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evilminji · 6 months

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A Moral Dilemma! Question!

Let's say there is a trucker. An average man. Kind enough, did okay in school, loves his wife and misses her like you wouldn't believe every time he has to go. Misses his little girl even more. HATES he's missing the early years of her life. First day to school, getting her up and brushing her hair into pigtails, making pancakes like his Pa used to make. The works.

But the economy is shit. Him and his wife have to work. Make ends meet. They're DESPERATE to get out of Gotham. Move somewhere boring. Safe.

But... well, places like that cost money. Kids cost money. And he did OKAY in school. Not a lot of jobs out there for "Okay" guys from Gotham.

His cousin finds him a route though. A solid job. Really pulled through when push came to shove and things were looking bad. Like he might have to take up that offer to Goon. Now he's a trucker.

And his route? Well the half way point is Amity Park. He stops to stay the night every time. Never really STAYS, has heard they got themselves a Cape and such, but? It is what it is. He's from Gotham. He minds his business. Parks on the outskirts of town to avoid getting hit.

Doesn't realize, he's getting SOAKED in Ectoplasm every time he's in town.

And this trucker? Not the healthiest man. He wishes he could be. But life on the road is not exactly conducive to fresh fruit and leafy greens. He eats more grease and sugar then his doctor would EVER recommend. In fact, has specifically warned him not too.

But some days you just need a warm meal. You miss your kid, your wife, your bed. And you know it'll be days before you can see any of them. But at least there is pancakes.

You can pretend you're eating with your family. Or at least, let the coffee be warm enough for the two of you. God, but the poor man is tired.

And as he gets close to Gotham?

Breaking News!

The Joker. AGAIN. The trucker cringes, horror filling him. What poor soul has that mad man hurt NOW? When will it end? Him and his wife are so close to getting the hell out. Thinking Kansas. His wife has been joking about pie baking competit-

No.

Oh God No.

There, on the screen, tears streaming down her beautiful face? Is the love of his life. His best friend. His EVERYTHING. And in her arms, trying so, so hard to be quiet. To muffle her terror born sobs... is his little girl. One pigtail torn from its srunchie, blood on her tiny face.

The trucker knows how this story ends.

Batman will try. He ALWAYS tries. And sometimes... sometimes that's enough. But he knows the odds here. His family are in front. Stars of this sick show. The trucker can't breathe. His heart is pounding, too hard for a man of his health.

He's not young. Should be on blood pressure meds he simply cant afford. Is panicked by a terror few should ever suffer. And? What runs in his family, strikes true. It feels so far away, the pain in his chest. He... No, he can't.

He can't.

His family.

He can't die. Leave them. They're in danger! They can't die like this. So close to freedom. Happiness. They... the..y.. ca..n..t...

THEY WON'T. HE REFUSES.

~~~

So! Here in comes the QUESTION! As you sit, watching this terrified child call for her father, ripped from her begging mothers arms, you see a green opaque man full body tackle the Joker.

You watch his eyes visible glow and change color, fight a visible STRUGGLE, like jeckle and Hyde, for control of his body. Between the monster known as Joker and what seems to be? The little girl's newly Meta father.

The Father wins.

You watch the Bat arrive with the police. Thank the man and say he can release Joker into custody. See the EXACT moment the Meta realizes something. Turns to look at his daughter, then his wife. Looks back at the commissioner.

Says "No".

Is he right to do this? To Possess the Joker, as a life sentence, to insure the safety of others? He is perfectly will to sit that life in a jail cell. Knows he will never be allowed to roam free again. But! The Joker is contained.

Is this Right? Or merely emotionally satisfying?

Discuss :3

@hypewinter @hdgnj @the-witchhunter @ailithnight @nerdpoe

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #to be honest #walker comes to collect the Joker and slaps a prisoner in him in exchange for a reduced sentence #trucker ghost and his wife move to Kansas #sometimes family is you #your mom #and your dad who is a ghost #but oh sweet jesus the screaming ethics debate here at the precinct #jason you are a crime lord #batman stop trying to save the Joker #please

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incorrectbatfam · 1 year

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Could you please do some headcanons about Batmans cooking disasters over the years?

Age 5: Bruce puts tinfoil in the microwave. Alfred shakes his head and laughs

Age 6: He decorates a cookie so badly another kid cries until they throw up

Age 7: He tries to make a PB&J and the countertop is sticky for a week

Age 8: He tries to make Martha's chicken noodle soup but ends up crying on the kitchen floor surrounded by half-chopped vegetables

Age 9: He tries to impress a houseguest by recreating Thomas's mixology tricks (sans alcohol). There's still a stain on the ceiling to this day

Age 10: He makes green eggs. It's not on purpose. He's never even read the book

Age 11: He makes lava in the school cafeteria

Age 12: He tries to make cheese bread by drilling holes into a baguette and filling it with melted nacho cheese

Age 13: He melts a cutting board in the oven

Age 14: He folds a Pop Tart

Age 15: The chocolate-covered bananas he makes for the school bake sale come out looking very very wrong

Age 16: He's asked to drop a home economics class after mistaking refried beans for pumpkin puree in a pie

Age 17: He boils eggs in the carton

Age 18: He makes his entire freshman dorm evacuate after burning his ramen to ash

Age 19: He sculpts a severed hand out of meatloaf and is sent to the university psychologist

Age 20: He tries to bake a cake but doesn't have a cake pan, so he pours the batter right in the oven

Age 21: He tries Thomas's mixology tricks again, this time with alcohol. One of the tricks is flipping it over his head. He ends up losing part of his vision for 3 days

Age 22: He burns water. Harley Quinn is there. She still holds it over his head

Age 23: He packs his first patrol snack as Batman. It's a chocolate bar wrapped in a tortilla. The chocolate melts onto his gloves and he drops the tortilla down a sewer grate

Age 24: He makes an ice cream cookie sandwich to eat while he and Batgirl work on a case, but he's so engrossed in the work that he doesn't notice it melt until Babs points it out

Age 25: He enters the first annual Justice League cook-off and immediately gets banned from ever entering again

Age 26: He tries to comfort little Dickie Grayson by making fried cornbread from a book of Roma comfort recipes. It turns out about as well as you'd expect when you give Bruce Wayne hot oil. Bruce is genuinely bummed out, but Dick says it's the thought that counts

Age 27: Clark delivers a huge hunk of beef from the farm. Instead of waiting for Alfred to come back, Bruce and Dick try to break it down with a power saw

Age 28: Bruce and Dick's latkes are burned so badly they can play floor hockey with them

Age 29: He makes stuffed mushrooms. Badly. Like imagine the worst way you can fuck up a mushroom. It still won't compare to what Bruce did. And it's for a potluck with the West-Allens that Barry won't let him live down

Age 30: Bruce sees Dick struggling to make ravioli and he's like "Let me show you how it's done" before proceeding to make it infinitely worse

Age 31: Bruce sees a hungry Jason Todd and the first thing he does when they return to the manor is make a double-decker bread sandwich. That's bread with two more slices of bread in between

Age 32: Bruce packs Dick and Jason's lunchboxes when Alfred is out of town. They're supposed to include a salad. Instead, Dick gets a whole head of lettuce and Jason's is just a bottle of ranch

Age 33: He makes hot chocolate after patrol... but forgets the chocolate

Age 34: The Manor is too cold, so Bruce tries to warm it up by making Jason's favorite soup. His hands shake the whole time. Suddenly, he's eight years old again, sitting on the kitchen floor surrounded by scraps reminding him of his failure

Age 35: Jack and Janet Drake are out of the country again, leaving young Timmy by himself. Bruce decides to bring some dinner over. It's baked perfectly, but it's full of things that shouldn't be anywhere near a casserole dish. They end up ordering takeout and watching old detective movies together

Age 36: Steph walks through how to make waffles. Bruce is standing there, watching closely and taking notes. They still come out looking radioactive

Age 37: Cass asks if they can get smoothies. Bruce says he can make them at home. She gives him a warning look but that's not enough to stop him. Cue Bruce forgetting to put the lid on the blender

Age 38: Jason's first night back at home, Bruce tries to make that soup. It shoots out like a geyser and hits the lights. He's panicking until he hears Jason laugh, and then the soup doesn't matter

Age 39: Damian screws up hummus and he desperately tries to hide it so people won't see him as inadequate at something so basic. Instead of getting upset, Bruce assures him it's okay and offers to fix it. (He doesn't fix it, he just makes it worse)

Age 40: Bruce's birthday happens while he's fake-dead and away from home. He grabs a convenience store cupcake and sticks a single candle on it. Then he closes his eyes, pretends his family is around him, and makes a wish. (The candle droops and sets the hotel sheets on fire)

Age 41: Back at the Manor, he attempts to make lemonade on a particularly hot day. Selina offers to help, but Bruce declines, saying, "How hard can it be?" (Spoiler alert: it's not supposed to be full of seeds)

Age 42: Kate shows him a video of Canadians pouring maple syrup into the snow to make candy, so he gets her to boil the syrup so they can do it together. The problem comes when they can't control the pour and end up with a glob the size of Damian

Age 43: As part of a school project, Bruce and Duke try to deduce the Coca-Cola secret formula. Duke's teacher takes a point off because at the beginning he told her he'd taste the results, but there's no way he's doing that now

Age 44: The family gets together to make a full English breakfast Alfred's birthday. Each person takes a part—Dick has eggs, Jason has the grilled tomatoes, Tim has mushrooms, Duke has the bacon, Steph and Cass are tag-teaming the sausages, Damian just has to open a can of beans, and Bruce needs to put bread in the toaster. It goes South immediately when Damian reaches for his katana instead of the can opener

Age 45: Bruce puts tinfoil in the microwave. Alfred shakes his head and laughs

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bruciemilf · 11 months

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“Have you thought about it?”

“About what?” Bruce asked, casual.

“About us, naked, sweaty and in every room of the mansion, my apartment...”

"It doesn't matter. "

“So you, who ‘thinks about everything’, has never thought about winding up in bed with me?”

Bruce doesn't look at Clark when he answers; He'd do something stupid. Like kiss him with all the tenderness he scraped together, a tenderness he bled for more than Batman ever did.

" It'd be arrogant of me to assume."

"Bruce; You of all people deserve to be arrogant. And you're good at it, if that helps."

He smiles; It's small and timid, not nearly as bright and brilliant as Clark's ethereal glow. But it's open and tender, and when he's around Clark, he doesn't know how to be anything else.

"I would dream about it, thought. in your farm, under that apple tree you used to steal from, --"

" It's not stealing if its in on my land."

" On a picnic blanket. I want to taste the sugar syrup on your lips after you eat pie, and listen to music, and...Let you do what you want. I'm more yours than I am my own."

#bruce wonders where jason got his theatrical confession penchant from and then does this #bruce wayne #dc #dc comics #clark kent #superbat

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elgascreamslikehell · 6 months

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Trick or treat 🎃🍭

I'll take you as a treat, thanks!

And here's your trick:

***

Buck is starting his third coffee when the door opens

'Ready or not … but it's better if you're ready!', - Eddie and Chris are standing in the hallway all dressed up.

'Buck, where's your costume? We're gonna be late!', - Chris is a smiling little batman and Eddie, standing near in the nightwing costume is… what is a more powerful word than 'Hot as hell'?

'Erm… I should also have a costume? But it's you who goes trick or treating?', - Buck smiles

'Actually, you're wrong. Your sister told me you didn't have a proper Halloween when you were a child, so today we're fixing it. Go dress up!', - Eddie gives him a strange look: 'Don't leave me alone in this!'

I will never leave you alone, thinks Buck, finishing his coffee, but, obviously, he's not saying that.

'Okay, okay, but I'm not sure i have a proper costume', - he's pretty sure he has not

'And you're wrong again. I waited for something like that, so here you go'

He tosses Buck a bag. Buck opens it and chuckles: 'Seriously?!'

***

'I didn't know you're a DC fan..', - Buck laughs and fixes his cape.

'I'm not. This little gentleman is. Believe me, there were three options: this, Alfred and Flash. Flash was banned immediately for the obvious reasons, you're too young to be Alfred and actually you're younger than me,so…'

'Like… not really?', - Buck fixes his cape again.

'Anyway, Buck, I'm Batman, you and dad both are my family, so here you are! You're Robin! And dad is Robin. In some way', - apparently there's a story behind it and Buck is curious

'I hate capes', - Eddie's definitely not in a mood to discuss this story. And, to be frank, Buck is fine with it. Eddie would make a great Robin but his current costume makes him irresistible.

Actually, thinks Buck after the third house, it's bad. Eddie is too sexy, people - no matter men or women - hear 'trick or treat' and immediately think that Eddie's a treat. He is, of course. But it makes Buck uncomfortable in a certain way. Eddie, on the other hand, doesn't even notice that. He just smiles and tugs at Buck's coat and ruffles Buck's hair every time someone is clearly hitting on him.

***

'Okay, young man. We're finishing this street and going home. No sweets before dinner… Buck, for fuck sake, it applies to you also!'

Buck scoffs with a wide smile and starts chewing reeses twice faster

'I didn't cook today so i think i just have candies', - he feels happy and it's strange. But everything happy should come to an end. So they're finishing this street and this would be the end for this unexpectedly happy day.

'Don't you go home with us? We have steaks! And a pumpkin pie, Tia Peppa cooked it', - Chris looks surprised and a little offended

'Erm.. if your father is okay…', - Eddie interrupts him: 'To be honest i just forgot for a second you don't actually live with us…',- he smiles but his smile is a little crooked: 'So of course you're going. And do you know what it means? Stop eating chocolates!'

***

'Eddie?', - he waits till the pie is cut, how long should he wait?

'Yes?',- he's still dressed as a nightwing which is ridiculous cause he's acting clearly as Alfred.

'What did you mean you forgot I don't live with you? Am i annoying? Am I bothering you too much? Should I come less often?', - Buck actually doesn't want this questions to be answered but he already asked

Eddie keeps quiet for a second

'Actually… the opposite',- Buck is confused: 'What?'

'I think you should live here. Another piece? I told you, Peppa's pumpkin pie is something'

And Chris just nods, surprisingly for Buck - he isn't surprised at all

***

'Why?'

Chris is sleeping already and Eddie and Buck are sitting on the couch and looking at a pile of candies.

'Why what? Gimme that, I like sour!', - Eddie is still in his costume and Buck starts to think he just stuck inside

'Why did you take me trick or treating? Why did you say I need to live here? Why?'

Eddie scoffs: 'You haven't done it at the time, I just wanted to give you this experience even if it is late. And about living… you spend more time here than at loft so it sounds logical in my head, I'm sorry if it hurts you… no, that's also mine. Sour!'

Buck smiles: 'You're fantastic, you know? I love you'.

It just spilled out and Buck immediately bites his tongue. That's not the way he wanted to end this day.

But Eddie… Eddie just smiles like nothing happened. Okay, no, he smiles like something very good happened.

'I love you too, Evan. I would even kiss you now but I'm not…'

Buck doesn't know what specifically Eddie is not. Cause Buck himself pretty much is.

And Buck kisses him. And again. And again.

And Eddie answers every time. Like a perfect ending for the perfect day.

It was his trick or treating, right?

Eddie is his main treat!

#ryu is playing dead #ryu is talking to people #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie 911 #buck x eddie

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merccurry · 2 years

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Edward Nashton x Reader tingz

A/N: Just a little something (not proofread)

You and Eddie are next-door neighbors

For the first week you were there he was glued to his peephole trying to catch glimpses of you

You were the one to make the first move

You knocked on his door with a plate of empanadas

They were cut into heart and flower shapes because that's the only cutters you had

Edward was enchanted by this friendly gesture

Inhaling the plate the same day you gave it to him, he saved the last one in his freezer so he would have something to remember that day

He constantly comes over and asks to borrow things, even if he doesn't actually need them

Since you like to bake, whenever you make something new you ask Edward to come over to try it

If its a flavor that he doesn't like he still eats it because you made it

It kinda irritates you that he never gives any critics, usually, he'll just say, "It's good."

Sometimes you'll offer to feed it to him because it gets him all flustered

He waits to do laundry until you do yours so he can talk to you at the laundry mat

He found out which detergent you used and bought the same one so he could smell like you

Eddie always gets one of the bigger dryers and offers to share it with you, which you agree to each time since it saves you quarters

One time a pair of your underwear got stuck to one of his shirts and he secretly hopes each time that it happens again

Whenever you ask Edward to water your plants or feed your cat he will do so, but also take the opportunity to go through your stuff

He looks through your fridge, movies, closet

When he gets the courage he finally gets to your bedroom

He decided to lay on your bed and imagine what it would be like to have you there with him

Snooping through your drawers he finds one of your "personal items"

He put it back and quickly left

He stayed held up in his room for a few hours

You found it strange that during that week he could barely look you in the eyes and would only say a few short words to you before excusing himself

After making him his favorite pumpkin pie he was back to his normal self

You invited him over for a movie night

He came dressed in batman pajama pants and a green t-shirt

At some point, during the marathon, you both fell asleep

When you woke up you were entangled in each other's arms

#edward nashton x you #the riddler x reader #paul dano #danonation #edward nashton #paul dano brain rot #fanfic #the batman 2022

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hauntedhousecat · 2 years

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Your turn! What are you and your favorite doing on your day off?

And here's koalas just because <3

WHAAAA?! I didn't get a notification for this one!!!! :(

BUT I SEE IT NOW!!!

Hmmmmm...... For Levi and I, a day off would probably be nothing to write home about. Lol

I can imagine that maybe if we sleep at all the night before a day off we'd probably stay in bed for maybe an hour later than normal before I finally get up feeling guilty about not feeding the cats.

Once we get up for the day we make a nice breakfast in the kitchen with a hot cup of coffee and tea. I don't usually eat a lot of meat but since this is a rare day off I might bust out my vegan sausage patties and real sausage patties (Maple-flavored only for the real ones...:P) Levi actually liked them though the vegan patties took him a bit to warm up to if only because he kept accidentally picking them over the real ones on our breakfast meat plate. I usually get spicy vegan sausages/patties so he'd take a bite and his eyes would water at first because he wasn't expecting the heat. (poor guy. ) After breakfast, we'd get ready for the day and probably do a few things around the house before heading out to probably go to the orchard about forty minutes from our home. (providing it's open) There's a market there that we peruse for any new kinds of goodies we want to try in our recipes/concoctions. They sell delicious pies there too and of course, we have to get a dutch apple pie because we both like it. I tell him for the hundredth time that I'd like to go to the fair in fall that serves everything pumpkin (Pumpkin chili, pumpkin ice cream, pumpkin doughnuts, pumpkin coffee, pumpkin pie, pumpkin cheesecake....etc.) to which he just smirks and tells me 'he knows'...he's even got the date marked on his calendar so we can make a point of going. He doesn't get it, it tastes all like regular food to him....but he takes me anyways to see me get so excited about the food and riled up at the length of the line which stretches through the entire fair ground and beyond by a bit.... He hates the crowd but he goes anyways.... I derailed... BACK to the train of thought.... We go to the orchard and pick out apples and a pie along with a few other tasty treats before heading home to feed our squirrels and wild hares. Once we're inside from the squirrels I think we would work on a puzzle together before I pull out some of my artsy/crafty stuff and work on a few projects...Levi helping with a few of them when I ask for his advice....or when he decides he wants to give a go at whatever it is I'm doing. He's surprised he actually enjoys a few of my artsy/craftsy hobbies. Once we're done with that we will start feeding the cats dinner before working on our own dinner. And since we have dessert already we don't have to look too hard at our dinner menu. Just the movie selections for the night.

It completely depends on what we're in the mood for or who's had a worse day. Like if I had a really really bad day I don't think Levi would even hesitate he'd put on George of the Jungle and if he had a really really bad day I would put on his favorite movie....one of. Mary Poppins usually or saving Mr. Banks depending on the day and if he has two really bad days in a row. If he has three in a row then we might go down a different rabbit hole and veer off into things like Adam West Batman.

If he wants serious then probably The Dark Knight (since I imagine he'd be a Batman fan..... Out of Marvel probably Captain America or Bruce Banner.....In my opinion.) But since this is a good day and both of us have enjoyed ourselves to varying degrees (He'd be lying if he said he had a bad day though he does try to pretend he did for a little bit for a bit of an extra snuggle...) we'd watch something we hadn't watched in awhile. We wind up each picking a movie and watching both of them because he wanted to watch a period drama and I wanted to watch Robin Hood Men In Tights....so we watch both and have a great time! Then it's play with the cats time!

If it's closer to a holiday he might take me to the orchestra if there's one performing nearby (Nearby being a major city a few hours away...) or to a ballet or play if it's one I want to see or he wants to see.

We make plans to go see the farthest reaches of what we can plan (next week) and go over our vacation plans we've been setting money aside for so we can have a great vacation. On which, Hange, Erwin, Moblit, and co have tracked us down so we won't get a moment's peace....but that's a future time.

Once we've discussed that we get ready for bed and adjourn to the room where Levi picks up a book and hands it to me to read for tonight since we take turns on who reads. Tonight is my night so I pick up where he left off the night before after a moment of deliberation and running our fingers over the pages to try figuring out what line he'd read last.

Overall it's a great day! THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN ELIZA!!!!

#House cats fence friends #postwarlevi #character imagines with house cat #levi x house cat #levi x kat/cat #Katvi!#All of our squirrels and rabbits/hares have names #and thank you for the koala's I love koala's!!!!X3

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anonymous149 · 7 months

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Ch 3 Burning Love

Authors note: Cy granted me permission to use their artwork for the cover of my story so ha! A famous person on Tumblr is my new best friend! Anyway here's the next chapter or something.

"And then I said, 'the Aristocrats!" And then everyone laughed at Pop Fizz joked.

Peril turned to her newfound companions with gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you all for showing me around the academy after the chapter break. This place is grander... and quieter than I had imagined. I'm curious, am I the sole dragon here?"

Commander Cullen's golden hair glinted in the light as he spoke, "Actually, no. There's Cynder, a black dragon who's striving to master her darker inclinations." Peril's face shifted to one of concern, a reaction familiar to Cullen, reminiscent of when he mentioned his preference for dating humans or Elf girls. "Did I say something amiss?"

Peril's response carried a note of gravity, "It's just that there's a prevalent trope in media, portraying black dragons as inherently malevolent. It's rather prejudiced. Back in my realm, we had an entire race of black dragons unjustly branded as wicked, and then there was Darkstalker, an actual malevolent black dragon, who was ultimately bested by consuming a strawberry."

"A...strawberry?"

"Yup."

"Was he allergic?"

"Nope, he just became small."

Cullen made a fake cough. "Moving on, we also used to have a teammate named Spyro as well but he went on his own adventure to find where he came from."

"Hopefully he doesn't find his long lost mother but then she gets killed in THE FREAKING EPILOGUE OF THE FIRST BOOK!"

Eruptor whispered to stealth Elf. "Is she going to be ok? Seems like she has a lot of baggage?"

Stealth Elf responded in hushed tones, "Considering Spyro being the last of his kind and Cynder's father being the formidable Malefor, I'd say Peril's struggles are rather mid teir, if we don't factor in her impressive body count."

In the distance, Flashwing simulated coughs, vying for attention. "She's not the only dragon, you know. I've been in this series, though I never had any lines."

Eruptor's response was swift and direct, "Activision couldn't market you, so please, be on your way." With that, Flashwing vanished, leaving the group to continue their conversation

- Scene Change -

The grand chamber was dominated by the presence of Kaos, a figure of dark power and malevolent ambition. His angular features contorted into a sinister grin as he entered, the echoes of his footsteps reverberating off the cold stone walls. Smithers, his loyal assistant, trailed dutifully behind, his eyes cast downward in deference.

Kaos's voice cut through the air like a blade, the tone laced with a wicked glee as he began to speak of his plans. "Well, Glumshanks 2, it seems that in your realm, mortality is but a fleeting inconvenience. Dead one chapter, pop back up the next. While not quite the resiliency of the original, I suppose it will have to suffice. Now, let us discuss how we shall ascend to dominion over the Skylands!"

"Very well, sir. But do remember, you have a dinner engagement with Malefor later this evening. You'll be having tacos."

"Mal-what now?"

"Malefore, he's an evil dragon sir, voiced by Mark Hamil?"

"You mean Luke Skywalker!? Why would I ever join with a jedi?"

"Actually he also voiced the Joker from Batman."

"Even more reason not to join him! You can't trust clowns Glum 2." Kaos began to cry as he remembered a birthday without his mother where he hired a clown as it laughed at him and threw a pie in his face. "They sense weakness and strike with no fear...Cancel all plans with that overgrown lizard, we have more important matters to discuss than eating tacos."

"Right away sir."

"Ever since Spyro went searching for his long lost dragons things have been quiet boring but not anymore for I have found Spyro parents and if I can turn Spyro black and make him evil!"

"That might be racist sir."

"Fair point, if I can turn him dark!"

"Still racist."

A pause hung in the air as Kaos contemplated his words. "If Spyro's hue truly influences his emotions, then it stands to reason that his parents operate under similar principles. I must find a way to reach them and alter their colours, thus forging them into my loyal minions! How does that sound?"

"Very asute sir."

Kaos let out an evil laugh as he continued to lay out his sinister plans, the chamber seemed to darken further, as if the very walls themselves recoiled from the malevolence that hung in the air. The future of the Skylands hung in the balance, poised on the precipice of chaos and conquest.

#video games #cynder #cynder the dragon #legend of spyro #wings of fire #peril wof #peril wings of fire #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 writer #ao3fic #fanfic writing #fanfic

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patrickgleasonart · 7 years

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Batman doesn't eat pie.

#superman #super sons #batman #batman and robin #robin #superboy #jon kent #lois lane #krypto #patrick gleason #apple pie #batman doesn't eat pie

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collectivefandomstuff · 3 years

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At the Watchtower

Kon: So then ma says "well you're not coming back into this house until you've caught every single one of them pigs"-

Tim: [clutching his coffee-mug and listening intently] without powers?

Kon: Of course! So there I am, covered in mud, and all I want is to eat some pie and go to bed-

Tim: [nodding enthusiastically while Kon continues his story]

Clark: [looks on from a distance]

Jon: [a few seats away] Did I tell you we got a new cow on the farm?

Damian: [with interest] what did you name her?

Jon: We haven't decided yet, Kon wants to call her Dorothy, but pa and I-

Damian: [earnestly interested]

Clark: [side eyes Bruce who's sitting next to him going through reports]

Clark: Hey Bruce?

Bruce: [grunts]

Clark: did I tell you we got a new cow at the farm?

Bruce: [hums noncommitally and continues reading]

Clark: [strained] Kon wants to call her Dorothy, but I think we should call her Susie and Jon-

Bruce: [sighs exasperatedly]

Clark:

Clark: [rips the reports away from Bruce with super speed]

Bruce: What the hell?

Clark: You're such a bad friend!

Bruce: what?

Clark: why am I stuck with you when my children's bat friends are so nice?!

Bruce:

Clark: Look at Tim! He's so nice! Why can't you be like that?!

Bruce: You want me to be like Tim?

Clark: Or Damian!

Bruce: [rubbing his temples] You want me to be like Damian?

Clark: I want you to listen when I talk!

Bruce: you were talking about cows

Clark: that doesn't matter!

Bruce: It matters a little

Clark: Cows are interesting!

Bruce: Cows are the opposite of interesting.

Clark: Well, I'M interesting

Bruce:

Clark: Bruce, tell me I'm interesting.

Bruce: [gets up and starts walking away]

Clark: [shouts after him] Bruce! Tell me I'm interesting!

Bruce: [walks faster]

-a week later-

Wonder Woman: Are Batman and Superman having a fight?

Flash: yeah I think so. I don't know what about though

Martian Mindhunter: I believe Batman insulted Superman's cow

Wonder Woman: I see.

Black Canary: Sometimes I wake up at night and think about the fact that they are two of the most important members of an organization that protects the world from certain annihilation and then I can't go back to sleep

Green Lantern: [feet propped on the table, throwing almonds into the air and trying to catch them in his mouth] yeah it freaks me out too

Black Canary: [glances at Green Lantern] never leave us, Diana.

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#i should know about the food part. i get so anxious and then my gf is like 'did you eat today?' and i'm like oh shit you right

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Jonathan, under the influence of his own fear toxin, imagines himself stuck in a dilapidated Arkham with no means of escape. All he can do is curl up on the cot and wait for the nightmare to end.

48 notes • Posted 2021-04-29 01:37:37 GMT

(I’m awful at remembering which ones you’ve done before so feel free to ignore this if you’ve already answered one like this!)

What do you think would happen if one of the rogues (preferably Edward, Jonathan or Jervis) had ‘cleaned up their act’ then ended up relapsing into being a villain again? I could see a lot of angst just surrounding the whole internal conflict of trying to get better vs still being treated like a villain.

Bonus points if they’re trying it on their own without really warning anyone so they still have to worry about the police/batman which adds a whole second layer to their issue!

NOW, THIS IS SOME GOOD CONTENT! You're fine! I think I've only touched on it but never really gone in-depth.

I'll do all three because I love the dork squad!!!

JONATHAN

Jonathan relapses because it's impossible for him to find a job outside of Halloween. They purposefully released him around Halloween thinking he'd be stable. And he was. Until November 1st. After his Halloween charm has worn off he tries to apply to teaching jobs again. It obviously doesn't work. He gets set up working in a library that hires offenders. It works for Jon for a little while, he can spend his days mostly alone with a cup of coffee and pumpkin pie while reading a good horror novel. Jonathan feels content until he falls into a routine. A routine which quickly turns sour when people cop onto who he really is. He gets Karen's yelling at him, he gets books thrown at his head as he's trying to work and he can't go a single day without someone verbally abusing him.

This leads Jon into a depression spiral. The Library job is nice but with the constant abuse from 'civilised' members of the public he can't truly enjoy it. The Scarecrow was the only thing that brings him genuine joy and pleasure. Scarecrow is like his other half and without him he feels incomplete. He starts to miss his work shifts in favour of staying in his home and looking after his little pet crow.

Jon snaps one day. It isn't any one thing in particular that sets him off he just decides he's had enough. He drowns the library in fear toxin and runs out manically screaming. He knows he'll be sent back but he doesn't care. He will take all the jailtime in the world if it means he doesn't have to deal with his depression again.

EDWARD

Edward is the quickest to relapse. It can't be helped that Gotham is full of idiots. He tried to capatalise on his fame as an ex supervillian and it worked for a bit. He'd get interviews, sponsorships and attention. He loved being in the spotlight and genuinely it was very good for him. It fulfilled his need for positive attention.

When the attention moves onto newer and shinier people that's when he started to slip. He tried his best to regain his post release fame but it never happened. He tried to collaborate with puzzle makers but most didn't want to touch him with a 10ft pole. Ed is so busy with trying to get his fame back he starts to miss more and more of his therapy sessions, his mental health reverts back and this time its even worse. The higher they rise the harder they fall as the saying goes. He goes down the douchy celebrity route of being a dick to people and getting into fights. Bad attention is better then none at all. When he realizes he's become the main focus of trash media outlets he sinks further and further.

One night he see an interview with the Joker on TV and that's the final straw. One death trap later and he finds himself in the back of the Batmobile with a broken arm and black eye. Batman actually expresses sever disappointment in him. Edward expresses he has enough disappointment for the both of them.

When the Batmobile pulls up to Arkham there's not a single reporter in sight and Ed is silently destoryed.

JERVIS

Jervis would last the longest out of all of them before relapsing. He'd be working in a small store. He relapses because too many things would remind him of Alice in Wonderland. The small grocery store he was placed in has a small frumpy woman who shouts till she's red in the face. There's another ex rogue named Temple whose obsessed with keeping track of time. And of course a teenage employee who's always smoking behind the store like Absolem the caterpiller.

Jervis is prone to getting abuse from the police seeing as he mind controlled a lot of their 'brothers in blue'. The cops come in for doughnuts and they always pick on him when they come into the store. The store is well known for hiring ex cons so they're aware they can get away with abusing employees. He comes home from many a shift with coffee creamer in his hair and a soup tin sized bruise on his back.

Jervis is trying so damn hard. He's trying harder then he ever has before in his life. With the combination of the cops and his coworkers he comes to a realization. He hates the real world. The real world is cold and callous and cruel. Jervis much prefers to go back to his own perfect Wonderland. And if going back to his Wonderland means have to go back to Arkham then that was the toll he was willing to pay.

His story ends with him being hauled back to Arkham after mind controlling everyone in the store and executing the vicious officers who were so needlessly cruel to him.

49 notes • Posted 2021-07-26 22:05:56 GMT

An AU where both Bruce and Talia die and it leaves a heartbroken Alfred to raise baby Damien. Dick and Jason obviously step up and offer help but Alfred is insistent that it should be him to raise the little lad. After all he promised once long ago to raise the children of the murdered Waynes.

Alfred forgot how long and tired the nights are with a newborn. The constant feeding, the changing of diapers and the never ending worry. Alfred shouldn't be doing it at his age but Damien's the only piece of Bruce he has left. Of course that's not to discredit any of the batkids but he looks at Damien's dark and whispy hair with the Wayne's dark eyes and his grief softens. Not by a lot but it helps a little. The tired nights become worth it to see the child smile.

It still wrecks him. Having a baby means there is little time to grieve. Little Damien is very fussy and the running about puts a lot on him. He's wrecking himself to make sure the child has a normal life. That's all he wants for the child. No supers, no battles. Just a normal, boring life.

This decision splits the family. Dick, Tim and Barbara agree. Jason, Cass and Stephanie do not. Their reasoning being that Damien's heritage is going to come back for him at some point and he needs to be ready, wether it be on his mother's side with the league or his father's side with the rogues.

So not only does Alfred have to worry about a baby he also has to worry about keeping what's left of the family together.

53 notes • Posted 2021-09-04 00:17:23 GMT

How different rogues react to losing a loved one (s/o).

Scarecrow

Clinical but devastated. Throws himself into his work to distract himself from the pain of losing his s/o. He acts like it didn't affect him that much but he's in agony. He's known many types of torture but nothing compared to the torture of losing his s/o. He'd do everything in his power to bring s/o back and he didn't care how many men, women and children he'd have to kill to make it happen.

Selina

Selina would try and play it cool in front of the others, showing a normal amount of grief but behind closed doors, she's lost. She felt that s/o was the best thing in her life and now there's nothing. s/o was the person that made Selina want to become a better person and without them, she falls back into some unfortunate bad habits. She knows it wouldn't be what s/o wanted for her but it's easier to pretend they never existed than to trying to deal with the fact they're gone.

Jervis

His beautiful Alice is gone, the story has ended but he doesn't know that. He refuses to believe s/o is dead. Plain and simple. He'd probably dance around with s/o's corpse in a delusional state. It's just painful for everyone involved. When reality finally sets in it gets even uglier. He kills anyone who even remotely reminds him of s/o. In his mind, they're trying to copy s/o's traits to hurt him and he simply can't have that. His Alice...

Bane

Bane smashes everything in his path. A mixture of grief and roid rage will do that to him. s/o was the only comfort in his cold and callous world. s/o was the only one who saw beyond his muscles. s/o was the one who'd calm him after Venom and bring him water, spooning him during his withdrawals. If s/o went out Bane's going out too and he's bringing all of Gotham with him.

100 notes • Posted 2021-08-19 20:41:29 GMT

A rogue who's fallen for Bruce Wayne finds out they're actually Batman and all hell breaks loose. They cry and scream their head off. They feel a deep betrayal they've never known before. They want to kill Bruce for doing what they did. I can imagine it ending with a rooftop battle where the rogue breaks down.

They hold a gun to Batman's head. They're the closest they've ever come to killing Batman but Bruce's mask has broken and they can see a little bit of his face.

They can't go through with it. Falling to their knees in despair they begin to weep. Batman goes to hug them but all they can do is push him away.

103 notes • Posted 2021-05-18 19:53:24 GMT

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Pie-ning

It's in the wee hours and the kitchen worktop looks like after a demon attack.

A thin layer of flour dusts the stainless steel, butter softened by being outside the fridge for too long slowly greases the surface. Scraps of clingfilm are stuck on the bench, and dough sticks to a rolling pin. Formerly ice-cold water reached room temperature a while ago.

Castiel sits at the wooden dining table, his arms folded underneath his head. "This is a disaster," he murmurs.

The plan started easy enough. Castiel waited until Dean, Sam, and Jack were fast asleep. Then he started with the filling, because the recipe said so.

Unfortunately he hadn't read it properly. It asked for ready made pie crusts and well, he hadn't had the time to go shopping and smuggling the apples inside had been difficult enough.

The filling was already cooling in the pot when Castiel started to search the internet for pie crust recipes. They sounded easy enough. Boy, was he wrong.

Cutting the dough with a fork was a drudgery and it took ages to produce something that looked even close to what the photos showed. Why for heaven's sake had a kitchen where Dean Winchester lived and breathed not a pastry cutter!?

The recipe mentioned to cool the dough for an hour, but Castiel was running out of time and hoped it wouldn't turn out too bad if he gave it just 15 minutes in the fridge.

Well, it did. Turn out bad, that is. About half an hour ago, Castiel declared defeat by carbohydrates and fat. Stupid molecules!

Right when he decides to rise and clean up the mess he made, the kitchen door swings open. In comes Dean, eyes still at halfmast, the open bathrobe showing his batman pyjamas. Castiel can't suppress a small smile at the sight. How can a grown man look so adorable?

When Dean catches his gaze, Castiel looks down at his wringing hands, not sure if he can hide the heat he sure feels crawling up his neck. Maybe it's just a phantom blush. He hopes it is just that.

"Whatcha doin', Cass?" Dean asks, looking around the kitchen. He scowls at the chaos.

Castiel diverts his gaze to the messy worktop and opens his mouth to say something, but his lips close again when he realises that the reason is a sure thing to turn into something he will be the butt of the joke of.

He gets up and walks over, scrapes the unsuccessful attempt of an apple pie into the wastebin.

Dean watches him in utter silence. He frowns at the scene as Castiel opens the fridge to save the rest of the butter, walks to the kitchen sink, does the dishes as if he hadn't heard the question still hanging between them.

Dean closes his eyes for a moment and shakes his still sleep-heavy head. This is too much before his first coffee of the day.

He contemplates to walk over to prepare a cup of liquid ambrosia, but the even for his own standards oddly acting angel deems him more important. Dean cocks an eyebrow at that thought. Must be the sleep deprivation talking.

Castiel concentrates on the cleaning. Maybe Dean will just walk away and leave him be. It's not as if he didn't already think him to be weird. Even after knowing each other for so long, Castiel is well aware of the fact that they might be friends, even family of some kind, but that Dean still doesn't see him as a normal man. He is always set apart, but who isn't in this strange, self-made family? They are all freaks in their own ways.

Dean's attempts to dress him up, to make him appear more human notwithstanding, Castiel thinks he still sees him as not really part of this world. Or maybe it's just Castiel's fear that whispers these thoughts into his ear. They've never been good at talking things out. That nearly broke their friendship more than once.

As Castiel pulls the plug and dries his hands on the white apron Dean loves to use, he feels a hand on his shoulder, warm and solid. He wishes it would ground him, but it doesn't. It stirs him up in a very confusing way. It's not exactly hurting. Castiel knows pain. He's a born soldier after all. But on the other hand, it kind of does, but in a more than physical way. Every touch outside a life and death situation sends tendrils through his body, interacts with his grace, lights up every synapse of the human body that is wholy his now. He feels like going up in flames, the heat spreading like a wildfire from his shoulder to every cell of his body.

The hand just stays where Dean put it, a silent question, just a few more unspoken words between them.

Castiel wishes he could just say out loud what it feels like to be touched by Dean. To finally see his reaction. At this point the outcome would be nearly all the same to him. His urge to make Dean happy, to help him with all the crap that is thrown at him won't go away anyway.

"Speak to me, buddy," Dean orders, his voice still rough from sleep, and Castiel huffs a tiny laugh in response.

"I wanted to surprise you."

Castiel can nearly hear Dean's frown now. He turns to look at the other man which is a mistake as they are standing way too close now. But they somehow always do, so what's the point in correcting it?

The soft titillation of Dean's breath dancing on Castiel's skin is a welcome distraction from the thoughts the angel allows himself to think only very rarely in Dean's presence.

The hunter's breath catches and he takes a step back. Of course.

"I thought it would be nice to have pie for the special occasion. I know traditionally it's a cake, but as you love pie, I thought ..."

Dean stares at him in confusion. "What are you talking about, man?"

"It's your birthday, Dean." Castiel shrugs his shoulders nearly apologetically. "Granted, I don’t know the traditions in the House of Winchester, as I never celebrated your birthdays with you before, but Sam didn't buy a cake and Jake won't know that ..."

"You baked me a birthday pie?" Dean asks with barely hidden delight in his voice. His face lights up in the most beautiful way. It takes Castiel's breath away for a long moment.

"Well, ... I tried," he says when he can breathe again. He gestures to the waste bin and presses his jaws together, "but it seems I failed."

Dean starts laughing, a whole body, full belly laugh. He slams his hands on the worktop and shakes his head. Castiel looks at him, a tiny smile forming on his lips. He could hear Dean laugh for all eternity. It's not often enough that he has a reason to do it. The lines around his eyes are at least 50 percent made of grief and pain. Castiel would give everything to let them grow deeper only from laughter from now on.

The sparkle in Dean's eyes catches him off guard. There was a time when Castiel had seen the beauty of Dean's soul, the goodness of his heart. He still sees all of this despite the things the hunter has done and what others did to him. But there is even more he sees now.

Maybe it's because he lived with humans for too long or it's just Dean, Castiel isn't quite sure. But what he is sure about is that Dean is beautiful on a purely physical level, scars, wrinkles, and all. It's the greenness of his eyes and the curl of his lips, the slight curve if his nose and the freckles dusting his cheeks. Castiel can barely keep himself from staring. Not that any of them is good at stopping themselves from doing that, again and again. It's awkward for everyone forced to watch.

Dean grins at him with that boyish look that makes him seem a decade younger and that turns Castiel's legs into jelly. Dean Winchester will be the death of him, most likely literally. The angel doesn't even care. It would be worth it, if he saved him instead.

"That's ...," Dean trails off and blushes a little. Adorable and beautiful shouldn't be looks that go hand in hand together, but the hunter somehow pulls it off. "I don't know what to say, buddy ... Thank you."

"There's nothing to thank for. Filling doesn't make a pie." Castiel waves his hand into the stove's direction and Dean straightens to walk over. He sticks his finger into the mixture and stuffs a piece of apple into his mouth.

Cinnamon explodes on his tounge, the tartness of the apple perfectly balanced with brown sugar. "That stuff is good. I tell ya, I could eat it with a spoon."

The mere thought that Castiel put into this warms Dean's heart in ways that he couldn't admit to anybody. He wished he could speak his thruth out loud just once. How these little gestures keep him from falling apart, how Castiel's kindness rubbs off on him, and how thankfull he is that the angel somehow manages it to keep him human. But that's not possible, not without risking to let even deeper things out. "This is friggin' awesome!" he says instead.

Castiel smiles mildly at the praise. He watches Dean beam at him as if he hang the moon and his heart threatens to leap out of his chest. Human bodies are weird.

"As I see it, we have two options here," Dean says matter-of-factly.

Castiel raises a questioning eyebrow, amusement clearly tugging on the corners of his lips. "Is that so?"

"Mmh," Dean says around another fingerful of filling. "A - We pull out the spoons and share it just between us; the others will never know. Or B - I show you how to make a proper crust."

Castiel's face turns into a countenance of surprise. "You know how to do that?"

"Yeah. It's not as easy as pie. The folk saying is wrong about that. But it's no witchcraft either."

Dean raises his hand to motion Castiel to stay put and returns just a few minutes later with an old notebook in his hand. A women's handwriting says 'Recipes' on the front and Dean browses the pages until he finds what he was looking for.

Castiel watches him in silence, his eyes tightening in concentration. Dean appears almost bubbly. The angel hasn't seen him like that often. It only occurs when the hunter lets his guard down and that's barely happening.

"There it is. My grandma's pie recipe. That's how my mum baked it."

Pain flickers over Dean's face for a second before he schools it. He walks to the fridge and pulls a fresh block of butter from the back of it, then collects the other ingredients.

"It's important to work quickly and then give it a good, cool rest," he says and starts working as if he had done this a hundred times before. Maybe he did. Castiel watches him with awe.

"Help me with the water and the vinegar," the hunter says and Castiel obliges with a soft smile, watching as Dean uses a wooden spoon to incorporate the liquids and then switches to using his hands to form the dough.

"I didn't know you were a baker," Castiel states.

Dean chuckles. "Well, I haven't done proper baking until we moved into the bunker. I used cake mixes before that. One year I stole cupcakes from the store for Sammy's birthday."

Dean's smile falters at the memory. "We aren't really great at celebrations. I tried to give Sammy the holiday and birthday experience, but ... I guess it fell short on what other people have."

Castiel looks at him with sad eyes. "I'm sure Sam appreciated your efforts."

Dean shrugs it off. There is no use in dwelling too long on his fucked up childhood. He clears his throat. "Where is the plastic wrap?"

Castiel reaches under the table and hands it over, their fingers brushing against each other when Dean takes it. The hunter looks at him from beneath his long eyelashes. Castiel remembers when he recreated every single one of them, not knowing what a gaze thrown through them would be able to do to him one day.

He swallows the sudden lump in his throat. Maybe he should just say it, get over with it, see Dean's disgust or delight or even indifference. But, no. That could destroy everything between them. It's enough to be allowed to be in Dean's orbit. It has to.

Dean busies himself to put the dough into the fridge and cleans the surface of the worktop. He dries his hands at a rag and leans against the kitchen island. Castiel's gaze is as unreadable as it is inescapable now and Dean feels a rush of something running through his body.

The softness of Castiel's eyes is warming him from inside out and the feeling is highly disturbing. He can't have these kind of emotions for his best friend who isn't even a real human being.

Dean rolls his eyes inwardly at himself. As if that would be the main problem here. He interrupts his train of thought and walks over to the coffee maker, brewing two cups.

"I wish I could have taken the pain away," Castiel says seemingly apropos of nothing.

Dean sits down at the table, putting one mug in front of him and one on the opposite side of the table. He stays silent for a long moment. "Care to elaborate?"

"When I rebuilt you. My order was to pull you out of hell and put you back into the exact state you were before, past injuries, bad memories, and all. I wish I had known you well enough then to spare you at least some of them."

Dean purses his lips and shruggs. "It's what made me who I am today."

Castiel nods and sits down. "That's true. A righteous man, loyal and caring. The best friend someone could ask for."

Dean blushes under the praise. "Come on, man. Don't turn this into a chick flick moment."

Castiel tilts his head to the side and his eyes tighten in concentration when he scrutinises the other man. "I wish you could see yourself the way that I do, Dean," he finally sighs, well knowing that the stubborn hunter would rather leave than listen to the truth. The truth that he is worthy to be saved, worthy to be loved, worthy to die for.

Dean takes a big gulp of his coffee, burning his tongue in the process. The pain is a welcome feeling. It eases the sadness and melancholy inside him that swarms his guts like an unwanted colony of bees. He can't handle Castiel looking at him like that, so open and warm as if he were the most precious gem in God's vast creation.

No, it can't be that. Castiel could never look at him like this. He knows his very soul, he knows how broken he is inside, how ugly his dark spots are and how rare the light ones. There's no way that he looks at him in adoration.

Dean wriggles about on his chair. He doesn't know what to make of it, of this look, of the way the angel always comes back no matter how often he chases him away. And he doesn't know what to make of the feeling of pure relief every time he sees his angel again, well and alive.

Fuck, this shouldn't be so difficult, right? He is just a friend, his best friend. Dean would bake him a cake too, if the angel had a birthday. Or maybe not. Without Castiel Dean wouldn't even know that it is his birthday, today. Calendars kind of lose their meaning if you're hunting monsters and fighting God 24/7, 365 days a year.

No, celebrations and anniversaries are for normal people, and the Winchesters and their chosen family are anything but.

The two men drink their coffee in silence until Dean starts chuckling. Castiel raises a questioning eyebrow.

"One year, I bought a cheap cake mix for my birthday. I used margarine to make it, butter was too expensive. The cake tasted awful," he chuckles. "But Sammy had the idea to coat it and we built little towers of thin sliced cake and jelly layers. My old man was drunk in front of the tv. I had been so happy that he wasn't gone for once that I brought him the tower I had built and he looked at me in this way, where your insides get all twisted and you think you will throw up."

Dean's fingers run over the rim of his now empty mug. He shakes his head to clear it from the memory. Why is every good one always attached to one tainting it?

He feels Castiel's hand nudging on his own, giving it a squeeze when he lets go of the cup without resistance. They keep the contact, loose and soft. It should bug Dean, but he can't make himself pull away. Castiel's hand is like an anchor pinning him to the presence. It's way too easy to get lost in memories if there isn't something or someone to hold on to.

Dean doesn't know how long they are sitting like this. It doesn't matter. He is so starved of human touch. When did he stop to pick up women for that? Maybe at the same time he started to feel comfortable in the rare hugs he and Castiel are sharing.

The timer pulls him out of his unhelpful musing. "Time to rock'n'roll," he exclaims a little too enthusiastically as he pulls his hand away, missing the touch instantly.

Castiel follows him and watches as he dusts the worktop with flour, much more lightly than the angel did a few hours earlier.

"C’mere," Dean says. "I'll teach you how to roll it out properly."

Castiel walks around the kitchen island and stands in front of the two balls of dough, squinting at them suspiciously.

Dean chuckles. "They won't bite. Flour the rolling pin and roll it over it. Not too timidly and not too slow. If it cracks in some places, we can fix it later."

Castiel does as he's told, but the dough doesn't cooperate. Dean laughs at his failing attempts and the angel swears unholy curses, the scale of his embarrassment rising steadily. For heaven's sake. He should be able to do such a mundane task with ease.

He's just short of giving up when he feels Dean moving around him, his hands gliding past him on either side.

Castiel holds his breath when Dean puts his hands on top of his own and guides his movements. The hunter's breath tickles his ear and the closeness of their bodies is nearly unbearable.

If Castiel just knew that Dean is feeling the same. That he's wavering between joy and dread, that the fear to overstep any boundaries nearly overwhelms him. But it feels too good to lightly press into the angel's body and it would be awkward if he pulled back now. So he decides to enjoy it, a little birthday present that's harming no-one but him.

When they managed to roll both crust out, Dean steps back and prepares the baking tin. It's only when the decorated pie is in the oven that his mind goes fully back to Castiel who just finished the cleanup.

Dean should make fun of his appearance, the apron powdered with flour just like the coat the angel is still wearing underneath. But he can't find it in himself to tease him. Because honestly? Castiel without his trenchcoat would border on nudity and Dean knows better than to let his thoughts go astray. It's too risky. It might make him blurt out how much he loves him, that he wants him to stay. Forever.

But no good would come out of it. Are angels even capable of romantic love? Physical attraction, sure. He had that with Anna. Obsession, clearly, as Ishim showed. But true love? Dean swallows at his own thoughts. He knows by now of what nature his feelings for Castiel are. It's not as if he didn't try not to fall in love with the angel. But he can't help it. Damn it, Elvis, shut up!

"What is it?" Castiel asks softly, his low voice vibrating through Dean's very soul.

"Nothing." Yeah, that sounded totally convincing. He clears his throat. "Thank you. For the idea to make me pie and for spending the time with me to finish it."

That sounded more cheezy than wanted, but Castiel doesn't get that. It's little mercies like these that keep Dean from forming puddles of embarrassment ever so often.

"You're welcome," Castiel says, forrowing his brows in a way Dean wants to kiss away. "I liked spending time with you. Although I still wish I would have managed to do it on my own."

Dean chuckles. "I baked our birthday cakes every year, but the only time I remember is the one with the jelly towers. It's memories like that that will stay with us, Cass. Not the picture perfect ones. Not that I had plenty of experience with those. Anyway." Dean clears his throat again. Why is it so dry?

Castiel nods. "You are a remarkable man and I hope to make many more beautiful memories like this with you."

Dean swallows around the lump in his throat with no success. How can the angel just say something like that? As if it was the most natural thing to say. Maybe it is. Or Castiel is just insane. Dean doesn't know what's normal anymore. Maybe he doesn't want to if it means having the angel at his side.

"Yeah," he agrees tersely, too worried that the truth might spill out otherwise. How Castiel's sheer presence makes his life more beautiful, that he would be happy to just look into his eyes and forget the world as he does right now. But he keeps it inside, neatly packed away next to all the other things he holds on tightly, never to see the light of day. His love is poison. He knows that. It had been for Sam, for Lisa and Ben, and even for Castiel way too many times to count.

He wasn't aware that he was staring again when Castiel moves into his personal space and cups his face tenderly with both hands. It would be easy to just lean in a little, to brush his lips over the angel's.

"Happy birthday, Dean," Castiel says reverently and Dean closes his eyes. It's too much and way too little. And still the best birthday present of his life.

#happy birthday dean #happy birthday dean winchester #dean winchester #fanfiction #destiel #deancas #I miss Dean #Dean deserved better

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Remember... Batman doesn't eat pie. 😎

#happy thanksgiving #thanksgiving #batman #batman family #superman #bruce wayne #robin #damian wayne #lois lane #lois and clark #clark kent #jon kent #superboy #kent family #world's finest #dc comics #dc heroes #patrick gleason #peter tomasi

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Best of DC: Week of March 13th, 2019

The Grim Knight #1 - Scott Snyder, James Tynion IV, Eduardo Risso, Dave Stewart and Sal Cipriano

The Grim Knight makes my skin crawl and that is awesome.

The Batman Who Laughs is one of the worst case scenarios of what Batman can become if things go wrong in his life, but The Grim Knight is the worst. He's a Batman unrestrained, not held back by the moral view that killing criminals makes you no better than them. He's not above killing police or friends if it means staying true to the mission of keeping Gotham safe.

Throughout the book we're presented his origin as he kidnaps Jim Gordon and transports him to a possible secret lair in between issues three and four of The Batman Who Laughs miniseries.

His story starts the same as always. A boy and his family are walking through an alley when a gunman kills the boys parents as he watches. This time, however, the shooter drops the gun. The boy, in reasonable fury, picks up the gun and shoots the killer dead, setting him on a path of what he believes to be righteous bloodshed.

There have been stories where Batman has either gone bad or committed to killing before, but what sets this one apart, is how focused and brutal he is here. The mission is all that matters, so much so that Batman apparently hasn't even come across his more colorful villains, likely because he's killed them before they could become so. This much is alluded to when there's a caption mentioning a manning a red hood that he murdered at Ace Chemicals.

As always, Jim Gordon is a straight laced cop and wants to do things, by the book, including taking down Batman. He manages to trap Batman with a magnetic Batsignal and sends officers to raid Batman's stashes, but The Grim Knight has prepared for such things. Bruce Wayne had outfitted Gotham PD with state of the art armor which Batman takes advantage of and uses to kill the officers and disgrace Gordon who unknowingly led his men to explosive traps. Gordon disappears and is presumed dead.

The Grim Knight knows no mercy.

He is later arrested when Gordon returns with all of the evidence that Bruce Wayne is Batman, proving that the book still works and that all of the murder and death solves nothing.

I loved every bit of this and I love that we get his tragic backstory. I feel like more could have been explored, like who else he was trained by and how much more dangerous he could be, but what we got was pretty damn good. He's a tortured Batman. He's so blinded by making sure that the tragedy that happened to his parents happens to no one else, that he becomes paranoid, violent and insane. He doesn't care who he hurts as long as his cory and people are safe and he is the most terrifying of them all.

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Runner Up

It’s nice to see Jason carve out another piece of the pie for himself. Ever since breaking from Batman and learning of Arsenal’s death, as much as I’ve enjoyed the series, Red Hood has felt directionless. He’s been chasing the underworld criminals known as The Underlife, felt some kinship with Batwoman and found his absentee before subsequently burying him as he had become a madman.

Red Hood: Outlaw #32 - Scott Lobdell, Stephen Segovia, Rex Lokus and Troy Peteri

But now, he’s sitting at the top of his own part of the Gotham hill. Having taken over the Iceberg Lounge from a mysteriously missing Penguin, Jason Todd has a tight hold on the Gotham nightlife and a steady stream of possible information at his fingertips. Enlisting the help of the unknown Wingman, a more powerful Bunker, and the Sisters Su, he’s living the high life which grabs the attention of Batman.

Batman isn’t happy that Jason is back in town and confronts him, but since it was Red Hood who shot The Penguin and not Jason, Batman can’t arrest him without risking both of their identities and Jason points this out with all of the sassiness without literally telling Batman to “eat shit” and I loved every second of it. I really enjoyed this issue and can’t wait to see what becomes of this new angle that Jason is playing. High recommend!

Not a criticism, but it is odd how Scott Lobdell is always referencing his past work and bringing Bunker back and in a flashback he does it again. Apparently, (mostly) everything in New 52 Teen Titans did or possibly did happen as Skitter, Solstice, Cassie Sandsmark, “Bart Allen” and Kon-El all appear, but Bunker remarks that he feels like everything in his mind has been “reset and reborn and rebooted again and again.” What could this possibly mean for the greater DCU if anyone else chooses to acknowledge this? Solstice appears in Heroes in Crisis and is likely dead. Lobdell killed H.A.R.V.E.S.T. in an earlier issue of Red Hood and the Outlaws, so does that mean that Kon-El is still out there somewhere? Will he meet and fight Conner Kent or Jon Kent? What happened to New 52 Bart Allen? I’m genuinely interested and hope that some of these things will come to light or at least be explored in the future.

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katerinabythesea95 · 2 years

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Okay so here's something I came across today in in one of my long forgotten draft archives ( I get OVERWHELMED by how much unused material I have, and more often than not it's REALLY good stuff, tbh. But they never made the final cut or at least not for long. Here's one of the said drafts that was meant to be part of The Road So Far, there was more but i never finished it so it went on and on and endeed abruptly. I'm tired so I didn't recheck for spelling. I just wanted to post something good today here

Lawrence,Kansas (1958)

Authors pov*

Scene: A small boy's bedroom. It's cloudy outside and not much light enters the closed window curtains and everything is a soft blueish gray color.

The young boy turns from his left side onto his right and yawns, snuggling even more under his soft warm covers. Minutes later, a small black cat jumps on his bed, meowing.

The animal begins to rub her face against her human's shoulder, purring all the while. The boy giggles and smiles at his pet. "Good morning emerald." He sits up and reaches for the music box his dad had given him. You see, John had nightmares, especially about that one movie that his dad took him to watch, Abbott and Costello meet The Mummy. John shivered just thinking about it. The music box was the only thing that would calm him down tom sleep. He winds the box and the theme "As Time Goes By"from the movie "Casablanca" starts to play. John sits Emerald on his lap and they both listen to the soothing melody. When it was over, John gets up and carries her down to the kitchen. He stands there for a moment, looking at the empty kitchen. John's father was a very busy man. There were many times that John had to stay home alone until his dad returned from work. "Hey Johnny!" John turns around at the familiar cheerful voice. "Sully!" He cries happily and rushes to hug his imaginary friend.

"What are we gonna do today?" Sully asks with a grin. John sighs sadly. "I don't really feel like playing." He admits. Sully puts his hand on Johns shoulder. "What's wrong little buddy?" "I-I wish daddy didn't h-have to go away a-all the time and....and I wish I had a mommy." John says bowing his head, tears starting to fall on his cheeks. Sully takes John's small hand and sets him on a chair. "Johnny, I know you feel bad, but you know your daddy isn't gone because he doesn't wanna be away from you, he's working hard, cause that's what he's supposed to do. Besides, he'll be back tonight, and tomorrow's Saturday, you guys get to eat breakfast and lunch together and watch a movie at the drive in at night. And who knows? maybe you'll get a new mommy some day. Plus you have Emerald here." Sully smiles and scratches the feline's head gently.John sniffs and snuggles Emerald closer. His mom had bought her when he was a baby, he loved that cat with all his heart. "I know what will cheer you up!" Sully stands up and with a snap of his fingers he made a feast of John's favorite food appear. Chocolate cake, Doughnuts, Ice cream cake, Blueberry pancakes, Apple Pie, soda and milk plus the most important treat: marshmallow and chocolate -covered nachos. "Gee whiz!thanks sully! let's eat after I give Emerald her food, of course." Sully smiles. He hated seeing kids sad. The boy and his imaginary friend spend the day chatting and playing John's favorite game, Batman and Robin.

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Nighttime came, and even though John couldn't tell time yet, he knew it as about time his dad came home. Sully notices as well, and looks at the clock on the wall. It was 9:45 pm. That's odd, Henry usually arrived 2 hours earlier than that. "Why isn't my daddy home yet?" John asks worriedly. Sully pats his hair. "Don't worry, maybe he's got an errand or something came up at the last minute. He'll be back soon, you'll see. Let's listen to the radio while we wait, yeah?" John nods and sits with his two best friends in the world to hear some tunes. Another hour passed, however, and still Henry hadn't showed up. "He's not coming!" John yells. His dad was definitely late. "What if something bad happened and he never comes home?" He says, starting to head towards the front door. Sully blocks his way. "Johnny, you can't leave the house, Bud." "But daddy's missing!" "Maybe he's not,maybe.........maybe he just had to help somebody go home." Sully tries to calm the child down. "I have to look for him!" "Okay, bud, okay. let's go to the police station. But we have to be very careful, Okay?" John nods."Alright, put your coat on, it's cold outside." John does as he's instructed and they both leave the house. Sully was right, it was pretty chilly outdoors. The police station thankfully wasn't too far; only a few blocks away. "I'm scared, sully. I want my daddy back. He can't leave me like mommy did." "He'll show up, you'll see." John looks around, hoping to spot his father, sully also keeps a look out for him. They get to the station and a pair of police officer's pass by escorting a man in handcuffs. The man gives an evil smile and John clings to sully. "It's okay Johnny, the police have him After the man passes, John goes inside the building.

He goes up to the man at the front desk. "What's a little fella like you doin' here at night? do you have an emergency?" The man asks. John nods quickly. "My daddy's missing!" "Since when?" "Tonight." The man sighs. "Listen kid, your dad's probably late from work. Or looking for you, seeing as you left home like this. What's your name?" "John Winchester, but-" "Do you have any relatives you can stay at until we contact your father?" "My grandparents. but they live a bit far from here."Okay John, just sit there and I'll get someone to call your house. It's better if you stay put here just in case your father shows up. Go ahead." "Hey johnny over here!" Sully calls from one of the benches across the room. John walk over to him and sits down.

~An hour and a half later~

An eternity seemed to pass before John heard his name being called. He walks to the front desk again. The man (His name was Mr. Burns) says, "Okay so, we called your house several times, and no answer, so we called your grandparents. They're gonna pick you up tomorrow morning. In the mean time, Officer Smith will let you stay with him for the night." A tall man with brown hair and eyes walks up beside Mr. Burns. He waves at John.

"Hello, John." John looks at sully. "He nods and smiles encouragingly. "Wait, Can I please get my cat? She's all alone." "It's fine by me." Mr. Smith says and smiles. John returns it shyly. He follows Mr. Smith out the building and to his car. (Sully with them) "This is fun, being in a police car, maybe you'll be a cop when you grow up, yeah?" Mr. Smith says, trying to make friendly conversation. "Y-Yeah, I guess I'd like that." John says smiling a bit. "You'd be an awesome cop, Johnny!" Sully pipes up. "Tell him to turn on the siren!" "No, I can't ask him that." "Who are you talking to, son?" "Oh, well...my friend sully. He ants you to tun on the siren." "No problemo." Mr. Smith turns the siren on. "Golly that's really neat." John laughs happily. "My son Jesse really likes the siren, too." Mr. Smith smiles. "You'll get along just great." "How old is he?" John asks. "You seem to be about his age, he's five. How old are you?" "I'm four and a half." When they get to John's house, Mr. Smith follows John inside. He waits by the stairs while John gets his things. He stays in his room a bit longer. He closes his eyes and clasps his little hands together. "Please please God, let my daddy be ok and let him come home as soon as possible. Amen." He heads down with his backpack and emerald. "Alright lets go, we have a pretty long ride ahead."

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