#TIM IS SO GODDAMN PRECIOUS IN THIS SERIES

[whoseyscientist]

BEST BATMAN FICS I’VE READ 3 BRUCE WAYNE FOCUSED

Hihoo Here’s some more crazy good batman fics with a particular focus on the sad angsty man in the bat suit because I love him so! Mix of gen/batfam and shipping stuff cause I just wish him well in life c:

As I was making this list I realised alot of them were one-shots huh the more you know- mix of mainly one-shots and the occasional epic lengths lol

= General/ Batfam =

Nominal

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8613352

Don't ask why Batman is sad unless you're willing to give him the time to consult his spreadsheet.

(legitimately?? funniest batman fic I’ve ever read, one-shot) 

The Jason Project

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19899613

Jason had just wanted to see his autopsy report, he had only wanted to know what information Bruce had about his death. And when Bruce hadn't given it to him, he had stolen it. He hadn’t meant to stumble upon the bucket list of a dead child and the footage of a grieving father crossing one item after another off the list.

(^ short, sweet and very emotional)

More Precious Than Gold

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13273611/chapters/30371190

Most dragons sleep on their hoards.

Bruce's hoard sleeps on him.

Or: Bruce is a dragon. Predictably, he hoards orphans.

(so, so goddamn cute, two shot)

Manor-Dad lets me drive the Batmobile

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19002637/chapters/45125308

Bruce had two options when Dick found the Cave. 1) Tell him the truth. 2) Go along with Dick’s excited “You’re dating Batman!” until he figured out the truth.

Several children later Bruce wished he’d gone with option 1) or he wouldn’t have to deal with all his kids believing he and Batman were separate people. Yes, even Damian.

(Unfinished but still so very funny, crazy good fic)

dad time

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20434550

five times the justice league misinterpreted batman's actions + one time they absolutely did not

(Bruce just proudly showing off his kids in League business is so canon lmao, one shot, also this author in general has some quality batfam content legit)

Cingulomania (Sometimes, Dad Needs a Hug)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29690424#main

‘Right,’ Tim said, in the voice he used on missions, ‘we’re going to have to call in an expert.’ * ‘Hey guys!’ Dick said, voice slightly crackly over Tim’s phone speakers. ‘What’s up? I’m not supposed to visit until tomorrow - is something wrong?’ - Something is seriously not right with Bruce. They’re a family of detectives and no one can figure it out. It’s kind of embarrassing.

They’re all starting to get worried. - (Sometimes, Bruce needs a hug.)

(^ Feeding my bruce is touch starved agenda quite nicely, one shot)

A Hero Lost

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40358904/chapters/101096682#workskin

When Jason Todd died on that fateful April day, Bruce was tempted to just... stop. To let the world know he was Batman, and that it'd just lost a hero in Jason Todd.

And so he did.

It didn't keep him from mourning the death of his son.

Or: Bruce quits being Batman in the wake of Jason's death, tells the world who he is, then retires to Montana and slowly finds healing. And when Jason comes back to life six months later, and Talia tells him 'you remain unavenged,' he can't find any evidence to support that, so he goes home.

(^ Truly, truly beautiful, it’s a short read but very much worth it)

In For a Pound Series

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17558375/chapters/41378861

25 is too young to be a Dad. That's what Bruce thought when Talia dropped off this baby she claimed was his. Add to that a jealous 11-year-old Dick, and Bruce has his hands full. What does one even do with a baby? Why does this baby scowl so much? And when on earth is Talia coming back?

(^ Very good series with some very fun batfam shenanigans)

Matches

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8074405

What in the hell kind of name for an alias is Matches?

(one-shot, silly, very funny dialogue- bruce is so awkwardly charming I love it)

= Shipping =

Whoever Falls First

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7679041

"There's more kryptonite out there. When the Superman returns, there's going to be an all-star battle royale in the criminal underworld. Every megalomaniacal freak will want a piece of it so they can get a piece of you. And some of them will manage. They'll weaponize it and won't hesitate to use it against you, and when that happens I will not have you flailing around like an idiot."

aka: Bruce teaches Clark how to fight.

(have I recommended this before? I can’t remember, either way it’s immaculately written, superbat one-shot)

pull out the pin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42361755

Revulsion curled in Clark’s gut, instinctual and sudden. He knew, without knowing how, that the creature wearing Bruce’s face was not Bruce.

“Oh boy,” Not-Bruce cracked its neck, turning its grin on the rest of the group, “You do not want to be in this head, let me tell you.”

(superbat and sooo good, also do yourself a favour and just read all of this authors stuff, its always a banger)

Dilectus Meus Mihi...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/301669/chapters/482974

Clark Kent has lost all his memories of being Superman, and Bruce Wayne must retrain him in the use of his powers. But his super-powered identity isn't all he's forgotten...

(two shot, fun and sweet, just superbat falling in love again <3)

my body is an orphanage (we take everyone in)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12683415

He can stand in a room with the League members and receive surreptitious glances from each one of them individually, each one of them trying to communicate with the intensity of their eyes some sort of camaraderie with Bruce, us against the world, which would be funny, would be far less bitter and ironic, if he wasn’t so desperate to affirm with each of them in turn, yes, you are my friend, for better or for worse.

So he lets them have sex with him because it seems like that means a lot to them.

(^ ace bruce!- incredibly bittersweet with a very sweet ending, poor bruce man :c)

ship-to-ship combat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39666915/chapters/99302841

"Clark. What the hell is this," Lois asks, staring at Clark's Bruceman WIP folder. Clark's first instinct is to fly away, but that would still leave his fic on display for her to see. His second instinct is to blast a hole straight through his laptop screen with his heat vision, which isn't much better.

Clark, in an attempt to make some spare cash, unintentionally stumbles into the world of superhero fanfiction, becomes a prolific writer for Gotham's OTP, and tries his best to fend off rival fans who want him to convert to superbat instead.

(^ i really just assume everyones already heard of this one cause it’s just- really well written but its superbat and bruceman(LOL) it’s un-finished but hilarious and surprisingly real and emotional)

as to which may be the true

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7880368/chapters/17998981#main

It isn't difficult to go on in the wake of Superman's death. His resurrection, though, poses a problem—especially when it turns out there's no such thing as the right moment to explain that Martha Kent's obnoxious billionaire friend? Is also the man who tried really hard to shove a kryptonite spear through Clark's face.

(I love post resurrection content it’s so good, superbat)

Nine Tenths

https://archiveofourown.org/works/426785

In which the man who's faster than a speeding bullet is pretty slow on the uptake. Bruce corrects this problem the only way he knows how: by being smarter than the average bat. Stark is more than willing to lend a hand.

(this is so cute, gotta love some jealous superbat, also Clark being the one that hates a random hero for literally no reason is fucking hilarious I love it everytime lol)

Remembering Normal

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11494842/chapters/25786338

Hal Jordan is a totally normal alpha, and definitely NOT gay. At all. Like, even a little. Except there was this once. . .

(steamyy, this author has such an insane grasp on bruce and hal as characters its actually insane, their lvl of dialogue is something I aspire for, batlantern)

Late Night Talks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34941634

Two-face's new partner looks a lot like Bruce Wayne. Surely that doesn't mean anything...

(Twobat, oneshot and the first introduction I’ve ever had to two face/matches malone)

#there's probably more but I can't think what they might be so this is it for now :p #batman #batman fanfiction #dc #dc fanfics #bruce wayne #batfam fanfiction #batfam fanfic rec #batman fanfiction recs #ao3 #superbat fanfiction #batlantern fanfiction #If I make another one imma find more duke fics- love that kid

[lacrimosathedark]

How I deal with Roy Harper stuff is absolute chaos.

I ship him with Jason Todd. I don’t mind the idea of him dating Kori at some point.

I fucking hate RHATO. It’s so bad for all of their characters. It makes Kori the “born sexy yesterday” alien girl instead of the extremely emotional girl full of love and conviction that she is. It reverts Roy back so much and makes him just this side of a piece of shit. And Jason is made into Edgey Protagonist Boy. It’s awful for all of them. Also Scott Lobdel is a creep and he sucks.

Is that where nearly all canon JayRoy implications are? Yes. Do I ignore most of the details of that entire series and only apply it to my personal canon in vague broad strokes? Also yes.

Despite there being no implications of JayRoy before this, I love them together for the sheer potential.

This is not for one to be a morality pet for the other. Roy isn’t there to make Jason look smart. Sure, he’s a dumbass, but he’s also almost as much a genius as Jason is, Jason just had a million more teachers and way less chill. He’s not there just to make Jason feel better about himself. As much as Jason adores him, he still barely let him in, and kept trying to push him away because he was too good. Jason also isn’t there to be Roy’s sobriety crutch. Roy doesn’t need a goddamn sobriety crutch. And if he does, Jason can help (god he fucking should) but his sobriety crutches are Dinah and Waylon, and they just helped him through the worst of it. He can handle shit on his own.

I want Roy to say “fuck that, you’re not the bad guy” not because Roy is an “outlaw” for no rational reason (because he’s not, he’s a hero and never was he not). I want him to say it because he knew the bright bubbly kid who was there when he found out he was a father. The little boy who helped Donna (who Roy also loves) when she was carrying too much and not enough and needed that support. I want him to do it because he knows some of who Jason killed and why. I want him to express that he understands why Jason killed and doesn’t judge him even though he doesn’t kill people anymore (because I think he did as a government agent? and he sure af wanted to after Lian died). I want him to tell Jason just how awful he thinks he himself is, and that Jason is not some monster tainting him with his mere presence. I want him to force Jason to recognize that just because he’s close to Dick too doesn‘t mean he prefers one of them over the other, that the relationships are different and both precious to him and he doesn’t value Dick over Jason or vice versa (because Dick was Roy’s best friend sorta (I mean so were Wally and Donna but like...???) and they need to still be besties instead of trading out one Bat for another) because he feels like people are always choosing his siblings, Dick and Tim especially, over him.

I want Jason to have this unbelievable pride and admiration and fear and hope with Roy, seeing how he got over addiction and spent so much time trying to help others through it, when Jason lost his mother to it. I want him to be able to pull Roy away from the Titans when they stress him out so he’s just not alone (not because he needs someone, but Roy is inherently social and has always done better when people are there for him). I want Jason to help Roy find his daughter. I want Jason to know the child that has become a scrappy Gotham street kid and platonically fall in love with her, love her nearly as much as Roy does because he just can’t help it because Lian is just that wonderful and everyone who’s ever met her adores her and Jason has always had a soft spot for kids (who aren’t wearing Robin outfits). I want him to feel a connection with Lian over their similar and different childhoods, and how much they care about Roy. I want Jason to recognize just how brilliant both Roy and Lian are and actually say how impressed he is just because he can and Roy tbh probably needed the ego boost. I want Jason to have people he can rely on with relative fucking stability because fuck if he can get that from his family. Maybe the Batgirls, but they each prioritize other Robins over him (Babs for Dick, Steph for Tim, Cass also for Tim, or Steph if you wanna count her in this example).

Nearly everything I love about Roy Harper (mostly aside from his design, I like his new styles if you ignore the hat) comes from Pre-Flashpoint stuff. His volunteer work for people struggling with addiction. When he was in Ireland for a while and helped these kids who’d been recently orphaned and making sure they got to a good home when everything was resolved. That time he was essentially a temp PI and worked a case during the fucking AIDs crisis and showed fucking empathy for people and didn’t get bothered when that made people accuse him of being gay (in contrast to Titans Academy where he repeatedly misgenders a nonbinary student boy you are culturally Navajo were there no Two Spirit people there?). His intimately trusting friendship with Dick where they’d do almost anything for each other no questions asked. All of the things he did as a father because god, did the man love his daughter. Pre-Flashpoint Roy is the one I love, and I sprinkle his newer material in very sparingly and carefully.

Jason Todd was all over the fucking place even before Flashpoint so he’s just a mess.

But I see potential for them. Not for most of what’s already written, but what could be.

(Also this does not mean I want their other love interests brushed aside; I want them resolved and befriended. Donna for Roy and Artemis for Jason. Maybe also Kori and Isabel respectively. Fuck Cheshire tho didn’t even tell Roy Lian was alive. Bitch. But damn do I want Artemis back. Also Dog. Give Jason Dog back.)

#Roy Harper #Jason Todd #JayRoy #Koriand'r #Dick Grayson #Lian Harper #Donna Troy #Artemis Grace #Artemis Bana-Mighdall #Red Hood and the Outlaws #RHATO #Jade Nguyen #Arsenal #Red Hood #Starfire #Nightwing #Cheshire Cat #Cheshire

[out-of-context-batfam]

Batman: Gotham Adventures #35

#LOOK AT LITTLE TIMS BLEP FACE I LOVE IT SO MUCH #THAT JUDGE IS VERY IMPRESSED BY TIMS DISPENSING OF JUSTICE #JUDGE: *SLAMS GAVEL* JUSTICE HAS BEEN DELIVERED #TIM IS SO GODDAMN PRECIOUS IN THIS SERIES #dc comics #batfam #batfamily #out of context #Batman Gotham adventures #robin #tim drake #boy detective wonder #funny #dammit tim #blep face #he is so tiny #you go kiddo

[redhoodieone]

BatFamBook

A/N: This is supposed to be a funny one-shot fic! I needed to get this idea out while I’m currently busy with my horror novel, and my series, “Don’t Tell Me.” Hope you enjoy it, if not…I don’t blame you. Y/S/N – Your superhero name.

  Pairings: Jason Todd x Y/N, Bruce Wayne x Selina Kyle, Dick Grayson x Barbara Gordon.

  Warnings: Language, some talks of sex, inappropriate discussions, and etc.

  BatFamBook 

 It has been a secret project for over six months. Tim manages to put the finishing touches on a private website he created for the Bat Family, and even some of the Justice League members. If it succeeds, he’s positive that the rest of the Justice League, Teen Titans, and other heroic teams would use it.

Facebook is still a popular social media website, and while Tim longed to belong to a social media outlet as Red Robin, he was more than determined to create a private social media outlet for all heroes.

Tim Drake texts a link in a group text to everyone in the Bat Family: Bruce, Dick, Jason, Damian, and Y/N.

Tim: Clink this link now.

Damian: Do I even want to, Drake?

Jason: Is it a porn site?

Y/N: That’s gross Jason!

Jason: He’s done it before, so how’s this time any different?

Tim: It’s not a porn site!

Damian: I seriously doubt he’s learned from last time.

Dick: Seriously, why Tim?

Bruce: I swear to God Tim, if it’s porn or another video of newscasts comparing me and Clark, I’m going to remove all computers and coffee products in this goddamn house.

Tim: What??? No! This is the secret project I’ve been working on for six months! Just click on the link now!

Damian: You finally completed your female android for sexual pleasure, did you Drake? Well, I can say I admire you for finally confessing you’ll never be good enough for human females. Hopefully this project gives you another reason to stay alive instead of drowning in your computer work and coffee.

Tim: I swear…

The Bat family clicks on the link, and their cell phones connect to a website called, BatFamBook, a website eerily similar to Facebook. Each person sees their developed profiles, with a picture of each of them as their individual profile picture.

Tim is the first to post a status on his page.

Red Robin: Okay, so here’s my first post! I’ve been wanting to create a special, private social media website for the Bat Family, League, and any other heroic team who comes along. Isn’t this cool?

Robin comments quickly.

Robin: The female android would have been an improved creation than this. Are you that desperate for attention, Red Robin?

Red Hood shares the fast food, Red Robin, restaurant picture on Tim’s page.

Red Hood: I hope the restaurant gets a peek at this and sues your ass for taking their name.

Red Robin: Can you guys stop and enjoy what I’ve done? This is so cool! No one else has created this! I’m the sole creator! I’m the new Mark Zuckerberg!

Y/S/N: Don’t you think this is a little dangerous though? What if someone is able to hack in here and see our private information and stuff?

Red Robin: I highly doubt that, Y/S/N. I built this system with my bare hands. Only I can hack in and see what we’re doing.

Robin: And that is why we totally trust you…Not!

Nightwing posts a selfie in his costume. Holding up two fingers for the peace sign, he smiles at the camera. His charming, sexy self is all on display.

Nightwing: Ladies, ladies, ladies…there’s plenty of me to go around…

Red Hood: Too bad there’s only my girlfriend on here, Dickhead.

Y/S/N: Wow Dick…you’re just oozing with sex appeal on here!

Red Hood: BABE! BABY GIRL! DOLL! STOP LOOKING AT HIS PICTURE! I SWEAR I’M GONNA BLOW HIS BRAINS OUT IF YOU DON’T STOP!

Nightwing: I’m flattered, Y/S/N. But be careful, Batgirl might see your comment!

Robin: Or Starfire.

Robin: Or Dove.

Robin: Or Zatanna.

Red Hood: Man-whore, much?

Nightwing: Jealous?

Y/S/N: He better not be jealous!

Red Hood: I’m not! He’s jealous of us, doll!

Robin: Should I keep going, Nightwing?

Red Robin: Look who’s fucking annoying now?

Batman: Language, Red Robin!

Nightwing: Lmfao at you, Robin!

Robin: Perhaps I’ll kill you too, Grayson.

Red Robin: Great…I really enjoy you admitting to your future crimes, Robin.

Robin: If no one were to anger me, I wouldn’t be making all these deadly promises, Drake.

Red Hood: Y/S/N, just don’t leave me and go for that damn acrobat.

Y/S/N: You’re overreacting! It’s not my fault you’re all so handsome and cute in your own ways.

Red Hood: Do I need to remind you that you’re mine, Y/S/N?!

Y/S/N: I’m sorry, Hoodie!

Red Hood posts a selfie of himself in his costume but holds his helmet at his side and grins in the mirror. He’s sexy as fuck.

Y/S/N: Oh shit…you’re WAY better, Hoodie! You’re mine!

Red Hood: Fuck yeah, doll! I’m all yours…

Nightwing: No comment…

Red Hood: Yeah, keep your mouth closed, Dickface!

Nightwing: Ooohhh…what a burn.

Red Hood: Be offended circus boy…you’re only as sexy as Mister Rogers.

Y/S/N: Can we all just get along?

Red Robin: Maybe we should limit sexy selfies on here.

Robin: As long as you don’t post one, Drake. You’ll blind everyone on here and be responsible for the superhero shortage.

Batman: Robin…

Red Robin: Women find me attractive, believe it or not.

Robin: Your mother is still alive???

Batman: Both of you need to knock it off now or you’re both benched.

Y/S/N: Did you send the link to anyone else, Red Robin?

Red Robin: I just sent the links to Superman and Wonder Woman to check out my precious!

Red Hood: Okay, Gollum.

Nightwing: Cool! More friends on here!

Robin posts a selfie with Alfred, his cat.

Red Hood: Is that your new boyfriend???

Robin: What the hell, Todd?!

Red Hood: If Timbo fucks female androids, then I assume you fuck animals, too.

Red Robin: Thanks, Red Hood!

Red Hood: Only I can insult you and get away with it, Timbers!

Robin: I’ll cut your head off in your sleep, Todd.

Red Hood: I’ll just send Batcow to the slaughterhouse.

Batman: Do not post any threats on here, Red Hood.

Red Hood: So, he could, but I can’t??? How is this justice that you preach so much?!

Y/S/N: Guys come on…just enjoy this website!

You post a selfie of yourself in your sexy, tight costume. With a finger touching your lips, your eyes say “fuck me” into the camera.

Red Hood: That’s my girl! So…fucking sexy!!!

Nightwing: Damn…

Red Robin:

Y/S/N: Thanks guys…

Robin: At least you have the decency to not show off any female body parts, Y/S/N. As for you Todd, I hope you enjoy your last days with, Y/N.

Red Robin: Only our superhero names, demon spawn!

Batman: I swear…I need a vacation from you guys.

Y/S/N: Don’t forget Catwoman, Batman!

Batman: Of course, she’s going with me! You’re all acting like savages, and my headaches are getting worse!

Nightwing: Batman just used an emoji!

Red Hood:  Holy shit! Has hell frozen over??

Red Robin: I can’t believe it! I believe hell did! Mr. Freeze is ice skating there as we speak!

Robin: Red Hood would know. Hell’s his biological home.

Red Hood: Go fuck yourself!

Y/S/N: Guys stop it!!!!

Red Robin: Robin started it!!!

Nightwing: It doesn’t matter who started it, just stop!!!

Robin: Bite me assholes!

Red Hood: Why would we?! You might have rabies and shit!!

Batman: That’s it! That’s fucking it!!!! I’ve had it!!!!!

Batman goes offline.

Red Hood: Finally, he’s offline!

Robin: Good! I was beginning to think our plan wouldn’t work!

Nightwing: Alright Red Robin, where’s the picture?

Red Robin posts a selfie of Batman, lifting his top part of his costume up, showing off his abs, muscles, bruises, and cuts.

Y/S/N: Everyone’s going to love it and laugh their asses off!

Red Hood: I gotta hand it to you, little bro. This project is perfect!

Nightwing: Yeah! I love this place already!

Robin: Even I enjoy this place as well.

Red Robin: Well, I’m glad you all love it. From now on, this place is ours!

Superman gets online.

Superman: Oh wow! This website looks like a lot of fun! We can all get to know each other better!

Nightwing, Red Hood, Y/S/N, Red Robin, and Robin go offline.

Superman: Oh, my goodness! Batman, you posted a selfie!

Batman’s selfie is saved on most electronic devices and has been reblogged over a hundred times.

#dc comics #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #batman #red hood #nightwing #red robin #robin #superman

[ellana-ravenwood]

“You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar”3/3 - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : Thanks to a very jealous Harley Quinn, Batman is finally able to find his wife’s whereabouts. Kidnapped by the Joker since over a week, he’s afraid of what he’ll find when he finally reaches her...

Last part. I hope you enjoyed this little series, don’t hesitate to tell me what you thought of it :). WARNING FOR A LOT OF VIOLENCE YOW !! 

FINISHED SERIES : PART 1, PART 2

my master list blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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Bruce was never going to come rescue you. You tried to stay hopeful, it wasn’t in your nature to give up , but you couldn’t handle it anymore. 

His disgusting touch, the torture, both physical and mental...You just couldn’t handle the Joker’s abuse anymore. But he wouldn’t let you die. He’d bring you to the verge of death, just to take you back again. You were stuck in a loop of pain and agony. 

And Bruce was never going to come rescue you. You just knew it. It had been too long. What happened ? Was he also hurt during the attack ? Was he dead ? Oh god that would be the worst...he couldn’t be dead, he was the goddamn Batman. But...The goddamn Batman, the greatest detective in the World, always found a way, and fast, it had now been almost two weeks...

Was the Joker right ? Was he telling the truth ? Bruce forgot about you ? He couldn’t have...could he ? The clown kept telling you how Bruce kept going on with his life, not caring at all that his wife disappeared. He kept telling you that he, the Joker, would never do that to you...Yes he was a psycho, but when someone was his, he never let them go. 

“Your Bruce” was letting you go. Not even trying. And you started to believe the clown, because...Two weeks. It was a long time. And Batman knew everything, you had no doubt that if he really wanted to find you, he would have used all of his ressources to do so. He would have already find you. Besides, he should have the help of your sons...Did they forget about you too ?

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

Your family certainly didn’t forget about you, in fact, they were closer than you thought. 

A few days ago, Harley Quinn came to Robin to tell him she had informations about your whereabouts. She requested to speak only to the Batman, and after a small conversation, they followed her. 

The thing was, they were starting to think she was messing with them, and their patience was reaching a critical limit. Especially Jason’s and Damian’s.

She first took them to the Narrows, the poorest and most dangerous place in Gotham, and to an old and beat down warehouse full of rats and filth. She went threw the back door of the building, and kept going, taking them threw most of Gotham’s worst places...That was the first night, as the sun rose, Harley just sat on the ground and refused to move until the end of the day. 

No matter how many threats she’d receive, she knew she had them in her pockets, they needed her. They were desperate to find their wife, their mom. So they didn’t do anything, and waited.  

While Harley was sleeping, Tim worked on his computer to try and pinpoint the places they’d been to, thinking there was maybe a  pattern to the ex-shrink’s walk they took with her...but he didn’t find anything. Dick went back to the bat cave to take some food and more supplies. Damian roamed the nearby neighborhood, unable to stay there, not doing anything. Quickly, Jason followed. Bruce sat in front of Harley, and stayed there until she woke up. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t move, not even batting an eye, and when she stood up, he just started to follow her once more. 

Again, Harley Quinn took them threw multiples places, and slowly but surely, they were getting out of Gotham. Damian was about to say something, but Bruce stopped him. For some reason, he felt like all of this meant something, and he was desperate to find you. For the first time in his life, he didn’t find even one little lead to where someone could be. There was just no trace of you, as if you never existed...His heart tightened at the thought. He had to find you.

And so he just followed Harley Quinn, hoping with all his heart she wasn’t trying to mess with them just for the sake of it...He was almost sure she wasn’t though. Because when she came to him, jealousy written all over her face, she just seemed sincere...He was almost sure she was leading them to the right way, but the small percentage of hesitation that remained scared him to death. Because if she wasn't taking them to you, then they were wasting precious time. 

The third night, he ordered Dick and Tim to go back to the cave to do research on their own. Of course, they protested. But Bruce knew they would do as he asked. Damian and Jason would never, and so he chose his eldest and wisest son, and his smartest one to go look for you...

When they left, Harley laughed, and Bruce had to grab Jason with all his strength to stop him from jumping on her. Which made the clown’s ex-girlfriend laughed a bit more.

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

-Why do you resist me darling ? 

You were a fighter, and even if your family forgot about you, you weren’t going to give the Joker the satisfaction to do what he wanted. You were going to resist, no matter what. Of course, as the days went by, you lost more and more the will to resist him...But today, when he spoke about how he satisfying it was to kill Jason, it awoke something in you, and you spat in his face, blood mixing with your spit, spreading around his scarred and scary clown face. 

He laughed. Of this laughed you hated so much. When he finally calmed down, he slapped you with all his might, and it almost knocked you down. 

-Why do you resist me darling ? 

You just smiled provocatively at him, and he lost his awful grin. He hated being provoked. But at the same time, he loved it. It was thrilling. Before you, he only had Harley, and that girl just couldn't resist him at all. While you...you were so difficult. It was perfect. 

You held your breath as his face approached yours, and stopped just an inch away. You knew what was going to happen, and automatically, you tried to get away, but you were bound tightly on the chair you were sitting on. There was no escape. There was never any escape. 

He smiled, of this horrible smile you hated so much. And his lips connected to yours, forcing for the thousands time his tongue in your mouth. 

You repressed yet another gag, and tried to bit his tongue like you did the first time...but he knew how to handle you now, and he took his tongue out before you could do anything. He pulled away, and his cold eyes filled with only hate stared at you. 

-Do you know why I took you here ? 

Yes. You knew. He told you the story a thousand time. 

One day, he saw you on TV while in the Arkham Asylum, and he just couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. You had an “amazing aura”, everyone around you just had to look at you, and the best of it all, is that you didn't even know that. Stupid Brucie Wayney had his arm around your waist, and he knew in an instant that man was not worthy of you. That man couldn't treat you like a woman like you should be treated. 

-You mean, tortured and abused all day ? Is that how I should be treated ? 

You managed to say, your voice weak and raspy. He looked at you, tilting his head on the side slightly, and gave you a smile that was almost sympathetic. Almost, because his eyes didn’t move at all, proving the smile to be fake, and because it was the Joker, sympathy was a foreign concept to him. 

-Not exactly. What is happening now is to...train you. Once you understand we’re made for each other, it’ll be different. Promise. 

-Your promises don’t mean anything, you freak. 

Talking hurt your throat, as water was sparse and when he tortured you, holding your screams in was putting a strain on it. But you were determined to show him he’ll never be able to convince you of anything. Well, except maybe that your family forgot about you...but...did they really ? You hoped that...The Joker took you away from your thoughts :

-Oh but you should trust me a bit more little lady, I’m much more that you think I am.

-Much more psychotic, much crazier, much...

-Shut up ! Shut up ! 

You bit your lips. You had done it again. You made him mad. And now, you were going to regret it dearly...But to your astonishment, he immediately calmed down and turn his head to you. He cupped one of your cheek, and liked your lips. You winced at the feeling, disgusted with all your being by him. 

-You don’t get it. Let me help you get it. 

You were ready. Ready for yet another one of his torture session. But to your surprise, he untied you, and you fell in his arms. You didn’t want to be in his arms, but you were too weak to be able to move...He took you up bridal style, your head fell back, as you didn’t have the strength to hold it up, and your arms went limp on your sides. 

Your heart started to beat faster with fear. He was taking you toward the bed. He was taking you toward to bed !! 

He threw you on it, and you tried to crawl away from him, without much success. You were just too weak...Maybe a week ago you would have find the strength to fight back, but no, you had no chance. You couldn’t even lift your head to see what he was doing. 

His hands on your body made you shiver in disgust and fear. He was taking the remnant of ruined clothes you still had off. You tried to kick him off, but your attempt resulted in a slight twitch of your legs. 

You closed your eyes as his filthy fingers roamed your body, letting go of everything. Your heart slowed more and more and...

The noise of an explosion near by made your eyes shot open. You turned your head slightly, and saw that one of the concrete wall just bursted into bits. The Joker left you, getting quickly to his feet. 

The last thing you saw before loosing consciousness, was him. Finally. Your Bruce. Your Bruce looking at you quickly, his eyes full of fear and relief. And your children, staring at you, in pain for you...

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

Harley Quinn didn’t mess around with them. Turned out, there was a pattern to her little walk around Gotham. 

At each place they stopped, while the boys weren’t looking, she picked a key up. And on the fourth day, finally, she took them to a place way out of Gotham. 

As Bruce looked at her opening a door that was in the ground, using one of the keys to do so, he thought that there was indeed no way he could’ve found you by himself. This place was far from the Joker’s usual turf. And even if he looked, he could have never found a lone door in the forrest, in a place that seemed to be chosen at random...He shivered as he thought about how well thought the Joker’s plan was. But it made him hopeful. If he went threw all of this trouble, then it meant there was a chance you were still alive...

They went threw corridors and corridors, Harley sometimes opening a door with one of the keys to go threw it, and walk threw other corridors. It was a true labyrinth. There was no way they’d ever find their way...This place was a gigantic underground building.

Bruce wondered what it used to be, and how the Joker found it. But he quickly dismissed those thoughts, only focus on getting you back. He looked at his boys, and the look of determination on their face made his heart swelled. They were going to get you back, no matter what. 

Finally, they came to a humongous room, and in the middle of this room, was a concrete box with no doors. Looking around, Bruce noticed multiple torture object that made his heartbeat faster. 

Harley Quinn stopped in front of a control panel next to the concrete box. 

-She’s inside there. There’s a code to open a wall. I don’t know it though, he wouldn’t trust me with it...

She bent her head down, sadness on her face, and Bruce turned away from her. He didn’t have time to cheer her up. He nodded to Jason, and the boy immediately understood. He took a bomb out of his belt, and put it on the wall. They all got away from it, and waited. 

The wall bursted into bits, and they jumped in. Harley stayed behind. 

The first thing Bruce saw, was your  beaten body, naked, on a bed that looked exactly like the one you and him had back home. He only looked at you for a fraction of second, turning the anger and fear he felt inside him toward one person...The clown. 

Damian and Jason were unable to move to go fight the Joker, and stared at you. Tears were welling up in your youngest’s eyes. No matter what he’d like to think, you knew he was a sensitive boy, and seing you there, on the verge of death, clearly abused more than any human could handle, he just couldn’t help his tears...

Jason finally moved to you, and wrapped you in the sheets, covering your body that he just couldn’t stand looking at. 

All the while, Bruce was loosing it. It reminded him of the time the Joker killed his son, killed his Jason...He wanted to go out and kill him, he wanted to destroy the clown, but you convinced him otherwise. Because it would ruin everything he stood for, and because it would never bring Jay back. This time, as he punched the Joker again and again, stopping any laugh from coming out, it was Jason’s turn to save him from doing something he’d forever regret. 

As Damian was sitting next to you, holding your hand tightly against his heart and brushing a shaking hand on your hair, Jason calmly walked to Bruce, and with all of the strength in his body, tried to restrain him. He spoke soothing words in his father’s ears, he didn’t let go of him until the bat calmed down, and slumped weakly in his son’s arms. 

This time, Jason was there for him, filling in for you as best he could. He succeeded, even though his entire being was screaming at him to kill the Joker, he didn’t do it, and stopped his dad from doing it. He couldn’t let him do it, not after all the things you all went threw. 

Bruce finally regain his senses and, tears in his eyes, ran to you. You were unconscious, but your heart was still beating, thank God ! Jason helped him lifting you in his arms as delicately as possible, while Damian refused to let go of your hand. 

When they turned around, The Joker and Harley Quinn were gone. But they didn’t care, they had to get you to safety, they had to get you to a hospital. 

They made a quick call to the bat cave to tell Dick, Tim and Alfred they found you, and all reunited in the hospital, out of costume. 

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

You woke up after two days in a coma that scared the shit out of your boys. When you opened your eyes, Damian’s head was on your belly, and he had tangle one of your hands in his hair, just like you did to soothe him back to sleep. Dick and Jason were both holding your other hand, while Tim’s head was resting on one of your thigh. Bruce’s face was in the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling you, as he was sitting next to you. 

They were all asleep, but when they felt you move, they stired up instantly. 

Relief and love were on all their faces. You took away your hand from his hair and brushed your thumb on Damian’s cheek, proceeding then to ruffle Tim’s hair. You squeezed Dick and Jason’s hands, and gave a look at Bruce that meant : “Yes, you can kiss me”. 

His lips were soft against your chapped ones. His lips on yours were the best things you felt, ever, as the memory of the Joker’s disgusting lips faded away.

You stayed a long time in the hospital, and they took turn in looking after you, staying with you. They made sure you knew how much they loved you, and how your death would have destroyed them. You made sure to show them that you weren’t going anywhere, and that you felt better every day. 

You were heavily scarred, but alive. More alive than ever actually. 

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

Forever, the scars that the Joker left reminded you those weeks of agony. But your Bruce made sure to also remind you that he’d never let you go again, that he would always be there to protect you, as he covered those damned scars with his infamous love bites. 

The scars reminded you that you could be strong, that you could fight, that if your will was made of iron. It made Bruce realize that you were stronger than he thought, and that you really were a special one. His special one. 

The scars reminded you how much you loved your family, and how much they loved you. Bruce almost killed the Joker for you. Jason didn’t kill him for you. Damian and Tim were wrecked at the simple thought of loosing you, and Dick...Well, Dick was the most optimistic of them all, so the way he did not smile once during the time you were in the hospital, his face filled with worries, was enough for you to know how much he cared about you. 

In the end, these scars became some sort of a blessing, making your family stronger than before. 

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

Somewhere around the Gotham’s area, a few days later : 

The Joker and Harley were in hiding, in an abandoned building. She was in a pretty bad shape, after the Joker unleashed his wrath on her, even though she saved him, patched him up...

Because of her, you slipped threw his fingers. His plan was perfect, but she had to come in and ruin everything, as always. 

He was sitting in an old and rotten armchair, as she was rubbing herself on his legs, like a dog. She was so pathetic. It calmed him down a bit to see her like that, at least she was at his mercy. She would accept anything. Not like you...

But in his head, you were the only one. He had to take you back. 

-Puddin’, please...

He looked down on her, eyes full of disdain, and, raising an eye brow, he said : 

-Shut up. I’ll properly deal with you later. Right now, I have to think...

-You’re not thinking about her again are you ? She doesn’t love you like I do ! I would have let you do all of those things to me, without resisting like she did ! 

-I know you would, that’s why you’re so boring. No, I don’t need you. She...She’s the one. I won’t rest until she’s mine again...

Harley refrained herself from telling him that you were never his anyway, and continue to rub herself on him. She was going to get him back. Somehow. But she knew it was going to take a long time, as his thoughts were only for you...Maybe...Maybe the only solution was to get rid of you ? 

As the Joker kicked her and stood up, going to stare out of the window, Harley Quinn smiled to herself. Yes. That was it. That was the perfect plan. 

She was going to get rid of you someday. 

The end ?

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[cbk1000]

Part two of BTS of Why Is Jenn the Way She Is What Happened In Her Childhood to Produce This??

This series began and ended with Klaroline, but more importantly, it began and ended with Caroline. Even before TO really got off its feet and horrified us all with its first wobbly preggo steps, I knew it was unlikely that Caroline would play a large role in the show. So that was my goal in the beginning: simply to transplant Caroline into TO, to explore her burgeoning relationship with Klaus, but especially to explore Caroline as the wonderfully flawed and flawless character she is. She was a perfect foil to Klaus: not just romantically, but as a way to explore immortality from a new perspective, to line them up side by side, to show that evolution in its various stages, and at its most extreme ends. Caroline was at the perfect jumping off point for a writer with a boner for tackling all the most difficult questions of immortality: young, poised between humanity and vampirism, with one foot in her old insecurities and the other in her revelations about humanity and relationships. She was fun, she was heartbreaking, she was the very bitchslap Klaus needed when he was in the midst of an unchecked tantrum. She will forever be one of the best characters I've ever had the pleasure of trying to do justice to, and I think her character arc was immense, and thank god for my unrelenting obsession with her, because I never would have found the necessary satisfaction in canon. Canon degraded, regressed, and threw her aside; I wanted to do the exact opposite. I wanted her to climb out of the tiny box of Mystic Falls; I wanted her to realize how shitty and unfulfilling and damaging her time there was; I wanted her to understand that she didn't deserve it. I wanted her to be young and confused and a little lost, but, Jesus, that's ok, you know? She has so long to  grow into herself. And I had three years to follow and document that growth, and frankly, I'm sad it's over, but I'm also proud of where she's at as a character now. As challenging as Klaus was, Caroline was equally difficult. People underestimate Caroline; she's the easy one. She's not the thousand-year-old murderous manbaby who somehow must be shaped into an actual relatable character that human readers can sympathize with.

She's not the easy one; she has so much depth and love in her. The writers underestimated her potential and trapped her in a shitty podunk town with Lieutenant Colonel of the Shitheel Fuckboy Brigade (I cannot emphasize enough how much I hate Stefan), and I could never let that fucking stand, so in reality, even if TO had realized all our most fantastic headcanons, I'd have still shit out a War and Peace-sized brick about why Caroline Forbes is objectively The Best and if you disagree you are wrong.

But most of all, this series was about the Originals and my obviously unhealthy and persistent obsession with them. This is what the goddamn show was supposed to be about: one thousand years of disturbing murder angst. They had the opportunity to examine these characters from various different historical perspectives, to really dig down into the deranged but seemingly unbreakable bonds between some fucked-up but fascinating individuals, and, well, you know what we all got instead. And I was so salty about it that I wrote over half a million words of weird murder fic.  And it was challenging and time-consuming and really, really exhausting sometimes trying to balance all these various different perspectives, to write Rebekah as a terrible bitch who is still somehow heartbreaking, and Klaus as a nearly irredeemable shithead, and Kol my little creepy murder Peter Pan. I spent weeks and often months researching the flashbacks. Random lines and scenes would wake me up in the middle of the night. I neglected Mr. Jenn. (Ask him about how I shut myself up in our bedroom like a hobo and issue strict orders that I am to be disturbed only if the house is on fire, and even then he better have tried everything to put that fucker out before jarring me out of a writing trance.) I poured everything I knew, every skill I had into trying to bring them to life, to understand them, to sympathize with them, to explore their relationships with each other, with history, with humanity in general.

And speaking of relationships...

We come to the other elephant in the room. That cardinal sin, the realm of aqua-haired Mary Sues, the dreaded OC. Poor Tim, precious murder child to some, unsympathetic narrative usurper to others. Tim was never intended to be anything more than a recurring background character who would emphasize just how fucking old these people are. Here's an acquaintance from literally a hundred years ago, just chilling in the same pink-cheeked pretty boy face he had in 1915, because has anyone mentioned how old all these fuckers are? And then I thought, you know what, I wanna' see Klaus turn and mentor someone. I want to see him manipulate and corrupt someone for the sheer joy of it. I want to show what Caroline is really getting into; I want to show all the darkest bits of him. I want everyone to know that this guy doesn't always have a plan; it's not always a scheme. Sometimes, he's just bored and he wants to ruin someone.

And then I sort of started feeling sorry for the poor bastard, because really, he seemed like a nice enough kid, polite, sexually confused in a time period when exploring that confusion would literally get you jailed. Not a slick British guy with dimples and a pun for all seasons; someone painfully awkward, someone with a deep and abiding kindness, no matter what. And then, well, he and Kol started banging, only I made the mistake of developing a friendship first, and there was this oooooohhhh noooooo falling sensation and I realized for better or worse this ship was sailing, and that I had better develop him as an individual outside of their relationship, so here we are, two years later, tap dancing and weird porn and all. He was supposed to be killed off, first before I bothered to delve into him, and later when he was bitten by the werewolves. But I didn't want to write in a shock death, I didn't want to kill him just because I knew some readers really liked him, and I kept coming back to something my sister said to me, which was that gay guys never get the happy ending. And that's true. I've watched a fair amount of LGBT films, and in almost all of them, someone leaves or dies or contracts AIDS, and we all learn a valuable lesson about the dangers of Being Gay. Happy endings are for heteros. That bothered me. A lot. Kol was always going to leave--that was always going to be his ending. But I was much hazier so far as Tim was concerned. I kept coming back to what she said, over and over again. Like, you know what, yeah--yeah. Men aren't supposed to end up together. That's what every movie has taught me. We can maybe excuse women for it, but that's not what Manly Men do. They need to be punished for even trying. So I threw them into the sunset and screamed, "Run, you fuckers!!" and now they're somewhere on a beach, doing it.

This is already too long (story of my life), so I'll just wind it up with this: I'm not a popular writer, and I've wrestled with that over years of posting fanfiction, and I wrestled with it while posting this series, especially as the shows began to jettison their audiences and that began to be reflected in review numbers. You wonder, if it's you, if it's the show. You wonder if anyone is listening. So for everyone who followed this series from the very beginning, who joined up later, for everyone who is still inexplicably here, for even those of you who aren't: thank you. Thank you to those who messaged me, who reviewed, thank you to those who followed silently along, lurking bashfully in my hit numbers. Thank you to everyone who encouraged me, thank you to everyone who talked me through some rough scenes, and some rough feelings. I never really had any faith that I would finish this in a way that satisfied myself or my readers; it was too big a project, too ambitious, too far beyond my abilities. And yet here we are, and you know what? I feel pretty good about it. (Gross but-what-am-I-going-to-do-with-my-life-now??? sobbing aside.)

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[jeffosta]

The Oscars Need to Take a Stand: No More Category Fraud

I’ve been a longtime fan of the Oscars, I usually defend it and I actually do think it historically represents the year. What, you think we were so great in April of 1969 that 2001: A Space Odyssey or Midnight Cowboy had a chance at Best Picture? During Vietnam and Nixon? No, OLIVER! was going to win because we were delusional, escapist, loved singing the whites of songs, and the only thing we knew about the future was short form writing would include excessive use of exclamation points.

This year’s list of nominees has received lots of attention for pointing out two recurring flaws in the Academy: sexism and racism. Those are heavy burdens for the Academy to apparently not bear at all. For more on those, scroll to the bottom of this post or go on Twitter.

Let me look at a different flaw, one that is now systemic through all of awards season and needs to be stopped: Category Fraud.

Category Fraud is the gerrymandering of awards season. Voters don’t choose you, you choose voters. Well, at least producers can choose the competition for their stars. Most category fraud in the Emmys deals with Drama vs Comedy and Limited Series vs. recurring. With the Oscars, it has been happening in the supporting actor/actress categories. Studios decide they want their second stars to compete in a category where they trounce actual supporting roles in screen time and star power. I mean, who are you going to vote for, some shlub who nailed a few scenes, or rising A-List star Alicia Vikander who had 59 1/2 MINUTES OF SCREEN TIME in The Danish Girl? She’s in half the movie. That’s about how long the Little Mermaid is on screen in the goddamn Little Mermaid. Also, Alicia was so good that year, she should have been up for supporting for Ex Machina and lead for The Danish Girl, and fuck it, maybe she deserved two Oscar wins in the same year she was so good.

Anyway, the most obvious example of category fraud this year is in best supporting actor, a category featuring 5 Oscar Winners (Pitt’s for producing) that looks like a movies hall of fame ballot. Most egregious is Anthony Hopkins in The Two Popes. The movie is about two Popes. The Netflix description under the title is as follows: “They disagree on almost everything. But to forge a new future for their church, these holy men must face their past.” That’s what the movie is about. It’s about two popes. The lead story is about the meeting of the two popes. The story is about the two of them, their differences, and their inevitable intersection. They share so many scenes together, we’re always aware of where the other character is and what they’re up to... how is one a lead and one piece of supportive encouragement? It’s bullshit.

The second most obvious case of fraud is going to be the category’s winner: Brad Pitt in Once Upon A Time In Hollywood, A Night in Ukraine (that’s a theater joke). The movie is about an actor and his stunt double. The actor, Leonardo DiCaprio, is obviously a lead, and in theory the stunt double, Pitt, has the primary function of supporting the actor for whom he doubles. Historically, Tarantino’s films have been able to fudge the lead vs. supporting line- Christoph Waltz has two Oscar wins for movies in which he likely has the most screen time of anyone. However, in ...Hollywood, Brad Pitt has a 30-minute section of the film to himself, plus he orchestrates the entire final act while Leo chills in the pool. He’s a co-lead. Al Pacino should be winning a second Oscar this year because his character supports the lead story line. The main reason the Irishman is so long is because they have to set up how a delivery guy from PA runs into the great Jimmy Hoffa, rises to his become his protege, then... you know. It’s Frank’s (DeNiro’s) story, but how he deals with Hoffa’s input is the movie. Pacino was incredible. That’s an incredible supporting performance.

The Academy won’t complain, however, because they love it. It favors stars. Why have Brad Pitt and Leonardo DiCaprio fight for recognition when you can assuredly guarantee them both some much-needed attention. Just look at this category: Hanks, Pacino, Hopkins, Pitt, Pesci. Why wouldn’t the Academy love that? Stars can get a favorability push to win Oscars (Frank Sinatra has an acting Oscar?), but now they’re winning this category in cases when they should be winning in the leading contests. The year after Alicia Vikander’s win, Fences bet that shifting Viola Davis’ star power to the supporting category guaranteed her an Oscar. They were right, and leading actress winner Emma Stone was probably pretty happy about that. This may be too hot of a take, but against La La Land Viola would have taken that category. Also, in Fences, Denzel dies and the movie continues, so his story line can’t be the only essential story line. That isn’t an epilogue that follows his death. It’s a continuation of her story line, which is central to the film’s plot, making her a lead.

What’s especially disappointing is what the supporting category can mean for actors. ‘Above the Title’ stars don’t need an Oscar nom to stay above the title. Think, however, about what a nomination means for rising star Florence Pugh who, fair or not, to some critics and consumers alike has had her rise to fame undeniably legitimized with a nomination. Think about the excitement level of then-up-and-comers like Edward Norton in Primal Fear, Julia Roberts in Steel Mags, Amy Adams in Junebug, Jeff Bridges in The Last Picture Show, Julianne Moore in Boogie Nights, Lucas Hedges, Jonah Hill, Tim Roth, Kate Hudson, Haley Joel Osment, Barkhad Abdi, and how about Viola Davis for Doubt. She went from playing “CIA Chairwoman (uncredited)” in 2005 to Oscar nominee in 2009. What about acting work horses who finally received their first nod after years of good work such as Hal Holbrook, June Squibb, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Chazz Palminteri, Naomi Harris, Sally Hawkins, Pete Postlethwaite, and Jackie Earl Haley, a former child star who triumphantly returned to film after decades-long break. These story lines are exciting. Allowing stars to nudge their way into this category risks nudging out the workhorses, the up and comers, the best supporting performances of the year. It’s misleading, disingenuous, and it’s furthering the ongoing, self-inflicted de-legitimization of the sexist and racist Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences.

Sexism- Male directors deliver achievements whereas women directors merely offer a female’s perspective (Joker over Little Women? Get tf out of here).

Racism- Focusing on acting categories, a person of color seemingly can only be nominated if they play a slave, someone who's poor, or work with drugs. There are exception, obviously, but come one. Look at some (most) winners: Lupita Nyong’o for 12 Years a Slave (but certainly not Us), Octavia Spencer for The Help, Monique for Precious, Halle Berre was poor in Monster’s Ball, Denzel for Training Day and Glory, Sidney Poitier was a poor traveling handyman in Lilies of the Field, Viola Davis was poor in Fences, Mahershala Ali in Moonlight, Regina King in Beale Street, Javier Bardem (drugs), Benicio Del Toro (a cop who stops drugs), Hattie McDaniel, etc.

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