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pluckyredhead · 1 year

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Since we are FINALLY getting a new Green Arrow comic next week, I wanted to talk about my favorite GA story in a very long time: “Earn It Back” by Dave Wielgosz and Mike Norton, which was part of last year’s DC’s Saved By the Belle Reve anthology. I picked up this comic because the solicit mentioned Super Sons and Gotham Academy stories, but the solicit, cover, and variant cover gave zero indication that there would be any GA content at all, let alone maybe the best Ollie + baby Roy story...ever??? (Side note: this is why I am Comics Georg. If you read EVERYTHING, you will eventually find treasure.)

The story takes place “years ago,” when Roy is in 8th grade. (For non-Americans, that means 13 or 14, depending on when exactly in the year it is. Roy’s birthday is in November so he’s probably 14 here.)

It starts with Ollie being called in to Roy’s school to speak to the vice principal, and oh man, Ollie is a disaster here:

There is so much to love already:

1. Mike Norton’s art! I always enjoy his work so much. Take it as given that for every page I am loving the art, so I won’t keep saying it. (Also this is a tiny detail but colorist Steve Wands picked just the perfect shade of green for Ollie’s shirt.)

2. “He’s not an idiot.” Already Ollie is in a defensive panic and absolutely flailing. It’s worth noting that Ollie has always and will always be someone who says the very first thought that comes to mind, and this is before he lost all his money and grew a social conscience so he is using thoughtless, offense language. But also, as will be made explicit by the end of the story, Ollie is not someone who did well academically. When Ollie uses the word “idiot,” he means himself. Roy himself once said Ollie is both proud and ashamed that Roy is so much like him and the fact that Roy phrased it that way makes my heart hurt, but it’s probably more accurate to say: Ollie recognizes that Roy is very like him and it worries him because he is intimately familiar with his own faults.

3. This story sits pretty completely within pre-Flashpoint continuity and characterization - it doesn’t match Roy’s New 52 or Rebirth backstories at all. And as a pre-Flashpoint fan, I do love that. But one thing that emerges from the mess of contradictory versions of Roy’s backstory in the New 52 is that it’s really easy to headcanon that version of him - eternally bored in school, miles ahead of the class and unable to sit still, eventually seeking solace in acting out and substance abuse - as neurodivergent, potentially ADHD. And this story also hints at those tendencies, which there is zero indication of in pre-Flashpoint. I just think it does a great job gracefully combining multiple characterizations of Roy so that no one’s is “wrong.”

Ollie: “Hey Barry. you’re a fucking nerd, right?” Barry: “...Yes. 😔”

ANYWAY LOOK HOW MUCH OLLIE LOVES ROY!!! HE THINKS ROY IS AMAZING!!

My single solitary issue with this story is that it posits that Bruce is someone it would be logical to turn to for parenting advice, but I guess this early on, before Dick started butting heads with him - let alone before Jason showed up - both Bruce and Ollie could be dumb enough to think he was.

I will never get over how cute Roy’s little face is when he’s talking about shooting Wally. I kiss him! I pinch his cheeks!

Weeks go by. Roy’s grades improve, but he’s miserable:

Truly Mike Norton is just drawing my headcanons at this point. Yes, that is what Ollie’s house looks like. Yes, that is how he dresses. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Look how mad the Titans are! Look at Garth stomping off! This is so cute, I’m dying.

Again, BRUCE IS NOT A MODEL PARENT. He’s so condescending here, too. AT LEAST OLLIE'S KIDS ALL MAKE IT OUT OF ADOLESCENCE ALIVE, BRUCE.

(The Dinah cameo is interesting, since she and Ollie don’t interact. It makes this story tricky to place in any prior continuity, since pre-Crisis she didn’t join the League until after Ollie had already grown his beard. I guess this could be the post-Crisis continuity established by JLA: Year One, because Ollie is clean-shaven in that book, which has the pleasing implication that she is a veteran founding member here and Bruce and Ollie are rookies.)

Anyway, it’s the VP calling to let Ollie know that Roy has been cutting school:

BABY IS ANGRY. Baby also has impeccable aim (of course), because oh man, telling Ollie he’s a tyrant and a fake and flaky is one THOUSAND percent hitting him where it hurts. “You gave up on me” oh BOY the abandonment issues started early.

Other things I love: how incredibly daddish Ollie sounds in the “Keep going, Roy” line. Also, “Being his friend didn’t work.” DAVE WIELGOSZ IS ALSO JUST WRITING MY HEADCANONS!!! I have said for literally decades at this point that Ollie’s early parenting style was permissive to a fault because Roy is his buddy! His pal! His little fella!

Like I said at the beginning, Ollie’s panicked “He’s not an idiot!” was not about Roy, it was about Ollie. He doesn’t want to see Roy make the same mistakes he did. (He should probably have told Roy about contraceptives then, but...) (Actually he did tell Roy not to get Donna pregnant in Teen Titans: Year One, but probably he should have been clearer about the means.)

Panel three makes me want to sob. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MU-HU-HUCH. (Ollie and Roy, I mean. Not Ollie and Vice Principal Parks.)

P.S. The posters on Roy’s wall! What a nerd!

😭😭😭

This is such a complicated little emotional beat and I love it. Roy has been so angry at Ollie but his immediate uncomfortable forgiveness and the way Ollie recognizes it for what it is is so good. (Also of course Robert went along with it, Robert Queen was trash.)

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER! OLLIE THINKS ROY IS THE GREATEST PERSON ALIVE! ROY SHOWS HIS FORGIVENESS BY ROASTING HIS OLD MAN!

(We don’t need to discuss the part where I’m pretty sure Roy never finished high school. It’s a happy ending for now, okay?)

Anyway, I love this story very very much and just wanted to gush about it. if the new GA book is anywhere close to this high quality, I will be very happy indeed.

#green arrow #oliver queen #roy harper #speedy

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meowriddler · 1 year

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Sunrise

A/n: i need him 😔

Warning: just fluff

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Edward never seems to sleep well, and that was the cause before you came into his life and changed everything for the better. Of course, back then he would only take naps, afraid of the nightmares that may come with those rare times he actually slept; they always hunted him, but having you around, you were the light in his darkness just the touch of your hand alone eased that fear and anxiety he usually gets.

Sleeping with you was his favorite part of his day besides hanging out with you all day obviously, feeling the warmth of your body pressed against his while watching your peaceful face drift into dreamland he loved to admire your beauty up close his hand slowly reaches out to touch you but hesitates not wanting to disturb you but finding it hard to resist his hand gently caressing your cheek while smiling at you with adoring eyes god you have to be the most beautiful person he ever led his eye upon finally his eyes feel heavy needing nothing more to sleep he gives in feeling more at peace then ever.

Edward reaches out in his sleep looking for that source of comfort but finds a cold place instead, now awake more than ever, Edward gets up looking confused while squinting his eyes. He goes to grab his glasses and puts them on, finally being able to see. He looks around and finds the room empty.

Making his way out of the bedroom, he sees a strong source of light at the end of the hallway, squinting his eyes and trying to adjust to the light, and there you were standing in front of the window watching the sun rise. He could have sworn his heart just skipped a beat at the sight of the many colors of the sun reflecting on your stunning figure, making you out to be an angel.

His angel sent here to answer all of his prayers, and he slowly makes his way over, not wanting to disturb this moment.

Hearing soft footsteps behind you standing there is your Eddie with his messy mousey hair and his cute Batman pjs that you got him. smiling softly at his sleepy state

"Sorry luv, did I wake you up?" Frowning slightly and feeling a bit bad, you must’ve woken him up.

"Don’t worry about it Angel," giving you a tired smile "what are you doing up anyways?" He says rubbing the sleep off of his eyes.

"Oh, I went to get a glass of water, and well, I couldn’t help myself to the view." Now facing the window while sighing slightly, you always did love watching the sunrise; something about it never failed to captivate you.

Eddie on the other hand was busy captivated by your effortless beauty, so unique yet so compelling. Edward wishes he were an artist just so he could capture this moment and paint it on a canvas—not even that would be enough.

Now feeling a pair of long arms around your waist and the warmth that comes with Eddie Just sinking into his body, hoping to be one with him, you could stay like this for eternity and never get tired of it.

Slowly rocking u both, you feel Eddie plant a few butterfly kisses on your temple, each one going further down until reaching your nape. You can’t help but giggle at the feeling.

Eddie stops and chuckles lightly against your nape, choosing to stay there finding serenity within you.

"Isn’t it pretty?" you asked.

Finally, Eddie looks up at the view and has to admit it was pretty, especially by Gotham standards, but nothing could ever compare to you. "Yeah, it’s pretty I guess but it doesn’t stand a chance next to you, Angel." Eddie says Smirking slightly

You feel yourself flush from that complaint, but not wanting to give in, "Stop it, I’m being serious, don’t you think so?" u lightly tap his hand

He lets out a cute giggle at your reaction: "Ok fine, it's kind of pretty. Are you happy now?"

"Yup, I’m satisfied now." feeling smug as u made ur point, you feel his arms tightening around you. Finally, it was your turn to look.

You find Eddie starring back at you with adoring eyes suddenly, and now you remember why you could never look away from his gaze—it was so full of affection you don’t think anyone has ever looked at you the way he did.

God, he falls deeper in love with you every time he looks into your eyes. They are so full of care and love that he can’t help but blush, feeling paralyzed under your gaze alone.

Sensing his hesitation, you plant a feather-like kiss against his lips. He blinks at you, trying to process what just happened, but immediately dives in for more.

As cheesy as it sounds, if your lips were a drug, he would be considered an addict because he could never get enough of them. He could feel his knees buckle slightly. You must know the effect you have on him, right?

Gently holding your face so softly as if you were made of glass, not wanting to shatter it, you deepen the kiss, wanting to stay cradled by his soft touch, but at last you softly pull away from the lack of oxygen, smiling at each other, finding it unnecessary for words at this point only exchanging looks of adoration feeling nothing but love for one another, forgetting all about the colored sky.

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A/n: thank u for reading!! I hope u guys enjoyed this don’t forget to drink water👹🤍

#dano riddler #dano riddler x reader #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x you #dano edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #paul dano #danonation #bruh this been chilling in my drifts for weeks 🥲#bro the tags have been so dry lately 😀

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aingeal98 · 1 year

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Shiva, passing through Gotham: Hello my lovely daughter how do you feel about another fight until we both collapse from exhaustion

Cass: I bite my thumb at you good sir!

Shiva:

Cass:.. Its. It's Shakespeare. What, you don't like it?

Shiva: No its fine its just. Last time we fought you said "Bring it on dickfucker" and I just... I don't know it felt more authentically You.

Cass: You don't think Shakespeare suits me?

Shiva: I mean whatever makes you happy I guess it just-

Cass: How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless mother 😔 Your wit is as thick as a Tewkesbury mustard

Shiva: Please. Stop.

Cass: Are you pigeon livered? Do you lack the gall?

Shiva: Can you just throw a batarang at me now.

#cassandra cain #lady shiva #dc #dc rambles #don't ask me what this is I have no clue either #I just like the thought of Cass collecting every type of trash talk she can be it classical or modern #And mixing them all together for fun

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batpham-discord-highlights · 2 years

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Spider-verse Meets BatPham

Source: ghosts-bats-and-more

Fandoms: DP, Batman, and Spiderman (heavy on the Spiderman)

Batpham plus 3 spiders au: Post nwh spider bros get sent to a universe where no one knows Peter Parker is Spider-Man.

they restart their lives in a new New York and take turns, resulting in Spider-Man becoming a cryptid because sometimes he's a teen, a 29 year old, or a 40 year old.

(When the Bats find out, a betting pool comes into play)

Okay but like I gotta know what they do for names when out of the mask. Clearly they're the Parker brothers but like, are they all still Peter or does any of them have a braincell to come up with aliases?

Okay, but what if it was 4 peters

If we add in 🅱️eter

🅱️ eter and Peter 2 are the dad and mom friends respectively lol

🅱️eter is dad friend supreme

Bruce is somewhat happy that he has someone to relate to (???), with 🅱️eter being in the business for so long, but he's still confused as to why there are so many Peters here

🅱️ eter: eh, you get used to it

Actor names I guess? that's the names given to them in the spider-verse blog I co-run

Alternatively: Burger, Peter, Benjamin and Parker, from oldest to youngest

Or Burrito

I think Burrito is better for 🅱️eter

It's what the B stands for

Burrito! that's the nickname they gave him to differentiate him from RIParker

(aka the blond dead one)

RIP in Peter

Wait

Rest in Peter 😔

You have Burrito, Pigter, and angst man

Imagine a Batpham crossover with comic Peter

Mr. Peter "I have reset the universe before, have no real weaknesses and am radioactive, fight me" Parker

His weakness is thinking fast

YGKJFINS

They have spidey sense but not common sense

In the wiki, his weaknesses are: Pesticides, bad luck, can't drive and anti-venom

That's... That's all the spiders...

they all share one braincell and it died with RIPeter

Parker Luck ™️ caused them to be discovered in this universe

Gwen would've been the next braincell holder, but even she hasn't seen it in years

mhm

Tom Peter lost braincell privileges for erasing himself from his universe's memory

Tobey's Peter got rid of it with that dance...

Andrew's Peter never even had it, except for the smort moments

They don't let Mom (Tobey) Peter or Dad (Beter) Peter live those dances down

I have one more question about the au: do they coordinate to wear matching suits in Gotham or do they have their variations still there? Cause the conspiracy theorist within every batfam member would be on high alert over that

small variations

to tell each other apart

(also the Bats have different suits, it's not out of the ordinary for them to switch yknow?)

Makes sense

It's tiny little variations, but conspiracy theorists are constantly confused, because they swore that Spider-Man just left??? Why is he back????? And again???????

and why does he seem older???

Also, another little fun thing is that all the spiders are connected spiritually

Why does that guy have a gut and is tall as shit, but then this one is tiny as can be

Danny thinks Spider-Man is a ghost

for the betting pool

Like clockwork

Just shifts between stages of life

WHAT IF ALL THE PETERS KIND OF SET OFF DANNY'S GHOST SENSE???

Because they're all spiritual and have probably died at some point

Comics Peter died like 3 times

TOM'S PETER WAS SNAPPED SO DOES THAT COUNT???

Danny: why do you set off my ghost sense? Are you dead?

Beter: haha only on the inside

Tom: I was in Soul World for 5 years?

Comics Peter was shot with a ton of sedatives and then buried alive by Kraven, killed by Otto after Superior Spider-Man, and also by Wade

oh yeah the body switch thingy

Batman being Batman decides to investigate

Batman tracks one Spiderman back to an apartment only to find a whole herd of Peters eating cheap ramen together.

pfffft

there is also a hanger rack filled with other suits of various designs and sizes

Trying to think quick they claim to be in town for a convention and they're cosplayers

Batman: Then why did Spider-Man come here?

Tom Peter: To hide his identity?

Other spideys ^

Batman: Then why am I hearing reports on Spider-Man changing ages and heights?

Batman doesn't know whether to believe him or not because how on earth is such a vigilante so dumb??? There's no way

it gets more suspicious when they introduce themselves as Parker

Batman: why are there so many Parker's?

All the Peter's: ...large family?

A bajillion Parkers and one Ben Reilly

Comic: He's our cousin.

Danny: I heard that excuse before....why does he look identical to you?

Ben: Because families are always identical in blood and genetics?

Comic: It's not like the Spider-Verse is real...

Burrito: facepalm

Kaine: Haha, suckers

Comic: Shut it Kaine.

Kaine is just sitting there with 'imperfect clone' trauma

Dani relates

Batman: Why do you go back to one specific tattoo parlor for the same tattoo a lot?

Kaine: ......

Kaine: I have the right to remain silent

Comic: HA

Kaine sets off Danny's ghost sense the most because he's the spideriest

Danny: You taste of angsty spiders and lots of cobwebs

Kaine: how do you even know what those taste like

Danny is the spider detector

Tries to use the thermos on them cause spiders be sus

It doesn't work

What if he could make his ghost sense change how it looks depending on who it is

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Danny, opening his mouth as 17 ghost sense spiders crawl out again, with narrowed eyes: Spider-Man

Porker pops up out of nowhere: And Ham!

Alternative to this au, it's reversed

Batpham and Danny end up in one of the spider's universes

Probably 616's

Just because Jameson

JJJ would have a field day

J. J. J.: There has been a recent influx of weird vigilantes. Could this be the cause of Spider-Man?

Danny: yo what

Peter: How is this my fault this time?!?!

Peter, getting ready to adopt Danny: Ah, I see

Danny is very adoptable

Nightwing: Back off we had him first.

Peter: And??? I'm a New Yorker

Tim, whispering to Bruce: Watch out, he's a new yorker

Giving him Ditko's Peter attitude,, he would be too powerful

Little pissy man against rich bajillionaire

yes

and back to the original idea: many pissy spiders vs one paranoid bat

They're overprotective little bastards and everyone is concerned

Batman vs all the webbing they leave around from swinging

To quote something I heard in a video a while ago: "The villains reflect a bit of what the protagonist has; Batman villains are masterminds with personas, Spider-Man villains are spiteful nerds"

But then again it adds to the city's spoopy aesthetic

lol yeah

although it dissappears after a few hours

and it depends which fluid a spider uses

sometimes it's organic, other times? nope

they ask Spider-Man how it works several times and get varied answers

Batman: how does the web fluid work?

Spider-Man: Good question

Spider-man: It depends what kind of fluid I use

Spider-man: It's always different

Also depends on the universe

#ghosts bats and more channel #spiderverse #batman #danny phantom #danny fenton #bruce wayne #tim drake #nightwing #dick grayson #lots of peters #more marvel than anything really #dp x marvel #batman x marvel

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 2 years

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besties I'm so sorry to do this to you but I cannot put this off any longer

it's time to start season 3 of Gotham 😔

(as always special thanks to @petersthree for the banner)

right off the bat (pun unintended but welcome) it's my duty to report that the season is once again split into two subtitled halves. this one is subtitled "Mad City," which I guess is actually fair considering that the last we saw of Gotham was a bus full of superpowered freaks escaping from Arkham to run hog wild.

more importantly my fave (Harvey Bullock) was in imminent danger of getting a haircut to impress his awful boyfriend Jim, and one of my unfaves (the dread Riddleboy) was miraculously still in Arkham after literally everyone else got evacuated and/or escaped. I'm personally hoping he's been reduced to eating spiders at this point but my hopes aren't high

this episode didn't go two minutes without rolling out a scary dark-skinned Black man for Jim to beat up. this one is literally inhuman, unnaturally large, and only appears to be capable of brutish grunting. keep it classy, Gotham!

god DAMN it the old captain is still alive

JAMIE CHUNG OF ONCE UPON A TIME???

six degrees of once upon a time is a great game to play with virtually any piece of media, btw

absolutely obsessed with Jim being a random bounty hunter who's STILL just hanging around the GCPD with Harvey because they're deeply and stupidly in love

"a man's not supposed to be alone" Harvey says, batting his eyelashes

Lucius Fox is apparently now working for the GCPD in Ed's place because they always need one (1) person on the payroll whose INT modifier is higher than +1

Oswald is looking fucking phenomenal, it must be said. sharp suit. little bit of eye makeup. hair EXTREMELY up which is how you know he's thriving.

Selina giving out money to random homeless kids... extremely good she's my baby my angel she's never done anything wrong in her life

Jamie Chung is VALERIE Vale... fascinating

horrific news: he's not eating spiders. great news: Oswald is sending him cookies and sweaters in prison so. homosexuality is afoot.

I frequently bemoan Cory Michael Smith's performance as the weak link in a generally delightful main cast but damn if he didn't put every ounce of sauce he had on the objectively silly line "penguins. eat. fish." pop off or whatever Mr. Smith

Jim's hair? too long. bad.

GO OFF BRUCIE BABY

Barbara and Tabitha are truly the only couple on this show that matters I LOVE toxic homicidal wlw

YO MISS PEABODY!!! YOU'RE ALIVE!!!

NO MISS PEABODY!!! YOU'RE DEAD!!!

this is amazing it's like the stupidest possible death Ivy could have had

it's astonishing how boring this episode is despite setting up SO MUCH plot. at least Alfred got beat up.

#gotham time

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aemoglobin · 1 year

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i don't think i ever made a doll for Hana (DC!Rose) so here she is, i guess!

her hair was originally dark brown and leeched to silver-grey after moving to Gotham bc crossing universes really takes it out of you 😔 she's supposed to have blue-grey eyes but that particular color doesn't exist in the maker so i just did my best. they glow purple when she's scared 😚

Hana has a caffeine addiction, two cats (Saoirse and Siobhan), and a gun (not shown bc. the maker doesn't have weapons lol). a cute lil purse pistol for her concealed weapons permit ❤

#oc: ispahan rose #rose oc talk #she is the specialest girl ever and you NEED to cheer for her in the event i post anything i write

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sketchingtons · 3 years

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Anyway I’m definitely still thinking about how Tim told Bernard to hide and just ran straight at the chaos monster to fight them as a civilian

And like, we know Bernard was taken by the monster but how scared do you think he was to see his friend/date just run at that thing like?? They straight up just saw it kill a waiter at the restaurant and then Tim tells him to hide and launches himself at it???

So just imagine Bernard hiding under the table, worried out of his mind for Tim, and then the chaos monster rips the table away and snatches him-and as the monster takes him away he just sees Tim’s body crumpled on the floor, limp. Like, we as the audience know Tim was just taken out by chloroform powder and is merely knocked out-but I assume Bernard missed all that and, even if he did see it, would have no idea what the powder was or what it did: it could have easily just been poison or something!

So anyway, Bernard struggling in the chaos monsters hold, fighting for all he’s worth and screaming Tim’s name, trying to reach him as the monster takes him away-not even sure if Tim is still alive, but fighting to get to him.

#this thought has /also/ been keeping me up at night!#and this is completely ignoring the “Bernard is evil theory” ok? we’re ignoring it!#anyway thanks for coming to my Ted talk! Idk why I’m incapable of thinking of fluffy things akdhsj #my brain just likes to default to angst to hurt me I guess 🙃#I’m straight up imagining this so vividly-I’m this close to drawing or writing something Akshsj #but also could you imagine going out to see an old friend after years-feeling the date vibes with the hope of something more #and then a monster straight up crashes the restaurant you’re in and kidnaps one of you while destroying the other in a fight #like WHAT #that’s Gotham for you I guess 😔#tim drake #bernard dowd #timber #timbern #batman urban legends #sketch speaks

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notwonderlandsworld · 2 years

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Hazy Escape [3]

I’m giving yall some extra love today by posting early hehe +I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO EXPLAIN WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN WITH (Y/N)’S POWERS!! Basically, her situation is kind of like Crona from Soul Eater. If you don’t know who that is then I can’t really help u with that sorry 😔 But remember only KIND OF LIKE so not entirely. But we are seeing that the (Y/N) might be starting to lose control of her ‘shadows’???? Who knows...This has more of the reader. (Y/N) IS GONNA MEET BATMAN IN THE NEXT CHAPTER I’m actually excited at how this story turning out.

pairing(s): Bruce Wayne/Batman x Metahuman!Reader

warnings: Mentions of Billy Kincaid, gorey violence, disturbing themes, mentions of blood, and cursing. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

word count: 1505

CHAPTER 3

After meeting the Red Hood, you tried your best to be more sneaky with your targets. You didn’t want the risk of being caught and having your plan being ruined.

Wait, What plan?

Oh yeah. You forgot to mention...

That same night where you made your attack at the Gotham Museum, you were deep in your head at your apartment when the shadow figures popped out of nowhere again, forming around you and sucking you into the same darkness as the shadow realm. Ok, now you were legit terrified because you never remembered your…”powers” had a mind of their own.

You looked around and grew confused when the shadow realm was forming what looked like...a forest? There were a lot of trees, and a bunch of shadowy figures appeared to be hiding behind them. They stared at you with an expression you couldn’t even guess or tell.

One of them had begun to walk—well more like float, or maybe glide— towards you. It suddenly vanished past your body like it never noticed you. The rest eventually began to repeat the same action before only one of them was left. It stared at you for a couple seconds before it sprinted in front of you, you gasped as it grew a mouth and said, in your own voice, “I’m protecting Gotham…”

Before you think of something to say, the shadow suddenly became larger than you could imagine and engulfed your form whole. You shuddered as you were surrounded by black emptiness once again. But that didn’t freak you out, more like hearing your own voice speak to you again.

YóɄͥ arɇ sǡvÏɳǤ ŧhɇ pɇӨᵽlɇ…

ŦheY ɳɇeĐ yóɄͥ…

“They...need...me?” you mumbled as your head began to feel foggy. You were becoming dizzy as you kneeled onto the non-existent floor below you.

YóɄͥ nɇeĐ tó stÏcƙ tO thɇ plǡɳ...

“What...what...plan...?” you asked, feeling very tired. You were about to pass out, you could feel it.

Tó prӨŦɇcŧ ǤӨŦhǡᵯ…

ŦheY ɳɇeĐ yóɄͥ…

YóɄͥ arɇ sǡvÏɳǤ ŧhɇ pɇӨᵽlɇ…

As you fell to the ground, you began repeating after yourself.

“...They need me...to protect Goth...Gotham...I’m saving…”

You eventually passed out.

When you woke up completely fine and unharmed in your bed, you became scared of what you had experienced. You grew worried. What if you were losing control of your powers? What if you just stopped the killings right now?

“Fat chance. Just so I can let another disgusting person walk free of their crimes?’ you thought, pulling the blanket up over you. Glaring into the mattress, you were contemplating on what to even do at this point. Should you just continue like nothing happened? Should you seek help by...who would you even seek help by? As more ideas began playing into your head about what to do, you heard aloud scream outside your window.

Jumping up from the bed, you raced towards the window and opened it. The sun was barely starting to rise. Looking down, you saw a teenage girl being forced onto the wall of your apartment. She was sobbing, pleading for anyone to help her as the figure on top of her was trying to shrug her clothes off. As he was pulling her pants down, you didn’t think twice before throwing yourself out of the window—which was 4 stories above.

The man pulled away from the girl as you landed in front of her. You stood up, wincing at what was probably now a broken ankle and glared up at the perpetrator before you. Gasping, you were shocked when you looked into the eyes of the Kiddie Killer once again.

“H-how? You were murdered…” you gaped at him.

“Huh?” He sneered. “Who the fuck are you?” He didn’t recognize you at all.

The girl behind you shook as she pulled up her pants and decided to make a break for it. The Kiddie Killer saw that she began running and quickly chased after her, completely ignoring. “Oh hell no.” you put your arm out towards him. A large, gangly, shadowy arm formed and grabbed him. He yelled, “No!” as the girl had successfully made an escape, not even realizing what had a hold on him.

Before he could lash out, another shadowy figure appeared and ripped him apart. He didn’t even get a chance to realize his death. He was then crushed by the arm that had a hold on him. Once it had disappeared, his remains spilled onto the concrete.

Before you could feel any sense of immoral glee, you bent towards the ground and hacked. It took a few seconds to realize your coughing fit was you spitting up blood. After you stopped, nose and mouth covered in blood, you looked around to make sure no one had noticed.

The streets were empty...good.

“I gotta head back inside,” you said to no one in particular, “...but I jumped out the window, how am I supposed to get back inside—” you were lifted up by something and thrown into your apartment window. As you realized what was happening, you frantically looked around. Looking at the window, you saw a shadow figure dissipate. It grew a head and looked at you before it vanished.

“Oh my god…” you whispered.

You had a moment of silence before you shook it off, getting to your room when you heard the faint sound of an alarm. Eyes widening, you looked over at the alarm. Six O'clock it read.

“I’m late for work!”

As you hurriedly cleaned your face and got ready, you couldn’t help but get the uneasy feeling that you were being watched. Locking the door to your apartment, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath before running outside the complex building.

Meanwhile Jason was on top of the building of your apartment complex, completely shocked. At what he had just witnessed.

It’s them.

I can’t believe it...the thing is...it’s really human?

Jason never went back to the Batcave that night.

When Jason went to get his bike back, he couldn’t push off this weird feeling he had. When he couldn’t find you after, something told him he should keep an eye out. Something felt off about you, and it wasn’t the conversation you two had later that night.

“But why?”

“Huh? What do you mean why—”

“The people being murdered are horrible criminals! If anything, isn’t it helping him? Isn’t it helping the city? For the better?”

He honestly thought you were probably just another anti-Batman civilian. The only thing that worried him was your blood covered face and shaky attitude after you departed. His first thought was that you had probably murdered someone, but he was wrong. Oh was he so wrong.

He was at a loss for words at what he had discovered instead. At what he witnessed.

Shakily, he got off the roof and raced to his bike he had parked behind some dumpster. Hopping on it, he sped off to the manor. “They’re never gonna believe this. Hell, I don't even believe this.” he murmured.

When he got to the Batcave, still in his Red Hood suit, he haphazardly took his helmet and ran up the stairs to head to the manor. He didn’t know why he was in such a rush to tell of his discovery since he said himself he didn’t mind the thing killing down people.

Ok maybe he was cool with it, but after what he saw he honestly didn’t know what to feel. It most definitely wasn’t any sort of pity or empathy that’s for damn sure. He was still in shock. Maybe a little bit shaken still.

He dropped his helmet on the living room couch and yelled for anyone, “Where’s Bruce?” He heard multiple footsteps coming from the kitchen.

“Ah, master Jason, you’re here.” Alfred looked him up and down before asking, “Why might you still be in your uniform?”

“Alfred.” Jason ignored the question, “Where’s Bruce?” Alfred hummed and went back to the kitchen, “Unfortunately, he’s not here at the moment. He had a very important meeting to attend at Wayne Enterprises.”

“Fuck…” he mumbled. “What about Dick? Tim? Hell, where is the Demon Spawn?”

Alfred prepared a plate of the breakfast he had cooked and placed it in front of Jason’s ‘designated’ seat on the dining table, “Well, master Richard has gone back home to Bludhaven. Masters Timothy and Damian are currently in school as of right now.” Jason groaned, putting his hands over his face.

“I need to talk to them. It’s uh...kind of an emergency?”

“Well looks like you’ll have to wait then, master Jason. In the meantime, do go freshen up and go change. Before your breakfast gets cold.” With that, Alfred grabbed the cooking ware he used and began to clean up.

Giving up, Jason slumped against the couch before getting up and going into his room—he doesn’t ever stay at the manor—to take shower and change. After all, his breakfast was getting cold.

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Wear Your Heart On Your Wrist And Together, We'll Soar To The Sky

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*immediately drops to my knees and bows into a dogeza*

I beg for everyone's forgiveness and I will take it if you would like to give out punishment.

(yes, it's supposed to sound that formal)

*insert ugly crying noises* It's been a really long time, I know, I'm sorry!

I'm really really sorry! I know it doesn't really make any difference because all I do is say and not do but still, I'm really sorry!

It's been like half a year—six months!—since I updated and I know some of you may have dropped this because of how long you've waited for an update and I completely understand that. And for those who stayed, thank you very much! I'll try not to let you down too much (I can't really promise to update more because my brain is just that lazy but I will try!) 😔

So, um, without further ado, please enjoy :')

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Chapter Six – Chaotic Aura

Marinette's morning started on the right side for a short while… before it turned into utter chaos.

Allow her to elaborate.

Firstly, for some reason, there was a bit of sunlight creeping into Gotham’s cloudy skies (which was a bit weird since she heard that Gotham has typically dark and murky skies all season). The air smelled a bit cleaner than it did when they first arrived, and she and Juleka had even bonded for a while before they joined their classmates down the lobby and waited outside for their bus to arrive.

But, as the saying goes, all good things come to an end. Because Lila freaking started again! She swears it’s like she can't even take a break around here.

She was there—just minding her own business—when Lila decided to bother her. It isn't that her deciding to drag Marinette into her conversation with Alya about Kwami-knows-what is a bother (who was she kidding? It is a bother), it's just that they have this unspoken rule not to spite the other person for no reason or out of the blue unless they were starting one of their unsolicited class fights.

But she guesses that Lila is still going to be a headache no matter where they go.

With a sigh, she focuses back on Kim’s tirade about his newest dare with Alix that strangely involved banana peels, hot pink glitter, a bucket of glue, roller skates, and a yellow jumpsuit... Yeah, she also doesn’t quite understand.

With a smile—albeit a rather confused one—Marinette watches quietly as her friends converse with each other while they all board their bus and sit in their respective places.

She sat between Adrien—who’s in a middle seat—and Chloé—who’s sleeping with an eye mask on, with Max and Kim sitting together behind them while Alix sits by herself on the seats beside because, by her words, she wants to hog all two seats for herself to lay down on like a Queen Bee 2.0 (and Chloé was strangely okay with her using her name like that!).

Really, thank the heavens Alix is on the shorter side of the human spectrum, otherwise, she’d be curling in on herself and cramping her back.

“You good there, Alix?” Marinette calls out to the girl who’s currently lying down with her head resting on her hand that’s propped on her elbow like she’s sitting on a gold-encrusted sofa, smirking as Alix pinches her index finger and thumb together with the three fingers remaining raised to show an “OK” sign as she nods her head in response (add in a pair of sunglasses and her gangster look would’ve been complete).

Shaking her head in amusement, Marinette looks back at Adrien as he shakes her whole arm just to get her attention.

“What?” She chuckles at Adrien’s constant tugging and sees him smirking while signaling her to keep quiet.

Not wanting to miss out on whatever action that’s about to happen, Marinette nods her head sagely and sits properly on her chair, complete with even her legs crossed and her hands intertwined on top of her lap.

She first wonders what Adrien is on about before Mme. Mendeleiev briefly walks past them and it becomes eerily quiet, so much so you could almost hear a pin drop.

“ALIX!”

A voice so very loud and scandalized (that Marinette almost choked) screamed, all the while Adrien laughs loudly beside her.

She hears a vague, “Sorry, Mme. Mendeleiev!” and a few shuffling and clanging (she swears if this was some weird video, she’d even hear a cat screeching) right after and Marinette promptly loses it.

“What was that?” she says in between laughs as her blond seatmate continues to laugh and wheeze like a dying seal (Disclaimer: No animals were harmed in the making of this scenario because Marinette loves animals and will cry if anything happens to animals and nobody likes that).

Adrien smiles like a cat that caught the canary (“Hah! You just punned! I’m so proud!” “No, I did NOT! Shut up!”) and leans back on his seat with his arms over his head. “That, my dear, is what I call, ‘Chaos Coercion’.”

With a small tilt to the side of her head, Marinette wrinkles her eyebrows and stares imploringly at Adrien. “‘Coercion’?”

Sensing her confusion, Adrien smiles and shakes his head. “Yeah, it doesn’t sound as bad as you think it is. What I did was just gently nudging or ‘coercing’ the chaotic particles in the air to be more active, which in turn makes them combine and form a ‘Chaotic Aura’ that increases the chance of creating a situation filled with Chaos,” the blond finishes with a wave of his hands, like he just finished creating a magic trick. “You’d also be surprised to find out that Plagg kind of explained that whole process to me nicely!”

Seeing excitement sparkle in her friend’s eyes, Marinette couldn’t help but be infected by his eagerness. “You mean, Plagg taught you this?” she asks with a hint of incredulity in her voice (she could almost hear the Kwami yell with indignation at her words).

“Yeah, unbelievable, right?” Adrien snickers and rests his head on Marinette’s shoulder. “Controlling the Chaotic Particles in the air was a bit hard since they are ‘chaotic’. That’s why I had to ‘coerce’ them. Hence, the name, Chaos Coercion.”

With a shake of her head, Marinette smiles at Adrien’s naming sense and wonders when she’ll be able to unlock her own “Miracles”.

By the Kwamis’ explanation, Miracles are when the magical entities of a Miraculous become so potent and in-tune with the user—usually even more so because of them being a Héshi—that they develop a sense of being able to use magic outside of their transformation.

The magical entities released then tie themselves to the user’s soul—traveling from the roots of their hair to their fingertips, which in turn makes the user more innate in handling the magical particles in the air.

The binding to one’s soul is a very tedious and delicate process because the magical entities of the Miraculous are quite fragile and requires a sense of equilibrium in the user’s mind and soul. More often than not, the strings of magical entities snap and causes a polarity between the body and soul, leading to broken connections of the user; such as a broken mind (insanity), broken body (organ failures, illnesses, and the likes), and broken bonds (disconnection of a Soulmate Bond—causes extreme pain, more so than an incurable illness—and numbness of emotions and social anxiety), just to name a few.

That’s why, when her friends were able to properly create their own Miracles and were classified as Héshi’s, the Kwamis were astounded since it was not often to see multiple Héshi’s born in the same era, let alone be able to successfully create their own Miracles after training for at least two and a half years.

She looks at Adrien animatedly talking to Max behind him about some quantum physics thing (it wasn’t her thing so she really can’t follow the thought process of their conversation), a smile playing by her lips as she lies back down her seat and closes her eyes—deciding to take a nap, given with the handful of minutes they have before arriving at their destination.

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Marinette wakes up with a start as she feels a gentle nudge on her shoulder.

“Wake up, Bugaboo, we’re here,” she hears Adrien say as he tugs at her arm.

Rubbing her eyes and yawning, she lets his hand guide her to wherever as her eyelids still seem to want to keep themselves closed.

“Here, where?” she asks, feeling a bit more confused with her brain muddled with sleep that she almost tripped. Good thing Adrien was there to catch her.

“At Gotham Art Museum.”

The blond’s voice sounded like it was laced with amusement (specifically directed at her) and Marinette might’ve just smacked him if it weren’t for the familiar smell of hot coffee—now placed on her hands by someone she couldn’t see yet with how she still won’t open her eyes.

“Here’s your daily dose of ‘cup of joe’, Bean… They do say that in America, right?” Alix—at least she thinks it was Alix, she was just basing it off of her voice anyway—asks as Marinette hears an almost silent slurping sound. A telltale sign of how the skater must also have a coffee of her own.

“You know, I still don’t get why you call me ‘Bean’. But yeah, they do call cups of coffee a ‘cup of joe’s.” She nods and sips on the heavenly drink while Adrien lets them down the steps and finally navigates them out of the bus.

“It’s ‘cuz you’re my coffee buddy,” the girl replies, making Marinette open just a smidge of her eyes to take a peek at her. “Plus, you know, coffee comes from beans and it’s also short for jelly bean. ‘Cuz you’re small and fruity.”

“...You calling me gay?” The ravenette gasps with a mock scandalized tone in her voice while placing a hand on her chest. It seems that hanging out with Chloé has made her excellent in copying the blonde’s dramatic motions.

With her still-quite-blurry line of sight, Marinette could see Alix sporting a deadpan look on her face—the one that says, “I’m done with y’all” and “I don’t get paid enough for this sh■■”—as she breaks out into giggles.

“Pfft, I mean, I am… kind of… gay—a bi, to be exact—so don’t look at me like that, Alix.”

The pinkette looks at her incredulously and shakes her head. “You know, Bean, sometimes you’re a little sh■■. It’s a good thing that I still love you.”

Just as she was about to retort to Alix’s jab, another scandalized gasp cuts her off.

“Alix!” Kim joins in and places his hands over Marinette's ears. Although it was quite loose that she could still hear them. “Don’t speak like that while in presence of the babie! You’re tainting her!”

“How dare you!” Marinette points a finger at the jock in faux anger—her laughs betraying her and breaking her character. “I am not a ‘babie’!”

“I beg to differ.” Chloé walks to her side while checking out her yellow-and-white striped fingernails.

With a face that holds a betrayed expression as much as she can, Marinette wails, “No!” and turns to Adrien. “Tell them, Adrien! Tell them I’m not a babie!”

The blond looks at his feet, then, back at her, his eyes looking glassy and teary. “I’m sorry, Marinette. I’m sorry,” he chokes back a sob while shaking his head. “But I can’t risk getting my face scratched with Chloé’s newly manicured nails. I can’t. I just can’t lie for you.”

“I—” she tries to cut the blond off but he still continues with his dramatic play.

“Marinette, please. We both hate lying—”

“But!”

“—so stop lying to yourself.”

Her friends all burst into laughter while she is left puffing her cheeks and pouting (“You, looking like a chipmunk right now, just helps us prove our point you know.”).

“You guys are mean,” the ravenette grumbles and sips at her coffee, imaginary mushrooms growing on her as she draws a circle on the ground using her feet.

Adrian places a hand on her shoulder, patting and consoling her. “Sometimes, the truth hurts. You just gotta live with it,” he says as though he’s an elder giving her a speech about morality.

“And”—Max turns to her, holding a tablet in his hands as his glasses shine a scary glint while he pushes them up his nose bridge— “according to the school survey, 75 percent of the school population agrees to you being small and adorable.”

“So? There’s still 25 percent that disagrees!” Marinette harrumphs while further emptying the cup full of caffeine on her hands.

“Those 25 percent are the ones that wrote how they want to kidnap you and put you into their pockets instead of ticking the yes or no questions,” the bespectacled boy says with an eyebrow raised. “That is just a much more extreme way of saying that they also agree.”

A bewildered expression paints her face as she wonders when the fu■■ did that happened and how come she didn’t know about the school survey?

Chloé must’ve seen her confused face as she links their arms together while laying her head against the ravenette’s shoulder. “That and you just don’t swear or say any curse word, at all. And you give everyone a chance no matter how mean they’ve been to you. I’ve rarely even heard you say anything bad about anyone… Except, of course, those who are belittling to others but that’s beside the point.”

She feels the blonde’s cheeks tug into a smile against her shoulder and Marinette could understand her implication. How she had given Chloé another chance even though they’ve mutually hurt each other so much in the past. But still, not really helping, Chloé.

“The point is”—Kim links his arms to her other side and copies Chloé’s actions— “everybody loves you. Even if you sometimes don’t love yourself.”

Looking down at her feet, Marinette feels her heart grow full with how much love her friends were showing her. She feels gratitude and love—so much love—surge into her whole being that she could almost cry.

“All right, enough with the sappy-ness,” Alix destroys the moment and butts in while waving her hands like that inflatable dancing guy. “We’re here for vaca—I mean, educational purposes, so we should start being edu… cationed…?”

The girl’s words were met with unenthusiastic head shakes and sighs. Except maybe for Kim who was encouraging her with thumbs ups and rambunctious laughter.

“Stop being an idiot, Kim.” Chloé rolls her eyes at the jock’s loud guffaws while snuggling further into Marinette’s shoulder.

As the two bickers while Marinette is in between—which she strangely found comforting even though they were basically screaming in her ear, the ravenette finishes her coffee and finally looks around the place.

Like always, Gotham morning sports a “gothic” and grungy look—the air feeling a bit feisty with a bite of chill and carrying a hint of a sewage smell (which was gross), sunlight barely seeping out of the grey clouds painting over the sun, and dark silhouettes of buildings that stand over meters high.

It was dark, a striking disparity against her classmates’ colorful wardrobe, yet there was something about the contrast that makes the monochromatic landscape of Gotham interesting.

Sure, it paints quite a large target on their backs but the visage still showcases a pretty picture.

With an awed sigh, Marinette’s mind runs miles per second as various of images, designs, and inspiration draw itself into her brain. Her hands quickly snatch her bag from Adrien’s grasp, replacing it with the now-empty paper cup, and pulls out her sketchbook and pencil.

Lines and curves begin to draw onto the previously-blank expanse of white. Her thought processes portraying themselves against the canvas in her hands.

“Those look pretty. Is it going to be a new line?” Chloé asks as she peers over her paper.

The designs weren’t done yet—heck, her drawings were still just simple outlines and notes on the side—but Marinette could see the possibility of it being another collection.

As soon as she heard that they were going to organize a graduation trip, Marinette had hurriedly finished everything on her website and immediately closed her commissions after so that she won’t have work knocking on her door every five seconds while she’s on a different country. She’s pretty much free from tasks that involve using her time and energy to sew.

And it is exactly because of that freeness that she could see herself working on a new collection. A Gotham-inspired collection.

Since she’s already here and is taking inspiration from her surroundings, why not use that chance to create a new line?

Marinette hums in thought at the prospect, immediately jotting down the idea at the side of her sketchbook.

“Ooh, this one looks cool!” Kim taps a finger against a drawing of a dress shirt she’d done earlier. The shirt’s designs were akin to the cracks on the sidewalk she saw this morning.

The design wasn’t anything special, there was just something about the web-like fractures on the pavement that reminded her of the interconnected relationship of existence and extinction. How time is weaved exactly like that of a spider’s web, connected and… confusing.

She wasn’t really sure what she was thinking this morning; it was like she was being philosophical and brooding at the same time. She figured it was just because of the weird air around Gotham that she’s been feeling ever since they arrived yesterday.

“It does look like it’ll appeal more to men.” Marinette nods while noting it down again. “Maybe I’ll focus more on menswear this time,” she adds before pausing. “If I do end up making a new collection, that is.”

Kim smiles and whoops loud enough to make up for the quiet streets of the city. “You’ll let me be the one to model that shirt, right, Arine D?” The jock winks at her while a wide grin spreads in his face.

Four years ago, when Lila did something to the website she and Alya created, Marinette had decided to just make another one because how else will she be able to showcase her designs? So, with the help of Max, the ravenette created a much more secure and stable account.

She decided to create a pseudonym, another name for herself to keep her identity anonymous since, by Child Labor Laws, having a job at 14 isn’t really that appealing in the eyes of the judge.

Her new name for her brand was “Arine Designs”— "Arine D.” or “A. Designs” for short.

The moniker came from her name, Marinette. It hits so close yet so far at the same time because, if you think about Marinette Dupain-Cheng, does the designer, Arine D really come first into your mind?

Plus, she had gained quite a copious amount of clientèle coming from the recognition and affirmation she had gained from the work she did for Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale (although, she did tell them about her wanting to stay out of the spotlight so she would very much like it if they keep her identity a secret), no one would think that little ol’ Marinette would be someone who has such a far reach on the market.

Smiling, she nods at Kim’s request and writes his name down next to the drawing of the shirt.

It wasn’t like she was thinking of getting someone else to model her clothes anyway because she had always had her friends model her designs for her, except they wear masks to also keep their identities hidden (to keep them away from spotlight and being mauled by mobs on the streets because being a model means you’ll immediately be upped to a celebrity status).

Just as she was about to say something to the jock, a loud bang disrupts the otherwise quiet city of Gotham. The bang was quickly followed by loud crashes, booms, and shrill screams. All of it coming from inside the building they were just about to head into.

“What the f■■■?” She looks over to Nino who was standing particularly close to Adrien and she couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment.

What the eff indeed.

…Although she refuses to copy the curse.

“Everyone, get back to the bus!” Mme. Mendeleiev huddles them and they shuffle back inside the said vehicle, the driver frantically beckoning them in.

“What happened? I heard… explosions? Is ever’one okay?” the middle-aged man asks with a pale face, his voice sounding a bit scratchy and sporting a funny accent.

With labored breaths and hearts pumping sporadically inside their ribcages, everybody nods at the question.

“Yes,” Mme. Menedeleiev answers with a heavily accented English, “the sounds came from inside the building so nobody got hurt.”

The man sighs in relief before instructing them, “Must be ‘nother rogue tryna wreck the place. Let’s just get down and hide behind the seats for now, Batman an’ his crew will handle it.”

They follow the man’s orders and duck behind the leathered seats. Accompanied by a particularly enthusiastic “Batman?!” from someone, followed by a hissed “Not now, Alya,” from Mme. Bustier.

Taking his phone out of his pocket, Marinette watches the driver tap the device a few times before looking over to them.

“Take out yer phones and check the news. ‘Parently, Kite Man’s bein’ stupid again.”

“…‘Kite Man’?” Marinette whispers, scandalized, before doing what the man said. Seriously, it sounded suspiciously familiar to Hawkmoth’s abomination of Akuma names.

Jotting down the words on her phone, a masked face immediately pops right after. A face with a ridiculous-looking, yellow goggles that clash with a grass green mask and… what in tarnation is that costume?

The man—or, apparently, “Kite Man”—smiles (she has to admit, though, that was such a sunshiny smile) and waves to the camera like a little child.

“‘Ello, Gotham! Kite Man speaking!”

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