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jennguyen-draws · 1 year

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Bedtime for Cassandra and Zitka ft. Bruce and Alfie

[ID: A small Cassandra Cain wearing black/yellow pjs with the Black Bat symbol. One hand is tucked under her cheek and the other is holding onto Zitka the elephant plush. Bruce [off screen except for his hands] is seen tucking an orange blanket over Cassandra. A ray of light falls over Cassandra's face from the opened door. (Whisper) Text bubbles: Alfred: Master Bruce, what are you still doing in here? Bruce: Zitka wanted us to finish the book... Alfred: It is well past midnight. Bruce: What did you expect me to do, Alfred? Say "No"? End ID]

Yeah, Bruce - "I can't say no to my kids if they ask" - Wayne. You could have said "no. Alfred shakes his head but when he walks away there is a fond smile on his face.

Dick and Zitka, Jason and Zitka for Halloween, Damian with Zitka II, Tim and Coffee, Duke with Zitka II ft all bat siblings, Stephanie’s tea party ft Zitka and Bruce, They wanted hot chocolate

I'm having so much fun drawing these things. Thanks for all the support <3

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redrobin-detective · 2 years

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you want a revelation, some kind of resolution

Well this was one shitty creek of a situation he was knee deep in. Not that Jason tended to expect any better from the dumpster of his second life.

“Boss, what do we do?” Petey asked, his voice higher and squeakier than normal with fear. “We got Bats coverin’ us from all sides.”

“Just keep cool, I know how to take care of Bats,” Jason growled out trying to keep his skittish gang in line. Though it really wasn’t much of a gang at this point, since Jay had offed most of the major players and their associates. Right now the Red Hood Gang was just a bunch of snot nosed kids with issues, anger and whole lot to prove. That included their boss.

“We got a bunch of ammo here, none of it armor piercing but it should provide enough cover for you and the youngins to scram,” Tristan said. He was actually the oldest of them all at 26. Jay didn’t want to admit how hard it was to resist the urge to fall in step behind him. He’d mentioned once he had 3 younger siblings, sometimes talking to him made Jason think of better times with Dick...

“I told you we were doing too much, too fast,” Marco spat as he hastily loaded up empty pistol magazines. “Now we got the whole goddamn Bat Circus waiting to pounce on us.”

“Nah, it ain’t the body count they’re pissed about,” Jason mumbled to himself as he did his own double checks and loosened himself up for brawl.

Alf had helped him with his 8th Grade production of Macbeth, he’d played Banquo, and had told him to find the happy middle ground of drama, between dull and maudlin. In his grand revenge scheme of leveraging his memory to hurt Bruce, he’d definitely overshot the mark and gotten everyone’s blood up. Hence this very aggressive show of force of trapping them in their current safe house. Only something about this whole thing wasn’t right.

“What I want to know,” Jason, Hood, said as the hairs on the back of his neck tingled. “Is why we’ve had Bats on our ass for 8 whole minutes and not one of them has made an appearance.”

“Maybe they’re already in here, hiding y’know like they do,” Mikey piped up.

“No, I’d know,” Hood responded purposefully enigmatically as he tried to pinpoint what was throwing him off. Something was different. Something was wrong and he couldn’t say what... There was a polite but insistent knock on the entrance of the warehouse.

“They’re knocking?” Big Mike, completely separate from Mikey, gaped incredulously. Everyone else drew their weapons onto the entrance while Jason concentrated on the sounds of warehouse, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He heard the near silent creaks of footsteps on the roof but no one was using the distraction to break in. Had Bruce changed up his MO that much while Jay had been gone?

“Let me in, dipshit, it’s cold out here,” a voice came from the other side of the door. “You got a choice between me and a whole lot of angry Bats. Trust me, I’m prettier.”

“Fuck,” Jason swore, lowering his weapon as he thought about how to get out of this situation. He wasn’t ready for this, wasn’t sure if he’d ever be ready for this. “Back up gents, weapons up but if you fire the next shot is in your skull, capisce?” Behind his hood, he pursed his lips and glared at the closed door. “Doors open,” he called. “No Bats, just you.”

The door was opened casually, like their guest was walking into a party instead of a den of murders and thieves. He stepped with no trace of discomfort, opening and closing the door with his foot while his thumbs were looped through the beltloop of his jeans. Blue eyes scanned the area, his face was neutral but calculating as he took in Jay and his men. God his face...

“Hood,” the man nodded at him then the guys, “Gentlemen. How’s it going?”

“He’s just a brat, lets ice him,” Booker growled, aggressively posturing with his pistol. The man eyed Booker with an amused half smirk, not moving from his comfortable slouch. He didn’t need to, all he had to do was open his mouth.

“Fucking cool it, that brat can take down Superman,” Jason hissed. His weapon was still deliberately pointed down at the floor. He was having trouble keeping eye contact with his former best friend, no way was he gonna aim a gun at him. “So the Bat realized he and his child soldiers couldn’t take me alone so he called in the big guns, huh?”

“Nice to see you too, Hood,” Billy Batson, grinned with too many teeth to mean it as anything but a threat. “And no, your Dad got a location on you and ditched the weekly early. Didn’t realize I followed till he about to break in. I convinced him to stay outside for a minute while we talked, like old times.”

“Batman’s your dad?” Petey squawked, lowering his weapon to gape over at Jason. The others guys mumbled amongst themselves while Jay just growled at Bill’s small, shit eating grin. Damn bastard knew he had all the cards which was why he was here in his human body and not as the big guy. Hell of a lot easier to shoot at an invulnerable god then his best friend in a beaten leather jacket.

“I’m adopted, not that it made much difference in the end,” Bill’s smile slipped a bit. “What do you want, B?”

“I want you,” Bill stated. “If your guys put down their weapons, I can keep the Bats off them long enough to let them escape but only if you come with me.”

“And why the fuck would I go with you?” Jay asked through gritted teeth. As if he didn’t drive to Fawcett after every major fight with Bruce. As if hadn’t felt completely safe flying high in the sky in Marvel’s arms. As if Bill wasn’t the last person he talked to before he left Gotham for the last time, a lifetime ago...

Bill’s eyes, a faded sky blue with little streaks of gold and brown in them, glared back at hood. Once upon a time, they’d had similar blue eyes but now Jason’s eyes were more green than blue. Just another thing separating them.

“Because I had to skip dinner hunting down your ass so you owe me.” Looking like an overconfident ass, and just a tiny bit cool, Bill walked past them and opened the back door. “Boys, weapons down and you’re free to go. Hood, grab your coat, it’s cold out and I’m way too pissed at you to be your cuddle buddy.”

XxX

Bill tried not to stare at Jason sitting across the table but it was hard. He’d missed his friend so much, wasted so much grief wanting him back even for a moment. And yet what was supposed to be a joyous moment was spoiled by the boiling anger he was barely keeping a lid on. Instead, he stared intently into his coffee as he stirred in more cream while Jason looked intently at the menu.

“It’s funny you’re studying that so hard when we both know you’re ordering a chili dog,” Bill said impatiently when he grew tired of the tense silence. Even Atlas’ stamina wore out at some point. Jay flipped the menu down and sneered at him and god for a moment it felt like old times. Except Jason was older, he had new scars Bill didn’t recognize and old ones that were simply gone. His hair had gone partially grey and his eyes were different but the freckles on his nose wrinkled the same way they always did when he was annoyed.

“Yeah, well maybe you don’t know me as well as you thought, short stack,” Jay sniped back. He had one arm stretched over the back of their booth and his legs sprawled out but there was a tenseness that said he was ready to run at a moment’s notice. Like he no longer trusted Bill anymore.

“Sorry I don’t look like a linebacker on venom,” Bill countered. Jay had always been a bit taller than him but not by much. But whatever had happened to him (the Pit Bruce had, he didn’t want to think about how much that had hurt) it took away all evidence of Jay’s rough childhood living. Bill, on the other hand, was still scrawny, his height small and his immune system shit.

“You boys ready to order?” Their waitress, Marcy, asked with a gentle smile.

“Yes Ma’am, I’ll have some of your 24 hr breakfast with a ham and cheese omelet extra cheese and home fries. Jay?”

“2 Chili dogs,” he grumbled, handing over the menu even as Bill hid his smile in his coffee cup. “How’d you get B off my ass?”

“I work alongside him on the team. He knows when to push me and when not to, he knows that he owes me,” Bill replied with a shrug before setting his coffee down. “Jason,” he sighed, “what the hell are you doing?”

“Oh shove off with your holier than thou shit,” Jay growled, turning to face out the window. They both knew that Bruce and most likely the others were casing the place but, for now, they were out of sight. “You don’t know what I’ve been through, what that man did to-”

“Then maybe you should tell me,” Bill frowned, gripping his cup. “Maybe instead of announcing your return with a duffle bag of heads you could’ve come to us and we’d have helped you get your shit together.”

“B-”

“Almost broke when you died,” Bill cut him off. “Jay I don’t know what you think happened but we almost lost him. If it weren’t for Tim,” Jason’s eyes turned menacingly dark so Bill diverted. “Jesus Jay, I took a leave of absence for almost a month. I never had many friends, losing you, it was like the world dropped out underneath me.”

“Yeah, well you recovered real well,” Jason huffed, leaning over the table to clench and unclench his fists. “Everyone moved on.”

“Did you think the whole world would stop for you?” Bill accused with a scoff. “Grow up, it may have felt like my world died but there were still villains to be foiled, civilians who needed saving. We moved on because the only other option was to dig a grave right next to yours. God knows Bruce did his damndest to do just that.”

“Here ya go, loves, give me a shout if you need anything else,” Marcy said, depositing their meals. Despite having had food security and his own money in his pocket for years, the sight of a full plate before him still gave his heart a little skip. He wondered if Jay remembered the feeling or if he’d forgotten that too.

“Whatever, you don’t get it so I don’t want to talk about it,” Jay grumbled, hunching over and biting into his hotdog. “The fuck you been up to, outside of capes?”

“Got my GED because the League of Babysitters were breathing down my neck. I do odd jobs here and there, whatever I can get with flexible hours. I’m thinking of doing online classes at Fawcett CC to get my degree in social work.” Jason paused for a moment before continuing to devour his dog. Bill, who learned better manners on the streets, ate like a normal human being.

“You’d be good at that,” Jay said as he polished off the first hotdog. “I thought I might do that, back in the day.”

“I know, we talked about it,” Bill nodded, “can’t say I wasn’t thinking about that when I started filling out applications. There’s a memorial case for Robin in the Cave, a Library in Gotham named after Bruce Wayne’s son but I wanted the memory of Jay, my idiot friend, to carry on too.”

“Bill,” Jay heaved out a heavy sigh. “Why am I here?”

“In this diner? on this side of the veil?” Bill questioned, “can’t really answer the second one but as for the former, maybe I just wanted to watch my best friend make a slobbery mess out of chili dogs again.”

“I ain’t your best friend,” Jason said grabbing his second hotdog.

“Fuck you, yes you are. You never stopped being my best friend which why I’m so mad I could scream at you for the shit you pulled. I can see being mad at the world, I can even see why you’re mad at Bruce but me, Jay?” he asked, not disguising his hurt. “I had to hear about you coming back from a League debrief as Marvel. Had to go a whole shift being calm and composed before I could change back and completely fall apart.”

“The hell was I supposed to say?” Jay asked a bit too loudly. Marcy glanced over at them from across the diner. “I’m not, fuck, I’m not that snot nosed kid anymore who thought being a hero gave him magic. He died and I’m the one who crawled into his carcass and came back. Those times we had were good but they’re gone.”

“Well that’s up for me to decide, isn’t it?” Bill said with a bite of his potatoes. “So as your former and current best friend, it is my duty to tell you that you need to get your head out of your ass. Stop doing stupid shit to piss people off and do things that will actually help you because you know what? I’m not the same person you left either. You’re not special, you’re just as mortal as the rest of us.”

“Says you,” Jason snorted. He reached over and grabbed Bill’s coffee and took a swig. “You still take your crap coffee the same, drowned in cream with not a drop of sugar.”

“And you still can’t buy your own coffee and order it how you want,” Bill said with a smile, stealing it back. The atmosphere was good, calm and silent as they finished their dinners

“I’m not going back with B,” Jason said quietly.

“I figured,” Bill nodded as he signaled Marcy for the check.

“And I’m not stopping what I’m doing in Gotham, cleaning out the filth the way Batman never could,” Jay growled resolutely.

“I don’t agree with your methods, never will. I won’t be complicit to your demons but I will be your friend. Just think about what it is you want, Jay, that’s all I ask. Oh and keep in contact this time, asshole,” he scribbled his address and phone number on one of the napkins. “Come by anytime but leave the hood at home or you’ll have to deal with the other guy.”

“Shit you’re tougher than him any day,” Jason said, shoving the napkin roughly in his jacket before standing up. “It’s been - Good to see you again, Bill. I missed you.” He stuck out a fist which Bill bumped in return.

“Not as much as I missed you. Take care of yourself, Jason and try to imagine my disappointed face next time you think about killing someone.”

“Won’t need to imagine, I’ll see it myself when I come to check out your digs. Now I gotta avoid a whole host of flying rodents, see ya,” he said with a lazy, backward wave as he left via the back entrance. Feeling full and content, Bill waited patiently for the check.

“Oh baby, you’re all settled up,” Marcy said as she swung by the table. “Your friend gave me a 50 while I was seating you.” She chuckled and refilled his coffee. “Stay as long as you like and if I were you, I’d keep that friend. He’s a good one.”

“Don’t I know it,” Bill cheered, raising his mug in appreciation as he sipped the hot coffee. It was starting to rain outside but Bill was in no hurry to leave. So he sat at his booth and enjoyed his second cup while basking in the glow of a right wronged. No matter how far astray he went, Jay was still Jay. Bill didn’t need the Wisdom of Solomon to tell him that he just had to wait for Jason to come around.

#billy batson #jason todd #wow ok wow this just came out #i swear I was just gonna do the gang confrontation #i couldnt get Jason warning his members that some skinny brat could defaet superman out of my head #and then there were feelings!#at some point it dribbles bc I let my mind go blank and just started typing #just let the characters tell me what to say #i still have special feelings about Jay and Billy's friendship #and how Jay coming back affects it #Bill never can and never will agree but he can see the grey and still be there for Jay #still the optimistic lovable fool after all this time #adult billy also gives me feels #like fuck yeah that kid deserves to grow up and not feel so scared and unable to save himself #he pulled himself up and he'll drag Jason to his redemption by his hair if he has to #i have so many emotions Im going to lie in the rain and die see ya #oh title is from No Light No Light by florence + the machine #every lyric is so post resurrection jay and billy i could scream

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commanderhorncleaver · 1 year

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Lu throws a ball up in the air while lounging haphazardly in the chair Gaius's office. She misses a catch and it beams her in the nose.

"Shoot. Hey Legionnaire, what do you think of Scrappers? Not the profession, the warbands. I used to be one. In a scrapper warband I mean. I'm still a Scrapper but the profes- scrap it, you know what I mean."

Gaius shrugs as he watches the ball bounce from Lucasta's muzzle and onto his desk, before it rolls across and falls to the floor. "They tend to have less than ideal reputations," he says quietly.

"I don't know much about being less mentally fit for normal duties, as many stories go, but my dealings with them were often due to insubordination or unreliability... I know a lot of charr gladia who've been demoted over unreliability."

He leans over in his seat and picks up the ball, placing it on his desk within reach of the younger charr. "If anything, I'd say it's often a more unfortunate situation, at least in individual cases, than just being troublemakers."

#horncleaver asks #Gaius Horncleaver #it's a sudden question #but he does understand why she'd ask given #His Whole Thing #his opinion at face is “they suck”#but being how his opinions of gladia have changed with exposure #he's willing to admit that between lots of the reputation and what it means to be deemed 'unreliable'#lots of it is probably a crock of shit #and it's more likely than not charr being unable to rid themselves of the reputation #and then leaning into it #troubled kids as one might say #charr oc #gw2 oc #gw2 #charr commander

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azarothsoren · 1 year

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Call me a fucking idiot but I honestly thought the ending to GDT Pinocchio would be Pinocchio turning human (basically looking like Carlo but more...lanky) after his sacrifice. Have him grow up during the remnants of ww2 and show a montage him and his family. Him reuniting with Candlewick who almost doesn’t recognize him until he hears his voice, sees those eyes and recognizes this strange sense of life. Have them at Geppetto’s grave, alongside Spazzatura and Sebastian’s graves. Then more scenes of a town now filled with the boys that outlived the war, young adults. Pinocchio walking arm in arm with Candlewick as they embrace a new life and era where fascism no longer reigns.

The final scene is Pinocchio telling everything to his grandchildren, especially Giuseppe who is age 10. Giuseppe asks, "Did it happen?"

Pinocchio shows him a blue feather.

From outside, afar, Wood Sprite and Death look on with smiles. Then roll credits.

#Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio #I KNOW I SOUND STUPID BECAUSE THIS IS KINDA MORE VANILLA THAN THE FILM ITSELF #BUT FUCK IT AURA AND I TALKED ABOUT IT DAYS AGO SO #I like the actual ending better FYI but my dumbass sentimental side.....#Also I would love to see Pinocchio knowing his story becomes legend but being unable to say the truth until A CENTURY LATER #Because who would believe a very human kid would've been wooden?

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eliotquillon · 8 months

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think the key difference between alana and hester and why i find one of them so much more sympathetic than the other despite them being in similar circumstances is that it would've been so much easier for alana to stop the trauma cycle in her family. she made the active choice to bring kids into what she KNEW was an incredibly dysfunctional political dynasty and even though we are repeatedly told in wayward (even by outsiders like sybella!) that fisk was dying/losing his power she still did nothing to curtail any of his abuses (exiling ollivan, trying to send cassia to the docklands). alana chose to disengage entirely to the point where she has zero idea about any of her own daughter's hobbies or interests because she doesn't want to face the consequences of her own inaction. say what you like about hester man but that girl watched her entire family get slaughtered in a basement when she was fifteen and got stuck with not only survivors guilt but a wholeass toddler + faction to rule and she still did everything she possibly could to protect gedeon's innocence and let him remain a child. she had no idea that letting eliot track down the traitor would result in him killing his own father. even after eliot was forced to turn triple agent she obfuscated everything to protect him until the very end. her biggest flaw is ultimately that she refused to share the burden with anyone else and it made her bitter and resentful and that is far more forgivable than alana's see no evil hear no evil strategy

#witherward #wayward #hester ravenswood #alana sims #time and time again i think of the parallel of hester being so traumatised after watching her family's murders #that she still hasn't spoken about it after 15 years #+ ollivan being unable to come to his own defence at his murder trial because he feels so guilty #+ eliot carrying his father's watch but being unable to say his name #i empathise with alana and i understand she is just as much of a victim of her father's abuse as her kids are #but her inaction resulted in her kids being victimised and alana herself becoming complicit

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littleeyesofpallas · 8 months

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Okay so i still have L5R verymuch on the brain and trying to find ways to incorporate a fun occult supernatural plot to things I can't help but look back on Samurai Sentai Shinkenger of all things and love what a fucking wildly good premise it had. Not for the stupid hero squad, but for the villains.

The Gedoshu[外道衆]: "Heretic/Demon Masses" (lit. Gedo[外道]: "Outside-way") are the race of monsters, ayakashi, menacing tokyo every week. But unlike the usual invading force of aliens or whatever else that every season of super sentai has, the gedoshu leader, Chimatsuri Dokoku, has a very specific goal and and very specific mechanism behind it.

In this setting the ayakashi are all former humans who transform directly into monsters after committing some corrupting act, usually tragic, that allows strong negative feelings to consume them. And any time humans feel misery and sorrow and pain, their tears become the water on the river Sanzu, the river that divides the world of the living and of the dead, and from those waters new monsters are inevitably born --never crossing the river to the afterlife, yet not truly alive or human anymore. And it is on a boat on that river that the big boss, Chimatsuri, has been sealed in a kind of limbo between life and death.

So, to facilitate his escape and ultimately revenge, he sends his minions to earth in order to cause so much human suffering that the river Sanzu overflows, allowing him to just ride his ship into the human realm without technically breaking the terms of his imprisonment.

And like? That's so fucking cool??? Like that is a great set up, and it's just wasted on a regular rotation kids' saturday morning show??? And I love that unlike the usual routine of slapping some monsters around once a week, the premise makes it clear that the villains are still very much making progress towards their goal even if the heroes beat them. The accumulation of human suffering is inevitable, it's just a question of how soon it'll hit critical mass, which is maybe the best way to keep the enemy threat feeling real even as they continually lose individual fights.

Also this season had kind of a mixed bag when it came to monster of the week designs, but the big recurring villains were all phenomenal

#also like 9 times out of 10 the scheme of the week was still to just smash buildings and hit people #but everyone once in a while a monster of the week got clever #one episode the whole plan was to just kidnap some kids #put them in a warehouse #and make them stack rocks #only for the goon monsters to kick the rock piles over #and make them start again #nothing as extreme as murder #but just a sadness factory #and another episode the monster that week scoffed as his comrades #and was like you goons dont get it quality over quantity just watch!#and then he talked a kid into breaking his own arm right before a big baseball game #because he'd told the kid he'd bring his dead grandpa back #and then when the kid was in pain and unable to play baseball #the monster just stood over him and laughed saying #you idiot your grandpa is still dead #like that was the whole scheme #to make one kid as sad as possible #it was great

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megatraven · 2 years

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thinking about hades being in love with mc and realizing it early and being so damn terrified for her, because gods are selfish, and loving one a trap. he tries so damn hard to put distance between them, to send her back down to earth, but she keeps coming back and he falls for her more and more until he can’t resist indulging himself in her love, even as he knows he’s dooming her, even as he wishes she would stay far, far away from him, because he is the god of the underworld, and she’s a human, and it can only end in heartbreak

#meg speaks #LISTEN. IVE BEEN LISTENING TO THOUSAND MILES BY THE KID LAROI AND IT JUST #THE CHORUS REALLY REALLY MAKES ME THINK OF HADES #'i will never change. i couldnt even if i wanted to for you. there's nothing left to say.'#'if i was you if i was you then i would stay.... a thousand miles away'#UGH ANYWAYS #IM THINKING ABOUT HADES /LOVING/ HER AND KNOWING SHE WOULD BE BETTER OFF WITHOUT HIM #BUT BEING UNABLE TO RESIST HIS SELFISH BLOOD THAT WANTS HER ANYWAYS #UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #hades x mc #hades #afk mc #afk hades #astoria: fate's kiss #astoria #lovestruck voltage #lovestruck

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