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weebsinstash · 1 year

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No no you’re so right about the batfam thing, I thought I was the only one here. They’re all so mentally ill and have seen so much shit, this gray area of taking care of you (but at the same time never attempting to cure you) is so on brand.

Reader: ok so can I just go over this again. I was a grown adult woman with a job and an apartment and my own arguably shitty life and I was even a vigilante

Dick: yep sounds right so far

Reader: and I had a run in with a villain and maybe almost died and in the end i got turned back into a kid

Jason: yeah it was real scary, Damian totally cried

Reader: and after I was a kid again and i couldnt remember anything 'from the future', you gave me a new place to live, you fed me, you housed me, you even registered me in school and I literally went to high school with you guys

Barbara: yeah and the teachers love you ^^

Reader: i would have nightmares and PTSD and then one or even several of you would sleep in the same room as me, Alfred learned all my favorite dishes, we literally took family vacations overseas, you took me to all kinds of doctors whenever I was worried about my hair or my skin or wasn't feeling well to make sure I was literally in perfect health and wouldnt worry, some of you call me your sister completely unironically, and you guys did all of that, all of that for like FIVE YEARS--

Damian: well of course

Reader: and you NEVER attempted to talk to Dr Fate or Zatanna or Mr Terrific or like literally anyone about how to fix this and turn me back to normal literally NOT EVEN one single time? And what the fuck, are these ADOPTION PAPERS?

Jason:

Dick:

Bruce:

Barbara:

The dog:

Alfred, being as brutally honest as ever: it never came into consideration, no

Reader: man, fuck you guys, I'm gonna see what that "Earth-3" dimension is like, maybe THEIR Batman isn't a complete freak 😒

But gosh you wanna talk about morally gray, I was thinking of something when I was watching those Jason clips yesterday and you know, depending on the movie, people were discussing how he literally had head trauma that also could have altered his mental state and i began thinking: what if Reader got a concussion and it eventually spirals into the Batfam basically turning it into one big convenient excuse

Like imagine Reader is, you know a member or extended member of the fam, whether as is or attached to that age regression amnesia idea, and a villain just, REALLY gets a good move in, maybe the Joker himself brings his good friend the crowbar back and you take a good swing to the back of the head, and you have, like, CONFIRMED head trauma, definitely concussed, maybe you even need surgery or treatment for a fractured skull. Just the entire Batfam crowded around your bed comforting you as you lay there in bandages feeling just so weak and helpless and sad 🥺 and maybe not just the concussion but also the resulting months of bedrest until you recover directly result in you needing physical therapy so you're also physically weaker than before

And this goes from "oh gosh Reader is forgetting things more often and her ability to think and focus has obviously changed, what if this is permanent, we better make sure we support her and keep her company and try to help her and make things as accessible as possible" developing to "clearly you are only upset with us because your concussion scrambles you up sometimes and you're more emotional than you were before and you're not always in the right state of mind. what do you MEAN you want to move out and The Mission is stupid and none of us are actually fixing anything, youve never said stuff like this before, that's ridiculous, clearly you're just having another overstimulated meltdown but that's ok, we know you're struggling and you're still our family so we'll make sure you stay here and stay safe 🥰"

And you know, the Reader character is all emotional and stuff, but as the IRL Reader thats one of those situations where you kinda go "well shit, she DID have a traumatic head injury, from the Batfam's perspective you COULD legitimately just be suffering from a concussion and these 'aren't your real feelings'" and it's super morally gray because like yeah, you've been hurt real bad, and maybe you're still recovering, and maybe you do legitimately have a somewhat, er, slightly diminished mental ability now, but that's all manifesting in "you're literally having to break out of the house just to get some time to yourself because youre trapped or have a constant babysitter and Batman himself drags you back kicking and screaming while he's gently scolding how you shouldn't be out there by yourself and that you have to be more careful because what if you got hurt 🥺"

And even if Reader's emotions weren't being affected at all like, it brings THEM some sort of fucked up closure to believe that you're just a little unwell and not, like, you hating them because 'they couldn't protect you' and it is arguably their fault you even got brutalized in the first place. Bruce just internalizing the extreme guilt he feels until it manifests into you basically being treated even MORE like, like some kind of bubble baby, constantly kept safe in your perfectly handcrafted little prison of 'a peaceful life'.

#the joke being Earth 3 is literally the Everyone Is Fucking Evil dimension where Reader would be absolutely doomed #yandere stuff #sinprompts

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hazzybat · 3 months

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Omg I saw you repost a Tommy cash thing (yes he would bottom cuz that man would literally be up for anything I think he's an absolute deviant lol) and it made me think of him in your monsters AU! I don't know if you'd be tempted or plan to write him but now I can't stop thinking about it. I can totally see him being a vampire based off aesthetics. Or because I've decided in my brain that he is some sort of sex fiend (in a good way) maybe an incubus. Either way I can totally see him being Bojans type. What monster would you assign him as? (if it's not gonna cause spoilers) if you don't plan on writing him into the AU I would absolutely love a ficlet/side story of him and Bojan orrrr him and Bokris? (I can see him and Bojan being super into eachother and Kris joining the fun for a bit of spice)

Oh yeah I haven't reblogged Tommy in a bit but I do love the fucking weirdo he is!

So I don't have a plan for him in this fic mostly cause it's a Joker Out fic with a cameo by Käärijä so no real reason. Could be a fun mention somewhere though.

I did actually write a thing of him as an incubus and ended up using a lot of that to inspire Bojan. I think he would maybe still be an Incubus but a much older and more experienced one. Bojan does flirty, kinda puppy love and Tommy does freaky, nasty, sex dungeon shit because yeah he's a freak. (If you like käsh and really kinky stuff I have a fic with him publicly cumming/getting milked as part of an art exhibit with some help.)

Otherwise I could also see him as a centaur (cause raked music vid). That could be pretty fun to play with too. He's such a horse girl so I think I'm leaning towards centaur just for some variety in the monsters.

Dunno if the horse cock would make that option better or worse. For having fun.

This is a long answer but if you want to read about an incubus Tommy getting blown by Käärijä you can find it here.

Figured I'd do that instead of pasting it here.

Let me know if you have more thoughts and I might end up writing some Tommy/Bojan/Kris fucking?

#monster hearts #jo monster au #tommy is just a weirdo i love him #I've written a lot of tommy fics if you like him btw #JO Monster AU worldbuilding #JO Monster AU asks

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creetchure · 1 year

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OH I WATCHED UNDER THE RED HOOD AND WOW I FORGET HOW HORRIBLE IT US WATCHING JASON GETTING BEAT UP W A CROWBAR

all of his actions! are justified i still do not think he was at all in the wrong w becoming like a sort of crime lord. red hood more like slay hood

i will say! that (and maybe the comics go into more depth w the backstory to why he even went after the joker) i kinda like the way they built up his death in the titans.

i will now explain bc it’s actually my favorite arc ever.

jason todd was tossed around in the system, yeah. obviously this causes mistrust w authority, duh. finally, fucking bruce wayne takes him in and suddenly he’s actually helping his community. the community he suffered in and saw others suffering around him and continues to see suffering!! so obviously that’s like so amazing and great.

except. then he starts feeling like batman is holding him on a leash. there isnt total trust both ways — he feels like he’s worth more than anyone is giving him credit for (teen struggles but ur a vigilante!! uh oh).

so when he gets sent to the titans he is really fuckin pissed. it’s just further proof that bruce/batman doesn’t actually believe in him as a proficient fighter (even though, while some of that might be true, im sure bruce wanted him to also gain new perspectives. not the point though).

and then of course he gets fucking traumatized to all hell from almost dying after running off on his own without thinking things through bc yet again he feels chained down. so he’s dealing w that when he gets back go gotham.

and bruce notices! and is like “hey you should go to therapy” but jason already lost some amount of trust so is like “hm no im *fine* let me *fight*” he sees therapy as an admission to weakness etc etc.

he eventually is kinda forced to go (no fight until therapy) and it helps for about a second until he just fuckin. convinces himself that it’s rigged against his favor. so batman totally grounds him and he then he goes to fight the joker alone and. yeah.

but it’s just so?? like?? idk it’s so. it makes so much sense. everyone’s side makes sense and i think that’s why i love it so much. idk how much of this correlates w the comics but the red hood movie did Not go into very mucb detail and i know that wasn’t the point of the movie but it was still a little disappointing somehow. i still super duper enjoyed it though. for sure very much super good movie/gen

and the fight sequences!!! ugh i love love love animated fights. how do they do that??? so much talent.

gotta say, i wasnt expecting so much from titans, fromwhat little ive heard about it. BUT. counterpoint. your honor, you should also watch Batman: Death in the Family. Goes into a lot of why jason went to ethiopia in the first plac e that ties in with him not knowing who he is outside batman, etc.

my main rec for post revival jason is teen titans #29 from either the 2003 or 2007 run i cant rmbr

OK spoilers for death in the family below, thoughPLEASE please pleaseread or watch it its SO worth it. its what shapes Batman into what he is now, changes a Lot of his motivations.

ok ? ok!

in comic canon, jason is a crime alley kid, that hasnt changed, but the difference i think is rhat its batman whi takes him in. he tries to steal the batmobiles tires, and bruce drops on him in full costume to buy him a hamburger and iffer him to stay.

one thing youll see people say is that jason was the angry/violent robin, and while i disagree on that whole thing, it is where most of his and bruces issues stem from pre-death.

he gets benched. he finds out catherine todd isnt his biological mother and in a fit of teenage angst and rebelion, decides flying to ethiopia is the way to deal with that, to try to find his bio mom.

and he does!! him and vruce find her!! only issue is: she sells jason out to the joker, who was blackmailing her.

so jason is there. he wat hed his mother sell him out. hes getting tortured nearly to death, and then you see what happens at the begining of under the red hood, except whatq not shown there is that jason died taking the burnt of thz blast for his mom.

tbe nextcomic is i thunk the ling halloween which introduces tim and a whole lot of iddues, superman has to stop him from killong etc.

what id rec for other post revival jason content is from the 2003 (i think, might be 07?? unsure) teen titans run, issue #29, which has a confrontation with tim that is so. so heartbreaking man. i love it but also holy fucking shitballs.

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times-eclipse · 1 year

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Persona 6 Dream - Phantom Thieves and a Circus Troupe

I had a bit of a nap earlier and ended up having a dream about Persona 6. For whatever reason it also involves the cast of Persona 5, but it at least took it in an interesting way. It's kinda a long description, so let's see how I do.

There was an anime-style OP, as they do, but I don't really remember much about it by this point. It introduced a few dream-specific characters, as well as the Phantom Thieves. I was a little concerned why PT was there, as I worried it might mean it can't stand on its own.

I seemed to be playing the game with a friend, but I only saw the game visuals in the dream. The camera was low-down and close up like I was in the game itself, but seemed to also have running commentary like I was watching/playing it.

The game starts off with some other party going somewhere in some town. I don't remember anything about how they looked, except for recalling the protagonist's design - like a cross between Makoto Yuki P3 and Ren P5. He had short, slightly curly-wavy hair like Ren, but it was a dark blue like it was a mix between Makoto and Ren. He was shown in an outfit that seemed... almost playing-card magician themed - alike the P5 Joker outfit, but with more reds and whites, slightly anime-outfit extravagant but not too much. He also maybe had Joker-mask-styled glasses.

The party end up going to a movie theatre. Two characters from the OP that looked like circus ringleaders - dressed in white blazers and pants, one man with a tophat and one woman with a baton - are all "HEY who wants to rule a Palace?!" and pull out of the fabric of reality a weird cog-spike thing. The cog-spike is heavily black-and-white styled like it's part of P5's UI, and is apparently called a "key".

One party member, the Ryuji/Junpei-type (he even looked rather Ryuji), gets extremely hyped for it and ravenously goes after it, as do some others in the theatre. I (in the background) are all "oh I think I see the story loop here". When he grabs onto it, reality falls apart and everyone is falling through a red void, and the Phantom Thieves are there?? The thieves are all "who the heck is this lot?!"

The party and PT are eventually standing in a garden/flower field sort of area. I don't remember exactly the conversation, but it's said/implied basically that the party has been caught up in some Cognition thing, and the PT are here because they've been solving such events in the background. Akechi is there too. The Junpei-Ryuji guy that grabbed the "key" is nowhere to be seen.

The game seems to inherit from your P5 save file and called Joker "Juurou" here, like my previous playthrough with my friend. This is like the one point the dream tried to be a bit more game and brought up a dialogue box, only to get all "lived" again and me there, in the dream is all "OH HECK YEAH IT'S JUUROU, woo!" and patted his cheeks and confused everyone.

I think the idea in the dream was that these two circus ringleader types were going around showing people the Wonders of the Metaverse, and people exposed to those "keys" suddenly became overcome with power and desire. If you touched the "key", you'd form a Palace right there for that area, as it happened for The Junpei-Ryuji. The dream implied each party member would go through this, even though your entire circle of friends was practically introduced right at the start.

In this situation it would be almost comical after like the fourth dungeon to see party members still fall for the ringleaders' trap.

Regardless, once at the flower garden area, this is about when I woke up. The P6 party was congregating together but unsure what do, and PT were heading off on their own, and then... I don't remember anything else. There was an aside all "hey wait a sec when was P6 supposed to come out again" and then remembered going to a store to get it, and the release date on the trailer being all 2023.04.13 and it was apparently like, the 17-18th in the dream..?

But regardless, aside from the frankly marketing powered inclusion of the Phantom Thieves, the general conceit of the dream was kinda cute. Also if we end up with a P6 trailer announcing it for release on Homestuck Day, you heard it here first folks.

#persona #persona 5 #dream diary

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twstinginthewind · 1 year

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'you’re going to be alright’ Maybe we could try MellowMia then

'you’re so cute’ CarolPunch

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"Wha." Mellow swallowed hard, and managed to look back up at the girl in the Pomefiore uniform. "Wh-. What'dya say?" he asked, sprawled on the library floor.

She giggled, one little cat ear flickering. "I asked you if you're going to be all right? That was one serious fall, there." She knelt down next to where he had fallen, and started to pick up the stack of books that he had dropped, scattered all around them. "Plus, like. There's a loooooot of heavy reading here. If it landed on you, you coulda gotten hurt bad!" Her black-gloved hands nimbly sorted the literature, separating the bulky books he was collecting for Leroy from the few slim volumes she had been carrying.

"I. I'm nnnn. I'm not hurt," he managed, propping himself up onto his elbows. Mellow adjusted his glasses, which had been knocked askew, and shook his head. That collision really took the wind out of him.

"I'm real sorry. It's probably kinda my fault? I really wasn't looking where I was going. Well, I was looking ahead? But not to the sides, haha! I didn't realize you were a person and not just a stack of books someone left, sorryyyyy." She gave Mellow a wide, apologetic smile, and his mouth went dry. She was cute, with fluffy hair, bright blue eyes with slit pupils, and expressive cat's ears that gestured as she spoke. And she was smiling at him.

He wasn't sure how to react. "I. Um. Yeah. I. I guess I guh. Give that imp. Im. Impression. That impression sometimes."

She tilted her head. "That you're made of books?"

He blinked. Sure. Why not? He started to get to his feet, brushing himself off as he rose. "Th. Tha. Thank you, muh-miss. I'll take those from yuh-you."

She smiled again, a bright light in the otherwise dim library. "Mia, not Miss, okay?" She passed the books back over to him. "You're one of the boys from Monsville? I haven't met anyone from that dorm yet. I hope they're all nice as you are...?" She paused at the end of the sentence, the rising inflection asking him to fill the missing information.

He took the books carefully, so as not to accidentally touch her hands. "I'm, um. Muh-Mellow."

"Well, it's been nice running into you, Mellow." She tucked her own books under her arm, and gave a polite nod of her head. "I hope the next time we bump into each other, we don't drop everything." And with a giggle and a twitch of her long tail, she bounded off again for her destination, leaving behind just a slightly dazed Mellow and a slight waft of floral perfume.

"Yeah," Mellow sighed, and hefted the books in front of him. Hopefully, Leroy wouldn't ask what had delayed him.

.•*•.,.•*•.,.•*•.

"I'm not cute." Punch scoffed unconvincingly, pushing his curls back from his forehead. "I'm a lot of things, but I wouldn't say cute."

"Not from where I'm sitting," Carol replied. She winked at him over the top of her glasses. "I know what I'm seeing, and what I see over there is a very cute boy." She made a little satisfied noise in the back of her throat, and watched as his blush made his freckles fade. "Why would you say otherwise?"

Punch opened and closed his mouth, and shifted his gaze to one side. "I dunno. I guess..." He puffed out his reddened cheeks. "I guess it's 'cause I'm big? I'm tall and strong, and ch—" He cut himself off. "No. Joker says I shouldn't say chunky. She called me 'thick', but I don't know if that's any better."

Carol laughed. "Your sister wants you to feel better about yourself. And so do I." She reached out, letting her hand cup his jawline. "Those things don't keep you from being cute. It's in your personality; the way you light up when you're excited, or how you look when you're focused on your work. Your silly moments and your happy moments and the softness in your eyes when you look at me." She smiled at him. "It's all cute."

Punch exhaled, leaning into her hand. "I guess you'd know, huh."

"Oh, why do you say that?"

He grinned at her. "Because you're cute."

#sometimes it's hard to remember how an actual stutter sounds but I try #i stammer a bit when tired or stressed so I'm trying to replicate those patterns #twisted wonderland oc #mia sealponte #punch carder #friend's ocs #mellow mildew #carol ann

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lex-munro · 2 years

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[Suicide Squad Scrap] Princess pt. 14

self-indulgent batjokes-flavored SS/BvS/JL, snippet #14.

references to past Constantine/King Shark (lol).

the piece as a whole is rated Mature for pervasive language, varying degrees of violence, use of controlled substances, sexual references, questionable ethics, and themes of mental illness. set from Flag’s POV, with references to Birds of Prey, but not compliant with The Suicide Squad.

***

Savant keeps his eyes on Joker for the whole flight.

For his part, Joker has been drawing on himself with an eyeliner marker. Flag recognizes some magic runes in the scribbles.

“Constantine teach you that?” Flag asks.

Joker smirks. “Ah, John… It’s not what you’re thinking, you know.”

“Isn’t it?”

“I’ve known my darling all my life, remember? I only met John eight years ago, buying a lot of booze at my club. Just broke up with his boyfriend. Got the whole sad story, plus a parade of other sad exes the more wasted he got. I was intrigued—have you seen King Shark?”

Flag grimaces. “Yup.”

“You know he eats people whole, right? Just…om-nom-nom, like the fuckin’ Cookie Monster.”

“Yup.”

“So yeah, I was fucking fascinated. What kinda guy sees that and thinks, ‘I wanna get wrecked by that dick’? Or is it ‘dicks’? Sharks have two, right?”

“Oh my God, Jay…”

Joker shrugs. “Apparently the guy’s as dumb as a really heavy brick but weirdly sweet. Anyway, John couldn’t pay his tab after that sob-fest, so I was gonna get me an ear, or maybe some teeth, and he tells me he knows magic. Ha-fucking-ha, magic, sure. He makes fire by snapping his fingers. Yeah, whatever, I can do that too, with the right chemicals. He draws on the table with fire, and out pops an imp. Y’know, teeny little demon from hell?”

“What the fuck?” says Savant.

“Right? Sitting there on a table in my club! And then the little fucker steals my drink. ‘See?’ says John. ‘I can pay in spells!’ So I say to him, ‘You can walk outta here in one piece right this second if you can give me a way to write just one message in the clouds that lasts for thirty minutes.’”

“What’d you write to the Bat?” Flag asks (while Savant says, “Bullshit!”).

A shrug rolls its way across Joker’s shoulders. “‘Our special place, 8pm,’ and then I signed it with a J in a heart. May or may not have encouraged John to run up more tabs for more little tricks. Nothing major—don’t need demon invasions or portals to hell cramping my style. But it made it pretty easy to set up dates.”

“Waller was pretty adamant I take you along. Thoughts?”

Joker puts the eyeliner away. “Maybe she just wants Daddy to visit again?”

“Why would she want that? She can’t stand him.”

“Well, then maybe I’m just Satan’s special girl.”

The pilot gets on comms to tell Flag they’re almost there.

~“And, uh…I dunno if you’re one for scenery, but this place takes the taco.”~

Frowning, Flag gets up and looks through the front porthole into the cabin. “Oh, you gotta be kiddin’ me.”

It’s a volcanic island. If this Shin guy has a shark tank in his lab, or a white cat, or an absurdly-named henchman, Flag will resign on the spot.

~“Man, shoulda listened when my pops said to go civilian. Nobody said shit about James Bond villains when I took this transfer.”~

“I hear ya, man.”

They land and get escorted inside by a little robot that reminds Flag of a shrunk-down Gonk Droid (according to Junie, the unsung heroes of the Star Wars universe). In an obvious lab area, a guy in a labcoat is poking around at some kind of flying (or swimming?) drone under a magnifier. Twenty feet off, their target is carefully performing a set of physical therapy exercises.

The labcoat looks at them and scurries over. “Oh!” he says. “The—the ones from Ms. Walder—”

“Waller,” Flag corrects him.

“Waller? Waller. Right. From ARGUS. Um. Sh-she didn’t say much about the nature of—”

“We’re here to see Mr. Kane.”

Kane settles into a chair and towels the sweat off his brow and neck. “What for?”

“Job offer,” says Flag. He’s distantly aware of Joker poking around in his usual catlike fashion. “ARGUS is interested in being able to combat potential oceanic threats to the United States. You have experience, knowledge, and technology that we find extremely desireable to that end.”

“Well, for a contractor like me, governments do pay best, when they finally pay. I hear ARGUS is a pretty ruthless outfit—no-holds-barred, get-shit-done, hide-the-dirty-laundry kind of thing.”

“Typically, yes. High risk, high reward.” Something clatters behind him, and he turns to see Joker on the table, crouching to watch Shin work. “And we keep tabs on folks with meta-human abilities, like that unhinged surfer guy calling himself the King of Atlantis.”

That gets Kane’s attention. “Curry?”

“We have a vested interest in being able to knock him cold—or potentially dead—should he become a threat. Sounds like your wheelhouse.”

“Ooh, they use magic!” Joker announces.

Kane gets up. “Hey, don’t touch that!”

Joker grins. “I’m shaking in my boots,” he says as he defiantly pokes the drone with one finger.

“I am an inch away from—”

“From getting a bullet in your knee, if you don’t mind your manners,” Joker says cheerfully. “I recognize some of these runes. Water is the biggie. So these guys from Atlantis use magic that at least a few landlubbers could understand and replicate. Good news for ARGUS.”

“Man, who the hell are you?”

Joker jumps off the table and takes a little bow. “The Joker.”

Flag watches the immediate change in Kane’s tone with deep amusement.

“The Bat’s little boytoy,” Kane says warily. “I hear you know everyone and everything that goes through Gotham or Blüdhaven.”

“You hear right. And who the hell are *you*?”

“Name’s David Kane. I’m not looking to make any enemies, here.”

“Great news! Mmmmizz Waller is looking to make *friends* with you. Between you ‘n me, she needs all the friends she can get, ‘cause she’s kind of a dick.”

Flag holds out the tablet with the contract Waller greenlit. “You’d be monetarily compensated for any missions you choose to complete with us, as well as for any technology we examine. You get all your gear back intact after thorough examination. Interested?”

Kane gestures to the scientist. “Dr. Shin understands it a little more thoroughly than I do, at this point. He’s had time to dismantle and repair while I recuperate.”

“And the offer extends to him, as well.”

“Do iiiiiit,” Joker urges. “It’s so much fun. Travel the world, steal shit, shoot people, get called a hero. Non-stop laugh-riot.”

After a tense moment, Kane takes the tablet and starts reading. He nods, he signs, he hands it back.

“Doctor?” Flag asks, offering the tablet.

Shin looks from the Atlantean tech to Joker to Kane. “Well,” he says, setting his tools aside. “I really couldn’t commit to anything—I’m sponsored now, you see, and in order to keep this amazing facility, I have certain obligations to fulfill. I mean, I—I didn’t sign a non-compete or anything, but…well, I wouldn’t want to risk making my sponsor angry when it was so hard to get any serious attention on my work in the first place.”

Flag nods. “Fair enough. Mr. Kane, we’ll be in touch. Let’s go, gentlemen.”

~*~*~

This time, Flag tries to show up early.

It doesn’t make a damn bit of difference; they’ve already drugged Joker when he arrives.

Slouched on his cot, looking half-dead, half-hungover. Glassy-eyed with sweat making his hair stick to his temples.

The Bat’s gloves creak audibly when he walks past Flag.

The gates open and close with stark, echoing sounds. A startled heron flaps awkwardly overhead.

“You can’t keep coming,” Joker says listlessly. “Who’ll save Gotham?”

“Who’ll save you if I don’t come?” Batman counters.

“I’m making you weaker. I’m not supposed to make you weaker.”

“Don’t say that, Jay.”

“You shouldn’t be coming here. It’s my fault. Take me back to Arkham instead.”

“I thought you were having fun. They let you be bad. There’s Killer Croc, and Deadshot, and Flag…”

“They’re not you. I miss you. And you look worse every time you come. And it’s my fault.”

Batman gestures sharply. “Stop saying that.”

Joker smacks his fists against his cot and screams his frustration at the floor. Then he starts to cry. And then he starts to laugh. He says something too quiet for Flag to hear.

“I know,” Batman says softly.

Another muted whisper, longer this time.

“That’s why I can’t just leave you here. But I can’t get you out, either. Not yet. There’s something wrong at Arkham that makes what Waller’s doing to you look like a damn picnic. It won’t be safe for you there. I have to leave you here, where Flag and the others can help watch your back, but it’s not forever. I’m not—I’m not abandoning you, Jay.”

“Promise you’ll be careful. You’re not getting any younger.”

“That hurts my feelings.”

“Promise!”

“I promise. I’ll even ask for help.”

They lean together, and it’s not really a hug, but it feels twice as intimate. It’s the kind of thing two people get used to when there’s glass or chain-link between them.

NO PHYSICAL CONTACT WHILE CONSCIOUS

Flag feels like an intruder.

When Batman leaves the cage, he stops right beside Flag. “You need to find a way to keep an eye on him when you’re not here. I can’t get here fast enough to make a difference when he needs help.”

Flag nods. “Look, uh…I’m sorry I didn’t trust you at first. It just kept flashing through my mind—every headline, every video clip where you beat the shit outta somebody, and all the times it was him.”

“He gives as good as he gets. I’ve got six major scars caused by him, and three of his tattoos commemorate devastating attacks on my family.”

“I just didn’t think you’d…” Flag trails off. “His file talks a lot about narcissistic delusive fits, and obsessive tendencies, and a certain overriding fixation. I guess I just thought he was imagining that you care. But you do. So.”

Batman gives him a long, weary look.

Oh.

“Oh, shit,” Flag says aloud, but stops himself from saying anything else.

It’s not just heroic compassion or whatever; it’s love, and it’s mutual.

Batman just nods. “Oh, shit,” he agrees. “I know you know what it’s like.”

He thinks of Enchantress and Junie, stuck with each other in the same body, one of them dangerous and borderline-evil, the other sweet as peach tea. He thinks of Joker crouched with the little girl chained up next to the bomb, covered in blood but showing a soft half-smile of reassurance. “I do know what it’s like.”

“There’s a new director at Arkham. Hugo Strange. He’s decided to call himself a ‘warden,’ like it’s a damn prison. Within the first week, the number of lobotomized patients went from two to twenty-seven with no consent forms signed, no next-of-kin to notify. Vulnerable people shuffled away into the fog. When I think of them doing that to him, snuffing out all that fire and parading a dead-eyed vegetable as some kind of success story…”

Shit. Seeing the guy on downers must be like a nightmare come true.

“That’s not gonna happen,” Flag says firmly. “I’d bust him out myself before I let a member of my team suffer something like that. When I say I’m gonna keep a real eye on him now, I mean it. He’s not some lab rat, and whatever Waller’s doing is fucking him up.”

“Thanks. The League…they’re not very sympathetic. I’m used to working alone, but this is too much, and it makes a nice change, getting help from an unexpected corner.”

“Unexpected, huh?”

“I didn’t exactly believe you gave a damn about him, either.”

“That’s fair. We are called ‘the Suicide Squad.’”

Batman takes a long breath. “You have his phone from his confiscated effects?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m gonna send you the footage Waller sent me last night.”

.End.

#fanfic #scraps #Suicide Squad #CANON DIVERGENCE #universe alteration #fic series: princess

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kittsyspaw · 4 months

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⌇Hajun (Joker) x F!Reader x Wooin (1)

Push me down, hold me down. Spit in my mouth while you turn me on I wanna take your light inside. Dim me down, snuff me out. Hands on my neck while you push it out and I'm screaming out „Give me tough love” ୨୧

╰┈➤ One of the Girls- The Weeknd

WARNINGS !! : Best friends to possible lovers, love triangle, mature themes, cringey jokes and fights, Wooin possible yandere behavior, angst kinda, Y/n rejection phobia (AGAIN, IM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ) and this isn't edited.

Your ears were deafening the screams and cheers of the people surrounding the chained ring, uninterested, you sat on a couch that was placed a bit far, some feet away from the huge bar that also collected some buyers.

They were betting again.

The screen of your phone reflected in your eyes – you were playing your game peacefully, ignoring whoever was getting punched or who was punching.

The person next to you, your childhood best friend, who was also the one who convinced you to join the 'Sabbath crew' had his legs wide open, scaring any boy who wanted to make a small talk with you with those snake-like eyes of his, sucking on a lemon flavored lollipop.

"I know exactly you're not playing Roblox right now, are you?"

"...no, I'm not."

Wooin raised an eyebrow at you, scooting closer to look at the screen, scoffing when you quickly backed away, hiding your phone from exposure.

"You're playing Royale high!?"

"So what?! You wanna play with me or what? The only reason why I'm here is to wait for Joker."

The boy with piercings crossed rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you towards his body.

You tsked when hearing the loud announcers voice boom in your ears, a ringing beating in your ears after a victory tune played off.

„Flawless knockout!! What else did we expect from The JOKER”

"Can he like hurry up??"

"He can't, he's a turtle."

"He's faster than you??"

"No??"

"Yes??"

Putting a leg over the other, you leaned your head back, regretting that decision immediately when the lights of the ceiling blinded you.

"I'm here."

"Thank god! I was losing braincells with this dude."

Wooin flinched at your sudden outburst, oh, Joker was already here, he was grinning, until he realized what you just said.

"Wow! What an amazing friend you are, Y/n."

A vein popped on his forehead as you turned around to look at your best friend, almost cracking your neck up at him.

He had baby blue colored hair, a scar running down from his bottom lip to his jaw and a tattoo under his eye, right, you loved getting lost in them for hours.

"Don't come here again, its too dangerous for you."

Joker took your chin between his thumb and index finger when you looked away, you were used to it, but it still made your heart skip a beat, panicking.

"But I wanted to see you."

"Don't I always visit you after?"

"..."

Wooins existence was completely ignored and he hated that, pinching your waist to make you turn your attention back on him–only to be met with a harsh slap on his shoulder.

It wasn't very effective but it made him laugh.

"Whatever, let's go before I pinch your ass next Y/n."

You were rethinking all of your decisions back then of befriending this motherfucker, seriously, he's so weird. The atmosphere didn't lighten one bit, oh yeah, Joker was still behind you guys, with his expressionless face.

"Are you finished Joker?"

"Maybe not him but I'm about to–"

A death stare made him smirk like crazy, Wooin loved that face of yours, it made him excited.

Why couldn't there be a black hole that just swallows Wooin forever and shuts him up? You are 100% sure that the world would come to its peace if he, for once held his mouth.

You liked Wooin more when he's on mute. Jk

"I'm done. come here Y/n"

"Yessir!"

Wrapping your arm around a more muscular one, Wooins face of jealousy was quickly replaced when you grabbed him by the hand so he tagged along.

୨୧

Joker was munching on his red apple, the juice of the fruit exploding in his oral cavity with each bite he took, his eyes were draped on your figure, gossiping with Wooin in the front seat.

"Damn...she had prove too?"

"I know right?"

He swallowed– startled when you turned your head to look at him, at the fruit in his hand specifically, gasping. "Share some!"

"This was my last."

"Give me a bite."

He held up his tattooed arm, the apple in his hand and you wrapped your smaller hand around his wrist, taking a huge bite out of the red fruit.

Flabbergasted, Jokers lips but no words came out so he finished his snack off.

"Y/n. He allowed a bite. A bite. Half of the apple is gone. Please elaborate."

"Iwm hhgungry."

Wooin sighed, starting the engine of the car so he could go buy something for the three of you. "What do you guys want?"

"I love you so much I could literally smooch you right now. Get me a double Cheese burger and a large milkshake."

"Burgers."

Wow, its the personality switch for Wooin. Whatever, you were allowed to do that. "I expect my kiss." He left the car, getting inside the place.

"Joker."

"Hm?"

The male waited for you to turn around and lock eye contact with him. "You know what im thinking?" he stopped himself from smiling.

"Yeah."

"You drive."

He shook his head and you gave him a big, sad frown. "Let's wait for him to get us the food first, then we can leave without him."

Your face beamed, the boy still held no expression, maybe its the small things that you didnt notice... The way his eyes softened.

His large hand was placed ontop of your head, automatically matching the smirk on your own face. Partners in crime.

"He's back."

You looked in the direction Joker was gesturing to with his a simple glance of his eyes, it was none other than the black haired Wooin, holding plastics bags with one hand and a cup with the other.

"My Milkshake!"

You took it from him as he handed the bags over to the other person in the backseat. You sipped on your drink, moving your legs up and down happily.

"Let me try."

Was this Jokers revenge? You handed him the Milkshake receiving the food you told Wooin to bring you.

"Say aah."

The driver complied and you fed him some fries and Jokers eyes lit up. "Me too, I want fries."

୨୧

You all went to your apartment when tho you had no plan if letting them in, you allowed it just for today. "Touch anything and I'll kill you."

This was meant specifically for Wooin who had a habit of snooping and sniffing around your stuff like a damn dog.

The place wasn't too small or too big, it was perfect. You were met with a corridor that led to your living room where a punch bag sat from the ceiling.

It was for Joker but he set it up in your house because he wanted to teach you how to defend youself.

Joker made his was to the fridge, putting in the rest overs of the food and taking out three red-bulls, giving one to Wooin and the other for you.

"Here."

"Thanks babe"

You blew him a kiss, walking inside your room to change, not noticing the way his eyes lingered on you for too long until you shut the door of your room.

Wooin soon exited the bathroom just as you left your room. "So are you two sleeping over?" One agreed in he speed of light, cutting the other one off.

Guess who was who. "Then go fetch your clothes from my wardrobe, Wooin I'm warning you. Joker, baby, can you help me?"

This wasn't the first time they slept over, they've been doing it since years so you had collected some of their clothes on that journey.

"Oh and, Joker don't forget to text your brothers that you'll be staying here."

He nodded and stood up at your request, entering your room so he could get the mattresses for him and Wooin who was getting their clothes.

"Why didn't you ask me for help?"

"Wooin. You have the build of a 5 year old, you're barely 5'10ft tall."

"Because that length went somewhere else."

You clapped your hands one time. "Alright! Thats enough bullshit for today, see you–" a pillow thrown at your face cut you off.

"Oh now you're getting it you midget."

The pillow was thrown right back at Wooin who caught it while sitting. And it went on like that between you two until you had enough, storming towards him to smash it against his head.

Joker sat on his phone, texting his younger brother–Shutting the device to be met with a scene of Wooin laying on top of you, his head on your chest.

But wooins slender arms wrapped around your torso, tackling you to the ground. "Get off me! You're heavy!!!" You whined, hitting his back with small fists.

"But I thought I was small?"

He was acting so arrogant!! Your legs were kicking up and down beside his body were squashed you to the floor.

A loud scream made the dull Joker purse his lips, you bit Wooin, his hand to be exact and it made him sit up so you took it as a chance to crawl away but fingers wrapped around your ankle.

"No!!! Joker help me!"

A evil giggle left your lips when a strong force almost made your attacker fly, it was just a cushion that hit his face.

You hurried to Jokers embrace from your childhood friend, sitting on top of his lap so his arms naturally wrapped around your body.

Wooins gaze burned blank before he returned his signature feature, his smirk which was awfully forced. "Let's watch a movie!"

The pool of jealousy that he swallowed down started to take action inside him when you didnt move, only turning around, still with Joker, big arms locking locked together beneath your chest.

His fists clenched but he kept his cool, why wouldn't you realize that it bothered him to way you flirted with Joker? Maybe it was taking him time to realize it himself?

Wooin was trying his best with you but you only saw him as a player, it wasn't like this when you two were kids, you loved him back then, attached to him at the hip while peppering him with kisses.

Everything he went through, you stood by side. His fragile heart that was protected by a cage that he build up only beat for you.

"–Wooin?"

No matter how many women tried, he only saw you.

"Wooin!!"

He looked up at you, now realizing that you were standing in front of him. "You wanted to watch a movie, right? Get changed I'll go get some snacks!"

Joker had already changed, when did he even get the chance?

୨୧

School was calling your name, two days had passed since your two friends slept over, the day after that you three hung out at random parks and you just let them doing their own things.

You hated that deal that they were upon, about the race and everything, they were giving out some drops that could increase your ability when racing.

They were just dogs for that white haired weirdo who made them test them on people, you didnt say anything and stood far away when they did.

Sanghoe, he tried to lure threaten you into also giving out these dopes but you didnt listen to single word he said, slamming the door in his face that night.

There was once a time where you spoke to Wooin about it but he wasn't even trying to listen!! So you just cut it out, knowing that his stubborn ass wouldn't take your advice.

Just the thought made you angry, you hated it when someone took a blind eye to something that could be and IS dangerous.

You pat Jays back, he has been stressing ever since Shellys friend from England came to visit her or whatever was going on.

His name was Owen. Most of the girls were swept of their feet when they saw him, you couldn't say he wasn't handsome, because he was.

But he just...wasn't your type.

Shelly stomped in the classroom, running over to your arms. "Y/n please keep me from exploding like a Volcano!!" You smiled weakly, your eyes landing on her friend who entered after her.

Oh. Owen had a big thing for Shelly but she didn't like him, being together with Jay and all but for some reason he never understood that.

You also hated people like him. Was there something fogging their brains or what?

To best honest, you thought they were siblings or twins at first...

୨୧

You had duty to clean up today so you texted Joker that you were gonna go home by yourself but he insisted to pick you up after even though you told him not to.

It was so hot so you untied your tie, opening the first few buttons of your white shirt that was beneath the blazer of the school, the tattoo above your heart peeking out a bit.

You, Wooin and Joker had the same tattoo done at the same day.

Exhausted, you opened the windows so air could refresh the disgusting classroom, cleaning the desks one by one before moving to the board that was whitened up with the chalk.

"Hey"

Your heart almost flew out of its place, you turned to the direction of the sound and there he stood, the Blondie who was head over heels for Shelly.

"What? "

Embarrassed at your accent while speaking English, you continued to wipe the gigantic board, not paying attention to him.

"You're close to Shelly, right? "

"Yeah, why? "

The male looked sorrowful, sitting on one of the desks as he watched your form as you jumped a few times to reach the highest part of the board.

"Just wondering..."

"Wait, can you wipe the top part? "

A figure towered over you, the eraser being taken from your hands as Owen helped you, taking the job because he reached the last part.

"...what does Shelly see in Jay? I'm much more handsome than him! "

He backed away and you seeked for a joking look in his face, but he wasn't. "Your attitude, its good to be confident, but fix it."

Owen looked at you like you just murdered someone. "What's wrong with my attitude?! Its perfect! I'm perfect! "

"Right, then how about you grow some balls and ask her yourself? Can't you see that she's dating him! Obviously she doesn't want you."

You scolded, placed your hands on your hips, glaring up at the male whos gaze was now on your opened shirt, noticing the tattoo.

"Bye."

Was the last thing you said before disappearing, leaving Owen behind. His hand brushed back his air, anger showing on his features.

୨୧

Joker leaned against the wall, waiting for you to get out of the school. The moment you did, he fixed his posture, taking a few steps towards you.

His eyes slid down to your exposed skin, his eyebrows knitting. Joker tugged on the red fabric, pulling you closer so he could work his way to close your shirt, with you wailing.

"No, its too hot..."

A glare was send your way and you put your warm hand over his cold one, showing him that you weren't freezing at all.

"Its cold. Now get on."

Jabbing his thumb in direction of his motorcycle, you took the helmet, wearing it then got on behind Joker, holding onto him.

It was like a needle that landed on your skin, an icy one, followed by many after it and soon it was pouring. The rain didnt stop as the sky got darker, the only source of light being other cars, the motorcycle, some lamps and signs that were discarded for people to reach a shop.

You rested your head on Jokers back, fluttering your lashes shut as you enjoyed the nice breeze, the constant droplets ringing into the music of cars beeping and tires screeching against the road.

You guys came to a stop and you were convincing Joker to come in with you because he could catch the flu by the way both of you were drenched in water.

He gave up eventually, allowing you to drag him inside and listing to your instructions as you told him to take off his clothes at the do step, not wanting to wet the carpet. You took off your uniform, wearing your leggings beneath.

Joker looked away, stealing some glances only to focuses on the floor again as you guided him to your room, leaving the boy at your bed with clothes as you changed in the bathroom, coming back with towels.

"Let me dry your hair."

As the cloth absorbed the rain water from his fluffy hair, the doorbell rang for you to go and open it. "Wooin? get inside, you'll get sick!"

You took the boy in, his hair was sticking against his forehead as hard breathes left his lungs, checking you out under those fogged glasses of his.

Wooins shirt stuck to his body, leaving an imprint of his abs visible for the eye, his gaze was hazy and you shivered at the contact of grasp on your face.

"Get me something to wear, will you?"

You nodded, Joker exiting your room to see a wet Wooin, freeing his body from the now tight shirt as he replaced his friends place in your room.

Wooins muscles flexed as he dried up his own hair, his glasses long discarded on the table next to your bed. "Y/n you're a life saver."

"What did I do?"

"Live close by, that's what. I was about to become a block of ice!!"

Your lips curled up in a smile that had Wooin linger his eyes on, wondering how his heart hasn't just cut through his flesh and seated itself on your palm already.

You were about to walk away but a strong grip kept your place, your childhood friend made you close the gap between your bodies, hugging you as if you would vanish like a ghost the next second.

Fuck...the way you ran your sweet hands through his damp hair made Wooin clench his jaw, why couldn't you be like you were back then?

It hurt him. It was ripping apart the strings that his most important organ was attached on.

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you kept stroking his head, two strong arms slithering around your neck made you gasp.

Jokers body heat collided on your back as he hugged you, face buried in your shoulder, blue hairs tickling your face.

You were sandwiched between the two, heart pumping like crazy, there was Wooin who's skin was like snow when touching with yours and Jokers whos was the polar opposite, scorching like a erupted volcano.

Wooin was trapped in a white bubble, a train of thoughts kept him intact of reality. You stopped getting close with him after he started going and 'sleeping' around with girls.

But oh he could swear he never kissed any of them, he was seeing you whenever he went out with someone. They were simply a cheap placement of you to play out his imaginations on, to feel the love that you weren't allowing him to take from you.

He could die, he wanted you to touch him. He was desperate to feel you, but you acted so oblivious to it, it made Wooin angry.

However, Joker kept his feelings to himself, locking them inside his chest, using the concrete wall he built, denying any of the admiration he had for you.

Maybe he was overdoing it, but you saved him, Joker felt free when he was with you. And he prayed that that would last forever.

He tried keeping his cool but you never failed to make butterflies flutter in his chest, your smile made him drown, choking every time you flashed him one.

It was hard for Joker too, trying his best not to just cage you against the wall and decorate you with kisses and marks to prove others that you were his and his only.

You were perfect for him, worrying and reminding him about his brothers, sometimes going over to his to cook for them and help around, even when he didn't ask that from you.

Joker wanted you for himself.

But that wouldn't work. No, he wasn't stupid, he noticed the way Wooin treated you in comparison to all the other girls and boys (even Joker himself got a different treatment) he toyed around with.

The way Wooins cunning personality just withered away, the way he showed his true colors when he was with you.

Joker knew that him and Wooin only felt safe in your arms.

And yours only.

Nobody else could make these two turn into putty in mere seconds other than you.

You want something? The next day it was in front if your door. Someone bothering you? They were dealt with personally. Feeling sad? Two warm hugs + cuddles, snacks and movies on their way.

It wasn't just you who got this treatment, but you returned every action they gave you. Your door was always the only one who was open for them.

Joker and Wooin could always tell you anything without feeling suffocated or regretting it.

You just understood them, and they understood you.

You were like the middle puzzle piece that held them together. The three of you were always matching, no matter what.

Now...It was scary, none of you able to speak about your true intentions.

These two were idiots if they believed that you didnt like them. You didn't what to hurt anyone. There was a decision to be made.

But you didnt want to decide, can't you have them both?

You loved Wooin, not because he's your childhood friend but because of how he treats you like you were worth more than a gem.

He was so gentle with you and you physically and mentally felt it. And Joker of the way he is, caring, always thinking of you.

Joker wasn't the richest and you know that, you didn't even give a fuck about those things but the fact that he tried made you melt.

He looks like he could murder (and would) but he was one of the sweetest people you knew, he didnt show it but his actions did.

There wasn't a time where you were left out when with these two. Joker and Wooin always made sure there was a space between the two for you, whether in a cinema, restaurant or a simple walk.

The familiar taste of metal made you swallow hard, blood seeped out of the rip of flesh while you bit down on your lips, licking it away with your tongue but it kept appearing to the surface.

The hug was broken apart by the boy sitting on the bed, the one behind you following after. You didnt know why you felt so empty, like a shell with no insides. The sad feeling made it hard to breathe.

You plopped down on your bed, hiding your face in the pillow, you were scared, you didn't want to ruin the relationship you had with them.

Scared of rejection.

They probably didn't like you, seeing you as a friend only. You hated this need of dragging yourself down to a standard, keep your delusions to yourself.

You felt a small shatter in your weak heart, did they love you or not? Because you think you're an idiot for liking them both.

But how could you not? Affection from others didn't work either...it was only like this with Wooin and Joker.

Closing your eyes, you felt the bed dip, an arm around your shoulder and a body laying next to yours.

Another person laid next to you on the other side, you could hear their heartbeats from here...it made you relax, stimulating your overworked brain into deep slumber.

"She's asleep."

"Hm."

"Joker?"

The boxer made a humming noise, he never took his eyes off you, your back moved along with the movement of your lungs, exhaling...inhaling sluggishly.

"I think I love her."

Well, he wasn't expecting a confession right here, right now. "She's my childhood friend. I don't care if a billion people also do,"

wooin sat up, looking Joker dead in the eye, the usual, scary glint that swirled in his eyes making the baby-blue haired male zip his lips, "Im gonna make her mine. I hate sharing but... If that's– never mind, forget it."

Now Joker was left perplexed as Wooin reconsidered his words then went to sleep, maybe this was a sign for Joker to allow his body to rest...eyeing you until his brain also shut off.

He was getting intoxicated with the smell of flowery shampoo that come from you, overtaking his senses and Joker was waiting for you to appear in his dreams tonight again.

Grrr should I continue this? I want to make a smut part but like...idk

Anyway, I hope you liked this and sorry for any mistakes!!

#joker x reader #manhwa #windbreaker #joker windbreaker #x reader #wooin windbreaker #wooin x reader #jay jo x reader #jay jo #ignore the rest of the tags #tags for reach #jjk #anime and manga #boxing #smut #long post #divider by cafekitsune

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sillyfudgemonkeys · 4 months

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Ok there hasn't been much aside from a magazine shot and some kinda confirmation, what are your thoughts on the protagonist of metaphor, 1 having their own backstory, and 2, apparently not being a fully silent protagonist? I ask bc I know some similar points come up with the p5 protagonist and eheheh I can guess how ya feel about that

Well I mean.......I'm fine with P2, P3, and Catherine, and those all fulfill either one or both criteria. TT0TT

P2 has a firm backstory for chars, and they speak/technically speak at some point.

P3 they have a firm backstory that plays into the main plot later (P3/4MCs have the more varied personality tho).

And Vincent.....alksfjdkjff Vincent is self explanatory, but one of the best examples of a voiced MC who's personality can greatly differ from the sliding law/chaos scale as make certain choices.

Hell, Serph from DDS1, I thought he could totally be voiced during those dialogue choice scenes. Was kinda let down they didn't even though I found the opportunity to be right there!

So like I don't mind a silent MC, I don't mind a silent MC with a backstory, I don't mind a silent MC with a vague/small backstory, I don't mind a voice MC, I don't mind a voiced MC with a backstory, I don't mind a voiced MC with a vauge/small backstory.

As long as they handle it well I'm good.

(now for the P5 rant uwu, oh you know it was coming)

My issue with P5 is......contradictions. I'm really suppose to believe that the boy who saved a woman he didn't know, would try to creep on (at best) a sex worker/maid? (at worst the undertones of possible sexual assault esp with two other guys hiding in the same room really......makes my skin crawl, I know that's not their intention, but god could you imagine being Sadayo for a minute???? it's already bad enough it's her STUDENT! And now she has to figure out if it's intentional or not, but if she knew about the two hiding???? I'd freak).

I'm supposed to believe he is cool with creeping on his female friends (it's not about being horny, it's the fact they don't keep it to themselves it really isn't that hard)? He'd stand bye and allow Ryu to creep on them and make pervy plans that involved the girls? That'd he'd say he's "so jealous" when he sees a fake Anne on Kamo's arm?

It just doesn't add up. It's either "we put it in there for shits and giggles but yeah it doesn't make sense for his char," OR worse yet.....they do coexist and Joker is actually a piece of shit with a fucked moral compass. (which the latter COULD BE interesting, but it's never explored so :'D can't really argue it being a good writing choice).

Like shit, let's ignore his established character moment and backstory and focus on Anne/Ryuji. What bothered me was......these two are his ride or die. They had his back and he had their back. Ryu tried to protect him with his life after just meeting him. Anne put her trust in him, and pushed him to become Joker. Like if Ryu is the reason formed the group PT. Anne's the reason Joker pursued being a PT in the first place (she gave him the push he needed).

....yet the game gives you a biiiit too many opportunities to shit on them???? Sometimes it's not even optional! Like the dialogue choices are all somehow negative towards them at times and it's like???? Why???? I can maybe get Yusuke, but then he joins! But nooooo no 100% negative option for Makoto, even tho she drives off one of your leads! (tbh I think that's the starting point the game even calms down on Anne/Ryuji choices too). But really??? Why am I fine leaving Ryu alone with two harassers??? Why do I treat them like this? If there are two chars that the MC should go to bat for regardless, it should be Anne/Ryuji.

Just....why? Why? Can't I have a choice where I 100% agree with them? I don't care if they are in the wrong, I don't care if they thing 2+2=7. Let me talk them up!

It's like the opposite of the Junpei/P3MCs issue. I can't buy a friendship between Junepei and P3MC because I don't see them develop as friends in the main story (and I don't get even a side story/SL with him). I have a hard time stomaching parts of Junpei/FeMC friendship (but reverse), because even I can easily see them as friends, he still acts all pissy! And you'd think that'd damage their relationship.

Now replace Junpei with P5MC, and P3MCs with Anne/Ryuji/*insert other char* and I have the same issue. It's not about "I don't want people kissing MCs asses all the time" it's not about kissing ass, it's about making sure they feel like they are actually friends when the game tells me they are. TT0TT

Between that and.....P5MC.....feeling like they WANTED to write a more concrete MC BUT felt compelled to make him silent.....I think hurts his writing more.

One benefit for the P3/4MCs is the diversity in personalities it created with the different choices (of course you can easily make contradictions, but those contradictions are PLAYER BASED rather than STORY/GAME BASED like P5). Esp between the good endings vs the bad endings.

I can buy P3MCs choosing ignorance and killing Ryoji, because of the meaning of SLs, ignoring them, or doing them and being absolutely HORRIBLE and reversing/breaking them (male side). FeMC it's more ignoring them and her just smiling hollowly.

P4MC I can see giving into the bad ending or even the accomplice ending for the most part. Esp if they choose to ignore SLs, be an ass/loner when possible, and be as unhelpful in the investigation as possible as well. Considering he still hangs out with his friends outside SLs, him still being horrified by what he's done and not 100% evil in the accomplice ending still makes sense. (needs some tweaking but still makes sense)

But P5MC? Giving into Yaldy? I dunno. I can kinda see it, he does insult his friends at times (reason why? who knows! is he jaded because of his arrest? Maybe? But his friends are also outcasts too??? At least with P3/4MCs it can be played off as loners right out the gate who get wrapped up in shenanigans. P5MC? he's deliberately giving motivation by his first friends and his strong sense of justice so????? doesn't that contradict????). The only thing that seems to foreshadow this ending decently is him saying some greedy and outta pocket/"sinful" things.....at times. Like I've said before, it's contradictory. Wishy washy!

At least with P3/4MCs, the fun times they experience could be explained by they are faking it (either emulating emotions for P3MCs and are still hollow inside/fear death, or hiding their true intentions for P4MC aka for the accomplice ending). Hell! P4 even puts the idea in the players head by Shadow Yosuke that Yosuke is only looking into this case cause it's "fun" and "to play hero" and maybe P4MC is doing just that (in P4G at least). Otherwise the "fail" ending for P4MC doesn't really have any personality contradictions, you just fail to see the truth and/or convince the others.

P5/P5MC relies on a moral choice of the MC (chosen by the player). But the MC himself has a lot of set personality traits and said choice contradicts the majority/prominent/establishing traits (compared to the minor ones that align with that choice but contradict the establishing traits). It just feels....weird.....

Like it's not allowed to breathe. Joker isn't open-ended enough like P3/4MCs to rationalize the bad ending. But he's also not concrete enough to stay consistent and just stick with set ending.

If P5MC was written more like the approach they took to Vincent, that might've helped it.

Cause Vincent (looking at just Catherine Classic for this btw, but I think it also applies to FB just a few more hoops) can be Loyal/Neutral/Cheater without too much contradictions.

He's already shaky on his stance, and is unsure of himself (maybe a bit flighty and changes his opinion on things)

He is thrusted into a situation he had no control over (he does start off as loyal leaning so it's most likely a situation he wouldn't have ever found himself in if he wasn't targeted)

That incident causes him to change via reevaluating his outlook on life. From his choices in dialogue, to the questions in the confession. Those small choices affect his psyche and causes him to constantly change

With each change to his psyche, we see a new rationalization pop into his head.

Every ending rationalizes each thing, even the ones that contradict (aka the bad endings).

Yes it's the players choice, but 99% of the options feel within reason. And not just within reason, they are rationalized.

Basically what I'm saying is P5 needs to rationalize it. Either by making P5MC MORE openended like P3/4MCs....or make him more into a fixed character like Vincent but give different rationalizations as you make choices.

Back to Refan, as long as it handles itself well and isn't wishy washy or contradictory, I'm fine with however they wanna handle the MC. Silent or not. TT0TT

#silly asks #silly answers #sorry if the vincent part is a bit messy i'm tired and was trying to type fast

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hotdogwaterlibra · 5 months

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My hand pulls the door open to quiet darkness. Just like that I feel safe in this blanket of cold solitude. Or so I thought.

“Hey! Occupied.” He says.

He’s dark, wearing a full black cowl and cape to match. He’s also clutching his knees to his chest in a white chrome bathtub, because for reasons I cannot explain, it just exists there. And for other reasons I cannot explain, I stood mouth agape with my slicked-back green hair, painted-on Cheshire Cat smile, and purple outfit. We were Batman and Joker.

“Can a balcony be occupied?" I ask. "You can't exactly declare that at a party. It's kind of for everyone, I think." I beckon back inside.

“Actually, I kinda can. I live here.”

Oh. “Oh. Okay, well uh- you should probably specify that.. maybe put up a sign or something to uh.. let me know..”

It’s radio silence.

“You okay there, Batman?” My arms cross. He looks up and I see an empty face.

“Why do you care?” He says.

“Because.”

“Because?”

“Yeah because. I think that ‘because’ is really underrated. Sometimes there’s no reason for-”

“I seriously don’t care about your crazy philosophy about the word ‘because.’ Just get out. Put up a sign or something.”

“Sorry, I was just trying to help.”

“Seriously, I don't need your help. Just leave me alone.”

An inappropriate smile creeps up on my mouth. “I can’t take you seriously with all that makeup around your eyes. Like everything you’re saying instantly becomes a little more ironic when you look like that… Vengeance.”

He gets up from the tub and approaches me. I was totally kidding about getting dying earlier but his bloodshot eyes suggested otherwise. No joke, I am going to die tonight. “Get out.”

I thank my lucky stars because he only shuffles me to the door. Completely nonviolent. I understand and I’ll take it, but I won’t back down. He’s probably been one of the most interesting things that’s happened tonight.

“No, no! I’m sorry, I just meant that it’s looking more Robert Smith than Robert Pattinson—I-I think you look great!”

The door slides shut. I press the side of my fist against the glass as I watch him drag himself back in that tub. Weirdly, I'm hurt.

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ayamisc · 14 years

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SUMMER 2010 J-dorama watchlist!

After that uneventful Spring 2010 j-dorama season (where only ONE series "passed" my criteria….)

I'm so HAPPY to know there are a lot of shows worth watching this season! :)

I've only been following 3 so far, and am about to watch the 4th one to see if it is "worth it" HAHAHA :P

Those 3 (and the reasons why I've decided to watch them) are:

Hotaru no Hikari 2

I've seen the first season of this romantic comedy. And comparing the korean to the japanese romcoms… I think this is the one that can be classified as closest to being Korean. This series is HILARIOUS. Starring Fujiki Naohito and Ayase Haruka… well. I just LOVE their chemistry on screen. Also, both are talented actors.. specially Fujiki Naohito (who I've seen play MANY roles..yet.. this one is DEFINITELY the MOST hilarious one!)

Aside from the continuation of the 1st series, the reason I've decided to watch this is because the "other" guy will be played by none other than Mukai Osamu… and he's portraying the role that REALLY suits him (kinda same role as the one in Atashinchi no Danshi and Bambino! ..though of course I don't mind him playing the bad/serious guy.. but still, this kind of role suits him BETTER).

I think I like season 2 better than season 1.. at least based on the first few episodes anyway. :) I'm not a fan of romcoms (that are not the shoujo manga type) much but.. I suppose this is an exception.

Moyashimon

THOSE MICROBES ARE SO CUTE! Hahaha.. I just fell in love with them that I even decided to watch the anime version (after YEARS of anime fandom hiatus). I'm also planning to read the manga chapters when I find time..

Anyhow, aside from the microbes… the series is just ridiculous. I hate to say it, but that's how I see it. It is.. OUTRAGEOUS… kinda in the same "feel" to it as Yukan Club, Mei-chan no Shitsuji, and Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge.

I'm not a fan of random storylines so maybe that's why I don't like this one as much. But the microbes are really oh so cute. >.>

HAMMER SESSION! You know how sometimes you get exposed to artists and you don't end up liking them right away? ..But in the end.. you DO (after months and years) ..kinda like saying "That artist grew up on me"

WELL. This happened. AGAIN. (The first occurence was.. my ichiban.. who I kinda ignored in Gokusen 3.. but anyway. back to the topic)

For the second time, it has happened. With Hayami Mokomichi. DUE TO THIS SERIES! LOL.

-Hammer Session is like……. Gokusen, Dragon Zakura, and Kurosagi COMBINED.

DO YOU KNOW HOW AWESOME THAT IS!!!!!! LOL.

-aside from Mokomichi Hayami (who I also kinda ignored in Gokusen 2 [I swear, Gokusen.. the starting point of all ikemen leading men]). Shida Mirai also stars in this series.

She's definitely grown. In a positive way. I'd like to see her become kinda like Toda Erika. XD

Higa Manami is also a part of this, and having seen her in Code Blue, Code Blue 2, and Majo Saiban.. I'm confident she'll bring a different flavor into the mix that is HAMMER SESSION. :D :D :D

As for the others I have YET to check out, here are a few info on them (also I'll only include the artists I've encountered before):

Unubore Deka - detective story, comedy starring Nagase Tomoya of TOKIO, Ikuta Toma, Kaname Jun, and Nakashima Mika

Tetsu no Hone - moral dilemma story starring Koike Teppei (aaaw.. he's starting to go for mature roles..)

JOKER Yurusarezaru Sosakan - hero by day, fugitive by night kind of story (Anne and Nishikido Ryo are co-starring too)

Natsu no Koi wa Nijiiro ni Kagayaku - romance.. Matsujun stars (well, Matsujun and romance.. not his fan but.. Matsujun and romance? All too good to pass up)

Gakeppuchi no Eri - self-determination story starring Yamada Yu (probably won't watch this, but we'll see)

Already 3 episodes a week, and 5 other tentative follows.

I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO gonna enjoy this season!!!! YEAH!! :]

PS. This blog was originally posted on LiveJournal.

#asiandramaland #j dorama #jdrama #j-dorama #japanese drama #drama rant #livejournal #hotaru no hikari #ayase haruka #fujiki naohito #osamu mukai

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knowlessman · 10 months

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idk, bnha ig. s3e22-25

oh yeah, this intro. still wondering who that with the teeth and the goggles is.

…huh. bakugo and tallboi didn't get in. -- tallboi still doing that headplant thing, huh. 'XD captain-ginyu-ass weirdo

mineta: says literally anything me: skip. -- how did we use to watch things on the television, without being able to pause or fast-forward or anything? how did we live like that?

"I'll see you at the thing, but I honestly still don't really like you, so apologies in advance!" …I think I like it when people/characters have the capacity to admit they don't really like each other without actually being each other's problem. There's a bit in Bottle Shock (which I'm not really sure why I've seen, tbph) where one guy goes "Why don't I like you?" and gets a frank, guileless answer. IIRC, the two just kinda… still manage to not like each other but also don't antagonize each other.

BUH 0_0 vampire girl WAS there

hm. All for One looks kinda like Asura from Soul Eater when he's gettin his skin figured out. -- "I hate this prison. I turned myself into an SCP and I'm being treated like it, and I hate it." -- "Then let me predict what's going to happen by rattling off a list of stuff that literally happened just before I was incarcerated" -- well, that accomplished fuckall. unless all might just wanted confirmation that there was infighting among the villains, but I'm pretty sure they already knew that.

sure, tell god explosion murder all your secrets why don't you. you almost did before. -- "kacchan, how far are we going?" deku why do you talk to people. why do you talk to this guy, specifically. -- clarification: people need to be able to admit they don't like each other and live with it and not make it their defining character trait. -- 'XD bakugo literally has a modernized version of Sid's t-shirt from toy story. hell, it probably would've been the Punisher logo if they thought they'd get away with it -- deku, never learn to play poker. anything with bluffing in it, for that matter. -- bakugo doesn't even have the self-awareness to know that he won't like the outcome no matter who wins.

"why here?" "because if we fight anywhere else, people will try to stop me from k--ing you." for pity's sake, expel this guy already. clap him back in that Lecter getup again and stop letting people talk to him who aren't trained to help monsters unlearn their monstery ways.

dang this intro got some good vocals in it. some danged good tunes.

pauses to try to read eraser head's screen d'oh. it's gonna be in Japanese anyway knowless, you idiot

"he had to retire because of me" bakugo possesses an entire inch of character depth? :O bakugo possesses a single thought in that mono-red, oops-all-burn-spells brain of his that almost approaches guilt about how he's affected somebody else? -- "don't make me think!" mono. red. oops. all. burn. spells.

"why deku?" "he gives half a shit about other people. that's it. that's the entire secret." -- "I pronounce you the Worst Most Toxic Most Abusive Ship that Anyone Has Ever Shipped." Maybe second-worst if you put Harley and Joker in front, god only knows how bad that one's gone in one canon or another. -- This is… mostly… a well-written show. I dunno about Bakugo tho, I dunno where the mangaka's head is at tbph. We have All Might being smart enough to worry about being too Might Guy, but then we also have this. -- "that's not what I wanted to hear" you don't want to hear anything, you want to be angry and hurt people. -- "I'm not keeping this secret for you, I'm keeping it because it'll be a hassle for me otherwise." the toxic masculinity this fucking biohazard of a human being puts out could power a mid-sized country. -- "to surpass deku, I'll make everything my own like he does" you'll start reading and taking notes?

"I was the cause. it's because bakugo needs serious therapy from an amazing psychologist and for some reason my stupid ass is practically the only authority figure in his life who's ever attempted to talk to him." well, him and best jeanist, who seemed to do fuckall besides give him a goofy makeover.

I guess, from the inner dialogue, that's Twice? thought it was Bakuswole

Class B has literally the Geico caveman and that goomba kid. dangit I wanna know more about them. also that dark souls helmet person.

yooo, it's gamzee again, hell yeah! shinso!

is making everyone stand at assembly while the principal says literally fuckall a thing over here, too? I didn't go to high school.

"you got caught breaking the rules, so as punishment you're basically guaranteed to fail your classes"? wtf -- "what are you???" oh come on deku that's at best like the third weirdest quirk you've seen

Tintin! That's who this noclip fucker looks like! -- "I remember him from the sports festival. he made a strange impression." oh for fuck's sake. another nudist?

hm. goblin boy can't do public speaking. big relate.

this is cool and all but his ability could still have allowed him to keep his clothes on, pseudoscientific plausibility be damned, and that would've been fine. even the point of this spiel wouldn't have been affected.

ayup. next on the list, I believe, is the Do-or-Die bonus episodes, then s4

#knowless watches bnha

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godheadjones · 2 years

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OKAY SO

my thoughts on moonshot cause i review everything cole sprouse stars in besides riverdale because my posts review riverdale for me

spoilers under the cut

first my love for this movie. it was cheesy yes. so cheesy. but oh my god i died laughing at like all the jokes and we know i would never if my parents were watching with me (my family was out at jurrasic world so i had my own movie night) LESBIAN COUPLE funny jokes (super funny jokes) and cole + lana and i was like just mwah mwah at this movie. since i am learning about archetypes in school i applied them to moonshot as well and I'm saying it that walt is the child/innocent, sophie is the orphan and/or the lover?, captain tart(e)ar is the wise old man (love her tho mwah) leon kovi is the ruler (hate him tho ugh and i will explain) and G.A.R.Y is the joker and yes he is a robot and that's kinda all the characters i wanna talk about

WALT

okay so depsite his name, hes just a child. walt is my bestie. hes my blorbo. he's just so hbhbjl i have no words to describe him. i love him so much he's so innocent. his character was so interesting to see because he was so different from his other roles. most of cole's roles (ha ha rhyme) have been educated, smart, quick-witted and idk just like not walt. walt was the opposite. where will was an entp, i think walt is and enfp or and esfp. most of his other characters have been very logical but walt was not. walt just did stuff. he sent 37 applications to the mars program without thought. after like 3 he should have thought "huh. maybe they don't want me" no he's determined. i loved that about him as soon as i saw him. his determination. he wouldn't give up. he was funny. he cared, when he cares about someone, he cared so much (ginny and sophie) like yeah he just met ginny but he also talked on the phone a lot with her and she interacted and a month passed so i get it he wanted to see her like he felt like she was perfect for him and i would have liked to see that relationship grow a little bit if this movie was longer but then it would have been filler

SOPHIE

sophie i was hesitant about first meeting her like she came in kinda late to the plot imo but it also fit when she came in kinda and like they go to the same college and never saw each other again? no that critique that later anyway sophie. i grew to love her. i didn't like her right away as i did walt but i also wasn't like i hate her character right away. then we see her again in (you guessed it) walts work and they talk all night. sophie is confusing. she hates him then she talks all night? i feel like she doesn't know who she is at the beginning but at the end she has some idea of herself apart from boys and relationships. i also think her box was built around calvin and not what she actually wanted but she already had. at the end, shes more independent and i like that and shes judgemental but in a good way and she takes too much on herself. as soon as walt was found she could have reported him and had nothing to do but she hid him and took it on herself to take care of him. shes too hard on herself. that's my last point on her but like she needs to loosen up in life and with herself

LEON KOVI

least fav character. i hate him. he can die in a ditch. i mean his character had the potential to be the mentor for walt sure but i hated how he was written. after walt meets him he immediately manipulates him to be a campaign for the program that i don't know the name of lol. like he's all "yeah we knew you were sneaking around that was so funny lol anyway i posted it all over social and your famous so i cant really send you down to earth cause its bad pr so sign here and you can live here for free and help me ith campaign and leave everyone you love behind!" he preyed on the fact that walt LITRALLY just got dumped after everything he did for her and he's been obsessed with leon forever and everyone he loves (sophie) is on mars so he takes the deal. the idea for leon to be this mentor to walt was good. if he was a healthy mentor for walt. he also manipulated him to stay so like. he can die

dont really wanna talk about anyone else those are the main people i had thoughts on and also!! calvin was kinda a good boyfriend??? he set all that up for sophie just to have her leave cause she opened the gift from walt and had a talk with jan like i feel bad for him he did love sophie but he didn't put her first and that as kinda the theme so like i get why the had to break up

maybe ill post negative thoughts about the movie generally and not character but that's another day and i have a project to work on lmao

#moonshot #moonshot review

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Hawkmoth was a bitch, and Marinette meant that with every fiber of her soul. Fu was also a bitch, and Marinette actually had good memories of the guy. Not many, but she had some. The fact that the guy got two ten-year-olds to become super heroes and fight a supervillain for him kinda soured those memories, though. But with Chat Noir not allowed to leave his house? Yeah, even as young as they were it only took about a year to find out who HawkMoth was and another year to take him down.

Except, that left Marinette alone. The final battle took her mom away, and Chat had to move out of Paris after his dad was arrested. Luckily Jagged allowed her and her papa to move into his house in Gotham, and everything was…

Well, it was okay. For about a month.

Then her dad was gone too, and she had no way to talk to Jagged, and the police were scaring her—

Yeah, that was the basic order of events that led to where she was now. Pushing fourteen years old, ex-superhero, protector of a magical box of gods, stealing the tires off of a very nice motorcycle.

Marinette was tempted to just take the whole thing, she loved bikes and knew she could drive it. But the thing had more security than she knew what to do with, and the fact that it belonged to Red Hood… she didn’t want to deal with trackers today, thanks. So the tires it was.

Should she maybe care more about the fact that she was stealing from a vigilante with a violent streak? Maybe. Did she? Hell no. For all she knew, maybe Red Hood was a bitch too. (Yes, she was still learning English slang. She was fluent by educational standards, but learning how to curse in a foreign language was fun and she still had a little bit to go. Her few street friends were very happy to help).

A shadow dropped down in front of her, and Marinette’s hero instincts kicked in. The tire iron she was using cut through the air, slamming right into the side of Red Hood’s knee.

—*—*—*—*—*

“Hood,” Batman’s voice grumbled over the comms, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone else who was on the comms. It wasn’t as gruff as he usually sounded, in fact it almost sounded like… he was trying not to laugh?

“Did you get gassed by Joker?” Dick asked before Jason got a chance to respond. “Need backup?”

“No,” Batman responded, sounding a little more composed. “Not a rogue. But Hood, I need you to join me at my location as soon as possible.”

Finally getting the chance to talk, Jason responded a little warily; “Sure, B. Wait,” he blinked at the location that was sent to him. “Isn’t that where my bike is parked?”

Batman didn’t respond at first, only the sound of labored breathing— again, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Just get here, Hood.”

Sighing, but not too mad since the night had been fairly quiet so far, Jason decided to humor the old man and head over. When he could see the cape-clad back of Batman, he easily leapt over the last roof and sauntered over.

“Okay, B,” he had his thumbs tucked in his pockets as he drawled. “What’s the issue?”

Batman was grinning. As in, actually showing amusement. And he just pointed down, straight at Hood’s bike.

Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet, turning to look. At first he didn’t see anything amiss, until he saw movement and looked harder. Oh. Oh, holy shit.

“Is that a kid?”

“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.

“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.

“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”

“And you just watched her so you could rub it in,” Jason groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. Of course he would. Nobody knew it (except the other heroes who knew him) but Batman was a petty little jerk when he wanted to be. He bought the whole Daily Planet just to spite Clark, for crying out loud.

“Don’t adopt her,” Batman said as he stood up, patting Red Hood’s shoulder. “It looks like she’s almost done.”

“Shit,” Jason hissed, looking down to see that she was, actually, very close to being done. She had already had one tire completely free by the time he had arrived, and now she was only seconds away from getting the other one completely free.

He took a quick assessment— she was tiny, and really thin. Definitely a street kid, he thought, though he didn’t recognize her. He knew most of the street kids that stole to get by, nowadays, which meant she must have been fairly new. But even though she seemed to know what she was doing, her small frame made her take longer unscrewing the tires than it normally would have taken. Sure that she wasn’t a threat by any stretch of the imagination, he jumped down. His plan had been to startle her a little by showing up out of nowhere, but he didn’t want to scare her too badly. Just make her jump a little.

But he had underestimated her, it seemed. Without wasting a second, she jumped up and swung her tire iron at his knee. He cursed, she was a lot faster than her had been expecting. He was able to move so that the weapon only clipped the side of his knee, his knee pad thankfully taking the worst of it. She still hit hard enough to make him stumble and hiss in pain though, which was an accomplishment.

That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.

“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”

That made Red Hood laugh, already recovered and right behind her. He plopped a gloved hand on her head.

“I know, it’s creepy right?” He joked. “What’cha doin’ stealing my tires, kid? I kinda need them to drive anywhere,” he was careful to keep his voice light and devoid of any anger. He wasn’t really upset, all told. It would be hypocritical of him if he was.

She looked between the two vigilantes for a moment, clear intelligence behind those bright blue eyes as she seemed to consider something. Suddenly she pulled away from Red Hood and stepped away from his reach, straightening up and trying to look tall.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said as firmly as she could. “My father was Tom Dupain, he was killed in a mugging three months ago. We were living in a house that our family friend leant to us after my mother’s death six months ago, and we moved here from Paris. I haven’t been able to contact him, and the police… I don’t trust them,” she admitted, clearly seeing this as the chance she had been waiting for. “I have been living on the streets since my father died. I am sorry for trying to steal your tires, Monsieur Red Hood. But it was a risk I had to take.”

“Did you expect us to catch you?” He asked, crossing his arms as he re-evaluated the girl. She was a lot stronger than he had assumed earlier, both physically and mentally. She seesawed her hand to indicate ‘kinda’.

“Even if you didn’t, I could make good money off your tires,” she justified with a shrug. “To me, I would win either way.”

“Who is your family friend? Can he help you now, take you in?” Batman asked, moving forward and kneeling down to be closer to Marinette’s height. Neither he nor Jason had missed the part where she was an orphan, but they had expected that considering what they had caught her doing. And they both knew that she wasn’t likely to take any apologies they tried to offer very well. It was best not to show pity, or she might get angry.

Marinette frowned. “... Our family friend is Jagged Stone. He lets me call him Uncle Jagged,” she told them, clearly expecting the disbelieving grunts they gave. “I mean it! You can call him, he might even be looking for me! I—“

“We know,” Hood assured her, now kneeling down as well. Man, she was short. “Calm down, we know you’re telling the truth. Jagged has made several public announcements about his missing honorary niece, we just didn’t recognize your name right away. And Jagged doesn’t have access to very many pictures of you, those he does have the Mayor isn’t allowing him to show because that spineless jackass—“

“Language, Hood.”

“—Cares more about keeping bad press off the air than finding a kid, even if it’s a world famous rockstar who’s asking. That’s probably why you haven’t heard anything, the mayor’s keeping it off the radio and not many reporters are brave enough to take the story and get on his bad side.”

“Oh…” Marinette took a deep breath, fighting the tears that were threatening to rise up. “He has been looking…” she sniffled, curling in on herself a little. “Can you take me to him?”

“I think we can do that,” Batman agreed, standing up. “I’ll contact him. Red Hood, can you handle everything here until I give you a place to meet up with Jagged Stone?”

Jason nodded. “No problem, B. Come on, little rabid pixie. Step one of gettin’ you back to your uncle is to help me fix my bike back up.”

Marinette sighed, shoulders dropping. “All my hard work, undone…” she playfully complained. But in the end she didn’t argue or fight against it, she just sat down and helped him reattach his tires.

All the while, Jason’s family kept teasing him over the comms. Clearly they were also thoroughly amused by the cosmic display of karma.

“...Monsieur Hood,” Marinette asked once they were done repairing the motorcycle and he had given her his too-big extra helmet. He tilted his head a bit to show he was listening. She squirmed. “Can… can we stop by my hideout? I have something really important I have to get.”

Jason smiles gently under his mask. She might not have been a street kid for very long, but she really did bring back some memories for him. He got on his bike and held a hand out to her.

“Sure thing kid. Wanna grab something to eat after? Can’t have a reunion on an empty stomach.”

She gave him a lopsided smile— not quite overjoyed, but definitely hopeful and thankful. Maybe this was the end of her streak of bad luck, she could only hope.

“Only if you don’t mind, Monsieur Hood,” she agreed before taking his hand and letting him help her onto the bike.

“No skin off my back, pixie,” he assured her. Then they were off. He followed her directions until they got to an abandoned building about three miles away, not in a good part of town at all but at least not in crime alley. Marinette easily led him through the building, skirting around other piles of ratty blankets and up broken stairs until they got to the badly-maintained top floor. She led him over to an almost invisible door in the concrete wall that pulled out to reveal what was probably a broom closet once upon a time. It was crowded with what looked like junk and empty boxes, along with a few blankets and two or three changes of clothes that were clearly her’s. A few belongings scattered around— a book, a small pink purse, and… Marinette came out of the pile of mess holding what had clearly been a very carefully hidden box. She also grabbed the purse and slung it over her shoulder, but didn’t seem worried about anything else.

Jason frowned at the box. It wasn’t that big, but it was clearly made of old wood. There were intricate carvings that were painted pink, in a symbol that was itching at the back of his mind. He recognized that symbol, but from where?

“Ready to go, kid?” He asked as he thought about it, getting a nod from Marinette. Twenty minutes later they were at a Batburger, sitting in a shaded booth that couldn’t be seen from the street.

She never let the box out of her sight. She kept it on the seat next to her, and Jason noticed that she tried to keep one hand on it at all times. But when she spoke, now her French accent stood out to him even more than before. But why—?

And then it clicked. Paris. Hawkmoth. Ladybug, Chat Noir, magic artifacts called Miraculous. Wonder Woman had raised a fuss when the heroes disappeared, declaring that something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on what. Then the magic users they trusted were called in, and returned from Paris with the grim news that the former Guardian of those artifacts had activated a failsafe and passed the guardianship on to someone else while erasing his own memories at the same time. But nobody knew who he could have passed it on to, so Batman had been given the green light to do all the research he and his team could into the Miraculous box to try and help track it down.

And here it was. The carvings were in pink now, which might have been the “cosmetic change” that Constantine had mentioned might happen when the box changed guardians. He had found the box full of super powerful magical artifacts… in the hands of a newly orphaned street kid who couldn’t have been older than fourteen at best.

What the hell?

“...” Red hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an old receipt and a sharpie. He scrawled on the back of the receipt and handed to Marinette. The girl was halfway into a bite of her burger when he did, and blinked at him owlishly before swallowing and cautiously reaching out to grab it. She frowned at the numbers scrawled there.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“My contact info,” he explained. “I won’t ask questions about why you have that box,” he watched her instantly stiffen but continued as casually as he could; “but it doesn’t matter. You can call me if you ever need help with anything, kid. Help with that box, help if you get in trouble in Gotham again, or even if you’re having a bad day. You can call me for whatever, got it? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, if you can’t talk to anyone else in your life you can always call or text me and I’ll do whatever I can. Got it?”

“...” Marinette sniffled for a second and looked down at the table in silence for a second. “... what if I want your motorcycle?” she joked, but the watery tone of her voice gave her away.

Jason laughed, patting her head. “I need my bike, but we can talk about getting you your own once you are old enough to get a license. You almost done? Bats says that Jagged is ready to meet you, I can take you to him right now.”

“Yeah, lets go!” she was newly energized and shoved the last bite of burger into her mouth greedily. “And Red Hood?” She asked as they headed out to where he had parked.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Thanks.”

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