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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Can you do a bad boy Harry blurb because he is my weakness and I would do anything for him? Thank you.

hun bad boy harry is ALL of our weakness. that man is kryptonite. anyways let’s do a lil blurb for something that might become a lil series - lemme know what you think?! im thinking maybe strangers to fuck buddies to lovers hmm??

You had been on your third fourth jack and coke by the time you saw him.

Burning, lustful, emeralds for eyes. Hair that was so messily unkept that it looked so put together. Black t-shirt. Black jeans. Black shoes. His aura was dark, but his smile told you otherwise. The dimples that were carved into his face told you he was hiding a completely different person behind this exterior, which is why he was so enticing. You saw a piece of yourself in him. Your outfit was a lot like his; black upon black, but it was veil to keep your true self protected. Hidden. You’d exposed yourself before and it hadn’t gone too well for you. The lesson had been learnt.

Other lessons, like ‘stay clear of bad boys and danger’ were much harder to learn. This moment being a prime example of that.

“Another round?” His voice was not as you expected. It held gravity and strength. It was holding so much behind it, you could tell.

“No thanks. I think i’ve drank my poison for the night.” You countered back and turned to look at him for the first time up close.

Fuck, was he perfect.

His cupid pink lips. The freckles on his nose. The slight signs of a permanent frown line to his upper forehead. He was just… wow. You suddenly felt like he could put Brad from Sex/Life to shame - a recent show you’d watched where you’d questioned your entire existence and entire future existence. You could sense there was so much behind his emotionless front too, just waiting for someone to take the risk and divulge in him completely.

He leaned his arms on the bar, letting the weight of the bar-top hold him up. The way he stood let his arms bulge from his tight t-shirt, expressing the veins and concentrating muscle making him look like a Greek sculpture, let alone a human - beautiful - being of a man. He was so carefree in his body language and he definitely didn’t shy away when you caught him checking you up and down.

“Yeah? Well i’m staying for one more round and I kinda hoped you would too.” He waved a hand for the bartender to come over, standing up properly now. He towered over you, even with you sat high on a barstool. He was intimidating and powerful, and you liked that.

“What can I get for you?” The bartender asked, wiping down the counter you two sat behind as a good-willed gesture.

“Whiskey. Neat.” The mysterious hunk of a man ordered, nodding his head in thanks to the man but before he could go off anywhere you quickly added in your own drink too.

“Another jack and coke too.” You said, causing the man to turn and smirk at you only for you to then do the same. “On his tab this time.” He chuckled at you for being so bold and demanding, but didn’t resist nonetheless as the bartender walked off to fulfil your order.

“Jack and coke?” He sounded surprised, but also not.

“Disappointed. You want a girl who drinks pink gin or white whine?” You teased, sucking on the end of your straw from your previous drink. He looked at your mouth, watching the way your lips danced with the straw and the way your tongue licked the remainders of a previous drink away. The sight was so minimally sensual, yet it sent his body into overdrive.

“No, but why? Are you offering, darling?” The way he spoke so smoothly had you weak at the knees, so you were grateful you were sat down.

“I’ll be whoever you want me to be.” You kept eye contact with him as you spoke, biting down once on the straw for added effect - until he snatched it away. You didn’t expect him to be so quick with his movements, but as he stole your straw he kept his face close to yours.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He whispered hotly against your face, before leaning back again. Just in time, your drinks came and both of your thanked the bartended. Watching him put your straw back into your new glass, you weren’t expecting him to lean over and take a sip from your mix. He hummed in delight, looking up at you as he leaned back to sit closer to his drunk.

“And?”

“Tastes like you.” He chuckled before facing back forwards to watch the passing bartenders and crowds of people in this thumping club. “You have a name, darling?”

“Obviously, but why should I give it to you sweet cheeks?”

“Sweet cheeks?”

“Seems only fair, what with you calling me darling don’t you think?”

“No.” That made you stop drinking your drink and look at him abruptly, to find he was already waiting for your stare, “I don’t play fair.”

You thought he was joking about the whole thing, but the look in his eyes told you a completely different story. He was angry and frustrated, a combination in your history that doesn’t mix nicely together. At least not as nicely as jack and coke. If you were ever going to get this guy to reveal at least an inch of himself you were going to have to obey his rules, even if they were slightly indifferent to you.

“No more sweet cheeks then. Sorry.” You blushed, turning away from him to stir through the liquid in your glass.

You had never really been one to apologise to people. Never really had the need you. You’d always kept yourself to yourself, although that not always being most helpful. Apologising, you thought, made you seem weak. Turns out you’re weak for not. Manners make you stronger, build you to be a better person and strengthen you to me mentally stronger.

The crowds of youths and strange elderly people swarmed the sweaty room, making you sweat more than you would like. Still, the room had atmosphere and reminded you that your life was very much alive. You were very much alive.

“Sorry what?” You realised the guy had said something next to you, but you’d completely missed what. Apologising, again.

“It’s uh Harry.” He cleared his throat midway through speaking. You understood that he was nite telling you his name and you could tell he wasn’t lying by the sincerity in his eyes, the same way he could tell you weren’t lying about yours.

“Y/N.”

“Lovely name.” He smiled at you when you caught his eye, making you grin back.

“Well I like yours too.” You nodded, trying to repay a compliment even if it was slightly lacking something special.

“Mhm,” he laughed, throwing back the rest of his drink, “you come here often? I haven’t seen you before.”

“I come when I need a release.”

“Oh I bet.” You didn’t miss the words he boldly spoke. You like him. Harry had spark and he was passionate. You could feel the lust radiating from him body like a heatwave and you craved it all so badly.

“I also come when I shouldn’t.” You finished the rest of your drink, returning your mouth to your straw whilst looking at him. Harry was now standing so close to you that your head was tilted back ever-so-slightly.

“So you’re disobedient.” He asked, reaching his hand forwards to take the straw of your mouth and putting it down on the side. The distraction was unnecessary and, quite frankly for Harry, a real dick-hardener.

“I like being punished.” You spoke quietly, as if the walls weren’t vibrating from the loudness of the music amplifiers.

“Are you here right now even when you shouldn’t be?” Harry asked, licking his lips and looking between yours and yours eyes. He was having a hard time focusing on which one he found more perfect. Your eyes were full of treasure and wonder, but your lips. God, were they so kissable. Too kissable.

He wanted to make your lips bleed from lust.

“Yes.”

“And so you’re going to be punished for it, you say?” Harry’s torso was getting dangerously close to your chest. His head tilted down so he was only inches away from yours, allowing you to smell the whiskey on his breath and the perfume on his body. He was sensory overload.

“Mhm.”

“By who?”

Now that was an interesting question.

You chuckled, invasive and repulsive thoughts running through your head, as you stood up out of your seat, standing tall in your high heels and yet even still you were small in comparison to Harry. In a good way though.

Too bad you had to cut it all short.

“Find a pink gin lady, Harry. She’ll be easier than me.” You picked up your jacket and your bag, swinging it over your shoulder. You tap his shoulder as you round the chair, giving him a half-hearted smile before leaving.

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rosewould · 3 years

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*･༓☾ kryptonite // Bang Chan ☽༓･*

chapter iii // masterlist

*chapter rating* mature

*warnings* gore, forced vomiting

*word count* 1.1k

*disclaimer(s)* this chapter is kinda disgusting

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( C H A R A C T E R S U P D A T E D)

Smoke grunted as he and Taz lugged the rigid body to the deep hole dug in the ground. Smoke tried as hard as he could to dodge the smell of the rotting human being, but it followed his nose.

"Jesus we should've done this a long time ago." Smoke grumbled under his breath before dropping the top half of the human. He couldn't tell if the wetness of the thud was from the damp woodland floor or... the body's head. Taz dragged the other half of the body a bit more before dropping it as well. Smoke peered over at Taz who seemed to fixate on the body longer than usual

"We definitely would've, but no one knew he was dead until today."

They weren't sure of his name, all they knew was that he was a snitch and scapegoat for Papa. Apparently he overdosed on drugs and was dead on their grounds for almost a week.

"Alright, on three kick him in." Smoke peered over at Taz who was still focused on the body.

"It was his skull..." Smoke quirked his brow up.

"What?" Taz snapped his head towards smoke before looking back at the body. There was a puddle of deep red seeping from the back of his head. The skin of the body grew paler, it was nearly blue now. His eyes wide open, eyeballs a ghastly grey. His lips were purple, spread apart so that the insects could crawl and fly in & out as they pleased.

"1..." Smoke started, breaking Taz out of his daze.

"2... Shouldn't you be used to shit like this by now?" Smoke questioned, making Taz look at him again.

"What are-"

"3!" The two men shove the limp body into the grave with one foot. After hearing the brutal impact, they begin concealing the hole.

"What did you do to her?"

Yunho and Chan stare in horror as you foam at the mouth and convulse, tied to a sturdy wooden chair.

"I just shot her with the dart she was gonna shoot me with. Did she poison it maybe?"

"Maybe, but my bets are on her and her group of idiots didn't know that tranq darts have to be stored a specific temperature and used ASAP. I'm pretty sure you shot her with an expired dart."

The convulsing pauses, your head flopping forward.

"Jesus, is she gonna die?" Chan finally found the strength to tear his eyes away.

"There's a possibility..." Yunho went pale at the idea of a dead woman being found in Chan's house. He shifted uncomfortably, eyes flickering over at Chan.

"We have to tell him."

"Who? Park? No, the last thing we need is to alert ANYONE of this. I'm pretty sure someone on her side has already reported back about this. We've entered into something dangerous." Yunho was growing more and more weary with each word Chan spoke.

"Wow, this is really bad." They both stood there in silent agreement.

"The best to do now is just wait I guess."

Scraping of a chair, grunts and whines woke Chan up that morning. He was rushing down to the basement when he saw the look on your face. You looked up at him with horror in your eyes. The tone in your voice was desperate.

"P-please!"

"Well well well! Look who's done seizing!" He chuckles, settling his hands on his waist. He barely got the sleep out of his eyes, but the strong smell of urine and feces woke him right up.

"Please, I can't die! Please don't kill me." Usually someone begging for their life in a horrifying situation like this would be very understandable, but somehow with you, it didn't add up. Just when Chan was ready to ask questions, his mother's ringtone sounded.

Chan's eyes flicked up towards you after pulling out his phone.

"You can't die, huh?" Chan hurried up the stairs, rustling feverishly through the hallway dresser. He returns with a gun in hand. His phone had stopped ringing by then. He untied you with one hand, keeping the gun pointed at you. The ringtone went off again.

"Use your hands to make yourself gag. Now." He hits the green button, waiting for his mother's sweet voice to grace his ears.

"Chan, you've been ignoring my calls! I was worried sick- what the hell is that?"

All Chan asked was to make yourself gag, but you've begun shoving your fingers deep down your throat, drawing bile up.

"Mom I'm so sorry, sorry about lying about my girlfriend. Also I'm sorry I ignored your calls but she's really sick. She's been throwing up so much since yesterday. Must be food poisoning." Chan desperately wanted to look away, but he couldn't let you get away with anything.

"Oh my goodness, she must be in so much pain!" Chan looked at your eyes. They were watering, and struggling to use the arm bound by your side to force yourself to vomit. You grimaced when you got vomit on your hand. You shook it off, sniffling. You looked so weak and pathetic.

"Yeah... she is. Anyways I'll call you as soon as I can and we can properly talk, okay?" Chan hung up before his mother could answer. Your head flopped over again, but this time she began sobbing. Chan saw this as an opportunity to get information.

"Who's coming. I know someone is but who, and what's the plan?" Chan nudged you with his foot.

"U-um... I'm pretty sure it's..." You swallowed and sniffled, struggling slightly against the rope tied around your torso. You looked like you was debating whether or not to say it. You sighed before speaking.

"Taz... it's gonna be Taz or Yeou."

Chan kicked at the chair, only just missing your shin. You flinched.

"Why the fuck don't you know?"

Your sobbing increased in volume, shaking in your confines. You could feel your right arm throbbing from the rope digging into it while you gagged yourself. Your throat burned, stomach still lurching from purging the tiny amount of food from it. This was creeping on the level of things you experienced at the grounds. Either way, you had nothing to lose.

"They're gonna kill me anyways on suspicion of talking, so if I knew anything I would've told you."

"Then tell me everything you know now. Starting with what the two people you mentioned look like in detail."

"Yeou... she's medium-ish height, curvy..." You find it hard to focus suddenly. Your vision became blurry, head spinning. You looked up at Chan, there were multiple of him. He was saying something to you, but it was illegible.

"It's starting again, fuck." He watched in horror as you began foaming at the mouth and convulsing again. He felt his blood pressure rise, realizing he now had no idea who might be after him.

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taiblogcomics · 4 years

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Absolutely Thera-Pissed

Hey there, visas and green cards. It's our ninth blogaversary! Wow, we've been going for quite a long time. Long enough to completely change platforms at least once. Considering we just finished our whole backlog, I think we should try something new in honour of the amazing coincidence of these two events synching up. Before we start on another backlog of terrible comics (trust me, I have something in mind), let's do something we've never done before on this blog. We've only ever really covered comics issue by issue. How would you feel, dear readers, if we instead did an entire storyline all at once?

And oh boy, do I have just the storyline in mind. Here's the cover:

Oh yeah. We're doing this. This story has kind of hung over this blog, mostly due to its connections to Red Hood and the Outlaws. It also prominitely features Harley Quinn, who also appeared in Suicide Squad (which ended before this story took place). And personally, I am a fan of Harley, Booster, and the Titans. And oh boy, does this comic shit all over them, in some of the most truly appalling ways possible. This is Heroes in Crisis. All nine issues. Let's jump right in~

I won’t be going over the covers of the individual issues, or even this one so much, but I do like that quote at the top. It is actually some good superhero artwork! It is an extremely awful story, but the artwork is fine~

So the first issue starts like this: Booster Gold's in one of those tiny middle-American diners. The host's loving it, since she says superheroes never show up and eat here. And oh look, here comes another one! Booster replies that that's no hero, as Harley Quinn walks in. Clearly he hasn't been reading her solo series. Harley orders some pie, and she and Booster eat in terse silence. Until suddenly Harley grabs a knife, and the two begin a real knock-down, drag-out fight. And lemme tell ya something, Harley keeps up with a guy who can fly and project forcefields pretty well. Eventually the pair are exhausted, and Booster says he's gotta bring Harley in, after what he saw her do. Harley protests, because she didn't kill all those people. She saw Booster do it.

All this is intercut with two different scenes. One is sort of a confession-cam style thing, a bunch of heroes (including Harley, Blue Jay, Booster, and Hotspot) all admitting they're here for therapy. And the second is Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman talking with each other as they land in a particular site. This place is called Sanctuary. It is currently full of dead heroes. Among the deceased here are Hotspot, Lagoon Boy, Wally West, and Roy Harper. And this is my first major complaint. Do you know what all these characters have in common? Hey, DC: Stop using the Titans as your cannon fodder. Stop treating them as a joke. Every iteration of the team deserves more respect than this.

So Harley and Booster are going to be our POV characters for this story. I like both of these characters a lot, so this is probably going to be pretty painful seeing them written horribly. Harley goes off to the Penguin for protection, and we actually get to see her in her old costume. It is a breath of fresh air, honestly. Booster, meanwhile, mostly just tries to rationalise his actions with Skeets, his robot buddy. Booster suffered kind of a psychotic break back in the Batman storyline "The Gift", which is why he was in Sanctuary to begin with. This story is basically a follow-up to that one, and has the same sort of tone.

Harley confronts the trinity in Gotham, revealing she set the whole thing up with Penguin just so she could get close to them on her terms. She uses the Lasso of Truth to confess she saw Booster Gold do it, then uses the Kryptonite in Batman's belt to skip town. The next time we see her, she's at the docks, giving a eulogy to Poison Ivy, another victim of Sanctuary. Booster Gold, meanwhile, has rationalised that Batman would solve the crime himself rather than turn himself in, and goes to Barry Allen to check in. Of course, the trinity are the only ones who know about the accident yet, so when Booster tells Barry that Wally's dead, he gets super pissed. Just like the readers are!

Issue 3 is a flashback issue, showing Booster's first day at Sanctuary. Sanctuary works like this: everyone gets their own private quarters, and if they want to visit the common areas, they wear a mask and cloak to preserve anonymity. Here's the first really big problem with Sanctuary: while therapy for superheroes is a good (possibly necessary) concept, Sanctuary is only one kind of therapy. It essentially assumes everyone responds the same to the same sort of therapy. The kind here is that Sanctuary gives you a private room that simulates your traumas (with a holodeck) and has you physically confront them. Lagoon Boy, for example, is shown to be facing the laser that killed him over and over again. Wally sets up superhero battles that still have his kids with him. And while this sort of therapy might help some people, it's definitely not universal.

Booster starts his first session, which ends up just being a hologram of himself, talking to him. Before he can get much further, though, alarms go off and everyone is urged to emergency evacuate. Lagoon Boy is killed--in a deliberate callback to his previous death, no less--and we see a few other victims, including Red Devil, Commander Steel, and Gunfire. Wally clutches Roy's body as he dies in his arms, and Harley smacks Wally in the face with her hammer. She greets Booster cheerfully, and he admits he's having a hell of a first day.

After a brief scene of Aqualad (Garth, in this case) drinking in a bar--and who can blame him for wanting to drink after experiencing this story?--Batman and Barry meet, thus showing they're still unsure who did it. Booster is being interrogated under the Lasso of Truth, and he relays the previous issue to us. In his mind, Harley did it. Harley, meanwhile, has tracked down Batgirl (Barbara Gordon) and surprisingly... they hug. Babs promises to help stick by Harley and prove her innocence. After all, Babs has been through trauma, too. The comic reminds us of this with another confession-cam video, showing Babs display the scars she received from “The Killing Joke".

So, about these confession cams... They've been interspersed between scenes, showing everyone from Batman down to guys like Gunfire or the Protector relaying their problems by confession. Again, this sort of therapy isn't for everyone, but it's the only one Sanctuary's got. Superman tells Batman that Lois has been receiving these videos anonymously. Batman responds that there are no videos. Sanctuary does not keep records, to preserve patient confidentiality. Supes replies that there are videos, he's seen them, and now the media has them. The issue ends with a breaking story about "What is the secret superhero Sanctuary?" exposé airing on television...

Speaking of breaking, Blue Beetle (Ted Kord, who I'm as surprised as anybody to find out is alive again post-Rebirth) breaks Booster out of the Hall of Justice where he's being held. The pair watch the breaking news report on television while they try to come up with a plan. Booster's idea is to confess to Barry again, figuring they won't expect the stupidest possible move, making it actually the smartest possible move. Booster has not really recovered from his insanity, I see. He and Beetle do exactly that, surprising Barry at work, which is apparently all the advantage they need. This is because Barry, as a forensic scientist, has access to the data on the autopsies.

While Superman makes a public statement to the press regarding Sanctuary, Batman passes Skeets into Batgirl's care, and she immediately violates that trust by in turn passing Skeets to Harley. It's implied Harley tortures the information regarding Booster's whereabouts out of Skeets, but it's okay because he's just a robot. Babs and Harley turn up at Booster's place as he's analysing the data he obtained from Barry. Here's where it all starts to fall into place: the data on Wally West says his body is five days older than the rest of them.

Issue 6 is kind of a triple piece, but one that can be summed up fairly quickly. It focuses on three specific characters who were all at Sanctuary. The parts regarding Gnaark the caveman (another Titans alumnus) are ultimately pointless, since the issue ends with his death. The parts with Harley focus on Joker's abuse of her and Posion Ivy's care towards her. This also ends badly. Wally's parts focus on the DC Rebirth story where he essentially willed himself back into the universe. And while that story is really good and it was a joy to see Wally again, it ultimately ended with the knowledge that Wally's family did not reappear with him. His kids are gone, his wife is with someone else and does not remember him, and until he forced his way back into everyone's memories, no one else recalled him either. This would traumatise anybody. But it may have really traumatised Wally.

The next issue starts really well, honestly. Booster and Harley are fighting it out--again--while Babs and Beetle just watch. Like, they aren't even stressed, they're both familiar with their respective charges, and this is really no surprise. In any other comic, this would be a great scene. Shame that it's in this one, and it's not nearly enough to save even a lick of it. Eventually Babs works out that Booster's forcefields are only currently working because of some jury-rigged tech that's powered by Blue Beetle's consciousness. So she knocks him out with one hit. Harley prepares a killing blow, but ultimately cannot go through with it, proving she's a good person. She and Booster just collapse on the floor, and bond over the fact that they both kind of suck as superheroes (from their own perspectives, at least).

With Booster, Beetle, Babs, and Harley (Barley?) all on the same side now, the group decide to get to the bottom of everything together. Meanwhile, the rose Harley dropped off the docks is picked up by Wally. See, while the body they found of Wally is five days older than the rest, this means he time-traveled and is still at present alive. Wally channels his Speed Force into the rose, causing it to grow rapidly--and Poison Ivy blooms from it, restored to life. I don't get it either, but if it means Ivy didn't die in this stupid story, I'll take it. Wally then apologises, since Ivy just returned to life and now she has to see death so soon. Those five days are up, and a second Wally appears, ready to literally kill himself.

So here's what really fucking happened.

Wally had been at Sanctuary three weeks already. He's frustrated because the therapy's not helping as fast as he thought it would. He does a jump into the Speed Force and basically exists everywhere at once. Spread across the time stream, he witnesses everybody's confession cams all at once. He sees "the trauma of a thousand heroes in crisis" (hey, we have a title, ladies and gentlemen). And... it's too much. Realising everybody's personal pain breaks him. He unleashes the burst of pent-up energy he'd stored to do the time jaunt thing and kills everyone at Sanctuary.

Lagoon Boy. Protector. Hotspot. Red Devil. Arsenal. Gnaark. Solstice. Tattooed Man. Gunfire. Blue Jay. Commander Steel. Nemesis. I want you to remember these names. These were all pre-existing characters. Half of them were members of the Titans at one point or another. Wally West, the Flash, killed them in a stupid, stupid storyline that not only assassinates his character, but also literally assassinates all these other characters.

Wally uses his super speed to set up the bodies, rig the crime scenes so it looks like Harley or Booster could be responsible for their deaths. He then travels forward in time to the present moment, where he has just confessed all this to Poison Ivy. He kills that version of himself and travels back in time with it to fake his own death. He then uses the VR tech of Sanctuary to trick Booster and Harley into believing they saw the other commit the deeds. Neither of them even knew they'd never left their respective therapy simulations. This leaves Wally with a five day window to figure out something good he can do to make up for killing everyone.

So the final issue wraps it up like this: Booster time-travels the group back to where Barry is about to kill his own paradox clone. Harley and Ivy reunite, which is nice. So here's the plan: this doesn't have to end with any more death. In the end, what Barry did was all an accident. So Booster travels into the future to make a clone of the paradox-Wally. This gives them a five-day-old body they can leave at the massacre, in order to close the timeloop. The present Wally turns himself in and is arrested, while the five-days-ago paradox Wally merges back into the Speed Force, still running to try and find his family.

And the "good" thing Wally did to make up for killing everyone? He was the one that leaked Sanctuary's existence to the media. In his mind, the idea that heroes are seen as constant paragons was too much pressure. By letting the public know that even superheroes need therapy, even superheroes suffer trauma just like everyone else, he he could let people know that heroes are just that: people. People like everyone else. And that it is okay for anyone to seek help if you need it. This seems like a nice sentiment, until you remember the reason Wally killed everyone is because he was impatient about how his therapy was going. What an awful story.

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Like, legitimately, this story is just awful. The basic premise--that heroes could probably do with therapy--is not a bad one. The execution is just really completely mismanaged, though. Start with the beginning. Why are Harley Quinn and Booster Gold chosen as the focus characters? Because they're the ones you could believe would orchestrate a mass murder, right? Except no. You would never believe that. Booster is not that much of a screw-up, and Harley is not that much of a villain. Neither of them have been those things for many years. The readers know that, but it feels like the writer didn't.

And that's the worst part of it all. The superficiality of the story. In the end, why was this story written? To explore the concept of therapy for superheroes? Well, then, it went about it in the worst way possible. Not everyone experiences trauma in the same way. And therefore, not everyone responds to therapy in the same way. The way therapy is depicted in this story is just wrong. Frankly, Sanctuary looks like one of the worst places to get treatment, right alongside Arkham Asylum. Do you think anybody's really going to take away from this story "It's okay to talk about your traumas if you need to"? In or out of universe?

I didn't really talk about the confession cams, but they seemed highly unnecessary. They were always the same, a 3x3 of panels featuring a superhero talking about their traumas. Most of them didn't factor into the story, and at most they felt like a common scene transition. They tried to give them some weight by revealing that the contents of all these possibly got leaked? But then they just kinda dropped that subplot. Which was really kind of serious, because the traumas range from the Protector (a character created for drug PSAs) confessing that he has done drugs to Superman talking about the burden of keeping his identity secret. How much of these did the public actually get? And if it was none, what was even the point of it being a subplot~? Like, leak that Sanctuary existed, sure, but why did Lois Lane get sent all the videos that shouldn't have existed~?

What this story has done to Wally is awful. They have completely tarnished this likeable, amazing hero by having him kill twelve people (thirteen, if you include Poison Ivy), several of them colleagues and friends. All because he's trying to fake his way through therapy when it isn't helping him as fast as he wants. Know what would have been a good story? How about he learns to cope with his trauma? How about he actually gets his family back? It's unrealistic as hell, but it's a fictional story. It's escapism. It's okay to have a happy ending. I ''want'' my stories to end in happy endings, because it's so hard to get them in real life. I want something better than this.

DC Rebirth was a breath of fresh air. Wally's return to the DC universe felt like the clouds were lifitng. The stories following Rebirth felt like a return to form after the darkening of the New 52. It felt like the stories were getting good again, like the comics were getting fun and hopeful again. It couldn't last, though, could it? This story is only three years after the Rebirth initiative. Three years? That's all the hope we get in the universe? I sincerely hope this story ends up an abberation, and not a return to form of the darker, more dour universe we put up with in the New 52. Especially given current events, you can understand why a brighter, optimistic fictional world is appealing. I sincerely hope that when comics resume publication after the pandemic, a more positive outlook continues, and stories like this are left in the garbage where they belong.

This book is fucking awful, and I am done with it. Next week, we'll start reviewing an all-new series for the Taiblog. Let's just say I'm not done ranting about injustices against the Teen Titans~

#comics #reviews #Heroes in Crisis #Taiblog

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jupitermelichios · 3 years

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S3E3: Extinction

So this ended up just being a series of extremely british deep cuts. Hands up who remembers the Queen’s Nose?

Lana just came out of school. Wait, did she actually take my advice?! Plot agency and pursuing her education, and she made actual decision in episode 1, what the hell is going on with her this season????

So Lana is swimming in a pool, unclear where this pool is, alone at night, and it turns out there’s been a guy sitting on the bottom of the pool and she somehow didn’t fucking notice, which is what happens when you INSIST ON SWIMMING IN THE DARK. I mean, not to me, but this is Smallville. You should definitely assume there’s a stalker or a cannibal waiting to drown you anytime you go swimming in Smallville

Wow, I gotta say as a set up a mysterious gunman shoots a kid who’s trying to drown Lana at least sounds like a plot a real TV show would have, so good job writers

Oh gooood. The gang’s back together. Chloe’s going to start being in every episode again. Just what I wanted.

Oh wow, first day back at Luthor Corp and Lionel greets his son with a hint that he could have him killed off at any moment. Parenting!

I hate when they do time skips between episodes, because it’s never clear how long it’s been. Weeks? Months? Minutes? I don’t know and nor do the writers!

Actually, do we know for sure Lana doesn’t have time powers? Because she works full time while apparently also going to school full time, and it seems to have been weeks for her since episode 2 but days at most for Chloe… Guys, I think Lana has Bernard’s Magic Watch. Or possibly the Queen’s Nose. Neither of which will make any sense to Americans but I have no idea what the equivalent reference would be

Holy shit, Lana just called Clark on his bullshit, what the fuck is going on with her character?

Do people just assume the Torch is working with the police? Or just that Chloe is stealing their info? I mean, they’re probably right about that last one, but seems like a weird thing to assume.

Chloe you first met Lionel when he was sitting in the dark in a coma patient’s room, a coma patient he was implied to have put in that coma, and he’s been implicated in multiple murders, including his own sons, but somehow him betraying you is a shock?! What the fuck kind of investigative journalist are you?!

I love how Clark gets to be right by virtue of being a main character. Pete points out that having a hunting cabin full of guns isn’t suspicious in rural Kansas, but no, obviously Clark has to be right and the guy’s a murderer. Also how the fuck did they find that cabin it’s in the middle of the fucking woods!

Okay, so our serial killer is killing off everyone Chloe has a file on. Also she has stolen Lex’s medical records because she is the woooooorst. She doesn’t even have any reason to suspect Lex of anything.

Oh my god, oh my god Lionel's insurance is underwritten by Lloyds of London and that’s only going to make sense to like 3 of my audience but idea that after all Lex's scheming what actually sinks luthorcorp is the lloyd’s crash is absolutely sending me

Hello francis mcdermond knockoff it’s been a while since we’ve seen you, nice to see you’re as effective as ever

“Clark I thought I was going to die.” “Eh, you’ve survived worse.” I usually exaggerate but that’s an actual quote of an actual thing Clark says to the woman he claims to love about the fact that someone tried to drown her a day ago.

Kryptonite is a by-product of the mountain dew production process confirmed

Okay credit to our serial killer for being the first person to try making kryptonite bullets. Man if he’d just thought to patent those he could make a fucking fortune by the time Lex goes full supervillain

Okay, why did it not occur to Martha to retrain as a nurse once they got Clark, she could have done his check-ups, faked his records, and she wouldn’t be removing a kyrptonite bullet WITH A BLUNT KITCHEN KNIFE!!!!!

I do appreciate the Luthor propensity for sitting dramatically in darkened rooms whenever they need to reveal plot points, it’s great. I think I’m going to start doing that whenever I have dramatic news to give anyone

God I hate when this show tries to do subtext, it’s always so fucking gross

“I found his weakness. Made special bullets” (he poured mountain dew into moulds but sure, I’ll pretend that was liquid rock he made by putting a rock into a tiny campfire, you know, like rocks work. God I’d love it if he just died of radiation poisoning from doing that before Clark gets to fight him

Holy shit those martial arts lessons with Lex really paid off, Lana just roundhouse kicked the bad guy in the head with her hands tied behind her back. I was going to say that’s a little more than self defence but given Lex’s life I can totally see how he would think that was necessary. Also Clark did nothing, he just got shot a bunch, Lana literally defeating this guy single handed. Is this a mirror verse episode? I can kind of see Pete with a moustache honestly, I think it would suit him

Fucking hell, I really thought we were going to finally tell Lana about Clark’s powers, but of course we can’t have nice things, this is smallville

Wait, okay this is a stupid thing to get hung up on when they rebuilt the entire farm between seasons, but since when have the Kent’s had a garden. I’ve definitely never seen a garden at their house before.

Wow, Lionel’s hair is Voluminous this episode, he looks like a rejected Charlie’s Angel

Okay, Lionel threatening to murder Chloe Sullivan in defence of Lex is like 40% of what I want from any given Smallville episode so good job writers.

#smallville recaps #jupiter watches a thing #the luthors being a family is all i want #why must you continue to hurt me like this writers #chloe has more screentime than lex in this and thats a fucking crime

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Can we stop thinking Kara is perfect and Lena is evil?

Wow... every time a new episode of Supergirl airs I end up blocking several people. There are still people looking for literally any reason at all to hate Lena and to make her the villain of this show. They simply cannot comprehend that this show isn't GOOD characters and BAD characters.

They cannot grasp the fact that Kara is not perfect! She shouldn't be perfect either because that is not real or even believable. Kara is heroic, brave, self sacrificing, adorable, oblivious etc. But she's also niaeve, a little selfish, a massive liar, a control freak and thinks she somehow has authority over people because she's a superhero, oh and she's also killed people. She's had the city hate her and had to win back their trust and she's lost a lot of people, but she actually gained the most important one (Alura) back.

Do you know who else is like that? Lena is! Lena is a hero, you can protest all you want and yell "Lena killed Lex" but you can't deny that Lena has saved National City and Kara and Supergirls life several times, she even saved James' life. She cured Sam etc. Lena is also brave, did you not see her wanting to go into that valley to find Sam? She didn't have to. Did you not see her get her and Mon El away from those guards? Did you not see her agree to marry Mon El to save the children's hospital? You didn't see her protect Kara from Mercy Graves? She's also self sacrificing to, did you not see her tell Supergirl to drop her so she could hold that plane up? Lena can be adorable to, excited when Kara brings food, sitting on the floor of her office wanting to be normal and train for game night. Oh and she's oblivious because she doesn't see though Kara's glasses disguise. (Although that one really is just the writers making her look dumb). Lena has trauma and has lost a lot of people to. She watched her mother die aged 5 and believed it to be her fault. She was adopted by an alcoholic abusive father and a mother who didn't want her and resented her existence. She gained a brother who she thought loved her but actually just saw her as play thing and something that needed to be improved. She's constantly shot at, kidnapped, and has people using her name in vain. Lena came to National City and was instantly under suspicion purely due to her name. When Kara had to win back National City it was due to something she had done, but Lena was pre-judged, not really by Kara but the rest of the Superfriends and Clark plus NC had their opinions set in stone.

Lena can do bad things to, she can be pretty selfish but that's ok because it's normal. Now as for lying, Lena is more of an "it's not your business so I'm not telling you about it" kind of girl. Lena is more omission of truth . It does get her into a lot of trouble, but she does it for the right reasons, she kept Sam a secret because she was scared about what would happen to her if people knew, she kept kryptonite a secret because she KNEW what people would say but the need for it outweighed the judging and scorn she would get. She kept the Harun El a secret because she already knew what Supergirl would say, but Kara didn't actually get to make that decision. She didn't tell James about saving his ass from prison because she let him think it had solved it himself. It was only when he was dumb enough to throw the reprieve he has been given away that she told him the truth and he rejected her.

Lena is a massive control freak as well, but that is probably because she has to be. She's a 24/26 year old Billionaire genius CEO that has to be in control of things, needs all the data, and is constantly being watched for mistakes.

Lena killed people to, she shot Corbin, but that was to save Alex's life. She shot Lex but that was to save the world and Argo City. She did go to kill Edge, but that was because he was literally poisoning children in her name. I should also like to point out that Lena isn't the only one to let her emotions get the better of her, remember when Alex was illegally holding Maxwell in a cell and proceeded to beat him to a pulp,? She lost control and had to be dragged out by Jonn. Speaking of which , remember when Jonn found out Mgann was a white martian and even though she wasn't guilty of anything other than saving his ungrateful ass he procceeded to almost beat her to death??

People need to realise that the show isn't split into Super friends = good Lena Luthor = bad. What a boring show it would be. People also need to realise that both Lena and Kara (and others) have their pros and cons. Neither one is perfect! They both make mistakes and both do questionable things.

Kara is automatically seen as perfect because she's the main character and the one with the cape. But that doesn't make her always right or perfect.

I saw a post where someone asked why did some of us hate James? The answer was "he cockblocked Supercorps". This is what I'm talking about, the automatic response from someone who isn't giving it any real thought. I don't hate James because he stopped Lena from being gay. I've disliked him from day one. I don't like his attitude, the way he played with Kara's feelings in season one, his treatment of Lena when they were dating, his boring 'hero arch'. But I'm not oblivious to the fact he has done good things to, his episode with Marcus was his best one in my opinion.

Lena is being condemned for using the VR to punch and kill Kara? Well she isn't actually killing anyone, that's not real. She's working out her frustration in a horribly unhealthy way. But she has Lex's watch, she knows how to make Kryptonite, if Lena wanted Kara dead she would be by now. All Lena would have to do is invite her over to a Kryptonite room, turn it on, stab her? Done. But she hasn't done that, because she has already stated shr doesn't want to kill Kara. A fact that Is going over people's heads entirely.

Lena could have destroyed Kara at the ceremony,she intended to but she didn't. People need to go back and rewatch the episode. Lena was very confident in her revenge plot when talking to Hope, but as soon as Hope was gone Lena was conflicted. When Kara came to talk to her and Kara was about to tell her the truth, Lena was sat with rapt attention, but Kara didn't do it. Then when Lena went to talk to Andrea and Andrea mentioned the big story Lena promised, Lena HESITATES! Or am I the only one paying attention? Lena is actually shocked at Kara's confession, you can see the range of emotion on her face, opening her mouth but nothing coming out. She was taken by surprise. She decided not to expose Kara. Kara comes to see her and gives her the watch and Lena is OK, but then the moment she comes into contact with Hope she's conflicted again.

Lena doesn't actually have to forgive Kara. Please don't mention the whole "kara doesn't owe her secret to anyone" line because I've addressed this several times and it doesn't add anything new to the discussion.

People hate Lena now for deceiving Kara, that she's emotionally manipulating her, abusing her trust. I'm sorry, but isn't that what Kara has been doing to Lena since day one? Even if it was unintentional?

Now for Lena selling Cat Co, you CAN'T hate Lena for doing that. Lena literally can't sneeze without someone saying she's making people sick. Lena didn't want Cat Co anymore, she even said she only brought it for to Kara. In the place she's in now? It's hardly surprising she sold it. Who she sells it to doesn't matter, I mean if she sold it to Morgan Edge id question her, but she sold it for quite a profit to an old friend. What is wrong with that? If Andrea decides to change things up that's up to her, but that isn't on Lena at all. Kara, James, Nia etc. Would have all had to sign contracts with those clauses in them, and it actually makes perfect sense. Andrea would have inherited those contracts, so all Cat Co staff would have been under the same clauses with Lena, probably Cat to. People may not like Andrea's new style but she's in the business of making money, James said they didn't allow profit to drive them (think that was it) but James doesn't own Cat Co and isn't a businessman.

So yeah, in conclusion stop giving every one else on the show a free pass and blaming every little thing on Lena. She isn't responsible for Andrea's behaviour. We may as well blame Kara for All the Kryptonian drama. Lena isn't Bad and Kara Good, it's so much more complex than that. Everyone has faults. Open your eyes and take off the "I hate Lena " goggles and see the complex story for what it is.

#supercorp #lena luthor #supergirl #anti james olsen #kara danvers #kara zor el #alex danvers #jonn jonzz #andrea rojas

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ellana-ravenwood · 7 years

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The World is an asshole - Superboy x Batsis (reader)

So I wanted to write a Clark Kent story but have kind of a writer’s block on it right now so...What’s the next best thing ? CONNER Kent. Yup. Totally. So here’s a story with Conner dating Batsis and blahblahblah. This is somewhat of a continuation of my stories “You’re kind of an asshole” and “they’re kind of asshole”. ...This is too long, sorry for the super long story, hope you’ll still like it:

PART 1, PART 2

My master list blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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The World was kind of an asshole.

It’s the only thought you have as everything happens.

The World was kind of an asshole.

Oh you had enough.

This was just too much. You couldn’t handle it.

Why could nothing go your way ?! Why everything had to always be so damn difficult ? You were so close from a nervous breakdown.

THIS WAS ALL TOO MUCH !

And no one could help you. You were all alone in this.

No one could cheer you up.

Not even Conner’s reassuring arms and kisses, your brothers’ soothing words and hugs or your dad’s smile could make things better. If this thing wasn’t working, your life would just be ruined...

In a last, and full of spite, action, you...punch the AC with all your might.

And, thanks all the Gods that ever existed, it turns on again. With a sigh of contentment you stay in front of the cool air and life comes back to you again.

It was summer time and the heat was killing you.

You were a creature of the cool and refreshing air of the night.

From Gotham City at that, a place where, for over two third of the year, it was rain, thunderstorms and snow.

Hot weather always got to you. Making you grumpy (grumpier than usually, you were a Wayne after all) and irritable.

And of course, the AC at the Young Justice’s headquarters was broken, and no one seemed to know how to fix it...Well, that was until you punched the main panel that was in the room you all hung in the most, making it work again somehow. And damn it felt good.

Relishing in the cold wind brushing you, you closed your eyes and sigh once more. After a few minutes of standing there, finally refreshed and in a giddy mood once more, you open your eyes and join your friends back on the couches everyone was sitting on.

They didn’t even register what you just did, used to you and your antics but...Wally can’t help but say :

-Do you really have to punch all your problems away ?

You smile and chuckle lowly, as you sit next to Conner and his arms automatically wrap around your shoulders.

-Hey, I’ve been raised by the Punch Master, dude. So, the answer is : yes. Yes I do. Besides, AC’s working again so...you know.

Wally can’t help the smile creeping on his face, though he tries to act completely exasperated for good measure. You’re about to say something else but are distracted by Conner kissing your cheek tenderly...he can never resist. Whenever you’re being even just a tiny bit sassy, he just feels the need to kiss you, because oh damn he loves that part of your personality.

That’s when he and your brothers come in.

Your dad. The Batman. He tries to ignore as best as possible your dazed smile as Conner peppers kiss down your jaw, he tries to ignore your girly giggle and looks away, saying :

-Are you talking about me ?

And oh he knows the grin on your face is full of smugness. He knows that you’re very happy that he’s finally trying to accept that Conner is your boyfriend but...he also knows that you’re your mother’s daughter, and mischievously teasing him is one of your favorite past time. You turn your head to him, pulling away from Conner and says :

-And yet again my beloved dad, you surprise me at how great of a detective you are. The best in the World in fact.

He smirks at you and antics, and his expression ALMOST doesn’t change when his eyes meet Conner’s. There’s ALMOST no suspicion at all in his gaze when he looks upon your boyfriend.

Conner is still not used to your family (except for Dick that always supported you two) to be nice to him...Like, yesterday morning, when Damian gave him cookies he was pretty sure they were poisoned with Kryptonite but...no. They were just normal cookies.

It seemed like the threat of never talking to them again worked wonder. But still, it was a bit weird that they were so damn nice.

You were about so say something when your father turns to Conner and says :

-May I speak to you, Superboy ?

You roll your eyes at the formal “Superboy” and lay back in the couch, resisting the urge to make-out with Conner just to spite your dad and brothers, and watch as your boyfriend goes to your father. You give the mighty Batman a look that means : “Careful, I’ll fight ya” and he nods, rolling his eyes at you but...he knows you’re not kidding. If he does anything that you think is rude to your boyfriend, then you will fight him...You’ll never hit your dad though (only ACs), but oh your words were sharper than swords.

You observe your dad as he speaks to Conner, and try to look for any change in Conner’s body..You know your boyfriend can get mad easily, and is always kind of on the defensive and...He’s smiling. And your father lays a fatherly hand on his shoulder. Wow. Ok. That was unexpected.

When your dad called you to excuse himself from wanting to break you and Conner up, you never expected him to be so into making amend. And yet, every day he surprised you, he even let Conner sleep at the Manor with you ! Though you could totally hear him pace the corridors, trying to listen in to any suspicious noises...Needless to say you did NOT make love that night. You were totally up for it but...The Batman kinda freaked Conner out really.

You smiled at the memory (it really was hilarious to witness your boyfriend, the super-strengthed super-powerful dude, sleeping like a plank at the opposite side of you, afraid to even brush his toes against your feet because he was scared of a human he could probably break in half if he wanted...well, not like your dad would let him really), and barely register that Conner is back and is sitting next to you again, a stupid smile on his face.

You quickly glance at your dad who shyly smiles back to you and...What’s happening ? You’re about to ask Conner but he answers before you can say anything :

-Your dad just told me I could be your official date for tonight’s gala. I mean...if you want to.

Oh. OH ! This meant a lot. A LOT ! Coming with an “official date” at any social events meant that you were basically announcing that your relationship was a serious one and...were you ready for such a commitment ? Yes. Yes you totally were. You turn to your boyfriend and smile, kissing him on the lips. You pull away to say :

-Of course I want to Conner, I love you.

But before he can say “I love you” back, your youngest brother, Damian, comes and sits right between you two, an upset expression on his face and...you can’t help but chuckle.

Out of all the members of your family, your little brother was the one struggling the most with this all “accepting that his beloved sister is dating a man” thing, and though he’d do some effort, if he was present, he’d always make sure to stand between the two of you...Which spurred him being in very awkward situation as you just didn’t care for his presence and kissed each other above him (you were taller than him).

Oh, how cute was this little munchkin...

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You could clearly see he wasn’t comfortable. It was so obvious it was almost painful. It was also totally adorable, the way he’d awkwardly walk with your hand in his, wearing one of Jason’s tuxedo...

When you arrived at the gala event, and got out of the car, you could almost hear people gasped. What ? Bruce Wayne’s precious daughter was...dating ? In the public mind, you were still a little girl even though you were actually an adult now. They saw you grow up, they followed your every step (well, almost every step) and to see that now...you were officially dating someone ? It was something.

It would make every headline of every newspaper in the area the next day.

You tried to prep Conner a bit, explaining to him how things would unfold and...he just seemed so sure of himself, saying : “I know, I saw you guys on TV multiple times”, that you ended up not worrying for him and...oh damn he actually had no idea what was awaiting him.

Flashes of a hundred cameras blinded him, thousands of questions about you and his relationship with you thrown at him in a matter of minutes, all the attention on him and just so many people completely obsessed with you and every single move your family made !

You, Bruce and your brothers were used to it. You didn’t particularly like it but...you grew up with it. But Conner ? Or poor man...

You tried to make him feel better by holding his hand tight and smiling a lot at him and you even gave to the public what they wanted...You kissed him. You didn’t think about it too much though, you didn’t think about the articles that would be written with pictures of you two kissing...you just wanted him to feel better.

And it worked. A bit. As the night went on, he felt more and more relaxed and you...angrier and angrier.

You know it’s stupid but..you can’t help it. All those girls flirting with YOUR Conner ? Goddammit. Yes, he’s very hot, but he’s also very taken, go away bitches thank you very much. You were getting more and more annoyed when your oldest brother, Dick, taking advantage of a bathroom break Conner had to take and the fact that you were alone right now, came close to you and, throwing an arm around your shoulders said :

-You know, jealousy makes you look ugly.

-Wow damn, thanks bro’.

-You know what I mean.

-In fact, I have no idea. Except that you just call me ugly, and that you’re a terrible brother.

He chuckles and you smile at him, as he continues :

-Oh who am I kidding ? Even when you’re jealous and frowning you’re cute. And there’s really no reason to be jealous.

-Oh really ? Have you seen all those damn models lurking around him ? Using every moment I’m not looking to wink at him ? Touching his damn muscles RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME ?!

-Yes I’ve seen them. But I also saw how Conner didn’t even look at any of them. Not one second. He had eyes only for you, quite literally. He kept his arm around you, and didn’t even notice their touch at all, to focus on your damn lips and please, tell him to stop because, even though you know I support 100% this relationship, it’s kinda gross to see one of your best friend lusting after your sister so...

-Oh my god Dick, do you have to make it weird ?

-Of course I do, that’s what big brothers are for !

You roll your eye and your brother leaves as Conner comes back.

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The rest of the evening is going perfectly well, except for that small little thing...An ex of yours, son of a billionaire who owns a pharmaceutical enterprise, comes to talk to you and...Thanks god your brothers are here to stop Conner before he punch “the jerk”.

It’s true though, that this particular ex, Antoine Gregory, always been kind of a jerk, and might have stalked you a little bit after you broke up with him (nothing everyone serious between the two of you...well, you were your father’s daughter you know), until your dad took care of it (to this day, you still have no idea what happened).

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Months go by, and you bring Conner to more and more social event, with no accident noticeable. He blends right in, though he still finds it difficult and weird to stand for photos so much...All around town, no one seem to be able to talk about something else but your relationship !

You’re at an important charity when someone, for the first time, ask if marriage is in the question and...The look on Conner’s face. He turns to you, hopeful, waiting for an answer and...oh my God, he totally wants to marry you and you don’t know how to feel about that ! Do you wanna get married ? You love him but...are you ready for THAT kind of commitment ?

A damn wasp stings you, cutting all of your thoughts and saving you from an uncomfortable and awkward conversation as you go to the bathroom to pour some water on the sting

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The idea that Conner wants to marry doesn’t seem to want to leave your mind and...You know now. You know what you’d say if he asks you :

“No.”

Because you’re not ready for this. You’re not ready for that kind of big jump and...The more you think about it, the more it makes you question your feelings toward your boyfriend.

Do you...actually really love him ?

After all, you always kind of had a crush on him, because he was so mysterious and handsome..;and the fact that M’Gann was dating him made you jealous and all, which spurred even more feelings but...

Was it really more than a crush ? Because if it was, after almost three quarter of a year of dating, you should kinda think about marriage right ? It should be in the question, and even if you weren’t ready for it, it shouldn’t stir so much conflicted feelings in you !

As you lay in your bed, wide awake, you cannot stop thinking about it.

Do you really love Conner Kent ?

And as you receive a text from him saying “Good night my princess, I love you” you realize that...maybe it was just some sort of teenage infatuation.

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You know you have to tell him. You know it’s not right to keep going as if nothing is happening, as if your feelings towards him start to drastically change, as you realize that;..you were probably never in love with him.

It was just a crush. That returned your feelings and you were happy but...you didn’t love him. You’re sure of it. Because as you realized this, whenever he kissed you, your heart didn’t beat wildly now. Whenever he held you, you didn’t feel as happy as you used to and...You wished you never realized that you weren’t in love, because things were just so easy before.

Now, you have to tell him, and you have no idea how he’ll react. But you have to tell him.

You ask him to follow you in a room far from everyone, and...you tell him.

The look he gives you as you’re explaining what’s on your heart is shattering. You feel so guilty, and so sad for him but...pretending isn’t the right thing to do either. You couldn’t wait for him to one day propose to you and say “no, I don’t love you” could you now ?

It had to be said. Fast. Ripped like a band-aid.

He’s stunned at first and, not quite understanding, he says :

-But...but I love you...

-I know Conner but...I don’t. Not anymore. I...I just...I’m sorry.

-What changed ? What did I do ?

-You didn’t do anything Kon ! It’s not you, I just...I just think I might take a bit too much after my father and be emotionally retarded you know ? Like I thought I loved you but...

-No ?

You shake your head negatively.

-So...So you never loved me ?

His voice is so broken that you’re almost tempted to lie to him and say that you did but...that would give him hope. That would make him think he could win you back and you know it’s just not possible so you agree.

Yes. You never actually loved him.

-All those things you said, you didn't mean them then ?

-I thought I did Conner but...

-No, stop. Shut up. That’s enough. I...I heard enough. And...As you wish.

-I’m so sorry Conner, we can still be friend, I still love you as a friend and that I know and..

-Yes yes. Sure. I...I just need to go.

He leaves the room so fast you barely see him, and when you go outside and Tim comes to you to ask what is going on, you shake your head sadly and say :

-We broke up.

What ? You and Conner broke up ? But you were so in love ! When he asked what happened you just tell him you don’t love him anymore and your brother seems...confused. Shocked. Stunned. You don’t love Conner anymore ? That’s new...But he already knew you were the one that broke up, as he saw tears in his friend’s eyes when he left the YJ headquarters...

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“Heartbreak” doesn’t even begin to describe what Conner is.

Devastated, destroyed, shattered would be closer...He’s so angry at himself to be so touched by you breaking up with him, it was just a stupid relationship, it wasn’t the end of the world, he’d find love again but...he can’t help it !

He doesn’t wanna find love again. He wants you.

He doesn’t want to move on. He wants you.

In fact, it’s more than that. He knows he will never be able to love again, or to move on...You would forever hold a part of his heart. The biggest part.

He refused to speak to anyone, especially not you and...even more so since every single person he spoke to just seemed more confused about the break up than anything else.

It didn’t make sense that you’d break up with him, you were always annoying everyone with him and it was so obvious you were in love but...Maybe not. Maybe they misread you. Reading a Wayne’s emotions properly was tough after all..

But even your own dad who was against the all relationship to start with didn’t understand. When he talked about it with you you just repeated what you told your brothers : you were just not in love anymore.

Everyone’s pity made him angry, and Conner just...had to go away. He just had to leave. He couldn’t even bear the thought to be in the same building than you without being able to touch you, smell you, kiss you, embrace you...it was too difficult.

Every time he even had a small glance of you, his heart would be torn away once more, and he’d just want to tear up and GOD HE HATED THIS ! Why couldn’t he be strong ? Why ?

-Are you ok kid ?

Conner, startles, makes a huge jump in the air and turns around and...it’s Superman. The man he admires and wants to be close to, but that keeps ignoring him. Yet another one that he loves, but that don't seem to reciprocate, to care at all...Clark keeps a distance with him.

-How’d you find me ?

Conner asks, and Clark smiles.

-I also had a place I liked to go to be alone. My fortress of solitude. And it was similar to this place.

-You followed me.

-I followed you.

-WHy ?

-To see if you were ok.

-You don’t even care. What’s the real reason ?

-I do care. And...I know how tough a break up can be. I know how...

-YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ! The love of your life is Lois ! And you’re with her ! You married her ! You had Jon with her ! I know what you’re going to tell me, that I’ll find someone too one day and blahblahblah but that’s wrong. I won’t find anyone, she was...She was my everything ! My all world ! And I thought...I thought she cared. I thought she really cared, and I guess I was a fool for that. The thing is, I wanted to marry her, to have children with her ! Not now of course, but I wanted all of that. She was my Lois...She...She...and now...She never even loved me Clark...She never even loved me...

Conner falls to his knees or rather...almost does. Because Clark is there. He catches him. And when he starts to sob, to cry and wet Clark’s costume...the man lets him. Because the boy need him. And this time, he can’t ignore it.

He knows. He sees. He understands.

Clark knows how you never even loving him for one second, at least not like he wished you’d love him, was destroying him.

Clark sees how it affects him, not just mentally, but also physically, as if without you he’s just weaker. As if your absence is his actual kryptonite.

Clark understands, but not quite...because Conner’s right. He never experienced the “true love” heartbreak. He was with the love of his life. And...He had to admit that the way Conner looked at and talked about you...yes, yes you were his true love. And oh terrible it was that this was only a one sided one...

Clark would have never come to see the boy if he didn’t know how important it was, how broken Conner was...His Ma’ told him. She saw him for a few seconds and..Yes.

Conner was forever broken. He could never be whole anymore. Not without you.

************

Conner started to avoid the YJ headquarters when M’Gann kept wanting to talk to him. What decided him was this conversation he had with her :

-How are you holding up Conner ?

-Fine.

-Are you sure ? You know you can tell me anything ?

-I also know that if you want to know anything you’ll just read my mind, as you always do.

-True. And...I don’t understand.

-What don’t you understand ?

-She clearly doesn’t love you. I saw it in her mind. She used to but...something changed. I don’t know what. But she doesn’t love you anymore. I checked. And I promise I’m not lying. I wanted to make sure she wasn’t going all “Batman” on you with his “I can’t have a relationship” thing and all and...no. She really doesn’t love you and...

-Why are you telling me this ?

The pain in Conner’s voice broke M’Gann’s heart.

-Because I do love you, and I’m here, I care. More than her. And you used to love me and I’m sure you can find in yourself...

-I’m sorry.

-Uh ?

-If I hurt you just half as much as I’m hurting right now, then I’m sorry. But I...I don’t love you. I love her. With every fiber of my being. And...I’m sorry M’Gann I can’t be talking about this right now.

He leaves, with the intent of not coming back.

And his pain is so vivid, that M’Gann can feel it in her brain. It’s nothing compare to what she felt when he broke up with her. Nothing. And she realizes that...Conner’s love for you is way WAY stronger than anything he ever felt for ANYONE. She wished she could talk to you but you haven’t come to the headquarters for so long...

Come to think of it, it’s a bit weird really...

************

You don’t see Conner for month, and surprisingly...it’s alright. What ? You can’t feel guilty forever. It’s not your fault you’re not loving him !

Your ex, Antoine, the one that used to stalk you, resurface all of a sudden and...you turn him down. Of course you do. Like, there’s a reason you broke up with him. He seems more confused than angry as to why you’re still refusing him but, whatever right ?

Dick and Tim try to talk to you about Conner, but you don't want to. You know what they’re going to say and you’re not ready to be guilt tripped. It’s not your fault you’re not in love anymore...Besides, Conner is their best friend, of course they’ll say something defending him.

No, you don’t wanna fight with them, so you avoid them.

Come to think of it, you avoid most people really. Even your father, while you always loved his presence. Hell, even your mother. And it almost scares you how you don’t really care, how you don’t mind not seeing any of them.

It almost scares you how you start to feel nothing for them, just a mild friendship. How your family becomes...secondary. Hell, even tertiary.

All that’s important right now, is to have fun, and each night, instead of going to patrol, you go out. You haven’t come home to the manor in days and...Bruce knows there’s something wrong with you.

He doens’t recognize his little girl and he just knows. Something is wrong.

***********

Seeing you flirting with those guys on the TV is awful.

Conner doesn’t even know why he’s watching those stupid celebrity news show...Actually, he does know.

It hurts him like hell whenever he sees you with a different guy (or even girl) each night but...at least he sees you. He sees your smile and he can almost remember how good it felt to hold you in his arms, your smell and...

It’s torture. Pure torture.

He’s hurting himself by watching those stupid celebrity news, seeing you in someone else’s arms each time...And your smile, it’s not the smile he loves so much...it’s almost..wicked...

One night, as he watches you once more on the TV, something happens.

But of course it’d happen someday. You were the famous (Y/N) Wayne. Of course they’d target you in such an easy place to access !

The camera cuts just as a few heavily armed men enters the vicinity. One shot. One shot and the camera cuts. The last image being your face as the gun turns to you...

He doesn’t even think about it, before he knows it, he’s out.

************

He arrives even before your father. Actually, maybe your father doesn’t even know what’s going on yet...And Conner isn’t about to wait for him.

Those guys have guns. Pointed at you. He has to save you...

The nightclub is now empty, expect for you and them.

You don't even seem scared and...what is going on with you ? He doesn’t recognize you, it’s as if you don’t feel ANYTHING anymore...

He quickly makes up a plan to save you but of course..nothing goes like he wanted it to go. Nothing.

He enters the place discreetly, and a terrible silence surrounds him.

Those men, they don’t utter a word, they just point their guns at you.

He has to do something about it and...Maybe distracting them? But it doesn’t go as planned. Not at all.

He does distract them. And knocks them all out. But as he turns to you to see if your alright, and as he can see not even an ounce of thankfulness in your eyes...a voice resonates in the club.

-I knew you would come.

Conner turns around and...Lex Luthor. His “father” (he was created with a mix of Clark’s and Lex’s DNA). Conner asks, as he unties you :

-What do you want ?!

-You. And your girl there, gave me the perfect way to reach for you. Especially since your little...break up. I need you Conner, by my side, for a little...project of mine. And now that you weren’t always with her, or that her damn dad...yes I know who he is...isn’t....It was fairly easy to kidnap her. She didn’t even fight.

Conner turned around to look at you and...no reaction. You have absolutely no reaction, as you’re standing besides him. And it just doesn't look like you at all, normally, you’d be fuming, and those armed guys ? You’d have kicked at least three of their asses before being submitted down ! What was happening to you ? He’s about to touch you, for the first time in agonizing months, he’s about to finally touch you, feel your skin again, as he aims for your bared shoulder (sexy dress by the way) but...he suddenly feels weak. Oh so weak.

Kryptonite. It’s kryptonite. And as he falls on the floor, he looks at you and...you’re looking back at him with absolutely no feelings in your eyes. Nothing. As if you were empty...He barely hears Lex’s voice as he says :

-I lied, I don’t actually need you. Just...pieces of you. I understood long ago that I couldn’t control you, but creating a new being with parts of you ? Yes, that I can do.

Conner doesn’t feel fear as he sees, from the corner of his eyes, Lex Luthor coming closer and closer no...all his focus is on you. And it hurts. More than the kryptonite.

It hurts to see you like that, to see you looking at him with such little feelings...did you say that you still felt friendship ? Yet, there is nothing in your wonderful (E/C) eyes right now...Or...is there really nothing ?

As the light of the kryptonite illuminates your face and Lex crouches next to Conner, your brow furrows. And when he says :

-I have no idea what’s wrong with you kid, but thank you for not doing anything right now haha. I know the bat, and I know the cat, I was assuming their daughter would be a pain in the ass but I guess not and...

Yes. This makes you react. A kick. A nice kick to the chin gets him just fine.

Lex falls backward, and he’s pretty sure you broke his jaw. Damn good, powerful and well placed kicked. Definitely Batman’s daughter.

But something is wrong with you. It’s like you acted out of automatism rather than because you really wanted to defend Conner. And if there’s one thing that Lex is good at is...taking opportunities.

You have fast reflexes, but you feel like your mind is clouded and...Lex’s kryptonite sharp knife is coming fast toward you and...it never hits you.

Conner.

He stood up, he somehow fought the kryptonite and stood up and...the knife is deep in his stomach. And...

Your fists move on their on.

One punch. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight...you loose count.

You’re beating Lex Luthor to a pulp, that’s all you know. At some point, someone is taking you away and...

-Dad...

-Yes, yes I’m here my little one...

-Conner...

What happened ? Why do you feel like you missed a lot ? Those past few months are such a blur...And Conner.

-CONNER !!

-It’s ok, it’s ok he’s...

-CONNER !! CONNER !!

It seems like it’s the only thing you can scream, and as you see him on the floor, bleeding out, Tim next to him already trying to fix him...Your heart breaks.

Were you going to loose him ? What happened ? Why was he stabbed ? And by what ? By who ?

Why did you feel like you already lost him ? No. No you couldn’t loose him. No !

He wanted to marry you, and you wanted that too, not now, but you wanted and...No, you couldn’t loose him !

-CONNER !!

You’re almost sure you heard him whisper, his voice way too weak, “(Y/N)” but nothing is certain anymore and...black. Everything is black.

************

You wake up in a hospital room, and you’re pretty sure it’s on the League’s Watchtower. It just doesn’t seem like any hospital room and...Your dad is there, asleep next to you. Your brothers too. And Conner. But...why is he so far in the corner of the room ?

-Conner...

You whisper. Your voice is hoarse and your throat hurts but...he ears you. Of course he does.

He opens his eyes and looks at you and...he looks so awful.

And he doesn’t approach you...At least, not until you raise a hand weakly, and he finally dares to come. Slowly. It’s so unlike him...

-What...happened...?

You barely remembers and...He explains.

And you understand. Oh you understand.

Months of being heartbroken and lost made him...afraid of you almost. Afraid that you’d hurt him further. He explains the all breakup, and how you slowly drifted further away each days from your family...but you don’t remember any of this ? You love Conner. You know it. No one ever made you feel like this. And your family ? It’s everything to you.

You don’t remember any of that. The last thing you remember is...

-The Wasp sting. It’s what...changed you. Your ex, that...jerk. His father has a shady pharmaceutical enterprise where they did tests and...they have a “feeling inhibitor”. Suppose to be used on humans to make fearless soldiers. But the idiot thought it only worked on love. thought you’d stop loving me and he would have a chance again. Your dad gave you an antidote and I...i...

His voice breaks and your hand running in his hair is the best thing he ever felt. This nightmare was over. You were back...

As Conner explains, things start to make a bit more sense. Antoine released the wasp right next to you and you killed it as it stung you were the only one touched. And oh...that’s why it seemed like you just got out of a bad dream...

But you don’t care about yourself. You only care about him. And the more he talks about those past few months, the more he leans in your touch, and the more you feel awful.

-I’m so sorry Conner...I’m so sorry...

-It wasn’t you...

-I’m still sorry...I love you...I love you I didn’t lie, I love you. I love you so much...

Conner’s heart flutters and..yes. You love him. So much that you outmatched an incredibly powerful drug that killed all your feelings as Lex stabbed him. You loved him so much that your mind ignored the CHEMICAL drugs and saved him. Because his life was in danger, you overcome the impossible...

You loved him. You cared. And that’s really all he wanted in life.

You were back...

You went to grab him but accidentally touch the area where he got stabbed, that wasn’t healed properly yet and...he winces. You pull your hand away but he grabs it. He’s not about to let you go again. And as he wraps your arms around his shoulders, sits on the bed and bend down to kiss you...He feels alive once again. You’re here. And you love him. You truly love him. His feelings are returned. Well...not exactly :

It is impossible that you love him as much as he loves you.

But still. You do love him. And as he deepens the kiss he cannot help but think about...

-LET GO OFF MY SISTER FOR GOD’S SAKE !!

Damian somehow managed to jump on your boyfriend’s back (yes, your boyfriend, he’s yours, you’re his) and woke everyone up and...you gotta admit, Conner trying to untie your brother from his back, Damian trying to bite him, and your dad and other brothers waking up with a start and automatically going on a fighting stance ? Perfect. Perfectly hilarious.

___________________

It’s so long I’m so sorry. It’s also very “meh”, worst than “meh” really...I feel like it’s rushed as usual, and does it make sense ? Thanks a lot if you read the entire fucking thing ! and...yeah. Meh.

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Joke’s On You

Chapter Nine: I Saved The People He Loved

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ITS THE LAST CHAPTER OF THIS STORY MY GUYS

THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL AND A COLLECTION OF SCENES OF SORTS

SORRY ITS A LITTLE LATE

XOXO

~ Diana

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He smoothed his coarse hair back so that none of it stuck out from under his white wig. She handed him a dust roller, her high giggle giddy with happiness. Which, of course, wasn’t unusual. After all, the laugh was one of the most powerful reactions. He rolled the cleaner down his suit, green and purple. He liked those colors, however he had to admit Lex Luthor did tend to wear them better than he did. Ah, no matter. Soon they would be red, and red was such a pretty color.

“Come, dear.” He told her. He took her lipstick and applied a coat to his already ruby lips. He smacked them loudly and checked himself once more in the mirror. He looked fabulous. He adjusted his yellow lapel daisy. “Bring me my robe, if you please.”

She traipsed over to him, flouncing, making a show of giving it to him. Despite his disgust for her stealing the show (show for whom? The two of them were all alone to change into the costumes for the real show) he laughed. He always laughed when she did anything. She was just so damn funny.

Looking.

AHAHAHAHAHA

But seriously. He took the robe from her and whipped it around him, watching it flow through the air in the mirror behind him. It settled over his back and he slipped his arms through his sleeves (he’d heard a joke about that once… what was it again? Was it a King or an Emperor?). He gave himself a winning showman’s smile and watched as his red lips stretched across his pale face. He looked amazing.

“Ready, Puddin?”

He flung the doors open, taking in the scene. The room was filled to the brim. A shiny bay window above the large auditorium he had cleared out, shadows danced up there. Good. Good. The villains stood, all cheering when he walked in. He couldn’t help himself. He bowed.

He walked up to the Bench, and she bounced up behind him, announcing to their enthusiastic audience. “ALL RISE, FOR THE DISHONORABLE CLOWN PRINCE OF CRIME!”

They rose and he pretended to blush. Waving them to sit down, and relax. There was a crash of broken glass from above them and there, in all his batty glory and with his friends behind him, stood the man all this ceremony had been prepared for. This would be fun.

“It’s showtime~”

Flamebird had been the one to break the window, he’d seen the Joker come out from the where the Judge’s Chambers were supposed to be and he lost it. The group of heroes had gone crashing to the ground in the middle of the courtroom. Unceremoniously they rose, all on guard. The Joker laughed and sang, “It’s showtime.”

Damian and his group were about to attack, only to be stopped by a scream as Flamebird crumbled to the ground. NoBody dropped to her knees, surveying his pain before standing in front of him, hands in a guard position as if that would stop the Kryptonite poisoning which ailed him. She scanned the crowds of villains who surrounded them, looking for the space rock.

“You’re not gonna find anything, sweetheart.” Harley said. There was a blast of wind and the villains cried out as the Flash ran through them, looking for the offending rock. “We hid it pretty well!”

He skidded to a stop in front of Batman. “I don’t see it. We need to get Flamebird out of here.”

Batman nodded to NoBody. She grabbed Flamebird and the two of them disappeared so that she could get her friend to safety. “Don’t worry, heroes. Supey isn’t the only person we have a contingency plan for.”

Batman gave his co-workers the slightest of nods, and the courtroom burst into chaos.

Damian himself went for the biggest players: Clayface, Killer Croc, Scarecrow, and Solomon Grundy. Wonder Woman went for whoever was closer to her, the unlucky victims were Zsasz, Calendar Man, Firefly, Copperhead, Great White Shark, KGBeast. The Flash ran through all of them, lightning sparkling in his wake. He would hit them all once then go on to the next. Abuse and Zephyr fought together, usually Zephyr would stay back and do tech but since there was very little technology in this attack she was free to be out in the field. They fought as a team, taking on one or two at a time. Their attacks were fast and hard, neutralizing their enemies quickly but their progress was slow. Batgirl and Robin worked separately with their own fighting styles, fighting the way they did. Robin took on too many people at once in his haphazard way of fighting. Batgirl just fought, one at a time, two at a time, three at a time whoever was next she fought. Finally there was Batman, Batman went for the Joker himself.

He knocked Harley aside and the clown stumbled backwards. He reeled back his arm and growled. “Tough crowd today, who died?” The Joker asked with a grin. He ducked under the attack and threw something sticky and brown at Batman who caught it in his hand before dropping it because a burning sensation began to creep through his glove.

“Careful, Batsy!” Harley warned, readying her mallet-sized gavel. “It’s Judgment Day! Have ya been naughty or nice?”

Batman caught the rod of her gavel, the head of it an inch from his. “You’re mixing metaphors.”

“I’ll mix you, ya cowl-faced-!” She was caught off-guard by green vines suddenly yanking her away from Batman’s attack. “Leggo of me, Red!” She cried. She struggled against her flora-focused friend who threw a mist of something green and probably dangerous at the Bat.

Batman grimaced and stuffed a filter over his mouth and nose. “Oracle, unknown Poison Ivy toxin has been released.”

“You heard the man, heroes. Hold your breath or get rid of it.” Oracle warned the others over comms.

“I’m on it!” The Flash called to the others but before he could, a yellow streak cut him off. It circled the gas and funneled it up and out of the broken skylight. It skidded to a stop and Kid Flash sighed.

“Aw, man! I knew we’d be late!” He cried.

Superboy and Wonder Girl flew in and Superboy was about to say something witty when he doubled over in pain. Green to the gills, Wonder Girl caught him before he fell. “Get him out of here!” A voice snapped. Wonder Girl nodded, she didn’t need to be told twice, and she leapt from the ground.

Timothy.

Cluemaster dove at the young man in the red who flicked the edge of his staff and the villain went crumbling to the ground. Oracle would probably be pissed that she missed it. Tim swung it again when Cluemaster tried to rise and hit him in the back of the head and back down he went.

Damian ducked under a flying villain and began moving towards Tim. He dodged the fights around him and took out his katana. Tim’s hand tightened around his staff. “Leave me alone, Nightwing.” Tim warned.

“The name seems more appropriate.”

“I know, actual hood now.” Tim took down said hood, and Damian’s heart almost stopped from seeing the old mask. “This is a replica. Realistic, though? Don’t you think?”

Tim.

“Let me go by, D. You don’t want to see me angry.”

The truth? Damian was just glad that his brother could be angry.

“Please don’t do this, T. Please just… let him go.” Damian was pleading. That was unusual.

Tim smirked. “Wow, that’s a good point D. Maybe I’ll repent.”

Damian frowned. “So it’s going to be like that?”

“Isn’t it always?” Tim didn’t wait for an answer. He attacked Damian, feinting to the left and aiming to the right leg. Damian caught the feint and blocked the staff to his leg. “I don’t have time for this.”

“Make the time. Because you’re not getting past me.”

“I thought you’d say that.” Tim readied his weapon and Damian readied his only to watch dumbly as Tim faked a low blow then used the staff to vault over Damian.

Damian growled and Tim gave him a small salute before disappearing into the riot. Damian dove after him but was sidetracked when Killer Moth decided to punch him.

Tim wove through the crowd before being tackled to the ground by… nobody. Or more importantly NoBody. “Hey, Maya. Long time no see.”

An image above him flickered, her suit came into view then just as fast as it appeared it was gone. Just a confirmation. Tim raised his staff to try and protect himself from a blow but she twisted it away from him. It clanged as it rolled away. “No.”

Tim didn’t bother responding. He threw out a punch and Maya waved it off exasperatedly. “Fine.” She growled. Tim was ready for more attacks when something whammed into where NoBody was supposed to be, sending her flickering body flying into the wall of the courthouse.

“Go!” Wonder Girl shouted at Tim as she flew past him. Tim bounced to his feet and continued to run. The next blocks were the new ones: Batgirl and Robin. Seriously?

Tim didn’t even wait before he threw himself into the fight. Batgirl caught his fist, and kicked at him. He flipped away narrowing his eyes. Robin made a move to go forward but Batgirl held out her arm, telling him to stay back. Batgirl sent a kick at him and he dodged it, sending a back kick at her. She batted it aside like it was nothing. The next flurry of attacks were deflected, and Tim tried-he really really tried not to give in to the Ra’s. But his mind stopped (there was almost nothing scarier than his mind stopping, than losing control, as he watched himself fight to stay alive, to stay safe, to get what he wanted he felt like crying, he was gone, this monster was in his place, and this monster would kill Cass he had to save her) and he fought like he had earlier that night. He grabbed her arm, halting a punch, and flipped her. He pushed her against the ground only to be pounced upon by Robin. Tim stood and threw himself onto his back, drawing a scream from Robin. His arms only tightened around Tim and Tim elbowed him, trying to get him to let go. He didn’t. “I can’t let you do this.” Jason mumbled into his ear. Batgirl stood and sent a kick to him but he rolled over so that Robin took the brunt of the attack.

“Ow!”

“Sorry.” Batgirl mumbled.

“Let me do this? C’mon Jay, you won’t be able to beat me.” But Robin continued to hold on. Tim grabbed Robin’s utility belt and fumbled around the pockets. Either Robin would get off of him or Tim would get what he needed.

Jason began to protest but it was too late. Tim found the batarang blade and cut two thin slices through Robin’s long sleeved uniform. Jason finally shouted out and let go. Don’t kill them don’t kill her don’t kill him don’t don’t don’t Tim’s hands twirled the weapons expertly between his fingers and flicked it at don’t kill her don’t kill him don’t kill them don’t don’t don’t Batgirl who dodged right into Tweedledee and Tweedledum don’t kill him don’t kill them don’t kill her don’t don’t don’t. The two villains kept Batgirl busy and Tim turned to Jason who had been tying bandages around the slits on his arms. Tim’s mind returned to his body.

“I can’t let you do this.” Jason repeated.

“I’m doing this for us, Robin. All of this is for us. For me. For Steph. For you and Cass.”

“St-stop.” Jason mumbled with wide white lenses.

“Get out of here kid, get sewn up and leave all of this to me.” Leave him to me.

“I can’t-“

“Please, kid. He deserves to die. If anyone does, he does.”

Jason eyed him, blood leaking from his makeshift bandages. He mouthed something, so quick it might not have been anything. Make it good. Tim didn’t hesitate to comply. Robin fell to the ground; eyes closed and body limp. Tim leapt over him.

He jumped over the Judge’s Bench and was five inches away from the Joker. Five. Then the Bat was in front of him, arm up blocking him from hurting the clown. He didn’t speak. Neither did Tim. They just fought. No communication necessary.

“Ooooo, don’t I feel special?” The Joker giggled. “Fighting over moi? You shouldn’t have! AHahahaha!” He took out a gun and pointed at Tim who kicked it out of hand while shoving a hand into Batman’s bladder. “Aww! You’re no fun.”

Tim slapped the sides of Batman’s mask, hitting every secret button (which controlled things from his lenses vision to his comms) he could. Hopefully that would keep him busy for two seconds. Tim turned around sending a punch into the Joker’s chest. The white wigged man let out a heavy breath. “You know, I heard I had a groupie but I didn’t know he’d try to kill me! Harles just said ya wanted an autograph!”

Tim was a hundred percent positive that Harley Quinn did, in fact, not say that. Tim heard a growl that could only be his adoptive father’s from behind him and ducked. The Batman hit the maniac in the face, breaking his pale nose. The Joker snorted, choking on some of his own blood, and wiped at his dripping nose furiously. Tim elbowed him to the mouth and swiped at Batman’s utility belt (he needed better security on those things) crushing a smoke bomb between his fingers. Batman threw himself at the only movement he could see and landed on the Joker who gave him a stretched grin. “Aww Batsy! Not in front of the kids!”

The Joker had a handful of glowing green teeth.

Kryptonite.

Batman pushed himself off of the Joker with a disgusted growl and Tim stumbled around for the gun he had kicked out of the Joker’s hand. The smoke dissipated and in a second three things happened at once. Batman cried out the Red Hood’s name, his real name. Tim aimed the gun at the Joker, took a deep breath (ignore it all, just point) and fired.

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