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𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳: 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚜' 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗

Group event on October 26th hosted at Supernaturals. Feat: @sirensofia, @marsdenlee, @eliasamiri, @yashicanand, @werewolfroman, @micah-weber, @simplyxsaylor, @juandiego-flores, @wolfontheloose.

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 7:00 PM Sofia felt like she'd never worn so much clothing in her life, at least not since she was a child and fidgeted with the gloves she wore as she stood by the bar. Without the 'strip club' element of the evening it was just a party which meant they were all allowed to drink and Sofia admittedly was excited for an evening just hanging out with her friends. "I'm going to drop every glass I pick up tonight, how did this girl just wear gloves every day?" Sofia asked the person next to her as a glass of straight tequila was placed in front of her.

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Yesterday at 7:04 PM "You didn't spray it with hairspray?" Mars asked as he reached for his own drink which was placed before him a moment later, a dark stout in a brown high necked bottle, looking like a picture of sin in his priest's collar and bottle of beer in his hand. "Shoulda sprayed your gloves with hairspray, makes it tacky so you can grip shit."

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 7:06 PM Sofia looked at the gloves, obviously she knew about using hairspray to keep her swimsuit in place when she'd done pageants growing up but gloves? Just seemed like you'd pick up a lot of germs touching things. "I don't know why I asked Roman to do something that involved so much fabric, I should have just done something basic," she stated, pulling off one of the gloves to pick up her drink, red swizzle stick on the side she sipped from so she didn't mess up her make-up. "Doesn't he look handsome, though?"

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Yesterday at 7:12 PM Mars tipped the bottle slowly against his lips to take a long gulp of the cool beer before he replied with an exhale, "Handsome? More like sick as fuck. I can't believe you guys went full comic book nerd and didn't tell me. I'd have shown up as classic Batman or Nightwing."

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 7:15 PM Sofia smiled, she was sort of amazed she'd been able to get Roman into such a specific costume, that had required Sofia to help him into the thing, but he'd actually seemed oddly excited about using his Creole accent on everyone for the evening. "I watched too many cartoons, I never read the comics," she admitted, aware it was potentially blasphemous to someone like Mars who loved comments - and was dressed as a Priest for the evening. "Batman is also an entirely other cartoon...and both would be easily beaten up by Rogue." Sofia took another sip of her drink, looking around for someone who might agree with her.

Magpie - {Elias} — Yesterday at 7:19 PM Elias could feel the bass of the music vibrating through his ribs. Or maybe it was nerves. He hated parties. He didn't want to go to parties. But here he was, wearing a dusty old cape that belonged to his father, hoping he desperately would fit in enough to be undetected as overtly strange. He'd made his way into the room, but hadn't made it much further than the nearest wall, already having second thoughts. Taking inventory of what he could hear and smell, he stayed still, focussing on what was going on around him.

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Yesterday at 7:24 PM Mars was gearing up to go on a tangent about how the comics were infinitely better than the cartoons and about to go off about the many talents and skills that Batman held in general, for he would defend his love of Batman until his dying breath, when he noticed the tall and lanky form of Elias slink into the building. "Hold that thought," Mars said to Sofia, holding up a finger from the hand that held his beer, nails clinking against the glass as he set it down. "Yo, Elias!" Mars called over to Elias, "It's me, your fave," announcing himself though he felt rather certain that Elias would recognize his voice, "Do you want me to navigate you to the bar where the cool kids are hanging?"

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 7:27 PM "Rude," she muttered, shaking her head and taking another sip of her drink. She wasn't actually annoyed, rather seeking out Roman with the beer she had been handed for him.

Yashica sat in her office going over paperwork and keeping an eye on the cameras when she saw what was, recognisably, Elias' beautiful mane of hair, excitement that he had shown but also a bit of nerves since she knew Elias felt sort of awkward about her work. Pushing out of her chair she rushed out of her office, spotting the man speaking with a bleach blonde Mars.

Magpie - {Elias} — Yesterday at 7:28 PM Elias physically jolted as he realised that not only was the sudden loud voice actively addressing him, but it was in fact coming from Mars. "Hey!" he shouted back, not entirely sure what volume was acceptable, or where even Mars exactly was. "No, thank you! I don't drink, I'm just here to..." he gave a loose wave of his hand, gesturing to the room as a whole. "Take it all in!" he lied.

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Yesterday at 7:33 PM "Suit yourself," Mars returned with a shrug, "Holler if you change your mind," then returned his attention to Sofia who had now seemed distracted so he would shelf the rant about Batman because it would definitely not be fun for either of them. "You looking for Daddyo or Bass Boy?"

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 7:38 PM Yash watched as Mars stepped away from Elias, not any sort of supernatural she couldn’t hear their conversation or determine any of the emotions that were expressed on there faces, she only knew she was surprised Elias had come and didn’t want him to get any sort of negative impression of the place. The woman tapped her rings together in her hand, partially from nerves and partially as an indication she was approaching. “You know Mars?“ Yash asked him.

Mars returned just as Sofia was picking up Roman’s drink and turned dark brown eyes to him. “I don’t even know if Micah is coming tonight,” Sofia answered, which wasn’t really an indication she wouldn’t be looking for Micah, just that she suspected she might not find him. “The drink is for Roman.”

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Yesterday at 7:42 PM As he was considerably taller than Sofia, Mars proceeded to give a cursory glance over the crowd of people within their near vicinity to see if he could see where Roman had slinked off to. "Is that him over there near the line for the bathrooms?" He asked gesturing over her shoulder.

Magpie - {Elias} — Yesterday at 7:42 PM Having been so stressed from the bustle of the room and the sudden barking from Mars, Elias had been completely oblivious to Yashica's approach. As she spoke he jumped in surprise, turning sharply to where she was. "I know Mars." he agreed, nodding his head absently. "He took me out for my birthday, and he annoys me at cooking club."

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 7:47 PM Sofia wasn’t sure why Mars was looking for Roman, Sofia knew where he was, having only lingered in place because Mars has asked her something. “Are you okay?” Sofia responded rather than answering. “You sure you’re not looking for someone?”

”Sorry,” Yash let out when she saw him jump, reaching a hand out to touch his shoulder so he could get a general idea of where she was in relation to him, keeping the touch firm so he knew it was purposeful. “Aww, that’s sweet, I have your gift but it’s sort of silly,” she admitted, having held off on giving it to him for that reason. It wasn’t expensive or cool. “Mars really does love free food though.”

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Yesterday at 7:51 PM "Of course I'm looking for someone but he's not here yet," Mars returned blandly, bringing his beer back to his lips as if drinking would help distract from that. He wasn't even sure if he'd be coming at all.

Micah arrived with a gaggle of his housemates and university friends, having pregamed in the parking lot so they were already giggly and tipsy but that didn't prevent them from making a beeline for the bar. He fussed with the hem of his jersey top which he'd cut at to turn it into a cropped top, effectively making him a sexy vampire jock. (edited)

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 7:54 PM "He's coming though? As a Nun perhaps?" Sofia teased, holding Roman's beer by her side and taking another sip of her drink. Obviously she noticed the horde of youths enter, very glad it was a partying night and not a dancing night because dudes in their twenties were exhausting, but as her eyes moved over the group she obviously noticed Micah, the cropped jersey he wore showing off the 'happy trail' that made her melt just a little. "Save me," Sofia declared to Mars. "Don't leave."

Magpie - {Elias} — Yesterday at 7:54 PM "It's okay!" he called back, his hand purposefully, but gingerly, reaching up to find Yashica's hand and bring it back down intwined with his. "You didn't have to get me anything. But, i'm sure it's great, because it's from you. I'm not expensive or cool, so, we'll get on just fine."

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Yesterday at 7:58 PM "He said he'd try," it took a surprising amount of effort not to reach for his phone in that moment to reread the texts exchanged but he’d managed it somehow, only turning his head impassively toward the raucus group of youths that entered. He had a reason to grin now based on Sofia’s response, "Oooh Bass Boy," he whispered to her. "Cute. You got it rough. Does he know you're here with Roman?" He did not envy her predicament.

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 8:01 PM Yashica felt his fingers touch hers, drawing her digits down into being entwined with his own. They had become rather accustomed to holding one another's hands but she understood that was typically for movement and as they stood still she felt like her heart might actually break through her chest it was beating with such ferocity. "You're definitely cool, you're friends with Mars and he's covered in tattoos, making him pretty cool, I imagine," Yashica laughed a little.

Sofia understood, Ryden had the pack and he also managed one business and owned another, the dude had a lot going on. "Did you end up bringing Jelly Legs?" she asked, however as the grin crossed Mar's face regarding Sofia's desperation to keep his company she was not quite so inclined to grin back. "He could assume, he knows Roman works here. They haven't met yet though. I don't think Roman even knows what he looks like or vice versa." Though Roman being in a Gambit costume was perhaps a give away, thankfully he was outside smoking because, as he had put it, 'fuck this costume is hot, I need some air.'

Magpie - {Elias} — Yesterday at 8:05 PM Elias rolled his eyes, scoffing. "Mars isn't cool." his mind was already beginning to race. How did they know each other? Were they close? Should he feel threatened? He felt threatened. "Mars is loud. And he steals food."

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 8:07 PM Yashica laughed when he accused Mars of being a loud food thief, thinking on how Elias had been very firm on Yashica trying a grape from the bunch in the grocery store being thievery. “Well he’s a good employee at least, always on time and rarely calls off,” she offered of his benefits, hopefully Elias knew even if she’d eat a grape she wouldn’t do anything inappropriate with an employee. “Did you want your gift?”

Magpie - {Elias} — Yesterday at 8:11 PM Elias curled his fingers, holding her hand tighter. "Yeah, well. I said he has good sides, he took me out for my birthday, didn't he?" he whined, still not happy to be defending him, but not wanting to argue either way. "I would love my gift. Is it here? Can I have it now?"

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Yesterday at 8:11 PM "No, she's with Celine. I wouldn't drink if I had to watch a baby shark. Dangerous otherwise," he cautioned in a joking tone. "That might make it easier," he started to say, noticing the lack of amusement in her expression prompting him to ask, "Do you want me to keep him away just in case? I'm a great diversion."

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 8:14 PM Yashica felt the tightness of his grasp and stepped closer into his vicinity. Aware of how handsome he looked in his cape, ends of his curls on the blue velvet. “Yeah, I get most of my packages sent here because I’m almost always here, it’s in my office if that’s okay? Or I can go get it and bring it back?”

Amber|RomanZainaThadAleTony — Yesterday at 8:15 PM The werewolf stepped back inside after his smoke in his Gambit costume carrying his staff greeting a few people but mostly trying to find Sofia.

Magpie - {Elias} — Yesterday at 8:16 PM "You have an office? Perfect, let's go there." he snapped, his words racing to get out as they offered him an escape rope from the sensory hell he was currently forced to endure.

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 8:17 PM Sofia genuinely wasn’t sure which of the men Mars meant he would ‘keep away’ and be a diversion for, wondering if perhaps he was taunting her. The fact was though she was there with Roman and Micah was going to end up exposed to him anyway. “No, I don’t think you’d be much of a distraction for either anyway, I look amazing, you really think you can hold them back?” she acknowledged, still holding Roman’s beer in her hand, unaware of his return. Besides, Micah had come in and hadn’t approached, maybe he was just going to hang with his mates. [8:22 PM] ”I definitely couldn’t get any work done out here,” she stated of why she had an office, keeping Elias’ hand close to her thigh as she moved so he knew to stay close to her if he wanted to avoid running into a bunch of costumed college students that had just come in. Her office wasn’t very far away but sounds certainly became quieter the further they moved because the building had so much sound proofing. “I’m sorry if it’s silly,” she told him, releasing his hand onto the back of a chair so he could feel for the environment around him.

Amber|RomanZainaThadAleTony — Yesterday at 8:23 PM "Woman," he smirked as he came up behind Sofia and placed his arms around her waist. Leaning in, he softly placed a kiss on her cheek. "What have I missed?"

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 8:26 PM Sofia looked at Mars as Roman came up behind her, his arms around her waist, feeling the gloves he wore. “I got your beer, mi viejo,” she told him, tapping the glass against his hand. “Mars told me he left Jelly Legs with that women whose an advisor with Nick in his pack,” she continued, catching Roman up as she inhaled slightly. “Micah’s here too, he’s with his friends though.” So far as she knew because Sofia had very specifically been keeping her eyes on Mars since she’d spotted him.

Magpie - {Elias} — Yesterday at 8:27 PM “Well, I assumed it’s not always like this.” He commented, but then the more he thought about it, the more he realised this was probably one of its better nights. As the music dies away he could finally hear himself think and for the first time since he’d arrived he felt like he wasn’t in an emergency. “No such thing as silly.” He promised, saddened at getting his hand back. He took a moment to expand his cane and gave the room a quick poke around to help make a vague layout in his mind. “I don’t know how you ever come out of this room, honestly. It’s carnage out there.”

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Yesterday at 8:28 PM Mars gave Roman a nod when he approached and excused himself " Speaking of that woman from the pack, it's about that time of night where I annoy her with text messages checking in on my baby if you will excuse me."

Amber|RomanZainaThadAleTony — Yesterday at 8:30 PM "Thanks ma cherie." He responded as he took the beer from Sofia's hand. Roman was not part of the local pack, but knew the members. "Oh, blue eyes. Yeah she has a," he paused. "She seems nice." He went with instead of mentioning her breasts. At the mention of Micah, he quickly frowned. "Don't give a fuck." He mumbled.

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 8:32 PM ”Not like this, no, it can get this crowded but this is more drinking and hanging out, usually, obviously, there’s more dancing and nudity,” not that Elias could tell the difference between how little nudity there was that night as opposed to others. “Honestly I usually don’t,” she admitted as she moved some boxes around, looking for the small box she had wrapped for him. Finally finding the plain wrapping paper and holding it out to him, no card because it seemed silly if she couldn’t do it in Braille. “Happy very very belated Birthday,” Yashica smiled, lightness in her words as her hands brought the box into his, nails softly dragging over the backs of his fingers. [8:38 PM] Sofia chuckled because he didn’t need to say it for Sofia to know what he was thinking, wriggling back against him with amusement at his restraint. “Blue eyes when you’re looking at them,” she teased him, not able to see the frown that came over his face but able to hear it in his words. “I know,” she responded as though she did not think he was lying, leaning up and placing a kiss on the edge of his jaw - despite having teased him all night he’d be getting no kisses because it wasn’t in character. “Just be nice, hmm? I’ll stay here,” she requested, wrapping one arm over his. “I like it here.”

Magpie - {Elias} — Yesterday at 8:41 PM “Glad I’m here tonight then.” He raised his eyebrows at the mention of nudity. Not something he’d want to see if he could and certainly not something he wanted to be blindly stuck in the midst of. Hearing her rummaging around, he turned his head sharply, still on edge at being where he was. “Oh!” He smiled, reaching out to take the gift from her. “Wow, you wrapped it! My parent’s stopped bothering after a year or two.” He paused for a moment, running his fingertips along the paper, taking in the texture and the dips and curves where it met the concealed item. “Can I open it now? I know some people don’t like to be there.”

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 8:43 PM Yash laughed when he he said his parents had simply stopped wrapping gifts. “They’re really saving a lot of money on all that wrapping paper,” she noted. “Guess I was in the habit but I’ll admit it’s just green, nothing on it or we’ll done so I too was aware I didn’t need to do as much as I normally would,” she told him with honesty. “Yes, yes, you can open it now, I might have to explain what it is though, but I’ll let you try and guess.”

Amber|RomanZainaThadAleTony — Yesterday at 8:45 PM Roman chuckled to himself knowing Sofia could read his mind. The amused expression quickly faded when she mentioned Micah, Roman still not in the best mood when it came to the other. Roman grumbled under his breath. "I'm always nice." He teased.

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 8:47 PM Sofia laughed again, this time turning around in his arms, tequila still in one hand as she leaned against his chest, the old man’s grey hairs contrasting the colours in his costume. “I wouldn’t want you to be always nice,” she mused, leaning up and kissing his cheek once again, lingering however this time.

Amber|RomanZainaThadAleTony — Yesterday at 8:52 PM Roman lifted a brow and smirked. "How do you want me?" He questioned as he wiggled his brows. "So what's the plan for stuff?"

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Yesterday at 8:53 PM Micah was hanging with his friends but he had noticed Sofia, how could he not, but he also noticed the older man beside her and decided to keep his distance, not wanting to make things awkward for her. Maybe they'd run into each other later.

Magpie - {Elias} — Yesterday at 8:55 PM “They are,” he agreed, not wanting to get hung up on their laziness or thriftiness and which of the two it really was. “But still, nice to be thought of, ay?” He turned his attention to the present, holding it in his right arm, so he could use his left hand to delicately pick away at the paper. Savouring the moment, he took extra time peeling the paper back, enjoying the crisp sound as it tore. Now, with the gift exposed, he patted it gently with his fingertips, taking in that it was cold and likely metallic. Knowing it was likely robust, he felt around more enthusiastically, his nervous energy redirected to fidgeting with the gift. It had so many opposing textures, it was infinitely entertaining without knowing what it was. “I’ll be honest with you, I haven’t a clue what it is. But, I really like it. It feels like… like a wonky xylophone.” (edited)

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 8:57 PM Sofia gave him a thinking sort of frown, tapping a nail on the edge of her glass as she’d taken off a glove to hold it. “Desperate?” she teased before she tilted her hand. “The plan for what stuff?” Sofia asked. It was easier with Roman there in front of her, not to think about Micah running around with his friends.

“Micah! We’re both vampires!” Bellamy announced, practically jumping onto the younger male with slender arms engulfing him in a big hug, her wig brushing over his cheek. “Hard to tell whose sexier!” Bellamy joked. [8:59 PM] Yash laughed when he said it felt like a wonky xylophone, yes she could see that’s what it felt like and would have been amused if he attempted to play it. “It’s uh, it’s a decorative version of that lemon talisman I told you we have. I was going to make you one with real lemons and chilis but I thought it might go bad so I ordered one that it’s metal and glass for you to hang up and keep out bad energy. I know it’s not like a fun gift or useful even,” Yash explained, resisting the urge to apologize for it.

Amber|RomanZainaThadAleTony — Yesterday at 9:01 PM "Desperate?" He knew she was teasing, because he doubt she would find desperation attractive. "I don't know, what are we doing here?" He questioned. The only reason he came tonight was for Sofia and her excitement of them doing a couple's costume. And suddenly like nails on the chalkboard he heard a familiar voice and looked to see the crazy blonde vampire talking to Micah causing him to smack his lips.

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 9:05 PM Oh she would have found Roman begging for her attractive. On his knees and telling her he needed her? Roman’s old masculinity no doubt clouding him from the appeal. “Mhmm,” she nodded before he asked what they were doing there and Sofia let out a slow breath. “Spending time together,” Sofia stated, focused on Roman rather than the obvious feminine voice calling for Micah even if that was hard to do. “You want to leave?” she assumed.

Magpie - {Elias} — Yesterday at 9:07 PM A smile scrawled across Elias’ face as he realised what it was. It memorialised their first conversation. For a moment he couldn’t hear the crowd outside or the dull thud of cheap music. It was just him and her alone in the office. He hugged it to his chest, ignoring the gentle pokes from the edges. “Oh, Yash, thank you! It’s perfect, honestly. It’s the best.” He enthused, taking a moment to feel over it again, now realising the xylophone bars were chillis. “It’s amazing, thank you so much. It’ll be going up in my room, pride of place.”

Amber|RomanZainaThadAleTony — Yesterday at 9:09 PM "Mhmm?" He raised a brow. In his mind they could spend time back at their place, but didn't say anything. "Sounds like a great night," he smiled trying to put effort in their relationship. "I want to do whatever you want hot stuff, might go get another drink and step outside for another smoke."

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 9:11 PM Yash watched as Elias touched the gift, holding it to his chest and his fingers tracing over the shape of the chilis, teeth sucking in her lower lip to contain herself as he seemed to genuinely like the gift even if it wasn’t fun or useful, even if he wouldn’t be able to see it everyday and would simply have to know it was there. “I’m glad you like it,” she responded, her hand reaching out to touch his over the gift. “Guess I have to get you eight more soon enough,” she joked a little, unsure if she was actually meant to get him gifts for the upcoming holiday or if it was only family.

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Yesterday at 9:15 PM Micah shifted when upon feeling Bellamy embrace him and returned joyfully, "Damn! Definitely you are. I'm like the stock photo version of a sexy vampire." (edited)

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 9:15 PM His raised brow gave way to the idea that he genuinely didn’t see how desperation might be seen as attractive. “You’re surprised I’d enjoy listening to you need me that much?” Sofia asked, her than that was still gloved touching the costume covering his chest. “I want you to stay with me, you can drink here.” Even if they just stood together all night, Sofia would like that.

Magpie - {Elias} — Yesterday at 9:16 PM As she touched his hand, he looked up instinctively as if to meet her gaze. “I love it, and there’s..” he reached down to check his maths was correct, running his finger along the length of the gift. “Seven chillis and one lemon, so, I think it covers Hanukkah too.” He smiled, grateful that she remembered, but not wanting her to go out of her way just for him. “Really, you didn’t have to get me anything, but, I’m so glad you did.”

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 9:17 PM “If you’re the stock version I’ll need to start making more investments,” Bellamy insisted as she withdrew from him. “Up my portfolio with vampire jocks,” she grinned, wishing Nicky had come so she could show off the handsomeness that vampire men could be. “You want some drinks?” (edited) [9:20 PM] Yash could feel his fingers moving beneath her own over the gift, able to see in his expression that he was counting. “Then how would I have an excuse to see you everyday for a week?” she joked, aware that they hadn’t even gone on one date yet and perhaps that was a bit intense. “Me too, your mum won’t think it’s some fertility thing right?” Yash played, having found out what superstition his mum attributed to the jam she had yet to try.

Amber|RomanZainaThadAleTony — Yesterday at 9:20 PM "Not surprised," he tried to let her know here and there he needed her. He didn't find that to be desperate. Just more the truth. Sucking in a breath of air, he nodded. "Alright, I'm here hot stuff."

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 9:22 PM Sofia curled up against his chest when he agreed that he would stay by her side. Sofia sort of assuming Roman would mostly stay by her while she spoke to people, occasionally interjecting to comment on certain things, mostly crude comments she imagined. “Do you like your costume?“ she asked him.

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Yesterday at 9:26 PM "Reading my mind," Micah laughed and waved over the bartender to get their attention so they could order some drinks but confused about the portfolio comment so he could only laugh. "You think vampirism suits me?" He stayed close to her, trying not to notice the way Sofia remained almost hip to hip with Roman.

Magpie - {Elias} — Yesterday at 9:26 PM “You don’t need an excuse, or even a reason. You know where to find me and you know you’re welcome there anytime.” He could feel his heartbeat quickening again, a heat on the back of his neck and a weakness in his stomach. He wasn’t sure there was a name for how he felt. But, it was kind of like being in love. His cheeks burnt a painful blush as she mentioned his half of their initial conversation. Clearly, she’d at least been interested enough to bother seeking out the purpose behind their superstitions. It proved she cared about what he had to say, even if it was painfully embarrassing. “She might?” He squeaked, going for honesty when his wits failed him. His parents, whilst open to anybody, had spent all their lives in a Jewish neighbourhood practicing Jewish customs, it would only be natural they were curious of foreign cultural items. But, curiosity promotes education. “She does want grandchildren, so, I don’t think she’d mind, even if it was.”

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 9:31 PM “I think so!” Bella insisted. It wasn’t like Bellamy was any type of expert but… “I wouldn’t trust vampirism to someone who wants to be a vampire, you know? Someone who wants beauty or money or power or whatever. In my mind that’s like…the worst person you’d want to be a vampire, they’re just going to become an arsehole. You’d never be that way, you’d make a great vampire,” she insisted as she leaned over the bar and asked for a Negroni, unaware of the present meme when the bartender asked if she wanted Prosecco in it and shaking her head. “I’m so nervous about making one though, I don’t totally know how, I have…an idea of how.”

When Roman answered Sofia barely heard him because she heard Micah’s voice approaching the bar with the blonde that he’d been to the birthday party of. If Sofia wasn’t aware she was doing something with Nick the Narc she might have intervened, as it was Sofia, who had promised Roman to remain in his arms, gave the man a soft wave of her hand, Roman not noticing as he ordered himself another drink. [9:36 PM] ”I wouldn’t want to bother your parents, you might be pleased with a sudden guest but they might not,” she noted, lacing her fingers once more with his own, smitten with how he looked in the heroic cape. Yashica was both a realist and a romantic. She wasn’t going to get swept up over night into marrying someone she didn’t know but she definitely had a quickening to her heart seeing the man look even a little like a prince. “I’ll have to find some kind of actual fertility custom to show her, take a really long time to find it so she’s not just filling your room with that sort of thing,” she smiled, besides Yash was on the pill even if she wasn’t actively sleeping with anyone she would rather be safe than sorry.

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Yesterday at 9:38 PM "I definitely don't want to be a vampire but I appreciate you thinking I'd make a good one." Micah ordered himself a beer, "I don't have much input. All I know is from like Twilight or Dracula. That'sthe only idea I have. "

Magpie - {Elias} — Yesterday at 9:40 PM “Honestly, I think they’d be glad I had friends over. I haven’t had friends over in a long time, now.” His smile faltered slightly, realising how pathetic that must sound. “You don’t have to do that. I’m sure she’d appreciate your name and a handshake, at least for the first time you meet.” He bowed his head, wanting to avoid the topic which he knew so little about. “They’ll be well educated on this, though.” He referred again to his gift, having forgotten its name.

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 9:44 PM Sofia noticed Micah not noticing her and felt the desire to agree that Roman could in fact go out and have a smoke. Aware that was wrong and messed up, in reality she wanted to simply talk to him and wanted that to be normal. Fortunately given the gift of Roman saying he needed the bathroom.

“Ooooh which Dracula though? I would marry the Dracula in Van Helsing, be one of his crying brides trying to resurrect their weird dead babies,” Bellamy declared to him. Micah was certainly not an Edward Cullen sort of vampire.

”Gary Oldman’s Dracula, right?” Sofia asked, putting back on the glove she’d removed as she looked to Micah. She just wanted to be friendly with him, so he knew he didn’t have to simply avoid her if they weren’t somewhere alone. [9:48 PM] ”Well, as you’ve pointed out, some of your friends are annoying food thieves,” Yashica played, not finding it embarrassing. They were adults, it was hard enough making friends with work and responsibilities, adding on that Elias couldn’t always participate with as much ease as others and it made sense to her. “Name and a handshake I can do,” she assured him, her own hand simply wanting to stay close to his own. “Sounds good to me. Did you want to go back out to the party now that you have it or did you want to stay here?” She asked, aware that it was much quieter in her office.

Magpie - {Elias} — Yesterday at 9:53 PM “I never said we were friends.” He grumbled, not wanting to have to play social ping pong again regarding where he and Mars stood as even he wasn’t entirely sure. Part of him was sure Mars used him as something to torment when he was bored, and he wouldn’t consider that ‘friendship.’ “I’d much rather stay here, honestly. Out there is so…loud and overwhelming. I only came because I thought you might be here.. this isn’t somewhere I’d ever want to be, especially not alone.” He thought for a moment before considering other options, “you don’t have to waste your night here with me though. If you want to party, go for it! I can sneak out the back door.”

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 9:57 PM Yashica shook her head before she quickly spoke. “I was going to be back here anyway, let the employees have their fun without the Boss hovering so we can stay here, talk a little and then we can walk you home,” she suggested and her fingers pulling on his own to officially sit down. “I’m flattered you came for me though, even if this isn’t somewhere you’d usually spend your time. I hoped I’d see you.” Her thumb running beneath his palm it was a little hard to control her impulses but Yashica had bought a beautiful dress of their date, something that would make her feel confident, and was looking forward to a romantic evening with him. She could control her impulses for something special.

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Yesterday at 10:06 PM Micah glanced toward Sofia as she spoke, giving her a bright smile in return. "Gary Oldeman, you got it," and then to Bellamy, "The Van Helsing one is good too but I'm a fan of the real classic."

Magpie - {Elias} — Yesterday at 10:10 PM “That’s nice of you, to do that for them.” He agreed, feeling her tugging at him. He reached out, trying to figure out where she was taking him so he could react appropriately, taking extra care not to drop his gift. “If anything, you rescued me out there. I was drowning the second I walked in.” The hair on the back of his neck stood up as she touched him, more tenderly than the usual navigational aid. He felt a deep heat returning to his cheeks as he sat down. He laid his present across his lap for safekeeping. “I don’t think you’ve ever told me. When’s your birthday?”

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 10:12 PM Sofia gave him a gentle nudge, looking from Bella and back to him. “You’re all forgetting the best vampire Count Chocula,” she stated, “he’s the real classic.”

Bella’s drink came and she laughed that Micah would want to be Gary Oldman. “You want that boob hair that he has?” she smiled. “I’ll stick with Van Helsing but nothing is worse than those like Dracula 3000 type movies.”

Sofia was of course not really listening to Bella, leaning slightly against Micah. “Any chance you guys could talk about vampire later and I could borrow Micah?” Leaving the choice more up to him.

Bird || Saylor — Yesterday at 10:17 PM Though arriving late to the party, a basketball practice run long, Saylor found herself excited to get a chance to explore where Sofia worked. She took in the way her sister leaned against Micah and smiled. Just happy to see her happy. She’d decided to dress up as beetlejuice, a classic with a killer suit. “As long as no one brings Edward Cullen up as a classic I’ll agree with anything. Though, Gary Oldman is a classic himself.”

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 10:20 PM “So much Twilight hate from this crowd,” Bellamy objected with a shake of her head. “It’s not like a masterpiece but it’s funny and fun and as the only real vampire here I get the final say. You lot can have final say on Sirens and the Secret Circle.”

Bird || Saylor — Yesterday at 10:23 PM “I personally view it promotes abusive relationships. On top of being dumb. At least the books were decently written. The movies are just a joke.” Saylor grinned as she took a sip of the vodka martini she’d ordered, “As a human id like to say that Secret Circle is also a dud. True Blood now that’s a show.”

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Yesterday at 10:24 PM "The boob hair was the best part!" Micah asserted, firmly aware of the contact Sofia made as she leaned against him. He couldn’t help but glance around slightly at her suggestion to borrow him, trying to see if he could spot Roman. Then looked to her "You can borrow me whenever you want."

Mafe || Juan Diego — Yesterday at 10:25 PM Juan Diego was not planning on getting this late but he had been working late, and visiting most of the events around the city, he knew well which one he was going to visit the last. He came greeting all the staff of Supernatural, he could hear some jokes about his Indiana Jones costume and the fact that he had a whip, he shook his head “I won’t be using this around, I know better how to not get kicked out, but I can borrow it, if any of you want to use it.” He grabbed a beer and saw what everyone was talking about it “I most say there are far better vampire movies, I’m more into Interview with the vampire, Anne Rice knows how to ride complex characters.”

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 10:28 PM Bella let out a snort, as she tended to do when she found something suddenly amusing. Definitely not going to argue with anyone who thought the books were decently written. "As a human?" Bella frowned, able to smell the stench of the sea on her as sirens made Bellamy quite ill and so typically smelled very off to her. "No argument that Interview with the Vampire is amazing, no one could," she agreed with JD.

Sofia gently touched JD's shoulder when he approached since she and Micah were stepping away fro a moment but she didn't want the man worrying it was him. "We'll be back," she informed both her sister, Micah's blonde companion, and the councilman who had approached, pulling Micah across towards the stage. "I like the costume," Sofia informed him, which wasn't at all what she wanted to talk about.

Bird || Saylor — Yesterday at 10:31 PM Saylor’s brow quirked at Juan, a slight smirk on her full lips, “You got a license for that thing?” Her quip was one of many. For a brief moment her gaze returned to her sister, their eyes meeting before the older siren left. A soft frown pulled at her features; she knew that Roman was here as well and worried for his reaction, for her sister’s sake. It didn’t matter what he thought. Her gaze toward Bella turned sharp. “Yup. Human. I know, I know. Hard to believe someone this hot is totally boring.”

Mafe || Juan Diego — Yesterday at 10:35 PM Juan Diego laughed at the license comment “I do I do”. He smiled at Sofia and nodded “Thank you”. JD focus back on the conversation and shook his head and the human comment “What makes you say you are boring?” (edited)

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 10:36 PM Bella's gaze moved up and down the brunette, far to slender to be Bellamy's type - much like her sister was - but mostly she didn't understand how the woman felt so confident to blatantly lie in a room of vampires and werewolves who could smell what she was on her skin, the air to Bella who specifically could not drink siren blood tasting like fish oil. "Hmm," was all Bellamy said, the vampire not at all inclined to engage with liars - her biggest pet peeve. Fortunately...

Yashica returned from walking Elias home, aware she couldn't quite leave the club with the party still going and would need to assist with clean up. "Indy!" she announced before looking over to catch Saylor's costume too "oh, girl from Beetlejuice," Yash offered, unaware of the name of the character. "Who's boring?" (edited)

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Yesterday at 10:41 PM Micah let Sofia lead them toward a quieter section of the club nearer to the stage, passing by a few of his friends in the process and shooting them a smile and slap of his hand on their shoulder. Once alone with her, he tucked his fingers into his pockets, "Oh yeah? Sexy jock vampire working for you? Your costume is amazing. It's like a full professional costume."

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 10:45 PM "It is, suits you a little, hint of darkness," she offered, poking at the area of his skin that no longer had the sharpie of her name on it, eyes lifting from the exposed space between his pants and his cropped top and back up to his eyes. She knew she had told Micah before they'd got their most recent tattoo that she wasn't ready, that she wanted him to wait for her, but there had been a lack of clarity on how things were with Roman, mostly because Roman still hadn't give her a clear answer on what they were beyond that he wanted her. "It matches Roman's," she offered of her own costume, an awkward way to move into the topic. "He agreed to dress up with me so I spent a bit of money getting something good."

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Yesterday at 11:36 PM Micah smiled at her comment, laughing under his breath at the playful poke to his lower abdomen, sort of swaying on his feet a bit as he met her gaze. He tried not to let his expression shift at the mention of Roman, reminding himself that she was happy and that was a good thing. "I saw. He's Gambit, right? You two look good together." He thought it might be harder to say that but it wasn't.

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Yesterday at 11:48 PM Sofia didn't expect Micah to be rude or cruel about her words because he wasn't either of those things. Sofia did imagine, based on Mars' questioning, for him to ask who Roman was to her, if she'd asked him to wait how long was he expected to wait for. However, he did not and while perhaps it should have upset her that Micah was simply kind, knowing a part of her wished for him to be jealous, Sofia was overcome by the fact she was so used to people not caring that it might upset her to put her relationship with someone they didn't know under review that when Micah simply did not do that it only made her more aware of how wonderful he was. The siren immediately wrapping her arms around Micah and pulling him tight against her, the scent of hairspray probably in his face from all the curls she'd put in her hair for the costume. Words sat in her chest, filling it with confessions not wise to be made, being deconstructed and reconstructed with a more appropriate turn of phrase. "Thank you, King." He never made her feel stupid, he wasn't even making her feel guilty, so if she wanted things to be good between them, to be friends she couldn't hide when he walked into a room, even if it would upset Roman and she knew she'd keep that in mind for the Gala because she had every intention of dancing with Micah. Slowly she withdrew, gloves moving over the shoulders of his jersey. "I've never worn so much clothing before." October 27, 2022

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Today at 12:51 AM Micah returned the embrace, not minding the strong chemical smell of hairspray that tickled his nose, it seemed lightly fragranced with something else to offset the chemical scent. He didn't know how to respond to her thanks, it felt both unnecessary and something else he didn't know how to name, but it made his chest warm with her against him. He would have held her like that for a long time but when he felt her withdraw, he let his arms fall down to the sides of her waist, sharp laugh leaving his throat "You're right. I don't think I've ever seen you this covered up. I can't see an inch of skin. I'm showing more skin than you are."

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Today at 1:09 AM Sofia lingered close, aware Roman could return at any moment but also aware Roman was trying very hard right now to take care of her needs and likely was not about to start a fight in the club. “You’re just trying to show off one of your best features,” she smiled back at him, the sharp laugh taking over his whole face from the way she looked at him. Smitten in many ways by how it caught his cheeks and held in his eyes, her own laugh only even capable of being that way in moments, most of the time award her laughed seemed sarcastic. “Really though, I just…I guess I just wanted you to know you don’t have to hide from me and that I don’t want to hide from you in these situations and…Roman knows I won’t be okay with you being treated badly,” Roman had to look at ink on her body that insisted upon how much Sofia cared for Micah. “And I won’t treat anyone you spend time with badly,” she added on for clarity. His hands on her hips, her own on the fabric of his jersey, and their proximity still close she let her bold brown eyes swell with focus. “I trust you, King,” and she hoped, after everything she’d said in his home about waiting for her, he trusted her as well, that he trusted she was telling him as much as she knew and understood of things. “You’ll dance with me at the gala? And we won’t pretend we don’t see each other?”

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Today at 1:51 AM "I wasn't hiding from you," he started to say, a crease forming in between his brows when they met together, "I just," he paused, thinking of how to say it, "I just didn't want to make things hard for you or cause an argument between you and Roman." He knew his own feelings when it came to Sofia being with someone else and he wasn't even with Sofia in that capacity, so he could only imagine how much more it might feel for someone else to see someone they cared for to be affectionate towards another, even if they weren't actively hugging or touching each other, it must be hard simply knowing how close they were, tattoos inked into their skin that gave their affection a permanent and physical fixture. Micah nodded, his dark curls bouncing slightly with the motion, his hair had been growing so it hung down to his chin where he'd smeared some faux blood to really sell the appearance of his vampire costume. "We'll dance together at the gala and as soon as I see you I'll go right up to you and tell you how beautiful you look."

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Today at 2:03 AM Micah was so generous, and the fact that half of his feelings weren't even a concern for her but an empathy for Roman unbeknownst to Sofia spoke so highly of his character. "I'm a bit more worried about losing you than fighting with Roman," she offered, because she could go toe to toe with Roman, she couldn't fight Micah if he said being around her was too much. "He's a big boy, and I know I'm not exactly being fair to either of you but I'm trying to be more upfront about things. I want you around. Roman's just where I feel I need to be right now," Sofia swallowed, hoping even if Micah couldn't understand the logic of it that he at least saw if Sofia felt that way then them being together wouldn't be quite so full as the confidence Sofia believed she could have once she really worked on herself, understood her own needs better. "And I'll insist you're equally as handsome," she assured him with a grin, wishing she could touch him as easily as she usually did but with thick gloves she felt awkward doing so. "Especially with how long your hair is getting, will probably end up playing with it through the whole song," she insisted, seeing Roman from the corner of her eye exiting the bathroom. The man was fighting with his costume and had clearly not been able to get it back on properly after peeing, pulling at the crotch and at the neck. "Go back over there, teach Saylor the Twilight books suck," Sofia indicated, her own curls falling down over her cheeks, less natural than his own, hairspray making them appear more sharp than soft. "I'm going to take Roman home, he put in the hard time tonight but pick a song to request for us, I want to make sure we have a good one," she told Micah, leaning in for a second to kiss his cheek, feeling their curls touch, hers sticking to his as she withdrew. "See you Friday, King."

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Today at 2:12 AM It was a strange feeling that made its way through him as she spoke, a mixture of jealousy, a small amount of grief for the relationship they didn't have, and a want for her to be happy and being genuinely happy to hear that she was feeling more capable of voicing her needs and that Roman was making an effort to meet them. Micah's care for Sofia went far beyond the capacity for him to be selfish about it. If she said that Roman made her happy and she wanted to be with him, then he was happy for her, no matter how lonely he felt about it. "I think I need another drink to debate the Twilight series with your sister," he returned with a bittersweet expression, his lids half closing when she pressed her glossy lips to his cheek, he could feel the trace of her makeup lingering against his cheek which he brushed the wetness away softly with the side of his hand. He almost reached out to make her stay, felt the muscles in his arm and hand twitch toward her but he let his hand fall to his side instead, muttering back to her, "See you Friday, Sofia," and turned his head to plant a kiss to her own cheek, inadvertently lingering for a breath or two before he finally moved away from her to rejoin the group of those left at the bar.

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Today at 2:15 AM Sofia felt it too, the way he wanted to reach for her, how easy it would have been to stay in each others touch but she knew the results, and while it hurt to both step away, and to see Micah wipe his cheek she smiled at his own affection before heading towards Roman who had, obviously, seen the exchange and was, very clearly, ready to leave.

Paris || BellaYashSofiaRankleCel — Today at 2:27 AM [[OOC: I am heading to bed but as we're all on different time zones we're keeping this open for 24hrs so feel free to jump in if you feel up to it. ]]

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Today at 2:33 AM Mars had probably spent an unnecessary amount of time bent over his phone in a corner of the club, texting back and forth with Celine who was watching his daughter, likely driving her up the wall with his constant interruptions but he was notorious for being an anxious parent when away from his baby for any considerable length of time. In an attempt to ease his rising anxiety, Mars made his way to the bar to order himself another beer as he'd long ago finished his first one.

Sandra || Ryden & Minho — Today at 11:38 AM Very late but finally there, no costume because he had no time in the end to think of one let alone put it on, however his trademark leather jacket could pass as some sort of a lazy attempt at a costume, Ryden made his way into the familiar club, silver eyes scanning the central area under a pair of dark aviator shades. He could see no familiar faces around presently but intermingling smells told him people came and went throughout the evening, familiar or not. The quick scan of the club immediately singled out one familiar form retreating to the bar area - just the guy he was looking for. Ryden’s sharp grin stretched sneakily, the wolf stalking after, hands in pockets and sway slow, taking his time to observe the other man and follow after him without Mars knowing. It almost felt oddly nostalgic to follow after him like this, always keeping track and aware of the other man while thinking that he was not as alert in return. When the male siren finally reached the bar, so did Ryden, taking up the free spot by his side casually. “Sorry I’m late, Mars-bar.” Said the purring, low baritone as the wolf slid his shades down to peek at the other man over their rim. “Buy me a beer nevertheless?” He pleaded, boyish grin lopsided and wide.

kim|mars.matt.minji.micah.wynn — Today at 12:28 PM Mars turned his head toward the lumbering frame of Ryden, who had approached easily and settled himself in the spot nearest to him with comfortable ease, keeping his expression neutral for the moment as he took the other male in, blue eyes scanning quickly in the dim light of the club from the smoothed back hair, to the dip of his sunglasses, to the greys that peeked out from behind the dark lenses, to the boyish grin that was much too charming for his own good, to the casual lean of his body. A beat later and his lips split into his signature catlike grin, "You ain't late, Jerkface. You're right on time." Then proceeded to steal the sunglasses off from Ryden's face and plant it on his own, tipping it low on the bridge of his nose like he was an elderly librarian and waved over the bartender.

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river-bottom-nightmare · 3 years

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sitting here sobbing thinking about the day dick realized damian was taller than him

it might have been during patrol, on one of the rare occasions dick would slip into the old, familiar cesspool of gotham city, wading into the stripped-clean people and clockwork crime that made up his childhood. despite the time stretching between when they'd patrolled together, trained together, fought together, dick and damian still slid effortlessly into a rhythm, a powerful thrum of dual sound waves permeating the smog. dick landed on the ledge of a rooftop, toes pointed and calves tensed and grin alight with sheer euphoria that free-running gave him. damian was only a hair behind him, his landing a bit wobbly as he tried to overcompensate for his newly-acquired height and bulk. damian straightened up to toss his own smirk back at his mentor (his father, his brother, his batman), wicked sharp and curved and almost as striking as the instrument strapped to his back in a sheath. and dick would beam right back up at him, before tumbling headfirst in the realization that his neck was craned slightly up to do so.

or it could be during a holiday dinner, because despite very few of their family members actually being religious, alfred's old british tendencies shone through in his insistence for christmas dinner. texting often and sending pictures would never replace having a warm, living, breathing person next to him, though, and dick could draw upon reserves of patience to make it through the night. light and laughter and love dripping from the chandelier would more than make up for it. dick unwrapped his scarf, threading it through his fingers as he rolled his shoulders out from alfred's guiding hands on his jacket, and he turned with a smile ready to greet whoever stood at the stairs. then, his grin would drop, because candlewax dripped and plants blossomed under persephone's touch and the sun took bow only to perform an encore once again, but dick never understood that time had passed until that moment. there damian was standing, arms loose at his sides, passively ready to reciprocate a hug. his hair was longer and his shoulders were broader and he was standing a good couple inches over dick and it seemed as though the boy had more of bruce's genes in him than dick remembered.

or maybe it was in the field, on a titans mission. damian and his hodgepodge of handpicked company he called a team had proven themselves more than competent, just like the generations of titans before them. but there were times when dick and roy and donna were simply needed, garth's expertise was required, wally's power was essential. it was the thrilling sort of cacophony: fire blasting, weapons flashing left and right, people flinging themselves off rooftops with outstretched arms, knowing without a doubt their teammate would catch them. and somewhere in the midst of the fray, dick ended up back-to-back with his old robin, the two of them trusting each other to watch their six after all these years. it's not that dick ever doubted a younger damian's ability to cut down anyone foolish enough to attack batman from behind, but right now, there seemed to be a lot more back to lean against. he turned to see damian twirling his sword like the flip of a ribbon, deflecting a blast that would have hit straight on.

it hurt, no matter what the situation was. dick wondered if this was what bruce saw, fifteen or twenty-odd years ago. if bruce blinked and suddenly zephyr had spirited his precious, precocious little child away, leaving a long-limbed and hard-eyed stranger in their place. dick wondered if there was any pride mixed in with the melancholy wistfulness at all. supposedly, bruce had sung his praises to his league, but all dick ever saw was the encompassing shadow of an outstretched palm reaching out to guide him where bruce thought he needed to go.

looking at damian, dick understood. damian was childish complaints wrapped up in eloquent language, dust floating through the air over an old violin, animal treats crumbling out of pockets, spray-paint on fingers that no number of large hoodies could hide. damian was not muscled arms swinging a broadsword with ease, damian was not green and gold accents without a hint of red, damian was not a calm, mature twinkle in an eye.

it's not fair, dick thought. damian's youth wasn't allowed to blow away on the backs of dandelion pappus. it's not fair.

but dick could muddle past that, because the set of damian's shoulders was relaxed in the way only true confidence could bring. he let his team make decisions and he took time off to visit his family and he stuck his landings the way dick had taught him, a couple years and a couple lifetimes ago. the only time i feel pride is when i look at nightwing, bruce said once, dick wasn't sure if what he was feeling was pride or love, but he was beginning to believe bruce's words.

(pride in others and love for others were too wrapped up in each other, too utterly intertwined, for them to be distinct anyway.)

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canonbisexualdccharacter · 3 years

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rating the justice league's theoretical fits for the met gala:

batman: 0/10 doesn't show up no matter how much his kids beg him to. on an unrelated note bruce wayne has fallen down the stairs

superman: 4/10 kryptonian fashion is cool but this is the guy who put on a wallmart uniform to go to a double date with catwoman. i don't trust his fashion choices

wonder woman: 100/10 amazing spectacular showstopping. she's wearing themyscira's hottest ceremonial armour and showing so much muscle it's a miracle nobody has fainted yet. this look becomes an entire generation's gay awakening. and it's also confortable enough to kill enemies on!

flash: 6/10 it's not very impressive but it's fun. he's not afraid of wearing vibrant colors but on very basic pieces. i think he's the kind of guy who would wear a red tux and think he has made some kind of point. but again, fun

cyborg: 5/10 vic is a rare combination of jock and nerd and unfortunately that isn't good for fashion. like he could pull something if he tried, he has the figure and the face, he could totally wear a suit with cyberpunk accents, but unfortunately he doesn't feel confortable taking the risk so he sticks with his prom tux. shame

aquaman: 10/10, 16/10 if we're talking jason momoa's aquaman. like yeah people might say he's the dorkiest superhero but wait until he shows up in a luminescent blue suit, no shirt, tits out, blue coral and silver jewelry, shark teeth earring, hair in a messy bun, iridescent eye makeup, queen mera as his date wearing a dress made out of actual waves. god i'm so bi

green lantern: 3/10 he follows the theme but it's not a great outfit. points for trying

green arrow: 11/10 and it pisses EVERYONE off. most of his points come from coordinating with dinah and from being the sluttiest bitch on the gala. he's here to have fun and show hole and by god he will deliver

black canary: 67/10 what can i say? she's a punk rock icon, she wears fishnets to work, she's not afraid of taking risks because she knows whatever she tries she will ace, that's her superpower. oh and ollie is her armpiece so that also counts.

martian manhunter: 2/10 you can't just show up in your work uniform, it doesn't matter that it's composed by a blue speedo and a red harness, it doesn't count. next time get m'gann to help you out man

shazam: 0/10 is a kid, his fashion sense comes from tiktok, no i won't allow it

zatanna: 9/10 she wears tuxedos on the daily so it kind of loses some of its effect but still oh my fucking god. oh my god. jesus fucking christ.

nightwing: 0/10 unless the theme is 80's fashion, then he kills it

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Just had an idea! What if it becomes increasingly obvious to Gotham that Cas is definitely a Bat. She's graceful in the way they've seen their vigilantes run across the rooftops. She almost broke that one guys arm that started messing with the group she was with.

Her brother Dick is an acrobat, or at least used to live with them before he was adopted, and can do the same supposedly impossible flip thing, so he's probably the first Robin, now Nightwing. So at least 2 of the Wayne children are probably Bats.

The youngest, Damien is like a feral child who can use his words in devastating ways, can be heard muttering about his knives with others shushing him about it, and most would take it as a given that if you gave that child a weapon, he would probably enthusiastically use it against you. He, like most teens, but! This newest Robin is shockingly Stab happy and harsher with his words than the previous ones, so that could fit.

Second Robin had a Crime Alley accent, like the second... Wayne... kid..... Who is now alive again?? People have only heard about those kinds of miracle stories that only happen to heros, right? Might not be the strongest case, but the Robin's showed up a bit after the Wayne kids, right?? Like they had finished getting settled and were decided they could go on the streets now.

And the blonde girl who hangs out with/dates Tim Drake, there's a blonde Batgirl now. Who does that stuff with Red Robin....

Hmm.

You know, back when Nightwing was Robin, he used to be patrolling with that redhead, remember? Who then disappeared until recently? And Dick Grayson hangs with Barbara Gordan, also a red head and was paralyzed for a few years until recently, right?

Oh my God! The Wayne kids are the Bats!

Which means.... that Batman is either stashing his kids with Bruce Wayne, Co parenting, which means all the shippers of BatWayne go into glee over. Their OTP was Canon all along!

Or...

Batman's stealing Bruce's kids! Each time he gets a new one and Batman strikes! And suddenly, there's a new vigilante on the street.

Some try to offer the theory that Bruce Wayne is Batman but are laughed out of the room. What, do the butts match? There's no way a guy like Brucie Wayne is Batman!

And these rumors make their way all the way to the JL. Where the heroes who don't know Batmans ID ask if he's sleeping with Bruce Wayne and Superman pops up and says Yup, every night!

Others ask if he's stealing Bruce Wayne's kids and Wonder Woman shows up and says, Oh, they both have custody.

So now the entire JL and a hefty portion of Gotham are positive that Bruce Wayne is dating/secretly married to Batman and are raising kids together.

Clark and Diana are laughing in another room as Bruce scowls at then for messing with his reputation.

This is so fucking funny, I have tears in my eyes. The idea that the identity of the Bat kids is an open secret but no one will jump to Bruce Wayne = Batman and instead think Wayne and Bats coparenting vigilante children is amazing.

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vexicwrites · 2 years

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There's Danger in Your Eyes, Cherie - Part 1

Summary: "I distrust Jason Todd the second he steps into my office asking me to work a case. I lose a little respect for him when he calls me 'doll.' But I must admit, I'm intrigued when he dangles prospective payment for my involvement—a chance to corner the elusive and deadly vigilante stalking our city. The Red Hood. Everyone's talking about him, but no one's had the moxie to track him down to put a stop to his rampage. Until now. I'm going to find him, and I'm going to take him out. I just have to find Frances Seaborn's obsessed ex-lover and give him a talking to, at gunpoint if necessary. But when Frances goes missing, things take a twisted turn, leading me down a back alley darker than I could have ever imagined. As it turns out, Red Hood is the least of my worries."

Part 2 here

Pairing: Jason Todd x Detective Reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: 1930s mob activity mentioned, no explicit violence yet

Tags: @nightwings-circus

Inspired by @gangrenados and a lovely discord chat

Gotham City, April, 1930.

The sky here was always cloudy, I considered it a good day if it wasn't pouring rain. The clouds were particularly thick and low on the day in question. I'd decided to take on a bit of a personal case, so I was headed into my office despite the fog making it near impossible to see the sidewalk.

My usual clients were the ones the police wouldn't take; battered women they didn't believe and young girls and boys who'd had unfortunate run-ins with unsavory types. I used to pass the more gruesome details along to some contacts with a more relaxed moral code. That all went belly-up a year ago with the worst massacre the country had ever seen, on Saint Valentine's Day no less. After that, I'd been a bit more hesitant to work with that particular crowd. Still, I felt it was important to find the mysterious Red Hood. Maybe it was just my bull-headed determination to beat the GCPD to him. Maybe it was something else.

The current consensus was that the Red Hood was ruthless and killed indiscriminately. There were rumors he was a lunatic who carried around human heads in a bag. I didn't buy it. I had clients come in fairly regularly and tell me the Red Hood had gotten rid of their abusers himself. When I'd looked deeper into it, I hadn't been able to find one innocent man on his blacklist.

That didn't mean he wasn't dangerous, but it did make me feel a bit more at ease with the idea of finding him. Call me crazy but I felt like he might even be a decent fellow. If you could overlook murder, anyway.

I'd barely sat at my desk when I heard a knock on the door. The frosted glass didn't allow me to see who was there clearly but I could tell it was a man. This immediately set me on edge. The only men who trusted me to do my job were my father and the mob. I told him to come in anyway, against my better judgment.

The man introduced himself with a thick Jersey accent as Jason Todd. The name sounded vaguely familiar, like maybe I'd read it in the paper, but then Jason wasn't exactly a unique name. He was built strong and tall but his face looked young, perhaps early twenties. Then again, his short black hair had a white streak so maybe he was older and just had a babyface. He didn't behave like the goons I usually dealt with. He seemed polite, even took his coat and hat off before taking the seat I offered, though his sleeves were rolled to his elbows instead of buttoned neatly at his wrists. He had a cocky sort of grin but then what twenty-something man wasn't a bit cocky?

"What can I do for you, Mr. Todd?" I said, leaning back in my chair.

It squeaked, undercutting the cool, unaffected air I'd been trying to cultivate. Most men expected me to be wringing my hands at the thought of trouble, so casual was the way to put them off their game. I prayed he hadn't heard it. This entire interaction was already so uncomfortably off-script that I was in danger of squirming.

"Call me Jason," he said, lips curling up in a knowing grin. He'd heard it. Damn him. "Word travels fast in this city, you know. I couldn't help but overhear you've been looking for a certain outlaw."

"I might be. Am I to take it you're here to help me instead of asking for my help?" I asked, reclining in my seat a little more, trying to relax my posture.

"Figured we could help each other, doll."

I frowned. There was that typical mobster 'charm' I was used to. Nicknames that didn't do me any favors in my job. I didn't hate them all the time, I might even consider it endearing in the right circumstance with the right person, but I was on the clock. He noticed.

"Sorry, don't mean to offend," he said, insincerity in his tone. I didn't care for false apologies. I wanted to cut to the business and get him out of my office while I still had some pride.

"You know the Red Hood?"

The corner of his mouth twitched upward briefly.

"He frequents my establishment. You come by you might meet him."

His establishment. Again I questioned how young he was to own his own business, legitimate or otherwise.

"What do you get out of it?"

He hadn't moved much during our conversation, maintaining a relaxed, overly-confident posture as we'd sized each other up silently. Now that we were into the meat of the conversation he leaned forward, elbows resting at the ends of the arms of his chair, giving me a proper view of the muscles in his forearms. They were built in the way a factory worker's might be, like he did a lot of heavy lifting regularly. Not how I'd expect someone high up in the mob to look.

"I think one of my girls is in a sticky situation. Everyone involved knows me too well for me to get close. I need some confirmation before I put a kibosh on it."

"Awfully kind of you to get involved at all, Mr. Todd. Most people with shady businesses don't care so much."

He grinned, his smile blindingly charming in a way that made my breath catch.

"We're not all bad, Detective."

I studied him carefully for a moment. He seemed genuine and as far as I knew I hadn't upset anyone in the underworld so worst case scenario he might be lying about Red Hood just to get me to help one of his dames. I couldn't fault him for that really, I'd have helped her regardless if she really needed it.

I agreed and he told me to meet him at his club later that evening as he stood to gather his things and finally leave my office. I wanted to ask more questions but there would be time for that later. I feared if he smiled at me one more time I'd lose any composure and pride I had left.

#jason todd #red hood #film noir #noir #1930s #mobster jason #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #30s au #mob au #vexic writes

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salparadiselost · 3 years

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Someone mentioned a dick harassment fic? I haven’t heard of it. Could you link it? I swear I practically inhale all your works.

Hey!

So I can’t find the exact post right now, but the Dick Harassment fic is a story where the citizens of Bludhaven start a social media trend where girls pretend to be in trouble and, when Nightwing comes to save them, they take a video of them getting a feel of the Nightass. Dick laughs it off at first, pretends he doesn’t care, and hopes it will die off. But it isn’t. It’s growing in popularity, and Dick is groped, sometimes multiple times, each night. He doesn’t know what to say or how to address it and it’s disturbing him more than he would admit to himself. He can’t stop going out and being Nightwing, but he’s getting anxious about putting his costume in a way he had never had before. That’s when his brothers start to notice.

Here’s a Snippet (I think I’ve posted it before, but some people may have missed it)

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Jason didn’t believe it when he saw it the first time, which was a dumbass move on his part. He just... he couldn’t have even imagined... he didn’t know what he was seeing when he watched a girl trail her hand down his older brother’s back and land firmly on his ass.

It was like a switch had been flipped as Dick turned from the overconfident, larger-than-life Nightwing into something shyer and painfully human.

“Woah there,” Dick said, ducking from the girl’s touch and skittering away like a beaten animal. His discomfort was written into every line of his body and Jason didn’t need to see his eyes to know he was looking for an escape route.

Their victim, a girl that they had just saved from a handsy, drunk guy, was tracking Dick like he was prey.

She smiled and it would have been sweet if she didn’t look like she was about to take a bite out of him.

“Oh come on Nightwing,” she purred, leaning her ample chest on to Dick. He took a nervous step back, trying desperately to get her out of his personal space. “Don’t you want a little reward for your heroics?”

His voice jumped nervously in his throat when he spoke. “Nope. No payment needed. It’s all free.”

It should have been funny to watch Nightwing, one of the most dangerous people in the world, get bested by a girl that might have been a little over half his weight.

But it wasn’t funny at all.

It made something dark and dangerous and bubbling roll and rise in Jason’s stomach. Anger slid into Jason’s veins, lighting into a familiar, protective fury. His vision narrowed on a delicate hand, reaching to touch his brother again and he caught her wrist.

She gasped, and he squeezed until he was about to crack bone.

The girl took in a quick shaky breath and her eyes popped open in fear. He saw his own furious Red Hood reflected in the shining pupils of her eyes.

“I don’t think he wants you touching him, bitch.” His tone was absolutely deadly and filled with the harsh edges of his Crime Alley accent.

The girl’s face twisted and a flash of her fury met his. It took every shread of him to not break the girl’s wrist right there and then.

It probably wouldn’t have been very heroic of him. But then again the Red Hood wasn’t always a hero.

He definitely wasn’t a hero for people who thought it was okay to grope his brother in front of him.

He squeezed and the girl gasped in pain. She snarled, teeth looking like fangs in her lip-sticked mouth. “Let go, asshole. It was just a joke.”

Bullshit. His grip tightened.

“Funny,” he growled. “I’m not known for having a sense of humour.”

~Kay

#kay speaks #dick grayson #jason todd #my writing #batfam #dick harassment fic #snippet

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internalsealpanic · 3 years

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Monster Monster

I wholeheartedly blame this pic for the existence of this fic. I just wanna hug him and ruffle his hair.

Summary: Parent Teacher Conferences are very scandalous.

a/n: This is actually one of my few fics where reading some of my previous fics will help. I highly recommend reading Of Midnight Smoothies and Murder Mysteries to get a better feel on Dick and Reader’s relationship but anything on the Dick Grayson masterlist works too. Special thanks to @littleredwing89 and @americasmarauders for proofreading. Thanks to @littleredwing89 and @batarella for help with the ending.

warnings: A slur is mentioned but it gets shut down. Also, swearing.

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“Tt, stop staring at me.”

You bite back a smile and what was probably a laugh rising in your throat. “Hmmm, no.” You hum, carding your fingers through Damian’s curls. The corners of your mouth twitch into a frown when you feel an angry bump against your fingers. It’s dry and there seems to be no break in the skin as far as you could tell. You let a little sigh of relief escape you which has the unintended consequence of upsetting the gremlin in front of you.

Damian attempts to swat your hand away, snarling as he did. You grin at him, all sharp teeth and pettiness. You, being childish, do not take your hand away and instead ruffle his hair more. An adorably petulant pout settles on Damian’s mouth making the kid look ten-years-old for once. It takes everything in you not to squeal in delight.

“Unhand me. I do not require your mothering and you would do very well to leave the scolding to Richard or Pennyworth.” You can easily picture Alfred scolding Damian but Dick? You try to picture Dick, hand on his hip, trying his damndest to be mean to the kid but you just couldn’t. Sure, Nightwing can be terrifying, even Batman but Dick? Especially with a kid? Not even feasible. You snort openly, the noise echoing in the deadly silent room. The woman on the other side of the room sitting next to a boy with a faceful of bruises and probably a couple of chipped teeth glares at you. Specifically, the woman scowls at your arm, skin festooned with bangles of coiled serpent tails and glittering blades. You fight the urge to stick your tongue out at her. Instead, you tug a bit at your sleeves, baring the golden lines streaked with old gashes. A low humorless laugh escapes you causing her scowl to deepen.

Damian follows your line of sight. His face folds in utter contempt. The boy next to her flinches. Their size difference made this all the funnier. “[What did he do?]” you ask in what you hope are the correct words in Arabic. Damian crosses his arms not meeting your gaze. His leg kicks out, the restlessness thrumming in his bones. “[Your accent is atrocious.]”

Your mouth twitches uncontrollably, edging into a fond smile. You tamp it down with a click of your tongue lest the little demon tear your head off. “[I’m out of practice, child,]” Damian grabs at a space beside him only for his hand to close on nothing. Something inside you dies when you stop yourself from cackling. Thank goodness, Bruce has--had--the good sense to take the kid’s katana away.

“[Anyway, what did he do?]”

“[How are you so sure he did something?]”

“[Because you’re a brat but not stupid. You are by far the most annoyingly reasonable child I have had the displeasure of conversing with.]” Damian’s eyes widened in surprise. It seems the assumed hatred was mutual. You watch as he folds his face back into a glower, not quite fast enough to evade your attention but certainly fast enough to fool the untrained eye. Unfortunately for him, you’re used to the acrobatics of faces, the chaotic cacophony of microexpression. Most people in your life are, after all, awful at broadcasting their feelings even when it was sorely needed. This is probably why you gravitated to Dick so easily. The man believed in openness, in communication.

Distantly, you can hear the woman across from you tap her foot impatiently against the carpet. A flick of your eye tells you she was sneering at both of you likely eavesdropping (and failing) on your conversation. Why she needs to know what you and a ten-year-old with a stick up his ass were talking about you weren’t sure. Damian turns his head slightly towards you, angling his chin upward to mask the uncertainty in his posture. “[If you must know, he-]”

“Gypsies”

The syllables ring like a loud staccato of gunshots despite how quietly she’d hissed it. You freeze. You can feel Damian stiffen right beside you. Understanding flowed into you molten and bubbling. You feel your throat itch, unkind words coalescing into a lump in your throat. You turn your body to Damian who was now still but you can feel the anger wicking off him. You sling your arm over the head of the chair behind him drawing his attention back to you.

He arches a brow at you, challenging. The expression falters when the next few words leave your mouth.

“[You’re off the hook.]”

Principal Jameson is a nasally man. It isn’t his anything to do with his voice. Though, you would be remiss to say that his voice was pleasant. You’re actually half tempted to turn your bad ear on him, block out the words coming from him but that would negate the point of you coming here. His voice isn’t that unpleasant but his entire demeanor rubbed you the wrong way. You’ve seen jellyfish with more backbone than this man. Then again, this might just be a by-product of your presence. Dick, and several other batbrats, have helpfully informed you that you were in fact pants pissing scary to civilians. You would like to say you couldn’t see it but standing in front of this man it was clear as day.

“Y/n L/n,” you offer congenially. His shoulders ease a fraction but did not offer you a hand. You smother a sigh before offering an additional “I believe Mr.Grayson-Wayne had informed you that I would be coming in his stead to discuss this-” Shit show, your mind supplies but thankfully, your mouth was quick enough to bite it back. “- incident.” Beside you Damian scoffed. You stop yourself from kicking the kid because that really would not do.

“Yes, well, Ma’am your-” Jameson halts frankly unsure of your relationship to Damian because of course, Dick would leave the leg work to your socially allergic ass. You make a mental note to kick him later. “- charge.” you supply, feeling a modicum of sympathy for the drowning man.Your eyes flick to Damian. His face is impassive, ire still directed at the thirteen-year-old sniveling behind his mother. The term is too cold for your taste but as of right now that’s all you were. Maybe you’ve finally found a Robin you wouldn't get attached to.

“Well, ma’am, you see your charge, Damian, he’s punched another student and has yet to even apologize. He even started a full on brawl.”

“Mhmm, I see,” you drawl tilting your head. You feel Damian stiffen at the ease of your response. You don’t have to look at his face to know that he was glaring at you with something in his eyes withering from the betrayal. The woman across from nods agreeably as if you had said something sensible. Jameson for his part nearly sighs with relief. You click your teeth a little irritable from their responses but more fascinated than anything. ‘I see’ is barely an answer but they each filled in the gaps with their own assumptions. “And has that young man over there apologized for what he said to Damian? Or for the lump on Damian’s head? Surely, you sent Damian to the clinic as well.” you voice out looking as scandalized as possible.

The room froze.

Your eyes will probably roll into the back of your head before your meeting is done. Judging from Jameson’s posture, they didn’t. They should have at least checked if the kid had a concussion. A familiar sort of ire rose in you. Oh boy, you’re going to have a field day with these people. You sigh in exasperation before continuing. “Not only did you neglect to send him to the clinic to check on the lump on his head, but you were also planning to let the other boy off the hook?” you accuse, voice rising with some effort. Your voice has a tendency to draw low when your temper is flaring. It’s an intimidation tactic you'd learned from a while ago. It would probably be ill advised to use it on a man who looked like he was a second away from a heart attack.

Jameson leans forward, reaching out appeasingly.“Ma’am, we-”

“From what I recall, Gotham Academy has a strict zero tolerance policy on derogatory language, does it not?” You cut him off, voice suddenly vicious. You shift your body in front of Damian putting yourself between him and everyone else in the room. He bristles at the gesture but you and your habits aren’t exactly concerned with his pride.

“Ma’am I-“

“I rest my case. Please, feel free to contact Mr.Grayson-Wayne if you have more to say.” You settle a hand on Damian’s shoulder. You’re surprised he didn’t fight you or swat your hand away. Taking it as permission, you pull him closer to you as you leave the red faced woman and the paling man gob smacked and silent. Damian himself doesn’t make the sound as you made your way down the hall. You squeeze his shoulder gently hoping it comes across as a reassuring gesture. His posture does not loosen but you do not let him stray from you. You close your eyes as the elevator doors shut.

“I did not require your assistance.”

“I know.” Of course, he doesn’t. He is a Robin and an Al Ghul but that doesn’t mean he isn’t gonna get it. You drum your fingers against the steering wheel, the dull beat only serving to irritate your nerves. You swear the traffic in Gotham was somehow infinitely worse than everywhere else in the world even with working traffic lights. Maybe that’s why there were so many crazy people here. Maybe Bruce should have invested his money on better roads. Maybe-

Your eyes slide towards Damian who is somehow shrinking and pressing into the side door. Still, his face is twisted skeptically and braced for a continuation to your statement. You looked heavenward not even hiding the weariness in your smile. The brat is truly a bat-- suspicion and all. You turn your body towards him, opening up your posture. You fold your leg and rest your chin on your arm. Damian meets your gaze head on, looking imperious as he crosses his arms over his chest. His posture is artificial, probably uncomfortable from the weight of your attention.

You roll your shoulders and reshape your features, reconfiguring yourself from understanding to teasing. “I know. I know but you see, they needed telling off and your tiny gremlin ass isn’t scary enough. And, I promise I won’t tell Dickolas that you defended him so vehemently.” you wink, a conspiratorial grin spreading across your face. Damian straightens, his body is bowed like he was about to spring for your throat but the shape his limbs took on was more natural and seemingly relaxed. The knot in your shoulder loosens. You reach over and ruffle his hair again. He really is still a kid. You stare each other down. Your smile is as unwavering as his glower.

Both of your stomachs grumble. The sound was loud and abrasive in the closed space of the car. You check your watch and hum, shifting back into your seat. Wordlessly, you switch on your signal light.

You leaf through the pages of the thoroughly used book in your hands, eyes skimming through the blocks of texts not really absorbing any of it. You never really found the appeal in fiction. The stories are too neat compared to what you experienced daily. You suppose there is simplicity in them but you find that in nonfiction, the kind of books that explained the mechanics of things. They made sense of the world and were much more useful in your opinion. You’re much more interested in the messy scribbles on the margins, the etchings of a loud mind on yellowing pages. Jason’s notes were written in the same tone of voice he used when he spoke, deceptively layman but upon further inspection was frighteningly insightful. You smile at the little comments and complaints, the snarky little remarks. Remnants of the little boy he had been before. You frowned. You should probably give this back to him once you have the chance and maybe come up with some excuse of why you still have it. Or you can just keep it.

You look up at Damian who is drumming his fingers impatiently against the lacquered table. His posture is artificially relaxed, likely something he learned from the league or maybe all nervous gremlins do it. You look down at the book again. The sight reminds you of Jay. You tip your head, the loud thunk of your skull is felt more than heard since it was your bad ear that is pressed against the glass. The sound startles Damian who was deep in thought. You hold out the book to him. He must be bored waiting for your order. He pointedly ignores you.

"I don't need that childish drivel." He snipes. You click your teeth feeling a little defensive of the book.

You sound exactly like your grandfather, you think but have enough sense to keep it to yourself. No child needs to be compared to Ra's Al Ghul even if he is a brat.

"Not a fan of-" You look at the book's spine and frown. "-Robert Stevenson?" What kind of dork reads Robert Stevenson for fun? Oh wait, it's the same dork that quotes Shakespeare while bashing heads.

"I have no need for such things."

Of course, he didn’t.

"No, I suppose you don't need anything with the actual text but the margins are quite fascinating." You hold out the book to him again. His eyebrows shoot up looking at you skeptically as he reaches for it. There is no actual written indication that it was Jay's and the kid likely hasn't spent enough time with Jay to actually tell from the way it's written. You look out the window to turn your good ear to him, listening for any reactions he might have. Every now and then you hear a huff of amusement. You smother the smile threatening to form on your lips with your hand.

"Well, the person who owned this certainly had a lot to say." Damian says carefully, handing the book back.

"Jay really was a mouthy kid."

Damian looks at you, little face scrunching up in confusion. You suddenly notice just how easily the booth swallows him up. Why is he so tiny? "If this is Todd's, why do you have it?"

You clasp the book in your hands, your thumb tracing over the creases. "He leant me this book shortly before he died. He-- Well, I told him that I wasn't fond of adventure stories. I prefer books about science and culture. They're much more useful, yanno?" Damian gives a slight nod. You relax into your seat with his understanding. "Well, he thought it was just that I've never read a good one so he gave me this one. Never quite finished it though." you admit a little sheepish after realizing just how sentimental you felt. Your eyes trace over Damian's expression. It's clear that the sentimentality bled through your words and some childish part of you winces at the vulnerability of it. Damian says nothing and doesn't even sneer in derision.

You hum, the tune musical but offkey. “Jason, actually did what you did today awhile ago.” Just like that you begin down a rabbit hole telling the little gremlin about all the stupid shit the older bats have gotten into. And oh boy, there’s a lot.

“So do either of you want to explain what happened and why GAs headmaster called me sounding like he was gonna piss himself?”

“Hmmm, probably not ” you say around your spoonful of mahalabia, not even looking up from your book. Hilariously enough, Damian had also elected to leave Dick’s presence unacknowledged and busy with his own mahalabia. Dick scoot into your side of the booth, purposefully squishing you against the wall with a shiteating grin. He loops his arm around you and pulls you closer, planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek. You blanch and push half heartedly at his chest as he laughs. That laugh makes your heart warm and a relenting smile spreads across your features softening them. Your body twitches forward to kiss but you still when Dick freezes instead you plant a kiss on his cheek as well. Dick relaxes at the familiarity of it and you two settle down.

Damian stares at both of you befuddled. A heat creeps up your cheeks realizing that Dick is practically sitting on you. Dick, on the other hand, seems perfectly content with your current lack of personal space, so you leave it alone despite the incredulous look Damian is giving both of you. Dick snatches up your spoon taking a heap from your dessert. You make an offended noise in the back of your throat which he simply answers with another broad smile. Your lip twitches uncontrollably and your shoulders go slack.

“So what happened?”

You and Damian exchange a look. Damian rolls his eyes at you and you shrug at him performatively. “Nothing.” you two say in a chorus of nonchalance. It only succeeds in annoying Dick, so it was partially successful.

Dick pouts taking another bite of your desert. You stare in disbelief as the grownass man sitting next to you attempts to give you the puppy dog eyes as he eats your desert. You sign on exasperation because it's working and the bastard knows it. Richard John Grayson-Wayne is a manipulative asshole and you are a certified sucker.

You turn to Damian pleadingly begging him to please either help you or end you. Instead, he simply looks the two as if searching for an answer to a question forming in his mind. You run your hand over your face ready to concede when something clicks.

"Man-Bat got into GA and Damian fought him off." you say, praying Dick would catch on to the game. For a terrifying moment, he doesn’t. He blinks at you in confusion and your stomach sinks then a smile slowly spreads across his face lighting up every feature. Your heart swells at the sight.

"Bullshit. What was Man-Bat doing in GA?"

"Dunno,maybe bullying students. I don't know what bat creatures get up to." you say grinning. The picture becomes clear from every outlandish story. To your surprise, Damian joins in with a few vague details of his own giving even more details than you'd initially gathered.

Lunch passes pleasantly with outlandish stories and good food.

“NEWS: Dick Grayson-Wayne, New Face of Wayne Enterprises, Caught in a Torrid Love Affair with a Mystery Woman. Who Could this Exotic Beauty Be?”

“NEWS: Young Wayne Heir Being Extorted by Mystery Woman?”

“NEWS: Wayne Heir with Secret Family?”

Dick wants to evaporate somehow. He stares at the headlines mortified beyond what he ever thought possible. Maybe the floor will be merciful and it’ll finally swallow him as Jason reads another headline in a ridiculous newsreel voice.

“No, no wait. This one is fucking priceless!”

“Jason, please, I am begging you. STOP.” Dick whines, his face flattening against his work table. Tim shrugs, an amused smile adorns his face. Dick is going to scream. “Tim, please please please, make him stooop.” Tim ignores Dick in favor of scrolling through his own tablet looking, frankly unsympathetic.

“Oh a tryst!”

“Jason, you are making it sound so much worse.”

“Dunno, big bird, some of these make it sound like you fucked her over a table in the restaurant.” Jason watches in absolute delight as his older brother attempts to merge with the work bench, the tanned skin of his neck and ears burning a bright shade of crimson. Tim snickers, unhelpfully. Dick loved that his younger brothers were getting along for once. He just hated that for some reason they just had to be united against him. “All I did was kiss her on the cheek and eat her food.”

Jason gasps theatrically, feigning fainting. “Premarital kissing?! Dick, how could you? What’s next? Premarital hand holding? Think of the children.” Jason exclaims, dramatically pointing to Damian who at this point had been ignoring the ruckus Jason was causing.

“Jason, you’re awful and you’re being extremely dramatic.”

“Dick, you don’t exactly have any room to talk in that department.”

“Yeah, Mr. Pretty Man Down, Baby Bird has a point.” Jason says smugly as he offers Tim a fist bump which Tim reciprocates by shaking Jason's fist, a joking smile on his face. Jason snorts as if getting the joke or whatever movie reference this was from.

Tim's face folds into a barely held back smile. The laughter bubbling in the back of his throat straining his features. “I will say it is really funny that they didn’t recognize Damian.”

“You know how they are. They probably came up with something like the whole Damian being Bruce’s kid was actually just a cover up for Dick.” Somewhere in the background Damian makes a very displeased noise but Dick can't be bothered to lift his head to check.

“Please no. That doesn’t even-”

“Here’s one, NEWS: Dick Grayson-Wayne’s Baby Mama? Who is this mysterious woman?” Tim reads out flatly.

“The PR team is going to kill me. No, wait. Y/n is going to kill me first.”

“She won’t. She probably finds this hilarious.”

“How would she even find this funny?”

“Well, she does enjoy your suffering- Oh shit. This one might piss her off.” Jason clears his throat, sliding back into the newsreel voice. “DICK GRAYSON, HANDSOME PLAYBOY - WITH YET ANOTHER GIRLFRIEND - WILL HE EVER SETTLE DOWN?”

Dick is half tempted to throw his own tablet at the wall. What did he do to deserve this? You certainly don’t.

“Hey, at least, they called you handsome.” Tim laughs placatingly. It doesn’t work, of course.

Dick looks up at his little brother ruefully. “Oh yeah because the stuff about my looks was definitely the issue.”

“Well considering your morning routine...”

“I haven’t even been on a date so who are these other girlfriends?!”

“Well, me and Jason thought the same thing.” Tim shoots down sneering. When did his sweet baby brother turn to the dark side? Likely, Jason’s influence but deep down he knows Tim has always been capable of evil. Jason is cackling proudly.

“I don't see why you're concerning yourself with this drivel.” Damian says, swiping the tablet right in front of Dick forcing him to look up. Dick smiles at him wearily. “Dami, it’s a little hard when a photo of me kissing y/n on the cheek is plastered everywhere with weird headlines.” Damian tilts his head considering it but he shakes his head muttering something about pointlessness.

“Goddammit, Disco Stick!” The sound of your voice ringing out into the bunker sends their banter crashing to a halt. Dick feels his heart jump to his throat. He-- This was how he was going to die and for once he wasn’t sure he deserved it or not. You stand at the doorway haloed in bright light. At least, his angel of death would be the prettiest one, he thinks-- all the oxygen leaving his lungs.

Crumpled in your fist was a newspaper. Dick can feel his brothers take a step back as you draw near. Your footfalls were as steady as a pulse which made Dick’s own heart rate ratchet up. Your face is carefully impassive the way it always is when your anger was dosed with something else. Dick is sincerely hoping Jason is right about you being amused by the headlines.

You stop in front of him, eyes narrowed and jaw tight. You glower down at him frankly looking murderous before you snort and your face breaks into a smile. The thick tension in the air dissipates and the room releases its collective breath. The smile on your face grows even brighter. Nope, this is how Dick dies, his breath catching in his lungs as his mind fizzes out from the sight of your smile.

“I’m sorry?” Dick lifts himself off the table just barely, still bracing for any sudden wave of anger that will, justifiably, roll over you at some point.

You lean your body on to the spot next to him, letting the table support your weight. Straightening the newspaper in your hands, you frown. “I look terrible in this.”

“You look beautiful.” Dick blurts out. You raise your brow at him incredulously. Jason folds over trying to hold back laughter, his shoulders trembling. Tim just shrinks from second hand embarrassment.

“No, she is correct. She looks repulsive.” Damian says flatly as he snatches the paper from you.

You let out a breathy laugh. “To be fair, anyone would look repulsive next to professional pretty boy Dickie Wayne.” There was no sharpness in your teasing. You look at the photo over Damian’s shoulder. It was a cute photo actually. Dick’s arm loops around your shoulder as he gives you a kiss on your cheek as Damian blanches at Dick’s very public display of affection. It was hilariously easy to see where they got the idea that you two were a couple. You weren’t. You haven’t been for awhile. The thought wrenches something a dull ache inside you. You flatten your lips preventing the edges from dipping into a frown.

A look crosses between Jason and Tim. Tim leans over, asking in a hushed whisper, “I thought they were back together.”

“Dunno they act like it.” Jason shrugs watching your movement. As if to prove his point, you and Dick lean into each other’s space as you bicker about the merits of Gothamite photographers. Jason is half tempted to shove you two together.

“What are you two talking about?” You ask, finally leaning away from Dick.

“Nothing-”

“They were pondering the state of your relationship. I myself have been pondering it.”

For a moment, your eyes meet. For a moment, you are back in a drab hotel in Moscow. For a moment, you are crying your heart out in his arms trying to push him away.

You click your teeth and stare Damian in the eyes not entirely sure what kind of emotions they were betraying. “We were a thing.” Damian’s brow shoots up. You hear someone’s hand slap against their forehead.

You flush wanting to disappear but hold your stance. You hear Dick chuckle beside you as he stands shoulder to shoulder with you. Something in you eases with the closeness, like a gap being filled. “We used to be a couple.” Dick supplies, saving you from your flailing. You tap your finger against the back of his hand as a silent thank you. He taps yours twice in reciprocation. You look down trying to hide a smile.

Jason and Tim look at each other again and nod.

“We should probably go.” Jason says carrying Damian under his arm.

“Todd, unhand me! We are not done here!”

“We’ll see you two later.” Tim waves giving Dick a knowing smile. Dick’s heart jumps up to his throat while his stomach drops to the floor. Is this really the time for his brother’s to play cupid?

You lean in, letting your body press into Dick’s side as you listen to their footsteps fade away. Your head settling on his shoulder hand bracing you against the workbench. You let the stillness settle and make everything around you more solid.

Dick shifts a bit, his fingers lacing in with yours. The gesture makes your heart twinge, the chasm in your chest yawning with longing. You swallow. The air is thick with unspoken words like smoke clogging up your lungs. You think that if you could just pluck the right one out of thin air, you could clear the air.

‘I love you’ itches in the back of your throat but what right did you have to say that to him even after all this time.

Beside you, Dick is smiling and relishing your presence. The silver glint of your earring winking at him from beneath your hair. He had gotten you that on your first date, a little souvenir you got to commemorate the occasion.

Dick pivots in front of you making your breath catch. His free hand brushing your hair behind your ear revealing the silver robin on your ear. Silver robins. You had at the time laughed at the absurdity of it but here they were years later. Dick’s hands settle on either side of you boxing you in against the table. Even when he’s got you trapped like this, you feel at ease knowing Dick would never hurt you. Dick leans his forehead against yours, his fingers still intertwined with yours. Your pulse is loud in your ears. You lean your forehead against his, eyes sliding close soaking up the contact.

“It’s always been you.” Dick says breathlessly. The words do not register, too dreamlike in their conception. You always hoped and wished that you could take it back, that you had never left, that he would love you the same way he did before but you were never foolish enough to hold on to things like that with both hands. Yet here Dick was whispering things that you only let yourself dream of.

“It’s always been you.” He repeats as if the repetition could make it more real. You swallow the lump in your throat trying to find your voice but you’re afraid that once you speak, the room would catch fire and the dream would dissolve into harsh reality.

Dick gently cups your face and for a moment you let yourself be lost in the sea of blue. The stinging in your eyes makes you blink even if you don’t want to. You lick your lips as if somewhere on them were the right words.

You can’t even fathom the combination of words that could encapsulate the cocktail of longing and love you felt for him.

Your tongue darts out, wetting your bottom lip as your eyes focus on his lips. You swallow again your throat feeling thick even as you lean into his space, pushing off the work bench. Your nose rubbing against his, his long lashes fluttering against your cheek and tickling your skin. Dick leans in, his lips on yours, the pressure barely enough to make contact. You twitch forward, lips melting against his. The world around you stills and disintegrates leaving only him in its wake.

The kiss is all tender softness, a promise of love and loyalty quietly exchanged between you. A delicate push and pull. Undemanding yet uncompromising in its gentle intensity.

You both pull back, only barely. Your skins still thrum with hunger for contact. Dick leans in again, his lips brushing against yours making them tingle at the sensation. Murmured breaths exchanged between you. This time you both find the right words.

Dick turning to reader seeing the familiar glint of her earing

“I still love you.”

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I was thinking it was just them in the cave standing next to each others fingers twining with each other leaning into each other's space

he brushes the strands of her hair away

After brushing her hair away he presses his forehead against hers and he just kind of comes out with it

like he'd been holding back on saying it but couldn't anymore

Why not have the reader do something like this?

What if she nudges her nose against his? Or rubs her nose against his, like an Eskimo kiss? And it’s silent, her eyelashes flutter against his cheek. They say in Inuit, when you feel eyelashes stroke on your skin like that, it’s a way of saying “I love you” without actually saying it.

And maybe Dick knows that? Without her actually saying the words and he just smiled and captures her lips in a delicate kiss. And when they pull back, they both say it at the same time against each other’s lip, all hushed and murmured?

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Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8)

Chapter 6: Evade The Bats, and Beat The Crows

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

The girls are in the old living room setting up clues (that are absolutely... useless) around Gotham. One being a picture Harley and Multimouse took earlier that day.

"They might think to look here after they realize the clues are fake." - Steph

"Then where else would they not think to look?" - Maria

"W.E, I can get you and Harley in without them knowing easily." - Barbara said with a confident smile.

"But they'll have to go incognito... especially you Harley, no offense, but your outfit stands out just a tad." - Steph

"Ehhh, none taken, I'm sure I can tink of somthin' else tuh wear." - Harley

"I can help with that, but I'll need some clothes and some sewing supplies." - Maria said already thinking of what she could make.

Cass gave a nod and headed out of the room, after a few minutes she came back with t-shirts, jackets, sweaters, shorts, jeans, etc. and droped the pile of clothes infront of the group. She then handed Maria a sewing set she got from Alfred.

"Thanks Cass. I'll get to work on making our costumes." - Maria

"Let me help yuh wit' dat hun." - Harley said as she picked up most of the clothes for Maria

"Thanks." Maria

•—–·Let's see the Chaos shall we·–—•

"You never told us she could use magic!" - Red Hood looking under the table

"I wonder if she can infuse magic with coffee..." - Red Robin said looking in the cabinets for the third time.

"Stop looking for coffee!" - Red Hood

"She could've hidden in here." - Red Robin said while crabbing a mug

"I haven't had enough sleep to deal with this." - Selina then walked over and flopped herself on the couch and proceeded to fall asleep on impact.

"Maria get your tiny self back here right now or else!" - Tony

"Or else what? She Knows MAGIC! What else does she know that you haven't told us?!" - Red Hood

"... I never told you becuase it's meant to be a secret!" - Tony

"Oh, so now you agree with keeping things a secret?" - Red Robin grabbing the coffee

"What else can she do Tony." - Batman

"Well... she's great with tech, can kick butt in a LOT of different ways, has magic, and if she wants to, she can find and know where everyone or anyone is, but I think she gets massive headaches from a wide search like that." - Tony

"Anything else?" - Batman

(Tony thinkng of all the tiny gods she has in jewelery, and that she keeps Paris/friends and family safe on a daily basis, and that she is the well known designer MDC...)"No..." - Tony

As ivy was listening to them talk, she continued to search her garden, until one of her plants had a message fo her.

"Hello Ms. Ivy, please don't help Batman and Iron Man find us, we promise we'll be careful." - Maria

"Where are you?" - Ivy asked whispering into the plant.

After a few minutes Ivy got a detailed plan that Maria, Harley and the girls came up with to evade The IronBat group (Maria thought that would be better than ManMan group 'But it's Bat MAN and Iron MAN, so it has tuh be The ManMan group.' was Harleys defence, but Maria won that one.) and Ivy agreed to help as best she could.

•—–· Over to the Miraculous gang ·–—•

Plagg is cackling like there's no tomorrow.

"Guys something must be wrong, Plagg won't stop cackling, he won't even touch the cheese I gave him!!!" - Adrien

"There's no time for that, we need to find out where the hell Maria is!!" - Chloé

"Hahahaha, Ti- heheh Tikk- pffhaaaaaaahaha!!!" - Plagg

"He's trying to form words!" Adrien cradling Plagg in his hands "What is it my friend? Don't do this, you're to young...*sniff * you're to beautiful!"

"Hehehehe Shhhh- hahaha, she- she- haha...heheh- I'm so p-hehe-Proud wahahaha " - Plagg

"Proud?! She?! Where?! Who, is it Maria?!" - Chloé

"Hhhhhhhhahhaaaaaaaaaa" - Plagg

"Oh God he's wheezing!" - Adrien

"Hey guys, Peter and I got the snacks, found out where Maria might- oh kwami." - Alix walking into the room to a zombie looking Chloé, a panicked Adrien and the Kwami of death/bad luck/chaos laughing himself to death.

"Has he finally lost it?" - Peter

"She has become a true cat! hahahahahaaaaa heheheheeeeeee." - Plagg

Everyone in the room but Plagg "Oh fu-"

•—–· Over to the Batfam ·–—•

So everyone is panicking because for the past hour none of them could find Multimouse. Robin is sitting on the couch next to a now fully awake Selina, Red Hood and Nightwing are once again feeding each other the worst possible situation she could be in, Tony may or may not be hyperventilating, Red Robin is drinking coffee, and Batman is as stoic as ever... well on the outside anyway, on the inside, it's a warzone. Ivy is drinking her tea, slightly worried, but also hiding a small smile.

"What if we ask Oracle to try and help us find her?" - Red Robin

"... Right... Yes, ok let's do that... Bats you do it, I need to sit down." - Tony

��—–· Back to the girls ·–—•

The girls moved everything to the Bat-cave so they could set the route they would take, then the Bat-Computer started ringing.

"Hide!" - Steph

"Where, dere's nuttin' tuh hide behind!" - Harley

"Quick under the Bat-Computer." - Barbara

As soon as Harley and Maria hid under the Bat-Computer, Batman and the rest of the Batfam was on video call.

"Hey guys, what do you need?" - Barbara acting like nothing happened

"We need you to search for Maria, she's in a dark gray suit with pink accents, and she's with Harley." - Batman

"Ok, no prob, I'll contact you when I've found something." - and with that Barbara exited the call.

"Should we start heading out?" - Maria

"Yup, and here are your ID badges, don't lose them. I'll give our Batfam fake sightings, and lead them far away, then once you reach W.E I'll slowly start leading them closer to you." - Barbara

"Thanks, keep in touch if they decide to split up." - Maria

"Roger that." - Steph said giving a solute

•—–·–—•

Soon Multimouse and Harley are running over roof tops again, doing tricks, and stopping petty crimes, Barbara is leading the Batfam all over Gotham, and then they got to W.E, after Maria transformed back, they entered the building. Thanks to Babs, they entered without any problems and had free roam for the entire building, with some exceptions like new weapons designs, or the roof. They were hiding in the building for about an hour on the 7th floor when Barbara called in.

"Hey girls, you might want to be careful, I spotted some of Scarecrows goons a few blocks away, they seem to be heading in your direction, I'd say about 6mins tops until they reach W.E. Best to find a good room to stay in, or get out of there." - Barbara

"Thanks fawh de heads up Babs." - Harley

"Ok, we'll try to get out, let us know if we should turn back or not." - Maria

"Got it, and be careful." - Barbara

Maria and Harley then made their way back down, they were taking the stairs, because they figured it would be quicker, once they were on the second floor, they started to calmly make their way through the doors of the stairwell. That's when Scarecrows goons busted in, shouting for everyone to get down, Harley made sure to stay as close to Maria as possible as the goons gathered everyone to a wall. They were told to not move, talk, or do anything to anger them, once everyone was up against the wall, that's when Scarecrow came in. As he entered the room some of the employees started to look very scared, when Maria looked over to Harley, she saw her mouth 'it's ok', afterwards the goons had them all tied up and on the floor sitting down. Scarecrow scanned them before speaking.

"One of you will be testing my newest and most potent fear toxin as of yet. We can do this one out of two ways." He said lifting up two of his needle syringed fingers. "1. You can be a hero, and let yourself be my newest test subject, aka the boring way or 2. I pick whoever I want, aka the slightly less boring way. Now, who wants to go first?"

•—–· Over to Batman ·–—•

The Batfam was running around the other side of Gotham, now without Tony, because someone ( ehem Thor, ehem) was making a giant mess at Avengers Tower, and was fighting Loki... again. It was when they decided to call Oracle that things took another turn.

"Oracle have you foun- " - Batman

"They're at W.E. and Scarecrows there, I can't get in contact with them, and I can't get into the cameras at the moment, I need you to get your butts over there now!" - Oracle

"Wait you were in contact with them?!" - Red Hood

"Not the time! Just get over there before someone gets hurt!" - Oracle

"We're on our way." - Batman

They all then kicked it into high gear and were running to W.E, and out of everyone, Damian seemed to be the most visibly panicked, if him running twice as fast as everyone was any indication. At the speed they were going, they would be there in 20mins or less... hopefully.

•—–· Back to Maria and Harley ·–—•

So while Scarecrow was giving his little speech, Maria whispered into a plant to let Ivy know their situation, she wasn't able to get an answer before she and Harley were pulled away from the crowd.

"And what do we have here? Harley Quinn and a child. How interesting, well then, which one of you would like to test my new fear toxin?" - Scarecrow

"Eh, do me, I bet I got a lot o' trauma and fears from my time wit' Mistuh J. dat yuh would just love tuh see." - Harley

"... As tempting as that sounds I think I'll test it on your little friend here, after all, I know better than to mess with one of the Sirens." - As Scarecrow said that, one of the goons dragged Maria over to him. She didn't panic, she was actually really calm, which worried Harley even more because, remember all that emotional trauma she saw Maria had? Yeah, not the best match for the fear toxin.

As Scarecrow grabbed Maria, she locked eyes with Harley, and gave a brief smile before she felt a sharp jabbing pain in the side of her neck. Her vision went hazy, and from Harleys' point of view, she went a little limp from it.

As Maria started to see again she could hear screams, car alarms going off, and explosion in the distance, when she looked up, she saw them, her friends, her team... her family, they were all there lying infront of her... none of them moving, all of them were lifeless, looking as though turned into a gray husk of what they once were, and beside them were all the Kwamis, and their respective Jewelery, broken and shattered. She felt the tears fall as she looked around. Paris, the once beautiful city of lights, was now a wasteland, everything had a gray tone to it, people, animals, everything that had life... was dead.

And then she heard laughing, a sick disturbing laugh that was all to familiar... Lila. When she turned and saw Vulpina, she felt sick just looking at her.

"You have failed Maria, everyone you knew and loved is gone, all because you weren't here." - Lila

All she felt in that moment... was pure anger, she began to struggle, but somthing was holding her. She kept hearing that stupid laugh, and kept struggling harder and harder.

"You were never good enough, you were meant to always be our everyday Ladybug, but you never were, you never cared for us, and that's why, they're all gone, because you weren't good enough." - Lila

The last four words kept playing over and over in her head, until something clicked, she wasn't in Paris, so how did she get there? The last place she was at... was with Harley, she was in the W.E. building, and had fear toxin injected into her. As she came to that realization, she could hear the laughing fade just a bit, she closed her eyes and focused on finding everyone's souls, when she did, she saw that Scarecrow was right infront of her, a goon next to Harley, and a goon behind her, the other goons had left and were on the first floor. She snapped back when she heard Lilas' voice again.

"You always were stubborn and never accepted the real truth, as class president aren't you supposed to just roll over and do as you're told." - Lila

Maria was done listening to her, and decided to kick Lila in the face (since someone didn't think to tie up her ankles.)

"Just go rott in hell already you lieing fox!" - Maria

Maria didn't get any answer, all she knew was that she hit whatever was really infront of her hard. Maria then heard Lilas' voice morph into a heavier, more distorted voice.

"That's a first, guess I'll have to increase the dosage." - Scarecrow

She then felt another jabbing pain in her neck, all she could do was scream from the pain, her head was spinning, and all she could hear was laughing, sickening laughter that came from both Lila, and now Hawkmoth. One thing Scarecrow didn't account for, was the deep hatred Maria held for both individuals he made her see. Because soon after he gave her more fear toxin she got her footing, pushing back into the goon behind her before using the goons' grib on her to do a half backflip into kicking the guys face in, quickly knocking the goon out, when she stood back up she only saw Hawkmoth, surrounded by her lifeless team and family, she only saw red, and charge right at him. She kept punching and roundhouse kicking him, giving one final charge, ramming into Hawkmoth before she felt weightless. She never heard the panicked scream Harley let out, she never heard the shouts that came from the Batfam just reaching the second floor, before she hit something... something rapped around her holding her from falling any further, causing her to start thrashing around thinking it was Hawkmoth, before seeing he was also grabbed by something. She struggled ignoring the slight pain that went through her harms and legs. She slowly calmed down as she felt her feet touch the ground again, she then saw another Hawkmoth that was now mixed with Lila hug her, she tried to break free, but realized that it wasn't Lila or Hawkmoth... It was calming, and her voice was gentle, it was Ivy. She only heard a few words, that's when she felt something blow on her face, and after a few seconds, she lost conscientiousness.

Harley came sprinting down and was by Ivys' side in less than a minute. Ivy could tell Harley was worried and joined her in hugging a now sleeping Maria.

"I'm sawhry Ives, It all just happened so fast, and she was so awesome at kickin' Cranes @ss, I din't get her out of dere quick enough." - Harley said as she looked Ivy in the eyes, with tears threatening to escape.

"It's alright Harley, none of this is your fault." - Ivy replied comfortingly to Harley

As the two hugged Maria Batman came over.

"We'll take it from here." - Batman

"Hell no. We ain't leavin' her side." - Harley

Batman just let out a sigh, after he dealt with Scarecrow and his goons, Batman, along with his sons, Ivy and Harley, all headed back to the Bat-cave where the other girls and Alfred were waiting.

If anyone noticed Robin looking over to Maria with a concerned look, they just ignored it, and continued their way back home.

•—–·†·–—•

Chapter 6 complete! Hope you'll liked it, and are havin' a fantabulous day, stay safe and rock all those positive vibes. !BUG-OUT! 🐞💮🐞

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DCEU Post-The Flash Movie Batfam Fancast

Wanted to make an updated DCEU fancast going with the major rumors that after “The Flash” movie the Earths merge and are going to form a new Earth Prime for the films and Michael Keaton’s Batman will be the mentor version to various superheroes including the Batfam. The “Batgirl” movie is already in production and is rumored to connect into possible “Nightwing” and “Red Hood” movies, and the “Batman Beyond” movie is rumored too to be part of Keaton’s deal. I did not include Tim, Stephanie, or others since I don’t think the DCEU will include them even though I’d love to see them, and since they might split others in Matt Reeves/Robert Pattinson’s trilogy. So here’s who I’d like to see with Keaton and Leslie Grace.

Batman/Bruce Wayne - Michael Keaton

Batgirl/Barbara Gordon - Leslie Grace

Nightwing/Dick Grayson - Josh O’Connor (He’s one of my favorites and have heard him do an American accent, and I feel he could totally play this part going by his other roles.)

Red Hood/Jason Todd - Drew Starkey (He’s 6′2″ and really muscular. Plus the way he plays Rafe on “Outer Banks” is very similar to Jason.)

Orphan/Cassandra Cain - Ella Jay Basco (They should keep the actress like they are with J.K. Simmons as Jim Gordon and some of the other DCEU actors.)

Batman Beyond/Terry McGuinnis - Tanner Buchanan (Tanner’s already talked about being in a Batman movie mostly as Robin but already saw a fancast of him as Terry and felt perfect to me. Also to me could pass for Keaton’s biological son. Didn’t include Matt since he’d be played by a child actor but he’d be there too.)

#batman #fancast #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #batgirl #nightwing #dick grayson #jason todd #red hood #orphan #cassandra cain #terry mcginnis #Michael Keaton #leslie grace #josh o'connor #drew starkey #ella jay basco #tanner buchanan

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For a batfam prompt: Dick as Nightwing, fear toxin, and Bruce?

Dick was in the middle of trying to stanch the bleeding from his nose when his comm started beeping in his ear. He sighed at the terrible timing and quickly wrangled off one of his blood coated gloves to receive the call.

“Talk to me,” he said, voice sounding high and distorted as a result of pinching his nostrils closed.

“Whoa,” Babs said. “What the hell is wrong with your voice?”

“Got a bloody nose,” Dick explained quickly. It was really uncomfortable trying to breathe and talk only through his mouth. He was definitely going to need a huge glass of water after this. “What’s up?”

“The Owls are what’s up. I need you to get your tush to the cave ASAP.”

Ah, fuck.

“What kind of trouble are our freaky electrum filled friends getting up to?” he asked, already tugging his glove back on and booking it back to where he’d left his bike half a block away. He knew he looked fucking ridiculous running while holding his nose, but it seemed pretty insignificant compared to the idea of Talons running loose and slaughtering people.

“Just one friend, actually,” Babs said. The lack of urgency in her voice made some of the anxiety in Dick’s chest dissipate. It also made him realize that they were talking about a member of the Court and not the Talons.

“Oh yeah?”

“She was schmoozing it up at the Aparo Auction House with Brucie Wayne and a hundred other rich people.”

A feeling of disgust settled in his gut, his mind replaying the time he infiltrated one of the Court’s underground auctions. The same auction that had tried to sell off the crowbar Joker had beaten Jason with.

A shiver traveled all the way down to his toes as he leapt over a puddle that was in the middle of the sidewalk. His bike was now in his sight. He could tell it was his because of the way its blue accents gleamed in the moonlight.

“Looks like Scarecrow and the Court have been doing business with each other,” Babs said in that slightly distracted way of hers that Dick was used to hearing when she was trying to talk while rubbing at her eyes. It was something she did a lot since her eyes were always strained from looking at computer screens for hours on end. “Fear toxin was released through the vents at the auction. It caused an absolute shitstorm of chaos, as you can imagine.”

“Damn,” Dick said, straddling his bike. He was secretly glad he was wearing his thermal suit so he wouldn’t have to ride to Gotham on a cold seat. The only thing he was annoyed about was that he was getting blood all over his handle bars and helmet. “Is B okay?”

“Yeah... about that...”

The anxiety in Dick’s chest cranked back up tenfold. Irrational images of Bruce lying dead in a red-stained tuxedo flashed through his mind. He shook his head, mentally yelling at himself to cool it. If something like that had happened, Bab’s wouldn’t sound as casual as she did now.

“He keeps thinking you’re dead,” she said, and for a second, Dick thought he misheard her over the sound of his tires peeling off down the street. “Red Robin says he keeps switching between rationalizing that you’re alive and thinking you bit it.”

“Huh,” Dick said, not really sure what to make of that. It wasn’t the first time Bruce had delusions of him or someone else dying while on fear toxin. Dick was just slightly surprised because it had been years since he was the sole subject of Bruce’s fear. He wondered if it was tied to Bruce knowing that a woman from the Court was at the auction. Bruce might have associated her with Dick in his mind since the Court had been after Dick for the last few years.

“All I’m saying is that you might want to hurry home quick, Hunk Wonder. Robin and Red Robin are out distributing an updated antidote to the people who got dosed at the auction. B’s antidote won’t really kick in for another thirty minutes.”

“I’ll be there in fifteen.”

“It should take you longer than that,” Babs said suspiciously.

Dick grinned under his helmet. “It would if I wasn’t making my way there like Sonic the Hedgehog on a caffeine high.”

“D-Nightwing!”

“Gotta go, O! I’ll catch you at Cass’s birthday party next weekend!”

Dick disconnected the call, knowing full well that Bab’s hated when he did that and was sure to give him an earful the next time they talked. But that was a problem for future Dick to deal with.

The ride to the batcave was filled with a lot of weaving and a few angry honks directed his way. Dick was pretty sure he might have even shaved off his expected arrival time by two minutes. He was very decidedly not going to share that with anyone else except for Roy. Roy was the only one who would appreciate it without giving Dick the third degree about safety precautions.

The cave was about as lit up as it could get when Dick’s bike came to a screeching halt next to one of the batmobiles. Alfred had probably turned on all the lights since they’d learned over the years that shadows and fear toxin really didn’t mix that well.

Dick left his helmet on his bike and hurried over to the cot Alfred always had them lie on when they were sick or injured. Sure enough, that was where Bruce was currently sitting, his feet bouncing in agitation against the floor. He was already out of his batsuit and was dressed in a soft looking blue shirt and gray sweatpants.

Bruce’s eyes were squeezed shut and his arms were wrapped tightly around himself, his knuckles white. Dick wasn’t really sure what the correct way was to approach him, but he figured letting Bruce know he was there was probably a good first step.

“Hey, B, I’m here,” Dick said, walking slowly up to his dad to try and give him enough time to work out what was real and what wasn’t.

Bruce’s head jerked at the sound of his voice, his bloodshot looking eyes immediately seeking out Dick’s own. He looked... well, not okay but not terrible either. Mostly just pale and a little shaky.

It was the way Bruce was staring at him that made Dick feel nervous all over. His eyes were wide and haunted looking as they soaked Dick up like a sponge. It was the kind of raw look Dick had only ever seen on parent’s faces when they realized their baby wasn’t coming home.

It was Bruce after Jason’s death. It was Bruce after Damian’s death. It was Bruce after T—

“You want to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?” Dick asked quietly, becoming more alarmed as he noticed Bruce was breathing so quickly that his chest was practically heaving.

Bruce’s voice cracked as he murmured, “Dick?”

Bruce’s increasing panic didn’t make sense until Dick reached out his hand to comfort him and saw all the blood coated over his glove.

Oh wow. He was a fucking asshole, wasn’t he?

He jerked his arm back to his side and whirled around so that Bruce couldn’t see all the dried blood on his face.

“I’m okay, Bruce. I’m okay. I got a bloody nose from patrol and... just wait, okay? Let me clean this off.”

You’re such an idiot, Dick thought as he jogged towards the shower area, ripping off his gloves as he went. Once he was hidden from Bruce’s sight, he quickly peeled off his suit because, yeah, he found that blood had dripped on it as well. No wonder he was staring at you like you’d actually... like you were really...

He grabbed a clean towel from the pile they kept on a rack, and then he wet it and went about scrubbing all the blood off his skin until his face looked raw and the towel looked rusted. He was shivering by the time he was done. The cave was always cold and the water definitely wasn’t helping with that.

Dick looked in the mirror and made sure there was no more blood on him before he went to their extra clothes supply rack. Weirdly, the shirts and hoodies from his own pile were missing. He barely restrained himself from rolling his eyes, knowing Tim and Damian had probably been taking his stuff again. Tim always forgot to replace the clothes he borrowed after washing them, and Damian usually hoarded the clothes in his bedroom.

Bruce and Jason’s stacks were still pretty well stocked. Dick made a considering sound in the back of his throat as he looked between them. Jason would definitely blow a gasket if he realized someone had taken his clothes, and contrary to popular belief, Dick really didn’t like fighting with Jason. On the other hand, wearing Bruce’s clothes was kind of weird.

Says the guy who wore his batsuit, his traitorous brain reminded him.

Shrugging, Dick grabbed some red gym shorts from his own pile and a black t-shirt and hoodie from Bruce’s pile. He did end up taking Tim’s Nike slides because his own slip on shoes had been stolen by two kleptomaniacs.

By the time he’d gotten himself dressed, he saw that Alfred had returned from upstairs and was coaxing Bruce into eating an artfully prepared sandwich. Dick wouldn’t mind eating one as long as there was no sign of cucumbers in it.

“Ah, Master Dick,” Alfred smiled, looking both happy to see him and also relieved that he wouldn’t have to deal with Bruce by himself. Bruce whipped around to where Dick was, and their eyes locked briefly before Bruce dropped his gaze like he was embarrassed about needing to reassure himself that Dick was actually there.

“Hey, Alfie,” Dick said with a small smile of his own. He plopped himself on the cot next to Bruce, and before Bruce could protest, he grabbed Bruce’s fingers and forcefully pressed them against his wrist where his pulse was beating steadily. Bruce’s fingers trembled against his skin from the effects of the toxin, but he didn’t try to move them away. Instead, his shoulders relaxed into a more comfortable position, and he ended up leaning some of his weight against Dick’s shoulder.

“You gonna eat that sandwich?” Dick asked Bruce who had closed his eyes and seemed to be silently counting the beats of Dick’s pulse.

Alfred would normally intervene at a time like this and insist that he could go get Dick his own sandwich, but this time, Alfred stayed silent and watched them both with a knowing look.

“No,” Bruce shook his head lightly. “You go ahead and eat it.”

“Are you super-duper sure? Or just super sure? Or just duper sure? What level of sure are you?”

Bruce finally cracked the tiniest of grins at the game Dick used to play with him back when their worlds were a little smaller. Back when Casa de Wayne only had a population of three.

Score, Dick thought with a smile of his own, feeling proud of himself.

“I’m super-duper sure you can eat the sandwich,” Bruce said.

That was essentially code for: I’ll throw up all over the floor if I have to eat even a bite of that sandwich. Dick took it as a sign to back off.

“Well, as long as you’re super-duper sure,” Dick said, making grabby hands at Alfred for the sandwich in question. Alfred only looked mildly exasperated as he handed it over.

Bruce’s fingers tightened around Dick’s wrist. “Trust me, I’m good.”

When Dick looked over at Bruce, he realized that Bruce’s eyes were open, and this time, they looked much clearer. The antidote seemed to have finally made its way through his system.

“Good,” Dick said, playfully jostling Bruce’s shoulder.

There was no stopping his surprised laugh when Bruce jostled him back.

#Dick Grayson #Bruce Wayne #Barbara Gordon #Alfred Pennyworth #IT'S FINALLY DONE MUAHAHAHA #my fic #chestnutcats

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