/3)
Tracker: "So you don't want me to, but you're saying I don't need your permission."
Kristen: "Yeah, I'm just saying, I got a lot on my plate right now, and so I'm not really in a mental state to be like, 'I am so happy for you,' the way that maybe I would like to be. I just am like, you know."
Tracker: "Yeah, I wanna make...Well, I'm really sorry, and I'm sorry that Cassandra is-"
Kristen tells Tracker that Cassandra is dead and she saw Yes! And that it was rotting and she banished it before she could ask it a question 'cause she's an idiot. 😭✋
Tracker: "Can you even cast spells right now?"
Kristen: "No."
Tracker: "What's gonna happen with you and Aguefort?"
Kristen tells Tracker that she's gonna be president! 😭✋
The awesome caption team: (players snickering) 😭✋
Brennan: "There is a long silence. A loooong silence." 😂😂💀💀
Murph covering his face! 😭✋
Brennan laughing a little 😂🤣💀
Ally: "Kristen really just gassed herself up, actually. Now, she's standing up on a couch on the phone."
Fabian: "Get down! Get down off the couch!"
Kristen giving Fabian the bird! 😭✋
Zac: "All of us are just watching you." 💀💀✋✋
Emily's laughter! 😂🤣
Siobhan: "You're doing really good."
Ally: "I'm kinda holding my hand like Napoleon. Is this how Napoleon did it?" 😭✋
Fabian: "Kristen, get down."
Kristen: "Sorry, I have a lot of adrenaline coursing through my veins."
Tracker: "Yeah, that's sorta playful in a way that I'm not feeling right now."
Kristen: "Ooh! Oh, I'm sorry. Yeah, I was completely honest, I'm having an awful night. And so tonight's not really the night to give you a really honest answer about our relationship." 😭✋ (The voice crack on the "I'm Sorry" made it sound kinda insincere! I'm crying so hard fr! 😭✋)
Tracker: "Great, okay."
Kristen: "Is that all you wanted to ask? If you could post about your girlfriend?"
Tracker: "Yeah." (THE FACE BRENNAN MAKES! 😭✋ YELLING CRYING SOBBING! 😭✋)
Kristen: "Okay."
Tracker: "Yeah."
Kristen: "I think you should just do it, and I'll figure out a way with the tools that I have, which are throwing myself into this campaign and talking to Jawbone as much as possible."
Lou's reaction and the way he laughs during this is concerning me 😂😂💀💀
Tracker: "Okay. Well-"
Kristen: "Can I ask you a question?"
Tracker: "Yeah, yeah."
Kristen: "Your church is thriving. You're doing so good."
Tracker: "Yeah."
Kristen: "And mine is really, really bad. So bad. How did you pick the moon, and do you ever think about just dropping it and starting a whole new thing that you kinda made up yourself?"
Tracker: "Look, there were a lot of things about how you chose to be a cleric that I wouldn't have said while we were together, because we were together and I wanted to be supportive. And I'm not gonna say them now, when you're really low. But probably some of the stuff you need to hear is gonna be not that fun to hear. Yeah, my church is thriving, and I've never thought about abandoning Galicaea. We're changing the nature of how people relate to this goddess, and if I didn't do it, she would be the version you saw in the nightmare forest forever. She deserves people that understand her as she once was and as she can be again. And frankly, it's thriving now, but it wasn't four months ago. And there were hard, hard parts and there's still a long ******* way to go. And frankly, Kristen, I don't think you've ever dealt with Helio. You were like, yeah, this is ******** and I'm leaving, but you never grappled with the parts of it that ******* worked for you. You were chosen. All you had to do was do the **** everybody always said you were gonna do. And then you wandered out into the wilderness where you had to make meaning for yourself, and the truth is, Kristen, as much as you 'like the idea of making meaning,' you don't wanna do it 'cause it's hard."
Kristen: "Yeah, my work ethic's been bad. But Helio was so annoying."
Tracker: "You leaving Helio was the right choice for you, but the issue is, you wanted something Helio-shaped. You wanted something where the engine was already running and all the machinery was there, and you could just step in and have a waiting flock ready to raise their hands up and say, 'This is the chosen one.' And then you made a god out of block letters, and it died on the day you made it."
Kristen: "Wow."
Tracker: "That's true! It's ****** up!"
Kristen: "Wow."
Tracker: "I don't even know if you could go find another god. Your last two gods died!"
Kristen: "I..." *laughs* "Okay, I just-"
Tracker: "You know how rare it is for a god to die?"
Kristen: "Yeah."
Tracker: "Your last two! In high school!"
Kristen: "Maybe she had a shrimp allergy. You don't ******* know!" 😭😭✋✋
Brennan's laugh! And then Murph and Lou's reactions! 😭😭✋✋
This whole interaction made me AN ABSOLUTE MESS!!! 😭😭✋✋
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rezonan · 10 months
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Cool new blog you're starting here, really liked your Red Hood post. So wanted to ask, what you would do with Tim Drake? Since your whole but about ways for Jason to move as a character interested me
How i would move Tim Drake as a character
I have no idea.
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First question on this blog and I don't have a concrete answer for it, so I'll do what I do best and ramble.
My thoughts on Tim and why he's stuck in the first place
This might be a long section. There's a TLDR at the end if you want a summary of all this and just wanna know what I would do with him
So here's the thing, while I have been keeping up with comic lore and stories through wikis and the like for years since 2016 back when I was 10, I never actually read comics consistently at least as a hobby untill about a year and a half ago. In all those comics, I've only just seen the appeal of tim as a character, I just made a blog post talking about that not too long ago. Not to say I don't like him, I definitely do now, that's for sure. (Also wanna say to bare in mind I don't have universal knowledge of the character so give me some slack.)
So thing is, DC is stuck with him as a character, from what I can get from interviews and the older robin stuff, Tim was supposed to be the 'normal one', unlike Jason or Dick he wasn't brought into this life through tragedy, he went into the life because he wanted to and got into Into a lot of tragedies in a kind of reverse way. Which like I said before, is a beautiful piece.
He also was supposed to BE robin, as in he is THE robin, a lot of comics I've read of him so far before Damian (who we'll get to in a bit), he just seemed to feel like he would always be Robin, he was in universe from what I can see the best one to the point an out of character batman used bus girlfriend to get him back, Dick even said it once I think that he was the best robin, it kinda felt like he was always gonna be Robin and kinda grow the role past the sidekick status, I mean the man actually made the costume cool for the first time.
Then Damian showed up.
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Now I don't have a definitive ranking of the robins but I wouldn't be surprised Damian is on top, he fits the asshole trying to be better archetype that I am a sucker for, I liked his stuff with Dick even if I haven't read a lot of it and bus arrogance while annoying to some with the good writers is just plain funny to me and like most of the Batfamily is badass. It also helps I grew up with the DCAMU movies where he was basically the main character.
But he kinda screwed Tim over. All that stuff I said about Tim growing the Robin role or any of that. GONE, I wouldn't say it was intentional on anyone's parts but it still happened.
In Red Robin #1, Tim’s Storyline following the Battle for the Cowl, Tim sees Damian in the Robin costume and that Dick has chosen him to be Robin. And you can really feel what I mean when I say Damian basically took what Tim had going for him at the time.
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(lol early Damian was a dick)
Doesn't help that said DCAMU movies I mentioned basically omitted Tim meaning an entire generation of people (like me) didn't even know the dude existed. So now his identity as Robin was basically taken from him in the public eye, Dick had Nightwing and Jason has Red Hood, Damian is Robin now. And Tim is ... Red Robin? I'll get to that name but I wanna make another point.
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Coming back to him being the 'Normal one' I meant not only that he was the dude who wanted to get into the hero life without tragedy or anything (which I'm now realizing is kinda a rehash of Barbara Gordon but whatever, I like Damian and his basically a male Cassandra at times) but it was also the fact he wasn't a orphan, yeah again Barbara again did this somewhat but her dad was Commissioner Gordon, Tim(forgive me if I make a mistake guys) had a normal dad and school life and everything. He was just a normal high school kid like you and me who just happened to be a crime fighting badass, kinda like Spider-Man.
Untill multiple tragedies struck and he did become an orphan
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Now while in my ramblings I should have mentioned this before the Damian post, DC has taken another thing that set Tim apart from the rest of the robins away. So DC gets Bruce to adopt him, which I love but again, the uniqueness is gone a bit.
So now with have a Robin-less, orphan Tim. (Not sure if he's currently Robin or not, the costume confuses me).
So DC just has nowhere to go with him, they can't make him robin and bringing his dad back would be reductant. So that's where sigh... Red Robin comes along.
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So at this point, Tim takes on a new identity and series written by Yost (one of my favorite writers) and it's awesome so far, Tim's smart and detective-like and god that costume just great.
(yes I know that's Jason in the costume but that's a point I'm gonna bring up)
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But it also drops another issue with DC and it's direction with him.
I'm sure you've heard of the whole 'All the other robins graduated into better names, even his girlfriend but Tim still has robin in his name's and honestly I freaking agree. It just doesn't separate hum from robin enough for it to really catch on or make him look like he's a new entity. The costume is great but here's the thing.
Tim is the 3rd person to use it. It was originally created in Kingdom come for that universes Dick to use and then by Jason in countdown. So now we have Tim inheriting another costume from his two brothers and it just doesn't work for me
So over the years especially post New 52, DC has been making multiple attempts to go with the character from a costume change to naming him..... Drake??? Who did that anyway?? Dumb
They also made him come out as bisexual which I think is a cool change(I didn't 2 years ago but I was a shit person back then), it makes him more diverse and basically opened his character to a new market. The results and execution of this change has been... Interesting (WHY DID THEY BREAK HIM UP WITH STEPH AND WHY DOES BERNARD EXIST SO BORING!!)
So Tldr: DC got rid of what of what made his character orginally unique for the most part and removed his brand as the current Robin from him and haven't come up with a convincing replacement for a name and direction to take him.
What I would do with Tim
Again not sure since I still haven't read enough to make good judgement calls but there has been this idea in my head for a while now.
Tim Post-Red Robin was interesting mentally, I've talk about how he was so screwed by god at that point in my Tim Drake post. His friends and family even wanting to get him to have therapy.
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I read a cool fic called 'New 52 redux' where the new 52 doesn't happen and he attempts suicide, he certainly feels suicidal or at least depressed in this comic, at least I think so, hope I'm not projecting on him there.
He feels like he thinks no one is on his side anymore in his mind, getting paranoid, cold Aka like Bruce, he was acting like Bruce in this run to me. Which was an interesting development since if you read the comics around the early 2000s you would think he would grow into the opposite.
So here's my idea, they lean into this identity Crisis and slow degrade into Bruce at his worst and take him to Hub City, the worst city in DC, yes even worse than Gotham. The question's orginal city that was so bad he quit for his own sanity.
A city so bad that homeless people used dead babies to beg for cash.
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I would also give him a new name. Some of the fanon ones I see are pretty cool, Cardinal, Grey Ghost, Gotham Knight etc love em and any would be fine.
So the idea here is that Tim in his Post-Crisis Red Robin mental state, basically tries to singlehandedly take the city from crime, just like Bruce, leaning into how close they were acting but also wanting to prove to everyone else that he can be just as good as Bruce was. Get him to start a business hw would grow as the city moved on and use to profits to improve the city, would be incredibly depressing and brooding.
From there you can either show he's fighting a losing battle and make Tim fall more into his hole of mental issues and Bruce like behavior of pushing others away or let him actually start to win and feel better about himself and start to open up with his family and accept help. Then do the usually status quo stories in hub city.
Of course as usual I have another idea, If most of young justice are dead like I think they were at this time(Retcons and all that make this hard), try and set up a new hero team somewhere, in which he leads the next set of young heroes to avoid all the mistakes he faced as a hero.
Welp that was longer than I thought, hope that satisfied tour question.
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strawberrrier · 1 year
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Home Again
Jason Todd X Plus Size reader
Death, loss, grief, trauma. Fem reader, she/her
Chapter One
"What? In the Wayne manor, where you live and work?....What? I could just stay in an apartment or hotel, I don't want to be a bother to you and the Wayne family."
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Wayne's
"I take it the patrol went well," Alfred says, as he continues to set up the table, side glancing everyone as they sit on their chairs, looking clean and not single scratch on them.
"Boring, you mean." Jason huffs. Bruce cleared his throat at this, he would say that.
"Just as it has been these past few days...some muggers, bank robbers, car theft. It's rather...quiet." Damian cautiously says, all of them agreeing except Alfred and Bruce, unfazed they were by the sentiment. Used to how the natural things are in Gotham.
Dinner started and they went on with their usual night.
The manor was now sleeping, well of course, except for Tim, Damian, Cassandra, probably Stephanie. But Alfred was still fixing himself up to go to be, all from after cleaning the kitchen and tending to whatever they need. As he got out from his bathroom, freshly showered. The telephone on his table, rang. He picked up the phone and spoke, 'Good evening, who am I speaking to?" On the table, there were a picture of his parents, another frame was Bruce and him along with his children. The last frame beside it was a picture of his friend and a little girl.
"Alfred, it's me, Y/N." The voice of someone he hasn't heard for a long time, surprised him.
"Y/N?" He questions, a bit shocked and confused.
"Yes, yes, it's me" She chuckles, although Alfred noticed that her voice sounds a bit off.
"I'm sorry to call so suddenly," She started.
"Don't be, my dear, you know you can always call me anytime. Is everything alright? How is your mother?" Alfred asks, fear starting to arise in him as he puzzles everything. Late at night, she calls suddenly, her sounding distraught.
"Alfred," she breathes, deep long breathes could be heard at the end of his line. "She...she got mugged, three men on drugs." She paused. Alfred has always felt the feeling of his heart dropped every time something bad happened to his people, he could never be used to it, but now it felt like it was the first time again. "They stabbed her, before she got taken to a hospital, she was already gone."
Every words heavy from how she said it and quiet. Alfred lost his composure, putting his hand on his forehead as he knelt down, disbelief all over him. Words couldn't be formed. So he stayed like that, processing the dreadful news, he struggled to. Alfred has always been the wisest and prepared to what to say in trying times but right now, he was lost. But he needed to be there.
"How is everything? How are you?" He asks, trying to collect his breath.
"It happened last night, I've only called you now as I was busy too much fixing all whatever needs to be done. Her attackers have already been arrested as they left one of their pouch with drugs in it and one of their fingerprints. Her friends have helped me with everything. The funeral is in two days-"
"My dear...how are you?" Alfred asks again, not wanting to hear more of it. She manages to laugh a little, getting his tone.
"Everyone has been here, dreadful but they're here. My mother's friends and mine. I'm trying." She says, Alfred nodded, glad she was not alone. There were a lot unsaid words that needed to be said but both thought it was best left for later .
"I'll be there, my dear, I'll be there" Alfred tells, assuring her. For now, that was everything to be known.
His room was filled with silent cries. Feeling his heart so heavy, as if it was eating itself. Pain took over the night.
The morning he woke up, he chose. To be there for the child of his friend. To not lose himself.
As he was preparing for the day to begin, with him cooking in the kitchen. His mind brought him back to the past. One which where he was young when he met his friend, a friend who'd be so dear to him, who'd be so far from him.
He needed to tell Bruce of the matter, as well something that came to him just now. He knocks the door of Bruce's bedroom and entered himself to find him already awake.
"Good morning, Master Bruce. I'm glad you're already awake. I need to discuss something with you" He tells, closing the door and handing the coffee he made to Bruce.
Bruce furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to why Alfred looked too serious on a fine morning. He thought if he did anything that could put him into trouble. Before he could speak as he sat on his chair, Alfred did, awhile walking to the windows.
"I received a call last night, Y/N, the daughter of my friend, Amelia. Her mother.'' He says, still grasping the reality. "Amelia...has passed away two days ago. She got mugged and stabbed," Alfred trailed. There was anger in him as he thought of it but he didn't show it.
Bruce, shocked, he leaned back on the chair. "How..how are you?" He asks unsurely. Bruce knew of his friend, Alfred had mentioned her a time before, but he knew little yet still know the woman is special to him.
Alfred smiled a little as he remembers the same thing he asked Y/N. "Grieving, I suppose. I'm having trouble grasping it," Alfred replies, telling only the truth.
"And what of her daughter? How is she?"
"She has her friends and the friends of her mother with her. She is only doing good, I hope. The funeral is in two days, I need-"
"We'll go with you, all of us." Bruce cuts him off before he could finish. Alfred nodded, smiling. He hasn't stepped away from the window, still looking outside.
"What is it, Alfred? Tell me, is there anything I could help with?" Bruce asks, sensing there were more for Alfred that he wants to say.
"It's been so long since Amelia and I have seen each other," Alfred says, he chuckles, turning to Bruce. "I have never actually told you about her, haven't I?"
   
Bruce met his tone, agreeing, "No, I remember you only telling me that she's your friend, you met when you were both young, that was it."
Bruce can still remember the fondness in Alfred's face when he was speaking of her, even for only a short moment.
"It was a year, the time we had together before I left England. Such a short time it was but we had the most good times. It was difficult to say goodbye but we did. Years after, we drifted apart, just like that. I still thought of her but I was young, I didn't think much of bonds and connections back then. When I came back there, I wanted to find her, that I did, she had her child then, Y/N. We reconnected, I suppose, as if nothing has changed. When I left it was years after that I came back there again, that was a year now. But time to time, we still talked" Alfred says his story, the fondness that once Bruce saw back then, now on his face again.
"I loved her like a sister." He says softly, Bruce smiled at him, happy that he finally spoke of someone special to him.
Alfred looks at his watch, knowing some of the kids will be up from their beds. "If you follow me, I still have something to talk to you of," he said, walking out of Bruce's room and headed to the kitchen, Bruce following.
"I'll ask boldly, Master Bruce. I haven't been in contact with Y/N for a while but now that her mother is gone, I know she'll be living alone, it has always been Amelia and her living together," Alfred begins as they walk together. Bruce nodded, getting where the conversation gonna go.
"You want her to stay here for a while?" Bruce asks but it was more of a conclusion rather than a question.
"Precisely. It has been quite some time since we've seen each other and she has said before she always wanted to visit me, so-"
"Alfred, it's okay. She can stay here, you both need each other. She'll stay here for as long as you both need." Bruce assures, and they arrived in the kitchen. Bruce thought it was the least he could do for him, after all he knew of the pain of losing someone.
"Thank you," Alfred says as he begins to do what he needed to do for breakfast. "I have yet to talk to her about it but I hope very much so she'll agree...I do miss her." He confessed.
"I'm sure she does too." Bruce patted his shoulder as he sat down on a chair.
"I didn't mean to eavesdrop but you two seemed to have a serious conversation, so I might have heard things more than I should have." Appearing out of nowhere was Damian, looking already cleaned up. He was always one of the few to wake up early.
Bruce rolled his eyes at his son, knowing he did mean to listen to them. "I'm sure you didn't mean to, young master," Sarcasm and tease in Alfred's voice as he starts to prepare Damian's food. Damian tried to hide that he was caught, he tried.
"So, who is this person that's going to stay here?" Damian asked bluntly, Alfred only smiled at his curiosity, he heard Bruce sighed before speaking up.
"And good morning to you too, Damian. We'll all talk about it later when everyone is done with breakfast." That was all Bruce told him and continued to eat, ignoring the frown of his youngest beside him.
One by one they came down to have their breakfast, Tim had to be woken up by Alfred which was followed by a lot of whining and groaning from him. Both the parental figures were glad Jason stayed for the night as he usually doesn't.
It was normal, them bickering back and forth, few yellings, but despite Alfred's usual ritual, they have noticed he was quiet, all except Bruce, of course, sensed there were something wrong. With Damian's mood sour than usual, they all confirmed that there is something going on.
Damian who had enough of his curiosity eating him and noticed all his siblings was done eating, spoke up.
"Now that we're done eating, can you tell us now?" Damian demands as he crossed his arms over him. All their conversations was broken up by this and turned to Damian.
"Tell us what?" Dick asks his younger brother, his eyes followed Damian's which was on Bruce, the others did too.
Bruce sighed again because of his youngest as he put down the newspaper he was reading. "This is no place to discuss such things but since you needily insists." He eyed Damian and turned to Alfred, looking apologetically at him.
Alfred muttered a small "nonsense" under his breath and prepared himself. "A dear friend of mine, Amelia Y/L/N, she passed away two days ago. She was mugged, unfortunately, she was stabbed too." Alfred maintained his composure but distress was heard in his voice and shown in his face. There were no need to hide this.
And so that's how their morning went, Alfred telling of what needs to be said. Damian felt guilty that he pressed the subject earlier. Seeing their beloved butler, more so their grafather in a sad state, more gentle than he is, they felt little. When Bruce spoke of the possibility of Y/N staying in the manor for a while, they were hesitant of the idea, they stood quiet for a moment, Alfred then opened up more about it to which of them understanding the  situation. Then it was agreed they were to flyto England together.
The night took over again. When they got home from the patrol, Damian ran straight to the kitchen, he found Alfred and jumped to him. Hugging him so suddenly that the plates in Alfred's hand almost fell, confused he was but hugged the boy back. Everyone then followed, Dick was the second, squeezing both of them to Alfred laughing. With all the kids hugging Alfred, Jason was the last as for Bruce, he was by the door, watching them so adoringly.
"We're here, Alfred." Jason speaks, each still in their hold. They all muttered, whispered, nodded to the same thing. Alfred swells at their gesture and comfort.
Dinner was more lively than usual.
In Alfred's room, he dialed Y/N's number, his telephone rang and she answered, "Y/N?"
"Alfred? I was just about to call you." She says, chuckling a little.
He laughs as well, "How are you anyway, my dear?"
"Still the same, trying. You?" She asks back
     
Alfred sighs, sitting down on his bed. "I...I still find it difficult to believe." Ever since Y/N called, the tragedy hasn't left Alfred's mind, it was not as he refused to believe it, he just couldn't take a hold of it.
"A lot of us are. Just one moment, I was cooking with her then the next thing I knew, I was at the hospital bathroom, sobbing....I think it'll always be hard to believe." Y/N speaks.
Nodding to himself, "I suppose it will be."
It was quiet then after as Y/N hesitates to speak again but she did. "I've been thinking, can I stay there in Gotham for a while? It's been a bit long since we've seen each other and I just want to be able to spend some time with you, with my uncle. And I've always wanted to visit Gotham." She finishes, her voice sounding hesitant.
The word uncle, didn't pass by him and heard it clearly, a smile on his face from this. Alfred laughs, confusing
Y/N, "Oh, my dear, we keep thinking the same thing. That is why I actually called, to talk to you about this. I wish for you to stay here, in the Wayne manor. I do want to spend time with you too." He tells.
"What? In the Wayne manor, where you live and work?....What? I could just stay in an apartment or hotel, I don't want to be a bother to you and the Wayne family." She rambles. Sure, she always wanted to go to the infamous house of Wayne's, ever since she found out Alfred was living there, but the actual thought of possibility, intimidated her.
"You wouldn't be a bother, dear, we've talked about it and they agreed. And I would not allow you to stay in an apartment or hotel, it's not usually safe here in Gotham, and they wouldn't either. You'd be welcome here."
She thought about it for a moment. Being in the same roof with a lot of people she didn't know made her uneasy, but then again, this family, Alfred has been living with them for a long time. She knew the Wayne family was bound to Alfred as well. If Alfred insists her, then what was reason for her to deny? It would be rather great for the both of them to be with each other for a while. She needed it and wanted it as well.
"Okay...okay, I will but only if you promise it's really okay and it wouldn't be a problem or what," Y/N worrily says, sounding serious.
Alfred couldn't help but smile again at her fret. Their night ended with them talking of the details of her staying and what they dreaded, the funeral.
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💌🖋️: this shit sucks but this gets better, i swear, i think? Bear with me.
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The invitation envelope is sealed with blue wax, the outline of the Meriet royal seal carefully pressed into the the center. The invitation itself consists of a single letter that reads:
❝The kingdom of Meriburn cordially invites you to join them in celebrating the Festival of the Blue Moon. We humbly look forward to your presence in ushering in a new lunar season that is set to begin on at . We advise that you dress in light, airy clothing and have footwear that will not be damaged by any amount of water. We also advise that you arrive by sunset on the first day of the festivities in order to fully experience the welcoming ceremony.❞
Along the bottom of the letter, the words “Please dip in water and turn over.” is written in neat lettering along the bottom of the invitation card. Once done, the rest of the letter continues as follows:
❝An additional, private gathering will be held at the Aichon Palace throughout the entire event. Overnight accommodations will be provided to all guests with this invitation. We advise you keep it in a safe place, to bring it with you on your travels, and to present it to castle staff upon arrival. Your host, Princess Cassandra Tetrarch of Meriburn❞
(for those that are attending the Meriburn party!)
@sansloii
"It looks like she was able to get it approved, after all!" Ezra's face is lit up as he looks over the invitation. Reading it once, then again, before looking to his father and Evan with a grin. "Last year when I went to the festivities, it was amazing, but if this celebration is going to be as big as it sounds, then I'm sure it'll be even better. You'll both be able to make it, right? She'd be really happy to see you both!"
Of course, he knew that having all three of them away from Exulan at once was a bit risky, but...when was the last time they were all able to enjoy a festival together that wasn't in their own kingdom? That wasn't something that they had to organize and upkeep throughout the duration of the events?
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"We don't all have to stay the entire time, but...I think it would be nice."
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"We're going to Meriburn...? Why?"
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"Alsina is busy with her research, so Sivel asked if I'd like to accompany him. I'd rather not leave you three behind."
The three knew that tone. Baphomet thought that they might find Nesa there...and if that was the case, he wouldn't have to hesitate on taking them back home again. Not to mention that he was worried after the four of them...ever since the Aegis, their parent had barely let any of them out of his sight.
Admittedly, none of them seemed all that excited about the celebration, but...
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"I'll go. Some of our friends will probably be there too, yeah? It'll be a nice change of pace."
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"...Are you completely certain that you don't mind watching them, Antale? I was at Vanystea's party; Raelin and Thelrin are perfectly capable of attending this celebration in my stead--"
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"They're mine too, Lea...you say that as though I shouldn't have to watch after them-- just like you've done every day that I've been gone, in Ahnia"
Gone working. Eleare didn't even have to say it. The look that they gave Antale said it all for them. Though really, most of this was just for show. It had nothing to do with the kids. Nothing to do with "inconveniencing" Antale...
Going to Meriburn meant that they were guaranteed to at least run into Roderick's youngest son...if not Roderick himself. Something that Antale surely knew already, as well.
Ugh, and he was giving them that look. Apparently, they'd have to go looking for some more appropriate attire...dammit all.
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Is it wrong that I find the community aspect of Barbara Gordon’s life a lot more interesting than some of her missions as Oracle? I’m not saying I don’t love her as Oracle because I do! But I find that certain characters are even more interesting when you think about like their life outside of their work. Barbara is one of them. Cassandra and Dick to me aren’t because I find them more interesting when they are on the job or interacting with other heroes on a team or just as their hero selves. Jason is someone I would like to interact more with civilian aspect of his life as well.
yea i think barbara is an interesting figure among the gotham vigilantes because she chose this life twice over; she wasn't inspired by/trained by bruce from the very beginning [well, depending on which canon you're going with] and instead her morals and motivations are entirely molded by herself, as a citizen in gotham city. i do like the issues that would address the person who exists between oracle and barbara gordon [or i guess the intersection between the mask and the civilian], like hacker files, secret origins, and showcase '94. i don't know if i'd say i like her civilian identity more than i like watching her work as oracle but i get what you mean! it's very refreshing to see her switch between different scopes (what she could do to help local communities in her day job versus what she could change in the world as oracle).
and jason is on the other end of the spectrum in that we hardly see his civilian life at all. during his robin era (i've said this a ton already so i'll stop beating the dead horse) most of his appearances are in costume or in the manor helping bruce work out a case [that newspaper scrapbooking moment <333]. then, after his resurrection, he was training with the deadliest people talia could find before returning as red hood, and we don't really see him bothering to rebuild his civilian persona. both me and @yvtro have touched on this but perhaps jason sees this rebirth as an opportunity to settle the scores left unattended, preparing another more restful reburial, rather than a second chance at life. so yea, i totally agree that by exploring what jason could do as a civilian/how he positions himself outside of the red hood identity (used to avenge himself), we would get a more nuanced and interesting character.
i don't really read a lot of solo nightwing comics so i couldn't really speak to him in the context of this question (though i have the impression that dick himself is more obsessed with what his vigilante persona can do than what he could do in his civilian identity. maybe this is a problem with the writers but he never seems to succeed in holding onto a civilian side for long [re: his possessions/apartments always blowing up]).
cass is also extremely interesting in that she didn’t see the need to maintain a civilian identity in no man’s land + beginning of batgirl (2000) [re: the arc of her publicly fighting and thus drawing the attention of the pentagon, barbara having to instruct her to delete the files homeland security has on her so that cass is a viable civilian identity again]. you could also say that perhaps barbara in this stage is projecting her own preference onto cass though i’d argue i agree with this decision because without a civilian identity cass would be too absorbed in being the perfect vigilante that gotham needs to assuage her guilt. there’s a slight step in that direction when cass moves to bludhaven and starts a friendship with brenda miller (cut short by the bombing of the city), and then we’re back to square one. i do think cass’ journey in shaping her own moral code and exploring her relationship with the mantle are extremely interesting but i also see the merit of her having a civilian life--mainly because at the moment she doesn’t have any friends or allies outside of her immediate family, steph, and barbara; and selling her as part of a “package deal” really dilutes the kind of stories that you could tell/the depth that could be explored for cass.
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"Why can't you trust me? I'm your son and partner am I not?"
"That's enough"
"I had it covered and you just assumed the worse and for what?"
"Maybe because you are unstable and could kill anyone at any second, I don't need that. You almost killed the man!"
"I didn't! I wasn't even hitting him, you just assume so! The only reason he looked that bad is because he tried to kill me, so I took the best course of action! Why don't you trust me?"
"CONSIDERING YOUR TRIPS TO THE LAZARUS PIT I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO NOT TRUST YOU!"
Damian's entire body shifted from anger, shock and to sorrow, his voice was wobbling "What..?" Bruce took a few seconds to recognize his words and immediately reached out "I didn't mean that, I'm sorry Damian"
Damian was staring at the ground. Dick looked like he just got shocked, Jason stopped working on his motorcycle and looked over, Stephanie and Tim stopped sparring, Cass was stone-faced and Duke dropped his weapon that he was using in the simulation. Damian moved away from Bruce's reach and became tense.
"BRUCE THOMAS WAYNE!" The cave went silent as Alfred Pennyworth's booming voice echoed. Everyone stopped moving and possibly breathing as well. Damian's eyes were welling with tears and as much as he may like to hear Alfred scold his father, what was said made Damian storm out. Before leaving, he glanced at Alfred, Alfred looked back at Damian and looked remorseful. Damian went upstairs and left the scene to his room.
Who knows how far Alfred's voice was in Gotham. Maybe Metropolis could hear it. Gotta bet that the Kent's ears were ringing now.
Because I unwillingly died that means he can't trust me? It's bullshit, after everything! I've changed, I don't kill because I wanted to be accepted into this family and now I enjoy doing things in the name of Justice that doesn't involve murder. Yet he'll find any reason to not trust me. Why am I never enough like the others? Father brought Richard in after the tragedy of the Graysons. Father took in Jason when seeing his condition and wanting to make a change for the child he was. Father saw the talents that Timothy upheld and the two worked. Father took in Cassandra when she needed it most. Father helped Duke when he went through a severe thing and was taken in as to not be alone. The only other one who could say wasn't exactly wanted is Stephanie, but even she's more capable and father sees that. Yet I was dropped off by mother and hurt this family. It feels as if I'm not part of it. Outcast, unwanted, violent and unstable. I HATE THIS!
He slid his back against the wall, sitting down with his head low.
Unstable
How could he trust you?
None of them do
They never should trust you
Demon
Violent
Assassin
How many times have you died?
How long until you snap and decide to kill again
How long until you are so unstable you are no longer wanted
You weren't w--
"Damian? Can you hear me?" Damian felt someone's hand get close and he smacked their hand away. "No touching, got it. Can I sit by you?"
Damian looked at the person, Bruce looked upset, not a Damian, but at himself from the looks of it. Damian shrugged and Bruce took that as a yes, sitting next to Damian.
"There is no excuse to my words. I can only apologize for my idiocy and hope you can forgive me. I understand if you don't, I don't expect an immediate response. You don't deserve that, you've been through so much and you didn't have a choice. It's irresponsible of me to have used that against you"
"Tt. You're getting sentimental father"
"What can I say? You are my children, I can't help but lower my walls unfortunately it took me so long to let you all in"
"A trip to the zoo plus ice cream and maybe I'll forgive you"
"You drive a hard bargain"
"Just us"
"Tomorrow, I'll make it happen"
Damian nodded and gave Bruce a quick hug before standing up as if nothing happened. Bruce smiled and got up, he stopped before closing the door when he heard Damian.
"Thank you father, as painful as it may be to remember my place... I can say that I do cherish this family I have made. Thanks to you I am able to see it"
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word search tag game
This was a lot of fun! Thank you @inquisimer for tagging me! 💛
I'll tag @darethshirl, @bdafic, @crackinglamb, @dreadfutures, and anyone else who wants to participate!
You can use published fics, wips, or a mix of both. You're looking for the words:
soft, bare, sun, place, deserve
My snippets below the cut!
Comfortable from no cracking open of heaven (but quiet and still), a Cassandra/Solas fic I wrote for @weatheredlaw for the 2023 Solas Lovers Exchange:
Cassandra felt out of her depth, inexperienced and clumsy. Perhaps she was misreading his intentions. Perhaps he wasn’t flirting at all. “You flatter me so,” she said, and Maker, she sounded awkward and fumbling and she wished she could disappear through the floorboards of this wretched cabin. “And here I had meant to make you feel more comfortable.”
Touch, from a lovely patch of earth, a gift for @rosella-writes featuring her OCs Virelan Lavellan and Tulin, which I wrote for the Arlathan eXchange 2023:
Without warning, Virelan came up from behind him, dragging her warm palm along the short, fuzzy hair beginning to grow on his scalp. It was an unfamiliar feeling, still—to have hair, certainly, but also to be touched so casually, so lovingly, by someone he loved in return. It shook him out of his haze, opened a bloom of warmth in his chest. He leaned into her palm. But it was more than her touch; everything Virelan did, whether it be a look or a gesture or a word, filled him with warmth. She was blazing and bright. Her passion, her temper, her ferocity, her love all burned so intensely that it was impossible not to feel it, too.
I had such a hard time finding the word Mood, but I finally found it in unpublished, pre-relationship solavellan wip that I honestly forgot about and now have feelings about again:
"Well," Eira said, and gave him a grim smile. "It looks like a lovely dinner of…hardtack and peasant bread." Solas's nose scrunched a fraction. "How appetizing." This time her smile was real. She divided up what remained of the rations, which was not very much at all. The bread at least was close enough to real food she could imagine a better taste for it. "It's not so bad," she said, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Solas gave her a dry look. "I've eaten worse," she amended.
Opposite from my smutty solavellan fic, Interrupted Plans:
Everything about this feels frantic. She feels frantic. And Solas does, too, from the sound and the look of him, which sends her reeling because he’s usually slow, deliberate, patient—the opposite of whatever has come over them both.
Answer from an unpublished solavellan wip, featuring post-trespasser angst and the "I didn't know where else to go" trope:
Solas does not see the blood at first. And then it is all he can see. She clutches at her stomach and it pours out from between her fingers. It soaks into her clothes. It's dripping onto the floor with each strained step she takes toward him. Solas has far too many questions that she is in no state to answer, the foremost of them being how did you access this Eluvian? Before he can find his voice, she speaks. “I didn’t know where else to go,” she says. She stumbles, and despite all of his better instincts, he rushes to catch her.
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Hi there, Bababird!!! Hope you're doing well 💗💗💗 Mayyybe 🎵 for Cassandra if you have any? I love how you've written her in your Sparrow/Cass fic btw - I still think about it an unhealthy amount dbfkhabfskhbs. And since the fandom on tumblr has collectively agreed that it's his day, mayhaps a 🎵 for Hermie as well hehe :]c
aw shucks she called me Bababird hehe Hi Happi!!! Thank you- I hope you're doing well too! I *definitely* have some for Cassandra! 😅 For better or for worse though a lot of them are either in the context of Cass/Sparrow or Cass/Nicky- so apologies in advance for any rambles I go on about either of those two ahaha I promise in either case things will eventually wrap around to being about Cass (and songs)!
Also, if you'll humor me, I don't think I'll be able to help myself but ramble a bit about the fic as well- it's just an easy way to talk about how I see Cassandra! 💜 ^_^* I'm very very flattered that you enjoyed her that much! You know at first I was maybe gonna do thing's from Sparrow's POV but then I was like- "PFF, fuck that, let's try to figure out what's going on in Cassandra head!"- it's the least she deserves, really.
And I know I'm too late for his "b-day", but I do have some Hermie songs as well! Mostly in the context of Oakworthy though ahaha... Those will be at the end! Edit: actually just the one this time around aha sorry I got lazy
(*slaps post* this baby can fit so many tangents! Sorry in advance for how stupid long this is!)
Okay *well*, let's start with a simple one that's just about Cass yeah? I can't say I've listened to much of their music in general, but "That's My Girl" by Fifth Harmony is *definitely* a Cassandra song for me!
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There are a few lyrics in this one that standout for me in this one- but honestly it's also just the general vibe. I see Cassandra as someone who's very independent and hardworking, and also someone very capable of continuing to move forward in spite of hardships and "roll with the punches", so to speak (and Taylor definitely gets this from her hehe for sure for sure). Really the more I think about Cassandra, she's kind of a fucking badass LOL. Splitting from Nicky didn't stop her from staying on top of career all the while maintaining probably one the (if not the) healthiest of parent-child relationships in the show with her son, and really I just love that for her.
That said, for a few standout lyrics...
Yeah, who's been working so damn hard? You got that head on overload? // You've been down before. You've been hurt before. You got up before. You'll be good to go, good to go. // Get mad independent and don't you ever forget it // Nod if you've been played by every boo just tryna show you off. Thought he was the best you ever had, until he cut you off. // ain't nothin (x3) put your heart and your soul in it!
(also *points at Cassandra* that's my girl!!!)
ok ok next again if you'll humor me, I need to ramble about Sparrow for a bit in the context of the fic so that I can then ramble about Cassandra LOL.
So, ok, firstly I must confess that like, for me, I tend to read canon Sparrow as allo-aro (alloSparo? Maybe just Sparo... heh). Less popular of an opinion still is that I actually quite like that for him haha. And so for *me*, in the fic, he's prolly like aro and demisexual? That said, I know that ace Sparrow (Sparoace, Space- you get me it's funnier to do it this way) is very dear to many of you (which tbh I super understand), most especially the people who I most wanted to read the fic! So... I wanted to write something that was compatible with both interpretations? Not as a burden! I liked the challenge of trying to write something that was *sensual* but not inherently *sexual* (and in that regard... I think I did an *ok* job aha I'm sure there are certain parts that might be pushing it for some people but I had to be honest with myself about what I wanted to write too!)
Of course, as *you* know Happi, I'll still gladly drop aromantic Sparrow for a ship that tickles my fancy (and in fact I actually like these two in a romantic context as well even if it's not my default/preference- but that's for someone else's ask lol)... 😤But I was keen on keeping things platonic for this fic! Sure because I like that for Sparrow, but actually... It also had a lot to do with what I wanted to explore with Cass!
(Somehow this post is about Cass *and music* I SWEAR)
Right right right so- as far as canon goes I think it's fair to say that Cassandra is sexually and romantically a lot less ambiguous than Sparrow right- and so, well based on the little we have seen of her I get the impression that Cassandra has probably gotten fairly accustomed to a pretty "standard" kind of partnership style? And for a number of reasons... 😤 It seems she's struggled to find someone who can give her the level of commitment she deserves! Otherwise, based on her relationship with Willy (ew yucky Willy), I also feel like she might have a bit of a tendency to rush into things a bit.
Enter QPR with Sparrow! As I see it, this puts Cassandra especially in a very interesting situation. She's navigating forms of intimacy that are pretty foreign from what she's used to! To love someone... Without being *in love* with someone, per se. She gets the commitment she wants, but in a form that is unquestionably different from how she's always imagined it. Physically, there's room for intimacy (be it to one degree or another)... But she has to work up to/for it this time around, no more rushing into things!
But I see Cass as someone who is always up for a challenge. I think the novelty of these ideas is something that she would find exciting in its own right, and really she's someone who goes after what she wants at the end of the day. Not without her own insecurities I'm sure, which hopefully I got across! (And again, yeah, I definitely think Taylor takes from her in a number of ways haha).
SO ALL OF THAT SAID
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"She had the world" from Panic! At the Disco is *also* a Cassandra song for me 😌
That was waaay too much lead in for a fucking patd song, honestly Happi I'm really abusing this opportunity to talk about Cass and the fic LOL
But ok ok, so with the above points in mind, this one for me is about Cass... From (an aromantic) Sparrow's perspective, and it's hard to explain exactly what I mean for this one, but yeah it's like- there's kind of this mix of insecurity and admiration and I guess... How to put this, on Cass' end she has to let go of the things she's come to take for granted a bit, and on Sparrow's end I think some fears that this kind of relationship won't be enough for her? Let me just give you the important lyrics hahaha:
She held the world upon a string, but she didn't ever hold me. Spun the stars on her fingernails, but it never made her happy, cause she couldn't ever have me // I don't love you I'm just passing the time. You could love me if I knew how to lie. But who could love me? I am out of my mind. Throwing a line out to sea to see if I can catch a dream. // But that girl had so much love. She'd wanna kiss you all the time. Yeah, she'd wanna kiss you all the time. // She said she'd won the world at a carnival. But I'm sure it didn't ruin her, it just made her more interesting.
OKAY that was a looooooong tangent for that one I hope like it sort of makes sense why I associate that one with her???
Finally Nicky, I'll make this much shorter lol. I'm not sure how people feel about these two in general, but I actually *love* them together tbh, and I hope we learn a bit more about their relationship (er what it was) in canon at some point! Still, everything I said about Cass probably being the type to rush into things probably applies here too, and ultimately I imagine that these two likely had a relationship that was... passionate, and intense, and exciting, but maybe not what either of them really needed in the long run.
So funnily enough
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The song is actually called "Nikki", by Forever the Sickest Kids. And, well I think you'll catch my drift with a lot of these lyrics and why it makes me think of them so much aha:
He was the man of every hour. He was a party all alone. He'd give his jacket to a stranger in the cold. She was the beauty queen from Dallas. She could put a lion on a leash. And before he knew himself, she knew the man that he could be. // It's alright Nikki, it's alright, baby, you can let you hair down. // She was an angel craving chaos. He was a demon seeking peace. But they were each other's toxic cure called codependency.
And yeah! So yeah there's a lot of lines in that song that makes me think of them- more than the ones I listed here but for me these are kinda the standouts?
ok ok ok I made this post waaaaaaay too long Happi I'm so sorry ahahaha thank you for entertaining my thoughts I hope some of this makes sense??? I have a lot of feelings about Cassandra but they can be hard to convey!
Also, I'm starting to get a bit lazy, so I hope you'll forgive me if I leave you with my favorite song for Hermie (and well Oakworthy) without much of an explanation. Which is
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"A guy that I'd kinda be into" from the musical Be More Chill :]
I think this one is *very* funny for both of them- especially cause of how many of the lyrics you could read as both Normal and Hermie's POV? If you haven't heard this song, go listen and I think you'll understand.
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Hello Sorrow [Chapter Twenty-four] Unstoppable Resolve [Karl Heisenberg]
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Tag list: @courtenbae @mylani3110 @imtherain @wrr000 @frostbez @syynnaaah
A/n: I would like to give credit to LukaDaWolf from Wattpad; Lucy and Ev for translating the prayer Irina says to Romanian. It turned out amazing and because of them it's specific and has more meaning. I appreciate it and thank you both.
Also, this is the last laidback chapter before the action starts.
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Irina was in awe the moment Ethan Winters burst through the door, landing with a thud on the V Groove Hardwood floor. She was surprised that he was still alive, though he looked worse for wear. Something horrible must have happened to him.
"Welcome back Mister Winters," the Duke said in greeting. "How goes the search for your daughter?"
"Not good," Ethan answered with a snort.
Setting her book down on the table, Irina stood up and quickly walked over to him, leaning down on her knees at his side. Her eyes widened as she noticed the nasty wounds on each of his hands, almost as if he had been hung up like a butchered animal. In addition, there was fresh blood on the legs of his pants from another set of wounds. Irina wasn't sure how Ethan was up and walking around.
"Ethan, are you OK?" She asked as she put her hand on his shoulder.
"I think so," he answered. "I just need to catch my breath. Those bug women had me strung up like a fucking animal."
Irina raised a brow. He must have meant the daughters; Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra. She didn't interact with them much during the time she remained in the castle, but she knew they were not human. In a way, they were much worse than their mother.
"These wounds are deep," Irina mentioned. "Please allow me to dress them. The last thing you need is for them to become infected or bleed out."
Ethan shook his head with a nod.
Standing up, Irina got some supplies from the table and drug her chair over to the injured man, helping him stand so that he could sit somewhere other than the floor. As she cut the bandage from his left hand, he and the Duke continued their conversation.
"Don't give up just yet," the Duke said in encouragement. "If she is truly here, the Lady of the castle would have kept little Rose in her private chambers, would she not?"
"Dimitrescu?" Ethan asked. He grunted in pain as Irina poured first aid med over the wound. Irina uttered an apology and began to clean and rewrap his hand.
The Duke grinned.
"The very same. Why don't you take a look? Maybe you'll get lucky."
"I don't have much of an option," Ethan mentioned. "Even if Rose isn't here, the entrance has been locked. And the door in the hall outside can only be opened with four masks that are somewhere is this damn castle."
Irina hummed.
"I'm not certain, but I believe one of the masks is on the 2nd floor in the hall coming from the library. I've seen it once; the face of a smiling angel with roses in her hair."
"Have you seen where the others are?" Ethan asked.
Irina shook her head. She had restrictions, and not to mention several rooms required certain special keys and items to unlock.
"Sorry, but I don't know much more than that."
Ethan was a little disappointed, but he understood. It was like he was escaping the Baker House all over again.
What was with villains and puzzles anyway?
He waited until Irina was done dressing his wounds and stood up, testing his body.
"Good as new. Thanks."
Irina raised a brow.
"You're lucky to even be standing. Those wounds on your legs were deep."
"I've had worse," Ethan mentioned. "A few years back, my hand was cut off, but I was able to reattach it with some firsth aid med and some stitches."
Was he serious? Irina could not believe what she was hearing. The first aid med couldn't reattach body parts and even with stitches, his hand should not be functional. Perhaps Ethan was mistaken.
"Regardless, you only have one life. You need to be careful," she mentioned with a sigh.
"I know," Ethan uttered. He took an uneasy breath. "And you're right. I'll do my best."
Irina was glad. She stood and cleaned up the mess she had made as Ethan browsed the table for something to buy.
He decided to upgrade the LEMI and the M1897 shotgun after exchanging a fragment and a crimson glass to the Duke for Lei. As his weapons were being serviced, he waited patiently near the desk with typewriter on it.
Irina eyed him a moment, then sighed.
"You plan to search for Rose first, right?" She asked.
Ethan shook his head.
"Then we'll look for a way out."
Irina thought so. But she also knew that Lady Dimitrescu would not just open the door for him once he had Rose. And as long as Ethan was alive, she'd never let Irina or the Duke to leave. It was a troublesome predicament indeed.
Irina sighed in defeat.
"I'll help you search for the masks, seeing as though in order to conduct business we need to be able to leave the castle."
"That is true," the Duke declared. "However, my dear, if you are seen roaming around the castle with Mister Winters then Lady Dimitrescu may cut the two of us down for aiding him."
She was aware of the consequences. Irina hummed.
"Then I won't let her catch me. She'll be too busy dealing with Ethan to notice a little mouse scurrying about."
She was more worried about Bela, Daniela, or Cassandra finding her. Though she reckoned that she could always lie her way out of a confrontation with them if the need should arise.
The Duke grinned.
"Tenacious as ever I see. Allow me to be of service then. I acquired the blueprints of Castle Dimitrescu long ago; you both may do with it as you like."
Irina gave her thanks and took the blueprints from him, spreading them out across the desk with the Carriage Gate closest to her. There were two floors, a basement, and an attic.
"We're here," she mentioned, pointing to a room on the 1st floor below the Hall of Four. She then flipped to the 2nd floor. "And the Hall of Joy is where I saw the mask."
Ethan hummed.
"The plaque mentioned Joy, Sorrow, Pleasure, and Rage. And down from the staircase is the Hall of Pleasure."
"Each of the masks are located in a room that corresponds with their name ," Irina concluded.
Rage was in a tower on the roof and Sorrow was in the basement.
"You should get Joy and Pleasure since both of them are on the 2nd floor," Ethan proclaimed.
Irina raised a brow.
"Are you sure?"
"It's the least I can do, since you're helping me," Ethan answered with a grin.
She was grateful. For a moment Irina memorized the easiest direction to travel, then she folded the blueprints and gave them to Ethan.
"So you don't get lost," she teased.
"I appreciate it," he said with a laugh.
Putting away the blueprints, Ethan made sure he was ready. Everything seemed to be in order.
"Remember," Irina mentioned. "This castle is likely to have puzzles and doors that we can't get through without special items, so if that should arise, take note of it and whenever we return here, even if at separate times, we should let the other know."
It made sense, Ethan reckoned. He remembered an item he took earlier, and removed it from his pocket. It was a ring with a maroon colored eye in the middle.
"A statue was holding this. It looked important, so I took it."
Irina hummed.
"If I see something it might go in on my search, I'll let you know."
Ethan shook his head. He was appreciative, but he was also curious as to why the mask wearing woman was so willing to help him. Looking her over a minute, he widened his eyes in realization. Did she even have a weapon?
"And if you get into trouble?"
"Let's hope it doesn't come to that," Irina answered. She pulled her cloak aside and showed him the gun attached to her side. "But if it does, I'll be fine."
She knew that she'd be out matched against Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters, but she had to at least try. Allowing Ethan to buy weapons was already going to land her and the Duke in hot water, and it was apparent from day one that Irina would go to any length to escape the village, even if it meant going against the Four Lords. Her mind was made up.
"What matters is that you find Rose and escape this place. I have no idea why either of you are here, but I can't bare to stand here and do nothing," Irina added with a sigh.
She was right; Rose was the priority. Yet it bothered Ethan to put the woman in harms way for his own reasons. Pushing aside his regret, he remembered something she said that roused his curiosity.
"When we first met, you said something to me before I walked into the castle. What was it?"
"I said a protection prayer," Irina answered. Her face heated up; she never expected him to ask about it.
Ethan hummed.
"Can I hear it again? I need it now more than ever, if not for me, then for Rose."
Irina understood.
"Să zbori rapid cu aripi negre, și roagă-te ca cea cu coarne să îți dea pasaj sigur prin cetatea de marmură," she recited. "It translates to: Fly swiftly with black wings, and pray that the horned one gives you safe passage throughout the marble castle."
"Thank you," Ethan uttered. He recalled the wooden statue of the goat he saw in the village; it was a symbol of protection, the placard read. He wasn't sure, but perhaps the masked woman and the Goats of Warding were connected. Nevertheless, he was thankful.
Wishing her luck, he departed from the room.
"That was a lovely prayer, my dear. I do believe it put him at ease," the Duke mentioned. "You too should take it's meaning to heart."
She did; she was the one who created it. Irina snorted in disbelief at luck.
"I really have come full circle. I reckon it's time I finish what I started and search for those treasures while I am alive."
"Happy hunting," the Duke stated with a laugh. He was enamored with her resolve.
Irina took an uneasy breath and walked over to the table in front of the Duke. From the holster of her gun, she untied a leather bag and took out some money.
"I want to purchase some items."
The Duke was ecstatic.
"What will it be, my dear?"
Irina bought a knife, two flashbangs, and some ammo for her gun. The Duke was even generous enough to toss in a tactical vest to keep her gear in order. With the knife, Irina leaned down and cut into the fabric of her skirt, tearing it until the end was just under her knees.
It was tacky but for what she had on it would have to do. With everything in place, Irina put up her hair and gave a slow spin.
“What do you think?" She asked, facing the Duke.
“You look invigorating. Danger suits you," he answered with a grin.
Irina smiled, feeling her face heat up. She thanked him and with a farewell she quickly left the room in hopes that she'd see him again.
In the Hall of Four, she cut up the stairs and walked into the Main Hall, knowing that Ethan had already checked the room with the masks and assumably the Main Hall too. Irina took a look around. It was quiet. Without the maids, the castle felt empty and dark. Where had they all gone? She had an idea but to keep her nerves in check and her mind from wandering she recited the directions she plotted out in her head.
“Here we go."
Irina took an uneasy breath and cautiously ascended the main stairs. Her body pleaded with her to turn around but it was much too late; she was now in control.
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idiotic21 · 1 year
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Mr and Mrs Hamato
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Prologue 2: Casualties: Mr and Mrs Hamato
Timestamp - Day of Reckoning, 6 years after Raphael's death
The blaring alarm ripped through the KRUB. Leonardo burst into the security room, Miker hot on his heels. Donatello was frantically looking over the security feedback "Don, talk to me buddy. What's going on?"
Donnie banged his console angrily, "Get everyone out of here, now!" Just as he said that Donnie slammed the all-panic button, sending out the emergency evacuation wave throughout the base. The tech whiz turned around only to find his two brother's still looking at him, "Are you guys insane? I said get out of here!."
"Don, answer the question," Mikey begged. Donnie watched his youngest brother with sad eyes, "Angelo, we have been discovered."
Leo shook his head in confusion and then begged Donnie to explain in detail but the softshell walked out of the security room hastily and headed for his lab, both his brothers followed suit. As Donnie secured his battle shell and fighting gear on as he told Leo the weight of the issue, "One of the three main Krang, the Sister has found our base and is currently ripping through the tertiary and secondary security vaults. The system is not holding, she's too powerful!"
"We can fight our way through Don-"
"NO, LEONARDO WE CANNOT"
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The two brothers flinched at the genius' outburst, knowing full well that this tone of voice meant only one thing, they were doomed. After all, the only other times he used this voice was when Cassandra and Raph met their timely ends.
Thankfully, Splinter and Draxum had long passed on to the ancestral plane well before the apocalypse hit its peak. They at least died happy and kind deaths.
At his brother's silence, Donnie tried to reassure them the best he could, "Look, let's just gear up and get everyone out of this base, kay? I've contacted the nearest base for medical, evacuation, and artillery backup. They're on their way as we speak."
Mikey and Leo nodded in understanding and began to gear up as well. Taking whatever tech Donnie passed on to them.
As the three left the lab, Donnie asked Mikey to use his mystic powers to aid the evacuation by creating multiple portal corridors. "I won't let you down, Dee. If any Krangg gets in my way I'll bring out Dr. Delicate Touch,"
"You do that little brother." Donnie was about to turn away when Mikey suddenly engulfed him in a hug. Out of all the 'stay-safe' hugs, this one oddly felt the saddest, neither Donnie nor Mikey understood why. As the youngest Hamato brother disappeared into action, Donnie continued his march to the security room.
"Alright, what now?"
"Nardo, you do your uh, leader thing. Yes! You will 'leader' every one of this base and continue to 'leader' them until you bust Krang butt and save the planet from Krangification!"
Leo stared estranged at his strange brother, "What are you talking about? And what are you doing here? We need to fight our way out"
Donnie sighed tiredly but he kept his eyes glued to his monitors. He eyed every movement the Krang Sister made and counter-attacked her with the in-built security system that he could only automate from the security room.
"Nardo, I will say this once and I will never repeat it again. The Krang Sister is tearing through all the security levels and the systems are failing. I have automated security backups that I can unfortunately only automate from this room. I cannot leave and join the fight because my fight is here, buying you time. Buying you enough time, so that you can get your dum dum self, saving the dum dum people, and bringing them to dum dum safe-ville, away from the dum dum Krang."
"And before you point out that it's automated, Nardo, keep in mind that the systems are intact failing and so has the automation. But I refuse to call it manual work just because some oversized wrinkled up brain chewing gum she beast alien decided to destroy all my tech!"
Leo miraculously got all of that, amidst the blaring alarms and screaming people. "R-right," Leo nodded to himself and ran out of the room, only to run back in with worry on his face, "What about you?!"
"Leo- what? WHAT'S WITH THE INTERROGATION? EVERYTHING IS FINE, I SAID!"
"Damn it Donnie, what about you? You can be left here alone with no defense!"
"I have my battle shell and my mystic tech bo, Leo!" Donnie growled growing ever more frustrated. Try fighting an oversized brain alien on a small console while talking to your sibling.
"Don! I'm commanding you to leave your station and evacuate like everyone else!" Leo yanked Donnie's shoulder so that they would face each other.
Donnie was about to shout back and retaliate but when he saw Leo's eyes, he understood. Leo was tearing up and crying. His jaw clamped tight and his fingers grasped onto Donnie. Leo was worrying.
Leo was crying.
As the red alarm lights failed, Donnie gently clasped Leo's shaky hands, "Brother, I will be right behind you. I will-"
"That's a lie. Don, I know when you're lying,"
True enough, Donnie knew from the start of this attack, this would be his last mission on Earth. No one else could man the security system. No one else than his wife and son but he wasn't going to drag his family into this mess. This sacrifice was going to be made so that everyone can get out.
The determination in Donnie's eyes and the finality of his last spoken words told Leo, there was no turning back. "I am, Leo. I can't leave this station. It's the only way I can buy all of you the time needed to escape."
Leo almost collapsed on his knees, but Donnie held him up and brought Leo into a hug. "Anata wa hitori ja nai," .
Leo gasped and clutched onto Donnie, crying into his shirt. The softshell held the slider close, then pushed him away. His twin. This would be the last time he would ever see his twin.
"I love you, Nardo'. Take care of Dianne and Sheldon for me. Stay strong, brother."
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Over at the other side of the base, Mikey was sustaining multiple portals. April made sure that every department in the rebellion made quick work to leave and abandoned the base. Finally, she saw Leo running through the crowd, "Commander, where's Dianne?"
"Dianne went to evacuate the children, the injured, and the sickly."
Leo nodded and began to make his way to the medbay. "Dianne!"
Screaming children and worried medical practitioners were all he could hear and see. If Dianne weren't there, he swore Donnie would haunt his soul forever. "LEO! Over here!". Sheldon and Casey Jr were by her side.
The Slider dashed over when he spotted her "Help me move this beam up! There are children and patients in there." As soon as the beam lifted, the rest of the medical crew brought the last of the people out of the medbay.
"Master Leonardo, what's going on?" Casey asked. Dianne watched Leo with worry as she held the two young boys close. Leo urged them to walk and explain on the way. "Wait, we need to leave home?" Sheldon cried out with sadness. Leo crouched down to his nephew and gave him an encouraging squeeze on the shoulder, "Hey, home is where the heart is, alright. As long you have your family with you and in your heart, you will always have a home."
Then he brought his son into the hug as well, having both the boys in his tight but comforting grasp, "Anata wa hitori ja nai." What words would bring comfort to the boys, brought a panning hurt to Dianne's heart, she knew of what was to come. "Now take care of each other and go find Aunty April. She will lead you to the evac, alright."
The boys nodded, then turned to Dianne. "Stay safe, aunty. Come back in one piece, please? Bring Uncle Donnie with you." Dianne smiled and hugged Casey, "I will."
She then took her only son and brought him to a hug. Sheldon immediately buried himself in her warmth, "Don't leave me, mom. I need you. Please don't go...I want dad" Dianne felt her heartstrings pull but she maintained her strong persona. "I will be right behind you, baby. I will always be with you."
"Now, I am going to get your father and make sure he is alright. We'll meet each other soon, alright baby."
She kissed Sheldon on the forehead and then urged both boys to leave immediately.
What was left was the deafening silence. The alarms had finally given out about thirty seconds ago, save for the eerie three-minute self-destruct countdown. Without needing him to say it, Dianne already knew about Donnie's decision to stay behind. I was apparent. The self-destruct had not been fully automated yet and every bit had to be manually controlled.
"I think this is goodbye..."
Leo downright refused to look into Dianne's eyes. He was already crying his heart out. Dianne took matters into her own hands and wrapped Leo in a final hug. "Take care of the boys. Take care of April and Mikey and yourself. Be strong and don't give up."
Leo finally gave in and hugged his best friend. Dianne sobbed quietly, "I will miss you bestie." Leo whispered. Dianne chuckled weakly and let the slider go. Just as she turned a corner, she decided to leave Leo with one important piece of knowledge, "Donnie loves you very much, and he is very proud of the person you have become."
Then Leo watched as his best friend leave for the last time ever.
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"DONNIE!"
"Dianne?" Bile rose up in Donnie's throat. "You're not supposed to be here."
"I know, but here I am. Now tell me what to do,"
"Dianne, go!"
"DONNIE! I am not leaving you here. You know this console needs to be manned by two people. And, we both know that we would never let Sheldon handle this much technical pressure. Not yet, and definitely not now."
Donnie grumbled, he knew she was right. They discussed this before. Like any parents, they would sacrifice their lives if it meant securing a chance for a better future for their children.
Donnie nodded and told Dianne which key sequence to initiate. The self-destruct was finally brought down to the remaining 30 seconds. On the security monitors, the last of the portals Mikey made had just closed. All areas of the Krang Rebellion Underground Base had been successfully evacuated. The Krang Sister just made it to the main facility only to find the place abandoned. She screamed and trashed at everything. If they were going down, that alien will burn and die with them.
20 seconds left to countdown.
Donnie and Dianne sunk to the floor, holding each other in an eternal embrace. "...take care. We love you." Donnie pressed the button of his wrist gadget and sent their last message to their family.
10 seconds left to countdown.
"Don, I love you," Dianne looked up at him with tired eyes. "I love you, so much."
Donatello held his wife's face in his hands, planting one final kiss on her lips and holding her tight. "I love you too, forever, Dianne."
---
From the evacuation ship, everyone watched the KRUB die in a powerful explosion. Silence enveloped the ship and silent tears were shed at the knowledge of the two great sacrifices that day. Two more members of the Hamato clan finally being able to join their ancestors.
Sheldon picked up a message originating from the KRUB just 30 seconds before the base blew up. The Hamato clan played it and all heard the final message from Mr. and Mrs. Hamato. The final smiles, to be seen.
" Our dear family," Hamato Dianne started, "... continue fighting and living. Continue hoping and loving."
Hamato Donatello came in, "To my brothers, Leo, Mikey, continue being strong, I'm very proud to have led by your sides. To our best friend, April, keep up the O'Neil spirit, Commander."
"To Leo, hope is a ninja's best weapon. Mikey, continue being the best mystic arts user ever." Hamato Dianne spoke with determination.
"To our nephew, don't give up hope. Learn to survive." the couple said together.
"And finally to our son," Hamato Donatello and Hamato Dianne had tears in their eyes, "We are proud of you son. Never let this day drag you down," the mother spoke. "Survive and be strong. You are my pride and joy, Sheldon." said the father.
"Always remember, anata wa hitori janai. Take care. We love you,"
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evakant · 3 years
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there’s many reasons i like jiang cheng but at the end of the day the biggest pull will always be that he has genre awareness
#he follows wei wuxian's lead every step of the way knowing damn well what awaits them. and when his brother lets go of his hand#(because he LOVES him because he wants to PROTECT him) it's a slap in the face that he allows despite having seen it coming#i've said it before and i'll say it again: cassandra!!!! and so... and so he knows the genre#and he plays along while still fighting quite desperately against it. for a time at least.#because he rebels here and there before he learns his lesson. before he realizes that him not playing his role only makes shit worse#so when the moment comes (when he has to be the villain. the brother-killer. the merciless sect leader) he steps up.#he walks up that cliff. he leads the siege.#he goes to his brother. broken-hearted. sword at the ready. (with /everything/ left to lose because if we know something about#jiang cheng is that his family is everything to him) because it's what he has to do. because he knows his role. and he will do what he must.#cain was always going to be the first murderer. judas was always going to betray jesus. lucifer had to be cast out of heaven.#okay wait i didn't mean to make it so biblical lmao (but since i'm here he is unwilling lazarus as well - a point can be made that#wei wuxian is ALSO an unwilling lazarus - /and/ he is st. thomas too. testing the resurrected. wanting proof that it's /him/)#i'm sorry i'm just using the figures i'm not making this religious lmao help!#me patting jiang cheng's head: this character can fit so many parallels to well known tragic figures in him!#it does all come back to cassandra by the way. that's my main gal right there.#mh these are....a lot of tags i'll shut up now lmao#untamed.txt#jiang cheng#fra.txt
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morgansunflower · 2 years
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I'm Home
Batsis! Reader
Warnings:explicit language, major character injury.
Words:1079
She was home but no smile was brought and for that none came to the family who loved her.
Arthur's notes! This was on my Wattpad account but I did some minor changes. Hope you all enjoy! Pic below is not mine, it's from webtoon! Also Bruce calls reader baby girl.. Not in anyway implies incest! That would be 🤮🤮🤮
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Alfred's P. O. V
The family room was filled with each of my grandchildren and myself. My dear Y/N is home though in pain and unconscious in the Bat-cave. She's here but no smile. I recall her first stitches. She was crying from the severe pain, begging me to stop the agony. I wanted so desperately to do so. I always greatly dreaded to tend to my loved ones wounds. I remember then carrying her to be bed and her muttering my nickname said by each of the children 'night Alfie'.
Richard's P. O. V
I sit on the couch Barbara on my right side and Damian on my left. Y/N has been unconscious for 3 hours. No one feels at any ease. I'm so scared something will happen. I feel so helpless. I look at my photos on my phone. I find one of Y/N and I on my birthday. She was kneeling down by me her arm's on mine, while I was sitting in the chair my birthday cake in front of me on the table. We had cake smeared everywhere as we got in a classic food war. She can't die.
Barbara's P. O. V
I sit next to Grayson with my palm on his knee. She wasn't my blood sister but I love her like she is. She helped me through my traumas.. She bandaged by wounds when I was more inexperienced. She gave me advice. She saw I was in love with Grayson before I even knew I loved him. I'm happy because of her. She helped me the day I realized I would never walk again. She doesn't deserve this. She has to pull through.
Jason's P. O. V
I stood in the back corner of the room with arms folded. Y/N cannot do this. She can't die. I'll sneak her into the Lazarus pit if I have to. She promised to love me no matter what. She saved me. I lied to her saying so many hateful things to her. I did unforgivable things but she still loves me. I want to curse at the world. I clinch my fist tightly. Grayson had to pull me away from the monster who took her. He tried to kill her! My sister!
Cassandra's P. O. V
I sit on the chair crouched up nervous for how Y/N will pull through this. She did not care where I came from. She saw goodness in me before I knew it was there. She gave me my first book. She taught me how to speak the words in my favorite books. She told me that 'you should never judge a book by it's cover. You're so much more than you realize Cassie. You have a beautiful heart my sister'. She always was kind. I admire her greatly.
Tim's P. O. V
She will make it. I know she will. Her injuries are not fatal. Though I'm scared, I've lost enough people I love in my life. Y/N kept me from being completely lost. She helped me after Stephanie faked her death. She cares about me. She loves me no different than anyone else. I remember her staying with me the day my dad died. She didn't say much but she was there.. To pick me up when I fall. Now I'm sitting in the chair with my laptop trying not to fall.
Stephanie's P. O. V
I want to cry. I want to sob. I look at Timmy he's miserable. I'm miserable we're all miserable. My heart, physically aches. I'm not happy. I don't want to be. Y/N is my best friend. She is going to be OK because I can't lose my sister. I hated the day I looked at her hear broken face when she realized I wasn't really dead. She forgave me just like that, she was mad but still loved me. She's so much better than all of us. She takes care of us. She always makes me feel like it's OK to be quirky and fun in a very dark world.
Damian's P. O. V
I sit next to Richard my knees upward and arms around myself. Grayson had his hand on my shoulder. He's worried for me. He should be concerned for Y/N not I. She may not breath for much longer. She loved me and I did nothing to deserve it. She forced me to see the world in a better light. I recall her reading with me. I had spent quite some time awake and regrettably began to fall asleep. I recall her holding me and carrying me to my bedroom. She began to humm a gentle melody I remember vividly.
Alfred's P. O. V
My saddened loved ones remain silent. Should I remain silent? I see Richard smile softly.
"you guy's remember when we nearly burnt the house down when Y/N was coming home" he reminded bringing a smile to my face.
"first mistake using objects that pertain to fire" Ms Barbara then smiled to me "when our dear Alfie wasn't home"
Stephanie chuckled with tearful eyes "Y/N came home early and I honestly thought that she was going to kill us"
"then she was fucking hysterical" Jason scoffed he first had said for the first time since he's been home.
"she said we we're just like.." Timothy stammered his throat shaking
"home" Cassandra finished with swollen eyes.
"tt she is far too selfless" Damian muttered
Richard rubbed his shoulder gently and hugged him to console the worried boy.
Y/N's P. O. V
Slade tried to take me. He failed like I knew he would. I knew my family would not let me down. My body is bruised I can certainly tell. I have a broken rib with many lacerations. I feel a IV needle in my arm.. I recognize the feeling. I think heart monitors are on my body. Then I hear the beeping confirming what I thought. I feel strong hand gently clasped with my own. I hear soft crying Bruce? I open my eyes. Bruce's hand on my own his eyes tightly shut and back arched. He looked defeated. The same way he looked when Jason had died. I softly smile to myself knowing after all the pain and heartache.. I'm home.
"Dad" I mumbled
He lifts his tearful face to my own. Bruce looked consumed with guilt.
"this wasn't your fault" I said with a gentle smile
"it was, baby girl" he brokenly said
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The only reason they had Cassandra die at the end of the finale was to emulate Eugene’s death in the movie. It didn’t exist to add anything to her “redemption.”
You are right, and that is one of my big grievances with it.
Eugene died for a reason. He sacrificed himself for Rapunzel, and that is an enormous draw. Also, we know what he died of: stab wound. Cassandra died by ?????????? accident, I guess?? To this day, there is not even a conclusive way in which she died, just vague, "Well, you know, there was a lot of rubble around she could have been thrown into."
Her death wasn't a sacrifice, it was a casualty, which doesn't carry the same weight. If she had done something, knowing it would be her death to do so, but also knowing it was the only way to stop Zhan Tiri, that would have been much different. Especially if it was something Rapunzel was going to do, and they had done some sort of, I don't know, grabbing the Moonstone parallel. Rapunzel's going to do it, Rapunzel is about to do it, but just before Rapunzel does it, Cassandra does it instead.
I'll be honest (since I'm assuming you're one of my newer followers), by the time the series ended, I was mostly sick of the movie parallels and callbacks, but I was definitely sick of them when it was Cassandra saying or doing something that either Eugene or Gothel had said or done in the movie. They did not give Cassandra enough of her own iconography, relying instead on things others had done before her. I mean, having her knock out a giant fucking demon Zhan Tiri with a single blow from a frying pan was stupid enough, but then having her say, "Frying pans! Who knew, right?" to... to Rapunzel... Rapunzel, the person who popularized the use of frying pans as a weapon in the kingdom... Rapunzel, the first person who knew what frying pans were capable of. 
What made that line work in the movie was careful set up. Eugene, left defenseless but with a frying pan in his hands, managed to fend off an entire entourage of armed guards who were after him, and then proceeded to say, in utter amazement, "Whooooa! I have got to get me one of these!" And then he does one-on-one combat with an armed horse, further deepening his appreciation of the weapon (and giving us the iconic line, "You should know this is the strangest thing I've ever done!" which is something I wish they'd had him say about something else in the series, but that's neither here nor there), so much so that, when he and Rapunzel are running for the cave, he makes a point of grabbing the frying pan. Interestingly, Rapunzel uses it a bit to bang on the rocks to try to get out of the cave, and then it's lost, and no frying pans are seen again until his escape from jail. Therefor, when it's Attila - a great, big, burly guy - who uses a frying pan on the Captain - an average-sized guy - and knocks him out, and Eugene uses the quip, "Frying pans! Who knew, right?" it is not only a callback to his previously established new-found appreciation for them as a weapon, but is also a conversation between two people for whom the use of a frying pan as a weapon is a new thing. Also, the physics of it makes sense, because great, big, burly guy vs. average-sized guy, as opposed to average-sized woman vs. great, big, giant demon monster.
Anyway, this was a long rant just to say that I agree with you.
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helleiaiwritting · 3 years
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Amazon Fate* One Shot
Hey guys!
I recently saw the movie "Troy" and it inspired me to do this one-shot. I was inspired by Cassandra, Orpheus and many other references to Greek mythology. I warn you in advance, this one-shot is sad but I didn't have the courage to end it on a tragic note.
Warning: Death, war, revenge.
Hvitserk x Reader! Amazon 
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The horror had just arrived in the City of (Y/T ), the brother of (Y/N) had provoked the fury of the Northmen by killing one of their powerful jarl. She had been watching the fighting helplessly from her bedroom window for days, she had long sensed that this affair was going to end very badly for her people but nothing could be done, no one would listen to her, who would listen to a bird of ill fortune?
Her father had locked her in her room to prevent her from frightening their people, in vain, she was determined to make herself heard... Even if it meant putting herself in danger.
In great secrecy, she had kept the ancient armour of her mother, an Amazon princess who had fallen madly in love with her father and had to abandon her former life. Having provoked the fury of her sisters, Enyo, the mother of (Y/N) had to confront her fate by facing her worst enemy in a single combat. She had no choice but to protect her daughter, who was only a few months old at the moment. Enyo emerged victorious and was respected by all, but betrayal was never far away.
 A few years later, a new threat floated around (Y/T), Enyo faced the wrath of her people who had not really forgiven her for abandoning Zuric, her husband. War was declared, and the Amazons joined forces with the Northmen in revenge for the previous war. This time she did not escape unscathed, she faced one of the most dangerous warriors of their time: Ragnar Lothbrok. She lost her life on the battlefield before the eyes of Zuric, who was only a few meters away from her and was unable to protect her. This marked the young king forever and his personality changed. He became cold and constantly pushed away his children whom he had had with Enyo, seeing only the fallen queen.
 (Y/N) put on her mother's armour and paused when she saw her sword. She was convinced that the spirit of her ancestors lived in this sword and would give her the courage to go through with this madness...
 After taking a secret passage that led her to the city centre, she took a passage that only she knew and led her to the battlefield...
 The fight was fierce, the fights were full of overwhelming violence.(Y/N) had no time to hesitate, a shieldmaiden attacked her. She was surprised to see how well she was performing and without realising it, she confused the Amazons who had once again allied themselves with the Vikings. The warriors mistook her for Enyo and were shocked, they thought she had been dead for years...
 (Y/N) didn't know it, but she was fighting exactly the same way as her mother, and that threw her enemies off balance. Then she recognised one of them, Ailith, who had betrayed her mother by double-crossing Ragnar: she had an affair with him. Filled with rage, she attacked her by surprise and managed to disarm her. "Enyo, I beg you, I..." Ailith begged before being cut off by (Y/N). "Artemis should be ashamed to hear you beg for your life, it's not worthy of an Amazon!"
An evil laugh echoed across the battlefield, "Who are you to talk about dignity? You betrayed your people for a man! Both armies stopped fighting and watched what was happening. The older ones, who had already fought, were breathless as they too believed in this trick. The younger ones did not understand what was going on and became impatient.
 Since when acting out of love was a betrayal? (Y/N) found this excuse stupid, she felt that it was only a pretext for Ailith to usurp the throne of Enyo, then without any form of trial, she put an end to the life of the one who had betrayed her family and provoked the fury of Ailith's daughter... The eternal circle of vengeance was about to grow again. (Y/N) felt deep inside that she was not going to get off so easily, she knew that at this very moment she had sealed her fate. Just as the situation was about to escalate, she felt someone take her inside the city against her will: her brother, he seemed to be angry with her.
"Have you lost your mind?" Erus snapped.
"You wanted me to do what? Watch our army get wiped out? No, thank you! We are better than that!" Answered in the same tone (Y/N)
"You don't know anything! You're just a..."
"Yes, I am a woman, so what? That didn't stop our mother from fighting all her life!
"Is that your ambition (Y/N)? To destroy lives?" Erus asked in shock.
"Mine is already broken!" exploded (Y/N) in her turn in rage before leaving for her room.
 The Ragnarsons had just arrived on the Greek beaches to bring reinforcements, Hvitserk seemed to be more concerned than the other times he went on raids. He was not in the mood for jokes or flirting, his dark side, which was hidden in everyday life, took over. His brothers quickly recognised that dark look. He could be dangerous at any time of the day, the rage he had kept in him during the battles was now present in the camp, beware of anyone who dared to provoke him.
At the same time, an Amazon arrived in a rage, she seemed to be angry and sad at the same time. She seemed to annoy Ivar who could hear her screaming in his ears, he tried to stay calm. Hvitserk noticed this and came out of the tent ruffling his brother's hair as he passed, which made Ivar grumble. He disliked having his hair touched.
"The whole camp can hear you, what's going on?" Hvitserk asked coldly.
"My mother was murdered by that traitor Enyo!
Hvitserk paused for a moment, he had heard that name somewhere before and ended up remembering one of his first raids in Greece, it had left a deep impression on him when he thought he saw his father with an Amazon after that tragic battle.
"Enyo has been dead for years, my father killed her" Hvitserk replied coldly.
"Then how do you explain that she was on the battlefield?"
"Simple, someone kept her armor and pretended to be her!" Replied Ivar from a distance, who had understood the ruse for quite some time and seemed to be exasperated by the young woman's lack of reflection. At the time, she was so scarred by what had happened that she could no longer think normally.
"Who would do that?" she asked.
This was too much for Ivar, he had his limits, he approached his brother who looked at him with a lighter look. "Can I explain it to her?" Ivar asked
" Sure " replied his brother with a smile, he seemed to be amused by the situation. Ivar was relieved to see his brother come back to him for a few moments. "Who has an interest in avenging Enyo's death?" Ivar asked, hoping she would understand.
She paused for a moment to think, then had a flash of understanding: "She had a daughter, she must have impersonated her," she replied with hatred.
"That's certain." Ivar asserted.
"Very well, I'll confront her in a single combat and... " She replied before being cut off by Hvitserk.
"You will do nothing, this is between her and my brothers and me."
 (Y/N) had just consulted the Oracle, she knew that the moment she had been dreading for years was coming. She trained for many hours until nightfall despite her injuries. Then she felt that her training enemy suddenly became stronger than her. Then she felt a blade near her throat and someone stopping her from moving. "If you care so much about your City, then agree to confront me tomorrow at dawn.
Shivers ran through (Y/N)'s body, she could not back down. Then quickly, anger overwhelmed her, she crushed her attacker's foot and took his weapon to threaten him in turn: "Of course I will confront you, I've been waiting for this moment for years. She replied coldly.
"So you know who I am?" Asked the stranger with a smile on his face.
"You are Hvitserk Ragnarson, a dangerous fighter, but I am not afraid to face you, I have known the outcome of the fight for a long time now, I have prepared for it and I have come to accept it as my destiny. She replied calmly to mask her fear.
"Until tomorrow then." Said Hvitserk in a sarcastic tone before disappearing.
 (Y/N) didn't close an eye all night, she preferred to train all night and eventually collapsed from exhaustion with her helmet on. At dawn, she was awakened by the sound of a horn. When the time came, she retrieved her sword and went out to face her destiny, which the Fates had foretold to her years ago. But she found no one outside, was it a trap? She tried to remain calm in the face of this feeling of insecurity that gripped her. After waiting for at least thirty minutes, she finally decided to go back inside, he would not come. It was then that she felt a sharp pain in her back and someone prevent her from screaming. She fell to the ground and saw the face of her murderer: Ailith's daughter. She didn't have time to realise what was happening, Nemesis gave her the fatal blow just as Hvitserk was about to arrive to confront her. His smile disappeared as he realised what had just happened, his eyes darkened. He carried (Y/N) to a river after trying to save her.
"...Hvitserk, I..." Tried to speak with difficulty the young woman
"Don't speak, you will soon join your gods." Said Hvitserk in a reassuring voice.
" ... I don't want to join them, life has not been kind to me. " Revealed (Y/N)
Hvitserk was really touched by the young woman's revelations, he didn't imagine he would suddenly feel guilt.
"Be in peace now." He managed to say while trying to hold back his tears.
The last thing (Y/N) felt was Hvitserk's lips on hers before she sighed one last time and fell asleep for eternity...
And yet, Artemis, the protective goddess of the Amazons, did not agree with this tragic fate, she appeared before Hvitserk who did not seem to understand what was going on.
"She can live a better life only if you agree to protect her. "Said the Goddess.
Hvitserk did not hesitate for a second, he accepted and listened carefully to the warnings of the goddess who seemed to have become strongly attached to the young woman...He had to be careful with her if he did not want to attract the wrath of Artemis...
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Of Blood and Bonds - Chapter 5
"Father you know I respect you." Damian said and everyone at the dining table stilled as they were about to get up and leave. "But I must admit, as my brothers would say, you've majorly fucked up." 
Bruce sighed. He had thought about that - had Alfred scold him for having benched Damian - for doing as Damian had said and taking out his anger about his own failures on his other children. But that didn't make this any easier.
"Damian I know you're mad I didn't tell you about your sister-"
"Oh this is not about that. Well not entirely. They are connected but this is not about Marinette alone." When no one spoke, he took it as his cue to continue. 
"You saw in her files that there were some vague details about her being possessed by an akuma. Did you figure out what they are? Because I have an its not pretty. Actually, it's bad enough to warrant an intervention of the Justice League as a whole but my sister tells me that they were told not to waste the JL's time." 
His youngest's face was worryingly blank. It reminded him of all the times he was set upon something and right now it seemed that his new focus was his older sister. Bruce supposed, he should be thankful that Damian's attention towards her was not of the murderous kind. 
"What do you mean?" He made sure to keep his voice free from emotions. 
"From what she told me, they asked for help several times until someone from the JL dismissed their problems as a prank, a joke without any investigation or anything about their claims."
Someone was going to be hearing from Batman soon. 
"And what about the akumas?" 
"It's enough to need more than one member of the JL. I've see a video of one of the attacks, it's...horrifying and according to Marinette it was one of the tamer ones." 
"Do you have them?" His sons all looked annoyed and he knew they were probably thinking that he was letting superhero work take precedence over his family again. But that was how he worked. He didn't know what to do about the situation with Marinette but this - this could find a solution to. 
"There are videos of them online." 
Damian seemed to take that as his cue to get up and walk away. 
"I'll play the videos in the cave." 
~
Marinette hadn't necessarily had the best time in the last years but one thing he had definitely learned was who were her real friends and who weren't.
It was before the worst month of her life but things had already started taking a turn for the worse for her at that point. 
Her so called friends all started to believe Lila over her, started to - as she now knew - emotionally blackmail her, only gave her the time of the day whenever she did something for them or to scold her for whatever she apparently did for poor Lila. 
She was oh so tired and every second she wasted made her feel more guilty. 
Hawkmoth had come back more enraged than ever after the Miracle Queen incident and she had done the mistake of lending the more Miraculous out.
She had given Kagami and Luka both different Miraculous for them to fight alongside her because they both have strong spirits and a good resonance with several kwamis but... let's just say that she would never forgive herself for what they had to experience because of her.
In desperation, she tried to find other holders that she hadn't used before who resonated but that...that had been a huge mistake. She almost lost more than one Miraculous that day. 
She was their Guardian. And that day she vowed that she would die first before letting something happen to the Kwamis.
She was fighting alone now. Chat Noir...Chat Noir was even more pushy about revealing themselves after the the chaos that had occured. He hindered more than he helped, never showing up on time. 
Things had come to head one day as she walked into class. The whole incident had involved a bunch of sheep and a ripped sketchbook - hers to be precise. 
It proved to actually be a relief to let go if them. She had never realized how much their 'friendship' had been dragging her down. 
I got permission to use this fic as a reference for her backstory so check it out. Thanks for that btw.
That experience proved to be helpful later when she felt like there was no one she could trust. 
Apprenticeship with Master Fu had since long taught her that it was better to feel than to see. She had learnt to recognise auras rather than faces and in the end that might have been her saving grace - or well at least the start of her path back to sanity. 
She had learnt to see and remember the auras of her friends rather than anything else because afterall the soul didn't lie.
After everything, well her reliance on auras had only increased. 
Meeting her brothers had been amazing and even more so now that it seemed that they wanted to have a relationship with her.
But one things that bothered her were their auras. 
It wasn't that they were bad - it was that they were scarred, hardened and she could basically see that they had suffered in the past. 
The worst of them were probably Jason and Damian. Their auras made it very clear that they had been dipped in the Lazarus pits.
Jason...Jason's soul had been corrupted at such a point that she doubted that the pits had been used for anything less than bringing him back from the dead. 
And Damian - Damian's soul seemed to have some of the pits as a foundation. She gathered that he had been dunked into the pools more than once when he was a child. There was something else in his aura too that showed that he had died not long ago too. 
There was also another aura that seemed to have to have linked with both of them which made her sure of their last fates and Marinette shuddered to think what had happened to them. 
She had to remind herself that the past was in the past and while she couldn't change that, she could at least help them have a better future. 
So, one could say, that she was nervous for this upcoming dinner.
~
The dinner didn't go as expected - at all. 
Firstly, they were late. All of her brothers and sister were late, very very late. Marinette was not impressed, especially give that Damian wasn't answering his phone. 
But this was Gotham, the few kwamis she had brought with her reasoned, there was probably a problem and wasn't it better that were safe inside than stuck outside and hurt? 
Just as she was about to say screw it and transform using the fox Miraculous to see if she could help the bats, she felt the magic around the house shift. 
Marinette focused in the disturbance and closed her eyes reaching out for their auras. She soon snapped her eyes open and let a smile come on her face - she knew those auras. But why were they entering from the window? 
Marinette shrugged it off and signalled the kwamis to hide while she went to greet them. 
She was not ready for the sight that she came upon. Her siblings were all in a state of disarray and it looked like they were trying to be silent. 
They were of course failing miserably given what seemed to be a bullet wound in Jason and a stab would in Dick and the rest of them all seemed to have been beat up to at least some degree.
"What the fuck?" Marinette felt like the situation called for her language to be excused. 
They all froze in place before slowly turning to look at her. 
"Uh hey." Dick or should she say Nightwing because apparently she wasn't stressed enough gave her a short wave.
She cursed and buried her face in her hands. "Of course I can't have normal siblings."
"Siblings?" Black Bat seemed suprised. She couldn't recognize her aura, Marinette decided that she must have been Cassandra. 
"You must be confused ma'am." Red Robin jumped in and Marinette rolled her eyes. "I'm not stupid Timothy." And then just to prove her point she point at each one of them in turn. "Jason, Dick, Damian and who I'm guessing is Cassandra."
"What makes you say that?" Tim seemed to be ever the player of words. 
She sighed, knowing they wouldn't budge until she proved that she truely believed her words. 
"Well, why else would you be here?"
"Uh because it was the nearest place we found to nurse our wounds and last time we checked this place was abandoned?"
"Let's say that's true. Wouldn't it make more sense for you to go a place where you could actually have access to supplies to treat your wounds? Not to mention the fact that that-" she pointed at the hole in Jason's shoulder. "-is a bullet wound and I heard no gunshot. And lastly, what a coincidence it is that Black Bat who is known to work in Hong Kong comes back to Gotham at the same time as my sister Cassandra who from what I've heard also is currently living in Hong Kong too." 
No one replied. 
"So do you want to continue arguing or are you idiots going to let me help you before you bleed all over my floor."
Unsurprisingly it was Damian who moved the first - it made sense, he was the one who had spent most time with her and at least had a modicum of trust in her. 
He removed his mask and met her eyes. "Do you have a first-aid kit?"
She nodded. "Get in the bathroom and get those two in the tub." She nodded towards Dick and Jason. I'll bring it to you." 
Marinette hurried to her bed room to find her probably over-packed first aid kit. She had brought it for herself so that in case of a bad akuma attack she could take care of her wounds - after all her cure took care of everyone else before her, she had enough scars to prove that not that she could distinguish them from those the cat had given her.
She was glad to see that they had followed her instructions. Jason and Dick were seated in her honestly huge tub and they along with the rest had made themselves comfortable, having discarded their armor. 
She placed the first-aid kit down and kneeled next to Dick. She felt that the stove would in the stomach took more precedence. 
Jason reached out for the kit but Marinette batted his hand away. 
"You're injured, sit down quietly." She snapped and to everyone's surprise, he did as he was told. 
Marinette started treating their wounds, thanking the kwamis that she had done a medical course as soon as she had realised that her wounds could not heal from the cure. 
She had finally taken care of the more dangerous wounds and Marinette had enough of them squirming so she broke the silence "So, why in the world did you come here instead of going to your hyper-tech batcave with most certainly more medical facilities than my humble abode?"
She had to supress a smile as the boys looked among themselves. Finally it was Cassandra that replied. 
"Did not want to miss dinner. You." 
"Well you were already two hours late, you could just have sent me a text that you'd be a little more late."
"Didn't want to take chance."
Marinette smiled up at her. "Well I'm done, come on, I'll get you some clothes to change into."
"I don't think you'll have anything that will fit us."
"I'm a designer." She called over her shoulder. "I always have spares. Anyways, Cassandra-" 
"Cass."
"Right, well Cass come with me, we're about the same size, you can take something of mine."
She led Cass to her bedroom and guided her to her wardrobe while she picked something for the boys.
She totally hadn't hoped to see her siblings during this trip and had this made something for them. Nope. Absolutely not.
She handed each of them their clothes. "Choose a room if you want, I have more than enough of them, then come down, I'm re-heating the food."
She smiled at Damian as he came down the stairs. "I tried my hand at some Arabic food. I hope you like it." 
The boy looked awed. He walked to her and gave her a hug. "You're my new favourite sibling." Marinette laughed and pressed a kiss in his hair. "I love you too little brother."
She heard the disbelieving whisper of Demon Spawn? And looked up to see the rest. 
She squeezed Damian's shoulder one last time before she pulled away, guiding him to sit down.
"Well dig in. You must be famished after your fight."
They did exactly that and soon were making their appreciation known. 
"It's the first time I've attempted Arabic food, I don't know if I got the spices right.*
"It's delicious Pixie Pop. Don't worry.*
"Todd's right Mari. I haven't eaten anything this good since I came to Gotham."
"Really? Alfred didn't immediately dote on you and cook you all the food you wanted. "
He looked uncomfortable. "I was a difficult child back then."
"Was?" Jason snorted while Dick elbowed him. 
Casssandra intervened. "You good at cleaning wounds. Hands stable."
"Yes well unfortunately it's not the first time I've had to do this."
"How come?" 
"Did Damian tell you about the akuma attacks?" They nodded. "Well, Paris had since adapted to handle the akuma attacks. A lot of people have taken medical courses for extensive first aid to be able to help the unfortunate victims of an akuma."
"I thought that your superhero reversed all the damage."
"Well yeah. But Ladybug was insistent to make it clear that they couldn't bank everything on her. If she's taken down, everything's lost."
"This has been going for how many years. How do you still trust that hero?"
"And for how many years have the Joker been spreading his terror?" She asked drily and saw several of them recoil - Jason and Tim especially. 
"Ladybug is doing all that she can only get so far with Chat Noir around."
"Chat Noir? I thought that he was her partner?"
"He's supposed to be but we'll these days he causes more trouble than he stops. People hope he doesn't show up because the battles are always over quicker when he's not there." She could see that they wanted to ask more but number one she didn't want to talk about Chat Noir and number two she felt like if she continued talking, she would slip up and say something she shouldn't know and the risk of them catching it was greater since they were themselves heroes.
"And anyways, Hawkmoth only comes out in a blue moon and that's only when he has a lot of faith in his plans."
"So there are a lot of these akuma attacks?" 
"I guess it's kind of become a daily event by this point. People plan stuff taking it into consideration and if we're unlucky, there will be more than one in a day."
"So what type of akumas are there?"
"It depends really over what you've been akumatized. We've had a Pharaon, a Mime, Mr Pigeon and Mr Rat as well as Syren in the first year." 
"Those seem like... interesting characters." Jason said. 
"Wait until you hear this." Marinette snorted. "We had a Batman knock-off once, Owlman - he had his own electronic butler and everything."
The bats shared a look before they all bursted out laughing at once. 
How could they not, imagining Bruce's face upon learning of this?
"You need to tell us this story."
Marinette was more than eager to comply. 
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It's too long so I'm gonna reblog the rest
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