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iguana-eyanna · 1 year

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I posted 91 times in 2022

55 posts created (60%)

36 posts reblogged (40%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 49 of my posts in 2022

Only 46% of my posts had no tags

#dc - 12 posts

#marvel - 12 posts

#dc comcis - 11 posts

#jason todd - 10 posts

#batman - 10 posts

#damian al ghul - 10 posts

#damian wayne - 10 posts

#dick grayson - 10 posts

#bruce wayne - 10 posts

#tim drake - 10 posts

Longest Tag: 33 characters

#sherlock holmes x pregnant reader

My Top Posts in 2022:

Come To Your Senses

Summary: Neither you or Sherlock are honest about your true feelings for each other. But is either one brave enough to admit it before you wed another?

a/n: part two of Don't You Remember, inspired by the song Come to Your Senses by Jonathon Larson

It became rather difficult during the weeks to lead up to your wedding.

First off, someone had tipped off of your alliance with the Holmes brothers and gave you more threatening letters. It became so bad that you had to tell your fiance the truth and it caused more problems as he knew your previous relationship with Sherlock.

Speaking of the notorious detective, he decided to stop by your engangement party to tell you of his suspicions for your case. Before he walks up to you, your fiance walks out with a furious gaze, giving Sherlock a dirty look.

Sherlock doesn't react to the pompous prat leaving as his only wish was to speak to you. You were about to talk to your other relatives until you saw Sherlock.

"What are you doing here?" you ask a bit hostile.

Sherlock lists his hand in the air, holding a small notebook.

"I have my deductions... I was wondering if I could have a dance." he says.

You don't say anything but you give your hand to him. You two make your way to the dance floor, where prying eyes were on both of you.

"The wedding is still going on, I suppose?" he asks out loud.

You scoff as your eyes began to burn.

"I don't have time for your mind games, Sherlock." You bite back as you two began to dance.

"Judging from the dirty look he gave me, you must had a squabble with him. What is it, he wants to hire another investigator or he thinks that you're having an affair-"

"Do you really think I would do something that awful?" you ask, hurt that he would ever suggest anything so cruel.

"Then what frustrates you and your fiance then?" He raises his voice.

"He said I can't perform anymore!" You tell Sherlock, who became shell shocked.

You realized you made a scene but people resumed to the boring festivities. "He said that I am unsafe outside the bounds of his estate. Every time I am on a stage, the more chances my life will be in danger. I can't act in front of large crowds or live as I please. I tried to reason with him, but he doesn't want me hurt. And I don't know what to do to get through... I don't know what to do." you say to yourself.

Sherlock stands still. "He can't do that to you. Does he not know that it makes you happy?" he asks.

You lower your head as tears threaten to fall on your cheeks. "I can't disobey him, he's supposed to be my husband." you say in a low tone.

Sherlock takes your hand and leads you outside from the ballroom to a quiet gazebo. You sit down, tears staining your cheek. He gives you his hankerchief, and you take it slowly away from his hand.

"If a man makes you cry out of sadness, I suggest you don't marry him." He says with care in his voice.

"I have to laugh, You sure put on a show." you bitterly chuckled under your breath. Sherlock goes up to you, kneeling at your side.

"Come to your senses. Defenses are not the way to go. And you know, or at least you knew. Where is that fire cracking spirit that didn't care of society's standards and wanted to create something wonderful?"

You shake your head in frustration "Love is passe in this day and age. I can't refuse the privileges that are to be gifted to me. If I call off the wedding, it will taint my image and my family's reputation. I cannot do this to them.

"You've changed." He says in a small voice.

You get up from your seat, trying not to let your heart speak its truth.

"If we feel as we did, and I do want nothing more than to speak of what's imaginable... but I can't. Love becomes disposable when you realize you can't have it anymore. I must play the part of his wife and I plan to do it flawlessly." You concluded.

Sherlock gets up from his knelt position and looks down.

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316 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

The Worth of a Flower

Pairing: Geralt x reader

Summary: When the Witcher visits a kingdom, he stumbles upon a mysterious villager. He soon finds out you're not so ordinary as you appear to be.

Warning: arranged marriage

A few days.

Geralt was to stay at a neighboring kingdom for a few days.

He was just passing by from a quest. He was famished, tired.

Jaskier was tasked to find an inn as he was annoying the Witcher. His fatigue wore him down as he accidentally bumps into a commoner.

He grunts to himself and looks down to the person that fell onto the ground.

But, somehow, his breath was caught in his throat as he saw you.

You were too startled to speak as you see a huge man towering over you.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to-" You stuttered out, afraid for what might happen.

"No, please. This is my fault. Let me give you a hand." Geralt said gently.

You were confused about his kindness but you take his calloused hand and brought yourself up.

"Thank you." You quietly said, trying not to blush.

"My pleasure." He said, feeling this unknown giddiness that was forming in his heart.

"I must leave but, I thank you again for your help." You said, quickly leaving as your cheeks were as red as rose buds.

Jaskier arrives where Geralt stood, wondering why this brooding man changed moods so quickly.

"You met a woman, didn't you?" Jaskier teased.

Geralt rolled his eyes and walked towards the inn the bard came from.

As the hours passed, Geralt could only wish to see you again. His wish was granted as he would catch glimpses of you on the streets, admiring the festivities or tending to the poor. He was shocked at how you would give a gold coin so easily and wondered where you would have such wealth.

It took him the courage to go up to you one day as you were picking apples at a stand.

"If you're wanting to ask me something, you'd better ask now before flies get in your mouth." You said, not looking up to the witcher.

Geralt feels like an idiot as his broad figure hasn't been the most stealthiest as he watches you from afar.

"You're not frightened of me?" He asks.

You look up at him, smiling.

"Why would I?" You said, admiring how his hair reminded you of a mane that galloped freely.

He coughs in his mouth and takes a closer step to you.

"I would love to accompany you on a walk if you'd allow me." He asks sincerely.

Your cheeks fall red again as you are most impressed at his chivalry.

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354 notes - Posted February 27, 2022

Mend What's Broken

Pairing: Druig x reader

Summary: Druig travels to Australia to relieve Gilgamesh from taking care of Thena. But what he didn't expect was to find you, their daughter.

Warnings: deviant attack, past hurt!reader, use of shotgun (self-defense)

Druig never liked the hot, dry weather. He was already missing the amazon jungle that was full of life.

He would have loved Australia more if Gilgamesh and Thena didn't live on the outskirts of the country.

But they had to, Thena still had mahd wy'ry. Gilgamesh had called upon Druig so he could take a few days off. Druig didn't mind of course, they were his family and he would do anything for them.

Now, he pulled into their house in a rental jeep.

'Not much has changed...' he thought since his last visit. There was the outside oven where a faint smell of blueberry pie hung in the air, there was the tree where Thena was mostly meditating or drawing, there was a girl that was hanging up wet clothes-

Wait.

Why is there a young woman here?

Did his eyes deceive him?

He softly walks closer to the woman who had her back faced him. She was humming a soft tune as she bent down to a basket to finish hanging up the wet garments. Her voice alone made the mind controller feel powerless, making him feel weak on his knees. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling a type of peace he hasn't felt for a long time.

Suddenly, the humming stops. Druig opens his eyes and he realizes the girl has caught him.

What made Druig even more delirious was the girl was pointing a shotgun directly towards his head.

"Dad!" she screamed, fury in her eyes.

"Dad?" Druig repeated, raising his hands up high to show he meant no harm.

In a rush, Gilgamesh runs out of the house, ready to fight. It wasn't until he saw Druig that he put his guard down.

"Don't worry, honey. It's just Druig, our friend." Gilgamesh said.

The girl lowered her gun, but didn't put her guard down to the stranger before her. Thena appeared out of the house and walked up to the young girl, murmuring something under her breath. The two women walked inside of the house and Thena shot a glance at Gilgamesh.

"I didn't mean for you to find out this way." Gilgamesh said, finishing the chores you were doing earlier.

Druig followed the mighty warrior, confused.

"Why didn't you tell me you two had a daughter?" Druig said.

Gilgamesh released a big sigh and put down the now-empty basket.

"A few years ago, Thena and I were on a walk. We suddenly heard a scream nearby and went to the source. It was a deviant, slaughtering a small camp area. Thena and I took it down, she almost had a relapse until we heard a small whimper. She turned around and saw that there was a little girl hiding in a bush. She looked no younger than 7, and the deviant scarred her on the left side of her face. Thena looked up to me and I knew that we wanted to take care of her as our own."

"So you just kidnapped a girl without researching any family she had left." Druig bit back.

Gilgamesh felt a fury in him and stepped in front of Druig.

"Don't you ever insist that, we did the right thing. My girl in there just saw her family torn to shreds. And if we took her to an orphanage or any family, no one would believe what she'd seen. And what would happen to her then?"

Druig fell silent, not realizing the casualties of people discovering more alien beings on the planet.

"I'm sorry." Druig apologized sincerely. Gilgamesh just patted on the mind reader's shoulder and walked towards the house.

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356 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

Not As Beautiful As You

Pairing: Barry Keoghan x actress! reader

Summary: the cast for the Eternals have been acting strange since the beginning of the premiere, and you realize they all know something you don't

"Babe, could you help me tie the back of my dress?" You hollered as you stand in front of the body mirror.

Barry, your boyfriend of almost 6 years, comes out from the bathroom and admires you at the door frame.

"You look cute when you're flustered," he said, teasing you.

You scoff as he walks up behind your back, already wrapping the ties to cinch your waist.

Once he finishes, he moves your hair on the side and kisses the back of your neck, making you blush.

"You're breathtaking." He whispers.

You smile as you turn around, close to his chest.

"That's what I was going for." You smirked, as you walk towards the bed where your heels were at.

You and Barry are in a hotel suite at the moment to prepare for the Eternal's premiere. You were excited as this was your first acting debut. In the credit scene, you're portrayed as Heater Delight, a love interest to Eros.

You found it hilarious as you had a great friendship with Harry. You formally met him on the set of Dunkirk where Barry introduced you two to each other. Harry loved you guys and invited you to a few of his live shows over the years. Paparazzi would even catch you, Harry, and Barry drinks at some pubs or out for dinner.

You look out the window, seeing how dark the sky was as the city lights illuminated.

Barry looks down on his phone and sees that Harry was face timing him.

"Barry! Wanted to call to wish you good luck tonight." Harry shouted as he was prepping before a live show for his tour.

"You better mean about the premiere man, and not, you know." Barry warned as he was referring to your presence.

"Is that who I think it is?" You yell out loud, walking as fast as you can in your heels to see who's talking to your boyfriend.

"Hey, H! Wish you were here!" you said through the phone.

"Same here, the tour has been a bit tiring but I hope that you'll have more of a blast."

"Why is that?" you ask, knitting your eyebrow.

Barry took the phone away from your hand and gave a stern gaze at the singer.

"It's your first red carpet where you're debuting of course!" Harry laughs nervously.

"We need to leave soon. I'll catch up later." Barry said.

Harry returns a guilty look and waves goodbye as Barry hung up.

"Rude." You say out loud.

Barry doesn't say anything but kisses the top of your head quickly.

"The driver should be pulling up soon, we should head down." He says, under his breath.

It's not like your boyfriend to brush Harry off like that, the boys would take hours of catching up! You roll your eyes as you follow your boyfriend in tow, probably thinking how he might be a bit nervous as this was his official Marvel film.

With no time wasted, you two arrived at the premiere. You all were shocked at how many fans showed up, but excited nonetheless. Barry never left by your side when you were both taken on the red carpet. Then, you get to see the rest of the cast mates as they gathered in the middle for group shots.

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470 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

What They Didn't Know Was Missing

Summary: It's hard to come into terms of becoming a mother, but Sherlock reassures you that he'll remind you every day that you are worthy of being one to your child.

Warning: pregnancy symptoms, labor, mentions of abandonment, mentions of gun violence

It was around noon at 221 Baker Street. Sherlock was walking back home with a small packaged box in hand, holding it a bit tighter than he should.

He makes his way to his apartment, walking on the steps as he turned his key to the room. He looks around, not minding that his organized mess is gone and the smell of his pipe no longer lingered in the air.

Sherlock was territorial when it came to his home, but he made changes in his life when he met you.

You were the owner of a barkeep, feisty, and wasn't afraid of telling a man off when he didn't pay his tab. So when Sherlock came to the bar to ask about a suspect, you'd only answer his questions if he was a paying customer.

Either he was desperate to find answers or he just wanted to stay to talk to you for hours, the Holmes man paid a heavy load.

You both weren't afraid of courting each other in public, even if you two weren't of the same status. But, it was time to change some things. Your pub that you've built from the ground up turned into a legit business and Sherlock turned from his lone wolf days and finally proposed to you.

"I never knew I was alone until I met you, and I don't want that feeling again."

Your ceremony was small, Enola and his mother shed a few tears and you couldn't believe that his eldest brother, Mycroft, came (he never liked you due to your independent spirit, but he started to tolerate you more. Call it a win). Being married for about half a year has been a dream. But like a dream, one has to wake up.

Once Sherlock takes off his outdoor attire, he searches for you and lands his eyes on a figure on his couch.

"Hi." he whispered softly as he kneels to your level as you laid on the couch.

You turn around to face him and give him a tired smile.

"Same symptoms as yesterday?" He asks, unpacking the small box in his hand.

"Yes. When you left this morning, I awoke abruptly and felt sick." You said as your stomach churned.

"Here, chew this." Sherlock said, taking out an herb that was small as a chestnut.

You leaned your head further as he fed you the piece. You slightly grimace at the taste.

"It taste like grass." You said.

"I didn't know that you eat grass." He said, smirking. You lightly smack his chest as you lie on your side.

"It's already fighting off the nausea. How did you know it will work?" You ask.

Sherlock sat on the ground while he combed your hair with his fingers to help you relax.

"I remember my mother used it when she was pregnant with Enola."

You pause at his words, feeling your face pale.

Pregnant... the word scared you.

You got up from your lying position as Sherlock dotingly helps you too. He sits beside you as you laid your head on his shoulder. You've been feeling some sort of way since a doctor diagnosed you alongside your husband's deduction. Secretly, Sherlock was thrilled that he would become a father, he never thought he'd had a chance of having a family of his own.

He looks down at you, his eyes gazing at how you've been losing sleep and appearing almost crestfallen. He knows why you’ve been feeling like this, but he wants to hear it from you first.

“Please, love. I just want to know how I can help you.” He murmurs.

You begin to sniffle as you try to avoid his gaze.

“You can’t, Sherlock..” you said as you were about to get up.

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956 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

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brookepagebe · 6 years

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What I would do in a Silk movie

-Silk getting her powers by magic of the Spider-Totem or something like it years before Pete gets bitten by the radioactive spider

-Cindy's family worried about her condition

-Ezekiel showing up to "help" her daughter by taking her away , but they don't accept

-That night Morlun attacks, apparently killing all but Cindy survives rescue by Ezekiel

-Ezekiel explaining the situation and afraid of what might happen, Cindy accepts being locked in the vault

-Some months pass, Ezekiel died in a mysterious accident but Cindy remains inside through pre-recorded videos of Ezekiel reminding her the danger

-A decade and a half (add or remove years) someone journalist finds the vault and rescues her. His name: J. Jonah Jameson

-Cindy is afraid at first, but she trust him quickly

-Even though they tell her that Ezekiel was crazy she knows the truth

-All her family is missing, they try to find her but none knows where they are now

-Jonah is kind with the girl, trying to help her and taking care of her in his house as if was his daughter

-He promises find her family

-They talk about the superheroes of the world and how Jonah despise them, because in the Battle of New York his wife was killed

-"They should have done more"

-Cindy is amazed by the idea of superheroes, but afraid of the Inheritors

-Next day, Jonah takes her to the Daily Bugle and meets her friends from the comics (a lesbian couple by the way)

-Jonah screaming to his employes and being relaxed while talking with Cindy

-Cindy feeling like a fish out of water with all the technology like smartphones

-"The journalistic industry is dying because of Facebook, Twitter, etc." "What's a twitter?"

-Cindy still has her old cellphone (with keyboard) but without a functional battery

-"Intern! Go and find a battery for this cellphone by yesterday or you're fired!"

-Jonah says Spider-Man is a menace, but Cindy sees him as a hero that inspires her

-In night, she decides go outside and try to help. She makes a rudimentary suit with her spider-web

-She does surprisingly well stoping some thiefs and other things without colateral damage (Maybe also saves Jonah, who knows)

-By the next morning, Jonah hears about this new superhero. And is impressed

-Basically puts on a pedastal this new heroine seeing that is somewhat competent

-"She needs a name. Spider-Woman? Too generic. Spider-Girl? Too young. Silk! Perfect"

-Confident, she decides continuing with the hero business and upgrating her costume

-But one night, she is attack by a shadow figure that reveals itself as Morlun of the Inheritors

-He reveals that Ezekiel died fighting him and was seriously wounded. He recover just now when feels the essense of the Totem

-She kicks in his wound with blood spilling

-She barely escapes with serious wounds and when comes home faints in the bed

-Jonah finds her the next morning still in costume

-They talk, Cindy explaning all the situation and Jonah worried

-Suggesting calling the Avengers or someone else, but Silk says that is her who wants and doesn't want anyone else involve

-She feels guilty for her family and the anguish that they went through

-She accepts the help of Jonah and they investigate Ezekiel's place

-They discover that Ezekiel was another Spider-Totem, he use a spear with radioctive material to wound Morlum (Inheritors are pure of blood, the radiation is far worse for them) Also says that the Spider-Totems are more resistante to radiation

-Jonah ask a favor with doctor Connors for a dosis of radioactive liquid to inyect in Morlum

-Cindy decides hide in the vault meanwhile they prepare the inyection

-At night, in the vault, receives a call from Jonah telling her that Morlun is in Central Park demanding for the Spider-Totem or else starts killing

-Cindy is afraid, but knows what has to be done. She goes to Central Park to fight Morlun

-Silk tries to go far away from the people as possible to avoid colateral damage

-Jonah calls her and says that Connors has the inyection and goes MIT

-Only Connors is here and gives the syrenge to her, but Morlun's skin is too thick and wont work. Tells Connors to hide and call emergency when see that is over

-The only option: Silk inyects herself with the radiation, weakening her but making her blood radioactive

-When Morlun starts sucking the blood, he starts to feel pain and starts begging for it to stop

-"The pain that you feel is a part of what I feel when I was trap in the bunker because of you"

-Morlun becomes dust and Cindy faints

-She wakes up in a hospital room

-Apparently somefederal agents keep the press outside and her identity still a secret

-Cindy ask for Jonah and they let em in. Jonah is really worried and they embrace.

-Jonah takes full custody of her meaning they are family

-Cindy decides continuing being Silk despite Jonah's protests

-Cindy becomes intern in the Bugle and gains her nickname "Analog"

-Post-Credit Scene: She meets Spider-Man and ask What the hell was he doing? Why he didn't show up earlier in the film with the big vampire

-He was in a roadtrip

-Post-Post Credit Scene: Black Cag taking interest in Silk

#silk #marvel #sony #silk movie #cindy moon #j jonah jameson #morlun #spiderman #ideas #sony please hire me #it's a good script

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aion-rsa · 3 years

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MCU Phase 4 and 5: What the Multiverse Means for the Future of Marvel Movies and TV

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This article contains Loki spoilers and potential spoilers for the wider MCU.

The ending of the Loki season finale made one pretty substantial change to the Marvel Cinematic Universe. The introduction of a full multiverse, caused by Sylvie killing He Who Remains, is an enormous shift in the cosmogony of the MCU. And it opens up some fascinating story possibilities for Marvel’s film heroes. So what does the introduction of a full, unlimited multiverse mean for the future of the MCU?

Hopefully, everything. Literally.

There are obvious near-term implications to Loki’s finale. It answered questions that Spider-Man: No Way Home (with its purported multiversal Sinister Six) and Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness asked back when Loki first premiered. Specifically: “What do you mean there’s only one universe?”

The beauty of time travel is that now, there is and has always been a full multiverse in the context of the MCU. Because whatever Kang War happened far in Loki’s subjective past (because the timelines were left to run wild when Sophie killed He Who Remains), the entire history of the MCU is now potentially subject to retcons as necessary. So the strong implication from Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse that that movie and all its various spider-people existed on Earths parallel to Tom Holland’s MCU can now be considered accurate, even though the movie came out years before Loki was even a twinkle in Kevin Feige’s master MCU spreadsheet.

Time travel is a trip, man. It’s also beautiful. Literally anything is possible now.

What Does the MCU Multiverse Mean for Marvel TV?

This sort of thing happens all the time in comics. The slang is “retcon,” comics-speak for retroactive continuity, where creators reach into their characters’ pasts to change something that impacts their present.

Loki’s infinite multiverse sets up the entirety of Marvel history for any number of retcons that the folks in charge might deem necessary. It allows current MCU casts and crews to cherry pick what they liked from old MCU projects and fold them into this new normal. All those times Agents of SHIELD didn’t quite line up with what the movies were doing? The show was on an alternate Earth! Want Ghost Rider back without the TV baggage? Blame it on a Kang!

And grabbing the stuff that worked from old projects means porting in the good actors, too. That means people like J.K. Simmons, the Platonic ideal of J. Jonah Jameson, can continue playing the role across from three different Spider-Men, or Charlie Cox and Vincent D’Onofrio can show up as Daredevil and Kingpin in Spider-Man: No Way Home while Shang Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings nukes Netflix’s Iron Fist continuity from orbit. Wondering how Ms. Marvel could potentially deal with concepts from the Inhumans without ever mentioning that disastrous TV show? Now we know.

Could the MCU Multiverse Retcon Marvel Movies?

This same ability to pick and choose the continuity most appropriate for the story applies to decisions the movies made, too. A full multiverse lets future filmmakers bring back Chris Evans as Captain America or Scarlett Johansson as Black Widow (OK…maybe not ScarJo) without burdening the MCU with yet another time paradox. As far as we’re concerned, pre-Marvel Studios curiosities like all those crazy old live action Marvel TV shows or Howard the Duck or Dolph Lundgren’s take on The Punisher are now officially canon somewhere within the multiverse.

Phil Coulson could show up in Phase 6 leading a Squadron Supreme (just like in the comics), out for vengeance against the Avengers because they let his Earth 20085 brother die. Hell, if they really wanted to get dirty, Nick Fury could hire Deadpool to kill Coulson in retaliation, like in the comics. Wait, that was Secret Empire,wasn’t it? Never mind, don’t do that.

Anyway, you get the idea.

The possibilities are as infinite as the imaginations of the writers, limited only by Kevin Feige’s patience/sense of humor. Don’t expect anything too crazy: the time travel solution in Avengers: Endgame was wild, but before Loki, that was far and away the most ridiculous comic book science the MCU had trafficked in. Typical MCU adaptations include much more modest nods to comics’ wackier elements – Eternals pending – like secret societies that had taken over SHIELD or Kurt Russell being Chris Pratt’s dad. So that ultra-maxi series that starts out a movie, moves into a TV show, has a comic tie in that directly crosses over with the show, and wraps up in Avengers 6 that we’re all hoping will come to pass is probably not on the horizon.

The Crisis on Infinite Earths Problem

An infinite multiverse doesn’t just mean possibility. It has a trap built in, too. The biggest multiverse story of all time, probably the one that set the template for future interactions with the concept, was DC Comics’ Crisis on Infinite Earths. That book set the standard for multiversal destruction, collapsing DC’s infinite comics timelines down to one single Earth and one single timeline. Gone were the separate Earths for the modern Justice League and the World War II Justice Society, replaced by one, unified timeline. And while the comic itself was a masterpiece, miraculously balanced by Marv Wolfman and beautifully drawn by George Perez; what it wrought on the DCU was 30 years of explainers why the Green Lantern of World War II still looked 35, or why Batman has only been operating for five years but went through six Robins in that time.

The cautionary tale here is one of inward looking stories versus expansionary choices. Post-Crisis DC retcons were about fixing problems the writers and editors perceived with the new timeline, and not about telling the best story they could with the characters and continuity they had. This is an easy trap for a new, expanded (but not all the way expanded) MCU to fall into. There are key pieces of the comics that haven’t been ported to the films yet.

The Fantastic Four

The temptation is likely huge to use this new, beautiful, infinite multiverse to introduce the Fantastic Four and the X-Men to the MCU. That’s probably half of a good idea.

The cosmogony of the multiverse is ingrained in who the Fantastic Four are. Their story begins as explorers of the unknown – Reed Richards, Sue Storm, Ben Grimm, and Johnny Storm are bombarded with cosmic radiation after an unauthorized space launch. That origin is very of the time when they were created, and would probably hit different now when the only unauthorized space launches are led by giant assholes. So why not take a page from the end of Secret Wars and have them get their powers exploring the new multiverse? It makes so much sense to do it that way that one is almost suspicious of this entire retcon. But that doesn’t make it any less cool.

The X-Men in the MCU

While introducing the Fantastic Four to the MCU by saying they’ve been off exploring the multiverse would make a certain elegant sense, if Marvel tried to introduce the X-Men that way, it would be hugely problematic.

The core concept of the X-Men is the mutant metaphor, the idea that mutants are hated and feared because of who they are. On a completely superficial level, this is nonsense: what’s the difference between Cyclops’ eye blasts and Captain Marvel zapping Kree ships with fist beams? Why are mutants singled out for scorn and bigotry when someone like Doctor Strange has MUCH more terrifying abilities?

The difference is the idea that mutants are humanity’s destiny. There’s no concern that the majority baseline human population is going to someday be replaced by handsome super-soldiers or radioactive Catholic lawyers. But that genetic distinction – the idea that Magneto and Apocalypse and Pixie and Skids all share a distinct identity, while Captain America and Daredevil and Dr. Druid and Tigra do not – creates tension that allows real world out groups to superimpose their struggles onto X-Men comics and makes them infinitely relatable.

As superficially attractive as the idea of plopping the mutants on their own parallel Earth might be (and trust me, this definitely seems like the simplest justification for keeping Hugh Jackman’s Wolverine and Ryan Reynolds’s Deadpool in the MCU while jettisoning anything else that is less appealing for audiences or studio execs), putting the mutants on their own separate Earth strips that struggle from the story and makes them just another cape crew.

Worse, using the multiverse as justification that suddenly mutants are here because they came from a parallel timeline disrespects the marginalized people who identify with the X-Men who, like left-handed people, have been here the whole time. Whether society noticed or not.

The Sony Spider-Man Problem

What keeps me up at night about the new Marvel multiverse is the Spider-Man family. The Marvel/Sony relationship has always been…complicated.

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While the new multiverse provides creators with endless storytelling opportunities that could expand the Marvel Cinematic Universe, it also sets up an easy out for the studios to separate the Spider-Man movies from the rest of the MCU. Cleaving off the Spider-family movies wouldn’t be great – I don’t need to be reminded of complicated business deals while I’m at the movies. Dedicating all of a future Spidey movie to explaining why Pete isn’t in the master MCU and can’t talk about Iron Man anymore would almost certainly be a nightmare.

But these inward-looking continuity fixes are the types of stories that Marvel, on page and on screen, has generally avoided (before you jump in the comments to shout “CLONE SAGA” please take into account how much work “generally” is doing in this sentence) with its big multiverse stories. Hopefully they’ll keep making those wise decisions going forward.

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chaoticreation · 4 years

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So the gofundme itself isn’t updated, and I don’t have the energy to update it. We borrowed lots of money to pay people to fix this up. One contractor stole $5,500 from us, claiming he’d do the work. He put flooring down (incorrectly) and never came back. We had to replace all the locks because he kept the key. My brother stole $700 from us, promising he’d help. We’ll never see it. We need to pay people back, still. But right now, the main concern is moving. Our health is so much worse. Both of us. We CANNOT live this way. My aid has taken advantage, and does NOTHING for me, and my case worker was ableist and disrespectful, so my mom has to care for me, and she can barely walk. In fact, she’s not even supposed to be on her feet. But I can’t do things where we are, and living creatures need to eat. That means us too.

WE URGENTLY NEED TO GET INTO THIS HOME but we cannot borrow more money. We do NOT have help packing and moving, which means we need to hire movers. That costs money we don’t have. WE NEED TO MOVE, LIKE, BEFORE AUGUST!!

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I NEED A PRE DATING IDIOTS PART 2! OMG! IT'S SO! URGH! PLEASE IF YOU CAN!!??

here’s just a little bit more…

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You didn’t mean to slam the door, the intent was to “violently shut it,” but either way, Loki flinches.

Or…Robert. Or something.

“You could’ve poofed yourself out of the office,” you hiss, taking as menacing of a step as you can towards the god. “You could’ve turned invisible, I bet. You could’ve just said that you are a new hire.”

His adam’s apple bobs.

Ohoho, are you making him nervous?

“Instead you told her we’re dating.” Up comes your finger, jabbing into his leather-bound chest. “You absolute dick, I—what the hell were you thinking??”

He opens his mouth to say something, but you’re ranting again before he can get more than a halfhearted “but—” out.

“I don’t—I don’t know what to do now!” You laugh, a damn near psychotic sound, Loki notes. “Oh, my day was great, now I’m just apparently dating a nonexistent doctor who in reality happens to be the most dangerous thing on our planet—”

“Am I really?”

“—and you told my boss! Seriously, I wouldn’t be so pissed if you’d just pretended to be some doctor, but noooo, you had go all the way with the whole ‘guess what we do in the nighttime’ charade—”

“I had to sell it—”

“And I—I have to make smalltalk with these people! Guess what they’re going to ask? ‘How’s Robert? How are you and that cute doctor doing?’ And—”

“…you thought I was cute?”

Your jaw falls slack, staring at the stupid excuse of a god in front of you.

“You are un-fucking-believable.”

See, it wasn’t so bad at first.

When he let that “I’m her’s, she’s mine” bomb drop, yeah, you were pissed and desperately wanted to blow his cover, but he…held your tongue.

Like, held it.

You had opened your mouth to of course, announce to agent Hill that “hey, remember that psycho god you picked up the other day? Yeah, you just shook his hand,” but you couldn’t lift your tongue.

What felt exactly like two fingers, the pad of a thumb and a forefinger, were literally holding your tongue.

Both his hands were behind his back, but after the snowball out of thin air and the extensive use of clones, you’re not sure where his cool little abilities might end.

It got worse, with Hill finding “Robert” to be a fairly charismatic man and asking how long you’ve been dating.

“Two years, a week from today.”

You’d jerked yourself away from him, but he held you tight and to your dismay, your cheeks were being tugged into a completely involuntary smile.

“You two seem very happy together,” Hill had commented, buying right in to the illusion. “She’s a real catch, Doctor. I’ve seen her work, she’s good at what she does.”

A quiet “oh, thank you,” came out of your mouth before you could fight it back.

“You can be damn sure of that,” Loki—Robert—chuckled. “I’d say she wears the pants of the relationship, but the majority of our time is spent with neither of us in pants, so that doesn’t seem very appropriate.”

You gave screaming a try, only to twitch against Loki’s side and not make a sound other than a flustered giggle that is so not like you, and Hill rolled her eyes.

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” she laughed, waving a hand at the two of you. “Word of advice, don’t do anything in here. Tony’s a stickler, and I’m ninety percent sure Jarvis is programmed to interrupt at the, erm, worst times.”

Loki laughed as she winked and walked away, and to your dismay you laughed, too, screaming on the inside.

The last thing Loki was allowed to say before switching back to his Loki form and releasing his hold on your tongue was “well, that didn’t seem very suitable for work.”

And now he’s getting all caught up and blushy over the fact that you called him cute.

“You’re not allowed to talk yet,” you seethe, shoving him in the chest. “That was so fucked up, you held my tongue a-and made me say things, made me laugh at your j—”

“You were extremely easy to control, actually.” His lips tilt, almost smug and you want to slap him. “I was pleasantly surprised.”

“Hope it was worth it,” you spit, grabbing your desk phone and angrily punching in numbers. “I’m reporting you.”

Loki blinks and swallows thickly.

Watching him carefully, you scan his face for any sign of anything as the line rings; you’d expected at least some kind of reaction.

“Human Resources, how can I help you?”

“I need to file a harassment complaint,” you reply, glare holding steady with Loki’s. “And a potential security threat.”

His gaze flits from the phone to your eyes and back—okay, he’s starting to look a little bit nervous. Good.

“First of all, there’s a prisoner out of his cell—”

Loki grabs the phone out of your hand, crushes it in his fist like a piece of paper, and hurls it across the room.

You stare at him, mouth stuck mid-word.

He stares back.

Eyes wide, chest lifting a little faster than normal with every breath.

“Sorry.”

You take a deep breath.

“GETOUTOFMYOFFICERIGHTNOWISWEARTOGODI’LLTELLTHOR—”

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT,” he shouts, not backing away from you screaming in his face. “I had to think on my feet, you think I don’t know I’m not welcome here?”

“Then why was your first instinct to tell my boss we’re dating?!”

“It was the first thing that popped into my head!!”

“I don’t even want to know why that was the first thing you thought of,” you retch, realising you’re pointing a pen in his face—you must’ve grabbed it while you were yelling. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you did that.”

Loki falls silent and a moment passes, you catching your breath and him trying not to cower, his hands still raised to your angered pen.

“…i-is it really that bad?”

At that, you lob the pen at him, watching it bounce off his chest with a satisfying thoink.

“Well, I’m pretty sure my boss now believes I invite my boyfriend into work with me for an afternoon fuck, so yeah, it’s that bad.”

“Look,” he sighs, resisting the urge to argue that maybe it’s not the worst thing to happen. “If It’s of any consolation, at least you’re not dating me. Doctor Robert Laing seems like a wonderful man, give him a chance.”

“Hilarious,” you groan, sinking into your chair and dropping your head to your hands. “There’s just this one quality about him I just can’t get over…oh, yeah.”

You lift your head just for the sake of glaring.

“He’s you.”

“Now you’re just being mean, darling.”

“Don’t call me that!!”

A flash of light washes over him and he’s Dr. Laing again, leaning on the edge of your desk and smirking down at you.

“Can I call you darling?”

“No,” you hiss, pointing at the door. “You’re still you. Now get the fuck out of here before I track down Thor.”

“I wonder if they would hire me,” he hums, ignoring you completely and lowering himself into the chair in front of your desk. “That would be rather mischievous of me, wouldn’t it?”

“Don’t. you. dare.”

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Good Business: Part 6

Fandom: Marvel (Mob AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a ruthless mobster. He’s also referred to as Big Buck due to his towering strong frame as well as his round stomach. You’re the owner of a small diner, a place that Big Buck decides to visit. Based off this drabble.

Bucky dropped Dot off at her place with empty promises of calling her soon and his wheels screeching along the pavement. His fingers were nervously tapping against the steering wheel as he was making his way back to your diner. He needed to talk to you, apologize. Fuck, he needed to fix this!

He drove carelessly through the streets, heading back to the side of town where you diner was located. He swerved into a parking spot, not caring about the state of his parking, and hopped out of the car.

He barged into the place with intensity, eyes searching for you to only come face to face with a very angry looking Sharon.

“Leave.”

“Sharon-”

“No. You’re not welcome here. Turn around and get your ass outta here.”

“Come on! I just need to talk to Y/N-”

“She doesn’t wanna see you, Barnes. She doesn’t even wanna look at you! You’re a dick and Y/N can’t believe she became friends with someone like you.”

That last part was a slap to the voice for Bucky. No. It was a knife to the heart, a knife that continuously stabbed him over and over again. He could physically feel his heart shattering.

“I just-I fucked up,” his voice broke, “I wanna make it better, please, Sharon.”

“Leave before I call the cops, Barnes,” Sharon sneered. She had this angry look in her eyes telling him that if he didn’t leave soon, she’s personally tear his head off.

Regretfully, he left. He didn’t want to start any more trouble, but his heart was aching to see you and apologize!

After Bucky left, you came out from the kitchen, eyes red and hiccuping. Scott had his arms around you protectively. Sure, he probably wasn’t as strong as Big Buck, but if it came to it, Scott was willing to go down swinging.

“It’s alright, Y/N. He’s gone.”

You took a shaky deep breath and a small, appreciative smile, “Thanks, Shar. Really appreciate it.”

“You may be my boss, but you’re also my friend. I’ll kill and go to jail for you.”

You snort, “Thanks.” you then let out a sigh, “I think I’m gonna go home for the rest of the day. I’ll call-”

“It’s okay, sweetie. I’ll people in. Just go home, rest, stuff your face with ice cream. Do what you gotta do. Barnes is an ass and you don’t deserve a friend like him.”

“Yeah,” you mumble, “Thanks, guys. Really. And sorry for being so unprofessional.”

Luis waved you off, “Don’t sweat it, boss. We’re family. We take care of each other. Plus, worse things have happened at diners. Like one time, my cousin Julio-”

“Not now, Luis,” Sharon hissed.

“Right. Sorry,” he gave a shrug, “Anyway, go get some rest, Y/N. We got the place,” he walked over to you and gave you a hug, followed by Scott, Peter, then Sharon.

“I’m so happy I hired you guys,” you say through a watery smile. After gathering your things, you waved goodbye. You needed to be in the comfort of your own home.

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WHACK!

Bucky stumbled back, cupping his cheek and looking wide-eyed at Sam, whom was shaking his fist off, the fist he used to punch Bucky.

“What the fuck!” Bucky cried out.

“You deserve more than that you fucking piece of shit!” Sam was ready to charge at his boss, but was held back by Steve.

“Easy, Sam!”

He looks over his shoulder and glares at the blonde, “You know he deserves it, Steve! Y/N was nothing but nice to him and he treated her like shit! She doesn’t deserve that!”

“Violence isn’t the answer, Sam.”

Sam scoffed and pushed Steve off him, “Says the guy who does all of Barnes’ killing!” he then focused back on Bucky, who looked so broken hearted and guilty, “Y/N is my friend. I don’t care that you’re my boss. I love that girl like she’s my own family and you hurt her.” without another word, Sam stormed out of Bucky’s office and out of the Barnes’ residence.

Steve let out a deep sigh, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “You really did fuck up, Bucky.”

“I know, Steve!” Bucky snapped at him. He then took his glass of whiskey, holding it to his cheek. Hopefully, it’ll prevent him from swelling.

“So what’re you going to do about?” he asked, sitting in one of the two chairs on the other side of Bucky’s desk.

“I don’t know,” Bucky replied defeatedly. His eyes downcasted, “She doesn’t wanna speak to me, look at me. Sharon was ready to chop my head off if I didn’t listen to her and leave.”

Steve snorted, “Good.”

“I guess, I’ll just give her time? I don’t wanna make things worse by constantly asking to see and talk to her. Maybe if I’ll wait long enough, she’ll come to see me? It’s wishful thinkin’ and all, but,” he sighed, “It seems like my only option.”

Steve nodded in agreeance.

They say time allows one to heal. Maybe with time, it’ll allow you to give Bucky a chance.

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As soon as you got home, you changed out of your uniform and into some sweats and a tshirt. You turned on Netflix, grabbed a carton of ice cream, and just curled up on your couch watching FRIENDS. You can’t help but roll your eyes at Ross. He’s so stupid and treats women like crap. Reminds you of a certain someone. Immediately, you take your remote and switch to The Great British Bake Off. Yeah. Nothing harmful about that show. Plus, you adore Mary Berry.

However, as much as you’re trying to distract yourself from the thought of Bucky, that’s all you could think about.

You think about how during the short time you’ve known him, you’ve opened yourself up to him more than anyone else you’ve befriended. It’s a peculiar thing. Why him? Out of all people, why was he the one you felt so comfortable with?

He was flirtatious, and witty, and smart, and funny, and understanding, and sexy-

“UUUGGGHHH!!!” you groan, taking a pillow and screaming into it.

You tried to fight these feelings ever since Big Buck started coming to your diner daily. But he just wormed his way into your heart with his smile, his laugh, and his words. All of it was a lie. He was an ass and he broke your heart. Sure, he doesn’t know about your feelings for him, but it doesn’t matter now.

Fuck Bucky Barnes and fuck feelings.

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off the rack #1298

Monday, January 27, 2020

It's the Year of the Rat man. I hope it's a happy one for you and yours. I had the pleasure of spending time with the newest member of the Jee Gang toting baby Ashton around while he took in the happy chaos at our Chinese New Year gathering yesterday. His wonder at the world makes it a happier place.

Conan Serpent War #4 - Jim Zub (writer) Ig Guara & Vanesa R. Del Rey (art) Frank D'Armata & Jean-Francois Beaulieu (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters). This bizarre adventure teaming up Conan, Solomon Kane, Agnes and Moon Knight concludes with the demon Wyrm chopped up into fish food. This story won't matter to anyone other than fans of those four heroes but it sure was fun to read.

Batman #87 - James Tynion IV (writer) Guillem March (art) Tomeu Morey (colours) Clayton Cowles (letters). I'm happy Catwoman and Cheshire are in this story. I love how Guillem March draws women. There are a lot of players in Gotham City right now so please pay attention as the mystery unfolds.

Once & Future #6 - Kieron Gillen (writer) Dan Mora (art) Tamra Bonvillain (colours) Ed Dukeshire (letters). That's two fantasy stories that ends with the death of a serpent. Must be a common theme this week. One of the bad guys gets away and the story of Duncan and his Granny will continue. I don't know if I'll read the next arc since this one didn't conclude very well. I felt that Zombie King Arthur was defeated too easily.

Detective Comics #1019 - Peter J. Tomasi (writer) Scott Godlewski (art) David Baron (colours) Rob Leigh (letters). And so the winter solstice passes and the mystery of the Nordic cult ends. I'm glad this story about a creature from the nether regions was short.

Atlantis Attacks #1 - Greg Pak (writer) Ario Anindito (art) Rachelle Rosenberg (colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). I picked this off the rack to read because I wanted to see what Namor was up to these days. He's back being the angry ruler of Atlantis pissed off at the air breathers. This time he's mad at all of the Agents of Atlas. That Jimmy Woo sure hangs out with the weirdest heroes of the Marvel U. If you're a fan of all those Agents you'll want to add this 5-issue mini to your subscriptions.

Year of the Villain: Hell Arisen #2 - James Tynion IV (writer) Steve Epting & Javier Fernandez (art) Nick Filardi (colours) Travis Lanham (letters). Cool. It looks like Lex Luthor is going to be the one to save the world this time. I like who he's asking for help. I'll give you a hint: har.

The Amazing Spider-Man #38 - Nick Spencer (writer) Iban Coello (art) Brian Reber (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). Here's the latest twist to the life of Peter Parker: J. Jonah Jameson is helping Spider-Man now instead of vilifying the hero. Jonah is also working for a new media firm and the old fogey does not like what he sees. We're back to the Chameleon storyline where Peter and his spy sister Theresa are trying to get back all the S.H.I.E.L.D. tech that was stolen. All the dangling plot threads are starting to get annoying.

Superman #19 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Ivan Reis (pencils) Joe Prado, Danny Miki, Julio Ferreira & Oclair Albert (inks) Alex Sinclair (colours) AndWorld Design (letters). I'm still waiting for the other shoe to drop after Superman's big secret identity reveal. All of his Earthly super villains haven't taken advantage of the news so let's head out into space shall we? This is where Mongul attacks the new United Planets. The Superman versus Mongul fights have been epic and this new one won't disappoint.

Fantastic Four #18 - Dan Slott (writer) Paco Medina, Francesco Manna & Carlos Magno (art) Erick Arciniega (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters). Now I get the point of this "Point of Origin" story. When Reed, Sue, Johnny and Ben launched all those years ago, the Overseer of the planet Spyre saw a threat to his perfect planet and shot cosmic rays at the ship to kill the FF. We know how that went off the rails. So now we have the Fantastic Four returning to Spyre and basically screwing up the whole planet like the Overseer foresaw. Hey, you don't mess with Destiny. I wonder why Reed is so pissed off in the next issue teaser.

Batman Superman #6 - Joshua Williamson (writer) David Marquez (art) Alejandro Sanchez (colours) John J. Hill (letters). Well that was a whole lot of yakkity-yak. This issue takes place before Year of the Villain: Hell Arisen #1. Batman and Superman find Wonder Woman to tell her the bad news that Donna Troy has been infected by the Batman Who Laughs. Then they continue to try and find a cure for the infected. The issue ends with a surprise appearance of two super villains making the next issue a "must read" for me.

Marauders #6 - Gerry Duggan (writer) Matteo Lolli & Mario Del Pennino (art) Erick Arciniega & Federico Blee (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). Kitty (call her Kate) saves the day but is sunk in the end. I've been ambivalent about reading this title of political intrigue and this issue made up my mind to bench this book. The subject matter is mature but the dialogue is juvenile so I'm outta here.

Kill Lock #2 - Livio Ramondelli (story & art) Tom B. Long (letters). The search for the key to disable the Kill Lock continues. I care about the plight of these four condemned droids.

The Old Guard: Force Multiplied #2 - Greg Rucka (writer) Leandro Fernandez (art) Daniela Miwa (colours) Jodi Wynne (letters). The team goes to rescue victims of human traffickers and get a surprise when they open the container. This book will blow you away.

Guardians of the Galaxy #1 - Al Ewing (writer) Juann Cabal (art) Federico Blee (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). Call him Racoon, Rocket Racoon. Rocket's gone from looking like road kill in the last story arc to quite the fashion plate in this new run. And his guns have gotten a lot smaller. The team is recovering from the Universal Church of Truth massacre but their respite is short lived. Zeus and his Greek gods have returned and they're all evil now. You can tell because they're dressed in black. Nova asks the Guardians for help but only Starlord, Rocket, Moondragon and Phyla-Vell/Captain Marvel join the fray. I like that Marvel Boy is back and when the mission goes FUBAR, a surprise ally makes an appearance. The art alone makes this worth picking up off the rack.

Basketful of Heads #4 - Joe Hill (writer) Leomacs (art) Dave Stewart (colours) Deron Bennett (letters). Poor June, she keeps meeting up with bad men. You can't blame a girl for defending herself. Now there are two heads in the basket. Basket head number three just introduced himself. This is just too weirdly fun.

Ruins of Ravencroft: Dracula #1 - Frank Tieri (writer) Angel Unzueta (modern day art) Stefano Landini (flashback art) Rachelle Rosenberg (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters). This is the last of the one-shots leading into the 5-issue Ravencroft mini. It's going to have lots of Marvel heroes and villains if this issue is any indication. In the first few pages alone we have Man Wolf, Misty Knight, Mr. Fantastic, the Falcon, Power Man and Iron fist and the Winter Soldier who introduces the flashback where Captain America fights with Dracula. When we return to the present, new inmates are being incarcerated into the Ravencroft Institute for the Criminal Insane. I could only identify Mr. Hyde but I didn't recognise the others. The consultant hired to work with these inmates was a surprise and may entice you to pick up Ravencroft #1 when it hits the racks on January 29. Imagine if the Joker were hired to work at Arkham Asylum.

Wonder Woman #750 - I read all 9 stories in this $9.99 US anniversary issue to see where Princess Diana was at right now. Nothing much has changed since I stopped reading her book regularly so I won't be picking up #751. I've read other comic books aimed at young female readers, the Unstoppable Wasp is a good example, but this one doesn't spark a renewed interest in me to follow Wonder Woman's adventures.

Birds of Prey 100-Page Giant #1 - Now this is more like it. There are 3 new stories and 3 reprints that I've not read before so it's a great value at $4.99 US. The core team of Batgirl, Black Canary and Huntress are joined by Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, and Catwoman, all fabulous females ready for action. Almost makes me want to see the Birds of Prey movie that hits theatres Friday, February 7.

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JT Anon

I admit Im a bit meaner than anna and other skeptics. I genuinely enjoy laughing at ben and have no cares whatsoever about his career or his feelings (tho please, no more Sherlock. Let it die. The last season was crap and its all just good fancy filming now.)

I find it endlessly amusing when Ben says he is feeding apple slices to a child that is developmentally and physically incapable if ingesting solid food

I am endlessly amused that ben felt the need to respond to us pointing out that he has left his kids from almost the min of their birth for weeks on end by suggesting he is not w/o them for more than 48 hrs, only to be seen at every airport w out them.

I will never stop laughing at the suggestion that Sophie is heroically working when she hasn’t done a solid months worth of work in 4 years, and all that work was given to her by her husband. (Remember when the write up about this last thing literally said that someone else was the first choice, but they couldn’t do it, so they plopped sophie in as an unwanted stand in?)

I absolutely LOVE it when ben tries to make it look like he and his family are hounded by the paps, all the while using for hire agencies only, catching shots of the family that in no way are physically possible for them to have been spotted unless they were told the exact date and time to be there.

to the last point, I LOVE LOVE LOVE that Ben tries to act like he and Sophie are protective parents, all the while literally having pictures of their children sold for financial profit, and arranging said paps, and using their children’s lives to sell his products from before the poor tiny souls even have a chance to be born

I also really like that he sells the story that he is simultaneously hounded by paps, and also never seen.

I am really amused by the ever changing time line of them dating. Can’t have too many people figuring out she wasn’t in his life until award season

The sponsored wedding was amazing

None of this matters. as far as the general public goes, as far as anyone actually thinks about him, he is married, has these kids, and no one thinks about it. I like that its just a quiet little joke. Im amused that ben has so little going on in his professional life that he has to point to skeptics just to keep his interviews from dying on the vine unread.

no one is particularly interested in you ben, and thats the problem, ‘aint it? so keep having fake babies. every time we point out how branded each one is, pull her back and make less “announcements” about it.

Make sure you keep this “heh heh heh look at my family and all the kids did i tell you some people think its fake please please read my fucking articles and interviews theres a conspiracy theory don’t keep scrolling”

You know intern, you could tell Ben just to be more interesting. You could tell him just to work to get offered better, edgy, more interesting roles. You could have him have something interesting and engaging to talk about

I know most skeptics will disagree with me on this one. While I think ben is talented, I don’t think he is the worlds best actor. There are lots of up and coming actors who could be just as good as him. His looks are a novelty that has kind of worn off. This is a problem, isn’t it?

Under all that “internets boyfriend” nonsense, I think he is panicking when he realises..there ain’t much there. He had an opportunity to grab at a few rings w his talent, and trade off his weird looks, and he kinda blew it imo. Actors that are just as good are nipping at his heels.

He doesn’t have the internets boyfriend title anymore. If he took away the family anecdotes and the wink and the nod to conspiracy theories…what exactly does he have?? Maybe he can build up marvel more, but really? Just take a step back and look at his career. If he didn’t have a conspiracy theory to talk about in interviews, if you were to interview him today, how long of an interview could you do? Some marvel stuff….a bit of “its nice to do voices” for the grinch…how many pages????

He isn’t all that interesting….so he needs a good conspiracy theory + a few family things and preg to sell.

i think thats what it comes down to. He just simply doesn’t have anything else to sell about HIMSELF.

J the second most boring person on the planet next to Benedict T anon

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JT, as ever, you present us with the outlook of someone who isn’t a fan, and I’m sorry to say that your submission is going to ring true to most non-fans who are reading this blog. Unfortunately, Ben himself made sure to point a lot of them our way with his Vanity Fair interview a couple of years ago.

And the biggest problem of all is that when you take a step back and look at his situation clinically with (somewhat) fresh eyes, it’s difficult to argue against any of the points you’re making...

I haz a sad now :o/

Meanwhile, I disagree on your point about Sherlock in general and the last season in particular, but you already know that, so I’m gonna shut up now.

#JT anon

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As allegations of abuse continue to mount against Joss Whedon, it has become increasingly difficult to keep track of which cast members of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel have made specific allegations of professional misconduct. It is important to make this distinction, as many have stepped forward to voice their emotional support for their co-stars without speaking specifically about any abuse they may have experienced personally.

Once a beloved nerd culture icon, Joss Whedon has fallen far and fallen fast in the past few years. In 2017, Whedon's writing began to face increased scrutiny following the leak of his script for a Wonder Woman movie, which many felt was overly focused on Steve Trevor's heroics and turned Diana Prince into a supporting character in her own movie, as well as descriptive passages that seemed to oversexualize Diana. Similar issues were raised by MCU fans over his script for Avengers: Age of Ultron and the revelation that Black Widow saw herself as a monster because she couldn't have children. Shortly after that, his ex-wife, Kai Cole, wrote a piece regarding his repeated infidelities and accused him of abusing his power on set, explaining that Whedon, who she divorced in 2016, had used their relationship "so no one would question his relationships with other women or scrutinize his writing as anything other than feminist." Since then, a few actors from his shows have corroborated Cole's accusations and hinted at others, but it's been nothing like the number of actors stepping forward now.

Related: Avengers: Age of Ultron Was Marvel's Biggest Creative Failure

These problematic events fueled the most recent wave of controversy, which came after actor Ray Fisher accused Whedon of unprofessional conduct on the set of Justice League. His accusations first broke in June 2020. Recently, Charisma Carpenter, who played Cordelia Chase on both Buffy and Angel, affirmed her support of Fisher's claims on social media and went on to go into greater detail regarding her own bad experiences working with Joss Whedon. This led to a tsunami of support as other Buffy and Angel alumni surged forward to support Carpenter and offer their accountings.

While most of the cast of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel developed over time, few characters changed as drastically over the course of both series as Charisma Carpenter's character, Cordelia Chase, who appeared in both series. When Carpenter became pregnant during Angel Season 4, her pregnancy and absence were explained by Cordelia becoming possessed by a supernatural being who intended to use Cordelia as a means to bring about her own rebirth. Cordelia later lapsed into a coma and was killed off during Angel Season 5. While there were rumors that Whedon had written Carpenter out of the show because of her pregnancy, Carpenter never went into great detail about any discussions she might have had with Whedon. At a convention in 2009 (via Vanity Fair), she revealed that she had thought he was mad at her for getting pregnant but softened it by saying she could understand his frustration at how "sometimes living your life gets in the way of maybe the creator’s vision for the future."

Recently, however, Carpenter went into more detail on her Twitter account, confirming that she was questioned as part of the WarnerMedia investigation into Whedon's abusive history. Describing Whedon as "casually cruel," Carpenter recalled how he frequently threatened to fire her, called her fat in front of their co-workers when she was four months pregnant, played favorites, pitted people against one another to compete for his approval, and generally acted in a passive-aggressive manner. She specifically noted that Joss Whedon's on-set abuse also came in the form of him attacking her religious beliefs and berating her over a rosary tattoo she had gotten. Perhaps most shockingly, Whedon reportedly asked her in a closed-door meeting if she intended to keep the baby and, when she confirmed that she was, began scheduling her to shoot her scenes at 1 AM in the morning, despite her doctor's orders that she shorten her workdays and avoid late-night shoots.

Related: Buffy The Vampire Slayer: The Actresses Who Almost Played Buffy Summers

The first members of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer production team to come out with detailed accounts of Joss Whedon's abuse were there from the very beginning. Jeff Pruitt served as the series' stunt coordinator for its first four seasons and Sophia Crawford worked as Sarah Michelle Gellar's stunt double during that same period. The two began dating while working on the show and eventually married, but Whedon's abuse and egomania caused both to leave the stunt team after Season 4. Pruitt was the first to declare his departure and Whedon reportedly told Crawford she could stay on as Buffy's stunt double but only if she agreed to stop dating Pruitt. When she refused, Whedon reportedly threatened both Pruitt and Crawford, warning them that "no one will ever hire you again after this." and that he'd ruin their careers. Pruitt also alleged that keyloggers had been placed on his computer and those of a few other employees to track every single email they received (via Metro UK).

Originally introduced as minor villain in Buffy Season 2, Spike went on to become a full member of the ensemble and one of Buffy's love interests thanks to James Masters' charming performance and popularity with the fanbase. This reportedly did not please Whedon, who originally had drastically different plans for the snarky punk vampire. This displeasure manifested in a behind the scenes encounter between Joss Whedon and James Marsters, where, according to Marsters, Whedon "backed me up against a wall one day and he was just like, ‘I don’t care how popular you are, kid, you’re dead. You hear me? Dead. Dead!'" While originally writing this statement off as Whedon being "angry at the situation" rather than at him personally, the actor came to reconsider after learning of the allegations against Whedon.

More recently, Marsters made a statement of support for Whedon's accusers, regarding the accounts of his female co-stars while acknowledging his own ignorance of the abuse they suffered at Whedon's hands. Describing his own time as Spike as "not without challenges," Marsters expressed his dismay over "the experiences of some of the cast." This would seem to confirm reports that Whedon was careful about keeping his harassment of the actresses he directed behind closed doors.

Sarah Michelle Gellar, who played the lead role of Buffy Summers, has yet to comment specifically on any of the allegations made by her co-stars. However, Gellar did post a statement of support for "all survivors of abuse" on her personal Instagram account, saying that she would not be making any further statements at this time as she was "more focused on raising my family and surviving a pandemic currently." Gellar also said that while she was proud to have her name associated with Buffy Summers, "I don't want to be forever associated with the name Joss Whedon."

Related: Age of Ultron Is Everything Wrong With Joss Whedon Storytelling

Michelle Trachtenberg played Dawn Summers, Buffy's younger sister, who was introduced into the series in the Buffy Season 5 premiere when Trachtenberg was 14 years old. Trachtenberg shared Sarah Michelle Gellar's comments on her Instagram, but made an additional statement hinting at her own traumatic experiences with Joss Whedon. Without going into detail, Trachtenberg said that a rule arose on the Buffy set that Whedon was "not allowed in a room alone with Michelle again," describing his behavior in the incident that led to the creation of this rule as "not appropriate behavior.... very. Not. Appropriate" while reminding people she was only a teenager during her time on Buffy.

While the rest of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel cast have yet to come forward with their own allegations of mistreatment, many of them have confirmed the accounts of their co-stars or offered their emotional support. Amber Benson, who played Tara on Buffy, confirmed Carpenter's claims on her personal Twitter account, saying that "Buffy was a toxic environment and it starts at the top." Eliza Dushku, who played the slayer Faith before starring in Whedon's series Dollhouse, praised Charisma Carpenter's post, saying it was "powerful, painful and painted a picture we’ll collectively never un-see or un-know." Emma Caulfield, who played the ex-demon Anya on Buffy, and J. August Richards (who played Charles Gunn on Angel) made similar statements of support on their social media. Finally, Anthony Stewart Head, who played the Scoobies' mentor Rupert Giles, expressed his support for his co-stars in an interview with This Morning, while discussing how he was "running through my memories, thinking, ‘What did I miss?’ Because this is not a man saying, ‘I didn’t see it, so it didn’t happen.’ I can’t—I am gutted, I’m seriously gutted."

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I am *loving* your prompts!! I love the way you capture the boys, Ellen. :) I'd love to see something where they're out of their element (being forced to drive, or camping, or a blackout, or outside of the city, etc) Hope you're having a fabulous Parisian day, lovely!!! :)

Thank you sweetheart! I am enjoying all the practise enormously! Just sorry it’s taking so long.

Ok so your prompt is a little broad, I hope you don’t mind that I’ve run away with it a bit! Hopefully this is along the lines of what you were looking for. Much love, angel! xxx

Got a prompt for me? Click here! (Please be aware that due to an abundance of prompts, your prompt may take a few days to complete - but thank you all for submitting so far!)

Dan and Phil are indoor people.

It’s something they really, really appreciate about one another. A basis for their friendship, in a way. And then, later, their relationship.

Their perfect weekend would probably consist of very similar things - video games, Deliveroo, pyjamas, Netflix, and staying up laughing about stupid memes or playing board games until the wee hours.

This is how most of their weekends are spent, in fact.

However, occasionally they are forced outside of their comfort zone. They don’t budge easily, as they are very happy in their socially reclusive, hermit-crab ways, much to their friends’ chagrin.

Usually, when they have to spend their weekends elsewhere, it’s unavoidable.

Like this weekend, for example. Caspar Lee is having a birthday. Well, he has one every year, so it’s not exactly unusual. This year however, he’s decided to organise a camping trip.

In other words, he’s decided to single-handedly create Dan and Phil’s worst nightmare, and invite them to it via a Facebook event.

When Dan had first seen it, he’d snorted with laughter, showing Phil. Phil also rolled his eyes, amused at the idea of accepting an invitation so hideous to them both, and Dan had moved on with his life.

He figured he’d whip up some excuse later - feign a fictional conference or event of some sort - and tell Caspar that, regrettably, he and Phil would have to pass. Instead, Dan just forgot about the whole thing, and then it was two days before Caspar’s birthday, and Dan received a text.

From: CasparTo: Dan13:24pmHey Dan! We’re leavingat 5 on Friday. Are u andPhil driving up? x

From: DanTo: Caspar13:26pmWhat? Driving where? x

From: CasparTo: Dan13:28pmLake District lol Didn’t u read the event?

Dan’s blood runs cold, and all of a sudden he remembers everything. He jumps up from the sofa, sprinting towards Phil’s room in a sudden panic.

Phil is sat on his bed eating crisps and scrolling through his laptop; at Dan’s entrance, he looks up, frowning in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

“Fuck, Phil we forgot about Caspar’s thing.”

Phil looks confused for a moment, then his eyes grow round and wide. “What?! The camping thing? I thought you said no to that!”

“I thought I did too!” Dan cries in despair. “I must’ve forgotten.”

That’s how, two and a half days later, Dan finds himself in the passenger seat of a rented Land Rover, watching warily as Phil navigates the rural countryside of Northern England, despite the fact Dan knows for certain that he hasn’t driven a car in years.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive?” Dan asks for the fifth time.

Phil side-eyes him crossly. “I know you’re a paranoid person, but you’re supposed to have total trust in me, remember?”

“I do, I do.” Dan lies, turning to look out of his window, trying to find something to distract himself amongst the flat, endless bracken stretching out to meet the greying sky. “How fucking far away is this place, anyway?”

Phil sighs, glancing at the Sat Nav on the dashboard. “It says we’ve got another hour at least.”

“Ugh,” Dan grunts, lifting his feet up onto the dashboard.

Phil looks at them in silent disapproval, no doubt thinking about the fact that this car needs to be returned in pristine condition if they want their deposit back.

“Maybe it’ll be fun,” Phil suggests, shrugging.

The atmosphere has been pretty tense between them ever since they found out they’d have to go through with this debacle. Camping, in the wilderness, with five other boys. Louise had initially said she’d come along, but has since pulled out due to ‘childcare issues’.

Dan hates her a little bit for having such a good ‘last minute’ excuse. If he and Phil had a baby, they could’ve weaselled out of this thing too. Dan pauses at this peculiar thought, wondering where on earth it came from.

If he and Phil were ever planning on adopting a child - which they have absolutely no current plans to do - they probably need to have a better reason than ‘using it as an excuse to get out of socialising’.

“It’s gonna be so... laddy.” Dan complains, pouting. He fiddles with the knob of the radio, which is only receiving static, as they’re in the middle of effing nowhere.

“We have alcohol,” Phil reminds him. “That might make it a bit better.”

Dan nods vaguely, sighing. He has no right to be complaining, he knows, because it’s all his fault they’ve ended up having to do this. He’s the one that forgot to reply to Caspar’s invite. For some reason, Caspar didn’t invite Phil on the event, but neither of them thought much of that. It’s more or less assumed amongst any of their friends that if you invite one of them, you’re gonna get the other too.

“I hope so.” Dan says, shifting into a position where he thinks he might be able to nap for a while. “If not we can just make out or whatever.”

Phil chuckles, and it’s the last thing Dan hears for a bit.

Perhaps the most surprising thing about this experience is that Phil seems to adapt to it with an ease that Dan literally could not have foreseen. They’d gone on a mega shop before they left London, packing the boot of their hire truck with a brand new tent, specially designed outdoor cooking utensils, sleeping bags, groundsheets, kindling for the fire... you name it, they bought it.

Of course, Dan’s main concern was that he and Phil would flail about for hours trying to set up their stuff whilst Joe, Caspar, Josh and the others would whip out those protein enriched muscles and have their tents erected in two seconds flat.

On the contrary, Phil launches himself into the task, and quite honestly blows the others out of the water with his prowess.

He and Dan pull up to the spot Caspar had chosen just after the others, and hop out of the car to greet them all. Then, as the others begin unloading, Phil strolls around to the back of the truck, slinging the - heavy, bulky, complicated-looking - tent onto his back, and waltzes over to a spot near where Caspar has begun setting up. He looks over at Dan, stares at him, marvelling really, and calls: “Is here okay?”

Dan nods wordlessly, and Phil gets to work at once. He hammers the pegs, he threads the rods through the frame. He lays the groundsheet and carts the bundles of sleeping stuff through the front entrance.

Dan just watches him, mouth agape. It’s strange that, despite the length of time he’s known Phil, intimately, the man still utterly astonishes him.

“Voila!” Phil says after what can only have been fifteen minutes of work. He stands back from the tent, proud, and for good reason. “She’s ready.”

Before Dan can speak, Joe and Caspar sling their arms around his shoulder, grinning at him.

“Always pick a man who knows how to use his hands, eh Dan?” Caspar asks, jostling his shoulders.

“I wonder who wears the trousers in this relationship...” Joe adds on, winking before wandering off towards his half-erected tent.

Phil walks over to Dan then, smiling nervously. “Is it okay? I can make it a little straighter if you want.”

He’s taken his outer shirt off, and his arms are slightly dewy from the exertion of all the physical activity. His hair is ruffled by the cold, Yorkshire wind, and he’s breathing heavily. In other words, he looks kind of like sex on legs.

Dan stutters on his own breath for a moment before replying.

“N-no, it’s- I really- you did a good j-job.” He gets out eventually, and Phil beams, clearly pleased.

Phil pulls Dan towards him, right into his chest, and Dan just sort of melts there, his eyes falling closed as Phil’s thick, bare arms wrap themselves around him.

He feels Phil press a kiss to the top of his head. “You’re teeth are chattering. Are you cold?”

Dan hasn’t the heart to tell Phil that he’s just stuttering because he’s overwhelmed by Phil’s Heathcliff-esque ruggedness in the setting of this wild moorland landscape. Instead, he just nods silently, and Phil tells him he’s going to go and find Dan’s jumper in the car.

By the second night, Dan has more or less surrendered himself to the wilderness. At first, having no showers, toilets, or other amenities was a difficult adjustment, but despite being a bit of a princess nowadays, Dan has in fact camped quite a bit in the past. Okay, so maybe camping at Reading Festival isn’t quite the same thing, but it’s still a tent, and sleeping outdoors, and slowly descending into a savage over time.

They’ve hiked (not Dan’s choice of activity, duh) all day around the beautiful, raw and untamed land of the Lake District. They’ve even climbed a (smallish) mountain, atop which they’d stopped to guzzle the picnic they’d brought along.

Normally, Dan would’ve hated it, and it certainly wasn’t what he’d call fun, but the views were immense and breathtaking, and there’s something about being here, amongst the undisturbed wilderness, that leaves one with a primitive sense of belonging to something bigger than oneself.

He tries to explain this to the others, and they all laugh, of course. But it doesn’t matter. Phil squeezes his hand in acknowledgement, showing that he understands, even if it’s only a bit.

They get back to the camp and crack open the beers, huddling around a campfire in their bedraggled states. None of them look their best in their rain macs, thick woollen jumpers and muddy walking boots, but it doesn’t matter. Nobody is filming them now. They snap a single photo for Caspar’s Instagram, then tuck their phones away. They’re no use out here, anyway.

Dan is squeezed into one of the camping chairs they’ve brought along, on Phil’s lap. He’s tipsy and his face is pink and warm from the wind burn and the heat of the roaring fire they’ve created. He’s full of soup and hot dogs and marshmallows - camping food - and he’s surprised to find that he’s happy.

Phil’s arms are wrapped around his middle. It feels so safe, here, with him, despite the fact they’re a hundred miles or more from London, in a place they’ve never set foot before now.

Silly games are played, drunken stories are exchanged, which leads to secrets being told, and a solemn pact that nothing will leave this spot. And then, it’s time for bed.

Last night, Dan and Phil had slept restlessly, too cold to lift their arms from their sleeping bags let alone cuddle. Dan looks into Phil’s eyes as they extricate themselves from the chair, and he can tell, at once, that the same won’t be said for tonight.

They stumble through the tent flap, giggling drunkenly, and fall onto one of the sleeping bags - Dan doesn’t remember whose is whose at this point.

Phil is immediately attacking him with kisses, which makes Dan laugh harder, and he rolls them until Phil’s on top of him, though it’s hard to see what’s happening in the dark.

They struggle with layers of clothing, pulling and prising at various fabrics in the pitch black, laughing uproariously at the whole affair because it seems so difficult they might as well give up the attempt.

They don’t, though, and somehow they get there, naked and shuddering as they make love in the narrow confines of their two man tent, the sound of the furious wind whipping against the canvas outside.

When it’s over, they crawl into one sleeping bag with some difficulty, the heat radiating off their naked bodies at once suffocating and not enough. Dan listens to the steady, fast pace of Phil’s breathing, and traces his lips with one hand.

“Can’t believe you just Brokeback Mountain’d me,” Dan says, teasing, and Phil laughs.

“Couldn’t help myself.” He confesses, yawning. “Please don’t get murdered with a tyre iron.”

Dan chuckles. “Fine. If you insist.”

“Home tomorrow.” Phil mutters, sounding sleepy.

Dan snuggles towards him, more than happy to close his eyes as well after the copious amount of exercise he’s done today.

“Hm,” Dan agrees. “Maybe you were right, though.”

Phil’s hand is at the base of his skull, his fingers trailing through the short, bristly hairs there. “Hm?”

“Maybe camping isn’t so bad...” Dan says, feeling awkward about the confession. “Y’know,” he pauses, swallowing his embarrassment as best he can manage. “As long as I’m with you.”

#prompts #camping #pg-13 #fluff #adventure #hope you like it babe!#anon #ellen answers

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Dr. Madej and not in the hospital way // part one

((sorry if it’s bad I haven’t written in like a year!! I made up half the science stuff here like nothings real in this. Also I have one follower on here and it’s a porn blog so love me pls xx))

Shane had a horrible sleep last night and before his first day at work, too. He looked in his mirror and fixed his coat, twisting his head side to side to see whether his beard had gone patchy or not. Luckily, he had blessed with the gift of stable beards and everything was in order. His eye bags were terrible, but no one can have everything. He checked his watch one last time and headed out of his small office, but not getting halfway down the hallway before he ran back in to get his name tag. Shane pinned it onto his jacket and straightened it, grinning at the message it held. ‘Dr. Shane Madej. KBC’ He could get used to that.

Today was Shane’s first day at katefield biology centre and he was beyond excited. He wasn’t usually one to get hyped, but Shane couldn’t keep his hands from shaking as he wandered down the narrow hallways. His lab coat blended in horrifically with the blinding white walls, but Shane didn’t noticed. He was too busy flashing a (also white) smile at every colleague he passed. As Shane neared closer to his final destination his heart began thumping in his chest. What would they make him do today? What if he had to dust the skeletons? Look after the baby rabbits? Hatch dinosaur eggs!? Shane let his imagination run wild as he finally made it to the meeting room. He took one last deep breath and stepped in. He was ready.

“Parkson, room 24a.” “Jackson, 36J.” “Blair, 10C.” “Madej, tour duty.” He was not ready. As everyone gathered their things ready to leave Shane was still sat on one of the back seats, eyes blown open. He couldn’t believe it. This was some zootopia shit. He got up and walked to the lady with the clipboard, a stern face painted on his, what should be, crying features. “Um, sorry to disturb you,” he squinted his eyes to look at her name tag. “Susan. Lovely name by the way. I’m a little confused.” Susan looked over her glasses and raised an eyebrow. “See, its my first day here and I thought I would be given something a bit more involving. Y'know, just for the first day.” Susan tucked the clipboard under her arm and straightened her position. “Look, sweetie-” “Shane.” “Shane, whatever. Today is a where a lot of journalists are gonna come to find out about what we do here and write about it. You weren’t here when people called dibs not to do it, so you automatically do.” “But that’s not fair!” Shane spluttered. “I wasn’t even hired then!” Susan rolled her eyes. “I don’t know why you’re so surprised. It’s not like you were going to be hatching dinosaur eggs here anytime soon.” Damn. Shanes frown grew deeper the more she spoke. “Well, good luck out there today. I hope you payed attention during your tour.” Susan said rather smarmy, pushing past Shane to leave. “Ha, well jokes on you,” he boasted to himself. “I’ve known everything about this place since I was ten.” Shane lifted his arm up for a high five before quickly pulling it down, taking in the empty room before him. He had a feeling he was going to have to get used to this.

Shane’s shoes made a loud squeaking sound as he made his way down the stairs. He had bought them just for work and they were beginning to give him blisters the more he walked. Shane grumbled to himself as he pushed his way through the many workers, some smiling as he had smiled to them before. He, of course, didn’t smile back, leaving many of his colleagues confused as to what happened to Mr marvellous Madej. Little did they know he was replaced with his lesser known side, Sir shitty Shane. “No dinosaurs. Pfft, what bullshit. I didn’t go to clown college for this. Not that I went to clown-oh my god,” Shane put his face in his hands as he reached the bottom step. “You’re not cool Shane. Quoting home on the range just isn’t cool.” He stood glumly for a couple more seconds before lifting his head up and straightening himself out. If they wanted him to be a tour guide he was going to be the best God damn tour guide the world has ever been guided by.

Shane, of course, was not going to be the best God damn tour guide the world has ever been guided by. His social awkwardness seemed to swallow him up as he approached the room containing the group, his hands even shakier than before. What If he messed up and got fired? Oh God what if- “Dr. Madej?” Shane’s head snapped up to look at a younger man who seemed like an intern of some sort. His name tag read ‘Josh’ “Yep that’s me, ” he replied, rocking back and forth on his squeaky shoes. “Dr. Madej.” No matter how bummed out he felt, that still seemed to cheer him up. “I’ll just collect the group for you.” Josh smiled, before rushing off to do his job. By the time he returned he seemed a tad bit more worried and was holding a bunch of lanyards attached to visitor cards in his hands. “Almost forgot these. Hand them out to everyone,” he said, passing them over. “But wear this one for yourself.” Josh then gave Shane a fancy gold one instead of the usual blue. “Ooh snazzy. I feel like King tour guide.” Josh gave an awkward smile and ran off, obviously needing somewhere else to be. Shane scrunched his face up and cringed. “God, why did I say that.” he mumbled, massaging his temple. “I don’t know, you tell us.” Shane was clicked back into reality once again as he stared at the medium sized group In front of him. The majority of the group was made out of old men and women in gray and brown suits, wearing grim facial expressions with notepads in their hands. Two younger women stood behind the group, obviously having permission to take pictures of the building. Behind the two girls was a man in a weird jacket and a hood, black glasses over his eyes. Shane almost chuckled to himself. That guy looked like D.B Cooper. Shane then apologised to the group for the inconvenience and began taking them on the tour.

So far all was going well. Shane knew about every room and if he didn’t he just had a peek inside and a check of the room number and managed to figure it out. The sour faces continued to jot things down after every word he said, making him nervous even when all he said was “This is the toilet.” The man who stood behind the two photographers wrote things down too, but was a lot more subtle with it. Shane couldn’t help but look at him whenever he- wait a second was that a children’s alien themed notepad? Before Shane could stare more the D.B cooler figure had already stashed his book away and continued to stare gloomily forwards. This confused him beyond comparison, but Shane had to keep appealing to the lemons. “And here is where we keep all of animals. Don’t worry, we are animal friendly here at KBC. If you look in you can see all of them living healthily. We don’t test on them here, just look at how they live their lives.” Shane smiled but also inwardly cringed at his explanation. How they live their lives? Not much they can do in a medium sized enclosure. The group pressed onward and Shane began to feel uneasy. Wait, where’s this again? He checked the room name. J? He’s never heard of room J before. The windows were covered and Shane guessed he had wandered into a more secretive part of the company. “Um, so,” Shane clapped his hands together. “That’s the end of the tour.” “What’s in there?” A man in what seemed his late 40s questioned. “Um-” “Yeah, where’s the dinosaurs?” A man so old it seemed he lived through that time interrupted. “I’m sorry, I-” Shane gulped. “You know what. Question time! Ask me anything you want. Get a quote from Dr. Shane Madej.” All the journalists ears perked up at the word ‘doctor’. “Well, where is he?” a gray haired lady pressed on. “I’m right here.” Shane blanked, a fed up look spreading across his face. The group gave an acknowledging ‘oh’ but still proceeded to give each other looks. “OK,” Shane brushed it off. “Who’s first?”

Shane was bombarded with questions he knew and did not know the answers too. He even replied with ‘I’m afraid I cant answer that’ a few times. Overall, the group was well behaved when it came to asking questions not too scandalous and Shane was pleased. Just as he thought he had finished up with the questions a voice piped up at the back. “Dr. Madej, what is your opinion on bigfoot?” Shane looked up and his eyes searched to find the beholder of the voice. “Excuse me?” The owner of the voice stepped forward. “I said, what is your opinion on bigfoot?” The strange guy was now without all of his suspicious clothing so Shane could see all of him . And boy, did he forget about the question he just asked. Stood before him was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. The guy had a stern but almost curious look on his face, space notebook in hand. Shane’s eyes travelled from his hands to his arms and fuck, they were good arms. He began to wish he had taken that jacket off sooner. Also because it was covering his- “Dr. Madej!” “I think he’s baloney.” Shane replied, almost too quickly. “Great choice of words. Have you thought about this before?” “No. But I know for a fact that it’s just a guy in a suit.” “Oh yeah? Then how do you explain these pictures?” The guy pulled out images of some strange looking bones from his pockets. “Cave men. Also if these were bigfoot bones, this would mean he was dead. Do I know you from somewhere?” “No. But how can you even say that, cave men clearly didn’t look like this! Also, multiple big feeted people. ” “Y'know, they evolve. They probably looked like this at some point. And no, it’s bigfoot not big feet. But I do recognise you.” The group watched this conversation like a tennis match, some having even left due to pure boredom. “No you don’t. Cave-” “Oh my God!” Shane’s eyes widened. “You’re the writer of that conspiracy magazine! The one that draws it’s covers in pencil!” The guys face went red as the group looked at him, some stifling laughter. “No I am- ugh, I am a perfectly valid journalist okay and I am going to get to the bottom of this!” the boy whined, stomping his foot. “I know this company has something to do with bigfoot!” The fellow journalists continued to giggle and the boys ears went pink. His eyes darted back and forth before he picked up his bag, swooped it over his shoulder and ran through the crowd. Shane tried to call out but failed, feeling bad the boys feelings were hurt. “Okay, folks. Tours over! Bye for now!”

Shane was now back in his casual attire, walking down the street on a search for a coffee shop. Seeming they had nothing else for him to do, Shane was free to leave right after his tour. It was beginning to get dark and he couldn’t help but feel solemn. This wasn’t how he planned out his day. He pushed himself into the nearest cafe and joined the queue, tapping his foot impatiently after one second of waiting. Once he finally got the front, he placed his order and began to wait again. Shane took in the fancy decor as he drummed his fingers on the counter, loving the autumn feel of it all. Suddenly, he heard a small sniffling sound coming from a booth in the corner by the window. Shane peeked over and saw the beautiful boy from earlier. He was seated underneath some dim fairly lights that illuminated his features. He was crying. Shane felt a pang in his chest and couldn’t help but feel guilty. He turned back around to the counter as the waiter handed him his coffee. “Anything else, sir?” “Actually, yes.”

Shane scooted into the seat opposite the boy and coughed awkwardly as he continued to ignore him. “I, uh, got you something. To say sorry for earlier.” The boy looked up and Shane thought he couldn’t look any smaller. He gave a small smiled and pushed a doughnut towards him, trying not to be too forceful. The boy blushed and let out a small giggle/sniffle when he saw it was the shape of a ghost. “Thank you, ” he sniffed again “I really appreciate this.” Shane could only smile back in response as his heart was beating too fast at the sight of this guy. “I’m Shane. You’re Roy, right?” “Ryan.” “oh, my apologies.” Ryan smiled in response just as Shane did before. They sat in silence as they both occupied themselves with their orders. “You know,” Ryan spoke up. “It wasn’t you who made me sad.” Shane felt relieved. “Even if it wasn’t, I still feel bad.” “You shouldn’t. Depends if you’re going to make fun of me or not.” “why would I do that?” Shane replied, eyes widening. “Because,” Ryan looked up with watery eyes. “Everyone else does.” The look on Ryan’s face almost shattered his heart in two. The only reason Shane knew about him was because he thought his work was interesting. Even though he magazine only got stored in small shops you find on the corner, Shane would still buy them for the cheap price they came at. “I love your work.” “No you don’t. You thought I was called Roy.” “Hey,” Shane replied defensively. “Same first letter.” Ryan chuckled at that. “But seriously dude, I own like ten of your issues. I love them.” The smaller boy looked up with his eyes no longer tearful, but filled with glee. “Really?” Shane nodded. “Even the pencil?” “It gives it more of a unique look. I like it. I do think you could used some better art supplies though.” “OK, OK,” Ryan laughed. “True. But if you like my work so much why disagree with bigfoot?” Shane rolled his eyes. “I disagree with all of your theories. Just because I don’t agree doesn’t mean i can’t enjoy it.” Ryan smiled at Shane again. “This means a lot to me. Thank you.” Shane gave another acknowledging nod. “Wanna get a sneak peek of some new things I’m working on?” Ryan asked, reaching for his alien notepad. he noticed his bag was covered in alien and cryptid patches. Cute. “Hell,” Shane slammed his hands on the table “yeah.”

The two stayed for a couple more hours before Ryan received a text, claiming he had to go. He ran out the door before Shane even got to say goodbye. Or get his number. They had spoken for such a long time it felt as if it’d been years. Shane began to walk home glumly in the snow, dragging his feet as his walked. There was a chance they would meet again, but what if they didn’t? Today was a mess for Shane. He dropped himself on a random park bench and began to sulk, not caring about how damn he was getting. He fingers started to feel numb so he stuffed his hands in his pockets, a crunch coming from his left. Shane reached in and took out a paper ball, clearly stuffed in there hurriedly. He unfolded it to see a piece of paper with ghost and alien doodles all along the sides, drawn in scratchy cafe biro. Shane grinned at the message and folded it up neatly, putting it in his inside pocket so it didn’t get damp. He slept well that night.

'Hey Shane! Thanks for being my no. 1 fan. Here’s my no: xxx-xxx-xxx - Ryan :) PS. I do NOT look like D.B Cooper. PPS. yes, you said that out loud!!!!’

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THANK GOD IT’S FRIDAY: WEEKEND ROUNDUP FOR SEPTEMBER 6, 2019

Labor Day has always marked the end of summer for me. Here is a hopeful look in the form of a summer road trip from Judd Birdsall, managing director of the Cambridge Institute on Religion & International Studies at Clare College, Cambridge, for the Washington Post: We are American evangelicals raising our family in England. Here’s what we saw when we drove across the U.S.

With school in session: Where Does Affirmative Action Leave Asian-Americans? This is a longform article by Jay Caspain Kang for The New York Times Magazine on how “a high-profile lawsuit against Harvard is forcing students and their families to choose sides.”

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LINK ROUNDUP

1. Patti Withers: Once Abused by the Church, Now I Love the Church

The supremacy of Christ over sexual harassment, spiritual absue, a cult-like church, and an abusive pastor.

2. Thomas Hwang: What’s It Like to be a Lead Pastor?

SOLA editorial board member Thomas Hwang writes on his personal blog. “A few months ago, I transitioned from an associate ministry to begin a new chapter in the lead role. This was a crazy turn of events that will one day make for a fun, interesting story to write about. During this season, I’ve discovered that this transition is far more challenging than anything I’ve ever experienced. But like parenting, there doesn’t seem to be a lot of material out there explaining what this transition is like.”

3. Rebecca Sun: 'Crazy Rich Asians' Co-Writer Exits Sequel Amid Pay Disparity Dispute

Rebecca Sun is the senior reporter at The Hollywood Reporter. She tweets, “I worked very hard on this story because it gets to the heart of a deeper, more nuanced level of consideration about inclusion and equity in the industry, and how value is assigned to creative contributions. Getting into the room (i.e. hiring) is step one.”

4. Hannah Nation and EF Gregory: Love from the Margins: Lessons from 4 Pastors in China

The Gospel Coalition interviews four Chinese house church pastors and presents a compelling testimony of what we can learn from the Chinese church.

WEEKEND RECOMMENDATIONS

1. Hanley Liu: Salvation Is More Important Than Success

In this 6-minute sermon excerpt from FCBC Walnut, Pastor Hanley Liu explains how the most important thing is not the success of your children, but the salvation of your children. “It is never too late to call your kids and show them why the most important thing in life is Jesus Christ and him crucified. Because when you understand that, you understand everything.” Pastor Hanley serves as a member of the SOLA Council.

2. Trillia Newbell: Division Between Younger and Older Women

FTC.co asks Trillia Newbell, Director of Community Outreach at the ERLC, "What keeps younger and older women divided in the church?" Watch her respond in this less than 2-minute video clip.

3. Tabletalk: A Field Guide from the Abyss

“The September issue of Tabletalk considers the many ways that Satan attempts to tear down the church, and presents these attempts creatively in the form of a training manual for demons.”

4. Won Kwak: Throwing In The Towel As A Pastor

“We asked Won Kwak, ‘When are you most tempted to throw in the towel as a pastor?’”

5. Aaron Lee: Book Reviews

This week I reviewed Richard Dawkins, C. S. Lewis and the Meaning of Life and Fearfully and Wonderfully: The Marvel of Bearing God’s Image.

FROM SOLA

1. Oh Young Kwon: Opening the Gates Between Rich and Poor

“My Korean-immigrant church is in Lincoln Heights, a community once marred by gang violence and generational poverty. The church prides itself as one of the first Korean-immigrant churches in America. However, the church itself doesn’t reflect the surrounding community, which is predominantly Latinx and African-American. Needless to say, interactions between the church community and the surrounding neighborhood are minimal at best, non-existing to be fair.”

2. Joseph Lee: How to be an Authentic and Appealing Church for Gen Z

“Forging an authentic relationship with Gen Z-ers might seem like an uphill battle for many pastors. We fear to have this authentic relationship with our students because we are afraid that our students might ‘shoo’ us off or outright ignore us. While we may think that Gen Zers are completely alien, they are actually quite similar to the Millennials than we ever thought.”

3. P. J. Tibayan: I’ve Graduated, Now What? 3 Steps to Finding Your Place In the Church

“So how do we transition well from following Jesus as a college student to following Jesus post college? The difficulty of transitioning can be a confusing or paralyzing discouragement. We go to church gatherings on Sundays and feel out of place and confused on how to embrace the new normal. But college grads who had just been immersed in college ministry don't have to be paralyzed by this transition.”

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In case you missed it, here are some headlines from last week: From Gay to Gospel: The Fascinating Story of Becket Cook, I Was a Violent Klansman Who Deserved to Die, An Uneven Playing Field: The Complex Educational Experiences of Asian Americans, and Won Kwak on What Others May Not Know About Asian Believers.

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Okay but like think of this. Pre dating idiots where Loki is like doing shit he isn’t supposed to (cuz let’s face it when is he not) and reader finds him and is like yo wtf and he was to corner her and like starts growling about how she can’t tell fuckin anyone and it’s like fuckin hOT and shit idk sorry if it’s too specific I just love the pre dating tension 😅

You’re trying to have a normal Monday.

Thursday sucked, Friday you accidentally started dating a psychopath, and your weekend was full of anxious unease over what Monday might bring, given Loki’s latest threat.

Don’t think he meant it as a threat, but “maybe they’ll hire me” seems like a threat to you.

So this Monday, you head into work like normal.

You walk your normal distance, you go to your normal office and dump your stuff, you take your normal route to the break room, see the normal faces around the normal coffee pot and box of donuts.

You’re one sip into your first cup of joe when all the sudden your day starts with a spit take.

Coffee spews everywhere, all over your keys, phone, and ID resting on the counter, all over your freshly washed shirt, and Loki laughs.

He’d only nodded at you across the break room.

Crushing your now-empty cup in your fist, you steel yourself and march right over to the god—the doctor, I suppose, he’s not exactly himself at the moment—grab him by the ear, and drag him out of the room.

“You’re—ow—f-fiesty today, hm?” He’s trying to laugh at you, arms flailing as he scrambles to keep up with you; yeah, people are staring, but they don’t know who this new doctor shmoozing them around the coffee pot really is.

“Shut up,” you hiss, dragging him down the hall and shoving him into your office, slamming the door behind you. “You—you...you little shit.”

“Lovely to see you as well, darling.”

“Don’t—oh my god.”

“That’s me...”

“Why are you here??” Your voice cracks into an agonised wail, much to your dismay.

“I’m at work,” he calmly replies, pulling an ID card out of his suit pocket and waving it in your face. “And I’d appreciate if you let me be, I have patients to see to.”

No.

Your heart plummets and you gape at him, unable to do anything to stop him from turning on his heel and heading right back out the door.

Hired over one single weekend.

“Loki!” You shout and run after him, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him back. “I swear to god I’ll report you, you’re gonna kill someone—”

He whirls around, grabs hold of your arms, and drags you right back to your office—ignoring your rather loud protesting, kicking, and almost a scream for help—stopped in your throat by two nonexistent fingers pinching your tongue again.

The hold on your tongue releases when he pushes you into your office, casting a glance behind him before slamming the door shut.

“I should kill you,” he growls, and in a blink Dr. Laing is gone, the greasy, lanky, weasel of a god standing way too close to you instead. “If that’s the only way to get you to keep your mouth shut, I won’t hesitate—”

You can’t help but gulp.

“P-please don’t,” you whisper, voice betraying you. “I like my life.”

“Do you?” Loki pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh, eyes shut in obvious annoyance. “Look, I’m attempting to not kill anyone for the next few days, but if you can’t keep quiet...”

“I won’t say anything,” you swear, zipping two fingers over your lips. “I promise, I won’t tell, just let me go—”

Loki frowns, clearly not believing your pleads. “You’re a liability. It would be in my best interests to dispose of you.”

“But what if you didn’t,” you quickly offer, a sheepish smile on your face as you pat his hand—still fisted in your shirt and keeping you pinned to the wall. “J-just stop threatening to kill me and-and I won’t report you.”

His gaze flits from your face down to your hand, tapping the back of his, and he drops you.

Okay, you hadn’t realised he was holding you that high above the ground.

Scrambling to your feet, you stand back up to find yourself face to face with him.

Much too close.

He just narrows his eyes, glancing down at your throat as you swallow hard, squirming under his gaze.

His hands are twitching and with the way he’s watching your neck, you have half a mind to worry he’s about to strangle you—he certainly seems to be considering it.

Don’t back down first. Stand your ground.

You’re about to come at him with a snarky response to this little blackmail agreement when you freeze, eyes nearly rolling back in your head.

Oh my god. What is that smell??

He’s still staring, itching to kill you now, no doubt, but you can’t think straight—the scent clouds your senses and you nearly swoon.

It’s Loki.

It has to be, he’s the only thing close enough to you to be giving off a scent that strong—oh god, it’s good.

Every man in existence should be legally required to smell like this, you decide, fighting to keep yourself standing straight. For a split second, it doesn’t matter that it’s Loki, you’re about ready to hurl yourself at anyone who smells this good—

But he’s seconds away from murdering you in cold blood and seems to have no problem making you his fake little trophy wife for the sake of his escape plan, so...

“You smell awful.”

Might as well make him as uncomfortable as possible, seeing as he’s going to be blackmailing you—with the threat of death—into keeping his secrets.

“I live in a cell,” Loki snarls. “You live in a civilised shelter and actually have frequent access to a bath, yet even still...revolting.”

“You’re a dick, Loki, an absolute dick.”

“Did you...” he blinks a couple times and takes a step away from you, brow furrowed in frustration. “Did you forget that I just threatened to kill you?? You’re already insulting me again, you must be absolutely stupid.”

“I work in a tower full of superheroes,” you say simply. “One of whom is your brother, if I’m not mistaken? So I’d like to see you try.”

You slip past him, sick of sitting there backed against a wall drowning in his revoltingly not-awful scent—behind you, Loki can’t help but bare his teeth and clench his hands into shaking fists, knowing full well you’re right.

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wRoNg (Release the Beast) Part I {Revised}

Fandom(s): DCEU, Suicide Squad

Relationship(s): Joker x reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: What would you do out of love and self-preservation to protect your family? How far would you go to keep your secrets?

Warning(s): Mind games and emotional manipulation. Mystic-y stuff. Power plays. Violence. Smut.

Tagging: @ashmuck @alexisbagans143 @toxic-ink @kirsty-lou666 @coppercurlzz @snow-massacre @suckerforsmilex @lovelylittlekittn @melaninharleyquinn @roneykuni @twilight-loveer @ms-clown-queen-of-crime @jokers-queen-of-hearts @keya168

Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three (Part I) Chapter Three (Part II) Chapter Four Chapter Five

A/N: When you see this §, it means that J and the reader have temporarily linked up, so to speak, or synchronized. Some Assassin Creed fans may recognize this terminology, which is basically, the reader experiences what J feels, he feels what she does, etc. More shall be revealed as the story and plot continues. 💋

Chapter Six

An angry man’s power will shut you up Trip wires fill this house with tip toed love Run out of excuses for everyone So here I am and I will not run

Time had a strange way of progressing in a rapid and sluggish manner when in the presence of the Joker. He moved about in this manic, illogical rhythm, never fully staying true to the script he laid bare for everyone else to see. After Marisa’s death and subsequent proclamation that you were his Queen, he swiftly hid you away again.

You can still remember how he called out the few goons he’d hired to patrol the area, lined them up in a straight line before opening fire on them with his customized AK-47.

“Y/N, get in the car. Please, get in the car.” Leo was speaking to you with patience only a hair’s breadth away from collapsing. Not once in the entire time he’d been working for your family had you given him such trouble and now you were just rebelling for the sake of it.

“I will. In a second.” You murmur, trying to peer around the taller man’s body to see what J was doing.

“Well, boys and girl, it’s been a wiiiiiiiiild ride for some of you…” J’s voice rang out.

“You don’t need to see this.” Leo insisted grimly.

“Moving at the drop of a hat, protecting my assets and being lots and lots of great fun. I have not fully shown my appreciation for your, ah, s a c r i f i c e.”

“Mr J, please do–”

With a firm hand, Leo grabbed your elbow, opened up the passenger’s side door, shoving you inside just as gunfire broke out, along with J’s maniacal laughter and the cries of panic, fear, and pain.

It’d been three months since then. The current location you’d been moved to closer to the heart of the city and meant for disgraced high society family members, celebrities desiring anonymity, corrupt politicians, etc. Even if people knew your face, no one was stupid enough to oust their neighbor, fear of scandal or retribution, depending on the person, enough to silence another’s wagging tongue.

“Miss Y/N, please come away from the window.”

Blinking, you lifted your head off the clear surface of the windowpane, turning to see a man in his early to mid twenties had stopped about an arm’s length away. “I was just trying to find something to occupy my time, Toby.”

“It’s Tobias.” he corrected automatically. “And Romina is here for your daily lessons.” Beckoning with his fingers, Tobias encouraged you to follow him. “All work and no play makes Toby a very dull boy.” You whispered in the boy’s ear before taking off with a chuckle, amused with how he froze for a second before hurrying to catch up with you.

Sad as it was to say, you’d been reduced to one of those bored housewives on reality TV, seducing and playing with the staff’s minds just to pass the time. Unlike most, you hadn’t done it in a truly malicious way, it was just to prove a point, if only to yourself, that you weren’t afraid of a man like the Joker and he didn’t control you. Steadfastly, you ignored the faint voice at the back of your mind scoffing and pointing out the constant hypocrisy of your actions and beliefs. You knew exactly who to push and play with so that they wouldn’t go running back to J to tattletale.

The two of you walked down the hallway in silence for the most part. You had one-sided conversations about anything you could think of while he tried to be a decent foot soldier.

“You’re dismissed.” Flicking her fingers in a ‘go away’ gesture, Romina pushed off the wall she was leaning against, barely sparing the youth a glance as he flushed subtly in indignation but ultimately walked away. “We’re working on sit ups and push-ups today.”

“But we did that last session.” You pointed out.

“And in a street fight, you would be dead.”

“You always say that even if it’s not a relevant topic.”

“Clearly, the truth hasn’t sunken into your thick skull then.” Done with the conversation, in an imperious tone, Romina commanded, “Come.” Stalking off towards the plaza’s basement which had been transformed into a training center. Grudgingly, you followed after her.

While the Latina made no secret that she didn’t like you, the two of you reached somewhat common ground on the fact that you were a walking target and if you weren’t brought up to speed on self-defense, you’d be dead in less than five minutes once the news that you were the Prince of Genocide’s significant other, just like the news of your father’s dirty dealings were leaked.

Everything in the dark had a way of coming to the light.

As soon as we stepped through the basement doors, a chorus of greetings were directed at Romina, some rowdy and jeering while others were packed with innuendos and playful. Gaze darting all around, once again marveling at what money and fear had gotten a man like J.

“Come on. We can practice over there, it’s quieter.” Gesturing vaguely, Romina firmly grabbed you by the elbow, a floor mat in hand. Without waiting for your agreement or disagreement, she led you to a wide open area with natural lighting, placing the mat onto the floor, next to a woman who was doing her own exercise.

Romina gave a pointed cough and you flushed, realizing that you were shamelessly staring though the woman didn’t glance at either of you. Deciding you’d made a fool of yourself long enough, you did as Romina wished, getting in position for some push ups.

“Okay, just like we practiced. Tuck your elbows…”

Normally, the bar was set for ten push ups, fifteen max, but today she made you do an extra five. Your abdominal muscles were on fire, your arms were throbbing and felt like wet noodles. Romina was pleased though, so you supposed your suffering either amused her or she was genuinely happy to see you not act like a total wimp.

It might have been both.

To reward you for your success, she made a humongous batch of pancakes and eggs with a pitcher of chocolate milk, when you’d first started this workout type of thing, you’d balked at the idea of eating so much, but the meal was entirely too delicious to ignore. Seeing that no one else batted an eyelid at your intake also helped with your confidence as they ate just as much, if not more than you did.

“Alright, alright, alright.” Leo clapped his hands sharply. “Look alive, people. Mister J is on his way back to this site and we know–”

When the room began to clear, ready to return to their normal stations, or suddenly invent something really important to be doing, you snuck away from the household’s staff members and bodyguards, filled with cautious excitement at the thought of seeing J first. He hadn’t seen you in awhile either, so maybe, just maybe…

“Y/N, what are you doing out here?” Closing your eyes briefly, you resisted the urge to stomp the ground with your foot out of frustration. “Y/N, we need to go back inside, to your quarters preferably.”

“Aww, Toby, I knew you were trying to get me into bed.” You teased.

“H-Huh? NO! Of course not. I respect Mr. J way too much to even think of–”

In a moment of pure happenstance, you caught a flash of signature, neon green hair before the gangsta himself came into view.

You were paralyzed. Utterly transfixed by the sight of him after weeks and weeks without his presence.

True, most of the time, you couldn’t even stand him. He loved to poke fun at your former comfortable, cushy lifestyle. He mocked your emotional moments of weakness. But there was just this presence that radiated from his very being. He exuded his will into the universe and made everything in his sight kneel in submission.

“What is she doing out in the open like this, vulnerable and exposed for everyone to see?” Like a whip, J’s voice pierced the silence that had enveloped the area. “Boy!” Tobias flinched at the snarl. “I’m talking to you. Explain to me what’s she’s doing out here.”

“B-Boss, that is…”

Feeling a tendril of pity, you spoke up over the brunette’s stammering. “I was getting claustrophobic, staring at the walls of my room all day.”

“Wha-?” he cupped a hand to his ear, pretending to barely hear. “You got bored, basically that’s what you’re saying, yes.” Leaning up, he laughed though there wasn’t any mirth in the tone; the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. “Do you think your brains would look better splattered all over the kid’s face or the pavement near the pool? Because, honey, I can list at least five tactical positions a sniper, or even just a lucky son of a bitch, would have to be sitting in order to kill you.”

You skin paled and you swallowed but said nothing as J made a slow circle around you, stalking you almost, a continuous growl rumbling in his chest. “Boss, maybe you should…Calm down? You’re scaring Y/N.” Tobias spoke up, hesitant but hopeful.

J’s head snapped around, eyes wild as he stared at the younger brunette.

“I-I mean…”

“Did you just…Did you just call my…Who gave you the right to call Y/N by name?” Tobias was silent at J’s question and the green haired crime lord whipped his head to stare at you. “Oooh, I see.”

“Baby, no–” You tried to reach out and cup J’s cheeks, make him stop and see sense but he dodged your touch, teeth grinding.

“Are you fucking her?” J’s eyes widened a little, breathing becoming more labored.

Tobias blanched.”W-Wha?”

“A-Are you fucking her, or maybe you just want to, hmm?” J repeated himself, putting special emphasis on ‘fucking’, enjoying the way Tobias flushed slightly and shrunk in on himself.

“No sir! No, I swear I wouldn’t. I-I-I don’t want any beef.”

“Oooh, you don’t want no beef? You don’t want no beef? Don’t want no beef?” He was getting more and more agitated, that much was clear, to you and to Tobias.

“Sir, please! She’s not, we’re not, I have no interest in her, like that.” Now Tobias was babbling, making excuses to calm a raging beast.

“Why, is she ugly?” He ran his hands through his hair, a small smile appearing on his lips.

“No, sir! She’s, she’s beaut–” In a fluid motion, J pulled his gun from the gun holster and pulled the trigger.

BANG!

You covered your mouth to stifle the scream as Tobias’ corpse fell into pool. J grabbed you by the nape of your neck, eyes swirling with mania, “That’s your fault.” Turning to Frost, always a shadow to his boss, Joker stated in a frigid tone, “Get that thing out of my pool – it's contaminating the water.”

“Yes, Boss.” With a decisive nod, Jonny whistled and a couple men appeared from various locations, ready and willing to help with the cleanup and disposal.

J glanced back at you, running his tongue over his silver teeth. “Get your ass in the house before I kick it all the way there.”

As soon as he let go of your neck, dropping you that small distance to the ground, you stumbled to your feet and took off like a bat out of Hell, occasionally glancing back. J prowled after you, his features might as well have been carved from stone.

You were going to get it. You were reaaaaaalllly going to get it.

Dread swirled around in your stomach as you perched yourself on the bed, Joker’s bed, to be precise. His room was only slightly bigger and more extravagant than your own. You felt uncomfortable, as if you were invading some sacred territory as silly as it was to think, but it was true. Even though the two of you were married, he never brought you in here. You fucked in your room, against the wall, the floor, in the bath or shower, but it’d never been here. Clenching the violet silk sheets in your fist, you tried to will yourself to stand. To run out the door and keep running but your feet didn’t budge.

Hearing a door open and close, you turn to see J coming out the bathroom, he was dressed and looked extremely well polished in black slacks and a white dress shirt. Wait, he was leaving, again? Before you could ask, he ordered in a curt tone, “Face down. Ass up.”

“What?” Dumbfounded, the words slip free of your lips without permission.

“Since you persist in acting like a child, causing problems for everyone around you, I’ll treat you just like the unruly, disobedient child that you are by disciplining you.” He raised nonexistent eyebrows. “Face down. Ass up.” Hearing in his tone that he wasn’t going to change his mind, your lips firmed and slowly, ever slowly, you did as he commanded. Laying on your belly, your mind drifted as you heard him take off his belt, the leather brushing against your blue jean clothed buttocks.

WHAP!

The first hit was just a swat, deceptively soft. Hands clutched at a pillow, and you breathed in, trying to relax, because wow, that didn’t hurt.

WHAP! WHAP!

The next two, in rapid succession, stung a little bit more and reflexively, unable to help it really, you made the aborted motion to rise up.

Big mistake. He pressed the palm of his hand against the dip of your back, forcing you back down again. Then he pulled your jeans down. Embarrassed, you tried to use your hands to shield your panty clad behind. J let out an enraged snarl, roughly forcing your hands out of the way so he could get a better look at what you were wearing and you knew that you were in for it, as you never had the time to really dress up before he ambushed you for sex. Today, you’d felt daring and donned the lingerie. He would assume that it’d been done to further tease Toby, not because you just wanted to feel pretty and sexy.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Legs twisting and fingers trembling, you gripped the pillow to you in a death grip. These hits from the belt hurt even worse and internally, with all your might, you prayed that this was the end of the punishment. The gods weren’t listening because soon Joker hauled you over his legs, one hand circling the nape of your neck and easily held you in place as he yanked your underwear down to reveal your bare bottom.

You couldn’t even utter a word of protest before J’s hand descended on the soft flesh.

SLAP!

Once again, humiliation burned through you, because while it hurt, your body was having a decidedly different reaction to the pain than expected.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

As soon as it’d started, it was over. Trying to prove yourself independent, you attempted standing but couldn’t even manage to half sit up right so Joker ended up depositing you on the bed. With all that touching, of course he would notice your predicament. “You’re wet for me.” It's a statement, not a question and you both knew it to be true as your pussy lips were drenched in your juices. Soaked. “Tell me what you want.”

Silence stretched out between the two of your for a few seconds then several minutes. He scoffed at your stubbornness but just before Joker could get up, in a hoarse tone, you whisper, “I want you. Please Daddy.”

“The crap I put up with for you, I swear...” The words are growled and the sound created a fresh wave of moisture. You cried out as his tongue ran across your nether lips, lapping up your juices before swirling around your clit. Moaning, you tried to hold of the inevitable, but when he sucked your clit in his mouth, nipping it, you came with a scream. While you were coming down from the high of your orgasm, Joker was stripping of his clothes, and you couldn’t help gazing at his lean, muscled form. The tattoos that covered practically every inch of his skin. Well, you amended to yourself mentally, licking your lips as you looked at his cock; long, thick and hard, most every part. Ignoring your nerves, you decide to return the favor.

Pulling him close, you kissed him, running your hands over his chest, down to his hips and penis. Running your fingertips gently from the base to the tip, you swiped your thumb over the pre-cum gathering at the tip. He groaned. Wrapping both hands around his shaft, you were about to take his cock in your mouth, but he stopped you, pushing you back. He got in the bed on his knees, reaching for your hips and pulling you to him. You felt him slide against your heat and you both moaned. Lifting you up slightly, he aligned himself with your heat. Then you rolled your hips backwards, taking the tip inside of you. He went in slow, letting your body adjust. You rocked your hips against him until he let out a low growl that made your inner muscles clench. He began moving and you met him thrust for thrust as he got a little bit rougher, then he brushed up against your g-spot and it was just too overwhelming. You came with a short scream for the second time that day. He snarled as you clenched around him, slamming into you a few more times before going still, hot jets of his release spilling inside you.

§ It was late evening but dark enough to pull off an ambush. By the last account, both sides were down to a handful of men each. He and the boys would come in from behind and mow them down.

“Boss, we’re pulling up to the area now.”

As if he couldn’t see that. Idiots, the whole lot of them. Still, sometimes it paid to reward idiocy.

“Good.”

He noticed the driver’s shoulders lost their tension at that single word and didn’t bother to stop the slow smirk that spread across his face.

THUMP!

“What the hell was that?”

Oh? Could someone have actually shown a bit more of a brain and managed to figure out about his arrival? Goody. It’d make the bloodbath all the more entertaining.

“It’s the Bat! Oh God, shoot it! Shoot it shoot it shoot it shoot it–”

A bubbling feeling welled up in his chest. First, he snickered quietly, then giggled and changed into a slow, high pitched, insane cackle as he saw the Dark Knight standing in the middle of the road.

“BATSY BATSY BATSY, COME AND PLAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!”

Reaching over, Joker stomped his foot on the gas pedal, hands on the wheel. “Boss, what are you doing? Boss, Boss?!” The car was on a direct head long collision for the dark armored vigilante. Mere few feet from hitting him, the Bat threw three batarangs at the vehicle; two projectiles hit the windshield, and the first broke the glass and another struck the driver in the throat and narrowly missing Joker’s face, while the final took out the car’s wheel. The vehicle swerved. J kicked the dying individual out of the driver’s seat, trying to regain control of the car by grabbing the wheel and force it back into the proper lane, but it was too late. It hit something and the world t i l t e d. The screech of sparking metal, putter of an engine dying, was annoying. Oh. Dying.

Laughing again, that’s how ol’ Batsy Batsy Batsy, found him. Or dragged him out of the tin can of a car.

“It’s over Joker.”

“Then do it! K-Kill me!” Suspended in mid-air, held up by the throat, J spread his arms in an arcing motion. “DO IT!” He could see the indecision. The rage. And something so dark and delicious, that all it needed was a push. “COME ON! Put me out my misery, just like I did your precious little R-OOMPH!”

He was punched in the gut. Dropped unceremoniously to the ground as he vomited his lunch back up. “O-Oh, hit a sore poin--” A right hook to the jaw shut him up. Then a left. An uppercut. Joker was laying on the ground, groaning and laughing with pain as Gotham’s supposed savior sat on his chest, repeatedly punching him in the face. The world went dark after the seventh blow. §

You didn’t know what it was that woke you up so suddenly, except an acute feeling of wrongness. Your face felt swollen and bruised although no one had hit you, your limbs bound by something tight; you processed this all in a few seconds, the exact amount of seconds it took to realize that there was a stranger in your, J’s, bedroom and he was about to stab you. In the span of a single breath, time was suspended as attempted killer and intended victim stared at each other, then, without even thinking twice, you rolled, hitting the ground hard and landing on your shoulder.

Shock waves of pain rolled up and down, as well as through you. The pained scream that tore from your lungs was loud but the assailant would not be deterred. He approached you quickly again and was about to swipe at you when the door was kicked in.

It was Leo.

He didn’t waste a second telling the person to stand down and just started shooting. Romina, where the hell she even came from you didn’t know, seamlessly moving around the dark haired man, getting you up on your feet and hustling you out of the room. Leo covered the two of you, which was more than necessary as more men were coming from each which way. You didn’t know who they were but as they were cutting down the staff and some of J’s men, you knew they weren’t friendly.

“Get in there!” With firm hands, Romina shoved you into a room, slamming the door shut. Frost was already inside, features placid and calm, gun out and at the ready. His large frame dwarfing and almost blocking the sight of a pregnant red haired female.

“What’s going on?” Frost said nothing, merely unbuttoned his suits jacket, draping it around you. “What the fuck is going on?” He raised a finger to his lips, a wordless command to shut the hell up and normally you would protest but when a thump hit the door, you went quiet.

For hours and hours and hours, gunshots rang out followed by the screams and yells of the dead and dying. It was early morning, maybe dawn, when the walkie talkie, sitting on the desk let out some static and then you heard Romina saying that she and Leo were coming back.

“Is it over?” The redhead inquired in a trembling voice. “It’s over, right? That means that I can go home.”

“What even happened? I’m completely lost here.” Waving my hands around with agitation, I glanced at the taller man who, after saying ‘Copy’, into the device, had clicked it off and set it back down. “Someone tried to kill me. How did that person even get inside?”

“They just came out of nowhere. They, they, they knew the hidden passageways and emergency exits. Frankie didn’t even…” Overcome with emotion, the pregnant lady couldn’t continue.

“We have a snitch.” That’s the first thing that came out Leo’s mouth when he burst into the room, ignoring how Frost had a gun leveled on his forehead, finger on the trigger, and the small scream the pregnant woman let out. You had jumped too but feeling safer in the daylight, you thought her reaction to be a little dramatic. “Or at least we had one until Lucy Liu here got all overzealous with working him over.”

“Say that to my face, and I’ll come over there and kick your ass, you self righteous pussy.” Romina snapped, getting all up in Leo’s space. It should have been intimidating, but as she was an inch or two shorter, it just seemed silly. “You’re just upset that I had the balls to do what you couldn’t.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me if you did have a cock underneath those jeans. Wanna whip it out and see who’s bigger?”

Frost whistled sharply, causing the bickering duo to pause. “The boss is gone. I noticed some of Penguin’s guys, a few of the Riddler’s and the one who got into the boss’ room is Two-Face’s specialty. Did you kill them or not?”

“We got them.” Romina spoke firmly. Looking at the pregnant woman, her tone gentled. “You can go, Myra. Would you like an escort home?”

“No, I…No, thank you.” Despite Myra’s weak protests, Romina took her by the arm, saying something that was probably comforting in a too low voice, closing the door behind them both as she left, most likely to be an escort for her anyway. Looking at the remaining two men in the room, Jonny’s feature placid, while Leo couldn’t hold eye contact, the feeling of wrongness increased.

“Where is J? He wouldn’t miss the chance to be apart of something like this.”

For a long time, neither said anything. “The Bat got Mister J.” Leo rubbed the back of his neck. “He’s in Arkham Asylum.”

Again, there was this long period of silence. “…What?”

“It’s an institution for the criminally in–”

With an impatient hand, you cut him off, “I know what it is! Mother and Father used to funnel money there all the time to pay for better security, better staffing. I know… What I want to understand is what happened, why attack us in this specific place, at this time?” As you spoke, you paced back and forth. “There was a snitch, as Leo said. Who was it? Who are our enemies, who are our allies?” Taking a deep breath, you glance at them both. “Tell me everything.”

And so the explaining began. Jonny even brought a couple maps, blueprints, anything current and relevant to the situation currently happening. During that time spent talking, Romina came back with clothes for you to change into, obligingly standing guard while you used the bathroom and got dressed into something presentable.

Then the conversation continued.

“So, to summarize, Two-Face, the Penguin and Riddler are all making moves to seize J’s territories while he’s locked away in Arkham?” Looking at Jonny for confirmation, only to receive a single nod. “I…” Breathing in deep, glancing around the room at Romina, Leo, and Jonny. These were the people who knew how to fight best, who would do their best to support you. “Letting them do that is obviously not going to happen and I have some ideas but implementing them might be tricky, a little bit scary and crazy.”

“Girl, we got you. Just tell us.” the black haired woman said in a gruff tone.

“There are abandoned buildings here and here…” Pointing at the map on the table. “And a sewer connected to both areas here…” Grabbing a marker, you start circling little points. “If we do this just right, we can come up from behind and ambush them while the ‘peace talks’ are happening.”

“I feel there’s a ‘but’ in there.” Leo commented wryly.

“Killer Croc lives down there and I don’t think he’d appreciate the boys dropping in unannounced into his home.” Leo stared at you with blatant horror. Jonny’s features were serene.

Romina...Romina looked thoughtful.

Before you could try and further explain your point, Jonny’s cellphone rang. Glancing at the brunette, you watched a practically one-sided conversation occurred, with him occasionally grunting and making affirmation noises to signify that he was listening. Once the call ended, he glanced at Romina.

“The Penguin rescinded his claim for the Smile and Grin Club. He still wants to talk to....” He crooked his fingers. “‘Joker’s woman’.” Crossing his arms, he gave you an indescribable look. “Says he has valuable information.”

“Oswald doesn’t want any backlash. He’s always been afraid of J.” Romina explained, taking note of how confused you still looked. Nodding, you accepted that. “If we meet him right now in a neutral area, it’ll be showing that you understand he made a mistake.”

Leo scoffed. “A ‘mistake’? This guy knew exactly what he was doing, He’s pussying out because everyone knows that Arkham doesn’t hold the Joker for long.” Romina rolled her eyes. He glanced at you. “Meet him at the very club he was trying to claim, then you show him that nothing is forgiven.”

“Must you do everything in your power to one-up me? Is your masculinity that fragile?”

“Excuse you?”

“Last I checked, neither of you were the Boss’ woman.” Jonny cut in, ending the escalating argument before it could change into an all out screaming match, as it was known to do. “Miss Y/N, what’s your next move?” Caught like a deer in the headlights, you had the attention of both Leo and Romina, both of them were your protectors, but they had very different view points and valid concerns.

“....Tell him to meet us at the Smile and Grin.” Although you were looking at Jonny’s face, you heard Leo crow with delight and could practically feel Romina radiating disappointment. “We’re not going in there to break his arms or legs but his actions cannot be ignored. So, only one of you will accompany me.”

“Wait, what? No!” Just as easily, Leo’s good mood evaporated. Romina didn’t look very surprised. “It’s my job to protect you.”

“I’ve said what I had to say.” Looking at Jonny once more, you asked, “What time is the meeting supposed to take place?”

“Midnight. I’ll tell him the location has changed.”

“Good. That gives us time to clean this place up. Get reinforcements to move to this house to secure it.”

Although you didn’t know it at the time, this is the pivotal moment where Jonny, Leo and Romina started to see you as Joker’s Queen, and not the little girl bequeathed the title but really didn’t know anything. They watched, quietly impressed, as you actually participated in getting the scene of the carnage and destruction cleared away. You didn’t turn your nose up at the arriving goons who also joined in to help get the place looking decent.

That took the better half of the day.

Once everything was fixed up and tidied as best it could, the time was nearly eleven p.m. Romina hurried you through the showering process and you dressed quickly. That all done, you were seen off by a stoic Jonny and agitated Leo. There was no time to reassure either of them that things would be fine since in a squeal of tires, Romina drove away, the motorcycle pretty much hidden underneath darkness of the night.

Arriving at the Smile and Grin should have taken twenty minutes, tops, with the speed she was going. The two of you never made it there. He never had any intentions of letting you arrive at the meeting place. The creature you thought was a myth but was whispered about even in socialite circles.

The Dark Knight. Batman.

You could only vaguely make out his figure standing in the middle of the street and saw him throw something. Whatever that was, it exploded, flipping the bike, and subsequently, Romina and you, off and suspended in midair. Time seemed to slow down as you met the eyes of the caped crusader, in your peripherals, you could see Romina reaching out, futilely trying to catch or shield you. Then you closed your eyes and your body hit the ground with an unforgiving vengeance.

“Y/N!!!!” The yell of your name was the last you heard and the Batman’s cowl as he leaned over you before you lost consciousness.

The next time that you woke up, it was in a comfortable bed. These sheets, that ceiling...You knew this place. But, that meant...No. Shaking your head, you threw the covers off of you, seeing the expertly applied bandages on your arm, leg and torso.

Knock-Knock!

Grabbing the clock off the bed side dresser, you launched it at the door just as it opened. That didn’t stop the individual from entering, revealing it to be Bruce Wayne. The bad feeling in your stomach increased and you glared at him.

“You were in an accident.”

“That you caused.”

“Batman caused the accident.”

Snorting, you laughed a bit hysterically. “Dissociate much? Bruce, you are Batman. The same vigilante that tried to murder me in the street, like a mongrel.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be you. The woman, Romina, she was meant to be alone. Meet Cobblepot by herself. By the time I noticed that you were also on the bike, it was too late. Besides, we have something else to address.”

“More than you needing to be administered to Arkham for possible psych evaluation? Do enlighten me.”

Bruce, tired of the games, reached out and snagged your wrist, the one that wasn’t injured. “Do you think I’m a fool?”

“What the hell are you doing? Get off!”

“I know your parents made a deal with the Joker.”

The expression, ‘you could hear a pin drop’ is appropriate after his declaration. There wasn’t any need for you to say anything, judging by his darkening expression. “He’s not a good person, Y/N. Why can’t you wake up and see that?” Bruce yelled right in your face but you didn’t flinch away.

“So, you think that you’re the city’s savior? Wearing a suit of a flying rodent, beating up criminals and throwing them in jail just so they can break out later, you think, you think that makes you superior? Why don’t you open your eyes, the Gotham that you’re trying to protect doesn’t exist. It never did!”

“You’ve changed.” Bruce said with growing horror. “He’s gotten to you, warped you.”

“No. I just… I’m awake now. The Wayne family, my family, several other elites, we were supposed to be the pillars of the community. To give to those in need. Throwing a couple million dollars at a charity or orphanage doesn’t make you…” Placing your hands on your head, you do a little spin, exhaling explosively. “Have you even seen the Narrows, the West Hills? We have failed.”

“Just because one part of the city is rotten doesn’t mean the entire city deserves to be painted in the same brush.”

“I can see that I might as well be speaking a foreign language to you because you just don’t get it. Even I still struggle to understand but you’re not even trying and… Never mind, Bruce. Batman. Whatever you call yourself when you fight crime in your pajamas.”

Backing away from you, shaking his head, Bruce walked back towards the door he’d entered, slamming it on the way out. Running over there, you twisted the knob but it was locked.

This arrogant little fuck boy didn’t know who he was dealing with if thought a locked door was going to cage you. Glancing at the window, a slow smile spread your full lips.

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