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lazycats-stuff · 1 year

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Bruce Wayne x male!reader

Another teacher oneshot! I want to write more, maybe about how the press found out.

Summary: Bruce and (Y/N) are together for a year now, without the press finding out. But one day that changes and press get the wind of it.

Warnings: Press being invasive, people saying that (Y/N) is cute, Bruce being protective.

(Y/N) smiled as he sat at the back of the manor, the side where there was just a clearing. watching boys running around, playing football. (Y/N) was wrapped in a blanket, due to the wind that was blowing, with a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. He wasn't a person to play sports, but he was more than happy to cheer them on.

He took a sip of his warm drink and looked at Alfred who sat down next to him.

" Do you need another blanket master (Y/N)? "

" No, Alfred thank you. And please just call me (Y/N), the title of a master makes me feel rich. "

Alfred simply nodded, but (Y/N) knew that Alfred would refer to him with the 'master' title. He shook his head in amusement and went back to look at his boyfriend. Bruce was wearing a grey shirt, that clung to him because of the sweat, but what made his mouth water were Bruce's muscles. Sure, it seems superficial, but he loved them. He felt safe wrapped in those arms, especially when Bruce got back from patrol.

" How about a break gentlemen? " Alfred yelled out, seeing how they were getting tired.

" Sure Alfred. " Bruce said, jogging towards his beloved. (Y/N) knew what Bruce's intention were.

" Bruce, I love you, but no kisses while you are sweaty. "

Bruce actually pouted, but complied. He took a sip of water, then glanced back at his boyfriend.

" Bruce, no. Shower first then you can kiss me. No ifs or buts. "

Bruce pouted once more, looking like a kicked puppy. The boys snickered at their father's reaction.

" Fine, you win. Guys, eat something. You wait here hun. "

Bruce left and the boys couldn't help but comment.

" You know (Y/N), I have never seen Bruce so whipped for somebody. And I have been with him the longest here. " Dick commented, smiling.

" I agree. Father is whipped for you. " Damian said, taking a sip of his water.

" I would say a simp. " Jason said.

Tim rolled his eyes at the name. (Y/N) simply hummed, fully aware of the meaning behind that word. He wanted to keep up with his students, so he took it upon himself to learn their slang. Urban dictionary was a good help.

" Tim, Jason is not really wrong. Bruce is always ready to take his credit card and simply buy me whatever I glanced at. I looked at Stephen King's book It. A simple glance. What I found the next day, in my room, with a rose and a note saying and I quote: ' Have a good day at work my darling. Your beloved Bruce. ' "

" I remember when you hid his wallet once, you were swamped with gits. I also remember, you said something about giving something for us before the Christmas break. You said something about like something small, like some candy and what not. " Damian remembered.

" And your father got me enough candy for the entire school. I don't think any of you realize how hard it is to explain to your coworkers how you could afford it. " (Y/N) snickered at the memory.

The boys chuckled quietly at that. But that sealed (Y/N)'s spot as the favorite teacher of the school.

" But you position as the best teacher in school was solified. " Dick added, sitting down on the chair.

" Really? " (Y/N), furrowing his eyebrows, looking at the boys as if they grew a second head. he was aware that the students liked him, he was a chill professor, but still wanted their best and always helped those who needed extra help... But he didn't think he was the best teacher there.

" Yup. We would never lie to you. " Jason said, taking a bite of the sandwich.

" I mean, you help us out with our assignments and you proofread them. " Jason said, cringing at the thought of his past assignments. Jesus Christ, how did he pass all of that?

" Don't cringe at the past assignments Jason, you came a long way. "

Jason wanted to say something, but smirked, looking behind (Y/N)'s shoulder.

" Okay, I showered, now there is no escape. " Bruce said, lifting (Y/N) up to sit him in his lap. (Y/N) yelped and bushed.

" My God Bruce, you are like a golden retriever and a cat mixed all in one. "

Bruce gave (Y/N) a kiss on the cheek and squeezed him a bit tighter. (Y/N) huffed, but leaned back on Bruce. He was so warm, ready to drift off.

(Y/N) sighed as he got into the faculty room. His coworkers were all acting as if they were teenagers.

" Okay, is anybody going to tell me what is going on or do I have to turn into Sherlock Holmes? " (Y/N) asked, not having a clue.

" Oh, just this. " JJ said, opening something on his phone. He handed (Y/N) the phone and he nearly died of shock. It was from a tabloid, revealing (Y/N)'s and Bruce's relationship to the world. There were pictures from their date recently... Bastards...

" Why didn't you tell us you started dating again? " Kaylee asked him, all happy for him.

(Y/N) was numb as he gave the phone back. He took a deep breath and excused himself from the room. He took his phone out and called Bruce. He went to a closet and waited for Bruce picked up.

" Hey hun, I know, I read it too. My PR team and I are working on it. I'm sorry. " Bruce apologized, feeling awful.

He can take the heat of the press, but (Y/N) can't. He was never in the spotlight and Bruce liked it. He wasn't ashamed of his lover, he wanted to show him off, but on (Y/N)'s terms. Not in the press'.

" It's not your fault Bruce, I should have known that this day would have come. "

" No, don't say that, you and I should have gone public on your accord. I can always leave earlier from work and pick you up. Do you need me to pick me up? "

(Y/N) smiled at Bruce's proposition.

" Pick me up at 3:30 then, I am substituting today. "

" Will do. Did your coworkers say anything about... Us? "

" Only good things B. "

" Okay. Somebody tries to do something, call me. Okay? "

" Okay Bruce. I love you. " (Y/N) said, smiling like an idiot.

" I love you too hun. "

(Y/N) hanged up and went back to the faculty room. He took a deep breath before entering. Everyone looked at him and JJ looked sad, regretful even.

" JJ, it's not your fault. I'm not mad, just shocked that the news got out. "

JJ nodded.

" Is he treating you well? "Kaylee asked.

" He is. "

" Good. He better. "

(Y/N) smiled.

" And we are not judging you based on your sexuality. " Tamara, the principal said, taking a cup of coffee.

" Anyone tries to, come to us. " Kaylee added.

(Y/N) nodded, taking a cup of warm coffee from JJ.

" So... When did this start? " JJ asked.

" A year and a half ago. " (Y/N) answered, sitting at the desk in the center of the room.

Kaylee smiled and gave him a side hug.

" I am happy for you. If my work bestie is happy, then so am I. But I want to meet him. He needs to know that if he hurts you, we will come after him. " Kaylee said, a dark look going through her eyes.

" Okay, lets not go there. " (Y/N) said.

" If you say so. "

And true to his word, Bruce picked him up at 3:30 exactly. And with the press, who were there watching taking photos and trying to get their attention.

Bruce was leaning on the front of his car, ignoring the press, simply waiting for his boyfriend to come out.

And once he did, he lit up. He stood up, fixed his posture and when (Y/N) was close, he brought him into a hug. (Y/N) didn't mind at all, but they need talk about the press.

" I know, lets go home. " Bruce said, as if he read his mind, pulling away and opening the door for his boyfriend.

And once they were home, they could relax. Well, everyone expect (Y/N). He was stressed out now.

" Hun? Are you okay? " Bruce asked, gently taking him into his arms on the sofa.

" I'm just... Really stressed... And tired. " (Y/N) replied, leaning back into Bruce, tracing random patterns on his forearm.

" I know, I'm sorry. "

" Bruce, it's not your fault. It's theirs. They have no concept of privacy... Bastards. " (Y/N) muttered.

" Hey guys, I will be quick, you are trending on Twitter. Bruce for being with a man and (Y/N) for... " Dick trailed off, not knowing how to finish his sentence.

" For what Dick? " Bruce asked, anger and possessiveness clawing at his chest. He brought (Y/N) closer, nuzzling the crook of his neck.

" For his looks. People are saying that he is cute, hot, adorable... Nothing bad for now. "

Bruce hummed, a bit shocked, knowing how people are judgmental, so the positivity shocked him. Not the fact that (Y/N) is hot, adorable.

" Really? " (Y/N) asked, brows furrowing.

" Yes. Just wanted to let you know. They are saying that you two look adorable. " Dick said, leaving the room. He needs to finish his homework before patrol.

" Huh. " (Y/N) said, after a minute.

" A good huh, or... "

" A good one. "

Bruce sighed in relief. Okay. This is good.

" Would you like me to make a statement? " Bruce asked his lover, giving him a gentle kiss on the back of (Y/N)'s neck.

" Over what? "

" I don't know. Maybe post a picture of us or you, and write something. Or just write a Tweet, but that won't do any justice. "

" So Instagram? "

" I have a great picture of you. And you will be involved in writing it. I need an English major for this. "

" You got it Bruce. "

And they did just that. Bruce posted what he considered to be a beautiful photo of (Y/N), the one where he was laughing at something, on the sofa.

And in the caption:

' I have always said to the press, leave my loved ones out your headlines. That includes my children and now (Y/N). What the press did was beyond despicable, a complete invasion of privacy of someone who didn't want to be in the spotlight. And I am warning the paparazzies right now. Just like I said before, my kids and (Y/N) are off limits. I am not afraid to use force to protect the people I love. (Y/N), alongside my children are not to be followed around school. I will be dragging you and your companies to court if you do. And I'm not someone you want to get caught with in a legal battle. '

#bruce wayne x male reader #dc x male reader #dc comics #batman x male reader

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dairy-farmer · 1 year

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There's this DamiTim fic called, "That Unwanted Animal". And it's literally so good. Basically They were all a little older when Bruce died. Damian, iirc, was sixteen.

Dami was so horny for Tim. So possessive too. It was delicious. I really want underage or younger Damian grooming older Tim

Imagine Dick finding out about their relationship. Idk if their dynamics would have been the same in this AU since Damian and Dick had gotten closer in canon during his time as Batman. What if Dick thought Tim had groomed their baby brother? Damian would've been offended if it weren't helping him isolate Tim further, making sure that Tim is his all alone.

By the time someone manages to talk sense or prove Dick wrong, he's too late. Tim doesn't trust him anymore. He's even more attached to Damian, always clinging to him, always looking to him on what to do next. Dick screams at Damian that he broke Tim and that he doesn't trust that his obsession would even last since he snuffed out the fire that was Tim's independence and brain. But Damian have already accounted for that. He doesn't really care for Tim's independence. And he won't let his mind dull. After all, they make so much enemies, his mind would be his ultimate weapon against them in the event that Damian can't reach him in time to protect him.

And it's all Dick's fault really. If he only investigated more. If he only hadn't let his emotions get the best of him. His outburst about Tim and Damian's relationship had reached the other vigilantes. His beloved has been shunned and turned away by those blind fools. But they have made their relationship closer and stronger. He'll be sure to thank Dick and send him an invitation to their wedding

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i just read it!!!!!! it was so good!!!!!!! i love fics where tim's struggle is the idea that HE will be perceived as the aggressor even when he's the victim!!! one of my favorite fics where this happens is this fic by weirdalterego

i think that damian and tim's relationship and dynamic is very unique and different from that other batcest ones because in the age gap- TIM is the one who is older, the adult, the "mature" one which inherently shifts the power dynamic in his favor and in basically every other scenario that would be the case. but because DAMIAN is the younger person he absolutely holds a lot of sway and power as well as the ability to completely flip the power dynamics because of just how much bullheadedness and audacity he has. in their dynamic, damian is often the aggressor with tim. he's the one who attacks, and tries to hurt tim and tim is the one forced to defend or backed into a corner until he fights back. i think that in general their realtionship and one in which damian is pursuing tim is almost so unbelievable it doesn't even register as taboo because people's default assumption will be that TIM was the one doing something wrong, tim was the one grooming damian, taking advantage of damian.

tim being hit with the realization that not only do his friends and family not believe him about what's going on- they think HE'S the predator and not the victim. i truly think that tim, in a delicate and unstable state, would absolutely be rendered emotionally broken by it. and damian who has been trying to make him pliable and obedient would be there to comfort him, stroke his hair, tell him 'there there' while tim trembles like a frightened puppy and sobs while clinging to damian- the only person who cares about him. especially after dick tears into tim, launching horrible accusations that just make tim cry.

even worse is that dick is a venter. he vents to friends and dick has many friends and those friends talk and it's why tim had found no support from the community when he went looking for bruce. bruce and clark and so many leaguers are off-planet. maybe if they weren't they could've stopped dick...told him to think about what he was saying, if he REALLY thought tim was capable of such things. even jason, when he returns to gotham after a long-term undercover op, expresses immediate distrust in dick's conclusion.

jason knows predators, he knows pedophiles, he knows how they work, how they think, how they lay traps, how they lure. predators that prey on kids prey on them because they're young, small, and vulnerable. they rely on their inexperience and the fact that they don't know better or are in shitty home situations so no one is around to protect them. jason stresses to dick that predators and pedophiles follow their dicks and their desires, they're too fucking stupid to actually outsmart anyone or be discreet about what they want. if someone like tim was a predator they would never fucking know it.

but that's not what pushes the realization onto dick. it's kori. while dick is blasting tim's name over a call, kori's smile fades and grows thin lipped and grim. she comes to dick one night. flies to his apartment and asks to talk. she doesn't say that dick's an idiot but she asks what led dick to this conclusion. why he believed all these terrible things about tim. dick shows her the videos, the photos, he tells her what he saw when he walked in on tim riding damian on a rooftop while rain drenched both their bodies.

dick realizes that this hatred festering in his stomach is not something he's ever felt for tim. kori guides him through it. helps him see. how tim's face in the photos is always creased in reluctance, distress, and panic. how damian keeps asking tim, keeps touching him, keeps cornering tim until tim agrees to sex.

dick goes into tim's files and personal messages and sees unkind words and messages, hears how 'red robin' has been blacklisted from other cities outside gotham and, with dawning horror, realizes what he's done.

dick had never really healed from...from that night...on the roof...in the rain with tarantula over him. and then....he'd seen damian.

arching up and moaning trying to keep his cock in tim's cunt as his hips gyrated and slammed down...and all he'd seen was himself...younger and upset and disoriented and begging for it to stop.

dick almost throws up as he stares down at the messages. at the pictures and video.

bruce returns to a devastated dick and horrible accusations being thrown around about tim.

by the time they managed to quell rumors they realize damian and tim haven't been living in the manor for awhile. despite the fact that he always eats his meals at the manor, damian is almost always spending time at tim's apartment. bruce and burst in while tim is burying his face into a couch cushion, damian's fingers tangled in his hair and pulling tim's head up to stare at the laptop playing porn. damian is fucking tim roughly and not stopping even when bruce and dick arrive.

he refuses to stop even when bruce roughly orders him to. dick tries to get close to tim but tim just sniffles and retreats into damian's arms who strokes his back and soothes him while staring at both batman and nightwing with victory in his eyes.

dick blames himself for chasing tim into...into...damian's arms. he doesn't want to think or believe that damian was ever truly capable of such things but...hadn't he had no problem believing them of tim?

dick and bruce are thinking of ways to unfuck dick's massive screw up when...when an invitation comes in the mail. damian has freshly turned 18. which means its legal for him to get married.

which is what is happening. bruce gets stone-faced and is already thinking of how they can put a stop to all of this when more news reaches them.

tim is pregnant.

at least a few months already which is shocking to hear because they hadn't seen evidence of it when they'd last seen tim. but it's true. the pictures of a little blob in tim's womb are in his medical records courtesy of leslie who has known for months about what damian was doing but bound by confidentiality and tim's own close-lipped confessions.

dick stares at the pictures and invitations with numbness flooding his body and can't help but feel like this was all his fault.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks #damitim

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ajgrey9647 · 3 months

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Self-soothing prompts: Wrapping themself in a large blanket that makes them feel small and safe. + Coinless Zack?

Pain in Multiples/No One Can Save You But You

His life had changed so dramatically and rapidly that Zack had no time to process the traumatic events as they unfolded. The Black Ranger had stubbornly held on to the big picture once his initial shellshock in the aftermath of Drakkon’s birth had receded. There hadn’t been a choice, really.

The survivors needed him to get his head together, to keep them safe, to formulate some kind of plan to defeat the monster. However, everything he came up with amounted to a suicide mission, their chances of success well in the negative percentile. Which Billy claimed wasn’t empirically possible as his mind scrambled for tight control of whatever it could find and, of course, mathematics and its precise outcomes fit the bill nicely.

Zack barely kept himself from the flashpoint of rage at the silly, pedantic statement, his hand smacking sharply against the assortment of scribbled papers littering the rickety table.

“Obviously, I don’t literally mean we have a -1000% of defeating Lord Drakkon, Billy!” he snapped, hating himself for his irritation even as the words tumbled forth. “I just don’t care for the words ‘certain death’, alright?”

The Blue Ranger retreated back to his tiny cot in the stark, barren room of the abandoned nursing facility like a scolded puppy.

“Oh God, Billy! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” the black-clad teen sighed, following his friend’s retreat.

He nestled on the lumpy piece of furniture next to where the blonde genius huddled under a ragged scrap of a blanket, only the wispy top of his golden locks visible.

“No, Zack. I’m the one who should be apologizing… I should have been able to determine a quicker way to infuse Jason with the White Tiger powers. Or invented a way to help fortify the Command Center against breaches. If I had, then Zordon, Alpha, and Jason would still be here,” he sobbed brokenly. “This is all my fault!”

Placing a shaky hand over the tightly bundled fabric, the Black Ranger hissed forcefully.

“That’s not true, man! If anything is anyone’s fault…well, I could have tried harder or looked longer to find Tommy before that son of a bitch hitched himself back with Rita! I could have convinced him his place was with us! Then there would have no need for new powers or any of that other shit!”

Of course, words were hollow in moments such as these.

The icy fingers of blame stretched far and wide, ensnared deep in the darkest parts of each Ranger’s heart. No amount of countering could convince any of them that they did not have a direct hand in the terrible emergence of this homicidal, superpowered dickhead.

Zack already knew full well where Kimberly Hart stood on her role in this nightmarish clusterfuck. Their conversation had gone no better than the one he’d had with the Blue Ranger. Full of rage and vengeance in addition to her bitter tears, the Pink Ranger spit fire as she insisted upon her failure.

“And if I pressed harder on my suspicion that Tommy was the Green Ranger way back before we finally found out, maybe that would have changed things, given us more time, I don’t know! Or if I had been able to get through to him when I confronted him in the Youth Center before the Sword of Darkness was destroyed…” she yelled, kicking violently at a haphazard stack of old wooden crates outside the kitchen.

The tiny girl had been profoundly changed the moment Drakkon’s deadly hands held forth Jason’s blood streaked red Tyranno helmet with its shattered visor. Something broke inside her at seeing the graphic evidence of her beloved big brother’s murder.

Kimberly often awoke in the wee hours of the night, screaming a heartbroken wail that echoed easily down the tiled corridors where the remaining citizens secreted themselves from Drakkon’s Red Sentry army.

“I miss him, Zack! I don’t know how to live without him here, to protect us, guide us… I’d give anything for one more of his big teddy bear hugs right now!” she moaned, her knees giving out and dropping her to the ground. “To hear his voice…”

From a battered canvas bag she kept guarded on her person at all times, her trembling hands pulled out a small, velvety plush dinosaur, it’s black plastic eyes seemingly gazing into their souls, the two small front legs adorned with soft, felt claws.

“Rexy…” Zack gasped in wonderment. “How the hell did you get that? And when? Drakkon’s goons…”

Kim cuddled the T Rex tightly to her chest in defiance.

“Don’t worry about it,” she retorted. “It’s one piece of Jason that motherfucker won’t ever get!”

She breathed deeply of the top of Rexy’s head.

“It still has his smell. I’m afraid of the day that it will be gone too.”

“Kim…”

But the Pink Ranger turned her head away.

“Just leave me alone, Zack… Please…”

As for Trini, she didn’t speak much for quite awhile after the events of Ascension Day, merely staring into space and only doing anything when guided physically by another person to do so. Usually that person was the Black Ranger. Caring for the catatonic girl was one concrete thing he could do to help anything in this godforsaken hellhole.

With his diligence, he’d finally coaxed the start of a few small words from the Yellow Ranger as they sat nibbling a stale piece of bread covered with a swath of crunchy peanut butter to disguise its brittleness.

“Evil won,” she whispered. “Rita…won..”

Zack couldn’t stomach hearing that sentiment.

“No, she didn’t. We’re still here, girl! And we’ll find a way to beat them! Just like we always do!”

But she shook her head, long dark swishing her upper arms.

“Not this time. There’s no going back. He killed them…”

Damn, but those early days were rough. Days? Hell, months to be more accurate.

They were all fortunate to have some time to regroup and rest within the confines of the crumbling facility Bulk had led them to before they’d been flushed out like a nest of fledgling mice into the night. More people were lost in the confusion and chaos… there was no to prevent that with the might of the jackal-like Sentries.

He, along with Kimberly, Billy, Trini, Bulk, and Skull, had managed to herd whoever he could to safety, delivering a series of satisfying blows to the marauders as he did so. Morphing into their respective suits was eerie and horrible without Jason there to call out in his deep, authoritative yell, ‘It’s Morphin’ Time!’ or ‘Tyrannosaurus!’

It was salt in their still fresh wound.

But once again, Zack was unable to take the time to properly mourn or grieve or fully appreciate the gravity of their new rebellious resistance. It felt like a movie or a nightmare or a really bad bout with alcohol… anything but reality. He always half expected to wake up in his bed before school or in the Command Center with his head bandaged or being given some elixir to reverse a spell… only to be depressingly disappointed.

The Black Ranger had not one spare minute, not when there were issues to address such as procuring food, medical equipment, weapons, clothing, or other supplies, finding safe places to hide out, or constructing their new Coinless leadership. Trini seemed to come back to life when this was going on, drawing on tremendous inner strength and determination in their fallen friends’ honor.

They would slay the dragon.

But the spiteful prick inflicted more lethal wounds before they even got that far in their day to day considerations, operating from a primal survival mode as they cared for what people remained of Angel Grove.

Rumor spread that Rita was dead, killed by ‘her’ evil Ranger’s dagger. Whispers swirled throughout what remained of the city where a lavish palace was being constructed even as the surrounding landscape slowly regressed, unnoticed in the wake of Drakkon’s coup. Those with firsthand knowledge described Rita’s final moments, screeching at the tyrant about his ‘careless, short-sighted, and impertinent decision’. No one knew to what she was referring but rather than argue, Drakkon turned toward his Empress, smiled beatifically as he declared his entitlement to a ‘prize from his battle’, and casually drove his blade through her torso.

Death and loss followed the asshole like a contagious disease.

Drakkon took Billy from them, as effortlessly as blowing a girlish kiss, his Red Sentry blasting a gory hole through the Blue Ranger as he stood protectively before Trini, her morpher already yanked from her belt and being twirled in the tyrant’s long fingers. Zack had swooped in then, challenging the dictator after knocking the murderous Sentry from the bluffs overlooking the ocean.

“Well, hello again, Zackary…” Drakkon purred, his helmet slowly roving up and down the Black Ranger’s battle-damaged suit. “Tough breaks, hmmm? Looks like you’re down another Ranger. Too bad little Skullovitch wasn’t here to save his precious boytoy this time.”

“Fuck you, you cowardly piece of shit!” Zack screamed, calling forth his axe. “I’m going to send you back to hell where you came from!”

This bluster only made Drakkon laugh wildly.

“Look around, dumbass… We’re already there.”

A white and gold saber appeared in the tyrant’s gloved hand.

“I’m glad we’ve finally gotten the chance to chat again…I never had the opportunity to regale you with my little convergence of the twain… Jason’s agonizing death when he refused to submit…”

“Shut up!” Zack snarled, swinging the heavy weapon in a wide arc that Drakkon deftly dodged with a combat roll.

Giggling, the evil Ranger slashed his blade through the air in an arrogant display.

“I tried to be merciful, Zackary, for what’s it worth… a quick, painless snap of his neck… like a chicken in a barnyard or a bunny rabbit outside its warren. But he just wouldn’t hold still… until I beat that hard head of his like a punching bag.”

Grinning through his lies, Drakkon wished he could see the Black Ranger’s face as he made up the nastiest details he could imagine.

“I destroyed that disgusting red helmet and he still thrashed around like an animal in a snare, covered in piss when he lost control of his bladder and running into things because his eyeballs ruptured under my fists. It looked like raspberry jelly smeared down his cheeks… But I really thought that crack to his neck did the trick when he dropped like a ton of bricks!”

Roaring in fury, Zack charged again, locking his axe with Drakkon’s sword as the tyrant continued to fib.

“I reached down to take his coin, Black Ranger, and that silky little belly was moving up and down. He was still breathing, crying and begging for his ‘mommy’”, he sneered in disdain. “So, I did the kindest thing I could… I hacked him open and field dressed him like a deer, pulling his guts out while he tried to scream…”

His words were cut off when Zack’s fist collided squarely with the hybridized helmet, knocking Drakkon backward toward the drop off to the turbulent ocean below. The Black Ranger was too enraged to question the tyrant about some of the inconsistences in his gruesome tale, namely that if he had gutted Jason, Drakkon should have been painted with his scarlet blood instead of just what dripped from the Tyranno helmet.

“And Zordon got to witness the whole shameful thing!”

Zack’s vision misted over with tears, the vile meanness of what happened to Jason making him want to vomit. And that was when Drakkon ceased his possumy, demure antics and proceeded to maul the Black Ranger like a pit bull, a stunning about-face that left the teen reeling.

His Mastodon coin was savagely yanked from his belt, depowering him in a flash of crackling black light. Only the sudden interference from Kimberly saved him from a deadly blow by Drakkon’s sword, as the Pink Ranger’s arrow struck the tyrant’s leg, dropping him to one knee.

She’d overheard everything, every vile detail he had had spewed and after seeing Trini cuddling Billy’s mangled corpse in her arms, watching Zack’s helpless struggle, she could no longer hold back.

“You son of a bitch! I’m going to kill you! Gut you just like you did Jason, you sick fuck!” Kim screamed.

Reinforcements arriving vibrated the ground they cowered upon and time was up. At least for now.

Trini dashed into the bracken, her blood-soaked shirt clinging to her upper body and Billy’s Triceratops coin hidden in her bra. Zack foolishly snared Kim’s waist and hauled her off into the woods as Drakkon bellowed in pain, pulling himself to his feet.

He glared after the retreating former Rangers, then lifted his hand, waggling his fingers like a toddler.

“See ya later, alligator!”

The Mastodon and Saber tooth Tiger coins were clutched tightly in his palm, perfect additions for those clamoring for the opportunity to serve in his ranks. He grinned, satisfied he’d supplied enough nightmare fuel to keep Kimberly and Zack awake for years to come.

The loss of his coin, forcefully removed from his body instead of transferred to another, left Zack in the throes of physical withdrawal as he adjusted from the enhancements of the Grid back to a mere mortal human. His skin was clammy, drenched in sweat, and he suffered the shakes to the point he couldn’t even feed himself without help.

Not that it mattered much.

He vomited everything he put in his mouth anyway.

So, ultimately all he could do at that point in time was lay upon a pallet in a ramshackle farmer’s barn somewhere in the countryside, listening to the world go on outside its sun-faded red walls. Unable to get up, or sit up, or speak more than a few words at a time, even that was exhausting.

Zack had the distinct privilege of hearing Kimberly’s loud, enraged cursing, swearing, and threatening all manner of violence upon Lord Drakkon, rebuffing all who attempted to calm her down. Skull curled into a ball somewhere near the cow pasture, wailing and wishing death for himself at the loss of Billy as Bulk tried helplessly to protect him from his own hand.

Eventually, both the Pink Ranger and Eugene disappeared into the night some time down the road. Kim returned as the devil’s right hand warrior and Skull not at all, both to Farkas’s immense grief.

Loss after loss after loss after loss. A whole goddamn mountain of them. And Zack was unable to stem the tide. What more were waiting just around the corner? Who else was going to die?

Zack was still a child himself; they all were. He wished Jason were here because he’d know how to handle things. Then thoughts of his deceased leader coalesced into images of his brutal, bloody murder and then the teen couldn’t sleep for fear of closing his eyes.

He didn’t want to be strong, dammit! He wanted someone to comfort him, to take over, to make decisions, to be a fucking adult, to fix things, right all these impossible wrongs…

But there was no one who could mentally or physically extend themselves to another, as all were as depleted as he was.

So, Zack settled for what he could given the circumstances. He pulled a heavy, old blanket from some unknown room from wherever the fuck they’d ended up now and disappeared into the shadows. Wrapping himself snuggly in the scratchy material, he scrunched into as small a ball as he could manage, feeling like an egg in a nest or an infant being swaddled in his mother’s arms.

And from that cocoon of safety, Zack finally allowed himself to release the agonized tears he’d saved up beginning the day that Jason ‘died’.

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moliathh · 2 years

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I just need to let it out

💫Jaydick bodyguard and singer in a secret romance AU💫

UH YES PLEASE 😭👊 what genre would dick do tho? i think he could do all pop rock, r&b, hip-hop and kawaii idol style

also big protective puppy bodyguard!jason my beloved baby 🥺

#jaydick #jasontodd #dickgrayson #bodyguard #singer #omg i will draw if i have ideas

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moonlitceleste · 3 years

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among us

Timari January Day 3 - Among Us

@timari-month-event

Tim does an investigation after someone steals his coffee.

“There is an imposter among us.”

Tim’s declaration rang through the otherwise silent Wayne Manor as he stared deep into the eyes of each of his siblings, who were all lined up like soldiers.

A loud groan interrupted, well… whatever he was doing.

“Seriously, Replacement? This is what you called us here for?”

From his brash declaration, it was clear Jason wasn’t enthused to be there.

Tim continued without sparing a glance at his older brother, decidedly ignoring his outburst.

“As I was saying, I suppose you're all wondering why I've gathered you here today.”

Stephanie stifled a snort behind her hand, no doubt laughing at his use of the overdramatized phrase.

“One of you stole my coffee, and I intend to find out who.”

His eyes swept over the line: Dick, Jason, Damian, Cass, Steph, and Duke. Marinette was stationed next to him, a second set of eyes to aid his search for the perpetrator.

None of his siblings were especially delighted, judging by their exasperated expressions.

“Why would any of us steal your coffee, Drake?”

The vigilante in question made an are-you-serious face.

“To spite me? I wouldn’t put it past you.”

Dick jumped forward to hold his tiny ex-assassin brother back before he could lunge at Tim and maim him too badly.

“Unhand me, Grayson!” Damian scowled, writhing in his grip. “I’m not a child!”

It was quite the contrary, but his statement went unchecked. No one wanted to deal with the consequences of their poking fun at him, which would likely be a feral, katana-wielding child chasing after them in the after hours of the night.

…Well, none except for Cass.

A smile tugged on the edges of her lips as she watched Damian struggle to break free from their eldest brother’s hold.

“Are,” she said, the one-word response more than enough to communicate her thoughts.

But rather than attack, Damian resigned himself to slump in Dick’s grip and glower sullenly.

If it were anyone else commenting it would have come to blows, but Cass was beloved by the entire Wayne family. She had Damian’s respect, no matter how grudging.

“...Well, I’m outta here,” Jason exclaimed, breaking the brief silence that had befallen the group.

He seemed done with the dramatics, which was ironic considering he was the most dramatic theatre kid of them all.

Unfortunately, his plan to make a quick exit was foiled by Tim. He got all of three steps forward before the younger got into his face and glared.

It was a nice effort, really, but the height difference really detracted from Tim’s intimidation factor.

This little fact didn’t seem to matter as he continued to stare down Jason.

“You’re not going anywhere until we figure out who did this.”

“You mean when you figure out who did this.”

In a blink, Jason had hoisted Tim up and moved him to the side, leaving an obstruction-free path.

Finally. With the string bean out of the way, there was absolutely nothing that could possibly prevent him from escaping—

“Jason,” Dick called.

No. Fuck no.

It was his stupid big brother voice—the pleading one Dick used to drag everyone into doing “family bonding activities.”

If this is supposed to be family bonding, I don’t want any fucking part of it.

Still, Jason stopped mid-stride to weigh his options.

If he left, he’d get undoubtedly get a lecture from Dick later. But if he managed to sweet-talk his way out… well, no one could blame him for playing by the rules.

Jason whirled around, but rather than walking back in line, he turned to Marinette.

“You’ll let me leave, won’t you, Cupcake?”

He put on his best set of puppy-dog eyes, dignity out the window. All he wanted to do was get away from this crazy family.

“Hey,” Tim snapped, grabbing Marinette by the waist and resting his head on top of hers protectively. “That’s my girlfriend you’re talking to. No cute nicknames.”

Normally this statement would warrant some concern from the rest of the family, but they all knew it was just his attempt to come off as intimidating. He could really get too in-character with his detective role sometimes.

Jason rolled his eyes in response.

“C’mon. You trust me, right?”

Marinette hesitated, her big blue eyes flitting around in confusion. She looked more tired than usual, probably because of the huge commission she had received days ago.

Jason decided to take pity on her and not push any farther. Having to deal with so much work on top of the Replacement had to be exhausting.

Plus, if he stayed and sped the process up, he could score brownie points with everyone.

“Fine,” he said, face neutral.

“It’s not me, it’s not Cass,” the rest of the family clamored in agreement, “and it’s not Golden Boy, unless he took it to stop you from dying of overcaffeination.”

“I didn’t take it!” said Golden Boy defended. “You know I didn’t come back from Bludhaven until this morning. I’ve been unpacking all day!”

Tim tapped a finger to his chin, nodding thoughtfully.

“Steph.”

He turned abruptly to the blonde and stared her down.

Either the family had become desensitized to his glares or he was just really bad at them, because within seconds Steph had her lips pressed together, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

“What’s your alibi?”

She shook her head, struggling to keep her amusement contained. Attempting to speak would only end in peals of uncontrollable laughter.

Duke pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he likely caught from Bruce, and sighed.

“Steph didn’t do it because we were both at Big Belly Burger until 3 AM. I drove home and she fell asleep on the way, so I carried her to her room and went straight to bed.”

“What about you, then?”

“Tt. If you must know, Drake, I was training. I could care less about your stash of junk,” Damian sniffed, arms crossed and nose pointed in the air.

The Wayne siblings looked around in confusion. If they were all telling the truth, who could it be?

“Jay?” Cass interjected.

The antihero straightened up at the sound of his name, an expression akin to betrayal on his face.

“What? I already said it wasn’t me! Besides, I could care less if the Replacement decides to destroy his health.”

This statement was debatable, but they let it slide.

“Not to mention there are better ways to mess with him.”

Jason winked at Marinette, an obvious provocation, but to Tim’s credit he didn’t take the bait.

“It wasn’t Jason.”

Her words were soft, a contrast with the rambunctious family, and they showed just how fatigued the designer was.

Amidst his concern, Jason couldn’t help but smirk in victory.

“Well, it couldn’t have been anyone else, so one of you is lying.”

“Not necessarily,” Damian interrupted.

His piercing gaze shifted, and the rest of the family found themselves following it.

“What about Marinette?”

“What?!”

Twin exclamations came from the couple, and Tim pulled her closer against him.

“I didn’t take it! I was designing all night.”

“All the more reason we should suspect you.”

The rest of the siblings exchanged glances, as if trying to communicate with their eyes.

“It wasn’t Marinette. I trust her.”

“Then let us fucking leave already!”

“No! No one is leaving until I find out who took my freaking coffee.”

And with that started an all-out war.

The squabbles grew in volume, insults thrown back and forth, until they were practically yelling over one another.

Marinette groaned at the volume and pressed her head against Tim’s shoulder, trying to block out the arguments.

“If I may, Master Tim.”

A hush fell upon the group at the voice of none other than Alfred Pennyworth.

No one had noticed him among the uproar, but his unimpressed expression currently had everyone’s attention.

“I believe the perpetrator—or as you insist on calling it, the imposter—was Mistress Marinette.”

A beat of silence passed before Jason’s cackles filled the room.

“Betrayed by your own girlfriend!” he whooped.

Said girlfriend was standing with a look of utter confusion on her face.

“What? It wasn’t me, I swear!”

The strange thing was that she didn’t appear to be lying at all.

Marinette wore her heart on her sleeve; it was easy for anyone, especially a group of trained detectives, to decipher her emotions. So why did she seem to be telling the truth?

There was no way Alfred would intervene without being sure, either.

Tim turned to the butler questioningly, the conflict clear on his face.

“Fear not—Mistress Marinette is still a less-than-stellar liar. I believe she was simply unaware of her actions until now.”

Everyone leaned forward in anticipation of his next words, enraptured.

“Over the last few days, Mistress Marinette has been foregoing sleep in order to work on her designs—or as you kids say, ‘pulling all-nighters.’ Shortly after Master Duke and Miss Stephanie returned to the Manor, I witnessed her stumble into the kitchen and make a brew from the last of Master Tim’s stash.

“She spotted me and assured me that she would recompense Master Tim with ‘kisses and cuddles.’ I presume she has no memory of this event because it occurred while she was not fully cognizant.”

By the end of Alfred’s story, the rest of the family found themselves nodding alongside him.

It wasn’t that hard to imagine Marinette unknowingly stealing Tim’s coffee in one of her sleep-induced hazes.

Speaking of Marinette…

“I’m so sorry, Tim,” she said.

There was an expression of genuine regret on her face, one that would be much more fitting for telling someone she had just run over their dog rather than a minuscule accident like this.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Tim replied.

He grabbed her fidgeting hands and pulled her close, voice soft.

“I know it was an accident. I’m sorry I didn’t notice how tired you were—I should have been paying more attention. It’s not your fault, okay?”

The devastation in her eyes left at his reassuring words, and Marinette’s head bobbed up and down in a small nod.

Tim smiled and pressed a kiss onto the tip of her nose.

“Let’s go get some rest together. I believe I have some cuddles to cash in on.”

Marinette shrieked quietly as he picked her up bridal style; after a few seconds, she adjusted to the position and snuggled into his chest, eyes closed.

The rest of the family, who were long forgotten, watched as he carried her off to his room.

“Gross.”

Jason made an exaggerated gagging gesture with the sound to accompany it.

“You know they’re cute,” Dick elbowed. “Just admit it.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

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unmaskedagain · 5 years

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Marinette Vs Santa

A quick Christmas drabble.

How did Marinette find out she was adopted? Well… her little half-brother tried to kill her.

Also, that’s how she found out her biological dad was Batman. Because… why not. As if her life wasn’t weird enough already.

And to think Marinette had been secretly writing Santa every year since she was three to like nine asking for a sibling of her own. She didn’t think it would ever happen

Then one day, on a cold December night, as Ladybug ran across rooftops to see as many of the Christmas decorations as possible. Suddenly every instinct she had told her to duck. And she did just narrowly avoided a sword to the throat.

Marinette readied herself to fight an Akuma, only to see an angry ten-year-old with a sword and a mask. He was dressed in green, red, and gold.

“Die, usurper!” He roared and attacked her again.

Ladybug dodged and jumped every attempt to kill her and tried to resist the urge to punch a child.

Eventually she got the better of the kid, and ended up hog tying him.

Marinette put her hands on her knees as she struggled to catch her breath, “Who. Are. You. Nightmare. Child?” She asked in between breaths. Ladybug picked up the fallen sword and pointed at him. “And what is your problem? What did I even do to you?”

“You are Marinette Dupain-Cheng, first born blood child of our father.” He hissed at her, “I am our father’s rightful heir; not you.”

Our father? Did her dad have a lovechild? Did he cheat on her mom? No, Tom Dupain would never.

“What?” Marinette pinched her nose. “You want to be head baker?”

“Fool!” He tsk’d at her. “I’ve no interest in your adoptive parents’ holdings. I will follow Father’s footsteps and rule the night. I will be Batman. Not you, sister. Kneel before me and renounce your heirship, and I will spare your life.”

…Wait Adoptive? Batman? Sister?

Marinette just stared at him. Not saying a word. For a while. Awhile he insulted her.

She looked out at the colorful lights that glowed against the freshly fallen snow and sense of peace that filled the air, and Marinette whispered the only thing on her mind…

“Fuck Santa.”

The boy stopped struggled and gave her a perplexed look, “What? What does the jolly fat man have to do with anything? Why has he made you angry, sister? I will avenge you.”

You just tried to kill me, she wanted to say.

Marinette just rolled her eyes, “Never mind. We need to talk.” She picked him and tossed him over her shoulder. “In my room.”

Running across Paris with a struggling kid on your shoulder and a sword in your hand wasn’t easy.

When she got to her room, she dropped the kid on her bed as gently as possible. “Do not escape,” She ordered. “If you do, do not destroy my room. I’m going to ask my parents if…” If they’re really her parents. Why didn’t they tell her? Why? Just Why? “What you say is true. I won’t mention Batman.”

Or the psychotic ten-year-old she had tied up in her room. Who may or may not be her brother.

Marinette de-transformed. Tikki hid in her hair before anyone could see her.

She came back to her room half an hour later with a cheese plate, full of veggies, fruits and crackers. And a tray full of chocolate chip Christmas cookies and two glasses of milk. She sat them down at the desk.

The boy glared at her.

“You were right,” Marinette sighed. “I was adopted. My birth mom was just nineteen when she had me. The sister of one of my mom’s friends.”

The news had been a blow. Her parents had kept repeating how much they loved her and how they had been planning on telling her when she was older. Older than fourteen. They wanted to know how she found out. She said her little brother had gotten in contact with her.

Marinette eyed the still tied up boy… her brother. He no longer struggled against his bonds, just stared with an angry expression on his face. “I don’t want to be Batman,” She told him. “The title is all yours. I like being Ladybug. It’s a name I earned, worked hard for. A name I’m proud of and will not part with easily. Is that something you can understand?”

He stared at her for a moment before nodding slowly, “You created your own hero persona to find the terror entrapping your city; all by yourself. …Father did the same.”

He said the last part with a sad tone that Marinette’s new found big sisterly instincts go haywire. “And you think just because you’re his… partner,” She said, instead of sidekick because she was sure that word would get her killed. “And not a solo hero, that he will find you unworthy of being his heir.” Marinette sat down next to him, and patted his hair softly. “Did you ever think that because he is the one who’s training you, that because you fight by his side, that he’d trust you more? Trust you to take up his mantle in the way he can’t trust me. He doesn’t know what I’m capable of entirely. But he knows exactly what you can do because he taught you.”

Her brother scoffed but his face lost some of its anger and he seemed to relax.

“I’m going to untie you now,” She told him. “Do not attack me.”

When he was untied and given back his sword, which he sheathed, Marinette brought over the food. “You know my name,” She said after he took a bite a cookie and seemed pleased with it. “What’s yours?”

“Damian,” He answered. “Damian Al-Ghul Wayne. How did you obtained magical powers? And what is the creature that thought it could hide from me?”

Marinette just blink. Because Dammit Tikki. The pink ball of fluff out with a chastised look on her face. Unfortunately that look meant nothing as all the other Kwami Marinette now protected as Guardian thought that meant they could come out to.

Plagg straight to Damian and sat on his lap, “Cheese. Now.”

Marinette face-palmed. The Kwami had taken trying to declare dominance ever since Ladybug took the ring back from Chat Noir.

Damian could only stare at the being, animal, and sprite as he reached slowly for a piece of cheese from the selection of food and handed it the small creature. That was all the other Kwami needed to rush to him for attention. Damian was easily mesmerized by the little creatures and saw no issue in showing them affection. Apart from the fact that Oracle, and Father, and thus the rest of the family were watching the feed, through the mask, while they attempt to locate him. Damian could only disable their trackers for so long. Annoying as she was, Oracle was a genius.

“Okay, little brother,” Marinette shrugged. “You tell me your story. I’ll tell you mine.”

And so they did. The two siblings spent the next few hours telling the other all about their history. Neither were happy.

Marinette was beyond furious that her little brother was raised by ruthless assassins, cast into the role of Robin (though mostly by his own doing), constantly risked his life, and had little no childhood.

Damian was pissed, which was putting it nicely. His beloved sister had no training when she was charged with the task of defending the city as the hero Ladybug and fight a supernatural terrorist, dealt with sexual harassment from her once trusted partner, then her master died in battle but not before he bestowed one of the most powerful magical artifacts of all time to a teenager. To top it all off, his sweet sister was being bullied by a pathological liar who turned all her friends against her, nearly got her expelled, leaving her with little to no Allies to aid her in her fight against evil. Marinette had cried at the end of her tale.

…He was going burn Paris to the ground.

Little did he know, the Batfamily found it hard not to agree as they watched the livestream from the Batplane?

Dick had gone from jumping up and down at the sight of his adorable new sister, Marinette. She was a hero called Ladybug, how cute was that? To being rather angry at what she had to put up with. It was too much pressure for a kid, superhero, superpowers, or not.

“What do we do?” Tim asked.

Batman was still having trouble processing. He had another daughter; a beautiful little girl who seemed to have taken after him without ever having known the man. Nature versus Nurture, he supposed; nature won. Marinette who had been fighting to save her city like he fought to save his. Who was her mother? Why didn’t she tell Bruce he had another child? Granted Brucie wasn’t who most people thought would be an ideal father but still… Hadn’t he proved himself?

“Find Hawkmoth,” Jason growled. “Punch a hole through his face. And Send Steph and Cass to have a “Talk”, he air quoted. “With that Lila chick. While we have a little talk of our own with Chat Noir. End of story.”

Cass nodded, gleefully, that little girl would pay for what she did to Cassandra’s sister. And if she was lucky, Lila would even live to tell the tale.

Stephanie was wondering if the Batfamily, her sort of-adopted family, could really get away with murder.

…Who was she kidding? They totally could.

“We don’t… kill?” Batman said as he turned around and stalked away. “I’ll inform Alfred of the development.” Maybe have him prepare a room, he thought with hope. He’d like his daughter to visit and feel at home whenever she could.

When Batman left the area, Tim looked around at his siblings, “Did that sound like a question to anyone else?”

Marinette and Damian fell asleep next to each other, with the Kwami cuddled close. The next morning she woke not only to sound to the sound of the Kwami but to the sight of five additional vigilantes heroes, in addition to the one from the night before, hovering around her room.

Two girls who were discussing with Trixx and long about their abilities. A hero in mostly black and red, who sat on Marinette’s top bunk with Marinette’s laptop on his lap, and Pollen on his shoulder. Damian still had Plagg with him, which Marinette wanted to tsk at because she told him not to play favorites. A blue, clearly the oldest, was laying on the floor playing with the remaining Kwami like they were puppies.

She sat up in her bed and tried to wipe the sleep from her eyes. She glared at Damian, “Want to explain?”

“Mornin, sunshine,” A guy in a redmask said, with Barkk on his shoulder, as he chopped on a leftover cookie, not noticing the way Tikki glared at him. “Name’s Red Hood. Real name Jason. Dad’s downstairs talking to your parents.”

Dad?

She glared even harder at Damian. He shrugged, “Marinette, these are our… brothers and sisters.” He said. “They were adopted.”

“You should get better security on your computer,” The hero on her bed said. “Name’s Tim. I go by Red Robin.”

“Cassandra,” One the girl introduced. “Blackbat.”

“Stephanie. Batgirl,” The other said.

“I’m Dick!” The one on the floor laughed. “Nightwing. Welcome to the family.”

Tim continued, “I’ve located all personal information on Lila Rossi. I believe we can now move forward with the plan.”

Jason clapped his hands together, “Awesome. Operation: Get That Bitch is a go.”

Marinette just started at them. Six. She had six siblings. One for every year ever asked for a sibling for Christmas. She just had one thing to say as she tossed the covers back over her head to hide from the world…

“Fuck. Santa.”

Finding out Bruce Wayne, cough Batman cough, was her father was one thing. Meeting him in person was another. He stared at her with cool blue eyes that made Marinette realize she probably should’ve questioned where she got her own long before.

Her parents had been surprised when Bruce Wayne walked into their bakery and asked to speak with them alone. Even more so, when he claimed to be the biological father of their daughter. It had been long conversation between the three. But Bruce made it clear that he had interest of just taking Marinette from them. However, he would like visitations and for her to spend time with him over the summers. And to take her out for the day so she could meet her siblings. Also, about adding Wayne to her last name.

So that was how Marinette found herself sitting in one of the most expensive restaurants in all of Paris, in the best dress she ever designed herself, with her… family.

The initial awkwardness was broken up by all her siblings. Though they seemed to know to how to behave in public, they had no problems messing with each other and teasing.

“How long have you been into fashion, Marinette?” Bruce, her Papa, (As her dad would always be her dad).

She smiled, “Since I was really little. It’s my dream to have my own line.”

Bruce’s eyes got bright at the chance to help his daughter, “I can help you with that. I can drum up a connect or two, to get you started.”

“He’ll throw money at it until someone cracks,” Jason translated which cause Marinette to laugh and Bruce to glare.

Marinette discovered Damian had snuck Plagg with him to the restaurant.

Marinette just groaned.

“You brought Tikki!” Damian defended.

“I’m the holder of her Miraculous,” She hissed back as low as she could. “Paris’s main and sometimes only hero. I need her.”

Damian huffed, “That’s no reason he shouldn’t be allowed to attend as well. He’s with me.”

Before Marinette could continue the arugment…

“Wayne?” Gabriel Agreste asked, tailed by Natalie, Adrien, Chloe, and Chloe’s parents: Audrey Bourgeois and André Bourgeois. “Bruce Wayne?”

Bruce put on his most charming smile as he stood up, “Yes and you are?” He put out his hand.

Gabriel shook it, clearly wondering why the billionaire was there. “Gabriel Agreste.”

Bruce nodded, “The fashion designer.”

“This is my son Adrien,” Gabriel introduced. “My assistant Nathalie. My longtime friend Audrey Bourgeois, of the Style Queen, and André Bourgeois, mayor of Paris, and their lovely daughter. We’re here for a quick lunch.”

“Same,,” Bruce nodded. “I’m here with my children. My eldest Dick, followed by Jason, Cassandra, Stephanie, Tim, Marinette and my youngest Damian.” He introduced them.

At the sound her name, all the newcomers eyes went to Marinette. She gave them a small wave, “Good to see you again.”

“Dupain-Cheng!” Chloe gasped.

Damian growled, “Dupain-Cheng-Wayne.” As he glared passed her at the blond boy, the former Chat Noir.

The blond girl was stunned, “How could you not tell me?”

Hadn’t the two moved passed their difference and become friends? The two girls, and Kagami and united together when the liar seemed to take hold of the rest of the class.

“No one knew,” Marinette defended. I didn’t even know, she wanted to add. But they had discussed and agreed on the story that Bruce and an unknown woman gave up Marinette to the Dupain-Chengs when she was born. Nothing scandalous about it.

Gabriel paused as he tried to think of what to say. How did he not know there was Wayne living in Paris, that his son was classmates with a Wayne. The girl had power in her pinky when she was still in Nappies, then either of the older Bourgeois had currently in their entire bodies. She would’ve been a much better playmate for his son than Chloe; the vapid, girl that she was.

Audrey was thinking nearly the same thing. “Such a brilliant daughter you have, Brucie,” She smoozed. “I still can’t believe she turned down the internship I offered her. I want her to come to New York with me, you know?”

Bruce beamed, “I’m glad someone sees her brilliance.”

This went on for a while as each of the parents tried their hands at flattering the billionaire. Bruce finally had enough and all but dismissed them

“I’m glad our children our such good friends,” Gabriel said finally as he turned to leave.

Marinette fought he urge to scoff. Adrien was not her friend.

The boy in question looked anywhere but at Marinette as he left. He had chosen to side with the other students when the Ice’d out Marinette until the girl stopped being a bully and being mean to Lila. Even if he knew it wasn’t true. Most declared they weren’t her friends anymore. Alya said she’d never be friends with Marinette again.

Coward, Damian nearly hissed. When they were gone, he turned to Marinette, “The blond girl is your alley, correct?” He asked. “Your Queen?”

Marinette nodded, “There’s Luka and Kagami as well.”

“I will test to ensure they are worthy to fight at her side,” He declared.

The others nodded. Bruce got a dark look on his face, “We all will.” He would not allow his daughter to suffer another Chat Noir.

That was it, Marinette thought as she threw down the sliver napkin, she was starting to hate Christmas.

The end of the weekend the entire world knew that Marinette was Bruce Wayne’s daughter. This made going to school Monday morning a huge spectacle as paparazzi crowded the outside the bakery and outside the school. Each one trying to get the attention of Wayne’s crown jewel, new Princess of Gotham, as the media dubbed her.

Suffice to say, Bruce had taken her to school that day flagged by Dick and Tim as her other siblings combed the city for traces of Hawkmoth.

The principle had practically fallen over himself to speak with the Bruce Wayne. But quickly hid in the shadows, when the first thing Bruce said to him was, “Ah, yes, you’re the man who expelled my daughter without a proper investigation. I’ll be talking to you later. So will my lawyers.”

Marinette tried to hide her blushing face her father walked her to class. Students did everything they could to get a look at her. Chloe and Kagami waited outside her classroom, that was practically bursting with noise.

However She practically drop dead when Tim complimented Kagami’s sword fighting skill and offered to duel her, and Kagami blushed. Blushed. Kagami?

Marinette shook her head as she kissed her father and brothers goodbye. This world just didn’t make sense anymore.

The two other girls flanked Marinette’s side as they walked into class. All noise stopped instantly. Marinette didn’t even bother spare the other kids a glance as the three took a seat in back of the class.

Chloe quickly pulled her into a conversation of the places she’d see that summer in New York.

“I’ll be spending the end of Christmas break in Gotham too,” Marinette said shyly. “I’ll open my presents there. Papa wants me there for the Wayne Ball was I can be properly introduced to society.”

And not because Bruce Wayne was scared of what Alfred would do if he didn’t get to mean his new granddaughter before the new year. That and Martha Kent were the ultimate overprotective grandparents.

“A Ball?” Lila squeaked, poorly concealed jealously on her face. She still couldn’t believe the little twit was Wayne. IF she had, Lila would’ve been a hell of a lot nicer. No wonder Marientte always knew when Lila was lying. She probably knew the celebrities through her father. “You’re going to the Waynes’ Annual New Year’s Ball.”

“Everyone goes,” Rose awe’d. “It’s basically a red carpet event. I watch every year. And Selena Gomez had the most beautiful dress on last time.”

Juleka hummed in agreement, “Clara Nightingale looked like a princess.”

Marinette just shrugged as each of her classmates offered their input on what the Ball would be like. She wasn’t about to make nice with them. They had turned their backs on her, betrayed her trust. Her brothers and sisters had warned her to be watchful for phony friends.

Alya, who’s face had been turning steadily more red, as the classmates speculated who Marinette would meet. “Girl!” She burst. “How could not tell me?”

Marinette raised a thin eyebrow, “We’re not friends, Alya, by your own declaration. I don’t believe I have to tell you anything. And even when we were friends, I only knew you for two years. Why would I tell a journalist anything important about me?”

“She was right not to,” Kagami stated, “With how quickly you all turned on her, I’m surprised she ever told you anything at all.”

Alya flinched back as if slapped. So did a few other students.

“It’s not fair,” Alya continued as if nothing happened. “I could’ve gotten so many interviews. OH! I could with you to the Ball. It’ll be bomb.”

The three girls in the backrow just stared at her.

“We. Are. Not. Friends,” Marinette repeated slowly. “Kagami and Chloe, and their families are invited because Kagami. And. Chloe. Are. My. Friends. In fact, my only friends in class. Luka is invited as well as well as his family,” She turned to Juleka who turned bright red. “Luka will receive invite tonight. If you attend with him, I will do my best to be polite. My father allowed me to invite them so I would have additional company if it gets too busy. The Ball is invitation only.”

Allowed? He insisted. Marinette doesn’t even know how he found out all their names and who their families were. For reason, Marinette had the gut instinct to blame a redhead and Tim. Batman wanted to test his daughter’s team. And if they were lacking… Well, he’d promised to shape them up. Or else.

“I’m going to the Wayne Ball!” Chloe shouted. “And you didn’t tell me. It’s mere weeks away. I need a dress. I need to tell Mother.”

Kagami had frozen. She knew well that the Wayne Ball wasn’t just any high society event. It was the High society event. Her family had never been elite and rich enough to receive an invitation. “I thank you for the invitation,” She bowed her head. “It will be a pleasure to attend.” She paused as she pulled out her phone and stood up. “I must also tell Mother.” And with, she quickly left the room.

Which was much more polite than Chloe who called her mom then and there.

“Mama!” Chloe sang, “Marinette invited us to the Wayne Ball this year!”

“WHAT!” Was heard from the receiver.

Marinette giggled. She ignored the glare Alya sent her.

Rose grasped Juleka’s arm and jumped up and down. “You’re going to the ball. Ahhhh!” She screamed. “What will you wear? Your hair? You have to take pictures.” Rose suddenly reared back and took a deep breath. “You’re going to walk the red carpet.”

“You know, Marinette,” Lila smiled sweetly. “I would be honored to help you navigate the world of a celebrity. The ball will be so stressful. If you needed me there, I’d be happy to attend.”

“No, thank you,” Marinette said. “My siblings have promised to guide me through. It will be a bonding experience.”

Lila forced a smile on her face, “Of course.” She fought the desire to scream and throw a tantrum. How could this happen?

Adrien on the other hand fought to keep the smile on his face. His father would not be pleased. He had instructed Adrien to get close to Marinette, and thus the Wayne family. Adrien hadn’t had the courage to tell his father that they weren’t friends anymore. And that because of the lack of friendship, the Agreste were not invited to the party of the year.

Marinette went to bed that day with a smile on her face. The Christmas season may have started off rocky but it would get better.

Suddenly her phone started buzzing like it was on fire.

The first text she read was from Chloe: You’re dating Roy Queen?!!!!

Marinette’s entirely body froze. Who?

Suddenly, she got another text… From Jason: Hey Baby Bats, I need a favor! Can you fake date my friend Roy. I already told everyone you guys were a thing. Bruce is freaking out! Thanks! Love you.

Her mouth dropped, raged filled her entire body. And then she remembered how she joked with Alya that she wanted a boyfriend last year for Christmas last year.

“FUCK SANTA!”

#ml salt #batfamily #Marinette deserves better #Marienette Dupain Cheng #bruce #bruce wayne #damian wayne #alya salt

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Cutie - Jason Todd imagine

(not my gif) (edited)

Request: Hi can I request a Jason todd imagine or something like that where she is like really shy when she isn't fighting crime and in public she hides behind Jason and he likes it because he likes protecting her and she is 5,3 so she can't be seen behind him and she just holds his arm because Jason is the only person she truly trusts? Idk thank you.

A/N: I laugh when I read 5’3 and I’m 5’1 bye

Masterlist

Warning: none

“That was awesome! Those villains sometimes I think they don’t use their brain.”

Jason says walking into de bat cave with Y/N by his side.

“I have to agree with you in that one, I think they’re getting slower.”

“Or maybe you are getting to fast for them.”

“I don’t know what are you saying, I’m not The Flash.”

“No you’re not but you do look very cute in this uniform.”

Then he pulls her to him so he can hug her waist while Y/n puts her hands on his neck.

“Well thank you, you don’t look bad yourself.”

When Jason was going for a kiss, Y/n head someone entering on the room, she quickly let go off Jason and look at who was coming.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb.” Bruce appeared looking at the couple.

Y/n grabs Jason’s hand and stood by his side.

“No Mr. Wayne I’m very sorry, this is your house.”

Jason looked at her and frowned.

“I’m not sorry, I live here!”

“Jason!” Y/n pulled Janson’s arm looking angry at him.

“What?”

“Have some respect.” She whispered to him.

Bruce smiles at them and saw Dick entering in the room.

“Oh look who’s here, the beloved princess and her frog.”

Jason was about to start a discussion when he notice Y/n behind him still grabbing his arms looking at him with her puppy eyes, he just couldn’t.

Dick laughs at him and says “Calm down Jason, it was a joke.”

“Shut up Dick.”

Bruce put a hand on Dick’s shoulder leading him out of the of the batcave.

“I’m sorry for them.”

“Its okay, is their house.”

“Is my house too and I don’t allow you to feel uncomfortable.”

“Thank you my love.”

“I just keep asking myself how the fuck you go out there, beats every asshole that you can but when you’re done you just look like the most cute person in the world.”

“I don’t know maybe is the powerful outfit that I wear.” Y/n laughs.

“Hum whatever it is, I like it a lot.”

Jason finally pushes her again giving her a kiss the he was so eager for.

#Jason Todd #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd x oc #titans imagines

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So I saw today few of your HC/AU ideas and they made my day, thank you! Hello, single dads my beloved? Biker!Clark and teacher!Bruce are cute ❤️ did you consider reverse of this - Bruce as bike gang leader, dad of all the little Bats, with his bad boy charisma and leather jacket picking Dami from preschool and having this arguments full of flirting with a teacher Mr. Kent? What is your favourite AU?

AAAAAAAAA HELLO AND THANK YOU SO MUCH we are holding hands and skipping in a marigolds field rn djdjdj

bestie I want to love that reverse idea so much but I just see bruce as a wet cat 😭 occasionally a protective papa bear, but I don't really see the bad boy shtick for him. He probably got bullied a ton in boarding school and it stuck with him sjsj

BUT IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THE BIKER AU!!! it's my favourite atm, simply bc the kiddos are absolutely adorable and Bruce is just such a cutie 😭😭😭

Currently in love with the image of Bruce noticing bruises on Clark's knuckles, (and wow, the size difference) whispering " come here" and patching Clark up while our super puppy stares in silent adoration and awe 😭

Also Dami wears an animal onesie every other day and makes his big brothers + sisters wear watching ones; You can't convince me Jason Todd doesn't absolutely MELT for kids. Okay fine, he'll show up in a puppy onesie, but ONLY for Damian

#bruce wayne #batman #clark kent #superbat #aaaa ty so much for the ask #dc #dc imagines #blueberry muffins & leather jackets au #dc comics #also i love Jason's and Dick's beef here so much

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kneesheee · 4 years

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[J]___ Junior

Day Seven: Damian | Free Space

[chapter one]

Talia was partly horrified and curious as she looked over the boy standing before her.

He looked like her son.

He looked like that clown.

Joker Junior.

They called him.

Despicable.

She looked at her eldest son as he presented this child to her. Her apparent grandson. Jason was barely twenty. Raising a perfectly arched brow, Jason handed her the files that he had stolen from the facility he was trapped in.

She skimmed over them quickly picking out the most important facts. Apparently not everyone on Joker’s “payroll” were idiots. They attempted to forcibly change her son into some kind of replica of that madman.

Jason had been living with a third entity in his head for months now, and she hadn’t even noticed. She felt horrible. Her son had needed her, and she hadn’t been there.

This Joker Junior had been a way for Jason to compartmentalize everything they were doing to him. They trying to make him become the next joker. It was just as bad as that whole three jokers’ incident two years ago.

Something happened though according to the files. It was like being punched in the face and suddenly, the JKR experiment had its own body.

By the demons, Talia was just happy that Lazarus hadn’t managed to gain himself one. She wasn’t cleaning up that mess. Either way, the kid because that’s what he was freed Jason around the same time, her men swarmed the place.

“I’m keeping him, T,” her son stated firmly. “He needs support. He- he needs me.”

Talia drops the paper and cups her son’s face in her hands. She wipes away his tears. “I’m not taking him from you, my love. As I have grown, I’ve come to realize that nothing can heal the hurt in one’s soul than parenthood. You and Damian have healed me in ways that I didn’t even know I was hurting. If parenting this boy is what will help you and help him, I shall support you in every way.”

Jason keeps his head bent to the ground as he tries to rein in his emotions. “I only implore that you speak about this with your partner. I know my beloved, Hal, has been teasing him about when the two of you shall give us a grandchild. But do not make any rash decisions without him.”

Jason nodded his head before he looked back at her. At his son. “Yeah, I will. No matter what though, I’m not abandoning this kid. He has a legacy to live up to that is so harmful. I won’t let him become the Joker. I can see it in his eyes, T. He’s meant to be something much more.”

Talia smiled softly. “I thought the same when I first laid eyes on you, habibi. Now, introduce me to my grandchild.”

The child’s hair was forest green in color, but he had bright blue eyes. Her heart ached for him. There was so much pain within them. A darkness that didn’t belong on his face. He was dressed in rags, but it was painfully obvious that the child was underfed.

He was born from Jason’s mind. Was this the child locked away inside himself? If so, it was heartbreaking to think about. The child barely came up to her waist.

[He reminded her of the images of Jason when he was first adopted by Bruce.]

“JJ meet my mother, Talia Head-Jordan,” Jason stated crouching down beside the boy. Something inside of her softened the way the boy leaned closer to her son. He obviously knew that Jason would protect him and latched onto the young man. “If Kyle, my boyfriend, agrees, then she’ll be your grandmother.”

Talia’s lips curled into a small smile, “Whether he agrees or not, you are a part of this family now. So, child, how about we give you a name that doesn’t derive from pain? Joker Junior is a quite unsuitable, right?”

The child slowly nodded his head. Talia smiled a little bit more before sliding down the floor. What would you like your name to be? Or if that’s too big to think about… what would like your name to start with?”

He tilted his head to the side like a puppy before turning to look at Jason and pointing. “Jason? Well it would be a little weird to have two Jasons running around. Would you like something similar?”

The child started to shake his head before stopping, “J-Jay.”

Talia’s brow rose just a little, “Something that starts with J and is similar to Jason? Hm, how about Jayr? It means the healer like Jason name means healing.”

“Jay-err.”

Wide smiles graced Talia’s and Jason’s features. “Yes, Jayr.” The two stiffened when Jayr froze looking at something behind them before relaxing as arms wrapped around their waists.

“And who might this be,” Hal questioned after he pressed a kiss into her hair. Kyle was content with curling himself around Jason like an octopus. “Because its looks like Jason somehow got deaged and cloned.”

Kyle furrowed his brows as he looked over the child, “Jason, did you kidnap another version of you from the multiverse?”

Talia laughed at the disgruntled look on Jason’s face. “No, I did not. Its kind of a long story, but I was wondering if you wanted to adopt him with me.”

“Do it,” Hal teased. “You’re practically married already. And its about time you made an honest grandpa out of me.”

Both men blushed deeply before Kyle pressed a kiss to the side of Jason’s head. “Hal has point. I’d like to talk over it some more, but I do want to start a family with you.”

Talia felt something loosen in her as she looked at the love shared so freely between her son and his lover. He looked content and at peace. He looked happy and that’s all she had ever wanted.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” he replied softly before turning to look back at the child. “Jayr Al Ghul-Todd, welcome to the family.”

#Jason Todd #joker junior #Talia al Ghul #talia al ghul is jason's mother figure #hal jordan #Kyle Rayner #jaykyle #talia x hal #taliaalghulweek2020

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People, November 23

Cover: President Joe Biden and Vice President Kamala Harris -- it’s time for America to unite hallelujah!

Page 3: Chatter -- Katie Holmes on what she’s valued during the pandemic, Jenny McCarthy on Wendy Williams accusing her of using lip fillers, Sam Smith on dreaming of living in Scotland, Nicki Minaj on her newborn son, Dave Chapelle on the country coming together, Emma Stone hinting at expanding her family on Entertainment Tonight

Page 4: 5 Things We’re Talking About This Week -- Bruce Springsteen sets a record for the ages, Friends makeup is there for you, Wedding Crashers may get a sequel, Victoria Beckham disses David Beckham’s style, Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello adopt a dog

Page 7: Contents

Page 8: Star Tracks -- Jason Momoa who is in Toronto filming the second season of his series See bundled up for a ride on his Harley Davidson bike before grabbing lunch with friends

Page 9: Royals Mark Remembrance Day -- Prince William and Prince Charles wore their military uniforms to lay wreaths of poppies during the annual Remembrance Day service, Princess Kate stood on a balcony overlooking the Cenotaph in London for the ceremony, across the pond Prince Harry and Meghan Markle visited the Los Angeles National Cemetery in honor of Remembrance Day laying flowers that Meghan picked from their garden at the gravesites of two Commonwealth soldiers

Page 10: Chris Hemsworth showed off his chiseled physique after hitting the beach in Byron Bay in Australia, Ariel Winter who was reportedly house-hunting this fall lugged around a humongous roll of bubble wrap

Page 11: Orlando Bloom stepped out in Montecito with a new puppy, Mario Lopez and kids Dominic and Gia got their fight on at a jujitsu class, Rita Ora on the red carpet at MTV’s European Music Awards in London

Page 12: Cute Couples -- Chrissy Teigen and John Legend celebrated President-elect Joe Biden’s victory in a drive-by caravan in Los Angeles, Machine Gun Kelly and Megan Fox held hands during a stroll in L.A., Wells Adams and fiancee Sarah Hyland

Page 13: Hugh Jackman and wife Deborra-Lee Furness masked up for a walk with their dogs in NYC, Saweetie and Quavo stepped out for a date night in L.A., also at the Biden victory parade Gwyneth Paltrow and Brad Falchuk in a classic Mercedes-Benz convertible

Page 15: Scoop -- Clare Crawley and Dale Moss blow up The Bachelorette

Page 16: Tayshia Adams takes over The Bachelorette

Page 19: Priyanka Chopra Jonas -- my happy life at home with Nick Jonas, Dancing with the Stars pro Gleb Savchenko’s divorce from Elena Samodanova is getting acrimonious over rumors he had an affair with his DWTS partner Chrishell Stause

Page 20: Heart Monitor -- Kate Moss and Nikolai von Bismarck getting serious, Erika Girardi and Tom Girardi divorcing, Susan Kelechi Watson and Jaime Lincoln Smith engagement off, Julia Michaels and JP Saxe going strong

Page 21: Vanessa Lachey on motherhood and movies and staying sane, Al Roker reveals aggressive prostate cancer diagnosis

Page 23: Passages, Why I Care -- inspired by her grandfather former President George H.W. Bush activist Barbara Pierce Bush is encouraging others to volunteer

Page 25: Stories to make you smile! This lovable pup Hina brings her own special charm to the family photos

Page 27: People Picks -- The Crown

Page 28: The Life Ahead, Big Sky, Chris Stapleton -- Starting Over, Q&A Lily Rabe

Page 29: Jingle Jangle: A Christmas Journey, Ammonite, I Am Greta, One to Watch -- Dash & Lily’s Austin Abrams

Page 31: Books, Star Picks: What We’re Reading -- Alex Winter, Jane Lynch, Tamron Hall

Page 32: Cover Story -- Decision 2020 -- it’s time to come together -- a divided nation in the grips of a pandemic turned out in historic numbers to elect Joe Biden and Kamala Harris

Page 40: Alex Trebek -- a life well-lived -- inside the extraordinary career and final days of the beloved Jeopardy! host -- a romantic and an optimist who believed kindness should always prevail

Page 46: Kylie Minogue -- a pop queen’s private world -- the Australian pop star talks about her three decades of fame and her new love and finding joy in a time of darkness

Page 51: COVID-19 survivor story -- I’m the luckiest person alive -- one of the first coronavirus cases in the U.S. Gregg Garfield spent 64 days fighting for his life

Page 54: Debbie Allen -- what I know now -- after 50 years in showbiz the award-winning actor and director is still dancing her way through life

Page 59: Author and former NFL player Emmanuel Acho -- I felt called to help people understand racism -- devastated by the death of George Floyd the sportscaster launched Uncomfortable Conversations with a Black Man to help heal America’s racial divide

Page 62: Murdered mom-to-be -- fatal affair? -- pregnant Kassanndra Cantrell was having a secret relationship with an ex and now police have charged him with killing her

Page 64: The Mandalorian’s Pedro Pascal -- the man behind the mask -- you can’t see his face in the hit Star Wars series but protecting Baby Yoda is a dream role for the actor who is the son of refugees from Chile

Page 66: Country star Carly Pearce -- surviving heartbreak and finding strength -- this summer she filed for divorce from fellow country singer Michael Ray after just 8 months of marriage and now the hitmaker is opening up about the decision she never wanted to make

Page 71: Laverne Cox -- right now the world needs empathy and love -- the actress and activist has spent years leading the fight for transgender rights and inspiring the next generation

Page 73: The 50 best beauty products of all time

Page 87: Second Look -- David Koechner and Jessica St. Clair on The Goldbergs

Page 88: One Last Thing -- Stevie Nicks

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HAD ONE ON AN EMPTY STOMACH AND NOW TIME FOR THE BIG SHOW

OH god it’s a CHRISTMAS EPISODE. our core four pairs have broken up, fp is about to die and it’s a CHRISTMAS EPISODE

mary booked a singles cruise so i guess they couldn’t get molly ringwald for more eps this season

yay my girl polly’s back for a presumably horrifying dream sequence

That Kubrick-esque centered shot of Hood!santa climbing over the couch back????? *kisses fingers like cartoon italian chef*

Cheryl still EXPECTS her mother to put out jason’s stocking and demands to know what such a tiny candycane is doing in their home because she is still GRIEVING but still SO MUCH . this is what the death of a twin looks like take fuckin note marvel

Also nana rose didn’t die in the fire? so that’s nice.

“86,000″ “what- dollars?” like the hospital in smalltown usa might charge people in pesos or forint- godbless you archie

“Kevin’s secret santa has a 20$ limit” “Kevin needs to chill” no, v, YOU need to chill. or rather don’t. because we love you so much.

“Havent you heard? we’re still friends!” “oh yeah. isnl’t everyone?” i love these girls almost as much as the lund and byerly’s checkout lady who never judges my wednesday night sale sushi runs

fp looks so thin without his jacket and warm vestiges i’m worried about him is he taking his vitamins eating his spinach if he has been surviving on hot pockets and beer since he got out i will be so cross with him

“BOY.” i’m DISTRAUGHT. fp and jughead are living together again and we’re finally getting to see what that looks like and it’s exactly as heartbreaking as we knew it would be

also fp wears his wallet with a stylish chain that goes from his pocket to his beltloop because it’s apparently 2008 in that trailer

“Couples massage.... thanks” “You can go with betty!” audience: YES PLEASE.

also who the fuck would do a couples massage with their highschool boyfriend- veronica lodge that’s who, but who ELSE.

archie didn’t spend any money on his gift and it is obviously the ebst one int he exchange and we love him

MOOSE AND MIDGE ARE HERE TO MAKE THINGS WEIRD FOR KEVIN (HOPEFULLY)

REGGIE *SPRINTS* TO HUG MOOSE AND THE SHIP I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED EMERGES

oh dear. mr. svenson. of course i love that betty and co. know the janitor at their school’s name. is that normal? i went to an enormous highschool- i barely knew my teacher’s names half the time. but i imagine it’s very sweet and very betty of her.

oh god jughead came to riverdale high for the gift exchange because he’s a good dude. a good dude.

his little SMILE when he feels how heavy it is is the most boyish he’s looked since the scene where we find out fp is his dad in the drive in episode and I’M NOT OKAY

veronica giving archie an expensive engraved watch is CLASS COMMENTARY and it is very good of archie to try to explain that to her calmly and without accusation or bitterness i don’t know if i would handle it that well cuz fun fact i once accused a guy of making me into Pygmalion because he tried to take me to a restaurant with multiple spoons

jughead wants to help but now sweetpea has replaced joaquin as the unreasonably beautiful surrogate son fp feels more comfortable putting in danger than his own kid help

what is the point of showing cheryl is interested in buying a tree? other than maybe she’s going to spend more than her mom can afford now??? or that she’s back at archie now that josie is weirded out by her possessive obsessive tendencies? not sure what the point of that was

nice reverse zoom/dolly into a dutch angle on this modest janitor house

the parole officer calls him “jughead” that is all

hermione and hiram being deliberately flirty in front of veronica after she and hermione had that talk about loving one’s partner

“Since when are you a communist *deliberate eyeroll at hiram*” i still can’t tell whether season 1!hermione or season 2!hermione is the act and i’m still RIVETED

okay it was to show she’s just spending a bunch of money to piss off penelope who coincidentally, is wearing a WINNER of an outfit rn damn son i have that but like- not as good cuz my black lace sheath is from target

not to take credit away from cheryl’s high quality cherry sweater

“you should have drowned them at birth like a basket of kittens” NANA ROSE. NANA FUCKIN ROSE. COMIN IN HOT FOR THE HOLIDAYS.

i honestly don’t know if it’s ever stated if nana rose is penelope’s mom or clifford’s but judging purely on penelope’s eyeroll and non-verbal expression of “UGG. MOTHERRRRR” i’mma say her’s.

betty pulls her sweater over her hands when approaching her mother because how often did alice tug roughly at young!betty’s clothes to make sure she was PICTURE PERFECT at all times

we all knew that it was going to be a finger right we all knew

and of course she only tells archie because this is betty cooper we’re talking about

“would the sisters talk to us?” “pft- they better” betty’s gunna beat up a nun

also my first assumption is that the janitor’s sin is pointing out the wrong guy to the lynch mob??? could be wrong but it seems kinda odd that archie isn’t bringing up that part of the story

the lodges have the same “christmas classics” cd as my mom because of course they do

the fact that veronica finds the deed to pop’s and doesn’t react in shock or anger but sits back in her dad’s leather office chair and crosses her legs to think things over is CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

jughead knows fp too well to apologize for thinking badly of him and the duffles and IT HURTS SO GOOD

“maybe this isn’t gunna work- us living together” FP ISN’T A DAD HE’S A BIG BROTHER AND I KEEP SAYING IT BUT IT KEEPS HURTING EVERY TIME IT’S PROVEN TRUE

oh god jughead is calling on the next gen serpents for help this isn’t going to end well, son

“take out penny” take out? TAKE OUT???? TAKE OUT?!?!?! JUGGIE. take a nap.

sweet pea and fangs are either the bestest of bros or engaged to be wedded i can’t decipher their eye communication exactly

the serpents are FACTIONING and this CANNOT end well

“it was a group of men... and one woman” FOUNDING FAMILIES FOUNDING FAMILIES FOUNDING FAMILIES

next gen serpents are going to fuck everything up and i can’t take jughead trying to do an intimidating under the brows stare seriously

we all think that nun is the drug dealer lady in the wheelchair right?

“white with a cherry red stripe” THAT’S MY GIRL. THAT’S MY NANA ROSE. BACK WITH PLOT AND BACKSTORY. BATTING FOR THE TEAM. NANA ROSE BLOSSOM.

“the truth” THE LODGE TRUTH. HOOO BOY. *pours another drink*

OH MY GOD IS HE CUTTING IT OFF JUGHEAD. JUGHEAD. BETTY HAS BEEN A BAD INFLUENCE ON YOU.

i just pictured fp’s face if he saw this and did the most ridiculous puppy whine

“oh noooo. no girls allowed” NANA ROSE BLOSSOM. MY MAIN GIRL.

founding families. what did i say.

hefty sigh at barchie kiss. like- i’d be more into this if they actually built it and didn’t keep breaking up and putting everyone back together back and forth

oh cheryl saw- THAT i’m interested in

they’re not going to tell us the lodge truth because they’re bastards

penny didn’t show up for your pickup, did she?” “no.... no she didn’t.” JUGHEAD IS THE PARENT AND FP IS THE KID AND IT IS HORRIBLE AND PERVERSE AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH

“this life you tried to protect me from? i’m proud of it!” *WHALE NOISES* FP’S FACE. FP’S *FACE*. THIS IS THE LOOSE HENRIAD CRIME FAMILY AU I’VE BEEN HURTING FOR.

oh god there’s one black guy in the picture please don’t tell me our sweet angel pop was involved in this how old is pop he’s not old enough right tell me he had no part in this

*DISTRESS SCREEEEE*

UNMASK HIM BETTY UNMASK HIM ARCHIE IS FINE HE’S A BIG STRONG BOY WHO CAN TAKE A LITTLE DIRT IN HIS FACE

oh god oh god oh god did sheriff keller shoot bh so he can’t talk oh god oh god oh god

this is too easy and we all know it i’m still pulling my multiple killers theory and i haven’t given up on shady!keller yet

weird sound editing trying to give studio quality to josie and kevin just jammin acapella outside a diner

WHO THE FUCK IS PENELOPE SNOGGIN ON XMAS MORN?!?!?!

YASSS JUGHEAD GETS HER A SIGNED FIRST EDITION OF BELOVED WHICH I HAVE BASICALLY BEEN WAITING FOR SINCE BETTY SAID SHE LOVES TONI MORRISON IN EPISODE ONE. well- not exactly this. but that IS one of my alltime favorite books and a huge influence on my own gothic writing so to see it referenced on this show is just GRAND

we all know it’s not over juggie, we all know.

Episode Scorecard:

Number of sick beat drop rhythmic editing moments: none

Episode hair MVP: Nana rose’s stripe was featured as a plot point and is always of the highest quality

Do I still miss Joaquin: yes

Episode outfit MVP: Penelope’s black lace sheath

Cast/Crew shoutout: There were some really solid cinematography moments, but I would have liked to see better editing? pacing was a bit rough.

#Riverdale spoilers #riverdale season 2 #nell liveblogs #nell drinks #unsubtle highschool suburban gothic of my dreams #i can't believe fp is still alive?#a whole episode after quoting the most famous eulogy poem in the english language???#i'm in shock honestly

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popcartoonkabala · 7 years

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Division Resolves, the center cannot hold: The Core of the Core/יסוד שביסוד

To wit: the pop cartoon medium begins with the inversion of the reigning narrative: whereas in traditional myth, the triumphant king was the hero and the inauthentic pretender the villain, much of the pop hope of populist Rome was the inauthentic pretender genuinely aspiring to fix a problem in the seat of royalty. The small loser who ascends to criticize the crown is the main hero, to the degree that mafia crime lords are the face of the crown acceptable to vilify. This is much of the contrast between He-man and She-ra, one from the perfect world ruled by the good royalty, threatened by the wicked warlord, the other in a universe ruled by Evil Horde, the rebels seated as heroic resistance for the human and virtuous. Tipheret(netzach) = Eternia and Yesod(hod) = Etheria

This is the difference between the Hero on the Level of Tipheret and the Hero on the level of Yesod: how much closer they are to the real. The Tzaddik is defined partially by his failures (hod) against which he does not stop strugging (netzach). Does not stop is the main virtue of the hero-tzaddik, what defines him/her as functionally divine.

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A thoroughly justified hero, whose struggle and the awesomeness in it aspires to a wholeness of sympathy unavailable in most of the purer heroes is exemplified in X-men’s Logan, the Wolverine. How great and terrible to be Wolverine! Unkillable and unconsoleable, beloved and beheaded, what a nice guy! What a respectable sense of values! Noble and oppressed, practical and invincible. Scrappy and civil beyond civil but totally uncivilized, he is the savage fantasy that really represents the finer aspirations of Tribalism. And this is reflected in Willingham’s Fables. Bigby Wolf is Wolverine, and that’s all the virtues that make wolverines so meaningful, including eternal puppy-hood, and defense of the clan.

Contrast this with the decadent Protestant grace of Batman, the commander of a different kind of clan, with utterly different relationship to responsibility. Who is Batman protecting? Strangers, “innocent” and guilty alike. Batman, touched by the tragedy that wiped out those closest to him, tends not to play favorites in the defense game, identifying the danger that struck those closest to him as utterly impersonal, a sociological abstract trouble that can hit anyone, and/or hits Everyone. Stopping the mugger and fighting the alien invasion are utterly equated in terms of his dedication to Helping, and the only ones he seems to hold to any higher standard are those closest to him, protecting them very little, choosing instead to train and challenge them viciously, to become little psuedo bat-people, turning the tide of the world away from the savagery that kills.

Batman is not meant to be the reluctant head of a Justice League, no matter what a great strategist he is: he hates clubbing. Circumstance may force him into the role, especially in a foundational context (Yesod) but he will eschew it as soon as he can, at least at this stage of the charachter’s development. Wolverine struggles to take any pleasure out of his existence that he can, and smiles any chance he gets, warmly, not even spitting out the blood in his mouth. With Batman it's the opposite: he has infinite opportunity to just enjoy life, and he's constantly putting that aside in order to focus on the mission(s). Both of these principles find their exceptionalism and tempering in the translation of both characters into both classic and supermodern Cartoon adaptations, and in the recent contrasting works that Grant Morrison's has done involving both characters, in what was briefly syncretized as their ultimate forms.

Morrison's X-men run was one of the most shocking transformations of classic Comic archetypes into more realized narrative figures in pop-comic history. His Batman work was been similar in radical aspiration, though much more accountable to the celebrated ways that Batman has already been successfully defined and redefined in modern popular culture. But really, Wolverine might suffer from a similar, though less eponymous definititude: the Fox cartoon of the middle nineties established the character for many of us, and the success of the first two X-men films (and even the failures of the last two) made the character relatively iconic, but still less universally pictured and iconized than Batman, who graces the halls of everywhere, and is known by All Kids, and All Adults. Why? Because Wolverine is inherently a more terrifying concept character.

The Big Bad Wolf on the side of the struggling minorities is no less a socially threatening reminder of the savage competitive chaos of Our observed world than when he was the bad guy we prayed for a hunter to come and put down. Rather the opposite, in our environmentally sensitive post-post-post modern era, he's reminder of how noble the savage can be, and all the more problematic for a civilization that still can't quite come to terms with how to deal with our ambivalent appreciation for everything we've done, do, and have to do to “get by.” Batman is much cleaner. He rarely kills anybody, and when he does, it's only the most unmistakably problematic of chaotic forces. And even then, most Batmythology has him defending the rights and lives of the insane super-criminals he's fighting, as much as anyone else's. Tim Burton's vengeful aberration was apparently not forgotten as the rough angry crazy of Zach Snyder's perception misunderstands the strange self-righteous-decadence of the Nolan films. The subtler levels of weird courtesy as initiation-into-nobility-for-kids is best offset with a sort of pious impatience for disingenuous veiling or responsibility, often dovetailing into more overt play/sex/recreation metaphor as in the 60's pop-art demi-psychedelic version and the later-day creatively inspired pastiche-core cartoon Batman: The Brave and the Bold. Here is where Morrison's influence might be most conspicuous, although only retroactively, and perhaps invertedly; in the infinite wake of Morrison’s building on the Alan Moore discoveries. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alan_Moore%27s_The_Courtyard#Plot_summary

To define: the Ultimate version of a character is inferred from the best and most resonant of all their appearances, and defined in part by their most obscure and peripheral stories. This is part of what Alan Moore defines in passing as “Anomaly Theory,” secretly much of the backdrop of his integrative relationship to mythic characters, as elaborated in his later work from Supreme to League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. The unusual version, rejected and willfully resisted version of a charachter actually describes an actual aspect of that charachter, and our resistance to the interpretation describes our resistance to the reality or even truth expressed in that use of the charachter. This is much of my contempt for the Christopher Nolan Batman films: I really don’t like the neo-fascist romance that can emerge as part of why “kids” love Batman. But this is why satires of this model, from the Simpsons’s Monty Burns playing Super-hero for his own self indulgence, to Grant Morrison’s inversion of the Batman/Superman dynamic in his Action Comics conflict between a-now overtly socialism Superman and a dissappointingly conservative Batman (”You’re a Snoop!) Exceptions only define rules when met with the contrasting rejection-satire. Even parodies must be integrated, as in the adaptation of Batboy and Rubbin on Brave and the Bold. Grant Morrison’s Wolverine was also defined, in large part, by his almost total altruistic self control. He is able to refuse Jean Grey's romantic advances early on in New-X-Men, and is able to kill her, for her own sake, despite it certainly being the thing he'd rather do least at that point. He can give his all or hold back anything, according to his familial priorities. This Wolverine is the one that survives into Wolverine and The X-men, the best animated X-men effort to ever come down the wire, to at last lead at the trusted head of the team, the family. Similarly in Jason Aaron’s Wolverine and The X-men comic, where Wolverine is the defacto headmaster of the Xavier school, once Cyclops falls from grace, and only Logan has the priorities in order enough to continue the educational work that X-men was built on.

The contrast with the later, and “Ultimate” versions of Logan in the last of the Hugh Jackman films is telling, of course. As popular personal expression of the moral changes, so does the nature of the tragedy, and in this shift we can see a range of the redefinition of the Righteous, as willfully expressed in the dynamic between Jackman’s Wolverine and Patrick Stewart’s Xavier, here at the end of things. Their meaning is bound up in their end, their punchline, and similarly is Yesod an expression of, not only Tipheret or Daat, but actually the purest and highest priority in the original pure will. This is so much why some adaptations of Super-Heroes Tragedies are So Weird and irritatingly dissonant: they’re trying to push meaning forwards, because of where they are at, the producers or directors or whoever. they’re trying to be true to a personal clarity, and it affects both the purity of their adaptation and the future nature of a given character. Note: at the end, he is still in service of The Mutant Children. Even as he dies to protect them, because part of the emerging moral in James Mangold’s Logan is the futility of survival, and the End of Nature through State and Science in cruel controlling covenant. That’s just where we’re at nowadays, it seems, and any later version of Logan/Wolverine to emerge will engage this tension, just by dint of existing differently. Why kill off Wolverine, who, traditionally, needs to die less than most charachters? This is ultimately his ascention from the lunar or martial into the solar and perfected, martyred into total virtue. Only in death are heroes really trustworthy, otherwise they might fail you again, at any time, a moral limitation unelaborated in many of the least popular hero narratives, notably, again, Batman vs. Superman. The depth and trouble in Zach Snyder’s Superman adaptation will be elaborated soon enough.

In summation: Heroes and G-d must be confused: One is only experienced through the other, the truest G-d is unavailable except for the nice people who care about the absent virtue, and fix reality accordingly.

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