#matthew daddario imagine

[soulofapatrick]

Safe in your Arms - Alec Lightwood x female reader 

Summary: You can’t sleep so you slip into bed with Alec

Words: 1.7K 

Warnings: none really 

Notes: This is written from female pov (my pov) however can be read as gender neutral so will put this story in both male and female reader 

Y/N’s POV

The darkness presses in around me, suffocating and heavy. Another sleepless night grips me tightly, refusing to release its hold. With a sigh, I rise from the bed, the covers slipping off my like unwanted shackles. 

Padding down the familiar corridors of the Institute, my footsteps echo softly against the stone floors. The hushed whispers of the night greet me, a comforting presence in the solitude. Each door I pass I hesitate, unsure who I’m looking for comfort in. 

I barely pause outside Clary’s room as we’ve never seen eye to eye so I continue on, finding myself outside Izzy’s door. The familiar, faint scent of jasmine wafting though the air. She's always been a source of strength and support, but tonight, the idea of seeking refuge in her embrace feels somehow... wrong, too intimate. I can't quite put my finger on it, but something holds me back, a silent voice urging me to continue my search elsewhere.

Jace’s door looms ahead, a silent invitation beckoning me to seek shelter within his presence. For a moment, I hesitate, my hand hovering over the door handle as memories of shared laughter and whispered secrets flood my mind. But then, with a heavy sigh, I pull away, the weight of unspoken truths pressing down upon me like a leaden cloak.

My fingers ghost over Simon's door, the thought of seeking solace in his company tempting yet ultimately unfulfilling. We may share a bond forged in battle, but there's a divide between us that I can't seem to breach. With a sigh, I move on, the ache of loneliness gnawing at my heart with each passing moment.

And then, finally, I find myself standing outside Alec’s room, the door a silent barrier between me and the solace I seek. With a hesitant hand, I push the door open, the soft creak of hinges breaking the silence like a whisper in the night. 

Inside, the room is bathed in a gentle glow, the moonlight filtering through the curtains casting shadows across the floor. Alec lies asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. For a moment, I simply stand there, drinking in the sight of him. Gone is the usual tension that seems to etch lines into his features during the waking hours. Instead, his face is softened by slumber, his expression serene and unguarded. The furrow of his brow, which often accompanies his deep concentration or stern demeanour, is smoothed away, replaced by an air of tranquility.

A small smile graces his lips, a sight so rare it’s almost surreal. It’s a stark contrast to the usual scowl that seems to be his default expression during the day. In this moment of vulnerability, his true essence shines through, a gentle warmth that draws me in like a moth to a flame. 

I find myself captivated by the peacefulness that radiates from him, the subtle rise and fall of his chest a soothing rhythm that lulls me into a sense of calm. It's as if all the worries and burdens of the world have been momentarily lifted from his shoulders, leaving behind only the purest essence of who he is.

In this moment, Alec is not the fierce warrior or the stoic leader. He is simply Alec, vulnerable and human, a reminder that even the strongest among us need rest and respite from the battles we face.

And as I gaze upon him, a small smile tugs at the corners of my own lips, mirroring the one that graces his face. I hesitate for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest, before I gently lift the duvet and slide into the bed beside Alec. The rustling of the sheets stir him from his slumber, his eyelids fluttering open blearily as he tries to make sense of the intrusion. 

“Wha—?" His voice is thick with sleep, the words trailing off into a soft murmur as he blinks owlishly at me. Confusion dances in the depths of his eyes, but there's also a hint of warmth, a flicker of recognition that warms my soul.

“What are you doing Birdie?" he mumbles, his words barely audible in the stillness of the room., the nickname he’s given me sending a shiver down my spine. Despite the grogginess that clouds his mind, there's a note of curiosity in his voice, a silent question hanging in the air between us. 

"I couldn't sleep," I confess quietly, my voice barely more than a whisper. "And... I needed to be near you.”

Alec’s expression softens at my words, a silent understanding passing between us. Without a word, he shifts around in the bed, making room for me to settle beside him. The duvet envelops us both in its warmth as we find our positions, his body fitting against mine like two puzzle pieces finally coming together. 

We settle into our newfound arrangement, a sense of peace washes over me, a warmth that seeps into my bones and drives away the chill of the night. In Alec's arms, I find sanctuary from the storms that rage within me, a refuge from the chaos of the world outside. And as sleep begins to claim me once more, I find solace in the knowledge that, for tonight at least, I am not alone. 

As the first rays of dawn  filter through the curtains, I gradually awaken from the depths of sleep, the heaviness of slumber clinging to my limbs like a comforting embrace. The warmth of Alec's presence envelops me, his arm draped protectively over my waist, anchoring me to the present moment.

I can feel the weight of his body pressed against mine, a comforting solidity that grounds me in reality. His unruly black hair tickles my cheek, a stark contrast to the softness of his lips pressed against my shoulder where my shirt has slipped slightly.

Alec emits a soft snuffle in his sleep as I gently begin to scratch his scalp, the motion soothing both him and me. His breath is warm against my skin, a gentle rhythm that lulls me back into a state of tranquility. 

He shuffles around as he begins to slowly slip from sleep, his brilliant blue eyes fluttering open, revealing a sleep-ridden expression that tugs at my heartstrings. There’s a softness in his gaze, a vulnerability that I've rarely seen in him before. And as his eyes meet mine, a flicker of recognition dances in their depths, as if he's just now realizing that I'm here, lying beside him. 

For a moment, we simply stare at each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between us. And then, slowly but surely, a small smile tugs at the corners of Alec's lips, a gesture so tender and genuine that it sends my heart soaring. 

Alec brushes the hair out of my face, his touch gentle, his fingers singing against my skin as if committing the moment to memory. I can feel the intensity of his gaze as he studies my face, his eyes searching for something, perhaps an answer to the question that lingers between us. 

And then, without warning, he moves forward, his face hovering just inches from mine. My breath catches in my throat as anticipation coils within me, every nerve in my body on edge with anticipation. 

And then, finally, his lips crash against mine in a kiss that sends shockwaves coursing through my veins. It’s everything I've ever imagined and more, his lips soft and plump against mine, fitting together with a perfect symmetry that feels like coming home. He rolls us from our sides so he’s leaving over me, his weight above me feeling right, perfect almost, as if we were always meant to be in this position. 

His kisses are a revelation, each one tasting of warmth and longing, a tantalising blend of sweetness and desire that leaves me breathless. I can feel the heat of his body pressing against mine, his warmth seeping into my skin and sending shivers racing down my spine. 

With every touch, every caress, I lose myself in the sensation of him, the feel of his lips against mine, the brush of his fingers against my skin. He smells of sandalwood and strawberries, a heady combination that fills my senses and leaves me intoxicated with desire. 

In this moment, with Alec pressed against me, every nerve in my body tingles with anticipation. It's as if the world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us in our own little universe, bound together by the intensity of our connection.

But, just as our passion threatens to consume us, a quiet knock at the bedroom door shatters the fragile bubble we've created. Alec lets out a quiet groan, his head falling to my shoulder in frustration before he clears his throat and calls out, "One second!” 

As he climbs out of the bed to open the door slightly, I sit up, the sheets rustling around me, betraying the fact that Alec's not alone. My heart races with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, unsure of what awaits us on the other side of that door. 

And then, as Alec peers out into the hallway, his expression unreadable, I catch a glimpse of blond meaning it’s Jace standing in the corridor, his presence casting a shadow over our moment of intimacy. With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I realise that our time alone together may be coming to an abrupt end.

Alec hisses something to Jace before closing the door and turning back to me, his eyes raking up my body, blue eyes darkening before he’s shaking his head and asking, “Breakfast?” 

“Clothes then breakfast?”

“You can wear some of mine, then breakfast.” 

“Deal.” 

The Shadowhunters Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

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[malecarchive]

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[bruciemilf]

So who’s your JL cast? If Battinson’s your chosen Bat, who are we imagining as the Batfam and JL in the beautiful thoughts your brain creates?💜

I'd keep Henry Cavill, Billy's actor, and Jason Momoa as their original roles!

As for Hal, I'd love to see Pedro Pascal, but it's very important that he plays himself

I'd cast Andrew Garfield as Barry Allen for the golden retriever nerd vibes

I'm gonna go with Emeraude Toubia for Diana bc I'm gay

As for The Batfam! Matthew Daddario as Jason Todd

Also this is a strange one but Keanu Reeves as Alfred

#jl #justice league #hal jordan #barry allen #diana prince #diana of themyscira #wonder woman #alfred pennyworth #jason todd #fancast #dc #dcu #dc comics

[frownyalfred]

I was wondering who you imagine/picture as Jason in the Coral Room fics. All the other characters, especially Jeremy Irons as Alfred, and Jesse Eisenberg as Lex come through pretty clearly but I was curious if there was some person or version you specifically relied on similarly for Jason.

I wasn't sure for a while, but I've definitely been leaning toward Matthew Daddario for a few weeks now.

I wanted someone pretty enough to be a universe-typical male omega, while also being big/stereotypically male enough to pass as a universe-typical alpha without question.

#asks #thank you for asking! #myfic #theresurrectionist #a sky of honey #a coral room #a room full of coral #a/b/o mention #a/b/o tw

[kaleidoscopewritings19]

Jason Todd x Reader

Title: Happy Ditching

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

Pairing(s): Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: NONE

Short drabble

Prompt in bold, credit to: @sassy-ahsoka-tano​

*I read an imagine where they put a pic of Matthew Daddario and said that’s how they pictured Jason Todd, and now I can’t unsee it.😳*

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Every year, your friend Nat always dragged you to a Halloween party. The week of Halloween, there was always a college party, and she would make you go with her to each one of them.

You had a costume for each day of the week, and at this point, your costumes outnumbered your everyday clothing. The night of Halloween, you dressed as Lara Croft, from the film Tomb Raider.

The sound of the music made the walls of the strange home shake, and people were dancing against one another and swayed to the beat of the music. You pushed your way through the crowd and made your way to the back door of the hosts’ backyard. 

Closing the door behind you, you let out a sigh of relief. You sat your fake guns on the patio table and pulled out your phone dialing Nat’s number. ‘Where are you?” you questioned as soon as the line stopped ringing.

“I’m sorry, I am going home with this really hot guy. See you tomorrow, let me know you get home. Love ya!” Nat said quickly, and the line went dead. 

“Thanks, Nat.” you say as you shoved your phone into the small pocket of you short shorts. 

A small light emitted from the swinging bench that was up against the house. You jumped when you see the light reflecting off of a stranger’s face. “Oh! You scared me.” You say as you lightly pressed your hand to your chest.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya.” A man’s voice said as he got up from the bench and made his way under the porch light. A cigarette was between his lightly parted lips, and he took a drag from it. “Lara Croft. nice.” he said as he took the cigarette away from his lips, and he looked you up and down.

“Unfortunately, I had to be basic this year. I was running out of ideas. My name is Y/N by the way.” You say as you stuck your hand out at the stranger.

Placing the cigarette back between his lips, he grasped your hand and flashed you a small, while carefully biting onto the cancer stick. “Jason.” he said, and he looked over your shoulder. “So, what brings you out here, when there is a party going on?” he asked and you sat at the patio table, and you opened up the bottle of beer you brought outside with you.

“My friend abandoned me at this Halloween party, and I don’t know anyone here. But you look as miserable as I feel.” you say as you took a drink from the glass bottle.

Jason grinned as he tossed his cigarette on the ground and stomped on it. “Then I say let’s get out of here, Lara Croft. No one will miss us anyway.” He said as he stood up from the patio table.

Without hesitation, you followed Jason out of the gate, and he led you to his motorcycle. That night he showed you a great time, and you were glad your friend ditched you at that Halloween party.

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Happy early Halloween! 4 more days! (Well 3 since it almost midnight)

Thanks for reading!

#Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #halloween #batboys #batman and robin #batman #the red hood #redhood #DC comics #DC Heroes #dc titans

[witchthewriter]

I hope this isn't a weird question but do you have a list of sjm characters that you headcanon as poc? Because I want to see what you think and if they line up with my own. I had never seen manon fan casted as asian, but im in love with it!!

I love this question! I've been re-reading the three series, getting ready for CC3 to come out. I have so many things to say, but I'll leave all that to another post - also thank you for this question, it's awesome. Please comment how you feel/what you think in the comments xx

𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑

First of all, the Bat Boys are NOT white. If I see another person fancast Matthew Daddario as Ariel, I will implode! I know it's difficult getting the perfect cast for a story we all adore.

Another point, the Bat Boys are Illyrian, and they are actual real people. Their usual features are tan skin, brown eyes and brown/black hair.

Also, Lucien - who I have fancasted in the past with Martin Sensmeier. I thought it was an interesting idea for a Native American to have that role.

And Amren is MOST DEFINITELY Asian. Without a doubt. There is no ifs, buts or maybes about it. She is most definitely Asian, and I will take offense if someone thinks otherwise.

Also, I don't want the Archerons to be so conventionally pretty, or petite. That's why Alycia Debnam-Carey is my Feyre, Dagmara Bryzek as Elain and Jessica Brown-Findlay as Nesta. I want women who aren't models!

The Valkyries;l Emerie is described as brown, as she is an Illyrian woman. And I'm completely fine with Gwen being red-haired, freckled and pale.

I'm curious about Mor, her physical features are fine - but her 'power' has yet to be revealed. Because it doesn't make sense???

𝐓𝐎𝐆

There are a lot more cultures in this series than the others. For me, it was so interesting because I'm desperate to know how different countries/continents, experience magic.

Learning about the Ruk's, with Nesryn and Sartaq, that was amazing.

I thought Manon was Asian, I always thought she was?! I mean from that link, that's how I imagined her. Whenever I see fanart where she isn't Asian, I just don't see them as Manon.

I definitely think the Cadre could be more than "tanned from hours of training in the sun." I think Lorcan could be a black man! And I def think Fenrys is half-black. Maybe with a white mother though. I hope I'm not coming off as insensitive! Please tell me if I am, because that isn't my intent.

Honestly, I don't care about what's 'canon,' I think there are way too many white characters in every part of literature. I know about history and when it comes down to fantasy worlds, I think black people should be allowed to indulge themselves as much as they want, without having to think about their awful history and what their culture has gone through.

𝐂𝐂

I actually thought Danika was black, it was a surprise to see fanart and she isn't??? For some reason, it doesn't sit right with me to have a white Danika.

Again, I feel like there aren't enough people of colour. We have little fire sprites, we have a lion-dog pet, a serpent queen, angels, and barely anyone who isn't beyond tan.

I don't think this series has a black character ... other than a few background characters that are only mentioned here and there ... if anyone wants to weigh in - I'm still learning about cc, I forget A LOT.

But in no way has SJM been as horrible as J.K. Rowling. Not only was she racist, but cliche', and a pick me. There was too much pick-me energy among the female characters. I'd like to think that at Hogwarts, the girls stick together no matter what (for me, female friendships are so important. It's sisterhood).

#anon #sjm #sjm poc #acotar #tog #cc #witchthewriter #headcanons #anon qs

[away-ward]

Who is your dream cast?

Personally Shaelah Mcgilton is my perfect Emory Scott.

Will Grayson always looked like Chase Mattson in my head.

Matthew Daddario is what I imagine Damon too like.

Ricka meanwhile really gives me Gigi Hadid vibes.

Jacob Elorid would make a great Michael Christ he certainly has the height.

Candice Swanepoel is what I see Winter as.

Hideo Muraoka would make a perfect Kai Mori.

Adriana Lima is my Banks.

Megan Fox is so Alex.

And Dylan Sprouse in After is so Trevor.

But what Dou think? 😊

I like all your picks! That's a great cast. I really love your Emory. She's sooo cute.

(poor dylan sprouse but it works)

Let's talk about faces!

My brain does one of two things when reading. It either completely ignores what is written on the page and picks a face and says "That's them" and I have no choice but to think of them that way the entire time.

Or it merges multiple faces together until I end up with split features/faces that it morphs between scenes, which means I'm never able to settle on a face.

Both have happened with Devil's Night characters. Sometimes I have a face in mind, and sometimes it's just

~Vibes~

PD didn't give face claims because they wanted the readers to picture the characters themselves. But also, as a writer, sometimes it's just hard to give your characters faces. No one fits perfectly what you have in your head, but they're your babies so it has to be perfect.

Anyway, here's what I have. For the most part, I don't have specific names/faces.

Michael and Rika:

I also pictured Jacob Elorid as Michael. It probably is the height and the hair. Plus, doesn't he usually play territorial jerks?

I don't know how to explain that in my head, Rika is pretty but...like an average pretty. Not like drop dead, sultry, gorgeous. But like. Wealthy pretty. But a wealthy pretty that tries to pretend she's neither pretty nor privileged, so she plays it down. At least until she gets with Michael and then she starts leaning into it more.

I usually picture a smaller, more delicate face, soft blond hair. Later, I feel like she'd wear red lipstick because it's Michael's favorite color and a color of power. Plus, she's a blue-eyed blond. What else is she gonna wear?

Kai and Banks:

I don't have a face for Kai. I know he has strong Japanese features, but his mom is Italian and I just feel that there would be some of that in his face as well. I can't find it, so maybe I made it up, but I could have sworn he had his mom's smile....

Hideo Muraoka works really well though and I've seen him used a lot. He works a lot better than some of the others I've seen, which give Kai a narrower face. Kai does not have a narrow face in my head.

For me, Banks does though. She also has fuller lips and Sharp eyes (green because at least one love interest has to have green eyes. it's law). I liked the hat picture cause it gave me tomboyish vibes compared to the other two which are...woah.

But once Banks dresses up, she is Woah. so.

Damon and Winter:

And for Damon...I hate to say it, but a tik-tokker (?? how are we spelling that?) that gives me vibes is Eduard Martirosyan. It's probably just they're both Russian, but I can't help but think if his hair and eyes were darker, I'd get stronger Damon vibes.

As for Winter, I'm not sure how similar to Rika she needs to look, or if it was just the blond hair and blue eyes that everyone was talking about. How close do they have to be to look like sisters?

Anyway, Scarlett Leithold is as close as I've gotten to how I picture Winter, but only specifically this look:

Everything should be paler, and more washed out than Rika. Those two girls don't look anything alike to me but then who cares. They're fictional.

Will and Emory:

Do I think Trevor Wagner looks like how I pictured Will?

NOoooo.

Do I get the strongest Will vibes whenever I see his tik-toks.

Ab-so-lutely.

It could just be his personality also feels like Will to me??? So whenever I find someone else that gives me Will-vibes, all it takes is a scrolling pass a Trevor and it's erased.

(There was one tik-tok where I thought he was driving a raptor and I was like "nooooo it couldn't be that similar." but it's not. It's a dodge. Yeah, I did the research. I had to know.)

I, for one, do imagine Emory having long wavy/slightly curly hair similar to the texture on the left. And I imagine her having fuller cheeks, rather than sharp angles...or the most part, any of the pinterest girls seem okay. As for this girl, she's close but for me her nose is smaller than how I imagined emory. but the basic structure is there.

Can I say, I really appreciate Will going out of his way to describe this girl any chance he can? I have such a clear vision of her in my head, but I can't find a face to match because, like Will, I now see her as perfect. And she doesn't even exits!

Alex

I thought I had a good handle on Alex until Emory tossed out that she looked like a character from whoville in NF and I was like the Dr. Suess characters???????

It just...really threw me off. But I think what she meant was the Alex's nose is small and kind of turned up at the end?

Whatever. I picture her mostly just chilling in Will's passenger seat before NF. The right and middle is Victoria Bronova and from what I've seen, she works for the most part. I mean, no one's perfect.

See what I mean about random features just filtering through while I'm reading? Nothing is consistent. It's rarely a constant "this is who I picture when I read" but more of a "when I see their face at this angle, I think of this other character."

It's just vibes.

Feel free to wildly disagree and offer up your own. I'm not tied to any of these and will happily drop one in favor of something that matches better to what I see in my head.

Thank you!

*if you know any of the names of the faces here that I didn't, please feel free to let me know.*

#dns fancast #asked and answered #devil's night series stuff #the horsemen of devil's night #the women of devil's night #michael crist #rika fan #kai mori #nikova banks #damon torrance #winter ashby #will grayson iii #emory scott #face claim #fan cast #asked and answered 36

[ridessgaeyl]

❝I’ve been yours for longer than you could ever imagine.❞

literate and descriptive portrayal of Xaden Riorson from Rebecca Yarros book Fourth Wing, casted with Matthew Daddario (might change in the future)

penned by Svea (she/her)

20 +

CET time zone

5+ years writing experience

#fourth wing rp #fourth wing #Fantasy rp #Xaden Riorson

[writingsbychlo]

Ooooo just saw your response to my previous ask. And YEP exactly. …… HOWEVER I think I was misunderstood when I said I wanted POCs to play illyrians, I get ur logic behind them being paler because of their geographical background and stuff, BUT I don’t want *white* men playing them. Take for example the people native to regions of northern India, Pakistan, Afghanistan etc that have their frigid snowy mountainous areas. They are more fair toned in nature, but that doesn’t make them any less POC. POCs come in all colors so, I feel like someone from that background is best suited to play my batboys 💗

(I hope this doesn’t sound mean, that’s not how I wanna come across 😭💋🫶)

(But being Desi myself, god is it frustrating when people think South Asians are only tan or brown)

no no I totally get you!! and can I just say, I love how respectful you are about it!! like everyone’s gonna envision things differently and it can be such a toxic topic in a fandom, and I love how there’s no heat in this, it’s not a veiled argument just a discussion. love the respect we have rn. what a vibe.

anyways, I get you 100%, honestly that’s just how I picture them but since my rhysand fancast is only a model anyway he wouldn’t do it, and when I think of matthew daddario I’m specifically picturing him in his shadow hunters era, y’know? so, in reality, I want unknowns and small actors etc playing these roles! or, at least SOME of them, in the live action!

I do have one fancast which isn’t small but y’all hear me out, hear me out:

the queen that goes into the cauldron and comes out older, reese witherspoon and her daughter!!

IMAGINE HOW ICONIC IT WOULD BE??

[nervouswreck202-blog]

How my brother and I imagined if both of us created the DCU, here's the superhero cast, supervillain cast coming soon.

Superhero and Supervillain Cast

David Corenswet - Superman

Jensen Ackles - Batman

Eiza González - Wonder Woman

Grant Gustin - The Flash

Alexander Ludwig - Aquaman

Channing Tatum - Green Lantern (Hal Jordan)

Sterling K. Brown - Martian Manhunter (In Mo-Cap)

Xolo Marideuna - Blue Beetle (Jaime Reyes)

Isabela Merced - Hawkgirl (Shayera Hoy)

Meg Donnelly - Supergirl (Just Fancasting!!!)

Hailee Steinfeld - Batgirl

Ben Schwartz - Plastic Man

Zendaya - Bumblebee (Karen Beecher)

Gina Rodriguez - Green Lantern (Jessica Cruz)

Alexandra Daddario - Zatanna

Austin Butler - Green Arrow

Jurnee Smollett - Black Canary

Zachary Levi - Shazam

Aldis Hodge - Hawkman (Carter Hall)

Anthony Carrigan - Metamorpho

Keanu Reeves - John Constantine

Aidan Gallagher - Robin

Bella Thorne - Starfire

Odeya Rush - Raven

Iñaki Godoy - Beast Boy

John Boyega - Cyborg

Chris Pratt - Booster Gold

Timothee Chalamet - Nightwing

Bill Skarsgård - The Joker

Nicholas Hoult - Lex Luthor

Margot Robbie - Harley Quinn

Karen Gillan - Poison Ivy

Jemaine Clement - Toyman

Antony Starr - Reverse Flash

Mehcad Brooks - Black Manta

Diane Kruger - Cheetah

Luke Evans - Sinestro

Colin Farrell - The Penguin

Neil Patrick Harris - The Riddler

Zoë Kravitz - Catwoman

Matthew McConaughey - Two Face

John Cena - Peacemaker

Viola Davis - Amanda Waller

Andy Serkis - Gorilla Grodd (voice)

Djimon Hounsou - Solomon Grundy (In Mo-Cap)

Peter Dinklage - Dr. Psycho

Pedro Pascal - Deathstroke

Wentworth Miller - Captain Cold

Mark Strong - Dr. Sivanna

Jude Law - General Zod

Dwayne Johnson - Black Adam

Ralph Fiennes - Brainiac

Michael Shannon - Black Mask

Dave Bautista - Bane

Sylvester Stallone - King Shark (voice)

Keith David - Darkseid (voice and in mo-cap)

I hope you have a great night!!! Let's hope James Gunn's DCU won't be terrible, it be very freaking strange if it was, but let's go!!!!

#dc universe #james gunn dcu #superman #batman #flash #dc fancast

[jasonsmirrorball]

just wanted to let you know that i love all your jason fics so much 😍😍😍 i wanted to ask if you have like a fancast for him? i always imagine alex høgh andersen because i think he’d be a great jason haha he’s very hot lol but what about you? 👀 just curious!! once again, thank you for your work it’s literally the best! ❤️❤️❤️

nonnie hiiii!!! thank you so so much!!! i actually don't have a fan cast for him which is wild because i've liked him so long you'd figure i would have by now, but i think i'm so fussy about that sort of thing because no celebrity i know really fits the idea of him i have in my head. i remember the matthew daddario fancasts from way back when and i didn't mind those but i always felt he just wasn't quite right (for me personally)

BUT that being said. the closest i've ever come to in my 21 years of living of finding someone that looks like him was this UPS driver i saw in 2017 in america who i swear to God looked exactly like him. literally the randomest thing ever to happen. i was 15 years old going for a walk with my family and i looked over and there was this man, dark haired, angular pretty boy features, i can't remember if he had tattoos or not but every time i remember him i think of how much he looked like jason. blew little 15 year old me's mind.

i wish i could transport the blurry memory of this guy into your mind because it's such a core memory for me LMFAO

#love letters 💌 #jay my heart #loverboy 💌

[trying414]

So, I keep seeing Jason Todd imagines with Matthew Daddario gifs (he was Alec in Shadowhunters), and honestly? Almost a perfect representation of Jason (he just needs the white streak lol).

I couldn't find the gif I normally see but these all fit Jason pretty well too 😂 Is he exactly what I picture for Jason? No. But he's probably the closest I'll ever find, and he's even got the height (he's like 6'3).

Petition for Matthew Daddario to play Jason Todd in a live-action Under the Red Hood or a live-action Batfam show/movie/etc. Basically, make him Jason Todd.

But not in Titans. They already have strayed with multiple characters, and it's working well for them, so let them continue. If we are going canon, go Daddario. Titans isn't canon, and that's okay. But I need canon representation too please and thank you.

#jason #jason todd #red hood #todd #batfam #batman #under the red hood #batman under the red hood #matthew daddario #matthew #daddario #why was it so hard to find the gif i normally see #i mean all of these are pretty good #but still

[bruciemilf]

sorry if you already answered this, but do you have any fancast for dick, jason and tim?

for some reason i see jason as tamino amir or jacob elordi or even damiano david. yesterday i imagine tim as finn wolfhard which i don't even know if it's better or worse than timothee chalamet. no idea about dick tho.

idk i just think that these castings would get me murdered by the fandom, and since im obsessed with your castings i wanted a professional opinion

(sorry if my english doesn't make any sense, it's not my mother language)

Bestie, I should sentence you to a full year of dating the lamest incel on earth for that Finn wolfhard take.

Also, to answer your question— very sadly, there’s very little to almost no Romani representation anywhere, so, I often stray from fan casting Dick.

I don’t want to pick the first good looking white guy with dark hair and be like, yep, that’s Dickie ^^ so for that, I don’t have a choice.

As for Jason, — I don’t think you’re entirely incorrect, necessarily. Some people like lanky Jason. I don’t, so, personally, I don’t agree with your picks, but that’s not saying they’re wrong. Just not right for me.

My personal pick for Jason is Matthew Daddario! And for Tim, this random guy I found on Pinterest, lmao

But these are just my personal preferences, rooted in what fits MY aesthetic and my view. Doesn’t mean they’re correct, just more fun for me.

#asks #fancast #dc #dc comics #jason todd #tim drake #text #dc fancast #I think an unknown actor/ person playing Tim makes sense to me #stray to stray accuracy

[claimsource]

MY BATFAM FANCAST

this will include canon castings that i simply agree with, as well as my own two cents. if you enjoy the castings of media such as titans, just know this is not some kind of hate propaganda against it, just how i personally enjoy imagining the batman-related characters in my own head. if i got anything ethnically wrong, please tell me and i will make sure to try and fix it. also keep in mind a lot of these include actors who are not fluent in english or who do not have any acting experience, so this is more-so for faceclaim purposes rather than true casting suggestions. for the record, all gifs are made by me - feel free to repost them without any credit though, i do not really mind at all.

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robert pattinson as bruce wayne

this would be a younger bruce wayne, since robert was born in 1986. as a disclaimer, i have not watched the batman movie starring him as bruce just yet, so i cannot say whether he did a good job or not. still, i think he is a very good fit visually and i like him as an actor overall. i am not the biggest fan of bruce himself, sue me, so i didn’t exactly feel like going super into possible less mainstream options. i don’t really care that much, sorry.

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bálint jaskó as dick grayson

i’ve heard mixed opinions from romani people on here on whether or not dick should be casted with a romani actor or not. i am not romani, so all i could do is go with what i believe is the majority, which states that, while dick grayson’s portrayal as a romani person is not the best since it was mostly written by white people who fetishize them (source), it should still not be erased and instead should simply be improved to still give romani people the representation they deserve. therefore, i decided on bálint jaskó, who would probably play an older dick grayson. i just think he is really pretty, looks the part and he seems to be a pretty good actor. sadly, he does not speak english from what i could find, so an honorable mention who does speak the language, but is a bit too old in my opinion, is the great òscar jaenada (the accent is on the wrong side because i am typing this on my laptop and i do not have the right key to type it, sorry).

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kim hyeonjoong as jason todd

now, obviously honorable mentions must include the very popular benjamin wadsworth and matthew daddario fancasts. i actually do like them a lot! i just think nobody is here to see extremely widespread fancasts everyone knows of already, so i thought i would be a little edgy this time. this is more a “i imagine jason todd to look like this” rather than a proper, actually probable casting. i could not find anything leading to hyeonjoong being fluent in english, and even if he was, he is mostly an influencer and model rather than an actor and i’m not sure if he could act at all. the most i could find outside of that was he also is apparently a dancer and he was in stray kids’ performance of ‘i’ll be your man’ (source), but no acting stuff at all. still, he looks the part in my opinion, and i wanted to give in my two cents to encourage the east asian jason agenda, since i loathe the black and/or latino jason headcanons (unless they are to project) because hearing people explain it is just a cluster of awful stereotypes, honestly.

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jacob batalon as tim drake

yes, i know they look very different. honestly, though? i just like this fancast a lot, and i think many scenes jacob has as ned leeds in spiderman: homecoming as the ‘guy in the chair’ remind me of tim drake sometimes. honestly, i think he could do a good job, and that’s all that matters to me. this is my little comfort fancast and i refuse to have it taken away. that being said, honorable mentions include jay lycurgo, who played tim in titans and that i actually kind of enjoyed, as well as matt cornett, who i just think could look the part if he had his hair dyed darker. there’s also the very famous fancast that is timothée chalamet as him, which i honestly think works.

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aarif lee zhi-ting as damian wayne

now, obviously, this means he would be aged up. i want to give an elaborated reasoning why i chose him, but ultimately i have to admit he was the only arab-chinese actor i could find. i obviously really care about getting everyone’s ethnicity right, but i am especially passionate when it comes to damian since i am arab myself. for the record, sorry but aidan gallagher is very likely white, and even if he had some arab heritage, he is not part chinese, which means he does not work as a damian fancast. honestly, i just think i would much rather an unknown arab-chinese actor to play damian if they made a live action because, seriously, there is barely any i could find.

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cheng xiao as cassandra cain

honestly, i am still not sure if cassandra is chinese or not. she is surely east asian, but i am pretty sure it was never disclosed where she is from exactly. ascend magazine calls her half chinese on twitter (source) and i have found some people on tumblr saying she is likely chinese (source). however, in birds of prey, ella jay basco was casted, who is of filipino-korean heritage. therefore, i am torn. i went with cheng xiao not only because she’s chinese and looks the part, but she’s had history with ballet dancing (source) and is very flexible (source). i just think she could do a very good job with possible fight scenes, which she has done before in her acting stuff (source). if she is korean-filipino, however, then jin hyeonju, in art known as lucky, or oh hayoung could both work.

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grace van dien as stephanie brown

god knows i love grace more than anything, so i simply couldn’t resist. besides, the concept of steph being a little soft spoken sounds amazing to me and i need it in my life. i know gracie’s most popular role has her with ginger hair, but she’s naturally blonde and has been in several roles as such. i just think she looks like she could fit. bonus points considering she is a twitch streamer and i think twitch streamer stephanie is an absolute possibility that should be canon, idc. honorable mentions include madelyn cline and olivia rose keegan.

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savannah welch as barbara gordon

savannah was cast as barbara in titans, and honestly i just think she is perfect. she looks the part and she’s physically disabled, which i think is a key part of casting someone as barbara. i think she did a good job in the show and i would love to see her more in the role, perhaps in a spin off or something? though, some honorable mentions include cherylee houston and sudha chandran.

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kedar williams-stirling as duke thomas

honestly, i just think he looks the part and could do a very good job. his character in sex education, jackson marchetti, sometimes reminds me of duke in the way he dresses, too. some honorable mentions include caleb mclaughlin and roman wellington banks.

#batfam #batman #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #fancast #faceclaim ideas #fc ideas #roleplay help #rp help #dc comics #cassandra cain #tim drake #damian wayne #stephanie brown #duke thomas

[little-big-fan]

Aqui estão imagines feitos pelas nossas amoras ex moderadoras do sduf

Cinquenta tons de Horan

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Niall Horan

Zayn Malik

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Zayn Malik

Zayn Malik / Parte 2

Zayn Malik

You have to trust me. Zayn Malik

Froy Gutierrez

Tayler Posey

Matthew Daddario

Casamento - Liam Payne

Traição - 2 parte - 3 parte - Louis

Pedido de Casamento - Harry Styles

Zayn Malik

Froy Gutierrez

Harry Styles

Lewis Hamilton

Daniel Ricciardo

Niall Horan

Harry Styles

Sam Claflin

Zayn Malik

Eddie Redmayne

Noah Centineo

Sam Claflin

Pedro Pascal

Tyler Posey

Liam Payne

Niall Horan

Henry Cavill

Chris Evans

Niall Horan

#masterlist

[watchtowerindistress]

we are not our demons (9/24) - bruce wayne x batmom

Gif source: aleclightwoodt

Author's note: I wasn't sure if I mentioned Dick's eye color in the first book, so I decided to give him turquoise-green eyes - with Dick's light blue eyes from Young Justice and Finn's peculiar mix of turquoise, blue or sometimes green. I know the comics have inconsistency regarding how many children Bruce adopted? For this case, I decided that all the kids you're seeing (Dick, Tim and Damian) are all his children/legally adopted, including Jason.

Regarding Tim's eyes, I was bored with every single one of those people having blue eyes, so I gave him green ones. Are you able to detect The Princess Bride easter egg?

Is it such a surprise that I surrendered to the will of the community and can totally see Matthew Daddario playing Jason Todd? Just imagine he has the grey lock. Finding gifs is just so hard. Is it too much to ask for a bleeding Alec Lightwood??

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And I wanna believe in a world we can’t see

Millions of particles passing through me

And I know there’s a meaning

I feel it, I swear

I can’t see the future, but I know that it’s there

- Fall on Me by A Great Big World and Christina Aguilera -

To say that Ellie had been sleeping restlessly would be a massive understatement.

She felt bad for her reaction in the Batcave and how she handled things. On behalf of her friend, Ellie couldn’t help this mounting stress and anger. It was bound to erupt sooner or later.

Ellie just regretted the way it came out. Still, her reaction didn’t diminish the turmoil she was feeling.

Ellie actually needed a second to breathe and think before she would have to start her day. She was sitting on her bed with her knees bent and the sheets pushed down her calves.

Ellie turned her head to the uncovered windows that let the blue shimmering light of the lake shine through the room. Her bleary eyes were thanking the soft illumination of the early morning. With everything within her she thanked the location of her guest room that wouldn’t intrude with glaring sunlight. Not to mention her alarm that woke her up—there were some things on her agenda she had to get done for today.

At long last, she stretched her legs until the warm material fell away with a soft caress.

Ellie uttered a stretched-out groan when her arm reached towards the nightstand and opened the lid of her pill bottle. After one daily dose and a long, refreshing gulp of water later, Ellie was ready to put her clothes on.

It was time to get out of her worn pajama shorts and white tank top and get to the real world.

After a quick shower and change of clothes, Ellie’s feet dragged her down the stairs and towards the kitchen. Ready to get some caffeine into her.

Alfred’s back was facing her and, like a deity with superhuman senses, his body turned around.

Ellie swore her heart almost stopped beating. “Okay, that was eerie.”

Alfred’s brown eyes twinkled with playfulness behind those glasses while his mouth twitched. “Good morning to you too, Miss Ellie,” he teased without preamble.

Ellie merely shook her head.

“Tea?” Alfred offered and lifted an empty mug.

A grateful smile was playing on her lips before she adjusted the thick-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose. “It’s like you read my mind. Thank you, Alfred.”

Comfortable silence lingered in the air while Ellie took a seat at the kitchen island. Her eyes observed the butler’s actions of filling two mugs with tea bags and steaming water. The brunette helped herself with a small porcelain can of milk.

Her fingers let the invigorating warmth calm her senses. Mindlessly, her hand wove through her hair while she opened her mouth. “How is she adapting?”

Her focus was on the frown on Alfred’s face. “To be expected. Miss Gordon is a strong one who can withstand anything.” Alfred paused, mulling over his next words. “But I’m afraid that she’s far more torn up about this than she’s letting on.”

Ellie nodded numbly, yet she still felt the effects of her inner agony. “Trust me, Babs is letting on exactly what she’s feeling.”

The distress in Alfred’s brown eyes only enhanced his inner conflict. “Do not take Miss Gordon’s words to heart. I’m certain that she would appreciate you seeing her.”

The heated liquid pouring down her throat felt like a welcome distraction from her wayward thoughts. “I won’t. Take them to heart, that is. She’s got to do a far worse to push me away. But I will see her later. Unfortunately, I have some things to do for today. But later,” Ellie promised quietly.

Alfred nodded in understanding, his eyes glinting in the morning light. “Explains your early rising, Miss Ellie.”

She sent him a blank stare but shook her head while chuckling to herself.

The older man’s expression turned mournful. “You did wonderfully yesterday.”

The day before had been … eventful to say the least. The only thing that was stuck on her mind were the painful words she threw at Bruce. One of the reasons why her face revealed her doubts.

Alfred clarified, “Master Tim is a sensitive young lad.”

A small smile played on her lips. Alfred’s words remained true. Ellie couldn’t help the soft spot she had for the Wayne son.

Sometimes she had to hold herself back from taking him into her arms and ruffling that messy hair of his.

“I know. That’s why I like him.”

For some reason Alfred could tell that there was something else on her mind. He narrowed his eyes slightly. “What’s troubling you?”

The heavy sigh breaching from her lips felt like anxiety slowly leaving her body. “I said some things to Bruce,” Ellie admitted painfully.

Alfred took a gulp from his morning drink. “The question is: was it deserved or undeserved?”

Her eyes rolled to her head in thought. “It was more like something inside me just snapped. I just don’t understand how Bruce can remain so calm in all of this.”

Alfred’s eyebrows arched high. “Master Bruce is anything but calm. You need to see it from his point of view. This feels like history repeating itself.”

Ellie’s features tensed at the reminder of their previous loss. “Exactly. But how much does it take for him to finally act? Before someone else gets hurt or worse?”

“At the cost of his own humanity?”

Those words felt like an ice-cold shock to the system. Of course, it had to be Alfred who remained the voice of reason.

“That’s the question, isn’t it?” Ellie muttered under her breath as her gaze on Alfred turned wistful.

The front door banging shut pulled her out of her musings. Alfred merely lifted his head to the point of almost throwing his head back in frustration, without turning his gaze to the culprit in question.

“Master Dick,” he admonished tiredly.

“Sorry, Al,” a male voice called back from the foyer.

The force of déjà vu hit Ellie. Intuition was telling her that Alfred suffered many times under Dick’s furniture abuse.

“Did the Ming vase survive this time?”

Dick entered the kitchen with a weary expression on his face. His gaze met the two people in the room with a greeting nod.

“Hey, guys.” His eyes wandered back to Alfred. “And don’t worry, nothing got broken this time.”

Sympathy rose inside her once she took notice of the dark circles under his eyes.

“Need some coffee?”

Dick threw his head back and grunted, “Loads, please! Just pump it into me, will you?”

Ellie’s inquisitive gaze met Alfred’s. “You want to look after Babs?”

He remained still; the butler gene ingrained into him like second nature. “Are you certain?”

She chuckled quietly. “Don’t worry, Alfred.” Ellie eyed the fresh pot of coffee at the butler’s back. “I can serve a cuppa coffee just fine.”

Alfred’s lips twitched at her choice of words before he went around the kitchen counter. “Fair enough.” After that, Ellie could hear his steps recede in the distance. She stood up and helped herself by pouring Dick a steaming cup.

The familiar sound soothed her mind like nothing else ever could. When anxiety episodes arose, her psychiatrist told her to think ‘happy thoughts’ or to center herself in the present with her senses. In the end, this was her routine.

To drink her daily dose.

It was tough for Ellie at first—to abstain from caffeine for a few weeks if she was getting used to her meds being introduced to her bloodstream. It was no surprise that her body fought the cold turkey with headaches and fatigue. These symptoms could make anyone wonder where anxiety started, and coffee deprivation ended.

“Here you go.” Ellie let Dick fend for himself as he drank up his portion like a thirsty man.

His actions made her raise her eyebrows in fascination—

(The thought that someone raised them like a pack of wolves rang through her head)

— before she placed the pot back into its assigned spot.

Ellie folded her arms over her chest, observing her companion calmly. “You look like shit, Dick.”

The dark-haired detective didn’t even bat an eyelash when he continued burning his tongue with gusto. “Oh, thank you very much. I’ve worked extremely hard to become so.” Dick lifted his cup in a congratulatory manner while staring at her in return.

Ellie shook her head and pressed her lips together before cocking her head. “Rough night?” She inquired sympathetically.

Dick took the opportunity to place his almost empty mug back on the counter. “You could say that.” He was blinking rapidly, his insecure nature shining through his wide blue eyes. “You’ve seen her,” Dick mentioned as a statement and continued after a paused breath. “You think she’d want some company?”

Barbara’s testiness in the hospital came to mind, but on the other hand, Ellie didn’t want to change his mind, just in case she was wrong. Who knew, maybe she would react differently upon seeing Dick now?

Ellie shrugged her shoulders. “Honestly, I don’t know. I thought you would have seen Babs that day at Gotham General.”

Biting his lower lip, Dick’s gaze wandered to the living room near them. “This thing between Babs and I is … complicated,” he explained vaguely, and without offering anything else.

The computer engineer arched an ironic eyebrow. “You guys,” Ellie groaned. “Life is short. Now is really not the time to hold back but to appreciate what you have.”

“Says you?” Incredulous eyes were staring back at her.

Ellie sighed; her eyelashes fluttered slowly. “This better not be about—”

“You know, dear old Bruce is really a fine guy once you get over the moping mess he is, the strange work hours, the overprotective nature, and his strange fixation of beating up people in Halloween costumes. Not to mention that he’s probably richer than Oliver Queen.”

Rolling her eyes, Ellie replied, “Well, that’s not really an accomplishment. Queen lost his company and fortune several times now.”

Dick’s hands lifted in the air in skepticism. “Come on, put the poor schmuck out of his misery. You have no idea how rough it was for him the first few weeks.”

Ellie tilted her head, feeling inner turmoil arise in her. “It isn’t a matter of a simple choice. That I can just decide to get over it. It was about trust. Besides, now we have a relationship that works,” she whispered the next three words under her breath, “more or less. And is bound to both of us depending on each other. I don’t want to jeopardize that.”

Dick’s eyes narrowed slightly while pondering over something inside his head. Ellie’s muttered words might have sparked his suspicions. “Did something happen between you two the last few days?” He inquired quietly.

Ellie sighed wearily once she sat on the bar stool next to him. “Bruce and I had a disagreement on how to proceed with the Joker.”

A crease formed between his eyebrows as a sign of confusion. “Elaborate.”

“Bruce clings to his—in my eyes—unreliable principle of just sending him back to Arkham while I … can’t bear the thought of that clown only getting a slap on the wrist.”

Dick deduced her depraved needs correctly. “You want to see him dead.”

“Is that so wrong of me?” Ellie supported her chin with the ball of her hand. “I mean, how did you cope after the death of Jason?”

Dick’s breath stuttered in his throat and his tempestuous ocean-green eyes widened at the mentioned name. It was a stigma these days. How it had become a taboo word, never to be uttered again.

“He told you about Jason?”

“Bruce didn’t have to. His ghost remains in the cave like a memorial.” Her expression softened; her curiosity couldn’t be contained any longer. “How did he die?” Ellie rasped carefully.

Dick’s breath exhaled through his lips like a deflated balloon. “Jason was the second Robin Bruce trained under his wing. God, he was just a reckless and angry kid—sometimes too much to handle. And that was before Bruce even took Damian in.”

Ellie chuckled softly. “Alfred might have mentioned that about him.”

“Jason wanted to prove himself to Bruce and went after the Joker on his own. It was a trap. That psychopath didn’t care one bit who he was hurting as long as he got Batman’s attention. I don’t know how many hours he was beating Jason with that damned crowbar.”

Ellie swore her heart stopped beating while she whispered, “Oh my God,” with a pained expression on her face. She didn’t know what to think when she remembered that weapon next to his suit. That Bruce would keep that thing as a memory.

“The file stated that he suffered under a pneumothorax and internal bleeding before the Joker set the warehouse on fire. Killed more than just Jason in it. Batman tried to save him by running inside, but it was too late.”

Her hand covered her mouth at the gruesome images invading her mind.

“I’m trying to understand why Bruce wouldn’t avenge him.”

“It was harder for him than you can imagine. Jason was his adopted son.”

“How are you not…?” Ellie shook her head and tried to shape into words how all of this felt like a cruel twist of fate.

“As much as I want to kill him for what he did … I know there’ll be no way back. And I would be no better than him and all the other bad guys we put away.” Dick tilted his head, focusing on Ellie. “Don’t lose yourself in his madness.”

“How are your meds working, Ellie? Are you still feeling tired?”

Ellie rubbed the smooth material of her black jeans and leaned back against the maroon couch. The office of Dr. Claire Foster in Blüdhaven always seemed cozy and homey in her eyes. The small variety of green potted plants decorating her desk always managed to calm her nerves.

The box of tissues placed on the table at her knees felt like a default object in every therapist’s office and left a sour taste in her mouth, although it should have made her chuckle to herself.

“It’s getting better,” Ellie assured her with a small smile. “I no longer fall head-first into my dinner meal.” She really wasn’t looking forward to remembering the first two weeks—time felt fuzzy from that medication, it could have been longer—of immeasurable tiredness, the sensation of elephant tranquilizers infusing her system.

Dr. Foster nodded to herself, scribbling something down on the notepad sitting on her knees and focusing her dark-brown eyes back on her. “That’s a relief. It’s always hard getting used to the side effects of new medication.” The woman tilted her head in speculation. “I’d say the dosage you were prescribed had been pretty invasive. Has anything new happened since our conversation last month?”

Ellie was breathing heavily now, not knowing if she should reveal the latest events. Some variances of truth would be in order.

Her eyes swept to the ground. “My best friend … was attacked and badly injured in her own home.”

“That must’ve been traumatic for you.”

Ellie folded her arms over her chest. “I wish I could do more for her. I know how much she’s hurting.” The crease between her eyebrows grew at her last statement. “Actually, I don’t. She’s paralyzed from the waist down. I just wish she would trust me and let me in.”

The therapist let out a sorrowful sigh and tilted her head. “Am I correct to assume that she’s feeling bitter about her situation? How are you feeling about that? Guilty because you believe you could’ve changed that from happening?”

“I don’t feel guilty. I feel angry.” Ellie exhaled the breath she had been holding slowly out of her mouth. “I feel … My emotions are conflicted and out of control. Even I don’t understand how my thoughts could shift so much. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this helpless.”

The gaze of the dark-skinned woman ventured briefly to the clock over her shoulder behind her. “My advice would be to just be there for her. You have to remember that this is even worse for your friend. What’s important right now is to not forget your own needs and even yourself in the process.” Dr. Foster leaned forward in her seat and weaved her hands together. “You said that your thoughts were shifting. What did you mean by that?” She asked carefully.

Ellie sent her a blank expression before letting air exhale through her nose.

“Shifting as in … I’m harboring thoughts I never thought I would have.”

Her index finger patted against her chin. “Morally?”

“Especially.”

Dr. Foster’s gaze turned speculative. “Perhaps it would be a good idea to find an outlet, maybe a hobby. Do you partake in any interests?”

Intrigue was shining in her eyes at the suggestion. “I think I can find something, Dr. Foster.”

It was around three o’clock in the afternoon when Ellie went down the hallway on the second floor, in search of little Timmy. Her right hand held tightly onto the plastic cup, hoping to do something nice for him if he was going to be holed up in his room.

Not to mention how Ellie always felt so drained after a therapy session and decided to bring some self-care drinks with her.

With her hand placed against the door, she knocked a few times before a quiet, “Come in,” reverberated through the doorway. Ellie pushed down the door handle and stepped through.

Tim’s room had a down-to-earth feel to it and with light colors adorning the walls. Now that she was facing her new surroundings, she couldn’t imagine it any differently.

A blue pennant with the words Brentwood Academy and a griffin embellished the material and hanging on the wall above the bed’s headboard. A tall mahogany bookshelf was standing in the corner of the room and offered shelter for reading material, such as ‘How computers work’ or ‘The Oxford Handbook of Positive Psychology’.

Ellie’s eyebrows rose in surprise at the extensive library for a 9-year-old and stepped further inside. Tim kept quiet, still fully engrossed in assembling his computer. Like her presence didn’t even dissuade him from his year-long quest.

“Still working on that computer of yours?” Ellie’s lips quirked into a fond smile.

Tim’s arms shielded the device, like the young boy believed she was going to stop him from his aspiration, or it was some sort of surprise Ellie wasn’t supposed to see. “It’s not done yet,” he mumbled with a stubborn attitude.

Pressing her lips together, she shook her head while chuckles left her mouth. “It’s okay. I just wanted to bring you something to drink if you’re intending to work on your project for hours on end.”

Ellie lifted the mentioned cup in the air and placed it at a safe distance from any important tools but close enough to catch his attention, on the windowsill.

The golden flecks in his green eyes glinted with interest. The black-haired boy stared at the object out of the corner of his eye, while he twiddled with the screwdriver in his hands.

“No strawberries?”

Ellie shook her head. “No strawberries,” she assured him of the absence of his food allergy. Alfred disclosed that tidbit of information about the boys in the household early on. “Just some good old-fashioned boba tea. With some black tea and lychee fruit.”

She pointed her finger in the air as a reminder once she noticed the gleam in his eyes at the mention of caffeine. “But don’t think this is going to be a daily occurrence.”

Tim lowered his head, hiding the smile on his face. “Thanks,” he whispered quietly.

“Don’t mention it.” Ellie bent forward with interest and leaned her arms against the table to try getting a better view. “Tell me about your undertaking. How far did you get?”

To lay people, the computer monitor seemed pretty much done but a feeling and the motherboard and a few wires laying on the table told a different story. Sentimental nostalgia rose in her when she eyed the Windows ‘98 computer.

“I still need to connect the wires and a few other things to get this thing running.”

Ellie leaned forward like she was divulging a life-long secret. “You know, when I was a kid, I did that too.” Tim’s head twisted in her direction before she continued speaking, “I created some sort of ‘super computer’ as I liked to call it. Scared the … daylights out of my uncle who I was living with at the time once he saw a dismantled computer on the carpeted floor.”

Tim giggled quietly at the vision she portrayed. His tinkling laughter only tickled her own mirth from her chest.

“If you want, I can help you with that.”

Tim lowered his head for a few seconds before he slowly nodded. “Okay.”

Ellie closed the door behind her with a quiet click, her hand resting against the metallic door handle. A small smile was still playing on her lips, savoring the quality time she just spent with Tim. Holding the tools in her hand and instructing him how to improve the tinkering process brought her back to being that geeky kid without a care in the world. It actually took her by surprise how Tim accepted the know-how she was offering since a part of her was afraid that the boy wouldn’t trust anyone with his passion project.

Ellie shook her head and turned her body around until she was facing the hallway.

Out of nowhere, Bruce was standing with his back against the banister, one foot placed on the highest step.

Ellie suppressed a gasp from leaving her lips. That sneaky cat. Over time, she realized she would never grow out of that phase of holding her hand over her chest, like she wanted to contain that cardiac arrest just waiting to happen.

“Jesus,” Ellie muttered under her breath. She slowly walked towards him, like she was reluctant in facing the confrontation. “Someone decided to be a freakin’ ninja again, huh?” she mused.

Bruce decided not to dwell on Ellie’s words and merely nudged his head towards Tim’s door. “Everything okay?” Already concerned that Ellie knew something about his adopted kid of which he wasn’t aware.

The brown-haired woman waved her hand, dismissing it instantly. “Don’t worry about it. Just brought him something to drink. What are you doing here besides stalking in the shadows?”

“I feel like we need to clear the air,” Bruce mentioned softly, making Ellie’s heart thump nervously in her chest. His gaze didn’t hold hers for long.

Her anxious gaze swept over anything but him. “Do we have to though?”

Boundless patience shone in his hazel-brown eyes while he waited in silence for her to come to terms with the talk that was inevitable.

The breath she was holding expelled from her lips in a whooshing exhale when she laid her hands on her hips. Ellie let her hair drop over her eyes as a sign of surrender before she threw her head back.

“Okay, fine. You’re right. I might have gone all bloodthirsty on you. All this wrath and bitterness just swept over me. I just couldn’t help it when it felt like I was all alone with this.”

Bruce calmly arched an eyebrow. “You’re not.”

“Well, you’re like an oyster. I can’t tell what you’re feeling, Bruce, unless you actually say it out loud.” Ellie sighed, spreading her arms at her side.

Bruce blinked slowly. “If I would say what I was feeling, I wouldn’t get anything done around here. Besides, you have no idea how hard this is for me.”

“Then tell me,” Ellie whispered quietly.

“This is excruciatingly hard for me.”

“I just didn’t get you with everything that happened to Jason,” she explained cautiously. Ellie’s voice shifted to something sentimental. “You never told me he was your son.”

Something mysterious blinked in his eyes. “Jason Todd is … not someone I like to talk about,” Bruce muttered with a clenched jaw.

Ellie felt like she was invading unfamiliar territory but couldn’t help her fascination. She genuinely wanted to get to know Bruce again and understand him. “I noticed Jason’s costume … you put it down there on display like you don’t want to forget how he died. Like some sort of memorial.”

Bruce closed the distance between them, making her believe that they were the only people in the world. “I need to remember … the guilt, the shame, my biggest regret. That I couldn’t save him.”

He shook his head, letting a curl of his hair fall distractedly over his eyes. “Trust me when I say this, I never felt more conflicted than now. If I had stopped him before.”

“I’m sorry that you lost him,” Ellie breathed, her gaze sweeping to the ground before her eyes met her hand inching towards his chest in slow motion. Bruce’s warm skin under his clothes made her stomach slip downward. The tips of her fingers stroked his black sweater soothingly.

“Please tell me I’m not the only one who feels this murderous urge….” Ellie shrugged her shoulders teasingly. “Or just to maim.”

The corners of Bruce’s mouth twitched. “Maybe just a little bit.”

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