had another dream.
(in which there's a music festival outside my house that turns unsettling).
there was a lenghty dream before this one in which i saw an advertisement in the papers for a free concert/music festival taking place in the city where i live, it was supposed to be quite close by. it was advertised as featuring many different, smaller artists, the main attraction being a small ensemble playing skyrim music on the larger stage.
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i was going down to the store across the park from where i live because i needed something for dinner. i'd stuffed a 10€ bill in my pocket. as i was heading down the stairs, the appartment building began to look different. there was a window with a sill that a coursemate (who lives in the same building as i do) was sitting in. she says hi. i greet back. we exchange a few words. i leave.
as i'm making my way across the park, suddenly there's an influx of familiar faces from university- way too many to be a coincidence. none of them have business up here, i live quite far north, it's a quiet area for families, not students. i overhear one of them mention something about the concert. it makes sense.
sure enough, once i reach the store, the entire area in front of it is packed with stages. i didn't realize it'd be happening right outside my door. i walk along, there's tents, there's food stalls, there's so many people. it's still daylight.
i walk by a small group of people and this super cute goth looking girl suddenly turns to me and asks if i want a cigarette. i turn her down (because i don't smoke), but thank her. i ask her why she'd offer me one? she says because i look like someone she'd expect at a death metal concert (lol what) and that i looked like kindred spirit.
i keep wanting to talk to her more, but being the shy idiot that i am, i hope that she talks to me. we keep bumping into each other and exchange a few words and smiles here and there. i end up walking to a stall serving food, she walks with me. it's way overpriced, but i decide why not? i order a bowl of vegan chili. it's only 3 bites for 6€. ridiculous.
suddenly the sun is gone and i end up at mainstage, where a man with a chello and a man with a keyboard are doing introductions, playing some Skyrim ambience. it's nice.
once they stop, other stages (it was literally just.. booths? where there would be what looked like animatronic puppets performing, or it'd look like someone was sticking their face through a piece of cloth, each booth had a number) begin to perform. the crowd dissolves, all trying to find performances to listen to.
they gather at the first one, where 3 creepy looking, halloween-esque animatronics (or at least i thought they were) started performing. it wasn't bad, per se, but not my thing. the crowd quickly dissolves. feeling guilty and being the only person left, i stay until they finish. once they do, i give a small clap and hurry off. the leftmost "animatronic" turns his head around the corner and calls after me, "how disheartening, a half hearted clap and barely a smile, that's all we get" or something similar. it was very creepy. i felt even worse. it was three men in costume, after all.
as i hurry along, it's hard to find the other performances. there's some happening simultaneously, but once you find one it's usually almost over. they don't happen in chronological order.
i only rarely see people. the place expands in size, rows upon rows upon rows of booths and stalls. it's dark by now and the open sky has transformed into a large hall, the walls are far away to either side and the ceiling is tall. it's got more of a creepy-arcade/indoor-amusement-park vibe.
i eventually find a booth that is playing a song i know, so i stay. i listen, sway along. (it was an ambient song, no singing). i'm the only one there. when he finishes, i thank him and say that i've been enjoying their music recently. they take it kindly. i say something more. it was the wrong thing to say. the mood shifts.
i hurry off, back to the front of the area. it looks like a ballroom. it's incredibly dark and gloomy. there's people gathered there, tired out, filling out slips to vote on their favorite performance or just waiting to finally be let out.
there's no way out.
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Danny’s Wayne adoption bait. The guy that owns the bodega knows it. Everyone and their mothers knows it. Danny, on the other hand, had no clue. To be fair, he had just crash landed in this dimension a week ago and his back was still sore from the weird design the car had.
(It’s only three weeks of homelessness later does Danny realize that he crash landed on the Batmobile. Whoops. Oh well. He’ll blame it on Clockwork if the vigilante asks after repair costs.)
(Bruce, on the other hand, is scouring the streets for this kid the car cams caught- oddly static filled footage- because his mind jumped to the worst case scenarios: a suicidal meta or a meta being threatened or a meta in a trafficking scheme or even worse all three at once and Bruce just can’t because there is a child in danger, he doesn’t have time to sleep.)
Danny rubbed at his back, eyes going watery at the memory. Sure, his wounds have healed over by now but the- heh- phantom pain is no joke. He shuddered, huddling closer to his threadbare hoodie. His only saving grace from getting jumped while walking the streets of Gotham at night is his invisibility and intangibility. Also, he’s floating, so “walking” doesn’t apply to him.
He’s gotta check on the kid he saved yesterday from a mugging, so Danny hurried along to the depilated apartment complex the kid was squatting in. Turning visible and tangible as he turns the corner, Danny glanced around for Amy.
“Danny!”
“Hey, kiddo. Doing alright?”
“Yeah! Come meet my gang!”
Danny felt his eyebrows rise to form Jazz’s exasperated look. Ouch. Waving the pain of losing Jazz away, Danny smiled at the excited girl.
“A gang? I wasn’t aware I was being brought to your almighty group.”
“Yeah! Uh, you actually helped a bunch of us so…”
Danny thought back to all those times he punted crooks away from robbing kids and shrugged. Yeah, what Amy said was likely.
“Kay, kiddo.”
She scowled, and Danny didn’t have the heart to tell her it looked more like a pout.
“You’re just a teenager.”
“Well, you’re a just a kid.”
Danny cackled as she chased him down the street, trying to kick his shins.
Life is good, even if he’s homeless and hungry.
——
“Jason.”
“Old man.” Jason mocks back, pausing his tasks. He waits as Bruce struggles to put his thoughts and feelings into words.
“There’s… a meta.”
“In Gotham?” Jason tilts back, hands halfway to his guns as a silent offer. Bruce shakes his head.
“A child. In Crime Alley.”
“In my turf?” Jason’s disquieting demeanor quickly swapped to a protective one.
“Trafficking, I think. Male, black hair…”
“Shit. Get Dickwing back here, he’s good with traumatized kids. I’ll go look for him.” Jason’s already moving, mind filtering through the kids he knows might have information to offer.
Bruce nods, shoulders relaxing. Jason smacks down the lump in his throat at the subtle sing of trust. “I’ll get Oracle and Red Robin on it.”
Jason morphs from Jay to Red Hood in one smooth step, helmet firmly placed on his head. He grunts in agreement, slinging his legs over his motorcycle. He roars off, mind half filled with tearing apart whatever traffickers dared to shit near his territory and the other half filled with worry for this possible kid.
——
Danny, as the Bats become aware of his existence, hands Amy and her kiddie gang a bag of fancy beef jerky.
“Try these with peanut butter, it’s kind of good.”
Amy stares at him, the judgement of an eight year old more piercing than anything he’s ever experienced.
“You’re fucking weird-”
“Language!” He squawks.
“-but sure, whatever you say, boss.”
“Boss?!”
The kids ignores his alarmed face.
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Yall need to interact with fanfiction author's more.
So. After the ddos attack on ao3.
I was encouraged to write more comments and make my love known to fanfic writers.
I dont really like commenting. Because im a bit shy and soooo lazy.
Now though. I am writing more comments. And dude. This is so heartwarming. Ya'll need to treat writers better. They are doing the lord's work.
Take for an example, couple of days prior, i was searching for something interesting to read, and found an oneshot quite compelling.
I read it. At the end of it, i was blown away by how good it was. It promised me something and it went beyond my expectations. But then i saw a crime, zero fucking comments!
At that moment, i wasn't feeling up to writing a comment. Because, normally i like to write huge paragraphs. But because im lazy i decided to be brief.
Next day, the author answered that the comment lift their mood for the whole day.
That warmed my heart.
Duuuuuuuude! Write comments! Suport the writers of the fics you like! No need to be something super elaborate. Just give your thoughts. Freak out. Ramble. Ask something. Make theories. Compliment. Make a joke about how you wished to give kudos every chapter but ao3 sucks(not true bby) and won't let you.
Truly. Just. Comment. It can make someone's day. And that is part of the apeal of writing fics. Interacting with people.
Just give love to fanfic writers yall. They deserve this and so much more.
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