#and don’t attack me but I loved Jason’s actor as Robin

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Literally stop I finished watching titans and like why did that shit have me balling 😭

#I’ve been watching it since it came out ok #it’s special to me :( #I’m low key sad it’s over #ik it was low key ass but come on #let it be in dc elseworlds #dick and kori have my whole heart #my only huge complaint was Bernard 😕 #I hated his ass in that show like ur what 50 going after a 16 year old 😟 #and Conner going kinda crazy was odd #I wish they used the slutty Conner instead 😕 #but like he low key slayed in the other seasons #Brenton thwaites as nightwing was the slayest of slays #and don’t attack me but I loved Jason’s actor as Robin #not as red hood tho cause that shit was rushed #when he killed hank tho I thought that was kinda silly 😝 #tv: titans #titans s4 #teen titans #dc comics #dc #batman #jason todd #dick grayson #koriand'r #starfire #red hood #robin #beast boy #kon el kent #white raven

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Chapter 9 - 5 Things

Pairing: Jason Todd/Reader

Genre: Smut/Action

Word count: 7,211

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A/N: Wow, two chapters in one week! Don't expect this to keep this going lol! This chapter has major trigger warnings for: non-consensual acts, anxiety/panic attacks, mentions/implications of r*pe, violence, drug/sedative use. 

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Your head was spinning.

Your eyes were watery, your heart palpitating. You struggled to open your eyes, but all you saw was a blur of blinding light. You saw a shadow, a movement, but it was still unclear as the light was piercing your eyes. You tried to shield them with your hand, but found that you couldn’t move it.

You were seemingly tied to a chair.

How did you get there?

Your throat felt dry. A wave of nausea came over you and you gagged, but nothing came out. You blinked away the tears and squinted at the figure now looming in front of you, blocking the light.

It was all coming back to you now.

You were walking from the Academy to the nearest metro station, heading to the public library in Old Gotham- since your usual one burned down. You had noticed a hooded man following you from behind as you turned into a secluded street.

You remember slightly panicking, because despite your training and reflexes, he was much much faster than you were. The next thing you knew, you woke up right where you were.

Your vision cleared as the cloud in your mind disappeared.

Red Hood was looking down at you, arms crossed. This close and vulnerable, he seemed taller than you remembered.

You also remembered that you weren’t Robin at the time. You were a spoiled girl adopted by the billionaire Bruce Wayne.

“W-where am I?” you squeaked, “Wh-who are you?”

Red Hood simply stared.

You tried on the ropes that he tied you with. It was tight, well knotted. You wouldn’t be able to get out of those without assistance.

“P-please,” you quivered your bottom lip, “Please don’t hurt me.”

Silence.

No windows. You couldn’t see a door either. The bright light almost completely blinded you to the dark room you were in.

“My dad is Bruce Wayne,” you pressed on, “He’ll give you whatever you want, just please don’t hurt me.”

You started sobbing, going hysterical in panic.

Then, Red Hood started chuckling. “You’re not a bad actor,” he said.

“I- I- I don’t know what you’re t-t-talking about,” you stuttered in breaths, “Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I p-pr-omise.”

“Quit the act, baby girl, you’re boring me,” he turned around and walked away from you.

Despite your commitment to acting, you couldn’t help but notice his well sculpted ass that was on your eye level as he strutted away.

“W-wha?” you continued, “Please, mister, I don’t know anything. Please let me go.”

Red Hood leaned against a metal table you only just noticed, “I prefer you snarky and bitchy. This isn’t fun. Quit the act before I make you.”

He was calm, as he always was.

You did suspect that he knew your identities, but you couldn’t risk it.

“You’ve got the wrong girl,” you wailed, “I’m not who you think I am! Please, sir, you have to believe me!”

“You know, I never asked,” he began, “How’s Nightwing?”

“N-nightwing?” you gave a watery hiccup.

“Yes, Nightwing, your older brother, Dick Grayson, ex-Robin, Boy Wonder, et cetera et cetera,” he waved his hand, “What else must I tell you to get you to stop? Bruce Wayne is Batman? How about Barbara Gordon is Oracle? Ring any bells?”

You couldn’t help the shock that appeared on your face. If he knew about Barbara, he was more than just a crazy conspiracy theorist. You decided to drop the act.

You gave one last sniffle and looked at him coldly, relaxing against the cool metal chair that you noticed were bolted to the cement floor.

“There she is,” he walked nearer to you again, noting your immediate change of expression when you conceded.

“He will find me, you know,” you told him.

“I disabled the GPS tracker on your phone. Also the one in your pendant,” he nodded at the jewel around your neck that you wore every day. Bruce had gifted it to you on the first year anniversary of your adoption. It was a silver robin with a small diamond glittering on its breast.

You didn’t even know there was a tracker on it. You mentally cursed Bruce for disguising it in a form of sentiment.

“So what do you want, Red?” you demanded. Surprisingly, you were calm. You didn’t feel any fear. Something told you that he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Nothing in particular,” he shrugged, “Maybe I just wanted you all to myself.”

You scoffed.

“What?” he bent down to meet you in the eye. You could see your own reflection on the white lenses of his mask. “Can’t I just want you? I haven’t seen you in so long. Didn’t you miss me?”

You glared at him. The fucker was mocking you. He was right about you missing him, but still.

“Because I missed you, baby girl.”

Even with the voice scrambler, you noticed his voice had dropped an octave. You gulped, and for some reason, butterflies filled your tummy.

He straightened up, “You look so cute in your uniform. The skirt. Which sexist pig designed it that short and made underage girls wear them?”

He squatted down in front of you and tilted his head. “Pink? Adorable.”

You grit your teeth. You could practically hear him grin. You tried to close your thighs but your legs were tied to the chair, forcing them slightly apart.

“Don’t tell me you kidnapped me just to tie me up and take a peek at my panties, Red,” you scowled.

“I’ve done crazier things, baby girl,” he stood up, “What’s wrong with a little talk?”

“So. Talk,” you hissed.

He reached out an arm towards your face. You forced yourself not to wince and maintained eye contact. He caressed your cheek with his gloved hand, his thumb trailing down to press against your lips.

You bit it.

“Fuck!” he recoiled, and then chuckled, “Should have expected that. I do love your feisty side anyway.”

“You don’t know me, Red. Just because you know my identity, it doesn’t mean shit,” you spat.

“I know you’re not who you pretend to be,” he gripped you by the hair and forced you to face him. The slightly rough pull made your breath hitch. “I know you try to hide it from everyone. You're not the good girl people think you are.”

“The same could be said for every other angsty teen. Try better,” you retorted.

He released your hair and chuckled again, “I really did miss you.‘’

“I’ve been busy, you see. Things to do, people to kill, the usual,” he went on, “Did you see what I left for everyone?‘’

“You mean Black Mask? Sorry to break it to you, but it wasn't much of a surprise. It was either you or him eventually,” you rolled your eyes.

“You really are a bitch, aren’t you?” he hummed.

“That's what you get for tying me to a chair,” you snapped.

“You people ought to be more grateful towards me,” he stated.

“Grateful? Really?” you condescended.

“Black Mask was a gift,” he claimed, “Now you have one crime lord less in the streets.”

“Yet here I am tied to a chair,” you sassed.

“Get over it, even the Bat’s done worse than this,” he chided.

“So what makes you so different from Black Mask? You think you're better than him?” you stated. You would be lying if you said that you hadn't tried to answer that question yourself. That you didn't lie awake at night justifying his actions.

“My, oh, my. Don't tell me you still haven't figured it out?” he mocked you, “I don't do this for any profit. In fact, I'm just like one of you.”

“You are not one of us,” you growled, “We don't kill. We're not barbaric like you are.”

“Which is why you won't ever get anywhere!” he argued, “That's what the Bat always failed to get. You can't stop crime. But you can control it. Thats what I'm doing. And I take the necessary steps to achieve it. The Bat is a coward.”

“You're wrong,” you defended, “He doesn't kill not because he's a coward. It's so much more than that. A person like you would never understand.”

“A person like me, huh?” he suddenly said quietly, the direction of his gaze fell towards the side, as if he was reminiscing. The change of tone surprised you. It made you think that maybe he wasn't always bad.

But it didn't matter who he used to be. What matters is who he is now.

“I'll make you see eventually, you'll understand soon enough,” he squatted down in front of you again, “but for now, let's talk about us.”

“Us?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, baby girl, us. Don't you feel like there's something between us? I feel like there's a spark,” he adopted his tone of mocking again.

“Fuck off,” you snarled.

“I'd be lying if I said I don't think of you as I lie in bed, touching myself. You'd be lying if you said the same right?” he put his gloved hands on your bare thighs. You could feel his heat beneath the leather.

You'd be lying if you said that didn't excite you just a little bit.

“You're too full of yourself,” you responded, “And I happen to have a boyfriend. You're the only pervert here.”

You obviously lied about the boyfriend part. You wanted to seem like you had other things better to do than think of him.

Which, for some reason, seemed even more pathetic.

“Boyfriend?” he laughed, “So what? I bet that doesn't stop you from thinking of me.”

His hands slid up your thighs slowly, bunching up your skirt in the process.

“What are you doing?” your voice went high, “Stop that.”

“When was the last time you told a bad guy to stop and he actually did?” he asked.

He had a point.

Still, you didn't like the way that he didn't disgust you. You didn't like the way that he made you want him to go further up.

And further up he went.

Until he paused at the crease of your thighs, and then suddenly pressed a thumb on top of your clit. A jolt of pleasure shot through you.

“Stop it,” you repeated.

He ignored you again, this time pulling aside your panties and ran his middle finger up in between your lips. The middle finger you’ve thought about countless of times.

With the same thick finger, he pushed inside you slowly, all the way to his knuckles. You felt yourself automatically squeezing around him. You bit your lip.

He started sliding it out, and then back in again. It felt so different, having someone else's finger inside you.

Having his finger inside you.

Then, he curled his finger, hitting a spot inside you that you've never touched before, eliciting a soft moan from you.

Your eyes widen when you realised what you just did, and you turned your head away, blushing.

With that, he took his finger out, and then stood up. His crotch was at your eye level, and you could see his hard on straining against his pants. You didn't realise that your mouth watered at it.

“If only you wore skirts as part of your uniform, we could do that again whenever we meet,” he taunted you.

He didn't comment on your moan, nor the wetness that was left on his finger. Instead, he took off his glove and walked towards the table. His back was towards you now, and you couldn't tell what he was doing. You heard a rustle of plastic. He came back with a piece of black cloth from it and walked behind you.

Suddenly, you saw darkness. You began to struggle as he tied the blindfold, but his grip was too strong.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you yelled.

“Relax, I'm blindfolding you so I can take off this stupid helmet,” you heard him say, and then you heard a heavy thump on the floor next to you.

“You motivate me, you know?” you heard him breathe in your ear, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand. He masked his voice similar to the way Batman did- it was raspy and gravelly. That close, you could smell him. He smelled like sweat, and leather, and gunpowder.

“You make me want to kill more and more,” he nipped your earlobe, “I killed someone for you, you know that? Did I get a thanks? Of course not.”

“What the hell are you on about?” you snarled.

“Fuck, you drive me insane,” he continued, ignoring your question. He used a hand to grip your hair and pull your head to the side, exposing your neck so he could lick a strip on your pulse. He then started sucking on your skin. “I’ve always wanted to mark you like this.”

You felt hot. You were panting, and the worst part was that you could feel yourself dampening your underwear more than before.

His other hand ripped your shirt open, buttons popping all over the floor. He pushed your bra upwards and grabbed a fist full of your right breast, squeezing hard.

“Mmm,” he moaned, “Finally, I get to feel them. You usually wear too much armor.”

You felt dizzy, hazy, blurry. You were utterly consumed by his heat. You tried so hard not to get turned on, but your body betrayed you.

“Tell me, why do you wear lip gloss while on patrol?” he continued sucking on another spot while he started rolling your nipples in between his fingers, “It makes me wonder how your lips would look like around me.”

You whimpered, and cursed internally. Who knew dirty talk would be your downfall.

“I knew you'd like this,” he chuckled at your reaction, “But I feel like you need a reminder of how scary I can actually be.”

You didn't need one. You knew how terrifying Red Hood was. You felt that fear the first time you met him, and again when he pointed the gun at you in that alley behind the bank. It seemed so long ago.

But that fear had long turned into curiosity. You weren't afraid anymore.

“Black Mask couldn't beg,” he rasped, “Because he was suffocating. I wonder what I should do to you.”

His hand went from your tits to around your neck. And then, and then, you felt it. The panic you felt the first time he got his hand around your neck.

You started thrashing about, anything to prevent him from getting a proper grip on you. But unfortunately, you were tied down.

And he was standing behind you, strong hands around your neck.

“Remember this, baby girl?” he started squeezing, “Doesn't this feel nostalgic?”

He was pressing on your carotid arteries, making you even dizzier than you already were, but you could still gasp for breath.

“I still have a syringe of what I gave Black Mask to paralyse him, I wonder what I should do to you?” he then suddenly released you, making you cough and gag, tears streaming down your face.

“I wouldn't want to ruin that pretty face,” you heard his voice move in front of you, “Maybe I should just keep you here to myself and use you. This job gets stressful. You'd be my own personal fuck toy. I'd ruin your cunt over and over again. You want that?”

Your mind began to race. Would he actually do that? No. No, even if he did, it didn't matter. Because Batman will-

“And then you will know how Batman really is,” he stressed, “You'll cling on to the hope that he's out there looking for you. That he won't give up on you. Batman would be the only thing keeping you sane.”

Yes, yes he was right. Bruce would find you.

“But you know what he’ll do instead?” he continued, voice shaking in evident anger, “He will just forget about you. Even after you're dead and he catches me, all he’ll do is lock me up behind bars. And then he’ll replace you with another child soldier to brainwash.”

No. Bruce wouldn't do that. He loved you. He wouldn't give up. He wouldn't move on.

Would he?

Panic started to rise again, you felt yourself hyperventilating for the first time. What was wrong with you? You couldn't break down just after being kidnapped. Why would you feel this sense of impending doom?

No, it's just Red Hood getting to you. You were just giving him what he wants.

“That's more like the reaction I was looking for,” you heard him growl. You flinched when you felt his hand on your cheek. He was wiping away at your tears, and he was surprisingly gentle.

“There, there,” he sighed, “I’m not going to do that to you. I don't hurt innocents. Though you're far from it.”

You tried to calm yourself down. He was just looking for a reaction?

“I just want you to see Bruce for who he really is, baby girl,” he explained, still caressing your cheek. You found yourself leaning into his warmth, “And I want you to see me for who I really am, and what I've been doing for Gotham.”

Before you could even think of responding, you felt something spray on your face, and then everything faded to black.

***

The first thing you noticed was an annoying beeping sound.

And hushed whispers.

You opened your eyes, blinking away the grogginess. You were on a bed that wasn’t your own, in a room that was unfamiliar.

A hospital room. Private, high end. You tried to prop yourself up, suddenly-

“No, no, lie back down, honey,” an aging woman pushed you gently back into the pillows, where you laid back reclined. “I’ll go get the doctor and your father for you.”

Shortly after, in came Bruce, who rushed to you immediately.

“How are you feeling? Are you okay? What happened?” he bombarded you with questions and more than just his usual serious look on his face.

“I-”

“Mr. Wayne, please,” said a man in a white coat behind him, “She needs to recover first.”

“Yes, yes, of course. I’m sorry,” Bruce stepped back and cleared his throat.

You were taken aback. You’ve never seen Bruce this way before.

The doctor flashed his penlight in both your eyes, and told you to follow it. He then performed a thorax auscultation on you.

“Hello, Miss Wayne. I’m Dr. Kevins. I’m going to have to check several things to make sure you’re doing well. Is that okay?”

You nodded.

“Do you feel dizzy?” he asked you, “Does your head hurt?”

“I feel a bit nauseated actually,” you croaked, “And thirsty.”

“We’ll get you some water just a sec,” he smiled kindly. He looked like he was around his late forties, with greying hair and sunken eyes. “The nausea is probably caused by the sedative he used on you. It’ll go away in an hour or so. But most importantly, do you feel any pain anywhere else?”

“No,” you shook your head, “My neck is a bit sore, but that’s it.”

The doctor pursed his lips, and then looked at Bruce, “Excuse me, Mr. Wayne, but would you please step outside for a moment?”

“Why?” he protested.

“It’s okay, doctor,” you voiced, “I know what you’re going to ask me. No, my genitalia does not hurt. He didn’t do anything to me.”

“Okay then,” he sighed a breath of relief, “We did a physical on you while you were unconscious. It doesn’t look like anything’s wrong, except for a little dehydration. We just wanted to make sure.”

“Cool,” you shrugged, “Can someone tell me what happened?”

“We found you unconscious outside our emergency room on the floor,” the doctor responded, “We checked the security footage and saw a man in a red helmet walk in and left you there. He is a wanted criminal. The police are right outside to ask you a few questions. If you’re not ready for that, I’ll make them wait.”

“I’m fine, you can call them in,” you told him.

The doctor left to get the cops, and you and Bruce shared a long eye contact, silently communicating. I’ll tell you everything later, you tried to convey.

He gave you a stiff nod.

“Mr. Wayne, Miss Wayne,” Gordon himself came in through the door, “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’m hungover, Commissioner,” you smiled.

“I’m going to ignore that, since you’re underaged,” he chuckled, “Can I ask you a few questions?”

“Shoot.”

He took out a pen and a small notebook from his trench coat.

“What was the last thing you remember before you blacked out?” he began.

“I was walking to the metro station,” you explained, “It was around two in the afternoon. I noticed someone following me, but didn’t think much of it. I remember turning into a secluded area, and then I heard him running towards me. Before I could turn around, I just… Went black. It happened so fast.”

“And this man, what did he look like?”

“He was big. Maybe around Bruce’s size, but I can’t be sure. I couldn’t see his face. He was wearing a baseball cap and had a hoodie on,” you struggled to remember any other details about the man behind the mask.

“What happened next?”

“I woke up in a dark room, with this really bright light shining at me. I couldn’t see any windows, or doors. I was tied to a chair,” you pretended to tremble, “I was so scared.”

“I know, Miss Wayne,” Gordon comforted you, “I’m sorry for doing this, but I absolutely have to ask you to recall everything, before you forget. It’s essential to catch the man responsible for this.”

“I know,” you wiped away a single tear, “It’s okay. I saw a man in a red helmet. But not like a motorcycle helmet. It covered his whole face. And it had white eyes. It looked weird.”

“Did he have a red bat symbol on his chest?” Gordon pressed.

“Uhm,” you bit your lip, “I think so. I can’t- I can’t be too sure. It was dark, and the light blinded me.”

“That’s okay, you’re doing real good Miss Wayne,” Gordon smiled.

You held back a smile at how well Gordon treated you. If only he knew you were the same girl who witnessed Black Mask’s peeled face.

“I- I’m not sure what he wanted,” you stuttered, “He t-touched me. But not there!”

You had to reveal it. There was no hiding it from Bruce this time, thanks to the probable hickies on your neck.

“He… I think he didn’t know who I was,” you invented your lie, “But when I told him I was Bruce Wayne’s daughter, he immediately stopped whatever he was doing. Maybe he didn’t want to mess with Bruce, since he’s… rich and all.”

“There’s no doubt your father is rich, Miss Wayne, but I don’t think something like that would stop him,” Gordon huffed, his forehead scrunched up in a frown deeper than before, “This is interesting. Why would he be scared of you, Mr. Wayne?”

“Maybe he thinks I’m Batman,” Bruce simply shrugged.

You coughed out loud in shock.

“Well, he wouldn’t be the first person out there,” Gordon smirked, “No offense, Bruce, but you’re hardly the crime fighting type.”

“None taken, Jim,” Bruce grinned, “I can’t afford to get my face injured. It’s what gets investors after all.”

“What happened after that?” Gordon rolled his eyes at Bruce and turned back to you. “Did you hear any sounds? Maybe water, or vehicles? Was there anyone else there?”

“Th- that’s all I remember,” you scratched your head, “Next thing I knew, I was here.”

“Okay,” Gordon closed his notepad, “Thank you, Miss Wayne. I’m sorry that something like this happened to you. This one’s a bit tricky but I promise we’ll catch him.”

“I don’t doubt it, Commissioner,” you have him a big grin.

He paused for a moment, suddenly staring at you with an intense look in your eyes, as if he was searching for something.

“What’s wrong?” your smile faltered.

“No- nothing,” he shook his head, “You just- remind me of someone.”

“Your beautiful daughter perhaps?” you suggested.

“Y- yeah,” he nodded slowly, “Yeah, that’s it. You and Barbara both have the same smile.”

“What a compliment,” you giggled.

“You get well soon, Miss Wayne,” he nodded at you and at Bruce, “Mr. Wayne.”

“Commissioner,” Bruce nodded back.

Gordon left.

“That was close,” you breathed a sigh of relief.

Bruce pulled the sofa nearer to your bed.

“Are you really okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, “Just tired.”

“I’ll let you rest. We’ll talk when we get back,” Bruce got up to leave.

“Where are you going?”

“To deal with the press,” he fixed his hair and tie at the glass window, reflecting his handsome face, “Bruce Wayne’s daughter missing for 24 hours and then found on the emergency room floor? The media is going crazy.”

“I bet,” you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, drifting to sleep once more.

You thought you felt a pair of lips press themselves on your forehead.

*** “So. What really happened?” Bruce asked once you settled down in the manor.

You finally got discharged from the hospital after another day they kept you under observation. The both of you were now in the dining room, finishing up a light dinner.

You put down your cutlery and took a deep breath.

“How he got me was the truth, and I woke up in a dark room with a bright light shining in my eyes. First I acted like a civilian, crying and begging. I told him that my father was Bruce Wayne and that he would give him anything for my release,” you began your story, “But he told me to drop the act. I didn't. I acted dumb. And then he asked me how Nightwing was. How Dick Grayson, my older brother was. He told me he knew you were Batman. But what really hit the jackpot, was the fact that he knew Barbara was Oracle.”

Bruce leaned forward in his chair, elbows resting on the table, his chin on top of his knuckles.

“So I decided to drop it,” you continued, “I figured if he knew that, he was more than just… One of those crazy conspiracy theorists. Anyway, I asked him what he wanted and he… He was just playing around.”

“Playing around?”

“Yeah, like he wasn't being serious about it. Like he kidnapped me just to mock me. He told me that… He missed me,” you avoided eye contact with Bruce, “He also said something about how we should appreciate what he does for Gotham. That he was technically one of us.”

“Hmm.”

“Yeah, exactly my thought,” you agreed, “He has this delusion that he's doing good, more good than we are. He mentioned Black Mask, and how he was a gift. Because now there's one less crime lord in the streets. I told him that he's not like us. We don't kill. And then- and then he got a bit emotional.”

“How so?”

“Well, the whole time he was relatively calm. But when we got to the topic of you,” you hesitated, “He seemed frustrated. He said it's the one thing you will never get. He said that you can't stop crime, and you can only control it. And that's what he was doing.”

“He thinks he is controlling crime?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

“And what about… All that,” Bruce gestured to his own neck instead of yours.

You thought of how he touched you, how he had his hands underneath your panties and put his finger inside you. You decided to leave that out.

“He came up behind me and blindfolded me,” you started blushing, “He took off his helmet and-”

“He took off his helmet?” Bruce looked at you, the creases in between his eyebrows deepening, his shoulders suddenly tense.

“Yes, but I couldn't see anything,” you told him, “I was blindfolded.”

You noticed how Bruce relaxed his shoulders- very slightly.

“He said I motivated him,” you continued, “He masked his voice- like how you always do. I didn't recognise it.”

“Go on.”

“He said he killed for me,” you frowned, now remembering that odd statement he made, “I don't know what he meant by that. He never clarified. And then- he started to- do this.”

You waved at your neck, still avoiding eye contact.

“And then he started choking me,” you quickly went on, “He said he was considering keeping me there and… Tormenting me. And that the only thing that would keep me sane is the thought of you coming for me. But then he said that you wouldn't. That you would just… Replace me.”

You glanced at Bruce now, who was just silent, absorbing in everything you were saying. There was on odd expression in his eyes. Was it sadness?

“The last thing he said to me was that he wanted me to see you for who you really are, and see him for who he really is and what he's doing for Gotham.”

You waited for a response.

Finally, Bruce said “I see.”

Very anticlimactic.

“What do you see?” you prompted.

“It's even clearer now that he targeted you to get to me. He's trying to turn you against me,” Bruce spoke.

“I think I got that already,” you rolled your eyes, “But why? And what's this about replacing me?”

He remained silent, staring into space.

“Bruce,” you began, “We’ve been through this. You need to tell me things.”

“There's nothing to tell.”

“There's obviously something to tell,” you argued, “I just got kidnapped by him! Isn't it time for you to tell me who he is?”

“I don't know who he is,” he insisted.

“That's a big fat lie and you know it,” you accused.

“I'm lying for your own good!” he started to raise his voice.

“My own- my own good?” you scoffed, and then stood up, “Haven't you been paying attention, Bruce? I. Got. Kidnapped. By. Him. Obviously keeping me in the dark is not helping.”

“Back down,” Bruce rose from his seat as well to tower over you, “Now.”

“Don't you care about me Bruce?!” you yelled

“Of course I care! Which is why-”

“Don't give me that bullshit!” you fumed, “You keep on telling me to trust you-”

“I said back down, Robin-”

“But trust goes both wa-”

“BACK DOWN, JASON!”

You gaped at him, not believing your ears. You've always been insecure. You always thought that Bruce either adopted you out of guilt, or worse.

As a replacement.

It was the first time he ever mistakenly called you him.

The ghost of Jason Todd had caught up to you.

“I mean- I meant-” Bruce tried to correct himself, horrified at what he had just said.

You turned and left.

***

He was tired.

Jason was tired.

The rain made his bones ache.

The past few weeks had taken a toll on him. He went out almost every single night to do his job- be it kill a few people, extract information, deal with Moehler’s international contacts, and also deal with the people under him who has broken rules or planned to start a coup. They thought he didn't know. He’ll deal with them later.

He had gotten back from his money collecting run, taking the profits from the people beneath him. Through whispers and some interrogating, he found out about some insignificant rebels. He really wasn’t in the mood to deal with those now.

He took a shower, and laid naked in bed, splayed on his back.

He probably should put on some clothes. It was getting cold.

Though, he was used to it.

There were so many times when he was a kid living in the streets that he had to deal with the cold without much insulation. Even when he had a roof over his head, it wasn’t like his parents paid for a heater.

Parents.

The reason why he became Robin was because his parents were bad. The reason why he died was because his biological mother betrayed him. And the reason why he was who he is now-

No. Bruce was never a father to him. He refused to admit it.

Bruce was just looking for a soldier to brainwash.

A soldier like you. He had brainwashed you pretty well. Jason wondered what words of encouragement Bruce had given to you, that he probably gave Jason as well, all those years ago.

When Jason saw you start to panic, he knew. He knew that you knew deep down, Jason was right. Which meant that Bruce probably had not changed since Jason died.

Did Bruce ever tell you “good job”? Did Bruce ever fuss over your injuries? Did Bruce ever gave you affection?

He doubted it.

After all, Jason knew Bruce. The only thing Bruce cared about was his past.

Justice.

Or so Bruce liked to call his own insecurities, an excuse to not move on from the traumatic childhood he faced.

Bruce was the fucked up one here, not Jason.

Jason was perfectly sane.

Not that he cared about how Bruce raised you. Not that he cared that you were probably facing the same problems he did, all those years ago. After all, Jason was just using you to get to him. He knew what he was doing was obvious, but it didn’t matter.

It only took one trigger- and you would spiral. As long as you had any doubt about Bruce, Jason’s plan would work.

“Fuck,” he said out loud. The rain outside was hitting hard like pellets on his metal roof.

Jason was tired.

He closed his eyes, and remembered how you looked when he started touching you. How your breath hitched, how your voice went high, how you let out the tiniest moan.

Jason smirked to himself.

You were probably craving him all those weeks you didn’t meet- it was part of his plan after all. And the moment he gave you all the attention you wanted, you got wet.

Withdraw, and then attack.

It was an excellent strategy. To get you to miss him so much that you welcomed his touch.

And welcome him you did.

Jason wasn’t blind. He saw how you looked at his hard on straining against his pants.

Remembering those scenes again made blood shoot to his cock. He remembered finally being able to feel your tits.

Fuck.

He reached down and fisted his cock- now hard and leaking. He gave himself a few light strokes, remembering how much he wanted to fuck you right then and there.

The glove.

He opened his eyes and walked towards his backpack, his erection slapping his lower belly with every step, and took out the ziplock he had put his glove in. He took it out, and collapsed on the bed again.

He was wearing the glove when he fingered you.

He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the glove.

The smell of leather was overpowering, but faintly, he smelled you. He kept it in a ziplock bag for a reason.

It was equivalent to panty sniffing, and Jason thought about how absolutely pathetic he was being- but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Because you always drove him insane anyway.

His cock was leaking on his stomach, and he stroked himself to the faint sweet tangy smell of your juices on his glove. Maybe he should have taken a taste instead.

Would that have driven you wild as much as it would him?

God, and your tits. It was so soft, so supple, and it was spilling in his hand. He just wanted to see it bounce. Why must you wear so much armor?

Jason was sweating now despite the cold, the sound of rain outside drowning his pants and moans.

He wouldn’t call it backfire, but Jason’s plan to not see you for so long also affected him more than he thought it would.

He stroked himself faster, and squeezed himself tighter, imagining your mouth drooling over the head of his cock.

Fuck. He told you your lip gloss made him think of that, didn’t he? And what did you do? You fucking whimpered.

“Fuck,” Jason groaned. He loved how much you liked it when he talked dirty to you. He loved how you tightened around his finger.

Pleasure and heat built up and spread, making his toes curl. Finally, he came all over his fist, spilling onto his abdomen.

He huffed.

After cleaning up, he decided to text you. It was about time anyway.

Hey, Princess. I'm sorry I haven't texted you in so long. Life just got in the way, and I was facing some personal issues. I hope you're not mad. Anyway, I read about what happened in the papers. Putting the fact that you didn't tell me you were THE Wayne kid aside, are you okay? he sent the text.

He was hoping to prey on your kindness and understanding.

And he saw you typing back almost immediately.

Hey, Jason. Don't worry, I'm not mad. I completely understand. I've had times like that too. And I'm okay, a bit shaken up, but still okay. Also, you didn't tell me your last name so why would I tell you yours? you replied with a winky face at the end.

Touché. Would you be up to meeting me at Robinson Park tomorrow? I'll get you ice cream. It’s the least I could do, he asked.

That would be great! I’ll see you around three? you texted back.

It’s a date, doll, Jason sent with another winky face.

He knew that one text would make you giddy with excitement.

*** Jason was self-conscious in public.

Whenever he walked in the daylight without his helmet on, he felt like everyone was staring at him, judging him. His scars, his scowl, his crooked nose that had been broken and reset again so many times.

So he usually kept his head down, and his calloused hands in his pockets, avoiding the glares he knew deep down was just part of his imagination.

Until he saw you waiting at the park bench wearing a white sundress, the slight breeze blowing your hair, the sunlight shining on your skin.

He straightened up, confidence returning, and even before you saw him, he smiled.

It wasn’t like you made him happy, it wasn’t like he was looking forward to seeing you. Nor was it because you made him feel like the Jason Todd who never died.

No, he was just getting into character in advance.

A character to fool you, manipulate you, corrupt you.

“So, do you come here often?” he said when he crept up to you, making you jump.

“You scared me!” you laughed, slapping him on the arm lightly. And then, your smile faded ever so slightly, and a slight crease between your brows formed, “Not many people can sneak up on me like that.”

“My friends always did say I was light on my feet,” he shrugged, sitting down on the bench next to you, “Could be useful in the force, actually.”

“Definitely,” you grinned.

He noticed the bruises he left on your neck were absent- probably hidden by layers of makeup. He was slightly disappointed. His hickies on your skin would have looked amazing as a contrast to the low cut sundress you were wearing.

“So how are you?” he asked, “Wayne?”

You rolled your eyes, “Like I said, you didn’t offer me your last name, too. Plus, my picture’s everywhere.”

“I don’t really keep up with the news, sweetheart,” Jason replied, “Why would I care about other people’s adopted daughters?”

“I guess that’s true,” you conceded, “You’re one in a million, then. Everyone’s obsessed with that kind of information these days.”

“So enlighten me then,” Jason said, “How did Bruce Wayne come to adopt you?”

“Well,” you started, “My parents have always been trying to get close to him. They invited him for those fancy galas and charity dinners. I remember always seeing him around. When they died, and I was left with nothing and no one, he decided to adopt me.”

“Any particular reason he chose to adopt you?” Jason prompted.

You bit your lip. And then, Jason noticed that your eyes started tearing up.

“Oh, no,” Jason responded, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. We don’t have to talk about it.”

What was up with you?

“No, no,” you sniffed, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand, “I’m the one who’s sorry. I’m so stupid. I’ve just… been wondering about that too.”

Finally, Jason thought. He thought you would never have figured out you were always meant to be his replacement. He wondered what happened between you and Bruce. He had no doubt that the kidnapping triggered it.

Just as he planned.

“Hey, look at me,” he took your chin in his hand and tilted your head to face him.

Fuck.

It was the wrong move. Because seeing you teary eyed, red nosed, lower lip trembling, so close to him. So vulnerable.

It made his cock twitch.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Jason tried to pull himself together, “Or if you just want a shoulder to cry on, I’ll gladly offer you mine.”

With his thumb, he wiped away a tear that fell on your cheeks. He could see how your long lashes clumped together in the wetness, how your skin was slightly flushed.

He wanted to kiss you and tell you everything was going to be okay.

The thought shocked Jason. So much so that he jolted away from you.

“I- I’m sorry,” Jason sputtered, “I probably crossed a line, or something.”

He looked away, not wanting you to see the panic that was rising. No, no, not here. Not now.

“It’s okay,” he heard your voice, but it seemed so far away, “Jason?”

He tried to calm his breathing. He fisted the material of his jeans and took deep breaths. 5 things that he could see.

The green grass. The blue sky. Someone’s red frisbee flying. Little yellow flowers. Kids running around.

4 things that he could touch.

His denim. The wooden bench. The gravel beneath his feet. Your warm hands.

3 things that he could hear.

A dog barking. The bells from the ice cream man. Your voice calling him out, getting nearer.

2 things he could smell.

His own cologne. And your shampoo.

1 thing he could taste.

He turned to face you and crashed his lips against yours, surprising you. But Jason felt you relax against him, and kissed him back.

Your lip gloss was strawberry flavoured.

Jason broke the kiss, and blushed at you, “I’m sorry. I never know how to act when I’m with you.”

He saw you take the bait. Your wide, curious eyes fluttered downwards in embarrassment.

“That’s okay,” you tucked your hair behind your ear, “I feel the same way.”

“I promised you ice cream didn’t I?” he stood up, and offered you his hand, “Shall we?”

#jason todd x reader #jason todd reader #jason todd #red hood #red hood and the outlaws #batman #dc #bruce wayne #batfamily #dceu #dc universe

[cdelphiki]

Life With The Kents AU: Tim’s Life, pt 1, rough draft.

Someone asked me to write Tim and Bruce making up, and I told them no because it would be too long, then promptly wrote the first 2k words of that fic. Enjoy! 

The first thing Tim did was change his name. 

He’d always kind of hated himself, anyway, for changing it to Tim Wayne, back when Bruce adopted him.  It had been the reason for one of his breakdowns, after all.  Tim Wayne. 

Just sounded wrong.

His lawyer had looked more than mildly alarmed, when Tim met with him the following Monday.  The bruise on his face had fully blossomed by then, having two days to do so.  Deep purple right at the jawline, right where Bruce’s knuckle had hit, softening out to lighter purple and greens, the further away from the center one looked.  

It was clearly a fist print, too. 

And it took up a good fourth of his face.  

“Mr. Drake,” his lawyer, Esteban, had said, “if- if Mr. Wayne…”

“It doesn’t matter,” Tim had said.  He had purposely not covered the bruise in anticipation of this meeting.  He knew what image it would broadcast.  And he didn’t care.  It would help his case, make his lawyer more sympathetic, mean there was no argument over the decision.  Removing ‘Wayne’ from your name in Gotham, after all, was not something anyone had ever done.  

Wayne was a powerful name.  Even more powerful when Bruce Wayne himself had given it to you. 

But Tim was done with Bruce Wayne.  He was ready to just be Tim Drake.  

Tim Drake.  Robin.  A member of Young Justice.

Maybe he should think about his superhero name, now.  Disconnect himself completely from Batman.  

“We can press charges,” Esteban said, after taking a breath and putting his best ‘lawyer face’ on, “if that is why, we should press charges. He still has another kid at home.”

“You’ve signed a NDA,” Tim reminded him, “just get my name changed.”

“Which doesn’t apply to child abuse,” Esteban said, “Which you knew.”

Tim did know that.  He also didn’t care if his lawyer reported it.  Damian didn’t need to be living with Bruce, anyway.  And Bruce deserved whatever scrutiny such a report would bring down on him.  Tim almost didn’t even care if it exposed Batman.

That ‘almost’ was the only thing keeping him from reporting it himself, to get Damian out of there.

“Yeah, well, I’m not a child.  And Bruce didn’t do this.  So relax.”

Damian could take care of himself, Tim was sure.  He lived with the Teen Titans half the time, anyway.  Plus the Kents adored him.  They’d watch out for him.

In fact.  If Tim told Kon, he was fairly certain Kon would tell Clark, who would deal with Bruce himself. 

Which, that was the perfect plan.  

That’s what he’d do.  

“Then who did it, Tim?”

Smiling his ‘Tim Wayne’ smile, Tim just said, “Timothy Jackson Drake is what I want my legal name to be.” 

- - - 

Weeks passed. 

No one seemed to understand why Tim left.

‘That’s just how Bruce is,’ Babs had said.

‘He was upset,’ Helena explained. 

‘Dude lost everything,’ Duke reasoned. 

‘Master Tim,  you must understand-’ Alfred had started, but Tim hung up on him.

Tim didn’t bother to ask Damian his opinion.  

No one understood, and Tim was done trying to explain it to them.

If he could go the rest of his life without thinking about it or Bruce again, he’d live a happy life.  

He didn’t need any of them, anyway.

- - - 

But someone told Jason.

Tim wasn’t sure who, but someone told Jason.  It was obvious, by the mere fact that Jason Todd was in his apartment, in the dark, waiting for Tim to get home.

It had been almost a month. 

He’d cut himself off from the family cleanly.  

And he and Jason might not have had a bad relationship.  They just hadn’t been much more than friendly acquaintances. 

“Welcome to the club, kid,” Jason said, not even looking up when Tim cut the light on to reveal Jason sitting sideways in the armchair, one leg slung up over the side, as he read something on his kindle. One of the ones that lit up.

Tim didn’t really like kindles.  He wasn’t a huge fan of reading, in general, but he definitely didn’t like kindles.  Tim would have never guessed that Jason, being a book nerd, used a kindle.  He kind of seemed like the kind of dork who would prefer to smell the books, or something.  While reading.

“Go away,” Tim said flatly, as he dropped his bag down on the ground and went to fix himself something to eat.  He’d been away on a mission with his team for the last week.  All he wanted to do was eat a bowl of something. Soup, probably. Lay on the couch and eat it while he watched something light and funny, then fall asleep.  Possibly right there on the couch.  

Talking to Jason was not any of those things.  

“Heard you cut ties to Bat completely,” Jason said, “Gotta say. I’m impressed.”

Tim rolled his eyes as he looked through the various cans of soup he had in the cupboard, before he picked a hardy chicken and rice thing.  “Don’t care. Go away.”

“Bat’s pissed, of course,” Jason said, as if Tim hadn’t said anything, “it’s kind of great.”

He watched his bowl spin in the microwave, while trying to blow Jason up with sheer willpower.  Maybe if he thought hard enough, he’d discover latent super power abilities and make Jason disappear.  

It could happen. 

“But what I don’t get is: What did you do?”

“What did I do?” Tim echoed, spinning to stare at Jason, “What the fuck do you mean, what did I do?”

“To piss him off.”  

“Does it matter?” 

“Well, sure.  You always seemed like a goody-goody to me.  Daddy’s perfect little solider.  What could you possibly do to-”

“I didn’t do anything,” Tim shouted, “Just like you didn’t do anything, and Dick didn’t do anything to deserve it.  No one-”

“Let’s be fair here, Timbo.  I tried to kill a dude.” 

“So?” Tim asked, shaking his head, “Why does that make it okay for your literal Dad to attack you?”

Jason opened his mouth, but then just blinked at Tim. 

“He- He-” Tim said, absolutely flabbergasted by Jason’s apparent… acceptance? Of all this?  Out of all the people in the world, Tim thought Jason would understand.  

Abuse was abuse.  It was wrong.  Regardless of what the victim did.

“I didn’t do anything,” he said, as his hand started to shake.  He stepped forward and gripped onto one of the bar stools at his island, and kept going, “And that’s what no one seems to get.”

And Bruce had… Bruce had abused him. Hadn’t he?

That’s what this was. It wasn’t just an attack. It wasn’t just….and… he’d done it to Jason before him.  And Dick before that.  

“Parents are supposed to- Dads are supposed to- supposed to love their kids,” Tim said, his voice quieting with each word, as his focus slipped from Jason, to off in the distance.  

Bruce was their dad.  And he was abusive.  

“Tim.” 

“I was just telling him I cared,” Tim snapped, angry Jason was making him feel things when all he wanted was some soup and an episode of The Simpsons.  Or, maybe something like Futurama would be better.  “And he just- he just…”

“Tim.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Tim whispered, needing to let go of the bar stool to wipe at his eyes.

Jason slowly got up and came to the counter, then sat down on the other side of the island.  Sat his hands on the counter, then splayed out his fingers while he stared at them.

Eventually, long after the microwave had beeped, and Tim had ignored it in favor of staring at Jason’s hands, too, while he tried to keep his vision from blurring any further, Jason said, “Sorry, kid.”  

“It was wrong,” Tim said numbly, and Jason just nodded, “it was wrong when he did it to you, too.”

At that, Jason scrubbed at his own eye, just briefly, before he seemed to realize he was doing it and put his hand back down on the counter.  “It’s whatever,” he said, so nonchalantly that Tim realized Jason was a much better actor than he’d ever realized.  

“He’s our dad,” Tim whispered.

“Yeah.”

“That’s not how Dads are supposed to be.”  

- - - 

After that, he and Jason started hanging out.  Once a week or so.  Sometimes every other week, if one of them were off on a mission.

Jason was doing something in Gotham.  But Tim couldn’t bring himself to care.  Not even when he visited Jason at the Iceberg Lounge and realized that the Penguin was most definitely being held captive behind the fish tank in his office.  

Tim had nothing to do with Gotham anymore.  

And since Jason hadn’t said a word to him about any of it, Tim could just pretend he didn’t know. 

Besides, it’s not like Jason was killing.  

So he didn’t care.

It was nice, after all.  Having a big brother again.  

Clark had kidnapped Damian, it seemed.  

Well, Tim was pretty sure Bruce had allowed it to happen.  Clark probably threatened to expose Bruce, or something.  And took Damian home with him.  

But that was good.  It meant Tim didn’t have to intervene with Damian on a more personal level.  He was safe, and probably much better off with the Kents, anyway.  

He’d heard from Kon that they had bought Damian a bed and everything, suggesting that it was, perhaps, a rather permanent arrangement.  

Tim wouldn’t be surprised if they bought a bigger apartment by the end of the year, either.  

Sharing a room with Damian was probably pretty difficult. 

“You talked to the demon recently?” Jason asked from Tim’s couch, where he was hogging the entire damn thing so he could lay back and toss one of Tim’s coaster’s up into the air over and over.  

“No,” Tim admitted.  He felt kind of bad about it, but it wasn’t like it was his fault.  “I texted him a couple times, he told me to ‘fuck off’ in Damian speak.”  

Jason frowned as the caught the coaster, then looked over at Tim.  “How much you want to bet Bruce is taking his anger at Clark and everything out on Damian, and like, not talking to him at all?”

“Well, you know…I hate to say it, but good.” 

With that, Jason missed the coaster, and it smacked him right in the face.  He scowled and sat up, saying, “Tim…”

“He’s better without Bruce.”

“Damian won’t feel that way.”

“Don’t care,” Tim hummed, grabbing the remote to put something on.  To end this conversation. “It’s the truth. He’ll get over it.”

Tim felt bad, though.  Not reaching out better. Not making himself present in Damian’s life. The way the ‘family’ had split over this whole ordeal was disgusting, in his opinion.  Basically him and Jason vs everyone else, and then Damian off in his own world, protected by the Kents. Where no one wanted to interfere.  

It was like everyone had abandoned him. After he’d already lost Dick. 

But Damian hated Tim. So why would Tim reaching out now do any good?

“He’s just a kid, though.”  

- - - 

#Tim Drake #Jason todd #Damian Wayne #Bruce Wayne #child abuse #bruce being a bad dad :( #bad dad bruce #tom king #'s world #I tag that on these because I know some of my mutuals have the tag blocked #because they don't want to see anything to do with this arc #and I totally get that #life with the kents #this won't be cross posted on ao3 yet #since its a rough draft #any and all of it is subject to change #depending on whether it ends up being relevant to the overall story #batman #batfam #batman 71 aftermath

[fairy-writes]

So I binged RWBY season 7 today and made notes. Here are said notes and thoughts on the episodes!

So my notes will probably not be in any particular order because my brain hops from point to point and forward one and back three so sorry if it’s confusing!

Ep 1: 

Qrow’s voice actor gave me a heart attack, I forgot they changed his voice actor. I honestly thought I was watching Darker than Black or My Hero Academia with his voice.But I like it! Jason Liebrecht is one of my favorite voice actors!

James Ironwood makes me so sad because I love him and he’s trying his best.

I had a problem initially with the animation of the fight scenes, I think they just seemed too… smeared? I can’t quite place it but I had a hard time keeping up with what moves the characters were performing.

I wish I could have seen the tuning of Maria’s eyes! I was getting serious FMA vibes with automail and whatnot but I didn’t get to see the procedures Doctor Pietro performed!!

Oscar getting to fight was probably one of my favorite scenes, I love my farm boy and I’m hoping Ozpin comes back at some point!

I’m… conflicted on Penny returning… I mean, it makes sense that she would be rebuilt, but as something that had an impact on Ruby in the past with her being destroyed… they kind of just… brushed it off…

Ace Ops! I like them already! I got a request for someone from Ace Ops and I’m excited to get to know them all!

Also, I would have preferred it if RWBY went with security in the beginning (IT PROBABLY WOULD HAVE BEEN A LOT EASIER), but they have to be rats and not do that so meh.

Also, Weiss is worried about being sent back to her dad. Call me dumb, but isn’t she a legal adult and doesn’t have to live with him if she doesn’t want to? Like? Legally she has a say?

Ep 2:

I have a feeling the Ace Ops are treated like pit bulls, have a bad rap and people either hate them or are terrified. But they are intensely loyal and are actually good people.

Ok ok ok, they want to see Ironwood, illegally mind you. By breaking in and sneaking in to see him. But the second they get caught (RIGHTFULLY SO, YOU ARE SNEAKING INTO A KINGDOM) and are taken to see him legally… they get all mopey and sad. JUST OBEY THE LAW PEOPLE

I don’t know why I’m so focused on the detail in everyone’s shoes. But I am.

Winter is in the right for being upset at Weiss. I WOULD BE TOO.

I AM SUPPORTING AND TRUSTING IRONWOOD, JUST SAYING THAT NOW

Ironwood’s plan makes sense, I do believe the people should know about Salem.

Also, why is Qrow all buddy buddy with Ozpin again? He was talking about him like he missed him, but I was under the impression that he hated Ozpin after learning his background.

WHY ARE YOU LYING TO IRONWOOD RUBY?! THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU DIDN’T WANT WITH OZ. I can tell Ironwood knows something is off but he can’t tell what.

Not sure when to put this, but i hope they bring up everything with Adam, like I hope it is part of Blake’s and Yang’s character development.

Qrow getting a hug from Ironwood makes me happy, he needs some happiness and friends in his life!!

I like the Ace Ops, the guy with the wolf tail is going to be one of my favorites I can tell But I’m biased and like anything to do with dogs.

Ep 3:

UPGRADES TO THE WEAPONS YES

This leader of the Ace Ops is really cool, I like him but I can’t really get the image out of my mind that he probably plays soccer or something. Like a soccer dad or something.

The initial designs or Team RWBY looked cool in theory, but I don’t think they translate to the animation style very well. I’d have to say Ruby’s is probably my favorite, except for her hair. She looks like a duck. It looks like they were almost going for an Edward Elric or Meliodas style cowlick but it didn’t work out too well.

Again, wolf faunus guy is going to be my favorite.

The zippers of Blake’s costume is bugging me, just a note.

And Oscar bringing up the lying is great and I love it.

Not going to lie, Blake getting attacked by the Haunter looking grimm or whatever it was, gave me a big jump scare.

Centipede grimm… what’s 1000-7 anyone? No? Okay I’ll shut up.

I want Qrow and the leader of the Ace Ops to be friends, Qrow needs friends.

I LOVE THE ACE OPS ITS OFFICIAL

ALL OF THEM ARE MY CHILDREN

Also it’s really nice to see graduated huntsmen in action, working as a team and all. We really only have seen Qrow by himself but it’s cool to see a team in action!

Another speed semblance is awesome and I love it!!

Clover has a good luck semblance? Why is that so funny to me?

Also watching Marrow parade Ruby around is the epitome of cute.

DAMN IT TYRIAN DON’T SCARE ME LIKE THAT

Also, did they ever explain why his eyes turn purple?

Ep 4:

I like that the Ace Ops are civilized with each other but don’t act like best buddies. It’s a really cool change from the buddy buddy attitude of RWBY and JNR.

I’m still hating Jaune’s hair cut.

Yaaaaaaaaaaay murder!

I’m also not sure how I feel about Qrow’s outfit, it almost makes him look like a toy soldier.

And yaaaassss Ironwood bashing Jaques is one of the best things ever.

Also I think they’re forgetting the fact that Weiss is a legal adult?

And Papa Schnee is gaslighting Weiss, I hope people call that out.

He’s also threatening military personnel and Ironwood at that. You know that talk about the noose and stuff… Isn’t that illegal?

I can tell Penny is going to bug me, I really believe that she could’ve been written out.

Really dumb, but can Yang feel pain if she disconnects her arm? How does she move it? Is it like Fullmetal Alchemist’s automail?

I think Ozpin does trust others with the whole truth, not just himself. I think Qrow is lying to himself to make himself feel better.

I 100% believe Summer would have trusted in Oz and pressed on with what he had planned. But hey, that’s just me.

It still throws me off when Watts talks because he’s also All Might and those are two very different people.

I feel like they are trying to build tension by ending every episode with the villains, but that’s starting to get old and I’m only on episode 4

Ep 5: 

Ruby is a morning person and it’s already wearing me out.

This almost slice of life scene is really nice!

I like that it shows that team RWBY and JNR are really adept at fighting and all, but it also shows that Ace Ops are superior.

Nora riding her hammer like a Mario Kart is awesome

YAY NEON’S BACK

Also Neon, Oscar is like 14, back off

Ren is being sad boy and it makes me sad too.

Qrow and Clover having a minute to be friends is nice!

And how easily did Qrow give up drinking? That’s not really something you just… give up?

Robyn (Robin?) makes a good point, Mantle does need help and they aren’t getting it. But she’s going about it the wrong way.

Pipsqueak and 5 o’clock shadow are excellent nicknames.

Training between Winter and Weiss is really cool! I like the little sisterly bonding scenes are really sweet!

Weiss makes a good point, everyone is doing what they think is right, even if it doesn’t look like it.

I don’t like that they are keeping the Winter Maiden almost as a prisoner, but I can also see why he’s doing it the way he is. And the fact that Winter is accepting it the way she is is such a breath of fresh air from a classic hero’s arc she could’ve been put down.

I still trust Ironwood! That’s all I’m saying!

I also believe that Yang and Blake should branch out and work with others, not just each other. It isn’t healthy. Especially if the writers aren’t TALKING ABOUT ADAM.

PLEASE TALK ABOUT ADAM, THAT’S A HUGE TRAUMATIZING EXPERIENCE THAT THEY AREN’T TALKING ABOUT

Ep 6: 

Nora’s bringing up a point that is really important!! Maybe Ozpin couldn’t beat Salem but maybe someone else can! Maybe Ruby can once she gets a hold on her silver eyes!

Marrow is still my favorite, I love him so much.

The little sheep faunus that follows Robyn around is so cute. Her weapon is not so cute. But I love her anyway. I LOVE FAUNUS OKAY

I feel like Rooster Teeth is trying to push the subtle message of getting registered to vote and I’m lowkey cackling.

Okay, serious thing here. I love that Renora is a ship that sailed. Really I do, it’s probably my favorite RWBY ship. (though I like to think it sailed a while ago) But I feel like we didn’t really earn that kiss? Like I feel like it would have been better if they hadn’t argued and like it was a last ditch effort to stop said argument. I don’t know, I have a lot of feelings about it.

Watching Tyrian in action is super cool! The way he was animated is so fluid and mesmerizing and I really love it! Great job Rooster Teeth!!

Also Watts almost looked like a conductor and if that’s what Rooster Teeth is going for I applaud them. But also, on the funny side, it looks like he’s waving his arms around like a maniac.

Penny being framed is really neat, but why do I feel like it’s going to be brushed off?

Marrow telling everyone to stay is hilarious to me and I love it.

Papa Schnee pledging to serve while Grimm are attacking is a really cool parallel.

According to the end credits, I’m taller than Ruby… For once I’m taller than an anime character other than Edward Elric!

Ep 7:

Penny’s head pat is so cute.

I understand why Ironwood put the ban on assembly and the curfew up. It makes sense while they’re trying to catch Tyrian.

Also the semblance that gives someone the ability to turn things invisible?! Dude that’s so cool!!

Everything Ironwood and Ace Ops are saying makes sense. I can see how his mind is working and I can tell he’s just trying to keep everyone safe.

Also, where has Maria been? What has she been doing?

“Why can’t people do what they used to and fight to the death?” Maria I love you.

Blake being Batman over here, my goodness.

Blake using Dust with her semblance again! Finally!

Hahaha cutting off swearing is probably one of my favorite tropes.

James wanting to ask and talking to Ozpin hurts my heart. I just want Ozpin back!!

Seeing someone still messed up by the Fall of Beacon is really nice, everyone else seems to brush it off.

Ep 8:

I hate dinner parties… I have a feeling this won’t go well…

“Sir, with all due respect, you’d have to pay me.” OMG Winter I’m dead XD

I hope Weiss has a song in this like “This Life is Mine” I really really hope she does.

Also THIS IS THE PERFECT CHANCE TO HAVE FORMAL WEAR

I WANT TO SEE THEM IN FORMAL WEAR

Awww I liked Klein :(

Qrow and Clover’s friendship is so nice, I like it :)

Part of me wishes Whitley had a wardrobe upgrade. It would have been a nice change of color!

Oscar eating in the background is me in any social situation.

Why does every rich businessman have a long ass dining table? Seriously? Why?

Ren looks so proud of himself, also seeing Whitley doused in wine is hilarious. Also, purple really is his color!

Guys? Please let Ironwood talk? You want to know why but you keep interrupting him before he can get a word out.

YAS WINTER GO OFF ON HIM

It’s also a nice touch that all the people on Papa Schnee’s side has wine while everyone else has water, I don’t know if it was intentional but I noticed it and thought it was cool!

Weiss’s mom is very pretty! I’m also really glad to see Weiss actually talking to her mom. And seeing her mom trying to talk some sense into Weiss is really cool too. 

Ep 9: 

Ok ok, PLEASE STOP INTERRUPTING IRONWOOD! DIDN’T ANYONE TEACH YOU BETTER?!

Question about Robyn’s semblance, would it work with Ironwood’s prosthetic side?

“You are under arrest! Can I do that?” One of my favorite quotes in this show.

Please Winter, just sock Papa Schnee in the face.

Yes James, Robyn knows. Because people who CAN’T KEEP A SECRET TOLD HER

I forgot how much I love the designs of the bigger grimm, I mean. The other ones are fine. But the giant ones? Masterpieces

I’m starting to ship Robyn and Ironwood, they have the potential for ‘enemies to lovers’ kind of fanfictions.

“You aren’t alone.” OKAY RUBY HOW ABOUT YOU TELL HIM YOUR SECRETS?!

Stupid question I started thinking of, how much do Huntsmen get paid?

“Ugh kids” I feel you Marrow, I feel you

Please give Ironwood a break, he needs a vacation. Petition to give Ironwood a vacation!

The music, I keep forgetting how much I love the instrumental music in RWBY.

Aaaaaaaaand Neo and Cinder are back… no one saw this coming… BECAUSE IT WASN’T SET UP BEFORE

Writers of RWBY… please set up things like that little by little! Even if it was just something small, like a glimpse or something! Not just throwing them back in the story because of the potential conflict it would cause!

Ep 10: 

Yesssssss big strong queen on the Ace Ops!

The slow piano during Ironwood’s speech is really pretty. It’s giving me goosebumps!

Ironwood’s speeches are some of the best anime speeches I’ve ever heard, the music choice really helps make it so much more impactful.

“Our tin soldier’s heart has lost his mind.” Nice tin man reference!

“The timeline has changed.” Cinder are you a time traveler now?

HELL YEAH I’VE ALWAYS WANTED SOMEONE TO HAVE A BAZOOKA

Also, I think people forget just how terrifying elephants can be until they are RUNNING RIGHT AT YOU

Ruby this would be really nice if you would use your silver eyes right about now

Penny looked legit like someone out of Dragon Ball Z and it’s making me cackle.

The whole thing with Robyn, Qrow, and Clover vs Tyrian is something I’ve heard very vague things about and I’m not looking forward to it.

SUPERHERO LANDING BITCH

All Might vs Ironwood… I’M READY!!!

Ep 11: 

FINALLY AN IRONWOOD SONG

I’ll have to look at the lyrics after, but it’s really cool to see Ironwood in action!!

I mean we saw him in action back at the Fall of Beacon, but this is against another human being!

A detail I wish was added was Ironwood’s punches landing differently with half of his body being metal and the other half being flesh.

Also Ironwood… Please be okay, please don’t lose an arm…

The fight between Tyrian and the three was very short but very clean and nice!

Ironwood falling into paranoia is out of character in my opinion. But you know, just my opinion, the writers don’t seem to care about him much.

OH SHIT SALEM

“Set the stage for me.” You and what army?

RIGHT THE FLYING MONKEY ARMY I FORGOT

Summer Rose and the screaming is messing with my head.

Apparently it’s messing with Ruby’s too…

I don’t know why they’re so worried about Ironwood doing what he’s doing. It does make sense. And team RWBY’s choices are finally coming to bite them in the ass, it makes me happy!

Except for leaving Mantle to die, I think that’s the only thing I don’t like. But casualties are always a part of war.

Okay RWBY… you guys are a bunch of kids, and what’s your plan? You don’t have one! Ironwood came up with a plan against Salem! It does mean people are going to die and yes it’s sad, but people die a lot and more are going to be killed if you try and do something stupid and reckless.

But I’m anticipating that RWBY and Co. are going to win because of their protagonist powers.

Ep 12: 

Children children don’t fight. Though Tyrian is making me laugh.

I wish they all talked about it like civil adults, but I suppose Robyn is a bit too childish.

I want Ace Ops to win, but they won’t because protagonist powers and it kind of pisses me off.

You know, all Marrow has to do is use his semblance right?

As gross as it is, it’s kinda cool seeing how Tyrian got out of his restraints.

OK WHY IS HE TEAMING UP WITH TYRIAN?! It makes no sense? It would’ve made more sense if they both teamed up on Tyrian and then fought after, maybe they wouldn’t have had to fight because Qrow genuinely found a friend in Clover so he’d give up so he can also get to Ruby.

Also Blake and Yang probably broke her back.

Seeing Ruby go toe to toe with someone and only won because Weiss intervened was cool.

Aaaaaaaaand Ace Ops is down and I’m pissed.

AND NOW CLOVER IS DEAD?! YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THIS COMING ASSHOLE!!

TEAMING UP WITH A SERIAL KILLER AND EXPECTING HIM TO NOT KILL HIM IS LIKE EXPECTING SOMEONE NOT TO BREATHE.

Clover just wanted to trust Qrow. THAT’S ALL HE WANTED.

But not gonna lie, seeing Qrow cry still makes me upset. 

It seems like the writers are taking away anyone who either gets shipped with Qrow, or whoever he has a relationship with that isn’t RWBY. Ozpin? Gone. Ironwood? Pretty much estranged and not seeing eye to eye anymore. Tai? Who knows what’s happening with him.

Ep 13 (Finale): 

I’m not excited for the finale.

I’m really not.

But starting it off with a fight with Neo is a cool idea.

Seeing her fight using her umbrella is always one of my favorite things about her character.

And now a fight with Cinder vs Winter and Penny.

“It just makes us hungrier and I refuse to starve.” Really cool quote! Even though Cinder is probably one of my least favorite characters.

Winter using her summoning thing to make a manticore was super cool too!

Penny saving Winter, please tell me they become friends after this.

“My life doesn’t matter!” “I disagree!” Okay okay Penny gains one point in my character list for this quote.

Seeing Neo as Nora was cool, though I don’t understand why Ren was hesitating to attack her. They’ve surely spared before right? Like he shouldn’t hesitate that much? 

But him crying is really really sad.

YAS BOSS ASS BITCH WINTER MAIDEN OLD LADY

I really wish we could’ve seen her personality more, she seems really nice.

Though I gotta say, her exploding with power was really epic.

Ren please don’t scream, it hurts my heart.

Please don’t make Penny the winter maiden. If she becomes the maiden then I’m going to riot.

DAMN IT SHE’S THE MAIDEN

That pose Oscar, you’re becoming Ozpin. And I miss my wizard. I want him to come back.

Him using the cane as an actual cane because he’s injured is really cool. Plus the fact that he draws so much comfort from Ozpin’s cane is so sweet.

Ironwood is going down a dark path because the writers want him to and it’s pissing me off to no end.

SHOOTING OSCAR ISN’T IN CHARACTER FOR IRONWOOD OKAY?!

Winter cutting off Cinder’s arm is one of the best things in this episode

OZPIN IS BACK AND THAT’S ALL I CARE ABOUT

Now Ruby decides to use her silver eyes?

OZPIN IS BACK BITCHES

Literally all I care about is Ozpin coming back, though the song is pretty I guess. 

Part of me is happy Qrow is arrested.

Winter forcing Weiss and Co to run is really sweet and touching in her own way. She just wants her sister to be safe.

Cinder ticks me off, she’s very childish and if that’s supposed to be the point it’s working. She’s not really all that intimidating

Now Salem has a flying whale? Is this a reference to the whale that swallowed Pinocchio? 

OSCAR HAS MAGIC

OZPIN IS BACK

I WILL NOT STOP FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

That’s all my thoughts on this season of RWBY! Thanks for reading if you got this far! And my requests are OPEN for male rwby character x reader requests!

fairytailwzard over and out!~

#rwby #rwby volume 7 #rwby volume seven #rwby spoilers #rwby s7 #rwby vol7 #rwby volume 7 spoilers #long post

[supercasey]

So I watched Batman Ninja with my buddy Jason the other night...

Under a readmore because I'm screaming and y'all normal people don't need to see this shitshow.

So, like, to begin with; the animation is gorgeous- I will in no way try to deny that- and does a lot of cool things with the art style. You can tell a lot of work went into this movie, and while I personally find it so bad that it's funny, I'm not gonna shit on anyone who likes this film more seriously. (Also, I'm gonna shit on the outfits a lot, so sorry if that comes off as unintentionally racist. I am white and stupid.)

However, other than that... What the shit??? Was that??? I'm still reeling 48 hours later.

The basic plot of this wild ass movie (that I could figure out): Gorilla Grodd has built a time machine so he can go back in time and rule over Feudal Japan and change history (it never really specifies why he chose Japan of all places but go off, DC). He brings Deathstroke (my fav obviously), The Penguin, Two-Face, Poison Ivy, and The Joker + Harley Quinn (because if you want your plans to work you should absolutely bring in the disaster piece of shit that is The Joker).

Also Catwoman is here but from what I can tell it was accidental on her part/I think she's the one who fucked up the time machine??? Unclear.

So everyone goes to the past, including Batman, Alfred, and all the Robins (Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Damian Wayne as Robin) (none of the girls but let's be honest, I think they dodged a fucking bullet).

Batman ends up behind everyone else during the time traveling??? Not really explained, but now everyone has been in Japan for two years and Catwoman has depression.

Okay onto me rambling:

They have this scene where every villain gets a title card/one-liner, and everyone else but Deathstroke gets a line that fits their shtick. I feel like they had no idea what to do for a pun/joke, so there's just a literal pause then "... Yeah :)" from Deathstroke. I straight up scream-laughed so fucking hard.

All the Robins look so fucking stupid except for Tim. Nightwing looks like Goku, Red Hood has the tallest bucket on his head I've ever seen, and Damian's hair... good fucking lord.

Also, Damian is completely out of character. The people making this movie, I think, have never read a comic with Damian, and just made him into "annoyingly happy child character that is annoying as all fuck and talks to animals for no reason except Baby" and let me tell you, I got such whiplash from seeing that. Also Damian and Red Hood are apparently voiced by the same guy and my buddy Jason is freaking out about it lmao.

Joker's fucking UGLY next question.

Harley sounds low-key annoying in this film but that might just be me... feels like a lot of people who try to voice her make their voices as high-pitched as possible and it's very grating after awhile.

There's an amnesia plot??? Where Harley and Joker get amnesia after a boat fire??? Red Hood beats the fuck out of them and while I feel bad for Harley, fuck Joker, he can die. They get their memories back by seeing a plant... that looks like Joker's face... as my boy Deathstroke would say: "... Yeah."

There's a clan of Batman ninjas from the past and, tbh, they look pretty fucking cool and I thought they were a really neat concept. Doesn't excuse the bat ghost thing.

OH GOD THE ENDING FIGHT

Through a series of unfortunate events, Gorilla Grodd and all the other villains start fighting each other in giant mechas in order to decide who will rule Japan because of course they do.

My favorite parts from the villain fights:

Two-Face's robot is the shit of nightmares. At one point Deathstroke and Grodd are going at it, Two-Face gets between them, then FLIPS A COIN FOR WHO HE'LL BEAT ON (very in-character I guess but I was still screeching). Btw, he chooses to attack Grodd, and Slade just stands back like "... Yeah :)"

Can you tell that I'm not over that stupid line yet?

PENGUIN HAS SEMI-SENTIENT PENGUINS WORKING ON THE INSIDE OF HIS ROBOT WTF!?!? WHERE DID HE GET THEM!?

Poison Ivy is beautiful, next question.

Okay, back to everything in general:

Grodd reveals that he has been low-key mind controlling all of the other villains this entire time, and that he's the one who made everyone build giant robots. He attempts to take full control of everyone, but Joker does instead. This is maybe the most sane part of this entire goddamn movie.

ALL OF THE ROBOTS MORE OR LESS FORM VOLTRON, LADS!!!

So now our heroes (Batman, the Batsquad, and the Batclan) need to take on this giant robot... so what's a boy to do? Well, if you're Damian Wayne in this movie, you get a magic flute from Grodd after he nearly dies for you, and with the help of your baby monkey friend, summon an army of millions of monkeys that form a giant monkey.

This is a Batman movie. Just thought I'd remind y'all of that.

At first it doesn't work, but don't worry! Another monkey (wearing a pink bow to remind us that she's a girl and the other monkey's love interest) comes and helps Damian play the flute better so the monkeys are better.

Monkeys still aren't enough, so with the power of bats and probably a lot of weed being smoked, the bats that came out of literally nowhere form a giant Batman to punch Voltron.

(Side note: they destroy the arm that Deathstroke was controlling so I don't know why he isn't dead. Never explained. He isn't even really hurt!!!)

The Robins enter Voltron to fight the villains because Joker loses control of everyone: Nightwing vs Penguin, Red Hood vs Deathstroke, and I forget the other match-ups, but nothing matters except that Red Hood walking up to Deathstroke and saying "Tell you what... I'll let you take the first shot" was badass and the best part of the movie.

Too bad we didn't get full fights scenes between everyone 🙃

Batman nearly died??? But lived??? I was so lost at this point and probably should've been paying better attention, but I was too busy trying to convince myself this wasn't a fever dream.

They got back to the present and everyone lived happily ever after, the end :)

Notes: I'm sure I missed some shit but Jesus fucking Christmas, it was a wild ride from start to finish. It was, like, not that great storytelling wise, but it was so bad it was funny??? It was the "The Room" of Animated Batman films.

Batman is a fucking HIMBO in this movie. I dunno how to exactly explain it, but he makes so many stupid ass decisions throughout the movie, it's so funny. When he's trying to blend in with the townsfolk HE LITERALLY CUTS HIS HAIR TO HAVE THE BATSYMBOL ON THE TOP OF HIS FUCKING HEAD!!! WHO APPROVED THIS MOVIE!?!?

I have decided that Deathstroke didn't die because trans rights. Is he canon trans? Well, he is in my heart.

Jason Todd's voice actor did a great job with him, tbh I wish he had been more prominent in the movie.

I literally forgot Tim and Dick were there most of the time they were so unneeded in the plot.

I hated Damian but whatever.

I honestly did enjoy the movie, but probably not for the reasons the creators wanted me to. Again, nothing against the creators, but this was such an odd movie for 90% of it's run time.

7/10 would watch again, if only because it was so funny and nonsensical.

Ratings all together:

Animation: 10/10

Voice Acting: 7/10

Story (If taken seriously): 2/10

Story (if not serious): 8/10

All together; watch this if you're a Batman fan that feels like having a hilarious time and doesn't mind seeing your favorite characters be OOC or doing weird shit. I feel like this movie is best enjoyed on call/while hanging out with friends.

#dcu #dc #batman #bruce wayne #jason todd #damian wayne #tim drake #timothy drake #deathstroke #poison ivy #the penguin #the joker #joker #harley quinn #for jason #supercasey ramblings #thinking of doing a series of me reviewing/talking about batman movies and shows #but I dunno yet

[abitterlifethroughcinema]

                                            “Villains of Verano”

                    WOKE! Film Reviews for a Hot Time in the City

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                                              Lucas A Cavazos

No summer cinema season is complete without some bad guys and gals to muck things up oh just so right. These three films have just hit our movie screens, and while they don’t necessarily run circles round a boogeyman, they surely do make it easy to despise a few characters. Let’s

Once Upon a Time in Hollywood #### Quite likely one of the finest films I’ve seen all year, Quentin Tarantino’s latest film burst into Spanish cinemas this week, and I do declare that this is perhaps some of the most fun he has had making one of his celluloid, revenge opuses in years. Why, you ask? Because he gets to return to the envisioned Hollywood of his childhood and in this way, we the viewers get to escape into an idealised late 60s Los Angeles. Starring Leo DiCaprio, who plays former TV Western actor Rick Dalton, as well as, Brad Pitt as his stalwart driver and stunt double, Cliff Booth, director Tarantino takes us into the hills to his Cielo Drive home and lets comical magic just flow. What we then learn is that his next door neighbours are Roman Polanski and his young actress and beautiful wife, Sharon Tate, played to utmost perfection by my newest fave actress over the last few years, Margot Robbie. It is certainly important to state that Tarantino more than takes his time giving us plenty to think about. I’ve heard that DiCaprio would not permit workers on set to look him in the eyes, even when speaking to him…only other actors of his ilk. If that is so, and it likely is, fuck him, but boy does the director do his fair job making us look at our own desperate attempts to not be left stuck in the past when we so want to be relevant in the here and now. DiCaprio plays this fear to utter success and there are so many joyously hilarious scenes that should earn him a spot on actors’ awards lists later this year, assuredly. But it’s the scenes with Pitt as Cliff that engage us and ingratiate us more into the goings-on of the time and just how easily Tarantino starts to play historian and detailing the scenes of US-American life via California, long before it was a Democratic/liberal haven. Using Pitt in his car, we meet some of the guys and gals that were clamouring together at the Spahn Ranch, and we even meet Charlie Manson for a quick spell. And one gets roused by the way Tarantino also tips his hat to filmmakers of yesteryear, players like Sergio Leone or the silly minds behind Sharon Tate’s film Wrecking Crew, nothing lost on me, and he paints a picture that definitely comes across as nostalgia gone all-too-real. When the finale presents itself, and it does so on an evening that hints at incorporating a good time and all next to Polanski’s compound, we kind of know what we are in for, but naturally Tarantino loves to paint history to his own liking. We then determine who lives on and who doesn’t. One thing should be known: Tarantino and his oeuvre will continue to live on proudly…Loves!

Cold Pursuit ###  Oh Liam Neeson, we verily know thee…If you think that this is just another over-55/60 year-old, angry dad getting revenge movie that the actor’s been so famous for the last decade, you’d be right. If you think that this may be the last in the tired genre that he can possibly eke out to moderate success, you’d also be very correct! As it stands now, the film which cost roughly $60 million to make has only recuperated $75 million in its worldwide box office. Let it be known that a film, in order to be considered financially successful, in this millennial digi-age in which we live, a film must garner two-and-a-half to three times more than its total budget. To have a varied cast that also includes Laura Dern as Neeson’s wife, as well as, TV faves Emmy Rossum and Tom Bateman, you certainly lack not for having a set of decent, emotionally-charged actors. The challenge with this hopefully last of the Livid & Vengeful Neeson series is that we dive so quickly and head-long into his pursuit of the band of no-goodniks who attacked his family and thereby set off the action which the film follows. Norwegian film director Hans Petter Moland remakes his own film from five years back, merely changing the main character’s name from Nils Dickman to Neeson’s Nels Coxman. Phallic naming aside, the film’s Denver setting does little to paint a picaresque action film and instead, stays true to the Neeson theme of late, pursuing him as he pursues those responsible for his family member’s demise until he slowly makes his way to the top drug lord. How this ski-lift plow man has the skills to bust up a ring like this and simply murder away is beyond anyone, except perhaps the Native Americano thugs thrown in for, I suppose, PC measure although that falls flat. In the end, what we get is a sometimes engaging, sometimes too formulaic film and a pile of mob boss and Native American villains do nothing to enhance the fun. Over it…NEXT!

Fast & Furious Presents Hobbs and Shaw ###-1/2… Say what you will about this interminable franchise as one must certainly have an opinion about this modern testosterone putz-fest by now, but man alive, do they serve up incredible, often impeccable, action sequences that either keep you at the edge of or throw you right the hell off of your seat. A couple of flicks ago, we had to say our goodbyes to poor Paul Walker after his uncannily and ill-fated final car ride demise. Since then, the last F&F was a sad complaint of a film, cast members had a series of rows and since Dwayne Johnson is also a businessman, his smart self decided to screw over shmuck Vin Diesel and silly-ass Tyrese and buddy up with charming Brit Jason Statham and POOF!... another branch of the series is born! This time around, we focus on a more comical, emotional and familial Hobbs and Shaw as, early on, we see a split-screen sequence between their US/UK lives, but soon enough after that, the action gets legit lit when we’re introduced to Shaw’s sister and criminal Hattie (Vanessa Kirby) who has been in possession of a fast-acting super-virus which can jelly one’s guts instantly. Throw in eye candy delight Idris Elba and a Robin Hood-esque attempt at “saving humanity’ from the spread of this virus only serves to boost the action and fun when we realise we’re also up against a real villain of verano, which in this case is a big tech demon called Etheon. As all my readers know, I despise spoilers so all I can say is that, even when the film cuts to a boring scene or two, it is the symbiotic nature and wittiness between the main characters that keep you smiling and highly convinced that F&F should be put to rest please and the mid-life crises adventures of Hobbs and Shaw should slide easily into its place…perhaps served up with non-stop celeb cameos and hot cars as always.

#Tarantino #OnceUponATimeInHollywood #DiCaprio #BradPitt #dadsploitation #ColdPursuit #LiamNeeson #LauraDern #VillainsOfVerano #CinemaLife #HobbsandShaw #DwayneJohnson #JasonStatham #VanessaKirby #VOSEng #FastandFurious #EnglishRadioBCN #ABitterLifeThroughCinema #WOKE

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

Hey, I don't know if it's too late for any ships; if it is I'm extremely sorry for bothering you. I was just wondering if you could see me shipped with any of the BohRap guys. I'm an 18 year old Indian girl, currently stuck in college. I have medium length dark brown hair and I wear spectacles. I absolutely love Queen, football (not the American one) 80s teen movies and reading Agatha Christie. Your posts are something I always look forward to. 💕

absolutely! i’ll put your ship below the cut even tho its just one - dont want to spam everyones tl hehe

I ship you with Gwilym Lee! (whew these new gifs of him from the robin hood thing..... could i be turning into a gwilym girl??? also, i make heart eyes whenever i see a gif is from @mazzelloplots​ - as someone wise on the tl said, the devil works hard but ppl who create gifs work harder)

I think you two would work so well together, even with the age difference. Gwilym is such a softy, and he’d definitely worry about your age difference at first, but I don’t think he could stay away from you after long - your intellect paired with your knowledge about Agatha Christie and 80′s movies would be too enticing to pass up.

And although Gwil is more of a rugby guy, he still likes to watch football with you, and even goes to matches with you and Ben, who was your go-to for all things football-related.

Actually, Ben was the reason you met Gwilym in the first place. You’d been friends with Ben for years because of your families, and you were watching a football match at Ben’s house when Gwilym Facetimed him. Ben’s phone was on the counter in the kitchen with you, while he was out in the living room, eyes glued to the TV.

You recognized the face as someone he was working with on BoRhap, and raised an eyebrow as Ben gave a noncommittal grunt from the couch. “Who is it?”

“That Welsh Wanker?” you read out his contact name, Ben snorting and not taking his eyes off the game before waving dismissively.

“You can answer it. Tell him I’ll be there in a moment.”

Taking a deep breath, you hit the green button and answered the call, smiling a bit uncomfortably as the Welsh Wanker’s face filled up the screen, clearly not recognizing you either.

“Er, hello,” he greeted awkwardly, giving you a small smile and glancing between his phone and what seemed to be the road. It looked like he was driving and using a car mount to Facetime Ben. “Is Ben around? Did I call the wrong number? Don’t remember having your number in my phone, think I’d remember your face.”

“No, right number,” you laughed at the muted flirtation from him, walking out to the living room with the phone before plopping down on the couch next to Ben. You showed Gwilym the screen of the TV before panning to Ben, whose eyes were glazed over with focus.

“Ah,” Gwilym laughed, recognizing the football match and shaking his head. “Well, will you please tell him he promised we’d go out for drinks tonight? I’m a couple blocks from his flat and he’d better be ready.”

“Fat chance of that, mate,” Ben snorted, half-listening to Gwilym while he kept his eyes on the screen. “We can have drinks here, on me.”

“How very thoughtful,” you teased, getting a laugh out of the man on the phone. It was a heart laugh, one that was contagious, and you laughed with him as you handed the phone to Ben, who took it reluctantly.

“Well, I’ll be in after a few moments, then,” the Welsh man assented, hanging up with a quick goodbye. When there was finally a knock on the door, Ben groaned as he realized you weren’t going to answer his door too. When he returned from the door, a tall, moderately toned and unbelievably handsome man was in tow, smiling in recognition when he saw you and reaching out his hand when he took up residency in the seat adjacent to the couch. “Sorry I didn’t catch your name on the phone, I’m Gwilym, and you are?”

Taking his hand, you smiled in response and only rolled your eyes a bit when Ben made noises of teasing mockery at the unwavering way Gwilym stared at you. “I’m Y/N, sorry about all of this. I kind of stole Ben for the night, our team’s playing.”

“Oh, you follow football?” Gwilym asked, retracting his hand and forcing himself to tear his eyes away from you.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she’s a bigger fan than me,” Ben interjected, and you had to agree with that, shrugging and grinning sheepishly. 

The rest of the night, Gwilym chatted back and forth with you, and he was delighted to find out you were a big 80′s movies fan. Although he couldn’t say they were his absolute favorites, he did grow up on quite a few of them, so for someone your age to express interest in them was quite intriguing to him. 

So intriguing, that you ended up planning a movie night together. Following that, you had a plethora of movie nights, Gwilym showing you all kinds of 80′s teen movies you hadn’t even heard of, as well as ones you dearly loved already. And when a nearby theater was briefly showing Say Anything, he took that perfect opportunity to ask you to be his girlfriend in his terribly rambling, convoluted way of saying it.

In fact, he sounded like he was about to have a panic attack.

“Look, I’m just as concerned about the age thing as anyone else, I mean, the tabloids are going to go nuts for this, but as long as you don’t care, I don’t care. And I don’t want you to feel pressured int-”

“Gwilym?” you cut him off, raising an eyebrow as the credits started to roll, people exiting the theater in the dim light and giving no particular attention to the two of you. Gwilym’s arm was around your shoulder, holding you protectively, and your hand was on his knee - to the untrained eye, you looked like any other couple in the theater. “What are you trying to say?”

After a deep sigh, he laughed a bit at himself and scratched his head for a moment, then gave you a charming, bashful smile. “Will you be my girlfriend? Please?”

Grinning widely, you just stared at him for a moment before nodding, and his body visibly deflated in relief as he leaned in for a quick, chaste kiss that still made you momentarily dizzy. When he pulled away, you gazed up at him almost dreamily, and his eyes reflected the same look, although there was still a hint of worry.

“You’re sure you don’t mind the age difference?”

“Gwilym, stop it with the age thing!” you laughed, giving his leg a gentle pat before you stood up, stretching a bit as you waited for him to join you. “The only thing I’d mind is if this turned into some sort of Our Love Is God/Jason Dean type thing, which I seriously don’t see you pulling. I think you’d crumble into pieces before you could even try to lie to me about German bullets.”

“Hey! Give me some credit, I’m an actor!”

“You’re not helping your case, Gwil. The point is that you shouldn’t be Jason.”

[dyketectivecomics]

Again, I love your work! Is there any chance you can do a #66 (run for it!) or 84 (I just cleaned that!) regarding Jay/rae? In a similar realm, earlier, you mentioned in a post that the Bat family and Magic family interact often. I wonder if in that universe Dick had the unfortunate job of babysitting a young Jason and Raven and if they got into shenanigans under his watch. (You're the writer so take creative liberties, I'm just curious)

Honestly, anytime I work with an AU i usually have a general timeline I work with. Loose enough to allow for one-offs. Structured enough with stories that I really want to see in it (Arkham Exorcism obvsly, but Im also brainstorming a couple of other ideas rn too).

I hope this ficlet answers some of those questions & gives you an idea of where I want those relationships in this au! (i’ve touched on some of it in the tag ofc, & I try not to change things too much, but I havent actually written much for it till now. thanks for your interest ahhh)

…

Robin dove forward, narrowly avoiding the globs of mud that the villain threw his way. “Is that all you got, Clayface?! Try and hit me, ya boob!”

Okay, maybe he shouldn’t be egging on the former actor like this, but Nightwing asked for a distraction.

Key word being asked.

As much as Jason respected the hell out of Dick, he definitely wasn’t the boss of him. Bruce had made it very clear before they started patrol that night that they were to work together as partners. A prospect that Jason found incredibly amusing, considering the 16-year-old had flown in from clear across the country to try and recruit some prospective teen heroes along the east coast for his Titan team.

One of those heroes being Jason’s preferred partner, Raven.

Granted, Raven wasn’t in Gotham often enough for them to team up as much as he’d like, but she was still the most kick-ass teammate he’d had so far. They’d been in enough scrapes together in the past year to be on the same wavelength in thought, and in so many ways she had helped him to become a better, more empathetic hero.

Being Robin was absolutely magical, but partnering up with Raven? Positively enchanting.

So imagine his surprise when she had shown up, mid-patrol, to berate the two of them for missing out on a very obvious attack from (formerly) reformed villain Basil Karlo, aka Clayface, and partners new and old were found teaming up all together for the first time.

As the teen wonder hid behind a car for a moment’s reprieve, he wondered what Karlo must have wanted at the Miagani Botanical Gardens. It wasn’t like there was anything to steal, or anything especially rare to be found now that Isley had relocated the harder-to-care-for plants.

But maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe he was just there to wreck things.

He spotted Raven phasing herself and Nightwing through the wall of the building, the older hero quickly flinging a few of his freeze disks at the creature before she phased them back in. Robin took the opportunity as Clayface began to turn, to freeze his arm and legs in place.

Never a fool-proof plan when it came to taking him down, but it was their best shot.

Raven appeared at his side then with Nightwing in tow. “I don’t think that’ll-”

Clayface broke free before she could get the warning out. Nightwing turned to the younger duo.

“Run for it!”

He vaulted himself over the hood of the car, hurling another disk at the creature.

“Hop on!” Robin ordered after calling the R-cycle over. Raven’s arms wrapped securely around his waist as he revved the engine.

“Founder’s Island, Dad’s office!” She yelled over it’s roar. Robin didn’t have to think twice about it, they’d worked well-enough before for him to tell she had a plan now.

…

“I know it’s here, agh!” Raven made a mess of her foster father’s workspace (or at least more of a mess than it usually was), searching for something.

“Can’t you just, accio whatever it is so we can go help Dick?”

“I’ll get right on that, Dork Knight,” Raven shot back as she rifled through a drawer. “Aha! You kept the engine running right?”

“Yeah, now do you mind letting me in on the plan?”

Raven held up an amulet that Robin didn’t recognize. Then again, as with most of the things she dealt with, he’d had yet to fully understand even a fraction of the side of reality that she seemed to operate in. The designs on the object were intricate, and he supposed it would probably hold some value even merely as an artifact.

“Dad nicked this off of Killer Frost during one of his team-ups with the League. I need you and Nightwing to keep Clayface busy and lure him closer to here so I can set a trap. This should be powerful enough to freeze him in place.”

Breaking into a grin, Robin picked the girl up in a quick, twirling hug. “Raven, that’s perfect!”

“No time for premature celebration, boy blunder! Get moving!” He couldn’t help noticing the light blush that graced her face as he set her back down and raced out the door.

Just before he was out of earshot, he heard Constantine’s voice yelling behind him, “I just cleaned that!”

He was sure Raven wasn’t going to be in as much trouble over this, as she will be for bringing Gotham’s most well-known mud monster home.

#jayrae #Jason Todd #rachel roth #dick grayson #au: magic foster family #asked and answered #glamoursaurusrex #randywritesfic #aaahhhh thanks so much again! i hope this kinda got across where they're at?? #I'm honestly torn atm abt having raven join the titans or having her n jay do a yj thing #i might go with the latter but idk yet #this is def supposed to be a juxtaposition from the first jayrae fic i did in this au... which might be a little further back in the taglmao #still hope y'all like this & i hope it gets some of those ideas across

[lushscreamqueen]

Wes Craven’s CHILLER on the Schlocky Horror Picture Show

July 27, 2008

OPENING: Hello, good evening, and welcome to the Schlocky Horror Picture Show. I'm your host, Nigel Honeybone. "Welcome To The Wooorld Of Tomorrow!" as corporate executive Miles Creighton is cryogenically frozen for ten years until a suitable liver transplant is found and revive him. Unfortunately, his priest informs him his mind and body have been reanimated, but his soul...well his soul is gone...forever! Isn't a "get well soon" card more traditional? Watch, if you dare, as cult horror director Wes Craven attempts to break into the glamourous Made-For-TV movie market with a 1985 chiller called...Chiller! Talk about generic labeling... BREAK: Coming up we have more unfeeling monsters without souls, then after the ads we can get back to Wes Craven's Chiller...brrrrrr! MIDDLE: Welcome back to the Schlocky Horror Picture Show. What do I think is the best part of Wes Craven's Chiller? I like the introduction title sequence, maybe because it was inspired by the 1982 John Carpenter film The Thing, and almost as much inspired by the blood test they used in the 1998 film The Faculty. Did I say inspired? I meant to say ripped-off. Through no fault of actor Michael Beck, Miles is just a generic unfeeling monster. It doesn't work well for a TV movie because it's too restrained. He doesn't really kill anyone. His worst crime involves forcing an old man to walk up a long flight of stairs and suffer a heart attack. The fiend! Oh, has that happened in the film yet? I wouldn't want to give away any important plot points, of course. Just pretend I didn't say that...I know, I'll talk about the actors instead. Beck is probably best known for playing gang-leader Swan in the excellent 1979 cult action film The Warriors, probably the high point of his movie career. Low points in his career include playing Sonny Malone in the 1980 musical roller-flop Xanadu, and Lieutenant-Commander Dallas in the 1982 action roller-flop Megaforce, which was so bad...(how bad was it?)...it was so bad he received a Razzie nomination for Worst Supporting Actor. He couldn't even win that. But more recently he can be spotted in television shows like JAG, Robin's Hoods, as the Mars-born terrorist-turned cyborg assassin Abel Horn in the Babylon 5 episode A Spider In The Web, and in Walker Texas Ranger, because you don't say no to Chuck Norris. So not promising so far, but then we have Jill Schoelen's sweet face to look at, so even if your intelligence is insulted your eyes won't be. Jill is much loved not so much for her movies but for her looks. In one Psycho-inspired scene, Miles is seen Peeping-Tomming...is that a word? Anyway, he takes a shufty at Stacy through a hole he drilled while she undresses. I can't fault the man for that, really. I'd probably be drilling a hole of my own, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. Jill can be seen in other schlocky efforts like DC Cab, The Stepfather, The Curse II: The Bite, Cutting Class, The Phantom of the Opera, Popcorn, and the 1993 sequel to When A Stranger Calls, and the cunningly titled When a Stranger Calls Back. Her roles in more than half-a-dozen low-budget horror films has earned her a minor cult following and raising her to the status of scream queen. Speaking of queens, Jill Schoelen also dated Brad Pitt for a while. They were engaged for about three months, but then she broke off the engagement for The Phantom of the Opera. I guess the best man won. It would be terribly amiss of me not to mention respected character actor Paul Sorvino as Reverend Penny, whose impressive career includes the 1970 cult film Where's Poppa?, Day Of The Dolphin, Oh God!, Cruising, The Stuff, Goodfellas, The Rocketeer, and was frighteningly convincing as Henry Kissinger in Oliver Stone's Nixon. Sorvino also became a favourite of Warren Beatty's, and can be seen alongside Woggles in Reds, Dick Tracy, Bulworth and far too many others. He also fathered, possibly with Warren Beatty, Oscar winner Mira Sorvino. In Chiller, director Wes Craven uses a sledgehammer to make the connection between Miles being emotionally cold

with being physically cold as well. For some reason Wes thinks being cold and dead make you a heartless bastard, but that's just retarded. The metaphor is threadbare as it is, and he drives it into our heads as if nobody would be able to pick up on it on their own. Give us a little credit! Over the last three decades Craven has become an efficient, dependable film-maker who is obviously comfortable behind the camera, but there's no flair, no style, and very little imagination when it comes to horror. Freddy Krueger is really his only memorable contribution to the genre...everyone's entitled to one good day. Speaking of which, although Wes would never admit it, he and Friday The Thirteenth producer Sean Cunningham had worked together on the 1973 soft porn vampire comedy The Case Of The Smiling Stiffs, also known as The Case Of The Full Moon Murders, which means Freddy Versus Jason in 2003 was a thirty-year celebration of sorts for the two film makers. Try to find The Case Of The Smiling Stiffs if you can, I guarantee you'll find it more entertaining than most of their other efforts! But you can do that tomorrow. In the meantime I urge you to remain for the From-The-Freezer-To-The-Oven-To-The-Table excitement that is...Wes Craven's...Chiller! CLOSING: What the hell was that all about? At first Miles seems to be just your average sociopath who has no regard for anyone but himself. Then for the finale, his eyes suddenly become demonic and he's got super strength, lifting cops off the ground with one arm, and all that. My guess is that Wes Craven thought Miles just wasn't evil enough and made a last-minute decision to make him seem 'otherworldly' for the ending. It's these kind of efforts that makes "Made For Television" such a bad reputation. Both acting and direction are rather pedestrian, at best. Cold, you might say. Anyway, please join me next week when I have another opportunity to make your stomach turn and your flesh crawl with another lusting, slashing, ripping flesh-hungry, blood-mad massacre from the back side of the Public Domain on...The Schlocky Horror Picture Show. Toodles!

by Lushscreamqueen

[actionfigureinsider]

Number FIVE is alive! It’s time to take a look at the FIFTH #elsworlds #batmanmovie in Jason’s custom figure project • @toyotter Batman Triumphs With Gotham recovering from the Scarecrow and Poison Ivy’s rampage and the city blaming Batman, Bruce Wayne must ask himself if HE really is the cause of all this destruction? From the Joker, to Penguin, to Ivy…would Gotham be better off without a Batman at all? Not that he has time to suit up, with Wayne Entrprises suddenly the target of a hostile takeover. And at the height of his doubt comes the news that longtime ally Commissioner Gordon has been felled by a heart attack, just when the city needs him most! And Gordon’s replacement doesn’t seem all that interested in firing up the bat signal ever again… I really wanted the previous movie to bring Batman down so that this last arc could slowly rebuild him. And one thing I always loved about one of my favorite sequels, Son Of Kong, is that it opens with there being real consequences from the previous film; New York is suing Carl Denham for bringing King Kong to town in the first place! (Ghostbusters 2 flirts with this idea as well.) Why wouldn’t Gotham grow tired of these conflicts and instinctively turn against the Batman? And not in a Nolan way, but really hold him personally responsible for the impact to the city.

This fake movie is the most special to me, as it’s pretty much the only time I’ve ever done fan casting or had a “head canon” for a franchise as it was ongoing (maybe surprisingly, I’m usually pretty content to just see what the filmmakers have to show me and don’t really guess about movies before I see them). Much of the cast and plot I thought of right after Batman Forever was released and have held it in my head ever since as something that could have been such a wonderful film that we’ll never get to see. Batman & Robin not only had some of my characters AND actors I had wanted…they just used them very, very badly. I did add in a few new characters for my figures this time around, though… #actionfigures #photoshop #toydesign #toys #toycollection #toyotter #toysofinstagram #customfigures #customactionfigures #1989 #batman  https://www.instagram.com/p/CM3XoM1lnMT/?igshid=1sjswz95x23cf

#elsworlds #batmanmovie #actionfigures #photoshop #toydesign #toys #toycollection #toyotter #toysofinstagram #customfigures #customactionfigures #1989 #batman

[iphoenixrising]

this doesn't have to be a drabble request, but i'm curious, what was it like from dick and jay's perspective while Tim was slowly integrating himself into their lives? what were their first thoughts on tim, and how quickly did they fall for the good doctor?

@absolutely-flabbergasted Hi babe. You know, I think those two would just start by researching everything the could about this Doc since the guy picked up N, the potential threat his secret ident could have been exposed is still very real. I imagine they take extra time during a few patrol a week to check up on him, watch him during his shifts at the hospital, sees the life he leads.

They’re going to know as much about him as possible (you know, Bats and such). The first time N really calls out to him a second time is probably the roof page and the vigilante is probably out of options. When Tim actually shows, I’ll bet Hood is watching from a hidden corner to make sure the guy is legit. Doc patches N up and gets him down to the ground level by a back fire escape, keeping the vigilante on his feet long enough to get on the back of Hood’s bike in the alley or in the Batmobile beside a certain irritable (panicked) Robin. Who is probably appropriately snarky about the whole thing while leaping out and up to catch N’s other arm and demand how utterly stupid he must be to have gotten himself so greviously injured as to need help from a civilian.

(Honestly, Nightwing, you are an idiot. Love you too, Rob. Ah, damn that hurts. Take it easy on me, okay?)

But when Doc helps get N to whomever, he’s going to give after care instructions succently and you had better listen to this shit, Rob/Hood. That shrapnel could have had God knows what and infection is at an all time high right now. So the doc that didn’t even flinch, got a little respect from the Bats.

But say the first time Dr. Tim goes out into Gotham with his vigilante-only bag is his own choice, right? Police brought in several compromised victims, Joker venom, and a general direction. His radio lights up while Tim’s putting the last chart down, and the vigilantes are seen duking it out a few blocks away. And it’s just that moment, he goes to his satchel and empties all of it in Steph’s massive Mom purse, shoves it full of supplies and is gone.

So that’s the Robin/N fear toxin thing.

Jay. Jason Todd would step in because Dickie seems warm to this guy, and it takes less than a night to see why. He’s a doc, a nerd, and a nice piece of ass dangling right in front of them. But they play chess, and the calculation, making a plan, is all right there, and Jay gets more answer than he thought he’d find.

Scarecrow in the hospital. They know Tim’s there, they know his schedule before he does, and the beat B and Rob there, tearing into the Surgical Wing first just in case, and work their way down into the ER.

(And that damn scene with the IV stand was supposed to be almost like him with a bo, and the vigilantes being very impressed with how many he managed to take down.)

By the time he wakes up, the both of them are sprawled all over him anyway, watching the next Arrow on Netflix and making fun of how dramatic the actor playing Ollie is (even though it’s an ass they would both tap). And it’s…really comfortable that Tim goes back to unconsciousness for another hour or so until Hood slides out from under him to make breakfast and coffee.

It’s not long after that the two break the proverbial leash. Because even all fucked up after the attack on the hospital, he gets all up and pissed off about the two of them going on patrol when they’re still nursing their own injuries from the hospital take-down. His pointless rant on things like sepsis and walking penumonia you fucking ass hats, take a night off. And Tim might just be aggrevated enough to keep going. About how they’re both stupidly selfless and going to get themselves killed if they don’t stop and think about themselves once and a while. They do so fucking much for Gotham and the rest of the world with the teams they occassional ride with, and just dammit, give your body the time it needs to really heal. 

And he’s all out of breath, hands in his hair kind of frustrated, and it’s so close to I’m crazy for you both, stop hurting yourselves more that Hood drops the helmet and moves away from the window. Right across the floor, pushes Tim up against the wall while the Doc is still sputtering and kisses the absolute shit out of him.

And BOOM. Civilian Tim is in the mix

(Ah, that got long, didn’t it, babe?)

#winter answers #dr!tim #ask #vigilante boyfriends ftw