Fizz be the hypocrite calling Blitzo out for not visitng his sister, while they themself haven’t seen her in ages - their excuse? ‘ain’t like she is mine twin’
Barbie is also a bit in a grey area, we don’t know if they were close or not. Can go with the argument that Fizz tried keeping contact wiht her, it just - gotten to difficult to deal with once she become a alcholic and his job just didn’t allowed to have time anymore.
My Fizz would go say that he is done with the Buckzo fam, and like - in his head they mean it.
As mention the last two days, I do go with the hc cash mistreted Fizz too, at least to some extened.
Blitzo there is whole ass heartbreacking backstory that just changed Fizz as a whole.
They are just, done, getting dragged down by this whole familie. And don’t expect to come any good letting them back in again.
Even thoug they serectly still care, as they don’t want Blitz death - they just don’t want him to be part of their life anymore.
They feel a bit guilty, but more cause of Tilla, she be sadden to see that all happend they are sure.
And lookign at it, Blitzo showing up in there life again, seems to spawn trouble sonnish.
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Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".
Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"
And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".
Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.
At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.
So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!
Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!
Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!
Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.
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Dp x dc scenarios I forgot
Danny had just moved into the Wayne manor. The whole situation was messed up. Danny had been regularly targeted by mysterious beings and Danny being the second removed cousin of the Waynes was placed with Bruce. It did not help that he had black hair and blue eyes.
When Danny finally came from the airport he immediately requested to go to his room. And they were very understanding of his situation and didn't push much further. And left him alone.
Until Dick came over to check on him. And found him putting square papers in the corners and windows. All of them having been written in unknown language. That was faintly glowing green.
That was deeply. . . . Concerning. So Dick softly made himself known and slowly asked
"Um, whacha doing?" The teen turned to Dick, quickly like a spring being unloaded. Quick and precise. His eyes seemed so unmoving, like he was judging his very existence.
"Sorry. . . I am just putting up wards. Keeps the voices quiet, and the dead quieter."
Dick softly inhaled and mumbled " not dealing with that , alone. And decided to bring some reinforcements. Quickly
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Danny was more than annoyed. His parents managed to mess up big time to awaken old curses on the Fenton family bloodline. And now it was targeting him. As the currently strongest Fenton descendant .
I mean they were weak but they had sacrificed themselves and only have mind on their vengeance and In return became blood hounds that were annoying and loud.
And unmoving in their resolve.
He was losing a lot of sleep over this. Finally his parents decided to do something and in the mean time sent him off to a distant relative. Hoping that changing of custody can change his last name and forgive him from the curse.
Spoiler alert it didn't.
When he finally arrived at the manor he was already ready to pass out from exhaustion. And walked directly to his room and started preparing wards. It should help. In the middle of the preparation the oldest came and literally told him what he was doing. It didn't help that he was still cranky and that made him much weirder than usual. The man made a weird face and quickly excused himself.
Great another person who thinks he is a weirdo.
"Just what language is this" ughh another voice. He was not in the mood to play exposition. Nor in the mindset.
"The language of the unborn. " He just started quickly not done with the wards. It still needed protection against tampering.
"Uh huh"
"What does it do?" Another asked
"Keeps the voices away, the sources in the primordial soup and the forgotten whisperers as just a trace" he is aware he is being like clockwork but who cares. He is too tired to care.
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Bruce: Why didn't you tell me about Damian!
Jay: Cause you dress your kids like traffic lights and send them to fight crime!
Bruce: And Talia teaches hers to kill people!
Jay *master Gaslighter*: So we're not your kids anymore? Wow bruce. Just wow.
Bruce: *sigh™️ *
Damian: tt
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