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j4gm · 6 months
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SPOILERS!!! REFERENCES AND EASTER EGGS IN F&C ep. 5: DESTINY
I'm a week late on this post because I had some stuff going on last week, but let's go!
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The opening scene reintroduces us to Ice Finn, who was briefly cursed by Evergreen's crown. We see him abducting a family, who will become part of the pile of frozen bodies that made up the area where he and the Lich opened a portal to the Multiverse in Crossover. At the end of that episode Prismo moved the crown to the site of the Mushroom Bomb's explosion, freeing Farmworld Finn from the curse. But he remains a frightening figure in Farmworld's mythology, as demonstrated by this scarecrow that Simon steals his new clothes from.
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Fionna telling Simon to relax because she's an expert at post-apocalyptic RPGs is ironic considering that Simon has survived and raised a child in an actual apocalypse.
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Big Destiny appears alongside returning Destiny Gang members Tromo (far left) and Trami (fifth from left, just next to the mast). Tromo was assumed to be a boy in her first appearance; it's possible she's transed her gender. Big Destiny claims he was the one who defeated Ice Finn, which is most definitely not the case, but it seems like nobody is in the mood to dispute his claim.
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This is Farmworld Wildberry Princess. She's a butcher just like her Ooo counterpart. Fionna also assaults Farmworld Starchy, and Farmworld Chet is the guy who was surprised to hear that Cake could talk. I'm not sure if there are any other recognisable characters amongst the crowds at the Farmworld meeting place, except of course for...
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Choose Bruce! He was the person who gave Farmworld Finn his sword-arm in his debut episode, and is obviously the Farmworld version of Choose Goose. The evilness of his Ooo counterpart doesn't seem to have manifested in quite the same way, except that he is as shady a salesman as ever.
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Fionna has a copy of a magazine called Mle, which seems to be the Fionna and Cake version of Ble. She also has Finn's iconic flute.
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Peanut exclaims "magic fist" when he sees Cake use her powers, which was the name of Finn and Jake's wizard disguise when they entered the tournament in the episode Wizard Battle.
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Peanut also mentions Fionna's missing nose, which is the first time someone has brought up the art style discrepency in canon. Fionna does in fact have a nose. It's just not drawn in her universe's art style.
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Farmworld Finn's house is reminiscent of the Tree Fort, with its corrugated roof, haphazard wooden construction, steel chimneys, and the ladder steps leading up the trunk of the tree behind. But it still has its own unique design.
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And here is Farmworld Finn himself! His retractable axe-arm is cool.
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He is a widower with five children. As you probably already know, Jay (previous image) and Bonnie (third on left) are named after Finn's kids from Puhoy, who were themselves named after corruptions of Jake and Princess Bubblegum's names. The other three kids on the right are unnamed in the episode's credits, but have characteristics of some of Finn's other "children". The first on the right could represent Neptr, who Finn created in the episode What is Life. The middle on the right likely represents Stormo, who was spawned from Finn's DNA in the episode Goliad. The far right can't really be identified with any existing characters, but he has green eyes like Huntress Wizard, perhaps symbolising the potential of Finn's relationship with her or even being an explicit indicator that Farmworld Huntress was the mother of these children.
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Jake is still alive in this universe. He was possessed by the Lich for a while, but was freed at the end of Crossover.
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Finn throws a stick of bubblegum into the soup for some reason. I've seen various theories about what this is meant to mean but none of them really seem likely to me. It was probably just a nod to the fact that Princess Bubblegum doesn't appear anywhere else in Farmworld.
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Old lady Marceline's broken laser gun and Farmworld Finn's sword arm are mounted on the wall, alongside other artifacts.
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Bonnie has doodled a Candy Kingdom on the wall.
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This is the first of at least two times that Cake suggests selfcest.
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This is the crater from when the Mushroom Bomb blew up. Just like in its original appearance, it remains unclear why its impact was small compared to the bombs that exploded during the war. Perhaps time dulled its power, or perhaps the Lich's spirit was enough to make it more threatening than any conventional nuclear weapon. As previously mentioned, the crown got blown up here because Prismo teleported it here in Crossover. Out-of-universe, this was an explanation for a minor continuity error where the crown was present in a scene it shouldn't have been in during Finn the Human.
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Little Destiny is afflicted by a lesser version of the curse of Evergreen's crown, since she's only wearing one of the jewels. This is why Jay says she feels cold.
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Bartram! This is Farmworld Finn's beloved mule. He was reluctant to sell Bartram in order to pay off the Destiny Gang, which was the catalyst for his discovery of Evergreen's crown. It's good to see that he was at least able to keep his mule after that whole ordeal.
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This show has conditioned us to expect blood when someone dies, so perhaps Farmworld Finn isn't dead despite this looking like a killing blow. Either way, I don't think we'll be seeing him again.
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The dream in this episode's credits is a bunny with a sword.
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hibiscera · 6 months
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🩹 🌴 🤔😞 for… DRUDY!!!
............. Moth Time. 😏
🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your character have any physical and/or mental disabilities?
His autism adhd swag. 💖 as well as The Horrors.
🌴 PALM TREE — does your character have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening?
YES to a degree!! He's not as knowledgeable as, say, Pammy. No one is, she's literally part plant.
But he knows what he needs to in order to grow the plants he needs to feed his darling caterpillars! 🥰 And I do think it really is something he enjoys!
I like to think in his yard he has a more casual garden that he maintains for Not Mutant moths and butterflies. A place he can admire them outside of the lab, and where Kitten can run around and play! Pam definitely helped him with it, she gave him a lot of good gardening tips once they became friends.
🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your character’s quirks/mannerisms?
Type of guy who needs to pace around when he’s thinking or infodumping for sure. I feel like when he emotes sometimes, he almost tends to come off as a bit exaggerated? When he’s higher energy at least.
Post-mothening is fun because then he got a bunch of mannerisms from being part moth. Occasionally stopping to clean his antennas, the way they shift and twitch when he’s inspecting someone or something. Vibrating to adjust his body temperature or even just agitated. His wings unfolding and being on full display as a threat display, even involuntarily, when he’s threatened or afraid. There’s so many good ones.
Though I just thought, it would be fun if he kind of had equivalent mannerisms pre-mothening. Running his fingers through his hair instead of grooming his antenna, intense leg bouncing when he’s annoyed…
😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your character attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?
Hmm… I feel like he’s more of the kind who tends to be left alone, usually being the one to gravitate towards others.
As a kid of course, there was The Bullying and people trying to be around him to make him their pet freak and the like. 😭 The weird bug kid who’s easy to get on the nerves of and humiliate. 😞
Once he’s older, he’s always the one reaching out to others (ironically with the exceptions of Poison Ivy, Penguin, and Scarecrow. They all found him first!!), particularly as Killer Moth trying to get people to hire him. You know what they say about moths and flames. He’s the one who’s always gotta put himself out there and make himself known, which I think works for him, since he’s so about making a name for himself and making sure he has control over how others see him.
Then post-mothening. Things get interesting, since he can’t hide that he’s a giant fluffy mothman who is sometimes on the news for trying to flood Gotham City with mutant moths. You get tourists wanting to take pictures with him, you get people approaching him to ask him if he’s THAT Killer Moth. But also kids who are so wide eyed seeing a big fluffy mothman and wandering up to him to ask questions. 🥺 None of it super bothers him though… he’s finally being seen as how he wants to be seen.
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trixtersurvs · 1 year
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001.
How much did your senior prom dress cost you? I don't remember how much my prom outfit cost in hindsight. I went to prom last over a decade ago...
What dreams have stuck with you since childhood? I've always wanted to write a book and damn it, one day I will!
Have you ever been in a serious romantic relationship? Yes
Did you ever take your dog to school? No
If you had had a baby in high school, what would you have named him or her? Ugh, probably something awful like Bella from Twilight because I was that kid
If you had a baby now, what would you name him or her? I don't ever want kids of my own so I don't think about stuff like this
Have you ever seen someone throw up on a plane? No
Do you get motion sickness? I've only had it once
Has God ever healed you of anything? If so, what? No, I don't even believe in "God"
What is the most boring church you have ever attended? The Catholic church is hands down the most boring place ever. Would rather watch old people play bingo
What is the most lively church you have ever attended? When I was in high school, a friend of mine tried to convert me by inviting me to a weekend long "music festival" that ended up being a Christian music camp type thing. It was 100% not my cup of tea but people were definitely very lively there
Do you find church fun or boring? Boring
What do you hate the most about summer? The heat. Quite frankly, I don't like much about summer to be honest with you
Which part of your body is the most muscular? Calves
Did you ever take Latin in school? No, they didn't offer it when I was still in high school
Which major holiday is closest to your birthday? New Year's
What is your favorite Japanese name? Souji
Have you ever ran a cash register? Yes
Did you collect Bratz dolls when you were younger? I didn't. Bratz came along a little too late for me
Do you think your mom is attractive? Of course
What was the last thing that disappointed you? My "bosses" (they told me to stop calling them that) being fucking awful to me
Do you like the feeling in your stomach on a big drop on a roller coaster? It's a love/hate relationship for me
Skeletons or scarecrows? Skeletons
Do you own pumpkin earrings? No
What computer game did you used to play all the time? The Sims 3
When was the last time you read a book? I think it was right before Christmas
Would you allow your children to date prior to 16? (assuming you want any) I don't want kids but if I did have them, I wouldn't see a problem with this
What was the last restaurant you made a reservation at? Hm... I couldn't tell you honestly. I usually just go and hope for the best
Which app on your phone do you tend to get the most notifications from? Discord for sure
What is something you gave up on after many failed attempts? Drawing honestly. I could just never find my own style
Do you watch political shows? Not inherently political, no
Do you play any fantasy/roleplaying games? What? So many, I can't possibly list them all
Do you like salami? I love salami
When was the last time you ate meat? Like 20 minutes ago
What was the last hot drink you drank? Hot drink... hm... probably coffee whenever I got it last from my favorite coffee shop
Have your parents met your boyfriend/exes? Most of them, yes. They haven't met my current partner in person yet though
How about your boyfriend’s parents? Met them? No
Do you know how to say I love you in at least 4 languages? Yes
Do you find the sound of a cat’s purr relaxing? Yes
Do you know your mum’s first pet’s name? I don't think so... she has definitely told me before but I can't remember it
Would you ever want to be famous? If so, for what? No. I've seen how it can affect people and I don't think I could live like that. I'm also just way too sensitive
Would you ever get a heart tattoo or your back? I mean... sure?
What fruit can’t you stand? Kiwi, only because I'm allergic to it
Do you know anyone autistic? Yes, my partner is on the ASD spectrum
How about someone bipolar? Sure do
What do you consider private to you? Pretty much everything. I'm an extremely private person and I have a hard time opening up about anything other than surface level stuff
Name somebody you know who deserves a better life than they have: Frankly, me
Name something that you’re good at but don’t like: Calculus
Name something that you’re bad at but DO like: Hand crafts like knitting, sewing, etc.
Name somebody who has tried to help you and ended up hurting you: Most of my ex-partners
Name a date that has a lot of significance to you: December 10
Name something in your life that was a blessing in disguise: My whole ass last relationship ending
Name something that you’ve done that would be considered rebellious: I snuck out once...
Name something you wish you had enough money to do: Travel the world
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a-joke-about-bats · 2 years
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Thoughts on other Joker ships like:
riddlejokes lex jokes
I guess following the naming scheme joker x scarecrow would be Scarejokes lol
I love this ask! In my opinion Joker loves Batman the most and that's his #1, but he definitely fucks around with other people.
Riddlejokes: 90/10
I don't ship these 2 in a romantic way, but I KNOW THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS. DC TOLD ME SO THEMSELVES. The way they HATE eachother but also Joker has shown mutual respect towards Riddler like when he asked him for help in Dotf. Riddlejokes is prime best friend material among the rogues gallery!!!!! I'm a huge huge huge fan. I think Jokers best friend order goes: Harley, Catwoman, Riddler.
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Lexjokes: 100/10
I KNOW THESE 2 FUCK. there is no way they don't. Lex falls right into Joker's type of the billionaire with an attitude. Also they both love someone else so the conditions of their relationship is very explicit between them. Fuck buddies and the best of the A-list villains. Lex finds Joker an absolute nuisance but that never stops Joker does it? They are coworkers and are heavy players in the legion of doom and I think they are around eachother often. Love Lexjokes 💖
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Catjokes: 9/10
Again, not romantically but THESE 2. THESE 2 AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP!!!!! OH MY GOD it's so good. My favorite Joker relationship outside of Batjokes. The one thing I hate about it tho is how.... kinda homophobic it feels if u look at it logically. Like Joker is just a tool for a writer to be like "look at Joker be the homophobic nightmare trope! He's trying to breakup the main heteroship!" BUT WHEN U IGNORE THAT BECAUSE FRANKLY THATS DCs M.O. THEY ARE SO HOMOPHOBIC SOMETIMES 🙄🙄 Joker and Selina have such an interesting relationship. They understand eachother because they both love the same man,only opposite sides of him. and it's so interesting how Joker is jealous of Selina and Selina is jealous of Joker, but they get together to hang out often. It's like.... frenemies but in a way that's deeper than riddlejokes? It's hard for me to articulate why I love these 2 as a catty friendship but they hit different.
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Jarley: 0/10
Hell no. I hate them together romantically it's AWFUL and so bad. I don't like how Harley thinks of Joker as a victim. And how Joker treats Harley is self explanatory as to why I loathe it. I do love Joker and Harley as gay besties tho in a similar vain to Lego Batman! Also, I think it's a super complicated ship because I think Joker used Harley, but later on I think his feelings became more serious and he kinda loved her because he talks all this talk about killing her but when push comes to shove he never does and he also KNOWS that she knows him better than anyone- even Batman. It's so wierd. I am not trying to romanticize it at all and I despise the ship, but Harley's influence on his life should not be ignored or chalked down.
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Punchjokes: -100000000/10
Fuck. No.
Scarecrow + Joker: 5/10
I don't see it, but I gave it a 5 cus it's not crack and there's basis for the ship. BUT scarecrow's a little bitch who I don't think Joker respects. I can't get behind this ship because Scarecrow is a sniveling rat that pisses me off. I will say tho their teamup during knightfall was funny.
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Twoface + Joker: ?/10
I want to like this ship but I read a fic where the Twoface and Joker banged and it was so alarming ive been scared of this ship ever since. This ship is the monster that lives under the bed. I'm scared.... very scared of this pairing. ALSO for concrete evidence Joker said he doesn't respect twoface in dotf so I don't think the vibes match.
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Penguin + Joker: 3/10
Okay so this one is wierd cus I'm pretty sure they hate eachother now but their rivalry is also kinda funny? And before the current interpretation of their dynamic, in the '66 version and around that time I think Joker and penguin got along really well. ALSO THE WAY PENGUIN LENDS JOKER ROOMS IN HIS LOUNGE DESPITE THE WIERD FUCKING SHIT HES CAUGHT JOKER DOING SKSBSKJSKSJJSJSOSKE.
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Anyway, that's the end! I was pretty thorough! Hope u enjoy my opinions 💖
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risusnet · 2 years
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I’m not drunk.
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Jonathan Crane x Reader
Summary: It’s the weekend and [Y/N]’s apartment block is full of parties. She’s at home ignoring all of the chaos until a drunk Jonathan Crane accidentally breaks into her house
Prompt: You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good. - “well this is awkward.”
Word count: 1,316
It was 10 at night and you were sitting at home watching Netflix on your TV, unwinding from a long week. It was Saturday night and you had learnt that going out at night was not the brightest idea when you lived in Gotham. Crime plagued the streets and it was safer at home. But, that didn’t seem to bother anyone else as there were multiple parties going on and you were almost certain that one of Gotham’s villains, who happened to own an apartment on the same floor as you, was throwing one of their own. Of course, that just meant that instead of intoxicated college students partying, it was intoxicated criminals, oh goodie, what could possibly go wrong.
You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts when you heard sounds outside your room. Your cat, Biscuit, was the first to investigate. He got out of his bed when he had been curled up for the past 4 hours and sniffed the bottom of the door. You didn’t move from the sofa but fully sat up and turned your head to the door. You were about to turn away when the door swung open.
You gasped. “Uh. Hello?!”
Your cat started purring and nuzzling the leg of the man who had just showed up. He looked up and also seemed alarmed. 
“Sorry, I think this is the wrong apartment.” He said. Yeah, he’s definitely wasted. He kind of looks like Jonathan Crane.. Wait a second, that is Jonathan Crane.. As In Dr. Crane the Scarecrow.
“Aren’t you that psychiatrist-villain guy, Scarecrow?” You thought acting calmly was probably the best, if he’s drunk he might just forget all of this and not gas me or whatever.
“Oh, yeah.” He nodded absently.
“Well, this is awkward.” You giggled a little.
“Are you going to call the police?” He asked, though he didn't seem to be too worried about that prospect.
“Eh, my cat kinda likes you so we’re good.” You looked down to Biscuit who was still affectionately nuzzling his leg.
“Wow, so it’s that easy?” He smiled and knelt down to stoke the cat who then eagerly bumped Jonathan’s nose. “He’s cute. What’s his name?”
“Biscuit.” You stood up and went to get a glass of water. “Do you want a drink- that isn’t alcohol, of course, you’re clearly drunk already.” 
“I’ll have a glass of water please- and I’m not drunk-” He laughed, “What gave you that impression?”
“Yeah, sure, Einstein. You’re totally not drunk.” You rolled your eyes in amusement and handed him his drink and he began to sip it with a small smirk on his face, knowing he wasn’t fooling anyone.
“I never got your name,” he glanced up from his glass and looked you in the eyes.
“[Y/N],” you smiled and met his gaze.
“That’s a pretty name, I’m Jonathan but you already knew that.”
“Are you here with the party?” you questioned, tilting your head slightly.
“Yeah, but I'm not really a partying and drinking type of guy. I kind of got forced to go.” He admitted, “Harley Quinn stole my phone so I couldn’t call a taxi home and said I could only have it back after it ends.”
“You’re not keen on going back?”
“Not at all, I originally intended to wait it out until it ends but I ended up getting drunk by accident.”
“How on earth do you accidentally get drunk?” You joked.
“Quite easily actually, when you’re surrounded by partying mobsters you can suddenly feel more inclined to do what they say.” He seemed a lot more relaxed than when he first came here.
“Do you want to chill here until it ends?” You said, as if he wasn’t just a stranger who just broke into your house 15 minutes ago.
“You wouldn’t mind that? I mean I did just break into your house..” he smiled slightly as he remembered the circumstances of your meeting.
“Like I said, Biscuit likes you so how bad can you be?” You grinned and sat down on your sofa.
“Alright. I suppose I could stay..” he playfully smirked and sat down on the other side of the sofa.
“Do you want to watch anything?” You gestured to the TV.
“Just put anything on. I don’t mind.” He replied to which you nodded and decided to put on a completely new show you had never seen before.
About an hour had passed. You and Jonathan sat a little closer now and your cat was curled up on his lap. The show was really good, it was a British show called Peaky Blinders or something like that, you forgot.
“You kind of look like that one guy.” You grinned.
“Which one?” He smiled with a slightly confused look on his face.
“That.. That Tommy guy!”
“Where? I can’t see him.” He looked at the screen.
“There!” You point. “Oh great you missed him!”
He lightly laughed. Being with him has been really nice, who would have thought.
“There, that’s him.” You said, finally pointing him out.
“I don’t see the resemblance.” He smiled and rolled his eyes.
“Really?! You two look like brothers and I’d believe it if you said you were.” You looked back at him. 
“I think it’s the eyes. We have similar eyes.”
“Eyes? Literally the only thing different is your hair and the fact you wear glasses!” This playful debate had really put you in a good mood.
“Maybe you’re just thinking about me too much while watching this.” He teased.
“You’re literally sitting right next to me.” You defended yourself.
“Whatever you say,” he leant back on the sofa again and you both continued watching.
Time flew by quickly and you and Jonathan had both fallen asleep on the sofa. The time was about 2am and at some point you had ended up with your head resting on his shoulder. 
A knock was heard from the door, waking you both up. Realising your position you looked up and was instantly face to face with him. You smiled and stood up.
“Someone’s at the door.” You yawned slightly and Jonathan stood up.
“I’ll get it.” He walked over to the door and opened it.
“Hey Jonathan! I was beginnin’ to think you’d got lost! You’ve been gone for hours.” A bright and slightly drunk Harley was at the door.
“Harley. How did you know I was here?” Jonathan seemed slightly confused.
“Oh. Riddler told me. He saw ya wander this way..!” 
“Ah. I see. Do you have my phone now?” He questioned.
“Oh, of course! That’s why I’m here, silly!” She pulled out his phone and handed it to him. Then turned to you who was standing on the other side of the room in the background. “And bye to you too, Jonathan’s friend!” She smiled and waved to you and you waved back politely.
She was soon gone and the door closed.
“Looks like it’s time to go.” Jonathan checked his phone. “Wow, two in the morning?! I never expected to be out this long.”
“Are you gonna call a taxi now?”
“Yeah,” he replied, dialling a number. “One second.”
He ordered a taxi and they told him they would be there in 5 minutes.
For the remainder of that time you both turned to the TV to finish the episode until his phone pinged and told him the taxi was here.
“It was nice meeting you, Jonathan.” You looked at him.
“I don’t think this should be goodbye.”
“What do you mean?” You tilted your head.
“Can I have your number?” 
“Sure.” He handed his phone to you and you typed it in.
He got up to leave and you followed him to the door. You hugged him goodbye and as he walked away he turned around, smirking and said, “Next time we see each other, it won’t be me breaking into your house, hopefully.”
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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years
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Gotham Villains x Hotel Owner!Reader || Headcanons
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Explanation / Topic: You run one of the cities dingy hotels except this one, in all of its glory, is only ever visited by bad guys. Your hotel is well known as the place rogues hide away in when they're planning or they're just out of action for a while because you refuse to give up information to the police no matter what (Its proprietor-client confidentiality! Ha ha) and you're treat them fairly (Although- on the kinder side of course)
These are the many ways they show their gratitude, no matter how small.
Character involved: Most, if not all, of Fox Gotham's rogues. Except Ra's Al Ghul because he bores me. Nevertheless, not just the Legion Horrible's like the picture might lead you to believe- that's just the picture with the most villains that I could think of.
Warnings: Probably too much fluff. I'll make a sequel to this with the less-then-pretty, nitty grotty details of this hotel too probably XD
Barbara likes to invest every now and then, "Just making sure my affairs are in order baby- gotta make sure my hidey hole's still there when I need it." but she always adds a little something for you to buy yourself 'something pretty' (Since your style is SO plain, according to her but then again who isn't plain compared to her XD). This little something is always upwards of a hundred dollars. She's such a sugar mommy you cant convince me that she isn't-
Butch (Or Cyrus Gold, or Grundy. he has too many names) has made it clear that if you ever need help, you can always call him and he'll be there. Very gangsta about it. He's such a big, tough guy but such a softy on the inside XD When he had Grundy brain, he still had some kind of tracker in his mind like dogs do that took him 'home' (To your hotel), dragging Ed along with him. He gave you a big, bone crushing hug when he got there.
Dr Strange is not allowed in as he'll steal your guests and experiment on them.
You don't know Ecco too well yet and vice versa but when she turned up with Jeremiah and Jervis- you definitely appreciated her presence more then that of Jeremiah's. You were still sore over Jerome and didn't trust this new brother. Still, you complimented the bullet in Ecco's skull, saying it was pretty cool, and now she loves you XD When she's in the neighbourhood she occasionally likes to pop in and say hello; Spread a little chaos, you know the deal.
Honestly you probably new Bridgit long before Strange forcing upon her the heat resistance thing and her becoming Firefly. She of course didn't remember you but soon *warmed* up to you after you gave her one of the few rooms with a fireplace and easily forgave her when she accidentally set the couch in her room on fire (I mean its for sure not the worst thing that has happened within these walls- no worries). She has been known to go around lighting the fireplaces for you under the pretence of having fun (Which is true) but also so that you can worry about one less thing. Firefly is also one to come chat with you if she's bored.
Fish Mooney obviously doesn't stay with you very often at all, because this lady can find better dwellings (As, no offense but your hotel is kiiiiinda dingy. What can you do about it, though? You house rogues and a lot of them don't have a lotta money) but she still absolutely appreciates what you do. She'll send bad guys that she does business with that have deeper pockets then your usual client, your way. She's also kind to you, which to me is even better honestly haha XD
Headhunter stays with you a lot when he's on business and often reminds you that you get a discount from him if you require his services. Hey, you keep him in milkshakes! He's gotta repay you somehow.
Okay, the twins. You knew Jerome first and got off to a bad start with Jeremiah due to that. Still, we aren't talking about relationships; We're talking about nice things. So moving on. Just assume that you warm up to the brainier twin.
These two are hard XD Cuz their 'good' and 'bad' sides kinda blur together as they're so unpredictable and don't really care about anyone.
Still, I can see Jerome being pretty light with you and valuing the fact that you can keep up with his banter- so he keeps you alive. You're basically his mother actually, despite the possible lack of age difference. Like, he wants to show you stuff he does and tell you about chaos he's created.
And Jeremiah honestly appreciates that you'll listen to his long speeches (You've gotten pretty good at just sitting and nodding your head and you've perfected the art of the well placed understanding noises like 'Hmm' and 'Ah!' and 'Oh dear' in your line of work)- so obviously, you're invaluable to him. Must keep you around. I mean, Ecco listens, but does she really understand? That is the question.
When he's around, Jervis is very polite and gracious. He'll duck into the kitchens after dinner and start helping you with the dishes and clear dining tables, he'll ask you how you are and mean it (Like, he'll stand there and discuss it with you), he'll try to keep Jerome from barging into your room in the early hours of the morning, etc. Just nice things like that ^^
Magpie tries not to steal from you... Haha XD Like, she'll pick up a pretty clock off a mantle piece and then go to leave with it... then realise that this is yours and go 'Oops!!' and put it back, giggling nervously.
... When she leaves you still find various items from other places in the hotel, in her room, but still. The fact that she tries is enough!
Mr Freeze is a pleasure to have around, of course!! He's quiet, he nods to you when he passes, and he's there to freeze assholes that harass you (And then take them outside so they don't melt all over your carpet). A respectful dude. He has frozen Jerome multiple times... particularly when Jervis has been unsuccessful in persuading him not to wake you up at 3 in the morning.
Ivy gets so happy whenever she sees you. Lots of hugs and telling you all about how she's been. Her energy is enough to cheer you up, and on your birthdays she always brings you a new plant that has meaning to her. Like, a sunflower for how kind you are, a Ficus for abundance, etc. Always in a pot of course, never dead. So of course, you have to take care of them but its a small price to pay for the sweetness ^^ And the not being murdered thing.
Like Mooney and Barbara, Oswald doesn't stay often due to having that mansion from his father but he remembers your kindness from when he would fall on hard times before that (And after the fact, too of course) and whenever he's making some kind of mafia deal he always ensures your and your hotels safety in the contract.
Pyg / Lazlo (I cant decide which name I like best XD) is just very polite, like Jervis. Gentlemen. Also his impressions- God. Have fun with that. He might just do your favourite Looney Tune character if he's in a good mood.
With Ed... look, if you even try with his riddles without being prompted, he'll do anything for you. It's well documented. I'm not sur about nice deeds, cuz Riddler's kind of a dick, but he'll for sure send you a birthday card every year! Christmas probably too ^^
Scarecrow: I will not spray you today. You: Gee thanks. // No but seriously, he's quiet about his gratitude but he is definitely once of the good ones ^^ Would absolutely take it upon himself to come save your ass if you got abducted.
Tabitha... well, you know how Headhunter will you get a discount if you want someone killed? Tabitha will do it for fucking free.
Hey, if you feed Victor (Zsasz), you have a friend for life. He will bring pizza and just hang out together. He is also willing to murder someone for you.
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*Sees three of the Advisers* Aaaaah, my obscure babbies! I'm glad to see you again! And they're actually doing something useful!!~....Just wished Horikoshi gave those three names. Guess I'll just call them the Three Mutant Trio.
Yes!! My god, I’m so excited about them! And also nervous, because I’m preparing to see how much I’m going to get jossed on my relatively established headcanons for two out of the three of them. But more excited, because YES, MLA remnants! Skeptic still talking about Re-Destro! The MLA caring about heteromorphic discrimination! MLA leadership fully prepared to elevate a weak-quirked heteromorph to the voice of their whole movement! No discussion at all of quirk supremacy, just more talk of liberation!
Seriously, I’m so pleased by the idea of the MLA holding up Spinner as their new voice. I’m not so blinded by my MLA Standom that I think they’re doing it because they believe Spinner himself--or anyone in the League--really wants to be their new voice, but I do look at it as pretty solid evidence that, as I’m always harping on about, the precepts of Liberation are more concerned with freedom and acceptance than with power. If they were just looking for the person who’s An Strongest, after all, they’d go with Shigaraki or Dabi, but they went with Spinner instead. This means they think Spinner’s existence can speak to their ideals--it must follow, then, that at least this group of MLA types believes their ideals are compatible with the fact of Spinner’s weak quirk.
And maybe people like Trumpet or Geten would disagree, but, you know, it’s not news that there are people in the MLA who have different interpretations of the precepts. Geten’s interpretation never clicked with anything about Skeptic’s role and talents; a bunch of MLA heteromorphs looking at Spinner, looking at the cult following Spinner is picking up amongst dissatisfied heteromorphs across the country, and thinking, “Yep, that’s our guy,” when Trumpet would go, “Ugh, really? Him?” is entirely in keeping with the idea that the MLA attracts people for a variety of different reasons because the status quo hurts a variety of different people.
But, as regards the Spinner Squad specifically, one thing I hope we do get is the girl one (Nimble, at least until I get another name for her) getting anything cool to do. I am extremely fond of the one with all the speaking lines (Scarecrow, ditto), but he is Spinner’s Number Two; Nimble is Spinner’s Number One. I’ll be a little sad if Scarecrow is the one taking the lead every time we see him just because his personality is more aggressive. On the other hand, if we find out that he does most of the talking not only because he’s a militant little firebrand, but also because Nimble’s lack of a mouth means that she can’t talk, I will be completely stoked that I totally nailed that in my fanfic treatment of her. She should definitely still get something to do to demonstrate why she’s the top-ranking member of the three, though.
Of course, I’m already totally stoked at the implication that the Spinner Squad are all heteromorphs, because it almost certainly means that Scarecrow’s weird bug legs are real limbs he was born with, meaning I did nail it in my fanfic treatment when I pegged him as some sort of insect heteromorph based on those legs and his small stature. No clue if the rest of my guesses about e.g. his prosthetics will be anywhere near the right ballpark, but I’m very excited to find out.
And yes, very excited as well to get anything more on Cementoss’s Unsettling Cousin, one of the advisors I had the fewest thoughts about because there was so little to go on.
I have some concerns about the development, certainly. We already know Shouji is due for some big scene later, and there’s a long history of stories juxtaposing the “nice/good” minority member against the “extremist/bad” minority member; Spinner and the MLA stand to slot neatly into that extremist=bad position, and that’s not even getting into the idea of bad actors like All For One trying to steer the movement. But dammit, Mezo “Has worn a face mask for over 300 chapters because he’s ‘kind’ and doesn’t want to ‘scare’ people” Shouji has not earned being the “good” spokesperson for heteromorph rights.
I’m sympathetic to him, but the kid didn’t even push back when a classmate directly insulted him based on his heteromorphic appearance. You can’t be a voice for change when you’re being silent! I welcome him speaking up, but before he looks at the audience to tell us, “Spinner and them have a point, but they are Taking Things Too Far,” he should start by pushing back against the way certain of his classmates and friends resort to bigoted language against heteromorphs as soon as a heteromorph makes them angry/annoyed/mildly inconvenienced.
That said, even with my concerns, Chapter 329 was such a breath of fresh air. Moreover, it was a triumphant vindication against the anime’s butchering of Spinner’s arc and, very specifically, the decision to cut the CRC+any and all mention of heteromorphobia. Suck on that, BNHA Production Committee.
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Marinette sighed as docks came into view.
She didn’t like that it was at the docks. Everyone with half a brain knew what happened at the docks.
She’d come prepared, of course. She had hidden a bulletproof vest under her hoodie, there was a pack of fake blood in her pocket… but her head was uncovered. There was no way to protect herself from that kind of attack without being suspicious and she hated it.
She swallowed down the lump in her throat, pulled her hood up, and speedwalked the rest of the way to her ‘job interview’.
There were a bunch of crates around. Not a surprise, it was still the docks, but the labels of ‘acid flowers’, ‘fake weapons’, and ‘red lipstick’ just kind of drove in the fact that this was an interview to be a Joker goon and she was so fucked.
She sidled up to the weird line that had formed.
There were eight other people there already. A group interview, she thought sarcastically.
The first three in line were obviously Joker fanatics, with deathly pale skin and bright smiles. The other five of them seemed to be regular goons that had run out of options.
She glanced at the time. Eleven pm exactly, just when they were supposed to meet. She was probably the last one.
“Well, this is a shitty way to spend Juneteenth,” said the kid next to her.
She snickered a little before she realized. A kid? Shit.
“Hey, how old are you?” She asked quietly.
They shrunk back a little more. “Fourteen.”
“Great. Good that you know the legal age to start working, that’s good. What’s your actual age, though? I’m not going to tell.”
“... twelve.”
“Okay. Alright. You need to leave.”
“You just want the spot,” they said, glaring at her.
“Shut up. I don’t even want to be here. You need to go because things are about to get really messed up --.”
She saw something out of the corner of her eyes. Too late.
Joker emerged from a pile of boxes and slowly walked down the line. She straightened a little under his gaze. It took everything in her to not glare at him.
“Now, as you all know, there is only one spot open --.”
“Yes sir,” said one of the Joker fanatics eagerly.
Joker’s gaze snapped to him and in one swift motion his gun was out. Marinette closed her eyes so none of the blood would get in them.
He blew a bit of smoke from the barrel, that smile still in place, and then turned back to everyone else. “Sorry. I do hate suckups.”
Marinette thought that Harley would disagree. She didn’t say it aloud -- Joker didn’t like smartasses, either.
“Okay, with only one spot left… I want to make sure that I get the best person for the job.”
He set the gun down on the ground and rested his foot on it.
“Any questions?”
Marinette hesitantly raised her hand.
His eyes narrowed at her. “Yes?”
“That gun only holds six bullets -- well, five now that you’ve shot him -- and there’s eight of us left… can we improvise with our own weapons?”
Joker looked at her for a long time before his smile split wider. “No. You can still kill someone with an unloaded gun.”
Marinette thought she was going to be sick.
Joker slowly backed away from the gun and then pushed himself up onto the nearest crate.
There was a beat where the seven of them looked at each other.
And then there was a mad grab for the gun.
Marinette grabbed the back of the kid’s shirt and dragged them over to hide behind a crate.
She ignored the first gunshot as she peeled off her hoodie and then started tearing at the straps of her vest.
“Take this, duck your head, and run. Zigzag. If you get shot, go limp and pop the fake blood in your pocket. How are you with --” Another shot. “riddles?”
“Uh…?”
“Nevermind. Go to Scarecrow for a job. Tell him that…” Another shot made her temporarily forget the old pseud she had used for him. “... Carrie! Tell him that Carrie sent you.”
The kid’s brown eyes were bright with terror. Scarecrow would love them.
One more shot was fired in the time it took the kid to put on the bulletproof vest and hoodie.
She pushed them towards the exit and waited to see them start running before jumping onto the crate.
Not that bad but tw: murder
There were two people left -- a normal woman and a fanatic. They rolled around in the blood, trying to get the upperhand enough to shoot without risking wasting a bullet. Joker smiled brightly as he watched the two of them, clapping and laughing like this was a comedy or something.
Marinette looked down at the two of them, considering, and then jumped down. The blood on the ground splashed onto them. The normal one yelped and looked away on instinct. The lady got a new piercing, which is terrible news for her but great news for them.
The fanatic pushed the body off of himself and slowly advanced on her. She stood stock still, eyes locked on the gun.
It slowly raised to her face.
She tore her gaze from it and she looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Make it quick, will you?”
The man grinned and pulled the trigger. The gun clicked. Empty.
She smirked.
His eyes widened in realization and her hand came up to steal the gun from his hands. She twirled it around her knuckles and then socked him in the jaw as hard as she could.
The man’s head jerked back and he was out like a light, falling back in the blood with a splash.
She glanced over at Joker. “Do I really have to kill him? That’ll take forever by hand… or by… gun-hand.”
Joker chuckled and nodded.
Marinette’s nose scrunched as she looked down at the man. He was stirring slowly, because getting knocked unconscious hardly ever lasted even a minute.
She jumped on top of the fanatic and started whaling on him, using the gun as makeshift brass knuckles. It kind of hurt, guns were definitely not made for that, but she doubted it hurt her as much as it hurt him if the blood and gore splattering over them like the mist of a demented fountain were anything to go by. The man tried to push back against her but she just moved up to pin his arms under his knees and continued working at pounding his face in.
He went slack. She didn’t believe him. It hadn’t been long enough. She did use it as an opportunity to switch the hand the gun was on, though. A few more punches in he brought himself back to try and plead with her.
Couldn’t have that. She started aiming at his mouth, trying to get him to just shut up and die already. Disgust built in her throat like the blood he was trying desperately to cough up, trying to get a breath of fresh air in. She smashed his nose and the gasps became more panicked, the breaths gurgled. She gave him one more hit to the temple.
His head lolled. She drew back a little, silent except for her ragged pants. Her chest heaved. His didn’t move.
Tw over
Joker’s clapping picked up.
She slowly lifted her head to look at him. He looked delighted.
She wiped at the blood around her mouth to try and speak. All it did was smear.
“Done, Joker, sir,” she said softly.
“Yes. Well done,” he said. “Now, clean up the bodies for me and I’ll take you back to the warehouse for your first assignment.”
She sighed a little and started dragging the bodies to the water.
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Marinette was cold and wet from a quick dip in the harbor (no one in Gotham is all that phased by people walking around with blood on them, but she’d felt all sticky, so...). The fact that she was about to be a Joker goon, and meet up with other Joker goons did not help.
She stepped into the warehouse. Twelve pairs of eyes turned on her.
“Nathalie? Nathalie!”
A person ran over, skidding to a stop only a foot away with a bright smile.
“Emma,” she breathed.
Emma, somehow, brightened up even more at being recognized. As if Marinette would, somehow, not recognize her.
She watched the woman bounce on the balls of her feet for a moment before realizing what she wanted.
“You… there’s a lot to catch up on… you can hug me,” Marinette said softly.
Emma gathered her into a hug so tight she thought she could pop and Marinette could only stand there in shock.
Emma squeezed a little more and then pulled back, smiling brightly. “I can’t believe… I thought you were dead!”
And then Emma’s face darkened. She pulled back and slapped Marinette, which she totally deserved but ow.
“I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD, YOU ASSHOLE! I SAT BY YOUR GRAVE! I FUCKING MOURNED YOU!”
Marinette gave a weak smile. “... tada?”
She got slapped again. Also very deserved. Also very ow.
And then arms opened and she leaned in to nonverbally accept another hug from Emma.
“You’d better have a good reason for fake dying,” she said.
Marinette glanced over at Joker, who was watching the two of them with a thoughtful expression. It was nice to pretend he was finally realizing the beauty of meaningfully connecting with other people. He was probably just making a mental note of their bond so he could exploit it later.
“I do. For now… what are we doing?”
“Blowing up orphanages in the shape of a smiley face,” said Joker brightly. “No more orphans means no more Robins.”
Christ --.
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Everyone relaxed when Joker left, even the four-ish fanatics seemed relieved. Never meet your idols, she supposed.
She sat herself down on a crate marked ‘explosives’ -- a bad idea but whatever -- and everyone sat down like a bunch of kids listening to their teacher tell a story. The mental image made her smile.
She noticed that a good half of the people there were younger than her. Her smile lessened a little.
They all gave her their names. She told them that, despite what Emma said, she now went by Marinette and would prefer if they called her that instead.
This sated everyone enough to leave Emma and her alone. Or, at least, they left the room. They were probably listening in on the other side. Henchmen are the biggest gossips.
“So… what’re the chances, huh?”
Emma sighed. “Well, at least I know it’s still you. You still stall like a dumbass.”
Marinette giggled a little. It was more nervous than happy, though.
She didn’t want to lie, Emma didn’t deserve that. She’d just… leave some critical information out. Definitely not lying. Don’t look up what lying by omission is, just trust her on this.
“I got out,” she said. “Remember how I died?”
“Of course. Riddler killed you.”
“He tried. He saw me stealing the stupid weapons that he wanted and he told me a stupid riddle and I found a way around it. He tried again, and I found a way out of dying again. After that… he offered me a way out of being a henchman.”
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. Marinette looked at the ceiling to prevent them from falling.
“It was a way out. He was offering a job, food, water, a house -- a house, Emma! I couldn’t just say no.”
Emma’s face softened instantly. She’d been a henchman far longer than Marinette had been, after all. Any goon would give anything to get out. Even their friends, if they had to.
“Why’d you die?”
“It felt like the right time. Symbolic, I guess, to ‘kill’ the old me when moving onto a ‘new life’.” Then, Marinette gave a weak smile. “Also, I figured it was about time to let Nathalie Sancoeur rest. She’d been dead for at least two years at that point.”
Emma gave a wet laugh. “Nathalie was a real person? That explains why your ID said forty-something when you were, like, sixteen max.”
“I managed to get alcohol with it a few times, too,” Marinette half-joked.
Emma frowned. “You should have told me. I thought we were…”
Friends. Family, even. But...
“I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me,” she said. It was probably the most honest she’d been in years.
“I couldn’t be disappointed in you. Not for that,” Emma said. Then, she smiled a little. “What was it like?”
“Better.”
The words ‘not good’ hung in the air without her needing to say them.
Emma smiled sadly.
“How’d you end up back here?”
Marinette’s lips twisted into a grimace. “I don’t think there’s a way to get out of the hole. Not really. Best you can do is hold onto a branch and enjoy the view for as long as you can while you wait for it to break.”
Emma nodded her understanding. She’d been a henchman for longer than Marinette had, after all.
“... so, how did you end up here? Even that old job we had with Penguin was better than this,” said Marinette.
“Fail to get out of the hole enough and eventually you stop trying.”
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TheBetterCanary: beat the shit out of a joker stan today so i think my life is going pretty good
SpoilerAlert: 👨‍🦯👨‍🦯
Daylightwing: As You Should.
Oracle: Oh dear, seems like I’ve gone blind now, too.
Batman7: As long as no one died...
DeadHood: Not as good as beating the shit out of the real thing but still pretty good.
BlackBat: :D
TheOneTrueRobin: Good for her.
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MY TOUGHTS ON PART ONE OF RED HOOD BY CHIP ZDARSKY :)
Finally I have read part one of the Red Hood story in Batman: Urban Legends!
This story is very interesting, we start with the Red Hood looking for the people who are providing Gotham with a new drug. This drug “Cheerdrops” has been passed around for weeks at this point and it has had devastating results among it's users. If you know Jason you understand that drugs are a big issue for him and one that he treats very carefully and seriously. 
As he interrogates people he arrives to the building where one of the dealers of this drug is supposed to be, there he finds a horrific scene, a boy is desperately trying to wake up his mother who appears to have overdosed in her bed. Jason is quick to call an ambulance and get in contact with Oracle in order to find the boy's father who is (as he finds out later) the man that he was looking for. 
Jason sees this scene and can't help but compare it to the time he went through this situation with his mom all those years ago, so he takes the boy with him so he can take him to his father, who Jason is hoping is a good man that had to sell drugs in order to help his family.
That's basically the premise of this first part of the story but now i will write about my thoughts on the specifics of the story.
The story begins with Jason giving a speech about fear and how it's used, 
"Fear. Its a tool, it's his tool. I never really adopted it, maybe because he kept that fear all to himself." Then he continues with "Never had to rely on it, had to work harder to take out the bad guys, had to be...more direct." he finishes that thought with "Rubber Bullets. So that fear doesn't get turned around on me."
I for one really liked this Fear speech, it does really sum up what the Batman does, he relies on the Fear that he imposes on Gotham's criminals and such while Robin on the other hand was never meant to work with fear, which is true.
It did remind me of the speech that Alfred gave in issue #10 of Under the Red Hood about how Batman works with fear and Jason had some thoughts on it, here is some of it, 
"Master Jason had a condescending practice of referring to the costumed criminals elements as 'dress ups'. He also noted that such individuals did not fear the Batman the way street thugs and mafioso did. The 'dress ups' did not believe he was a monster." "...the boy did say something to me that chilled me to the bone...even then. 'They all know he won't kill them.'"
Anyway let's go back to the actual comic I am talking about...
Jason speaks from his position as Red Hood in current time and says that he uses rubber bullets in order to keep the Bat at bay, the fear that the Bat uses against other criminals cannot be used against him if he plays within the Bat's rules.
As he was doing that he was actually trying to get info about who is making the drug but all he was able to get was who was selling it to the person he was interrogating. This drug is dangerous and Jason has to work fast. 
Here is where we see the first flashback scene, we see Jason in the cave before he was able to go out as Robin and he is not to happy about it. The art is very beautiful but sadly in these panels i found my first problem with the context of Jason becoming Robin and how Zdarsky seems to set Jason's feelings on the first Robin.
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It seems that Zdarsky is going for the “Jason believed Dick was the perfect Robin and no matter what he did he would never be as good as him” route, which fine ok, that's your right but, is it really necessary? I must admit i am a little tired of this particular thing because i adore the fact that when Dick and Jason first met they were fine with one another (even if a little wary at the very start). And the whole competitive and “i will never be as good as X person” is really tiring in the Robin/Batfamily fandom.
That problem is not as significant as the next one though.
Jason not thinking that Robin was “badass”. Well this is not only a bad take but it's completely OOC for Jason, no matter how you see it. From his first appearance as Robin to the flashbacks in Winick's UtRH and even through both of Lobdell's runs Jason has always loved the concept and the mantle of Robin as a child. 
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Batman v1, #385.
So that whole take is wrong, i don't like it and also who on this or any universe would rather call themselves Batboy? Honestly i hope this is never brought up again or i will cry. ((((Also in this house Robin will always be the name that Mary gave Dick and then he used as his hero name so it hurts a lot more))))
Also at the end of this first flashback Jason discovers a room full of firearms and is obviously surprised because Batman hates those so he asks why he has them, B responds that he has to understand how they work for his detective work, but that's not all he says, he also says this “...Guns are a coward's weapon, and we will not be cowards.”
Alright Mr. Zdarsky i see the irony... i also see the Daredevil / Punisher thingie right there.
Anyway we are now back to the present where we see Batman seeing the effects of the drug in one of its victims, after saving that person he takes some samples of the drug. We also get to see two police officers with different views on the “masks”, that's a nice way to set the story after the Joker War and before the Magistrate. 
Back to Jason, he seems to be struggling, he can't find the people making/providing the drugs in Gotham and is also doubting his skills, he tells a man that if the information that he gave him is incorrect he “will find him” followed with another internal speech full of self doubt, “...sure thing Red Hood, right now you can't even find a street drug. Half of Gotham's teenagers could find it no problem. You never were the best detective.”
Alright, so Jason feels insecure about his skills now? First you have pre-Robin Jason not feeling like he could be able to keep up with the first Robin and now, Jason as a grown man has doubts about the skills that he has used for a long while now? I mean, press X for DOUBT because UtRH showed us how much of a badass and extremely skilled he is. This man planed everything in order to turn the Bat's world upside down (and this story has references to UtRH so it definitely happened) and now he feels like he is not that good? 
Shit. i know where this is going, first the insecurities that he has already worked out... I can see it coming, the next big thing will be Daddy issues. Wonderful i hate it and i hope i am wrong because those “issues” are more than resolved, i know that's the only trope DC throws at Jason but honestly how different will it be this time?
Fine, lets move on. Jason finds himself in one of the apartments and what he sees is horrifying. Lying on a bed there is a woman completely catatonic with a horrible smile on her face and right next to her a terrified little boy.
Here is the best take on Jason's character so far. 
Realizing that the child is scared of the situation and the masked man that just came into his home Jason takes off his mask and reassures the kid that he is there to help, it's quickly made obvious that the woman has overdosed on Cheerdrops, he makes sure to call an ambulance for her stating that she seems to be in a  drug-related coma.
Its important to note that Jason is doing this as he is having troubling thoughts about how much this scene reminds him of the time he was in this little boy's (Tyler) shoes. Its hard for him but he soon realizes that he needs to make sure Tyler is safe. 
He asks Tyler if he has another parent, he does and his name is Andy, after taking a look around the house Jason deduces that maybe the father is also taking drugs so if the police comes they will surely take Tyler and put him in the system, this idea is not one Jason is fond of so he calls Oracle, he asks if she can locate Tyler's dad's phone, when she asks about the kid Jason says that he will be the one keeping him safe.
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Now we find ourselves back with Batman where he is investigating the components of Cheerdrops, he finds out that the drug is a modified version of Scarecrow's fear gas that gives the victim a sense of extreme happiness instead of fear.
Here we get confirmation of when in the timeline this story occurs, which is after the events of Infinite Frontier (where there was an attack on Arkham and many patients/prisoners were killed or escaped).
B suggests to Oracle that maybe Crane didn't die there and that he might be behind this drug, he will be on the job right away! To this Oracle is like well shit, so she tells B that Jason is also working this case...and here comes a funny yet confusing interaction. 
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Barbara says “I know you two aren't exactly friends right now but...” before she finishes Batman interrupts her by saying “He is a killer Barbara. I will do this alone.”
OH BOY is this interaction confusing! First of all may i point out how different this conversation is from the one in Three Jokers where the roles were basically reversed??? Please tell me that i am not the only one who finds that funny! Anyway that story doesn't matter here, but Red Hood Outlaw from Rebirth does, right?
Here is the thing, the last person that Jason “killed” in rebirth was Penguin and he actually didn't do it, he had him trapped in a panic room in his own Casino. Batman already beat the living shit out of Jason in RHatO #25 for it...and some time has passed, B surely found out that Jason didn't kill Penguin by now, i mean isn't he like the best detective to ever detective in the history of the universe??
Not only that but Jason has been using rubber bullets for a while and even at the start he mentions that, he basically implies that he is playing by the Bat's rules to keep him off his back. Maybe B hasn't let go of the duffel bag full of heads or any of the shitty people Jason killed during UtRH??? If B still holds that against Jason then why would he try to make Jason part of his Bat clan at the beginning of RHatO Rebirth? 
Maybe he still thinks that Jason killed the penguin...but even then isn't B working with Harley and Ghost-Maker? You know, people who have killed? Why is Jason different? Did Jason kill someone recently that we don't know about? Jason only kills a very distinct set of people (that are very not nice) so i guess i don't see the logic...
Anyway second flashback, and this time we have a look at what was going on in the Batcave with B and Alfred during the events of UtRH! Nothing that wasn't explored in UtRH is said here but we do see Alfred explicitly telling Bruce how much they failed Jason. There is a heavy insinuation that the fact that Batman keeps sending the Joker to Arkham only for him to escape and kill more people actually makes B responsible for those deaths and i love that. Thank you. 
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Back to Jason and Tyler we get to see some very adorable scenes between the two. Jason gives the lower half of his mask to Tyler to protect his identity like a superhero and we have a really sweet moment in which Tyler chooses the Blue Hood as his name because he likes the colour blue (same Tyler).
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After he leaves Tyler in a place where he will be safe he goes to the building where Andy should be and let me tell you the more Jason sees the less hopeful he becomes about Andy being just one of the people selling the drug... He does some shooting and incapacitating and then follows the man that is trying to escape and here is when shit hits the fan. 
Andy is a disgusting human being. He hates Tyler's mother and doesn't care that she might be dead and the piece of shit hates his son so much that he gave a barely 10 year old drugs. 
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Yeah. BANG BANG BANG MOTHERFUKER. 
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If you think that this leads to Jason being a little more like his UtRH self, you know the guy that said that people who gave drugs to kids will get killed without a thought...yeah that's not happening, here comes the guilt!
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I get it he just killed a man, but, did you read what that man said?
Anyway that's how the first part of this story ends. 
The story is good. it has things that don't make much sense but i think it's because Zdarsky is a Batman fan and not a Red Hood fan in the sense that he doesnt know much about Jason's character and that this is his first ever DC work.
I cant wait to see where this story goes, while i hope “unresolved daddy issues” doesn't become a theme yet again in a Red Hood story i believe it's where we are headed. I will keep on reading because i am invested in Jason and Tyler's relationship and what is going to happen now that Jason killed Andy.
Let me know what you thought about the issue and my post if you want! Bye!
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TGF Thoughts: 5x03-- And the court had a clerk...
Hello again! It’s nice to have this show back. This episode was a bit less of a standout than the previous two, but I’m still happy with the overall direction for this season. More under the cut (or here, because tumblr sucks). 
When Robert King tweeted the episode title, I asked him if all the titles this season were adding up to one long sentence/story, hoping he’d confirm it and give a little more information. He did! He said it’s “in the Farmer in the Dell mode” and while I think I get what he’s saying, I’m very curious to see how it plays out. Haven’t been able to track down 5x04′s title yet, but the promo is out. (As of this morning! It’s interesting they’re not putting them after the episode this year; I kind of like it.) 
Kurt’s job is up in the air given the new administration. I think this scene exists mostly just to remind us where Kurt works and the stakes.
What month is this supposed to be in? The transition seems recent but no one is wearing masks.  
Kurt spots a poster asking for help ID’ing people at the Capitol on January 6th. He thinks he recognizes someone...
And now we’re in case of the week land. This case is about a small business owner whose business went under after someone created fake news articles accusing him of pedophilia.  
I think the whole point of this (kind of long) scene is to show that this case is a pretty small deal. Low stakes, inexperienced opposing lawyer. (Not even sure why Liz would be arguing this in court, but whatever.)
Tbh I thought this was going to wind up in 9 ¾ court.
Now that we have junior level characters, we get scenes showing that there are, in fact, people at RBL who are mid-level. Liz asks an associate to work on something, he asks another associate to work on it, she delegates to other associates, and they delegate to Marissa and Carmen. This work seems terrible.  
It’s so funny to me how this is probably more realistic than most of the lawyering on the show and yet it only shows up selectively. We only see the hierarchy here to make it clear that Marissa and Carmen are at the bottom.  
David Lee interrupts and asks for Carmen. He’s very rude to her. Interestingly, she’s hesitant to leave her grunt work and follow David, even though she must know he outranks the associate who gave her the grunt work.
“Why am I supposed to know you?” David asks her as they walk through the halls. “I don’t know if you are,” Carmen responds. “Why does Benjamin Dafoe know you?” he asks. She doesn’t know who he is.  
“Who are you?” Dafoe asks when Carmen enters. She states her name, again. “Why are you important?” he asks. “I don’t think that I am,” Carmen responds.  
Then Dafoe says his top client, and it’s a name that the characters all know. I’m glad this scene is free of any “he’s the white OJ” expository lines (that’s from Sweeney’s introduction) -- it’s clear from the reactions and the discussion of police and rape that the top client is a bad guy, probably a rapist. The rapist wants Carmen to represent him.
Putting 2 and 2 together, Carmen asks if the rapist knows Rivi. He’s not, but he’s at the same prison. As soon as Carmen says she’s representing Rivi, David Lee switches gears, understanding the situation and trying to sign the new business. He’s so shameless!  
Marissa sorts ALL the papers. There are a LOT of papers. I’m swamped. Look at all this paper.
She catches the associate who assigned her the task leaving for the night just as she finishes up, and cheerfully notes she’s finished the task. Then the associate mentions this was only half of the bills. Marissa does not like that. Since her goal in wanting to be a lawyer is mostly just to give her something exciting to do and earn respect... this hierarchy thing is not going so well.
Marissa decides that after her rough day, she’s going to stop by Wackner’s court. He’s in the middle of a case about Emily in Paris fanfiction and he’s very happy to see Marissa.  
Wackner’s night court has a program—it notes the sponsor is Copy Co-op (I thought it was Copy Coop?) and the paper products were also provided by them. And “there will be regular intermissions at the discretion of Judge Wackner.” It’s very theatrical.  
Wackner takes a recess and calls Marissa to his “chambers.” He asks for her thoughts on the case. “All they want is attention and to feel like they’ve won,” Marissa notes. Wackner’s on the same wave length and compares it to the Scarecrow’s diploma at the end of The Wizard of Oz. So, he makes copyright certificates and some minor modifications to each of the fanfic books. They say “I respect you and I love you” and that’s that.
Wackner catches Marissa before she leaves and asks her to be his law clerk—part time or full time, 10% of all the legal filings and unlimited use of copy machines. She is hesitant because she “doesn’t even know what this is.”
Wackner says his court is “the future.” Marissa turns him down; notes she wants to pass the bar. “You know why all these people are here? ‘Cause the courts and the lawyers and the appeals have made justice... unattainable. Out of reach. To anyone who doesn’t have a shitload of money to wait it out. That’s why Exxon beats out Mr. Nobody. Read Kafka’s Before the Law.”  
I just read it, and you should too! It literally is a page, but tl;dr, there’s a man who wants to get to the law and instead he spends his whole life trying to win over the first of many gatekeepers on the path to the law. He never gets through the gate.  
“Justice is only just if it’s available to everyone,” Wackner says. Marissa thinks about that.
As I said last week, it’s smart that Wackner makes so much sense. Hearing him say all this, knowing that it’s true... it makes it very easy to get on board with the thought experiment. Of course there would be huge repercussions to this kind of system, but it makes so much sense it’s compelling TV!
Kurt’s showering when Diane gets home, which gives her time to stumble across the WANTED poster and notice that Kurt has drawn facial hair onto one of the pictures. “Who is this?” she asks him. “No one,” he says. “Well, you drew in a beard and a moustache on him,” Diane notes. Kurt says he was doodling, but Diane calls him out as he is the “exact opposite of a doodler.” Kurt says he thought it was someone he knew, but he’s not sure. Diane pushes him to tell the feds. Kurt reiterates he’s not sure, but it’s someone he went shooting with. “Oh my God, then it’s him,” Diane jumps to (not incorrect) conclusions. Kurt says he didn’t talk that way; he’s a veteran. “Kurt! That’s the profile!” Diane argues. Kurt isn’t convinced and he doesn’t want to be responsible for naming names. He notes he’ll be threatened with indictment for not naming names and then only lawyers will end up benefitting. Diane is not convinced.
I think this is an interesting conflict for Kurt and Diane. I understand why Kurt is hesitant to speak out before he’s sure. And I understand and agree with Diane that it’s important to identify the attackers and prevent anything like that from happening again.
I don’t mean to blame Kurt, exactly, but I feel like all of what happens next could’ve played out differently if Kurt had been just a little clearer with Diane about why he was hesitant to ID the man. Like, the threat of indictment for not naming names sounds like some typical anti-government rambling. Saying you specifically are afraid that this will turn back on you and you need to weigh your options and come up with a plan first would put Diane in a very different mode, in which they’d work together to craft the best strategy. Because this man would’ve been ID’d by someone, sooner or later, and Kurt would’ve needed to be prepared.  
Diane stares at the wanted poster at work and asks Jay to find his identity. He’s on the FBI TEN MOST WANTED? Ten!? Ok!  
Diane shares the extra information she has—the gun range and that he’s a veteran—and Jay gets to work.  
Turns out there’s no money in the case that Liz, a name partner, is working on and Marissa just spent all those hours sorting bills for. I could’ve told you there was no money in that case lol.  
Jay IDs the guy very fast. He’s faster than the feds because they didn’t know where he shot. The range had his license on file, and Jay got ahold of it.
“Well, we don’t pay you enough,” Diane says. “Oh, I know that,” Jay laughs.  
Diane says she’s going to think about calling the feds—it's definitely the same guy.
Marissa notes someone high profile (David Cord, who I presume is a thinly veiled stand-in for David Koch given the name, his role in the plot, and the fact that he is “David Cord of the Cord Brothers”) in the lobby giving a fake name and goes to tell Liz.  
David Cord is performing magic tricks for the receptionists (they don’t recognize him) when Liz and Marissa show up. “I knew your father. I hated your father,” Cord says. “Yes, well, he hated you too,” Liz says. He says he gave a fake name to see what the reception would be like since he’s kinda infamous.  
Liz introduces Marissa as one of the law clinic lawyers. Marissa knows what to say in this situation. Specifically, she knows that it is the exact right moment to name drop her father.  
“Democrats as far as the eye can see,” Cord notes. At that, Liz asks Marissa to get Julius involved.
More good expository work! (No, editor feature of Word, I do NOT want that to say “Better expository work,” that would change my meaning, go away and please stop grading my recap??? I don’t know how I brought this up but it’s telling me my score is 72%, so a C, and it’s driving me crazy. Oh, now I’m a 71%. It had me at like, 50%, because I had written “Wackner” and “Wackner” is not a word. No shit.)  
Anyway, back to the exposition. I like that we don’t get a line like, ��Liz! David Cord, the Republican super donor, is here!” We just get to see Liz’s reaction, Cord’s hate of Liz’s father, and the line about democrats. Then it becomes clearer who Cord is.
Just noticed Liz is wearing an Apple Watch.
Liz stands for her meeting with Cord, likely to maintain power. Cord says January 6th changed everything to him and now he’s all about unity and loving America.  
Cord has something to say about Liz’s case, the one that’s not making any money, and he seems to know quite a lot about it. That spooks Liz.  
Then Cord offers her $12 million to continue the case for another six months (all of these months, seemingly, will play out in the couple of days the rest of this episode takes, but, whatever). He just wants them to go after the social media company that distributed the fake news... and Section 230.
Don’t know what that is? Now you do, because there is a Good Fight short! These work so much better when they’re actually needed (explaining concepts, etc.) than when they’re trying to force one into every episode (remember that Downton Abbey one? What... was that?)  
I was talking to @mimeparadox about this short and he pointed out that this short has a VERY clear POV on an issue that actually doesn’t seem to be all that straightforward. If you’re like me and only had a vague sense of what Section 230 was prior to this episode, this short is telling you what to think of it—it isn’t just explaining what it is.
I do tend to agree with the show’s POV on most things, but this is an issue I’d like to read more on. I love how Section 230 was something I hadn’t really read up on prior to this episode and now that it’s been on TGF I realize it’s something that actually, yes, I would’ve been interested in knowing about earlier. Is this because things that are on TGF are interesting to me because they’re on TGF or is it because TGF generally only discusses things that would be interesting to me? Probs a little bit of both.  
Diane asks Jay how to make an anonymous phone call and he hands her a burner phone. She calls the FBI with the rioter’s name. She doesn’t leave her name and then she dumps the phone.  
Credits! Did you catch there’s a Jordan Boatman in the credits? She plays one of the associates who passes down the grunt work to Marissa, and she’s Michael Boatman’s daughter in real life! She’s also been in one other episode, in season 3.  
I never get tired of these credits!  
The RL partners (and some associates who are on the case? I think these are the same ones who delegated the work to Marissa?) debate whether or not they should take Cord’s money. Madeline notes that he’s funded a lot of Republican campaigns; Julius notes that both Republicans and Democrats agree that Section 230 is flawed and this is an opportunity for unity.
Diane notes that the right doesn’t want to stop conspiracy theories from spreading, so is this really that bipartisan? “It would help if the boomers would stop falling for those conspiracy theories and sharing it with their friends,” an associate (I believe this is Michael Boatman’s daughter again) notes. That quiets the room and the partners all glare at her. Yeah, that was a kind of stupid thing to say. First of all, it’s just not appropriate to say to the partners, and it’s also, like, missing the point? If it’s easy for conspiracy theories to spread among boomers, maybe just expecting each member of that generation to suddenly have a millennial’s understanding of the internet is the wrong strategy? Maybe there’s some structural issue here? That maybe, just maybe, this case is actually about?  
The associate also points out that the internet is currently a place where people can speak out about sexual harassment-- “they repeal section 230, and there would be no #MeToo.”
One of the partners says he doesn’t believe that—if they regulate section 230, then newspapers can actually be competitive and there’s still free speech online.  
“We’re not going back to reading newspapers, grandpa,” some associate says. What the actual fuck, dude? Who talks like that to their boss?! It’s so condescending. He’s also wrong! “Newspapers” are not just physical things... reporting by major publications still matters and will continue to matter. Like, is he suggesting that in the future all news will just be random people tweeting things they think are true with no fact checking or curation? Sure, journalism is struggling right now—but I don’t think that’s because there’s a lack of desire for well-reported news.  
I am glad the partners call him out on saying “grandpa” and honestly I’m shocked he isn’t asked to leave the discussion after that rude remark. Unless this young looking dude is a partner too? But I don’t think he is.  
Julius notes that if they’re going to pursue this case, they need money like Cord’s. At that, Liz starts to leave the meeting. “We haven’t decided if we’re taking this Cord money yet,” Madeline protests. “Of course we are,” Liz says and leaves.  
Now that’s more like it! I’m not sure if this is necessarily the best way to handle this, but she’s a) correct, they were always going to take the money because it is $12 million and an issue of interest and b) using her authority. Should Liz be making decisions totally on her own? Maybe not. Does Liz making this decision and then leaving (with everyone accepting that she’s correct) cut through a lot of bullshit and establish Liz as the one in charge? Yup.
Diane says, “Ooh-kay” with a little bit of an eyeroll after Liz exits, but she’s still laying low. I think in a different season Diane might’ve tried to push back.  
Is it me or does Baranski get a lot of material this episode we haven’t seen before? Lots of really good reaction shots/tones in this episode I don’t really think we’ve seen from Diane before. I’m impressed there’s still new stuff after 12 years.
At some point maybe I will actually write the essay I’ve been wanting to write for ages about how TGF is still so relevant despite being in a universe that should be showing its age by now. I wish I could find the first time that I called TGW a period piece set in the present day (I know it would’ve been during season five) because I think that’s the key to TGW/TGF’s enduring success. The shows always feel timely because they try to capture the present moment (which is, of course, always changing) and don’t get stuck in any one moment in time. Further, the fact that the writers are always so tuned in to events and skilled at quickly reacting to what happens in the world makes them VERY good in a pinch, which is (I think) why they’re able to make the most of unexpected situations (Josh leaving TGW, the pandemic).  
Liz and Julius bring a suit against ChumHum to attack 230. Judge Friend is initially skeptical of their argument that 230 is unconstitutional; then she’s intrigued. I am too. This argument about the press is a very interesting one. I obviously have a lot of reading to do on 230, but my take after this episode is pretty much that social media platforms have to be held responsible in some way, but I don’t think it’s feasible or desirable for them to be responsible for every single one of billions of posts. I think there has to be some way to regulate social media giants that would allow everyday people to share things and speak out but would prevent the curated (even by an algorithm) spread of fake news and make social media giants accountable when there are very public bad actors using their platforms. What that regulation would be I have no idea. I just refuse to believe that our options are to give the social media sites full immunity or to regulate the internet so strongly that no one is able to speak freely because all the platforms are worried about lawsuits.  
Over at the VA, people are being fired. When Kurt gets into his office, Madeline Starkey (wait, are there two characters named Madeline in this episode?) is waiting for him. She’s still very quirky and scary.  
Starkey says the guy that Diane reported is now saying Kurt trained him on using assault rifles and buying ammunition in bulk. Kurt notes these were topics covered in a group setting, which Starkey knew—and what she’s really after is the names of the others in the group. (She may already know them, since she knows there were five of them.)
Kurt refuses to name names and just stares at her.  
Case stuff happens! (I liked the last two episodes a lot but it’s much faster for me to just write, “case stuff happens” for some of the scenes.)
Hey, surprise Aaron Tveit! (Not really a surprise; he is in the credits. But still yay!)  
I don’t really know why Liz and Julius are talking about newspapers specifically and not all types of fact-based journalism/press? I feel like their argument is most convincing when it’s about actual newspapers (especially local ones) but still would apply to cable news...
Marissa’s still hard at work sorting papers when the associate comes back in and informs her she can stop; they’ve changed strategies and everything she’s done is now irrelevant. She also says “I forgot to tell you” at the start of that thought, meaning that she neglected to tell Marissa this important information earlier and wasted her time. Marissa is not pleased and so she goes to Wackner’s court, where Wackner now has a deli ticket machine and is wearing super-sized novelty sunglasses. Why not!
He sees Marissa and calls a five-minute recess. In “chambers,” Marissa tells him she’d like to work for him part-time but keep her RL job.  
Wackner needs her help processing more copyright certificates. He’s priced them competitively at $20 and found that a lot of writers want these certificates, even though they have no legal value. (Neither do actual copyrights, Wackner notes. And he notes that if anyone plagiarizes, they can sue in HIS court.)  
“Marissa, I’m building something here. I want you to join me. I want your advice on cases. I want to bounce legal theories off you,” he says. “What are your legal theories?” she asks. “I don’t know. That’s why I need to bounce them,” he says.  
Marissa gives him from noon to 2 and 5-7, which seems awfully ambitious for someone working at a law firm!
“That’s how revolutions are made. Back rooms of copy shops,” he says, accepting her offer.  
Kurt is sulking in the dark when Diane arrives home. He lets her know about Starkey’s visit and she immediately goes into lawyer mode. Notably, this scene does not spend much time on how Starkey found out the rioter’s name. Curious if they’re saving that for later or if Diane and Kurt both know what Diane must have done or if Kurt think’s it’s a coincidence.  
Kurt SET UP A TOUR OF THE CAPITOL for one of the veterans in his shooting group, and that tour was ON JANUARY 6TH! I really do wish he’d told Diane that upfront.  
Maybe the long pause where Kurt refuses to tell Diane which congressperson arranged the tour even after she promises she won’t say is him letting on that he knows that Diane ID’d the guy? Or maybe it’s just Kurt.  
I do not like the dead birds in Starkey’s office, mostly because I do not like thinking about dead birds.
Starkey compares Diane and Kurt to the Conways.  
And now more case stuff happens.  
Julius gets to question a witness for the first time in two years! He’s a little shaky at first but then he does a fantastic job! Yay Julius!
When Diane arrives at the office, reception is filled with around a hundred teddy bears. “What?” she asks. “Build-a-Bears. They were sent to Marissa,” the receptionist explains. “Okay... why?” Diane asks the logical next question. The receptionist does not know.  
“This one’s a Marissa bear,” she says, showing Diane a bear wearing boots and a wig. It does not look much like Marissa and it says “Hug me.”
Diane looks confused and furious at the same time. Her look here is, like, a milder version of the death stare she gives Alicia in Outside the Bubble when she learns about Alicia and Cary’s plan to leave.  
“Why don’t we, meaning you, take all these stuffed animals and put them in the conference room,” Diane instructs the receptionist. She is NOT! HAPPY! The receptionist seemed to be having fun with the bears, but clearly the right answer was to have done something with them and... not to have put them over every surface in reception. Eeek.  
Carmen’s new client, the rapist, arrives at the firm before anyone can hide the bears. “This may not be the firm for you,” his advisor/lawyer (I’m not totally sure what this dude’s job is) warns.  
Madeline notices the rapist and glares at the receptionist. “I know. I’m putting them in the conference room,” the receptionist says, thinking Madeline is upset about the bears. She is not upset about the bears.
Diane finds Marissa, who’s working with Carmen again. She asks Carmen to give them a moment.
“Why are there hundreds of teddy bears in our reception?” Diane asks. Marissa is confused. Diane shows her the Marissa bear. Marissa looks horrified and amused. “That doesn’t even look like me,” Marissa notes, completely missing how pissed off Diane is. I don’t think we have seen Diane be this direct/no-nonsense in ages.  
“That would seem to be beside the point. What is going on, Marissa?” Diane demands. Marissa suspects this is based on some advice she offered to a client who was buying a Build-a-Bear franchise and thinks this is a thank you gift. “What client? You’re not a lawyer! Why do you have clients?” Diane says exasperatedly.  
Marissa gives her a look, and Diane immediately understands that she’s been back to Wackner’s court. “Oh my God, this is about that Copy Coop court?”
“Marissa, no. By participating in that simulacrum of a courtroom, you exposed this firm to malpractice, sanctions, and God knows what,” Diane says. If that were really true, she wouldn’t have sat there and argued. I mean, I don’t know the legality of this all, but I feel like it’s a bigger optics issue than legal issue if Diane and other lawyers are willing to even consider participating?  
“If you wish to continue your employment at this firm, you will never do anything like that again. Do you understand?” Diane says. She will not hear any arguments.  
I love that Marissa is the thing that keeps Wackner coming back. It’s a good plot for her, but structurally, it also allows the show to keep Wackner around without many contrivances. Wackner sees that Marissa would understand what he’s up to, she sees that he shares some of her frustrations with the law, and they both want to work together again. It’s not like suddenly everyone’s talking about Wackner’s court and all the cases somehow end up there or anything.
The receptionist, who is having a truly terrible day, comes into announce that Kurt and Starkey have arrived. “Don’t put them in the conference room!” Diane commands, knowing that the teddy bears will be there. It’s too late, though, because the receptionist (who previously seemed to be fine at her job if bad at recognizing public figures and understanding that partners might not find teddy bears amusing) has already put them in the conference room. I feel bad for her, and don’t think the other things were her fault, but I feel like she could’ve seen this one coming...  
I find the teddy bears HILARIOUS, mostly because the reactions to them are so funny. It’s kind of the same gag as the balloons for Lucca in season two, but I don’t really care, because I’m getting to see Diane Lockhart treat hundreds of Build-a-Bears like they are a real work problem.
Starkey jokes about the bears; Kurt is silent.  
The rioter from the poster is now accusing Kurt of coming up with the STRATEGY for January 6th, which Kurt and Diane both dismiss as bullshit.  
I could do without Starkey’s musical cues.
I can’t tell if Kurt is in trouble here or if she’s just pressing him to name names. Why wouldn’t she just have rioter guy name names if he’s so eager to blame Kurt? I guess maybe if the others were actually there, he might be less likely to name the names of his actual co-conspirators? Or, Starkey might already know the names (surely the shooting range has logs) and be using this to raise the stakes.  
No one (except maybe the partner named Daniel) is happy about the rapist in reception. “Since when are we representing people like Wolfe-Coleman?” Julius asks. Didn’t these people help both Sweeney (though I think Sweeney was in some weird police brutality case and they didn’t actually want to represent him) and Bishop? And Rivi? But they draw the line here? Sure.  
Ah, there we go, an expository line-- “he’s the next Jeffrey Epstein”. Almost made it the whole episode without one of these. I’ll forgive it since it’s so late in the episode lol.  
“Did you approve this, Liz?!” Madeline demands. Liz did not. Daniel wonders if that means Diane approved it. Liz doesn’t think so and calls Diane (who happens to be walking past) in.  
“I know, the teddy bears. I’m working on it,” Diane says when she opens the door. I think the teddy bears are a bigger issue to Diane than to anyone else.  
Diane didn’t approve representing Mr. Rapey either. She’s uncomfortable that a meeting was happening without her; Madeline notes that she is standing there specifically because they wanted to involve her.  
David Lee pops up out of nowhere with the answer: one of the new associates (not Marissa, “the real one”) pulled in Mr. Rapey. Are there only two associates now even though orientation was for a big group?  
Firth is gone, btw. David Lee is the new Mr. Firth. I have no idea why David would want to be STR Laurie’s guy for managing RL but... sure, whatever? David Lee is an effective antagonist, especially in small doses, and this allows the writers to keep him around and continue the STR Laurie plot without a key guest star. If STR Laurie is still a thing, and it seems like it is going to be a thing for a while, then having David Lee take on this role makes sense for plot. Otherwise they’re going to have to shoehorn him in to every plot somehow. At least now he has a reason to be around.  
Liz and Diane take a walk to chat. Diane is worried about having David as their boss. Liz says she has a worse worry—David Lee knew exactly when to come downstairs with information, suggesting he know what they were talking about. “Would he do something like that?” Liz asks when Diane wonders if there’s a bug. “Oh, yeah,” Diane replies. Hah, yeah. He absolutely would.  
They decide to have Jay search for bugs and Liz is frustrated with how much time they have to spend on things other than lawyering. Yup.
“What is going on with all the teddy bears in the conference room?” Liz asks as they head back to the office. “It’s a long story,” Diane sighs. I also love that the teddy bears link the various pieces of the episode together—it feels like all of these threads are happening simultaneously because of that constant.  
I don’t get RL’s approach to clients. Bishop and Rivi are ok, Wolfe-Colman is not (except that actually he is fine). Cord is okay too. Do they draw the line anywhere? I know Liz was right when she said that OF COURSE they were taking the money, but is there really nothing that differentiates that situation from this one? I feel like there should be.
Marissa goes back to see Wackner. Since someone refuses to say “I respect and I love you,” Wackner reverses his ruling. This is part of the “Bad Loser Law of last Wednesday,” so the rules of Wackner’s court are clearly a work in progress.
Marissa explains she can’t be the law clerk because of Diane. She tries to connect him with a real lawyer, still not understanding exactly what Wackner’s after. “You know just enough not to crush what I’m doing here,” Wackner explains. “A real lawyer will look for reasons why not. I need someone to look for reasons why.”  
Case stuff happens. I cannot read Cord’s handwriting. Liz and Julius lose the case because Judge Friend says what’s happening isn’t fair, but it is constitutional. (So here we have, at least in the show’s POV, a good and attentive judge who can’t make decisions that make sense because she’s bound by a document written before anyone had ever dreamed of the internet.)  
Cord is waiting for Liz in her office. He’s prepared to bankroll an appeal. Did they blow thorough that $12 million already? Impressive; it’s been like a day.  
Cord says they are definitely the firm he wants. Interesting.
Now Liz wants a meeting with Carmen, so it’s Marissa who leaves the room. This scene seems like it was meant to be a different day?  
Liz wants to talk about Mr. Rapey. Carmen is, yet again, chill about the case. “Carmen, is there anyone that you would not represent?” Liz asks. Funny, Liz, I could ask you the same. Being hesitant about it is not changing the fact that you’re representing bad people. Carmen’s just cutting the bullshit.  
“I don’t understand. Is there someone you don’t want me to represent?” I love how Carmen’s incredibly polite responses always seem very pointed. There is absolutely nothing wrong with Carmen’s reply, and yet it puts Liz in a place where she can’t dance around what she’s trying to say.  
“I’m just trying to get a sense of who you are,” Liz explains.  
Then Liz decides she’s going to help on the Craig Wolfe-Colman (Mr. Rapey) case, and they will keep talking about her career path. Liz, this does not seem like the right solution! You're worried about your associate representing bad people so you’re like, I know, what if I ALSO represented bad people? If your goal is to convince Carmen not to take clients like this, you’re kinda shooting yourself in the foot!  
“Are you worried about me?” Carmen says, again turning things on Liz. “I don’t know what I am about you,” Liz replies. Me either. Well, I know I'm intrigued, but beyond that, no clue!
All the bears have ended up in Diane’s office, where Wackner is waiting. He jokes about how his court is always seen as informal, yet this real fancy law office is covered in Build-a-Bears. Then he says he wants to hire RL—he's willing to pay. He wants consultation from Marissa (“consultation on legal issues”) and he’s prepared to spend a lot. And, if there’s one thing we know, it’s that they’re always going to take the money. So, they do.
I love that Wackner’s goal is to “perfect my little clubhouse of the law.” It’s a fun plot, and it also allows for the rules in his court to change (I’m sure we’re going to be treated to/subjected to a lot of whimsical gags around changing and ridiculous rules). It's also a good way to work through the thought experiment over the course of the season. It’s not like Wackner already has a system set up and it’s perfect—I'm sure we’re going to see his system run into issues and explore that more, too.  
Wackner monologues a bit here about why he’s running fake court, and he lets us know he’s going to monologue. Basically he thinks people no longer want to help people and are only motivated by their own self interest. He notes that no one talks about the Peace Corps anymore and asks the last time Diane heard anyone say those words. I’m sure I’ve heard a reference more recently but my mind went RIGHT to season one Cary Agos saying “Peace Corps. Belize,” as some kind of smarmy pickup line. This is likely not where my mind was supposed to go.
Wackner wants “A new Peace Corps. For America.” Diane’s sympathetic to that and agrees to take him on as a client.  
Wackner asks if he can take a bear. Diane instructs him to take two.  
Aaaand Wackner and Cord end up on the elevator together. Wackner hands Cord a bear, the elevator doors close, and the episode ends. Since last episode ended with Marissa and Carmen in the elevator together, I’m hoping this will be how every episode this season ends. I think using the Kings’ favorite liminal space to transition between episodes is kind of fun, and it fits with the ellipses at the end of every episode title.  
Speaking of... did you see today’s elevator-themed episode of Evil? It was written by the Kings. Those two have been obsessed with elevators for at least a decade.  
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You see this tweet? This tweet right here?
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It’s gross and I’ll tell you why, and I’ll break down the article as well because it makes me as angry as a bull.
You simply CAN NOT break these characters down to these (biased!) individual traits. And in Jason’s case, it’s not even a trait, it’s just damn slander with a photo of him dead attached to it, because DC still likes to push the narrative that it’s his fault he died. When in reality, he was a CHILD who was tricked and betrayed by his mother, and in the end still tried to save his mother who was responsible for his death. Joker and Sheila are responsible for this child’s death, NOT HIM.
These are all incredibly complex characters, with incredibly biased descriptions.
For Dick (the only one with his hero name for some reason), the oversexualized Robin by the fandom is more like it rather than ‘the cute Robin’. Which is kinda sad because he has a lot of depth that can be explored and stories that have been told that are really great (not Ric, screw that guy). Like his relationship with Bruce, his relationship with Damian, his relationship with his teams, his life outside of heroism, police life, dealing with his mental health, etc.
From what we’ve seen if I had to pick a single descriptor for him, I’d pick “The protective Robin” or “The first Robin”
Because he’s always willing to throw himself into harm's way to save others. Especially when it comes to his found family. Or the first Robin works well because he was the first. He started the whole Robin line.
For Tim, I’m sorry but I can’t really comment on Tim because I haven’t read his run yet, it’s on my to do list. But from what I have seen from other comics that include him, ‘the smart robin’ doesn’t fit very well because to be Robin they ALL had to be smart. And they all were smart Robins.
If I had to describe Tim, it would be “the detective Robin” because out of all of them, he is the best detective and is the most proficient at it.
For Damian... oh boy, I’m so sorry but he’s not my favorite Robin at all. But I know he’s complex and has depth. If anyone who reads this is a Damian stan, feel free to add onto this and tag me.
And last but definitely not least... Jason Todd.
This whole tweet and the article attached is Jason Todd slander (not what I pay for the DC Universe app for!) and a misrepresentation of his character.
“The Robin we’d like to smack some sense into.”
He👏was👏not👏a👏bad👏robin👏
He was a CHILD who just wanted to help and make a difference! He wanted to help the people in crime alley because he knew what it was like to be in that situation and he wanted to save people! When he first put on his Robin suit it gave him MAGIC. He had Robin magic but that Robin magic wasn’t enough to save him from getting beat to death by the joker.
Yes, sometimes he did not listen but that goes for EVERY robin, my girl Carrie Kelly included.
He had sense, he was also a child who made mistakes! Like all the other Robins!
Then he was brought back under the WORST possible circumstances, to come back and find out his death had little to no impact (unbeknownst to him of Bruce’s grief). Then go under some intense training, deal with pit madness, have his mind tainted with, then grow some problems with the man he loved who took care of him. His father.
If I had to pick a label for Jason? It’d be the discarded Robin. He was this boy who was thrown away by the fandom at the time by murder. Then like a broken toy, the writers proceeded to get a new Robin.
Or the redeemed Robin. When Jason was reborn as Red Hood, overtime he became a fan favorite in the DC community. Even won DC’s sexiest man. He was hated at first but is now loved by many.
Heck, maybe even that label because he’s grown from his first resurrection so much. Instead of being angry at the world, he’s now chosen to accept what happened to him and even reconcile his relationship with his family.
Or even the
Now onto the article...
Holy moly, this article sucked all the life out of me until I was left DCeased (get it?). It is way too obvious an angry stan wrote this.
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Oh. My. God.
How is this in any way Jason’s fault? I don’t recall him having the ability to write his own comic book? This is the writers fault, not Jason’s.
Onto the second one.
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Okay, sure it was rude to interrupt them, I’ll give them that one. But I’m also pretty sure Jason’s insert was for comedic effect. Tons of comic books have these moments.
I had to laugh at the “SO NATURALLY JASON TODD DID SOMETHING ANNOYING TO INTERRUPT IT” it’s just, damn. This article just reeks of bitterness.
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This one confused me, so I went to go read the comic book that they were talking about. This, once again, was intended to be a comedic moment. Jason was simply expressing his excitement for going to go to the Gotham library so he blurts our “Holy Gutenberg!”. Bruce spins him around and tells him to never do that again. Even Jason’s confused on why he doesn’t like the reference. I think this is simply comedy, such as when he threatens to fire Carrie if she moved the batplane in the animated movie.
If a crowbar was right there Bruce NEVER would have grabbed it to hurt Jason over a REFERENCE. No sane person would.
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Let’s look at the keywords here,
“Nightwing took a heavy dose of Scarecrow’s fear gas and had an extended nightmare about an alternate life.”
Once again, YOU WANT TO BEAT JASON UP FOR SOMETHING OUT OF HIS CONROL, AND NOT HIS FAULT? TO TOP IT OFF, NOT REAL?
Want someone to blame? Blame Scarecrow and the fear toxins for making Dick see all that. This was an alternate dream reality, no characters were in control or even there.
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Yknow what, valid. Honestly, I’m pretty sure the heroes there have memorials elsewhere as well and Jason only got that robin suit on display (which was honestly more so to remind Bruce of his failure and make himself feel guilty), but fair.
CONCLUSION
In conclusion, this better have been some abstract marketing (which I hope it was) for the new Death in the Family movie coming out.
All in all, the Jason slander from DC was infuriating and frankly unnecessary. He deserves so much better because once again, he is a complex character who deserves a deep dive. 
Please remember that this is just my two cents/opinion, and it is totally okay if you disagree with anything I said here. 
Have a good day :)
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Lost in Space Season 2 Review
Okay, folks, let’s do this. Season 2 was a wild ride and I have some Thoughts
Spoilers below :)
1. First off, we have a lot of interesting perspectives on the robots. It seems they  have clarified that the robots are in fact an alien race and that they appear to have a hive mind, where, what information one of them knows, all of them come to know. It makes me curious how they’re all linked. One of the questions raised in season 1 was, something had to have built these robots, right? So who did that? Also, there appears to be a hierarchy amongst them. The silver leader is massive compared to the others, and kept in front during the attack which means either it is the brute strength it has, or the other robots are under orders to obey it, which again, raises the question, if something built the robots, does that mean someone is controlling them? Will we meet other sentient aliens in Season 3? Someone who doesn’t want the humans to meet their target other than the simple “they stole our engine, we want it back” plot point?
2. One of the things I loved seeing was how they rectified the friendship question. Robot always obeyed without question before. He was under command, and was basically treated like he had no free will. So he was technically a prisoner of sorts, though part of it was willing, granted. I feel like the time spent apart was extremely important for both of them to realize that this friendship can’t be one sided, with Robot risking everything for Will Robinson, and Will just shrugging off his needs. The development in their friendship and understanding of each other was beautiful to see, and exactly the sort of growth I wanted this season.
3. There was also a lot of foreshadowing about Judy’s birth father, and the Fortuna, which leads me to believe that he has intrinsic knowledge about all of this - and will probably hold a lot of information about the aliens. I saw a lot of people talking about how it might involve time traveling, which is an interesting thought. My main concern is how it will affect the family dynamic and Judy in particular, who just seemed to get back in a good place with John.
4. Dr. Smith is arguably one of my favorite characters on the show now. It is impossible to hate her. She is one of the best portrayals of an antihero I have ever seen and her growth is absolutely winning. You want to despise her badly but she continues to surprise you. Loved to see how much she’s come to care for the Robinson’s, and how she considers them her own family. While it could still be a ruse, and she’s using them to back her cause and defend her to the eventual courts that she’ll be presented to for her crimes, I honestly feel like she has turned over a new leaf, and even if I’m wrong, hats off to her for being such a fascinating character and able to convince you time and again to trust her.
5. Don West. I love this man. I love his love for Debbie and the Robinsons, and how he always comes through to do the right thing. I felt like they created a lot of distance between him and Judy this season. It was an interesting choice, considering the last one, and I think it may have to do with the age difference? There was never any explicit romance between the characters, though, which is another reason why it’s odd that they were mostly separated this season. I feel like it will have a major impact when they get reunited. One of the early things mentioned this season was how Maureen wants to get to Alpha Centauri so badly because she wants her kids to be surrounded by other people, and to have the opportunity to find a love like what she and John have. When Don is literally right there *cough, cough* anyway, shippers gotta ship and I can’t wait to see more of our lovable smuggler. Come to think of it, he gives me Han Solo vibes which may be why I love him so much.
6. Next up, John Robinson. This character continues to grow and flourish and prove how far he will go to keep his family safe and together. He would have stayed on that planet, if he had a choice, because it was good enough, just to be close to them. It was good enough to have only them. He is such a fighter and he loves his family so deeply and that is a beautiful thing. His relationship with Judy played such an important role this season, and honestly, the moments between them brought me to tears in a way the rest of the season did not. I know he will do whatever it takes to get back to his kids and keep them safe.
5. Maureen Robinson also experienced some satisfying development. We got a closer look at how she treats Penny and the way she struggles to trust other people when she’s so accustomed to being self reliant. It’s also interesting that they keep using her choice to manipulate Will’s test results to explore the consequences of her actions, and how she perceives them. She feels like it is her fault, and not only that, but that she’s endangered them horribly when all she ever wanted to do is keep them safe. She still has a long way to go, in my opinion, but she’s grown so much and it’s beautiful to see that she’s taking steps to trust other people and to be honest with them.
7. Judy Robinson. She’s fighting to be treated like an adult and a doctor this season. To be taken seriously and show that she’s not a kid anymore and it capable of calling the shots. To be honest, her arc this season both pleased and annoyed me because thanks to her, the Robinson’s have been separated, and that is not okay. However, she’s taking this adult role seriously and she’s doing her best. I loved her moments with the little girl. She also shines in a position of leadership; I just worry that it’s going to get her in trouble one of these days, because like her mother, she has difficulty allowing others to help her and make decisions. Hopefully we’ll see her open up. I’m especially looking forward to her reuniting with Don West and while I’m doubtful that they will get together, I do hope to see their friendship more restored in Season 3.
8. Penny Robinson was a total scene stealer this season. Our favorite lazy, sarcastic author returns with a vigor. She is determined not to be ignored. It gave us a great insight into her dynamic with the family, particularly with her mother. It also addressed how she is given the menial tasks and how she wants to be trusted with more responsibility. I also loved that when she was given that opportunity, she didn’t immediately know what to do, because she’s never been in that position before. I feel like she’s going to shine even brighter in Season 3 and I am here for it. Also, that one scene where she’s reuniting with the robot and touches the metal on its chest and says “Ooh, rugged look. I like that.” And Will gives her this exasperated look? Peak comedy, and also, mood. Dare I say Penny x Robot? jk lol but it was a great moment. She cares about Robot as much as Will does, and has always done everything in her power to help him. 10/10 I love her so much
9. Will Robinson as we know him has grown as well. Not only is he older, but he’s arrived at the conclusion, that friendship is not a one way street, and as soon as he realizes that Robot is not going to obey his every command anymore, he makes an effort to communicate with him better and try to help. He had a lot of golden moments, and it drives me absolutely crazy that more people don’t listen to him. He definitely had the Robinson brain cell for most of the season; the trouble is, he’s still a kid and they don’t listen to him. But how many times does it have to be mentioned that he has a connection to the Robot? How many times does he have to say that them placing their lives above the hundreds of robots is bad? He’s the only one besides Penny who seems to care about them. It pleased me that every chance he got with the robots, his first instinct was to try to befriend them. I believe he could have, if he had been given more time and wasn’t brushed aside. He gives up too quickly, but I’m hoping that in season 3, that changes.
10. Scarecrow. Ahem. This poor robot has been through the wringer. (sidenote, why has Will not given the Robot a name? They even named SAR) But he comes in clutch and saves everyone, and I have a feeling it has more to do with Robot than Will. Robot called Scarecrow not only his friend, but his family. I hope they explore that more deeply in season 3. Maybe they were on a mission together, but got separated, and so when Robot initially attacks the ship and started shooting people, it had more to do with revenge than an actual hatred for humans? Scarecrow is an absolute badass. His fight scene in the hallway was stellar. It also raises the question, if all these planets have those rings, and the rings supposedly repair the robots, is this them needing repair a frequent occurrence? Or is it like a battery where they need to recharge? It brings up again the possibility of them having been built by something, and also having a weakness so they don’t become too powerful.
11. And finally, we arrive at Robot. I said it before, I’ll say it again, I would watch this show for Robot alone, even if the rest of it wasn’t as good as it is. Even if the show was literally only Robot staring at the screen. He is far and away my favorite character, complex and riddled with emotion. I love watching him develop and seeing how much he cares about life of all kinds - from that moment with the butterfly creature in the forest where he first meets Will, to Gypsy the horse he chooses to protect over the Robinsons, and all the people he’s encountered. Life is always his priority, not attack, which might explain why he isn’t as adept at fighting as the others. I don’t think he was designed for combat. All the fight scenes and attacks we’ve seen with him are sloppy and spur of the moment. He goes in fighting to save the ones he cares about but he doesn’t really seem to know what he’s doing. It brings up the interesting question - what if he, Scarecrow, and SAR were all on the spacecraft that crashed to earth, and Scarecrow was the only one who got caught? What if they were sent their by say, Judy’s birth father? What if he helped create them? Might be a limb - I feel like they’re more sentient than that. Maybe what he actually did was give them bodies, because they don’t have physical form? IDK, it’ll be interesting to see where they take the robots next. Also, the amount of serotonin it gives me whenever Robot speaks is unparalleled. Will Robinson’s comment about how he keeps saying no literally made me die of laughter. I like that they’re trying harder to communicate, and that the Robot is aware of more than Will gives him credit for. He is aware of what Hope is, and I know for a fact that he hopes to reunite with Scarecrow. It also makes me wonder where Season 3 will take us. It will be the last season of the series. There’s a lot that needs to happen. I’m scared of the possibility that Will Robinson and Robot are going to have to say a final goodbye and live separate lives. At this rate, and the way humanity seems to distrust and treat them like they are monsters, it seems to be hinting that the societies will never coincide with one another and honestly that makes me so sad. I dislike endings where friends and found family are separated. 
12. In conclusion, this rant was kind of all over the place, but Season 2 was great, gave us a lot of insight, and brought us closer to these characters. But it also raised a lot of questions about the robots. I hope they play a bigger role in season 3 as they are the best aspect of the show imo.
13. Anyway, @Netflix, where is season 3? Please I have an almighty need
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The Knight In Shining Armor
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Word Count: 3123
Pairing: Reader x Arkham Knight!Jason Todd
Rating: Explicit
Synopsis: When Scarecrow unleashed his terror in Gotham City, you decide to protect the defenseless, but soon find yourself in the hands of the Arkham Knight.
The moment the city wide alert was emitted, you knew it didn't include you. No one would care to evacuate an orphaned girl. So you watched from the window of the abandoned building you called home as the busses were filled with citizens and then disappeared into the horizon, heading towards safety. 
As the night fell onto Gotham, you shivered, knowing what was to come. There was no way you would make it out of this alive. A sob escaped your lips as the realization sunk in. You had survived alone in the streets of the most dangerous city in the world, and now it would all be over with a chemical cloud.
But as you listened to the radio, the news anchor announcing with a trembling voice the explosion in Ace's Chemicals, you decided that if you were going down,  you would go down fighting. The Batsignal illuminated the sky, a shining symbol of hope, reminding the poor unfortunate souls that hadn't been able to escape the city in time that perhaps it wasn't the end. And that hope inspired you to leave the relative safety that your home offered to venture into the dark streets, sure that you could also make a difference.
You knew you weren't the only upright citizen remaining, it was virtually impossible to empty a city as huge as Gotham in a matter of hours. And so, while Batman fought to stop Scarecrow and whichever other masked freak that decided to terrorize the town, you would protect the innocents from the commun thugs. 
Ducking behind trash bins, you waited until the group of soldiers that patrolled the alley walked past before you raced through the smashed display window of a costumes store. You didn't know where the soldiers had come from, but from the look of their equipment and weapons, you could only assume they were being handsomely rewarded by their services.
You tried not to think about what you would be facing as you rummaged the shop's inventory in search of what you had come for. If you were to fight the bad guys, you would need a costume. As a little kid, Batgirl had been your favorite hero. She showed the world that girls were as capable as men. You had cried when she disappeared. You knew that the only reason why someone like her would drop her career as a vigilante was death, and so you mourned her in silence.
But as you pulled a Batgirl outfit from a pile of trashed clothing on the floor, your grief gave way to courage. Even if it was just a cheap Halloween costume, you would don her legacy and make her proud. Whoever she had been, you were certain she would be smiling in heaven, happy that someone kept spreading her message.
The cheap spandex dug into your body, sweat making it stick uncomfortably to your skin. But that was only a minor inconvenience and you wouldn't let it stop you. You smiled at your reflection in the mirror. The yellow cape hung behind you, framing your purple clad figure. Your own black military boots stood out from the rest of the outfit, but since the costume didn't come with footwear, they would have to do. 
You didn't have batarangs, only your old and reliable crowbar; nor did you possess a grappling hook, but you had enough experience climbing into places you shouldn't to be positive that you would be fine without one. 
The patrolling soldiers entered your line of sight once more, and you hid behind the store's counter while you waited for them to turn the corner and disappear. It wasn't them you planned to fight.
Your small body passed unnoticed by the streets as you headed to the docks, where you knew most low lifes would be. Everything smelled of urine and old beer, and you grimaced as the nauseous scent filled your nostrils. A party of criminals hang around a lit barrel that served as a makeshift fireplace. A gagged police officer was tied up to a streetlamp in the center of the group, and they laughed as they took turns punching the defenceless man.
You forced yourself to relax before you sprung into the scene, kicking down the closest thug before they even noticed your presence. With a swing of your weapon you brought down another, and then jumped out of sight as they opened fire against you. 
Throwing a rock at the lit barrel, you caused it to collapse, engulfing the wooden floor in fire and making the three remaining criminals stumble away disoriented, more worried about not burning alive than killing you. A second too late you realized that unless you were quick enough, the cop would perish in the fire you started. You cursed loudly. Perhaps being a hero wasn't that easy after all. 
You held your breath to avoid inhaling smoke and rushed past the ablaze inferno separating you from the officer. Taking a knife that had been dropped on the floor, you cut off the restraints, freeing the man. The metal was hot against your palm, but you ignored the pain.
"Thank you, Batgirl", the cop said as you helped him onto his feet. "Go get them", he added, pressing his gun to your hand.
You nodded and took the weapon, trusting him to get to safety on his own. Somewhere close by, the thugs started shooting again, but you dodged every bullet. The heat was uncomfortable, the flames licked against your suit as you raced between hiding spots. The fire now covered the better half of the pier, making it unavoidable. 
Before you had a chance to ready your pistol, gunshots filled the air, followed by three damp thuds of limp bodies crashing to the ground. You crooked your neck to see who was your mysterious helper, but you couldn't see anyone in the darkness.
Suddenly, gloved hands wrapped around you, one covered your mouth to silence you and another keeping you close against your assailant's chest. Your grip on the gun faltered and it fell to the floor leaving you unprotected.
"What do we have here?", a modulated voice whispered close to your ear. You felt something hard pressing against the side of your neck and you froze. "Move and I will kill you, do you understand?"
You nodded immediately, terrified of the man holding you hostage. This definitely hadn't gone the way you had expected it to. The hand muzzling you moved away and the man chuckled as pleas that he let you go fell from your lips. Pathetic whines begging for mercy and you knew that he would only make fun of. But your desire to live was bigger than your pride.
He dragged you away from the burning pier and into a waiting car, shoving you inside before holstering back his gun. From outside, the vehicle resembled a military tank but the inside could very well belong to a fancy limousine, another demonstration of the wealth of this militia.
The leather seat was soft beneath your body and you ran your hands over the luxurious fabric, certain that it must have cost more than everything you had ever owned. 
Your captor settled in the seat in front of you and you took a good look at him. He didn't wear the same red and black uniform as the others, but rather a glassy gray suit with a stylized "A" on the chest. 
"The Arkham logo", you whispered and he hummed in agreement.
His face was hidden by a mirrored helmet and you noticed how badly destroyed your costume was. Red crept into your cheeks as you became self conscious of just how the tear in your cleavage exposed your breasts.
The car began to move, rumbling down the streets and you saw the abandoned streets passing by in a blur though the window.
“So, you are Batgirl ?”, he asked, the name sounding like a curse.
You tilted your chin up, glaring to where you supposed his eyes would be underneath the mask. “That’s right.” Your unsteady voice betrayed the brave facade you were putting forth. “And you are?”
“I don’t think you are in the position to ask questions here.”
You huffed. “What are you going to do? Kill me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. When he didn’t respond you laughed and shook your head. “Fine, I’ll just call you The Knight In Shining Armor, since it appears that’s the look you were going for.”
Even though you couldn’t see his face, you could have sworn he smirked. “Close enough. It’s Arkham Knight, if you must know.”
You stayed quiet for the rest of the trip. He busied himself giving orders and shouting at the communicator in his armor while you fiddled with your cape absently minded. While you had dropped the gun in the pier, you still had the crowbar fastened to your utility belt. If you could smack him with enough strength to leave him disoriented and give you time to escape. The only problem was that you were trapped in a military grade vehicle. You sighed, it was hopeless.
“We arrived”, he announced unceremoniously. 
You bit your inner cheek and glanced outside. Instead of the dilapidated warehouses you were used to seeing, tall skyscrapers rose like spirals on the horizon. The mirrored glass windows reflected the moonlight and sniper lasers, creating an infinite amount of sparkling red beams. Your jaw dropped in awe.  
“Get out”, he commanded, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the car. Your whole body shook as he led you inside the front entrance of what seemed to be a department store. You sheepishly crossed your arms over your chest, trying to hide your exposed skin. 
Mannequins littered the floor, expensive clothing draped all over the place like they were nothing, fancy jewelry tossed to the side to make way for the hyper technological equipment that you couldn’t begin to comprehend. Soldiers roamed all over the place, carrying boxes of ammunition or typing on tablets. Whoever these people were, they weren’t amateurs.
The Knight pressed the button and the elevator doors opened, revealing the golden inside of the cab. He nudged you forward and you entered, clutching onto the guardrails for support, since your legs had decided to stop working properly. The doors closed and the cabin jolted before starting to move upwards, causing you to yelp.
“Are you okay?” he asked, an edge of mockery in his tone.
You squinted and sucked in a deep breath. “Just not used to elevators”, you replied as you supressed the urge to throw up. 
The doors cracked open and you glanced at the screen on the top of the control panel, where the number 35 shone in green light. You shivered, you had never been in a building so tall.
When you didn’t step outside immediately, the Knight let out another low chuckle. “What? You are afraid of heights?”
“No!”, you quickly replied, hugging yourself tighter. Not wanting to let him think you were scared, you stepped outside.
Panoramic windows covered the circular shaped room, giving you a clear view of Gotham’s skyline. Right in front of you there was a bar counter, a tall shelf filled with liquors standing behind it. To your left, you noticed a large bed, sheets tossed all over the floor along with books and guns cartridges.
“You live here?”, you asked the Knight, who had already moved, reaching the bar and pouring two glasses of a caramel colored liquid.
“Just crashing”, he said. “Pretty nice, thought, isn’t it?”
You nodded along and sat in one of the tall silvery stools that lined the front of the bar. “So, when are you putting that bullet through my brain?”, you asked as you sipped your cup. The liquor burned your throat as it made its way down. 
He laughed. His hands reached behind his head and he removed his cowl, revealing a far younger face than you had expected. He couldn’t be much older than you. And he was the most handsome man you had ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes upon. 
His jet black hair was messy, wild locks sticking up in different directions and his blue eyes seemed to pierce deep into your soul. His face seemed to have been sculpted into perfection, from the sharp jawline to the curve of his nose. His lips were curved into a crooked smile and you wondered how it would be like to kiss them. His left cheek had a ‘J’ shaped scar in it but the rest of his skin was flawless.
“Wanna take a picture?”, he joked and you blushed, realizing that you had been staring.
You shifted your gaze to the floor. “Sorry.”
“No need to be”, he said as he jumped over the counter. “Make yourself at home. There’s a bathroom, but no shower. I have already asked someone to bring up some clothing. The good thing about setting base in a department store is that there’s no shortage of options to choose from.”
As he walked, you eyed his thick tights and sighed. Maybe a picture wasn’t a bad idea after all. He sat in front of a desk and began to type in the keyboard, analyzing data from the many monitors before shouting out orders.
You finished your drink and walked over to the window. Helicopters patrolled the sky and you could see the distinct forms of two airships. Looking down, the cars weren’t more than pebbles. 
“What the hell?”, you screamed and jumped backwards. A large winged creature flew by, it’s screeching sound echoing in the night.
“That again?”, the Knight said right behind you, his hot breath brushing against your neck. You hadn’t heard him getting up. “It’s harmless, although I have no idea of what ‘it’ is.”
“Why-- why are you keeping me here?”, you stuttered, suddenly terrified of what fate waited for you.
“Just thought it would be more comfortable than out in the streets,” he answered. “You were only going to get yourself killed.”
  “Oh”, the sound escaped your lips. You pivoted on your heels to face him. “I suppose that does make you my knight in shining armor. Thank you, I guess.”
“Anytime, princess”, he replied with a smirk. 
This close, it was impossible to ignore your desire to kiss him, and so, tiptoeing to reach his height, you pressed your lips against his. He went stiff and you pulled away, shame creeping into your face once more.
“Why?”, he asked before you could apologize.
“Why what?”
“Why did you kiss me just now?”
“Because I wanted to?”, you answered, unsure if it’s an acceptable response. “And I thought you want to.”
He snickered. “You don’t even know me.”
“I don’t. But you don’t know me either. And yet you saved me. Even though it seemed more like a kidnapping than a rescue. Besides, you are really good looking.”
“So are you.”
You weren't used to people giving you compliments, especially not when you were covered in smoke and wearing thorn out clothes. "You really think so?"
"I do."
"Can I kiss you again?", you asked shyly.
"You sure about that?"
You rolled your eyes and kissed him, not bothering with a reply. 
He wasted no time shoving you against the glass wall, gloved fingers pushing aside what remained of your outfit, tossing your belt aside. His tongue darted into your mouth and you moaned in response. He broke the kiss only to remove his suit before returning, with even more passion than before. It fell awkwardly to the floor, landing with a crashing sound that reverberated deep in your skull. His briefs went down next, releasing his erection and you almost choked at the sight of his bulging cock. He chuckled at your reaction.
You grabbed his shoulders, pulling him closer, and running your hands over the hard muscles of his chest. You traced his abs while he unhooked your bra, freeing your boobs. Taking a nipple between his fingers, he twisted and pinched it, earning panted cries from you. With the other hand he tugged down your panties, causing them to pool around your ankles. 
The cold window at your back was a sharp contrast to the warm body pressed against your front and goosebumps erupted on your skin. You swung your legs around his waist, feeling his hard-on brushing against your slick folds. His fingers dug into your asscheeks, supporting your weight. His lips sucked gently at your collarbone and you craned your neck to give him more room. You wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and guided it to your entrance. The head was smeared with pre-come, and added with your own wetness, it slid inside with ease. 
Obscene moans filled the room as your body stretched to accommodate his enormous length. Your nails carved into his back as he began to move his hips back and forth, pumping into you at a fast but steady pace. With every thrust, your body was shoved against the glass and you feared that it would give in and shatter.
He grunted as your walls tightened around him, burying his face in the crook of your neck and biting hard. You felt the skin break and smelled the faint metallic scent of blood. The thought of the marks he would leave only made you clench harder and he throbbed inside you.
Managing to hold you up with one arm, he used his thumb to draw circles on your clit, flicking his expert fingers on the bundle of nerves and adding to your pleasure. You began to rock your hips to meet his rhythm, eager for more friction. Each stroke of his cock managed to hit the perfect spot and a growing wave of warmth began to take over your body. Lost in pure ecstasy, you reached your peak, your muscles contracting to keep him close. His cock twitched shooting thick spurts of cum into you. You didn’t move until you felt him go soft and pull out with a wet pop .  
Your body felt weak and when you untangled your legs from his body you wobbled backwards, slumping against the wall. You threw your head back in laughter and he joined you on the ground, crouching by your side.
“Fuck”, you exclaimaed, running a hand along your hair.
“Yeah, we just did.”
You rolled your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder, eyelids fluttering shut. He picked up your body with ease and carried you to bed, laying you onto the mattress and shielded you from the cold air with a blanket.
“Rest now,” he said softly. “I’ll be back when Batman’s dead.”
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ssson-of-sparda · 3 years
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WHAT FORTUNE GAVE - CHAPTER 1 (VERGIL X NERO’S MOTHER)
Summary: Vergil arrives in Fortuna and crosses path with a rebellious lady dressed in red. But even if he doesn't want pay attention, Fortuna seemed determined to intertwine their lives.
(PROLOGUE)
Tags: Romance / Angst / Fluff / Explicit Sexual Content / Explicit Language / Canon-Typical Violence / Blood and Gore / Religion / The Order of The Sword / Civil War / Rebellion / Demons / Action and Adventure / Sparda’s past
Author’s note: So, let me introduce you to Elissa aka Nero's mother. I've decided to make her rebellious and quite feisty to mirror Nero's impetuosity. After all, that kid had to take after someone, right? So why not mummy dearest? I know the story might seem slow to start but I need to set up the scenery for the events to come. Hope you like it anyway.
It all started on a Holy Thursday, on the first day of a most-welcomed vigorous spring that tinted the cityscape of the Castle Town of Fortuna in luminous shades of gold and blue. The cobbled streets were empty, the shops and cafes all closed, for all the inhabitants were gathered inside the Cathedral whose majestic dome overlooked the nearby Renaissance-style buildings, a sacred beacon calling the devotees to pray. But the religious establishment was nothing in comparison to the partially-veiled giant-like idol standing tall and massive within the ramparts of the city, a figure made of stone and marble with the face of Vergil’s father. It didn’t look very resembling to him. Sparda never had such delicate features, not in his son’s memories at least. But it did not matter. The young man wasn’t here to judge some clearly distasteful architecture. He was here for the answers and the promises of power that island kept in between its walls.             “The Order of the Sword, huh? They worship a demon as a god?” This reality sounded foolish, incomprehensible even. His father was no god. He knew that better than anyone. But what was religion if not idealisation, divinisation of a flawed man? Humans …
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“Elissa!” A fearful whisper pronounced the girl’s name but it would take more than a whisper for her to stop her mischief. “Elissa! Come dddd-down!” The girl named Elissa smiled, enjoying the risk she was definitely taking. Degrading the Savior? Not her first time. But she had never climbed that high before. “What if sss-omeone sees you … sss-ees us?” She rolled her green eyes, weary of the perpetual anxiety shaking the already very trembling voice of her friend. “Agnus! Stop being such a pussy!” She shouted-murmured, not really knowing why she was murmuring at all. “Everyone’s at church!” Agnus fidgeted even more as he saw the young woman taking her time spraying blue paint on the statue, the tip of her rosy tongue out, an adorable display of her concentration and perfectionism. “Does it look like the Guard’s symbol to you?” She demanded, observing her rebellious art from all possible angles.     Agnus sighed and looked up, regretting to have left his lab for this childish yet dangerous adventure. He wasn’t a teenager anymore. He even had a woman and a baby daughter waiting for him at home. So why wasting time playing vandals with Elissa? He knew why. “You’re not looking under my skirt, are you?”          The man blushed, terribly uncomfortable. “What? Of cccc-ourse not!” But he was a scientist and scientists were curious beings. That’s what he was telling himself each time he was thinking about what was hidden underneath Elissa’s crimson clothes.The Cathedral bells rang loud, signalling the end of today’s mass. Soon, the people of Fortuna would invade the streets again to come back to their boring daily occupations. “We’re definitely gonna get ccc-caught.” Agnus told himself. “What am I gonna tell Marcus?” A suspect noise stopped Agnus in his alarming thoughts. It was coming from a few streets away. Squeals and growls of fury and pain. Demons? “Ddd-did you hear that?” Elissa listened carefully and recognized the screams. She had heard similar ones in Mitis Forest recently. She had shut a lot of them up too. They were demons alright but not the worst kind. “Just a few …scarecrows.” She tried to reassure Agnus but realised he was already gone. “Such a pussy.” She shook her head, slightly exasperated but not surprised. Agnus was not famous for his bravery, quite the opposite. He was a coward but Elissa was okay with it. After all, he had been providing the Guardians with very useful information concerning demons for a few years now, all that thanks to his natural talents as an alchemist. The girl jumped off the statue and, in order to remove the beige dust from the fabric, shook her old red dress typical of Fortuna fashion, one of the few clothes she had kept from her past life in the Order and that she now used to blend in among the Fortunans each time she would venture in town. She then cautiously pulled up her skirt to reveal a thigh belt hidden under the white petticoat and strapped the spray can, right next to a sharp curved dagger she kept in a thin leather sheath just in case.        “Hey! You!” Did we say cautiously? “Shit!” Time to run.
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Yamato shone in the sun, casting a shadow on Vergil’s young face that even this small fight hadn’t manage to fluster, and once again the blade made one with the saya with a perfect clink that echoed like a lethal musical note in the demon-cleared street. “Just what are your true intentions?” He wondered out loud as he wrapped his blue frame under a linen cloak that looked foreign to anyone who would take a look.Elissa took a look, green eyes staring with curiosity from under her white hood she had carelessly thrown above her head in precipitation to cover her soft locks of fiery ginger when she had left the place of her previous mischief as fast as she could, successfully escaping the angry guards shouting at her.           She took a look, knowing exactly what this stranger had just done as she watched him crossing the crowd with purpose, alone, going up the street towards the Cathedral while everyone was walking down, their minds still lost in religious psalms.             She stopped in her track for a second to admire him, wondering who he was and where he came from. She imagined a distant city at first, somewhere far away from here, crowded with people who hadn’t been indoctrinated by the Order’s promises. But then, as she noticed his bearing, so stately and yet so lonely, she thought he wasn’t from a particular place but from many places. A wanderer, traveling the world, someone who held knowledge, who had seen what was beyond the horizon of Fortuna.            He probably noticed her stare as he concealed his face even more under his hood and slightly hunched his shoulders. So, out of respect and despite her devouring curiosity, Elissa walked away, certain that if Sparda wanted her to meet this mysterious strange again, then their paths would cross one more time.Vergil quietly made his way in the main avenue where the marble giant was standing and slowed down when he noticed a small crowd gathered by the statue’s feet. Everyone was gasping in shock, hands over mouths as if they were the witnesses of the worst sacrilege, the most terrible infamy.       Wondering what the fuss was all about, the Son of Sparda peered over everyone’s shoulders from a distance but close enough to spot a graffiti plastered on the leg of the thing the Fortunans seemed to call The Savior. It was a symbol of some sort, a pair of winged arms with sharp claws protecting Sparda’s horned head. It had been drawn with turquoise paint that was still running down the immaculate white stone and that was leaving a heavy odour of solvents in the ambient air, identical to the one Vergil had smelt when that girl who had stared at him with insistence had walked past him, an odour indicating Vergil when the degradation had been made and who had done it.He scoffed briefly, amused by the political provocation and the over-dramatic reaction of the bigoted crowd, and after glancing one last time at the spray-painted symbol, resumed his exploration of the city.       “Looks like appearances can be deceiving in this city after all.” Vergil said as he thought about the rebellious girl in saint clothes who didn’t seem to be new in the graffiti drawing business according to the devotees’ wrath. “Those rebels again! Soiling the image of Sparda with their belligerent propaganda. Hope the Order will find them soon.” They agreed with each other with angry nods. “They are worse than demons! They probably hide in shadows like the rats they are.”     Had Vergil just stepped in the middle of a civil war?
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When her holy hood fell back on her shoulders, Elissa sighed in relief, glad to finally feel her soft ginger hair finally liberated from that awful religious cage of white cotton she couldn’t stand wearing anymore. Few more minutes and she would also get rid of that ridiculous dress that constricted her like a straitjacket. But right now, she had a meeting to attend.      Summoned by her leader, probably to claim responsibility for her new roguishness that had caused such a big turmoil in the city this morning, she pushed the door of Guardian Marcus’s office without an ounce of fear or apprehension. She knew full well she would not be reprimanded. She never was.  “Elissa! My child, come.” The white-haired old man welcomed her with wide opened arms and showed her a seat before him where she sat in silence and waited for him to say what he had to say.At first, he just stared at her, without a word but with half a smile and a look of amusement he couldn’t keep to himself. And finally he spoke with a cheerful tone. “You should have painted it red.” His loud laugh echoed in the room and he took a huge sip of the red wine waiting to be drunk in a fancy chalice next to his velvet armchair.            Elissa had a timid respectful smile; unable to act casual with this man who, even though was distant family, had been leading the cause she was fighting for for so many years, since even before she was born. “How did you find out?”           “Agnus told me.” He admitted and gauged the girl’s reaction who seemed more disappointed in herself than surprised. “Should have thought so.”    “Be careful who you surround yourself with, Elissa. Offering someone your trust can be as dangerous as any blade. Believe me, I know.” He traced the large scar along his wrinkled face, a reminder of an old betrayal that had made him lose, in addition to his left eye, a man he used to call brother and who was now leading Fortuna thanks to his lies and his dark secrets. Sanctus. “I shall remember your advice, sir.” “But you know what surprises me the most? It’s that Adel didn’t try to talk you out of this. After all, he follows you like a shadow … an enamoured shadow even.” Marcus smiled, trying to build complicity with this young lady, the granddaughter of the brother he had lost long ago, a child he loved like his own. Elissa smiled in return and shook her head, having trouble to believe she was having this conversation with her leader. “And yet you seemed keen on refusing his advances. May I know why?”        “I didn’t know this was a matchmaking appointment.” Elissa humoured, definitely amused by the situation. “I’m old and I’ve been at war for most of my life. So let’s say, the frivolity of youth and the burgeoning loves are like peaceful songs to my heart.”        Elissa sighed and her heart, in spite of this new attempt at making it yield to a man she didn’t love, once again refused to see Adel as nothing else than a friend. “I’m just not interested. Enamoured shadows are not my type.”         “ And what, pray tell, is your type?”
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Vergil had visited many places in his short lifetime. Perpetually on the move – he refused to say ‘on the run anymore’ for running was for the weak – he had seen so many cities, so many different landscapes, some in shades of blue, some in shades of green and other in shades of gold, so many colours most men would have forgotten but that he had somehow always cared to remember. But there was something about Fortuna that made her unique, different from all the things he had had the chance to see.         Perhaps was it the anachronistic almost medieval atmosphere that had shaped the city architecture and the inhabitants’ lifestyle or perhaps was it because every edifice seemed to hold secret knowledge about his family.  Whatever it was, Vergil was sure of one thing; what made Fortuna special were clearly not the city’s filthy underground bars from Port Caerula, well hidden under the docks, away from prying eyes that would be easily outraged by the debauchery they held between their walls. That kind of place he was familiar with, despite his revulsion for them and the people frequenting them.           “Hello, sugar. You’re a new face.” An eccentric woman declared as she tried to take a peek under Vergil’s cowl, her voluptuous body leant against the bar. “And a handsome one. I would lower my price for a face like yours.” The young man glanced at the woman, shortly but long enough to see how she looked, the embodiment of repulsive tragedy that once looked beautiful.             Her makeup was smeared and barely hiding the bruises and the cuts on her young face and she was wearing a church outfit ripped at the thighs and purposely unbuttoned to reveal her generous cleavage. And in her velvet purse, she kept a wig made of dry artificial ginger hair some despicable men had certainly asked her to wear more than once.       “Not interested. Now leave.” Vergil’s tone was curt and cold but she insisted anyway.        “You’re sure? I make the best blowjobs in all Fortuna. Isn’t that right, Captain?” She nodded towards a young charismatic brown-skinned man carrying a crossbow on his back and drinking sitting the stool right next to Vergil. When he heard his name, he spared a glare at the prostitute and at the Son of Sparda as well for no particular reason but because he hated his occasional obscene deviations to be exposed. “He just looooves some naughty church girls. Do you like them too?” Vergil ignored her and focused again on his drink, lying untouched on the bar. He didn’t like drinking. “Or do you prefer them innocent and prudish? I can be either.”  “Quit with your lies and just leave, Pomona².” The dark-haired man ordered with a strong voice that made her smile.       “ Ha! Looks like I finally have my name back. See you around, sugar… Adel.” She winked and left to sell her body to someone else that would accept it in exchange of a bit of money.“You should not visit that sort of bar if women like Pomona bother you, stranger.” The so-called Adel warned before drinking from his tankard. He, just like everybody else here, could tell Vergil was not from around. All they had to do was looking at him. After all, everyone knew everyone else in a small reclusive island like Fortuna. “It’s sometimes the loudest, worst people that give all the information a man looks for.”     “So you’re looking for information then. About what?” Vergil was a curious man but he despised curiosity in other people, especially when he was the subject of their curiosity.            “Nothing a man like you knows about.”        The answer surprised the Moor who hadn’t expected such arrogance coming from a stranger. “Well, piece of advice. If you want information in Fortuna, there are two ways to get them. Either you don’t behave like an arrogant asshole or you pay for them.”     Vergil smirked slightly under his hood as he already knew how to react to such pathetic insult. Adel was not a difficult man to read. “Just like when you want a woman’s love, am I right?”             The provocation burnt and stang like the most vicious hot poker piercing through
Adel’s dignity and ego. It pushed him to stand up and grab his crossbow in retaliation.         But his weapon, as precise and strong as it was, was useless in close combat and it instantly met the sharp blade of a magnificent katana that would make any swordsman worth the name grow pale. And with a dexterous swift move, the crossbow flew across the room as if it was a paper plane.But the clients in the bar didn’t gasp at the legendary Yamato. They gasped at the silvery-white hair adorning Vergil’s head that had been revealed when he inadvertently had lost his hood in this express fight. “It’s the hair of Sparda.” People whispered, amazed.     With an expert graceful move, Yamato found his saya again and Vergil walked through the crowd, high-handed and resolved to escape this place and all those bothering eyes he felt upon him.But as he pushed the door of the establishment, he came face to face with the feminine figure he had noticed in the streets this morning. It stopped him in his track and for the first time in his lifetime, but certainly not the last, he looked into her deep green eyes.  They reminded him of an old poem he loved greatly, one he had read so many times and would never grow tired of, about a dark forest and a tyger burning bright³. And as he gazed in that girl’s look and witnessed that emerald wood, wild and dense, trying to conceal in vain the fiery fur of a predator, Vergil knew he would never read that poem the same way or imagine Blake’s colours in the shades he would normally imagine them.               And so he stared, longer than he wanted, almost the same way she gazed at the pale blue topazes and at the god-like silver hair crowning his head. But while fire is wild, the ice is timid. And thus, admiration only shows through the eyes of the red lady.    And when she finally opened her mouth to speak her mind, Vergil escaped into the night leaving lost shadows behind him. But that was fine. Shadows were not the lady’s type after all.It all started on a Holy Thursday, on the first day of a most-welcomed vigorous spring that tinted the cityscape of the Castle Town of Fortuna in luminous shades of gold and blue.      But among them there was this vibrant red and two sparkling amber-tinted emeralds reflecting brighter than anything else in a pair of icy eyes, a mirror who strangely wouldn’t mind seeing that reflection again.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: ¹ Marcus: derived from the name of the Roman god of war, Mars to highlight Marcus' status and personality. ² Pomona: From Latin pomus "fruit tree". The word "Pomme" is also the French for "apple", the fruit of temptation. Pomona will come back in other chapters. ³ a tyger burning bright : From William Blake's poem The Tyger
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batarella · 3 years
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The Bullet: A Sequel to the Commander - Part 5 (Jason Todd x Reader)
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Don’t mind me. I’m just enjoying the last three days of The Commander Week. that’s right ya filthy animals, the series ends after Part 7. Hope you all enjoy!
Also, for the trigger warning, the first scene is a flashback that includes the reader having a miscarriage so if you are in any way uncomfortable with that, you can skip over the entire italicized section.
WORDS: 8130 WARNINGS: Miscarriage, Vaginal Sex, 69 Oral Sex, Violence. Firearms
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THE BULLET MASTERLIST
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If Y/N were to be asked what her life’s greatest regret remains to be, there would be none so than that one, fateful night, a night so embedded into the deepest crevices of her memories, one so horrifying, a destruction of everything she had built out of her lifetime of other regrets. From a life she never chose. And it wasn’t that night of the Arkham Knight Militia’s occupation, when she’d failed as its commander, destroyed months what it had come to be. It wasn’t when she’d missed when she fired the Cloudburst tank at the batmobile, almost losing her life. And it definitely wasn’t when she failed to reach out to her uncle Floyd on the last few months of his life. Because as much as she would have hoped to rewrite its histories, some of them anyway, there has never been one single regret that had haunted her close to her own death, death to her loved ones, her only loved ones.
April 10. Six months ago.
She was called in by an anonymous client. Most of the time, Y/N demanded to know her client’s identities before even considering doing the job. And she was about to do just that. Ignore the text. Ignore the calls. Go about her day. Even if it weren’t anonymous, she wouldn’t have accepted it anyway. Not right now. But this one client, without so much as another word, sent a million dollars to her account.
Before she could respond, he gave her the instructions. Where to go and who to kill. How far she must stand from the target and how she had to be alone. It was nothing out of the ordinaries that she was used to. In fact, the target seemed fairly easy to eliminate. When she asked for his identity again, the caller did not respond with a name.
Instead, he responded with a price.
Ten million dollars. To be sent to her account the minute her target is done for.
Floyd always told her never to take the chance, to never do so much as prepare for the job unless their clients pay the full price beforehand. And it had always worked out for him. Never once did he cheat, and he avoided himself from being cheated. Y/N? She never argued with that philosophy.
But ten million dollars? When she already had a million in the bank just now?
Her arsenal of weapons stared at her from her closet. Whispering. Luring her in.
Jason wouldn’t exactly approve of this. Not when it was far too shady.
So she waited for him to come home that night and told him about the deal.
He offered to do it for her. Collect the money into her account. But she insisted the client made it clear that it had to be her and her alone. And at that, Jason refused. Not even if he paid fifteen million, he said. She was in no place to take that kind of risk. Not with her. But Y/N, months out of work, out of her line of work. She hadn’t had a client like this for a while. She yearned a taste of looking out into her scope, feeling the wind through her nose and cheeks.
So that night, she did what would eventually become the greatest single regret of her life.
Y/N put on her suit, took out an AK, a sniper, and two pistols. Along with other things she might need like grenades and her grappling gun.
She knew it was risky leaving the place with Jason asleep. He’ll definitely wake up just from feeling the bed empty beside him, and he’ll find her wherever she was in Gotham an hour after she’d left. So she didn’t have much time. Hopefully, when this is all done, she can come back to the apartment unharmed and take whatever scolding Jason has in store for her without it becoming too much of a fight. In fact, it most probably will.
Y/N left their place and took her bike, stormed out into the empty streets and reached an old building she was told to wait in. This was, in all honesty, probably the most stupid thing she’s ever done. But she’s been tasked to do much worse, with much more dangerous people. It couldn’t possibly be anything she wouldn’t expect.
She got onto the rooftop, set up her sniper. Then she looked out into her scope and focused on the target her anonymous client sent her. She had no idea who it was. But she settled for the photos she was sent with to identify her target. He wasn’t too far even. And he looked just about as regular a guy as anyone she’d see walking along the streets.
The client told her to wait a while, to fire the shot at exactly ten pm. She had a few minutes.
Then she started to smell something so foul. So familiar. It surged up her nostrils and immediately, she halted her breaths and stopped herself from feeling too much of the disgusting scent. It went all the way up to her eyes. Watery. Shaking. Then it went to her tongue. She could taste it. And it was the most sickening thing she’s ever tasted. Y/N held onto the wall nearby and stopped the bile from rising up to her throat.
A thick, green cloud of smoke. It was everywhere on the rooftop she was in. And she could barely see anything there was in front of her. No sign of the floor, of the wall, of the shape of the roof. Nothing but smoke. Y/N almost toppled off her feet when the scent went up to her head, swirling around like a cyclone.
Then she saw something.
A figure made its way towards her, slowly, calmly, like it was floating on the ground. Despite the fog and the air, she could make out more of its form. A form of a twisted man, barely a man. One made of rags, covered every part of his skin. His mouth looked sewn shut, and the robes he had on looked old and decayed. He smelled exactly like the toxin around her, but amplified.
And finally. His hands. He didn’t have just fingers at all. No. He had needles. Syringes. On his knuckles.
And when she met his eyes, she’s never seen anything so ghostly and horrifying.
“It has been far too long, Commander…” Scarecrow started to walk around her in a circle.
Y/N held her breaths, both through her mouth and her nose, and shut her eyes before the tears became too painful to shed. The visions would start soon.
Instinctively, her hand went to the little bump on her stomach, at her suit that had gone just a bit too tight around the waist, and Scarecrow watched her as she did.
“Ahhh. A child…” he chuckled beneath his throaty, cruel breath. “You're not too far along. Three? Four months? Lovely of you to still accept the job.”
The horrible man leaned in so closely to her face. She was lightheaded, so dangerously near to falling to the ground in need of any whip of air there was.
Then she gasped. Just before the air went white.
“What…” she coughed. “do you want…”
“You destroyed what took me years to build, Commander. And I’m going to make sure you won't be around when I do it again. Send the Knight my congratulations.”
Then Scarecrow disappeared as quickly as he arrived.
And the smoke wouldn’t stop. The voices. The bullets. Coming to rain down on her over and over despite her body still erect, barely. Y/N crawled to the door, but it was locked. Her grappling gun was gone. She had no where else to turn to.
Floyd was there. Taunting her. She was on the floor, holding her stomach before she’d eventually puke out her guts. Her pelvis started to sting so much. And she screamed in terror, both in pain and in fear.
And there were monsters all around her. Despite something still inside her telling her to calm down, telling her that they weren’t real, the creatures started to run after her.
She pulled herself up and ran. She ran so fast she hadn’t realized her foot had met the ledge.
And she backed away, just seconds before she would have plunged to her death. Y/N grabbed on to her scalp, ran off before the indescribable monsters would reach her.
She pulled out her pistol.
The bullets. She didn’t even know where she was aiming at. At the monsters. At the air. She fired at anything she could see, anything that could have gone after her. The smoke had started to fade. And ever so slowly she started seeing the ground beneath her feet and the other buildings around her thar she had stirred awake. She kept firing. At one, terrifying looking creature from the dark coming straight for her.
The creature fell to the floor, but she didn’t stop pulling the trigger, clicking the barrel, firing at everything else.
She didn’t realize she was firing at a wall.
‘Ricochet,’ Floyd’s voice echoed. ‘A critical angle almost the same as the ricochet.’
‘Be careful not to fire directly in front of it, or else it goes straight back to you.’
She didn’t feel anything at first. She didn’t hear the bullet bounce off from the metal wall and speed right towards her, and she didn’t feel it pierce through her lower stomach, right at the bump. She didn’t feel the blood pour out of her and stain her suit, the ground. She didn’t feel it when her body fell to the ground.
But by then the toxin had fully dispersed. And from where she fell, she could see the creature she had fired at.
Jason, holding onto his stomach, was crawling towards her screaming in his own pain. There was blood everywhere. And it wasn’t just hers. It was his, coming from his chest. And he had bled so much in just so little time.
Y/N felt everything all at once, even the pain in her ears when she let out a chilling shrill of a scream. The last thing she saw was Jason, ignoring his wounds, ignoring his blood. He pulled her to his arms and cradled her until the sky went black.
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Y/N shot up.
Her skin was covered completely in her sweat. And her forehead was drenched as well. Her heart so rapidly beating, so much that it hurt. Y/N gasped from the bottom of her lungs in search for the air she thought she desperately needed.
She was alive. She was in their loft, the space above the level ground. On the mattress the was still just sitting on the floor without a bed frame to go with it. She clutched her stomach and there was no blood around her, not on the sheets.
Y/N sighed and covered her face before it got too cold.
“Y/N?” Jason reached out from beside her. “What’s wrong?”
The she remembered.
She turned to the clock beside her. Three am. It was that day.
She curled herself even tighter to make her body as small as she could. She couldn’t care to live through this day. Not like this.
“Hey.” Jason encased her in his large arms. “What did you dream about?”
“It’s today…” she said.
“What?”
She wiped a tear that had fell down to her shivering palms.
“The baby… He was supposed to arrive today…”
Jason watched how her face moved, or how it didn’t move, then with a parted mouth, Y/N turned to him, seeing how he let reality sink in and the memories of grief flood right back into his head.
He swallowed and pulled her to his chest.
“I miss him, too…”
“Just hold me…”
“I’m here…”
Jason let her head fall to his neck, let her arms hold him as tight as her weakening grip would allow her. Y/N felt something in her stomach, twisting, and it was so rotten and messed up that she felt sick to her stomach just feeling it.
He kissed her head.
“You want something to eat? I can get you something.”
“No, thank you. I’ll be fine…”
“Just let me know,” he held her face. “Come on.”
Jason pulled her body up to lay against the wall behind them. Leaning on their backs, Jason placed his cheek gently on the top of her head and she closed her eyes, falling into the warmth of his chest.
“It’s just another day now. Everything’s okay… We’ll be okay…”
“Alright…” she placed a light peck onto his neck. Jason let her stay there for as long as she needed. And she needed it for a long time. She kept kissing his pec, his collarbone, anywhere she could reach, and her lips were as light as a kitten’s paw, ever so slightly layering her love over any surface she could fall over.
When Jason pulled her chin up and let her lips lean against his firmer ones, she sighed at the relief, despite it being so little and subtle. It was the kind of relief that had gotten her through the days. She parted her mouth, let her lips move about and enjoy how it touched his so delicately, and when she felt his tongue, running over her teeth, she breathed in.
She could pick out every detail of how his tongue felt, how warm it was in her mouth. When his teeth started joining in with the fun, she held the back of his neck to pull him even closer. Jason was so soft like this, even when it was hard, rippling muscles that her fingers laid on. She kissed the tip of his nose, his cheek, then just after she got to kiss his neck, Jason pulled her up to his lips again.
He pulled her back down on her side on the mattress, his arms holding her around her shoulders. Y/N, with her hugging his head close, let their lips continue to enjoy each other in the darkness, at the coolness that prickled their skin where the thin blanket sheet didn’t cover them. Jason’s hand, once on her arm, had now rested on her waist ever so slightly squeezing onto her flesh.
Jason pulled away, then Y/N raised her arms so Jason could take her shirt off. No bra. His lips were all around her. On her neck, chest, tongue flicking over her nipples to make her gasp. His other hand had already reached down under her shorts to caress her ass, just staying there, squeezing, while his lips went on. He just enjoyed her body, touching it everywhere, kissing it everywhere.
Then Y/N reached downwards, over to his shorts at the bulge poking at her pelvis. She started stroking his clothed member so slowly yet it made him jolt up and sigh. She kissed his jaw, then his neck. Jason pulled away and watched her kiss her way down every pec and every ab on his chest and stomach.
She was still fairly half-asleep, and didn’t have the energy much to sit up. So Y/N just crawled down the bed, placed her legs where her head once was and laid on her side, facing Jason’s shorts. She licked her hand then pulled his hardening cock out for her to pump.
Jason didn’t make a sound at first, but she could feel his muscles tighten. When she placed her mouth on the tip, lazily dragging it against her lips, she felt Jason pull her shorts up her legs and hooked one of them under his arm.
“Oh…” she moaned with him in her mouth when Jason’s heavy tongue went over her slit. She was just starting to get wet, her juices not even reaching her ass yet. He can change that. When she felt him open her up with his fingers, going over her most sensitive parts with his tongue laid soft and relaxed, she started taking him further into her mouth while the bottom half was being pumped with her hand.
And neither of them went any faster than when they started. They enjoyed their love, enjoyed the night loving each other so gently, pleasuring each other in the most intimate way they could. She rolled her wrist around while pumping him while she started licking down his balls, and it made him moan while his tongue was sticking inside her. She closed her eyes, gently kissed the tip, savoring the taste of his pre-cum as he got so hard in her mouth, her jaw started to ache. Then she her hand went to his thigh to hold him close, gasping for a moment when he sucked too hard on her clit, then went back to submerging his cock into her mouth.
She was gonna cum first. She could feel it. Jason kept going, didn’t care if her mouth suddenly popped his cock out, only being held with her hand when his tongue traced every spot on her clit and his fingers plunged deep inside her. Y/N cried out his name, forced herself to keep going to give back, and even with his cock so deep inside her mouth, eyes watering as her whole face started to hurt, Jason curled his fingers up to her pelvis and her heavy breathing started to rapidly quicken.
She didn’t scream, even when it was such an amazing, blissful flow of release, but her moans were sweet and delicate, mouth parted and her muscles tighten around her all at the same time. She forgot about everything, every regret in her life, for that one short moment and let Jason give her that high she craved so much.
Then she went on with his cock, pulling her mouth back and forth, but Jason wanted to fuck.
She stood up on her knees, faced away from him, then straddled his hips so she could drag his long cock down her pathetically drenched slit. She rocked her hips, let his hands go up her waist and traced her sexy back, then she threw her head up high to the ceiling when he closed the distance between them. He was inside her, then he wasn’t, then he was again. She raised her hips up and down in a deathly slow pace. He was moaning, breathing so heavily. Y/N could feel him watching her move and she turned her head back to lock eyes with him.
Jason sat up, chest against her back, then kept her chin turned over to him so he could kiss her. And his hands just went to town. Every patch of her skin, her breasts bouncing, her pussy throbbing, her stomach and waist that he couldn’t stop running his hands around. The sex they had that was soft, slow, lazy, so full of their bursting love as often as it was mindlessly rough and, well, since they first tried it out, involved a lot of firearms. But it was one of those nights, like that night at the barracks when they were drenched from the rain, in her quarters, making love for what felt like the first time. These nights, it was hot, slow, and her heart felt like bursting just as much as her pussy did. Jason laid his forehead against her nose, both their eyes closed, feeling each other’s breath, feeling them touch. He held her so close and kissed her shoulder, then he thrusted up to meet her rocking hips.
“Oh…oh…” she moaned into his mouth. And when she felt him cum, the warmth of his seed also sent to the edge. Soft, ever so slow, but it made her legs shiver so much that Jason held onto her tight.
When they fell to the bed, limbs entangled, they didn’t get out until the sun was setting well into the afternoon.
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“Oh! Oh, god!”
With Y/N underneath him on the couch, Jason rapidly thrusted his hips into her and held on to his diminishing strength to hold himself up. He slowed down, caught his breath by slowly biting into her neck, then when his heart rate started to keep pace, he went back to bottoming himself out into her fucking tight hole.
The TV was on, and his thrusts, sloppy and wet and enjoying itself, he leaned down to her neck and Y/N turned her head to the screen with her mouth parted and cheeks dangerously red.
“Isn’t… that… Oh!” Jason snapped his hips into her. “Tim and… Barbara?...”
He didn’t stop fucking her and held onto her waist to keep grinding. He glanced at the screen and snorted. “It’s their… fuck… wedding today…”
“How nice-OH FUCK JUST LIKE THAT!”
He turned her head back to look at his face and he sat up so he could forcibly hold onto her waist and harshly thrust into her while pulling her body back and forth. Y/N let her tits bounce, back arch up, grabbed onto her own hair to relieve the overwhelming tremors.
“J-jay?” she whimpered breath getting heavier and heavier at each pounding.
“What?!”
Jason had his eyes closed, focused on how tight her pussy was and how it was clenching around him. Then he forced his eyes open so he could watch how fucking beautiful she looked when her tits moved to his liking and her body glistening under the sun.
“I-isn’t that… fuck… your butler?”
He grew annoyed and momentarily looked at the screen. “…got himself o-ordained…” he didn’t stop moving. “Alfred… officiated the ceremony-fucking hell, you're tight.”
“O-oh…” Jason stuck his thumb into her mouth.
“I just wanna fucking look at you while I cum and not them… so stop talking…” he said before leaning down and wrestling her lips down until it hurt. He was gonna cum. So close.
She looked at him with her mouth parted, breath uneven, and that sharp, insanely loud scream coming out of her lips. He came inside her and let his load fill her up so much that he could feel it leak down on the couch.
“Fuck!” he pulled out and fell to her chest. Y/N kissed his forehead, letting him lay down on her breasts so she could play with his hair, letting the high die down.
“And that’s it for the Gordon-Drake wedding. Next up we have some good news for Red Hood and Deadshot fans. Approval ratings for the two have now reached eighty percent over just the course of two weeks, Although some fans disapproved of their recent moral decisions, it does not stop how the two have grown into two of the most beloved heroes of the decade. Their lack of superpowers enables their fans to relate closely to these two vigilantes, with boys and girls from around the country wearing red helmets and hoods, as well as fake guns and white masks-“
“I don’t feel comfortable at that at all,” Y/N snorted. “Why would I want little kids dressed up as me?”
“You’ll get used to it.”
“This is Vicki Vale, and have a good day.”
Jason stuffed his face between her breasts and let it stay there for a few good minutes.
“How much worse do you think it gets when they found out we’d stopped killing?”
“They’ll find out eventually. And trust me, I don’t expect people to be happy about that. A lot of them want bad guys killed and have us do the dirty work. Makes them feel safer.”
“And that’s exactly why we do it.”
“Yeah. It does. So if they find out we’d stopped people might actually go back to hating us.”
“I’m okay with that.”
He kissed her chin.
“Hey,” she held his face. “Have you thought of a date, yet?”
Jason couldn’t bear to stop a smile and his finger brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “Two months from now?”
“Two months? Are you kidding?”
“I don’t wanna wait too long,” he kissed her again.
“That’s gonna be on a December. You sure you wanna get married in the cold?”
“I don’t really care. I just wanna marry you.”
Her heart’s warmth consuming her, Y/N took his face in her hands and leaned in.
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It was probably just a coincidence that it was in Jason’s old building, the one they stayed at on their first trip to Gotham. But it certainly wasn’t a surprise. With it holding up so well, it was only logical for bad guys to stay there for a hideout.
They took the front door, kicked it down with one hit of Red Hood’s foot and Deadshot held out her gun in front of her. As they turned to the first corner, at a place where broken mail boxes were supposed to be stacked against one another, three large men appeared running down the steps.
Red Hood grabbed a mail box and hauled it towards the man that was the most behind, hitting him in the head. And like dominos he fell down the stairs, started sliding down with his head repeatedly hitting the steps and taking his two friends down with him. The three of them on the ground, the one at the very bottom threw the others off his back and started to leap for Deadshot.
She grabbed his hands that were going right for her and directed him towards the wall, grabbing the back of his neck. She slammed his nose against the wood, moved his face around and made sure the sharpness of its surface scarred his face, before she turned him around and kneed his groin.
Jason took care of the other two, slamming their heads together, wrestling one down while throwing the other right over his shoulder, having them land their punches on the other’s face instead of on him. Coming out unscathed, the three were down in less than a minute.
They raced up the steps. There was no one on the second floor. No one on the third floor either. On the highest level, the one where Jason’s room was, Deadshot opened his apartment and looked around.
“Thank god, they didn’t touch your room, right?”
“Focus.”
She scoffed. “Fine.”
They heard voices from a room at the farthest side. When Jason kicked it open, another four men were inside.
They came after Y/N. Must have thought she was weaker than him. These idiots.
She pulled out her two pistols and started firing at their legs. Deadshot kept her distance, backing off at the little stampede, then Jason grabbed two of them and threw them both against the wall. On a nearby table, he flipped it over, then with his incredibly strong arms, pried the table’s leg apart with a strong crunch.
He tapped it against his palm. “Let’s play.”
Their legs must have been made of fucking clay when it just absorbed her bullets with little to no effect from them at all. And these men weren’t even that huge. Deadshot jumped against the wall, landed a kick to the face so hard he passed out on the floor, then gasped when another one’s fist so closely landed on her head before she grabbed the arm and tried with all her might to stop it from going any further. With her heel, Deadshot pushed him off of her and used Jason’s technique to stun her enemy. Using his body as leverage, she flew herself up, slammed her elbow against his head, then with quick, succeeding punched to the gut, she gained the momentum she needed to land just enough punches to incapacitate him.
The other one stood up, wiped the blood off his lip, and grabbed Deadshot’s whole body slamming it against the wall. She stopped his face from going anywhere near her, palm up against his bloodied nose. And she struggled, enough that her arms started to shake, then for the shortest spilt second she grabbed her gun and shot him in the foot.
He fell back, and she elbowed his rib until he fell to the ground, and after one last slam of her body, he was out cold.
Red Hood, on the other hand, didn’t look like he was struggling as much, using the block of wood to repeatedly hit the other two goons. A slam to the head, hard enough for their eyes to go white. He dodged from an incoming hit and slammed the wood against his stomach. He wielded it like a sword, like an extension to his limbs. Red Hood didn’t exactly hit them hard enough to gain a concussion but when he’d dodged every one of their fists, hit them with the block of wood repeatedly so until at the end, both men gave out and fell to the ground.
Deadshot finished up, kneeling in front of the bodies.
“Come on,” she told Red Hood. “You know the drill.”
She knew he was rolling his eyes when he threw his weapon to the ground and did the same as Deadshot.
Fingers holding up to their pulse points, they waited, feeling for their heartbeats, and after they’d felt just the slightest bit of movement, they turned to the next.
Everyone alive so far.
“Now,” Deadshot held her hips. “Where did they hide her?”
Red Hood turned on the x-rays on his visor and looked around.
The fucking closet. The closet he had a same one of that was too small to even fit three coats.
He ran immediately towards it and shot the lock on its hinges. It opened.
A tiny, scrawny looking three-year-old girl, curled up at the floor of the closet clutching to her knees. She was so pale, and her head was against the wall. If they hadn’t come sooner, she would have died from suffocation.
At the rush of fresh air, the girl opened her eyes and looked up at Jason. The poor thing was shivering.
“Jay-“
“I know.”
Red Hood raised his visor and pulled back his hood. She looked less scared, staring at his very human face. But she flinched when Jason tried to reach for her.
“You wanna come with us? We’ll take you back to your parents…”
She shook her head. Color was coming back up to her face.
“No. No. We’re not one of them. We’re the good guys. Y/N, take your mask off.”
Deadshot did as he said and knelt down beside Jason.
“It’s alright… We’re not gonna hurt you,” she smiled at her.
Her shivering stopped when she saw them both.
“Y/N, can you take her?”
“Sure. Come on, Samantha.” She stretched out her arms, and the girl hesitantly but eventually let Y/N carry her up, her small, tubby hands circling around her neck. She started sucking her thumb and placed her head on Y/N’s shoulder.
Y/N felt something in her burn. She put her mask back on.
Red Hood led the way. And they carried the toddler down the steps.
When they got out the front door, they didn’t know what to expect.
A crowd. And not just a small group of friends. Reporters all around them. Girls screaming at the sight of Red Hood. Men and women ogling over Deadshot.
“Red Hood!!!”
“It’s them!!!”
“Our heroes!!”
Were they followed? Did they know this whole time that a kidnapping had happened in this building and not care at all? Not even when seven thugs were inside just a few minutes ago that were strong enough to rip their heads off their bodies?
“Y/N, hurry.”
A reporter, right at the front trying to stop the crowd. Red Hood grabbed his arm and hauled him forward. As quick as she could, and as gently as she possibly can, Deadshot handed the little girl over to the man and soothed her back.
Then they fucking ran.
Down the alleys. Up the rooftops. Into the corners where they couldn’t be seen.
“What the hell was that?!” Deadshot screamed.
“Someone must have seen us go in and called all their friends. I knew we should never take the front fucking door.”
“Fucking hell. I really have to get used to this.”
Most probably, if they had their best interests at heart, they will have to get used to it.
And it didn’t just end with the mob. Every news channel on Gotham was all over them. About how all the bodies they’d left in the building were all still alive, how almost none of them were as brutally injured as they often left their enemies to be. And Jason was wrong about people turning their backs on them. Because after just a month, the whole of the east coast wouldn’t stop talking about the famous vigilante couple who were both insanely hot and good looking. Somehow, everyone knew that even with their masks on.
When they stopped killing, news stations stopped feeling that ethical pull behind them that held them back from praising the two on a biased stance. Even when the people are all over them, Gotham City News Today and all the other companies still wouldn’t acknowledge if what they did was good or bad. because at the end of the day, back then anyway, they still took lives. They still received criticism. And especially with their histories, it was no surprise that they weren’t so easily beloved by the conglomerates that only wanted the people’s graces.
And now that that’s out of the way, no longer with them breaking laws or decapitating heads or pushing people off a ten story building, they were being shown as angels, and the news stations, Vicki Vale especially praised the two ten fold and were most often compared to the likes of Batman. Red Hood, who wasn’t so much of a subject for photographs, was now challenging the likes of the ultimate hottie vigilante Nightwing. Fans fought over them, started debates, argued about who was the better hero.
And, well, as much as their personal lives didn’t change as much, nothing was the same when they went out to fight. Not anymore.
Y/N eventually got used to it.
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Zoe liked Jason.
Her sweet little girl, who definitely wasn’t little anymore, sat across them from the table and wouldn’t stop laughing at all of Jason’s jokes. They ate at a pizza place that Zoe wanted to go to when she called them and asked if they wanted to hang out. Of course, Y/N agreed. She hadn’t seen her in a while. And it wasn’t her first time meeting Jason, either. So as the night went on, they had their most fun. They ate, asked her about school, and the look on Zoe’s face when they told her they were engaged, it was brighter than any sun that could rise.
They took her around the mall, let her go to whatever shop she wanted. Jason held Y/N’s hand the entire time. They bought her ice cream, let her play a few rounds at the arcade. It went on until the night had come to a close.
They walked down the street.
“How’s your mom, by the way, Zoe?”
Zoe held her hand. “She’s alright. We’re holding up well.”
“That’s good.”
“She told me to stay away from you, though... She thinks you’re exactly like daddy.”
Y/N and felt Jason’s hand behind her back. “Do you believe I’m good?” she asked her.
Zoe looked up at her and jumped. “Of course I do! Everyone in my school thinks your sooo awesome.”
“You don’t think we’re bad people?”
“Well… At first I thought it was bad that you kill people… but now you don’t! And it makes me so happy.”
Y/N turned to Jason.
Maybe it does have its perks.
“My mom doesn’t know about tonight. She thinks I’m out with friends. But that’s okay. I’m just glad I got to spend time with you.”
Zoe hugged her waist as they walked and Y/N placed a kiss on her head. Jason was smiling as well. All the while looking at Y/N.
As they turned towards a dark alleyway, they saw a small black car. A car they didn’t exactly recognize, but knew something was wrong about when it stopped in front of the alley where they were just about to go out of.
The black car’s door slowly peered open, then it was surrounded by police officers, cars with brightly lit sirens and motorcycles. There had to be at least five of them.
They looked back. Another three.
“Y/N…” Zoe took her hand. Jason on her side took to tightening his arm around her. Especially when she came out of the car.
The woman could never be mistaken by anyone else. Her propped up hair, clean without a strand out of place. A dark blue business suit that was posh, wrinkleless, and perfectly professional. Heels that echoed louder than any other sound on the streets.  Her head was so high up, nose in the air, so much that the air around them instantly grew thinner. It was clear, that just by her presence, everyone around her was at her feet. And she was tall. Taller than some of the cops, even. She was so much more intimidating than anyone else in the alleyway.
Amanda Waller placed her hands behind her back.
“Deadshot…”
Y/N lost her voice.
“Red Hood…”
Jason’s hand felt painful from gripping onto her shoulder so much. Zoe looked at the both of them.
“Y/N, what’s happening?”
“How did you find us?”
Waller wasn’t even scared to walk towards her. “We’ve been watching your little cousin here for some time now… Turns out you have quite the soft spot for her…”
“Get the hell out of my face, Waller.”
The woman grinned and let out a low chuckle. “You’re exactly like your uncle.”
“You think you can catch me because Floyd didn’t kill Batman with Zoe around? I’m not Floyd. I’ll kill you even if the fucking pope watches me.”
“Where are you gonna go? Up in the rooftops? We have twelve units surrounding you, Y/N. You can't get away.”
“She said,” Jason stepped in. “Get out of her face.”
“The son of a bitch. In the flesh. The Red Hood,” she eyed him up and down. “You are as handsome as they say. Maybe even more when I have both of you in the brightest orange suits.”
“Maybe if you had one in red, I might consider it.”
“Quite the talker, you are.”
“Zoe,” Y/N said over to her cousin. “Get out of here.”
“She stays.”
“Get out of here, now. Go back to the restaurant and stay there.”
“The girl stays here.”
And the moment Waller grabbed Zoe’s arm, Jason pushed Waller out of the way.
Ten guns were suddenly pointed right at him. Y/N gripped his arm from falling any further and they both froze, staring at the muzzles pointed right at their skulls.
Waller brushed off her suit.
“Don’t. Ever. Touch me.”
“If you lay a hand on that little girl again-“
“Officer Brady. Take him away-“
Y/N didn’t think it through. Not even for a second. Just that this woman was making her head boil beyond anything she could comprehend, how she was taking away everything she’d built for months for her own gain at the squad. The officers took Jason and cuffed him in front of her eyes, on his knees, looking at her with the biggest blue eyes that were doing nothing else but consoling her. She hated everything about it, hated how everything had to be stripped away from her after so much was handed over.
She never moved so fast.
Before anyone could turn, she had her wrist gun at Waller’s head.
All the officers focused their aim on her every joint. But she wasn’t scared. Instead, she screamed.
“I CAN FIRE THIS GUN FASTER THAN ANY OF YOU CAN MOVE. IF I HEAR ANY OF YOU SHOOT, YOUR BOSS DIES!”
The cops were silent, unmoving, but every pistol and sniper was on her. They were about to shoot. At any second now, she was going to die.
If not for Waller holding her hand up to stop any of the officers from firing.
She never lost her cool. Not even when at any sort of movement, Y/N fires.
Waller held her chin high.
“Let him go.”
“Or what?”
“Or I shoot you.”
Waller sneered. “Even if I die, you won't have your precious little man back,” she said that with a snarling laugh. “You’ll both be sent to prison, one way or another. And you will still be sent over to the task force under new management.”
She couldn’t do that to him. Not after everything.
He only just got out of the worst kind of prison any human being could possibly be subjected to, tortured, brought to the brink of death every single day. Belle Reve won't be any different. She couldn’t do that to him.
“Y/N, get out of here,” Jason coughed, before a cop pulled his head down.
“I’m sorry,” Waller folder her arms. “I thought you were the good guys now. I thought you don’t kill anymore, Y/N? What’s gonna happen when people find out their hero was a fraud?”
Zoe, who was shivering up against the wall, looked up at her in tears.
Y/N glanced at her and closed her eyes.
“We’ve saved the city more than any of your fucking cops had in a matter of weeks. Why arrest us now?”
“Because I don’t care about the kind of hero you are today. You have committed almost every heinous crime there is in the book before you even graduated high school. You and this man took over the city of Gotham in a military occupation. And you have killed hundreds, if not thousands of people around the world.“
Her hand started to shiver. Breathe.
“You are not a hero, Y/N. You never will be…”
Zoe was on the ground, knees to her chest. An officer came to calm her down but she refused to get out of Y/N’s side. And the look on her eyes, staring at her like all hope she had of her cousin, the role model she’s looked up to her whole life. Her hero. She was gone.
“We’re not allowed to subject you into the Task Force unless you are detained with at least five life sentences. So far, you’ve managed to clean up your acts well enough to only be charged with a few murders. That won't be enough. But your partner…”
She turned to Jason, held his chin and pulled it up so he would look up at her.
“Your partner is the perfect witness to testify against you. Unless you're married of course. Are you married?”
Waller looked at Y/N’s hands and smiled at the lack of a ring.
“I rest my case.”
“I will never talk!” Jason spat at her.
“Oh, you will. I break a few laws myself, Red Hood. And I don’t care if I have to beat the information I need out of you-“
NO.
NOT AGAIN.
NOT HIM.
To be tied, strung up to the ceiling, be beaten relentlessly with a crowbar. No. Not even if her life was on the line. Not her Jason.
She held her gun higher up to Waller’s head. “I will fucking shoot you…”
“It’s all up to you, Y/N. What do you want to do? You can kill me, go to prison. Or you won't, and still go to prison.”
Jason had his eyebrows up to his wrinkled forehead. He was telling her desperately to run. She can outrun them herself. If she tried. She can grapple up the building and outrun the cops like they so often use to.
But she wasn’t going to do that.
“I’ll make you a deal.”
“Enlighten me.”
“You don’t want me to shoot you. No matter how much you fake it. I know about the trigger on your little squad’s necks. It’s your heartbeat, isn’t it? I kill you, and every single one in Task Force X dies along with you.”
Waller lost her smile.
“I don’t care if I go to prison. Just as long as your dead, as long as there is no Suicide Squad, and I don’t get forced into your horrendous little game, I will shoot you. If you don’t let this man go…”
“And if I do?”
Y/N swallowed and heard Jason’s cries. She did everything she could to put them aside.
“Let him go. Free. Clear him of all his charges and make sure your men never go after him again.”
Breathe.
“If you do, then I’ll surrender to you right now and hand myself over-“
“Y/N, NO!”
Two officers holding Jason to the ground. She tried not to reach out to him.
“I’ll admit to all my crimes. Willingly. I’ll stand trial. I’ll do everything you ask of me. Then I’ll join the squad. I won't resist. I won't steer trouble. I’ll be exactly as Floyd had been for the team. It’ll be like he never died at all. And you’ll have me for the rest of my life. If I do, you can kill me.”
“NO!!!”
Waller didn’t look like she appreciated being cornered like this at all.
But a gun to her head, her mouth clenching with her deathly dark eyes locked onto Y/N, her eyes darted over Jason and she licked her lips.
“And how would you know we we’ll keep our little promise?”
“If I find out that he’s been hurt in ANY way at all, I will kill every single member of the squad singlehandedly, kill all the cops and guards who stand in my way, and finally, I’ll kill you-“
“And how are you gonna do that?”
“I can disarm anyone within five feet away from me and shoot ten bullets in the same second. And there are what, eight members of the squad? By the time your guards can even move, I’ll have killed them all.”
“Not even Floyd could do such a thing-“
Ten bullets. She aimed and shot them precisely at the potted plants, the bottles, and the windows that were on the walls above them. Not one of them missed.
All within exactly 96 milliseconds.
But Waller still had her hand up. The cops wouldn’t shoot Y/N. Not until Waller allows it. She must really, really want Y/N alive.
Y/N was playing the most dangerous game she ever possibly could, and she was winning.
In a way.
“I am not Floyd,” she growled at Waller.
This woman. Who lived with her pride never faltering. She was firm, tall, and kept her face from showing any sort of tremors or in any way afraid of the machine that was in front of her.
“What’s it gonna be?”
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Amanda Waller held out her hand and took Y/N’s wrist, prying it away from her direction.
“Officer Brady, I want you to clear all of the Red Hood’s charges…”
“But, Ma’am-“
“That’s an order.”
Y/N closed her eyes.
And her arm never felt so weak, never felt so tired. What went on in her ears was a low, breathy playing of a bass that mimicked the slowing heartbeats in her chest. Everything went so fuzzy after that. She couldn’t recall a thing. All that she knew was that both Jason and Zoe were crying for her, crying when she lowed her gun. Crying when the officers took Y/N’s hands and cuffed them behind her. Crying while Jason was being held up with his arm twisted behind him and crying when Zoe was taken away by the police.
Everything was done for. Her life. Her whole life. With him. A happy life she was actually looking forward to. Her future. It was all gone.
“Don’t uncuff him yet,” Waller said. “He’ll be all over her. Take him as far away from the city as possible and leave him there-“
“NO!” she screamed. “YOU CAN'T FUCKING DO THAT!”
“I am the law. I make the law. Now do your part of the deal. If it takes letting go of one criminal I don’t care about to relieve myself of your stubbornness, so be it.”
Their cuffs were being hauled over by the cops. They kept their eyes on each other, tears running down. And when they kept further and further away, they started to resist.
“Y/N!”
“JASON!”
Fighting to go towards each other, only to be dragged away to opposite ends of the alleyway, she struggled, despite her promises. She wanted to go after him. She wanted to hold him one last time. But she wasn’t given so much as a chance to say goodbye.
Jason shook himself off the cop, running towards Y/N, but he was jumped and pinned to the ground. He never stopped screaming her name.
“JASON, NO!”
“Y/N!”
“JUST LET ME SAY GOODBYE. PLEASE.”
“Don’t make me change my mind,” Waller scowled as she stepped into the car.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
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🦇 13 Days of Halloween: Day 2
🦇  << With appearance from Gary. (if you know, you know)
Prompts: “I think that scarecrow just moved” and “I’m not a witch” 
Requested by: ‘Jay’
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader + Dean, Platonic
Gender: Neutral        Words: 2,823
Triggers: Mentions of death, victims, fighting, injuries, choking (not the kinky kind), etc, typical Spn stuff. 
Supernatural Tag list: @kaashi​ ; if you’d like to added let me know!
Notes: Ranking of Halloween theme = 6/10; takes place during Halloween, but not necessarily Halloween specific. Just kind of spooky lol. 
If you’d like to check out 2019 and 2018′s 13 Days of Halloween, as well as my 2017 general Halloween/Fall stuff here are the links: x2017x, x2018x & x2019x
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“Why are there always so many more cases during Halloween?” Dean asked, annoyance in his voice as he looked at the news report of the most recent case you took up “I mean, this is like the fourth one this month” 
“I’m assuming it’s because monsters can blend in more during this time” you said casually as you looked over a case-file.
“Y/n’s right” Sam agreed
“Yeah, well it’s annoying as hell, we need a break” Dean sighed as he stood up, walking to the kitchen “We’ll leave in an hour” he stopped at the kitchen turning back “Lets hope this one doesn’t involve any clowns huh Sammy?” he asked, smirk evident.
You looked at Sam just in time to see him try and hide the fear that crossed his face as he cleared his throat, trying to ignore Deans comment. You smiled, reaching out your foot and tapping his, gaining his attention “You know he’s just teasing you”. He just nodded, trying to smile at you. 
-
As you arrived at the most recent crime scene, you looked around as Sam and Dean talked to the police. Looking at the area where the most recent victim was found, you frowned as you noticed an unusual amount of straw littering the parking lot. You noted it in the back of your mind, though you knew it could be nothing, possibly just where a hay truck could have stopped. 
“Hey” You turned seeing your boyfriend approaching you “Anything?”
“Not really, an unusual amount of straw, but it could be nothing. You?” 
Sam glanced at the straw littering the lot “Hmm. Uh, not much unfortunately, the security cameras blanked just before the crime and came back on afterwards.”
“Seems like a bit more than a coincidence” Sam hummed in agreement.
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After a long day of interviews and research, you found out there had been a similar string of deaths the previous two years during the same time, twelve deaths each year, the final taking place on Halloween night. On your current case there were five known deaths, and one missing person. 
The three of you had also found out that all of the recent victims had all visited the same farm over the last week and a half. Which you were now on your way to visit. 
“The connection to the farm might explain the straw at the crime scene” you thought out loud at you pulled off the side of the road, near the farm.
“So, crazy farmer?” Dean suggested as he and Sam got out of the car.
“Might not be a monster at all” Sam said as he opened the door for you.
 “Human or monster, they still killed four people” you said.
Approaching the farm, the sun was getting lower in the sky as it reached early evening, the farm house was old and falling apart. Around the property you saw various pinned up old scarecrows in each field, as well as old Halloween decorations littering the pathways. 
All three of you carefully scanned the area, the overgrown fields baring no vegetables, a tall overgrown wheat field that clearly had not been harvested in a long time. “Not much of a farm. No vegetables, no animals. Why would anyone visit it?” you observed. 
“Good question, let’s ask her” Dean commented, gaining both yours and Sam’s attention. Following Deans gaze you see a middle-aged woman with curly hair sitting on the porch. She’s already staring at you as she rocks back and fourth in her wooden rocking chair. 
“Welcome!” she called out as you approached. 
“Ma’am” Sam greeted as you walked up the porch steps, all three of you taking out your fake badges “We hope we’re not disturbing you but we are investigating the recent deaths in town, as well as the most recent missing persons case, and we found out that all of the victims had visited this farm and we thought you might have some information for us”
“Oh is that so?” she asked, surprise in her voice “Well, I get a lot of visitors but I do remember faces fairly well, so if you have photos?”
“What exactly do your...visitors come here for if not the farm?” you asked, gesturing to the barren fields.
“Oh, no, that farm hasn’t grown profit since my husband died last year. I’m an apothecary” she smiled.
“Like a witch?” Dean blurted out, making you and Sam give him the side-eye “Uh, I mean no offense in that, I just mean, don’t apothecaries sell...potions?”
She laughed “No no, not potions, just...herbs, soups, and medicine that some might see as potions, or ingredients for medicines and other uses, but -” she laughed before her eyes locked with Deans “I’m not a witch” she smiled, though, there was something behind her eyes you could quite place. You just knew it gave all of you an uneasy feeling. 
“Right, of course not ma’am” Sam recovered before taking photos out of his pockets “These are the victims, do you recognize them?”
She looked at the photos for a few moments humming to herself “Yes, I recognize all of these people, he, I believe” she pointed at one of the victims “Bought medicinal herbs for tea, I believe he said he had a bad cough, and the others just bought various teas and herbs, if I am remembering correctly that is” she smiled before leaning back in her chair.
“And what about this woman?” you asked showing her a photo of the most recent person who went missing.
“No, no I don’t know her” she shrugged looking back up at you “I’m sorry I cannot be of more help”
“Thank you ma’am, if you have anymore information or questions please contact us” Dean said, handing her a card, which she took with a smile.
“Have a lovely day you three” she said with a smile as you left.
When you got closer to the car Dean glanced back at the farm, the woman was now gone “I don’t know about you two but she gave me the creeps. We should come back this evening, check out the farm” You and Sam agreed as you drove off to kill some time.
-
As the sun set and it got dark, you, Sam, and Dean snuck back on the farm, wanting to check out the nearby stables and work sheds. After having done more research on the farms owner, whose name you found out was Regina Stormson, you grew more suspicious, for two reasons. One, her husband died like she said, but his death turned out to be quite similar to the recent deaths, and occurred at the same time as the deaths the previous year. And two, she was apparently eighty-seven years old, which was unusual seeing as she looked no older than forty. 
As you got prepared by the Impala, sticking a spare knife in your belt Sam stepped over to you “Are you warm enough?” he asked eyeing your thin jacket. 
You smiled at him “I’m fine Sam” 
He nodded “Remember to be careful and call out for me if anything happens”
You chuckled quietly “You know I have been a hunter for a few years now Sam”
He smiled at his own protectiveness “Yeah, yeah I know, I just worry”
“Yes, you do, and it’s sweet” you smiled before pressing a quick kiss to his lips before you all headed toward the farm. 
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Sneaking past the main house, you made your way into the first barn. Looking around, the barn was full of hanging herbs, flowers, and small fabric bags, that looked remarkably like hex bags. 
Dean fiddled with one in his hand “Not a witch my ass” he scoffed. “So what are we thinking? Twelve sacrifices around Halloween every year to stay young?”
“Sounds logical enough, and definitely like something an evil witch would do” you muttered as you looked at a small bladed tool on a table “And it might be thirteen deaths if her husband counts as a sacrifice”
“Maybe he got in the way, or found out what she was doing” Sam suggested.
You walked over to the doorway, your eyes scanning the outside fields, your eyes double taking to movement from the corner of your eye. Eyeing a scarecrow on its post and seeing no more movement, you turned away, thinking it must have been a bird that moved.
Making your way to the stables, it was no surprise when you found the body of the most recent missing person. Dean sighed as he finished checking their pulse, they were dead. 
“Okay, lets get to the farmhouse and finish this”
Standing in the doorway, you hear a sound behind you. Turning quickly you see the same scarecrow from before, only this time, it was now facing you, rather than facing the farm as it had been before.
“Guys” you said, your heart pounding. There was fear evident in your voice as the boys turned to you, seeing you staring out at the field “I think that scarecrow just moved” 
Sam and Dean shared a confused and somewhat frightened look as they appeared at your side, eyeing the scarecrow “How do you know?”
“It wasn’t facing us before” you said “I know it wasn’t” 
Sam’s hand found it’s way to your back “Lets head back to the house now”
You and Dean nodded as you left the barn, all of you keeping an eye on the scarecrow. You took your eyes away as you scanned the rest of the farm before stopping suddenly when you notice something.
“What is it Y/n?” Sam asked as his hand found it’s way back to your back like before. 
“When we were here earlier, I noticed that there was a scarecrow in every field. Now there isn’t” you observed.
The boys looked around, there eyes grazing over each field. Four fields in front of you, two scarecrows missing. Hearing rusting and a snapping sound the three of you spun around, finding the previous scarecrow now missing. Five fields total, three scarecrows missing. 
“Go” Dean said as he pushed you and Sam towards the house. 
You all took out your weapons, as you quickly made your way towards the farmhouse. Looking at the distant house, you could see a shadow in the window, a figure watching you from the window. She knows you’re here.
Hearing more rustling and snapping, you turn just in time to see the final two scarecrows dropping from their posts with thuds. Turning past a barn you all stop in your tracks, two tall slumped over scarecrows blocking your path. You raise your guns, all of you knowing they probably wouldn’t do anything.
“We need to get to the witch” you spoke quietly, just as you did, both you and Sam felt something grab your shoulders as something pulled you back, both of you being thrown to the ground roughly by two more scarecrows.
Dean fired his guns at them, the bullets having no effect as they passed through the straw bodies. The two scarecrows from before grabbed onto Dean. Fighting the scarecrows, you and Sam pulled away from the two that attacked you.
Turning, you see that Dean managed to push away the two scarecrows that attacked him “Go!” you yelled at Dean as the scarecrows blocked yours and Sams path. 
Dean hesitated for a moment before he turned, and running for the farmhouse, knowing he had to get to the witch. Before the two scarecrows could chase after him, you shot at them, to gain their attention. 
Turning towards you, the four scarecrows now surrounded you and Sam as you tried to fight back, your knives and guns doing nothing to wound them. Instead, you reached into the exposed straw body of one of the scarecrows, deciding if anything, to tear it apart.
But the witches spell made them strong. Which you found out as a scratchy wood and straw hand wrapped around your throat lifting you off the ground.
“Y/n!” Sam called as he struggled to get to you, three of the scarecrows attempting to pin him to the ground. 
You scratched at the figure, knowing you couldn’t hurt it, as you struggled to breath you remembered you had a lighter in your pocket. Reaching into your pocket, choking for air, you managed to pull the lighter out, shoving your hand inside of the scarecrows body, you lit the lighter, failing the first few times.
The grip around your throat lightened when a bright light grew from inside of the scarecrow as you managed to light it on fire. As the fire grew the scarecrow lost strength, letting you go. You gasped for air as you rose, running over to Sam. Jumping on one of the scarecrows back as the continued to punch and hit Sam, you lit it’s cloth casing on fire as it began to burn.
As it quickly burned, losing whatever strength it had in it, Sam, understanding, took a lighter out of his pocket. The scarecrows however, seemed to have some form of consciousness, as they grabbed his arms, stopping him from lighting them on fire. 
Just as you were about to help him, you felt something grab your arm, flinging you into the barn, throwing you through the barn doors and inside. You heard Sam yell our for you between grunts as the two scarecrows left continued to attack him. 
Looking up, you see it’s the first scarecrow you noticed, it was also bigger than the others. You cursed yourself, knowing you had dropped your lighter when you were thrown. You looked around, standing and grabbing a pitchfork, lunging it into the scarecrows body to hold it back.
The scarecrow continued to step forward, the metal forks going through it’s body along with the rest of the pitchfork. You let go before kicking it back with your foot and running toward the doorway. 
The scarecrow was fast as it reached out grabbing your shirt and pulling you back towards it. Flinging you into the wall again, various metal tools fell off the wall and onto you. Looking back at the scarecrow you see it lifting the pitchfork, ready to stab you.
Rolling out of the way as the pitchfork is stabbed into the ground, you move to run, but instead the scarecrow grabs your foot, dragging you back. You grunted in frustration as you turned and kicked at it again, grabbing a nearby wrench and throwing it, knowing it would do nothing. 
The scarecrow began lifting you off the ground by your ankle as you struggled against it’s grip. You could hear Sam calling from outside as he still struggled with the other two scarecrows. 
Your body turned enough so that you were now facing the scarecrow. You looked into it’s blank face just in time to see it raise it’s other hand, inside of it’s grip was a small hand scythe. Your eyes widened knowing it was going to plunge it into your body.
As it rose it’s hand you closed you eyes, calling out desperately “Sam!”
Just then, Sam burst through the barn doors, seeing the scarecrow holding you up by your leg, ready to plunge the blade into your body.
“No!” he yelled as he moved forward, knowing he wasn’t going to make it, as the scarecrow finished raising his hand.
Just as the scarecrow was about to bring down it’s hand, you heard the sound of distant gunshots, coming from the farmhouse. The scarecrows hand froze, and suddenly it’s whole body went limp, both you and the scarecrow falling to the ground. 
You grunted at the impact as Sam made it to you, quickly pulling you away from the scarecrow and into his lap. As you sat up, you eyed the now lifeless scarecrow. Letting out a sigh you leaned your head back onto Sams chest as he ran his hand over you head, sighing out in relief as well.  
A moment passes before you heard Dean calling out as he ran towards the barn. He appeared in the doorway, his eyes scanning over the still burning bodies of the scarecrows you and Sam had killed. He walked into the barn, seeing you and Sam, along with the limp scarecrow body in front of you. He looked at Sam before nodding his head in assurance that it was over.
Rising from the ground you groaned in pain from having been thrown around, Sam had some cuts and scratches, both of you would definitely have some bruises later. Dean got some scratches and small bumps from his scuffle with the witch. But you were relieved you were all alright.
As you slowly made your way out of the barn and back towards the impala you sighed “I never liked scarecrows, they’ve always been creepy”
Dean chuckled as Sam wrapped his arm around your waist before commenting “They’re still not as bad as clowns though”
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