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cardcaptorsakura96 · 4 months

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Taxes, Taxes, Taxes-Chapter 21

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Samantha Arias, Lena Luthor, Lillian Luthor, Ruby Arias, Oliver Queen, John Stewart, Diana Prince, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, J'onn J'onnz, Alfred Pennyworth, Lois Lane, Cat Grant, Lucy Lane, Damian Wayne, Felicity Smoak, Streaky the Supercat, Martha Kent, Selina Kyle, Talia Al Ghul, Lucius Fox

Summary: What if superheroes had to pay a property damage tax every time they had a fight in the city?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20

Bruce rolled his eyes as he listened to the board members arguing in the background over the phone while he talked to his CFO Lucius Fox. They were trying to push a vote on expanding Wayne Enterprise to Canada. Most were for it. They just couldn’t agree on where the corporate headquarters should be. The places being thrown around were Toronto, Quebec City, Halifax, and Vancouver. Bruce honestly didn’t care about where they built, but his board members fought back that it was all about location, location, location.

Lucius sighed and said, “If it wasn’t for the fact that you pay me handsomely for this bullshit, I would have bailed on these idiots an hour ago.”

Bruce smirked and asked, “So it isn’t the box seat passes that I got you for the Giants’ games for the rest of the season?”

Lucius chuckled and said, “Oh, that definitely took the edge off.” Lucias paused for a moment and said, “What exactly do you want me to do with this stalemate they have about Canada? We tried holding a vote but ended up with equal votes for all the cities.”

Bruce rubbed his head for a moment and said, “Have one of the associates make out a proposal for the mayor of each of those respective cities. We know what we can offer in terms of job opportunities and increasing value to the city. See what the representatives can offer us in terms of tax breaks and things of that nature. Whoever offers us the best benefits is the one we go with.”

Lucius sighed and said, “This is why I wished you were here with us an hour ago. We could have ended the meeting in five minutes with an idea like that.”

Bruce chuckled and said, “I needed to be here for Damian. This is an important milestone for him.”

“Are you sure you are not using this as an excuse to get out of a board meeting? Disneyland was a weird choice, but I have seen you choose stranger places to avoid the Board.”

Bruce rolled his eyes and said, “Damian really did have a field trip for Disney. I wasn’t going to let him go by himself. The PTA already think I am an idiot and absentminded as it is….”

Lucius burst out laughing for a few minutes.

Bruce narrowed his eyes and asked, “What’s so funny?”

Lucius’ laugh started tapering off and said, “I’m sorry. I just never thought that you of all people would care what other people think. Imagine what your opposition in your second life would think.”

Bruce gave a deadpan stare and said, “Ha, Ha. Very funny.”

Lucius chuckled and said, “You know I’m kidding right?”

Bruce smiled coyly and said, “Sure you are.”

“Anyway, how is Damian taking to Disney? I’m sure it is different to the other eclectic things he has been exposed to in his childhood.”

Bruce sighed while rubbing the back of his head. He knew going to Disney would be a very foreign concept for his youngest, but he didn’t expect him to fight him the whole way. Or maybe it was wishful thinking. It would definitely explain the looks his other three boys gave him when he mentioned their trip. Dick and Jason just bursted out laughing at the suggestion and Tim started to do research into securing Damian an attorney in case he decided to burn the theme park down in vengeance.

Bruce shook his head and said, “Damian hasn’t taken too kindly being here. He has already pressed the panic button he has twice to try to get Tim to pick him up since he is with the Titans this week in California. When that didn’t work, he tried to ditch me to go back to the main road to hitchhike before I caught up with him.”

“Considering his other antics are you really surprised by this?”

Bruce sighed and said, “My three older boys have already indicated the same thing. I just want him to have people his age to associate with.”

Bruce looked out the corner of his eye and noticed Lena coming back with several Dole Whips.

While looking at her thoughtfully, Bruce said, “Lucius, if there isn’t anything else, I am going to have to call you back after I get back to Gotham on Monday.”

“Okay, hope things go better with Damian this weekend.”

“You and me both,” muttered Bruce under his breath as he hung up the phone.

He quickly changed his frown to a passive smile as Lena finally walked up to him.

Lena smiled and said while handing him a Dole Whip, “Damian and Kara wanted some. I got some for you in case you wanted one as well.”

Bruce gave her a blank stare. He knew that Kara trusted her implicitly, but he still had some nagging thoughts about her.

Lena chuckled nervously and said, “If you don’t want it, that is fine. I can just give it to Kara. She would probably be excited at the prospect of having two more.”

Bruce let out his charming smile which took Lena off guard for a moment.

Bruce said, “I would actually like to try some. Some of my employees have talked wonders about this so I am curious if it lives up to all the hype.”

Bruce took the cup from Lena. He began to eat. His eyebrow went up in surprise. He knew that this was similar to ice cream but this is the best ice cream that he has had in a while.

Lena smirked and said, “I take it this means that it far exceeded your expectations.”

Bruce chuckled and said, “Definitely.”

They stood in weird silence with one other. Bruce could tell that Lena kept nervously looking around. Probably wish that Kara would come back as quickly as possible. Originally, Bruce thought about keeping silent until his son and Kara came back but then saw it as an opportunity to get to know the girl. Clark hadn’t been too keen on anyone approaching Lena. Several veiled threats were made if anyone did. If asked, he could use this as an innocent run-in, although he can hear it now from Clark accusing him that it was planned.

He sighed and said, “Kara has said that you run a children’s hospital.”

Lena smiled and let out a sigh of relief and said, “Yes. I believe in the importance of getting children the best healthcare they could as possible no matter what the cost.”

“What caused you to want to focus on children’s health though?”

Lena looked up thoughtfully and said, “My niece Ruby inspired me actually. She was sick. Most doctors thought it was a cold or at most the flu and said with just over-the-counter medicine it would go away. However, she kept getting sicker and nothing was working. We went to doctor after doctor until one actually did their research and found out what was wrong with her and got her the treatment that she needed to get well. I don’t want any family to have to go through that. Being dismissed and thinking that your concerns aren’t valid. I wanted to have doctors look into everything instead of looking at what is most common. That is when I decided to scout for the best of the best in pediatrics and start my own hospital.”

Bruce gave her an insightful look. Many had regarded Lena using her hospital for nefarious purposes, but he has seen that the commercial that Kara and Lena did a couple of weeks back had changed the discourse around it. Now, more patients have been giving reviews and it has been overall positive. It was good to know that Lena created the hospital as a way to inspire change. Bruce was about to comment as such when he heard his phone ring again. He sighed and looked down and saw that Alfred was calling. He looked at Lena sheepishly and mouthed “One moment.”

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estellardreams · 3 months

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A Proper Summary on WHO'S THE MOST DANGEROUS TRAUMA SIBLING BECAUSE THE POLL IS GETTING THE QUESTION WRONG.

I hhave a feeling that people are messing up what the question is... When I said "Who's the Most Dangerous Trauma Sibling™?" I meant in their current forms, not if they snapped out of their states on who would be the most vengeful... That answer would've gone to Damien, anyway.

No, I'm going to fix this predicament... By telling EVERYONE who's actually the most dangerous. Starting with the least.

Nikolai Peterson

Do I even need to explain? The small, anxiety riddled hedgehog who can't fend for himself and has too many problems in his mind? You think HE'S the most dangerous? Really?

He can't run, so definitely not Sonic. Agoraphobia literally shows his recovery process, and it did take a while for him to revert close to normal but those traits still remained.

And his anxiety is PROBLEMATIC. That boy can't fight for anything and Starline constantly capitalizes on his weakness. It's... Rather pathetic, really.

There's a lot more to go into but... He's not strong. At all.

"You are not Sonic the Hedgehog. You have never been Sonic the Hedgehog"

Niko is normal. That's the point. He doesn't believe he's Sonic. He's the complete opposite to him in every capacity, too.

Kyle Molina

Kyle is... A unique case. He's a completely blank slate.

I am not exaggerating.

He kept resisting Starline so much that the platypus had to resort to drugging him so much that he couldn't think straight and his memories were buried underneath the fog.

A very thick and deep fog, to be specific.

To summarize who he is now... He is very calm and collected, but still holds an imaginative mindset underneath that silent and stoic exterior.

Kyle is also not the type to get mad. That's very clear. He's more likely to show fear than anger or sadness in general.

He's like... The type who doesn't emote very often. He's generally calm, collected, and keeps his thoughts in order. Starline couldn't wipe his intelligence, but he did wipe his memories, leaving a very intelligent child on his own with no idea why he's even like this in the first place.

"You cannot fly. You do not have two tails."

Kyle was made to believe he was a normal fox. What sets him away from Camellia is that his memories are all gone.

A blank slate can't do anything if it knows nothing was there at all.

Damien Bridges

This one is... Obvious. Damien is borderline insane, and that's been a continuous fact with him. He is just as smart as Kyle, but due to his more unstable mind he's a lot more... Unhinged, so to speak.

Damien is practically the definition of "dying inside" and I am not joking. He's been smiling so much, his pupils have shrunken down, and he's constantly on the verge of a mental breakdown every single day.

Insane laughter is there too. And it can get bad to the point he spirals.

But where this differs is... How Starline handled him versus Amy. We'll get into her next.

Damien has mental restrictions on him, so he'll not snap and be forced to rely on Starline. It's mainly the case of repeated fake flashbacks that Starline helps him through so Damien must rely on him for help and safety from these recurring traumatic experiences.

And if people TRY to take Nox from Agoraphobia into account for the fact that Damien is the most dangerous, KEEP IN MIND he became the major antagonist when he went off his meds and essentially "broke out" of his programming. He doesn't count.

"You are not Shadow the Hedgehog. You are not the Ultimate Lifeform."

Damien is similar to Niko in his treatment in a lot of ways, but his trauma response is completely different in correlation with his new personality. As such, he's on the edge of being erratic, insane, and hard to deal with. The only thing that keeps him in line are his mental restraints.

Camellia Rivera

I had this discussion with Sky so I'll rephrase what I said here: She's the closest to her OG counterpart, and as such the most likely to fight back and grow aggressive towards others. Damien has the disadvantage of mental restraints, Camellia doesn't.

Camellia, in Heliophobia, is the only character who's run away from her family. In other circumstances, like Pragmatophobia, she is the first person to realize she's been manipulated by Starline. The first one to discover the truth. And even her efforts in both Pragmatophobia and Athazagoraphobia don't go unnoticed. She makes an effort to help save others also stuck in this trap (whether it works or not, no idea).

Camellia is also very strong-willed. That energetic, bubbly personality presents her as being a lot more confident and open about herself and her ideals. She might slip into anxious territory occasionally, but she's been very strong entirely through her existence.

"You are not magical. You are normal."

And what happens when you remove the idea of someone being magical but leave their personality untouched? You get Camellia.

And Camellia is absolutely someone you shouldn't get into a fight with.

I rest my case. Thank you for reading. :)

#sonic #sonic au #text post #tachophobia expanded universe #tachophobia au #pragmatophobia au #athazagoraphobia au #heliophobia au #agoraphobia au #trauma siblings #nikolai peterson #camellia rivera #kyle molina #damien bridges

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agentdilf · 2 years

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what bands/artists i hc craig + stan's gangs listen to + favourite songs.

more stuff, wasn't requested but swaggy. i apologize if some of the characters are ooc, first time writing for like, all of them other than stan and kyle. ships: Craig x Tweek, and Stan x Kyle/Stan x Wendy.

tw: slight angst?? is bo burnham a trigger? idk i'll put it here just in case. possibly problematic music artists? im not sure honestly. so sorry if i didnt tag these right,,, hcs below the cut!

CRAIG'S GANG

Craig Tucker -Mother Mother idk i think he's just a guy who likes a good Mother Mother song. -Lemon Demon man idk he's a funky dude. -Toby Fox he hums random songs while on drives with tweek *sobbing* overall genre i think he likes the most is indie pop & rock or video game music. i think his favourite song is Deviltown by Cavetown. it reminds him of himself and tweek.

Clyde Donovan -Carly Rae Jepsen this bitch JAMS to call me maybe. -Katy Perry he is a dude who needs an angsty but pop-ish song. early Katy music is perfect!!! -Britney Spears he loves her music ngl the genre i think he likes the most is early 2010's pop!! i think his favourite song is The Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani. I legitimately do not have a reason. i just imagine him dancing to it whilst pissing off the rest of the gang..... Tolkien Black -The Weekend this mf would listen to blinding lights on repeat -My Chemical Romance i think he would listen to teenagers!! it gives him a comforting feeling and it reminds him of his friends. -Cuphead Soundtrack he listens to it with jimmy :))) overall fave genre i think would be rap or pop, or older swing music. no happy medium. I think his favourite song would be Deceptacon by Le Tigre. idk the vibes fr.... Jimmy Valmer -Cuphead Soundtrack listens to it with Tolkien!!! -Cavetown it gives him comforting vibes, and sometimes he falls asleep to them. -Jack Stauber he likes how strange it is. i think his favourite genre is pop or indie pop, and swing. fave song is penis music (not the actual song name but its often associated with that name lmaooo) because it makes him laugh. and he deserves it.... I NEVER SEE JIMMY HCS WHERE ARE THEY.... (im probably not lookin hard enough) Tweek Tweak -Lofi calms him down!!!! he likes to snuggle into his blanket, and drink tea. -Cavetown comforts him and reminds him of craig. -CG5 he's a video game nerd, agghhh. his fave genre is no doubt in my mind classical or lofi jazz. i think his favourite song is Ukelele and Chill by Cody G. its on the softer side and i just think he'd cuddle with craig to it... STAN'S GANG Stan marsh -My Chemical Romance he started listening to it in his goth phase because he thought it was edgy, and kinda just started listening to it afterward. Teenagers brings him undying comfort and reminds him of his friends. -Nightwish i personally think he'd like their softer music more, but still love the metal stuff. -Mother Mother it's like music you put on when you hate yourself. overall fave genre imo would be indie rock, pop rock, and indie pop. i think his favourite song would be Still Into You by Paramore, reminds him of Wendy and Kyle, and makes him feel all fuzzy inside. Kyle Broflovski -Gorillaz he thinks the idea of the band is neat. and also he loves all the genres it's dabbled in. -Penelope Scott he likes the feel of her music. -Glass Animals heatwaves reminds him of stan sometimes i think his favourite genre of music would be indie pop. i think his favourite song would be Hayloft by Mother Mother. he thinks about stan while listening to it, and it makes him laugh. Kenny Mccormick -cupcakKe ... do i really need to explain why? -Eminem he's a rap fan, what can i say... -Hatsune Miku i really dont know how to explain this one... i think his favourite genre of music would be rap or anime openings/vocaloid music i think his favourite song would be Seiso, Say so Parody by Nyanners Eric Cartman -Bo Burnham I feel like he'd laugh at his older stuff. -Lady Gaga Self explanatory -Britney Spears he vibes to toxic even tho he knows he is <3 I just see him as a fan of 2000-2010 music,,, HIS FAVOURITE SONG IS RULER OF EVERYTHING BY TALLY HALL NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. Butters Stotch -Ho-Kago Tea Time k-on band!!! their music is very fluffy and i think he'd like it. -Babymetal listen, i think this is the most metal thing he'd ever listen to ;; -Justin Timberlake lol i think his favourite genre of music is cute music or j pop!!! i think his favourite song would be Stamp On the Ground by ItaloBrothers. he's a lil dude who likes to dance to upbeat music alone in his room!! I SPENT 5 HOURS WRITING THIS AND LISTENING TO MUSIC I THOUGHT WOULD FIT THEIR PERSONALITIES AND VIBES THEY GAVE ME..... sorry if this is ooc or the music is unfitting,,, i tried my best!!! reblogs r appreciated v much muaaahhhhh ily !!!!!!!! stay safe and hydrated :)))) requests are still open!!!

#south park headcanons #south park #craig tucker #clyde donovan #tolkien black #jimmy valmer #tweek tweak #stan marsh #kyle brovlofski #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #butters leopold stotch #headcanons #craig x tweek #kyle x stan #stan x wendy(kinda)#i worked really hard on this

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saturatedsinset · 2 years

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Fair Folk AU, Page/Bobby/Kyle, cuddling under blankets

fluff come get your fluff

Adam feels kind of pathetic, honestly, but mostly she just feels warm.

She’d come over to check in with Cole, not even about anything specific, she just - missed him, wanted to see him. But Bobby had answered the door and said Cole wasn’t home, wouldn’t be until tomorrow, and she guesses she must’ve looked sad enough about it that he invited her in anyway, warm hand on her arm, moment of hesitation before he touched so she could nod. Sometimes it’s - she can’t be touched, doesn’t want to be, not by people who aren’t. Cole. She’s never explained it to Bobby, but he gets it anyway, always checks before he touches her.

Maybe Cole explained. She’d be upset by the thought if it were anyone else. Cole gets a lot of exceptions, from her. The other three don’t. But Bobby never pushes, always checks first. She likes Bobby. Sometimes he says things that make her feel like her brain is sparkling.

Anyway. Bobby had invited her in, and Kyle never lets her apologise for taking up their time unannounced, so she’d made pumpkin pie instead. Kyle had given her a meaningful look, as she bustled around the kitchen, so maybe he knows it’s a partial apology. But he knows the kitchen likes her, too, so he’d only given her the one look before he asked if there was anything he could do to help, and she’d told him it was a shame she’d have to use canned pumpkin purée instead of the real thing, and he’d told her roasting and pureeing a whole pumpkin would be far too much work for plebes like his boys, and he’d looked ever so pleased with himself when she laughed, so she thinks she’s forgiven. He’d made the sweetest little pleased noise when she kissed his cheek before she put the pie in the oven, in any case.

There’s still a little of the pie left, but only because Adam had insisted they save some for Cole, and Bobby had given Kyle a Look when he tried to do his killer puppy eyes at her. She’s a little pleased, privately, that Kyle was so whiny about it; he only does that when he really likes something she’s made, and it’s - she likes making things her boys like. So now the house smells of warm sweet spices, and she’s got a pile of kitsune on her lap, and Bobby’s arranging a blanket over the three of them before he tosses an arm around her shoulder. It’s - warm. Adam even lets herself lean into Bobby, scratches behind Kyle’s ears the way he likes.

“You know you don’t have to cook for us every time you come over,” Kyle says, unprompted, nudges his nose against her belly.

Adam blinks down at him. Keeps scratching. “I wanted to,” she shrugs, and she does mean it, but it’s not the whole truth. Kyle’s tail flicks. Bobby pulls the blanket tighter around them, kisses Adam’s temple.

“But you don’t have to,” Kyle insists. “Just because Adam’s not here doesn’t mean you’re bothering us.”

Adam’s - embarrassed. She hadn’t thought she was that obvious. But Kyle’s always had a sharper eye than she gives him credit for. “Thanks, baby fox,” she says, instead, like an offering. Kyle nudges her hip, makes a quiet satisfied noise.

“Pie was good, though,” Kyle says, and Adam knows it’s an offering of his own. Adam moves her hand down his back a little, keeps scratching. Smiles. She’s still so warm.

#shes-a-voodoo-child #my writing #i would simply die for them

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teentitanimals · 4 years

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AU Where All the Batkids are in School but are Still Superheroes

I see a lot of No Powers Highschool AUs out there, but superheroing is half the fun to me. And yeah, technically, I’m pretty sure most of the Batfam have been to school, but I mean, at the same time? You’d have to squish their ages down, but I think it’d be wild! And also, it’s all the Batkids (and some Superkids because why not, they go to the same school in this AU, okay?), including Helena, Terry, Matt, etc. And yes, they all keep their backstories (as in, Terry and Matt are still McGinnis’s too, and all that.) Also, I suck at knowing the education level system and ages, so, just a warning there.

Not in School (duh): Bruce, Alfred, Selina, Jim, Lucius, Clark, Lois, other adults

In (Fourth Year) College: Kate (23-24)

In (Second Year) College: Dick, Barbara (19-20)

In (First Year) College: Tam (18-19)

In Senior Year: Jason, Luke, Kara (17-18)

In Junior Year: Cass, Harper, Terry (16-17)

In Sophomore Year: Tim, Steph, Carrie, Duke, Conner (15-16)

In Freshman Year: Damian, Helena, Colin (14-15)

In 8th Grade: Matt, Jon, Cullen (13-14)

In 4th Grade: Timothy Fox (9-10)

In Kindergarten: Tiffany (5-6)

Who Stays Where?

For reference, I’d say they all go to a school somewhere between Gotham and Metropolis, rather than Gotham Academy or Metropolis High. Let’s call it... Mediocre High. A mediocre school for completely normal, mediocre kids.

Stays in Metropolis w/ Clark and Lois, but are at Wayne Manor 90% of the time anyway: Kara, Conner, Jon

Has their own apartments/safehouses but are at Wayne Manor 90% of the time time anyway: Kate, Dick, Jason, Tim, Steph, Harper

Stays at Wayne Manor: Terry, Cass, Carrie, Duke, Damian, Helena, Colin, Matt, Cullen (unless Cullen stays with his sister... or if any of them run away, because they do that often too)

Stays with their parents, or at their own apartments, and are at Wayne Manor a little less than 90% of the time anyway: Barbara, Tam, Luke, Timothy, Tiffany

What’s the Sitch with Relationships?

Biologically Bruce’s, and known to the public as biologically Bruce’s: Damian, Helena

Biologically Bruce’s, but not known to the public as biologically Bruce’s: Terry, Matt (these two often visit their mother!)

Legally adopted by Bruce: Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass, Duke

Not legally adopted by Bruce but, come on, they’re his kids anyway: Harper, Cullen, Carrie, Colin

Family Friends that are like siblings/cousins (or siblings-in-law ;3): Kara, Conner, Jon, Barbara, Steph, Tam, Luke, Timothy, Tiffany

Wine Aunt/Older Sister: Kate

Shenanigans

It was a hilarious bit started by Steph and encouraged by Dick, Jason, and Carrie that they should all stuff themselves into the smallest limo or helicopter possible and crawl out like clowns. It was funny, to be fair, but the bloodshed spilled because of it banned them from doing it again. The kids got split into two separate cars after that, but eventually went back to one big limo, except for those who’d prefer to keep their sanity and drive there on their own (assuming they have a licence).

This batch of kids, excluding Kara, Conner and Jon, are often referred to as the “Wayne kids”, or the “Gotham kids”. Sometimes Kara, Conner and Jon get called Gotham Kids as well, despite being from Metropolis and proud. They’re vocality from protesting against being called Gotham Kids earned them the nickname “Not-Gotham Kids”.

Damian, Helena, Colin, Matt, Jon and Cullen are one of Those groups. Often together, closely knit, all characters on their own, but together, they lose all braincells. Teachers love all of them individually (with the exception of Damian), but are absolutely terrified of them as a group.

The second group most like that would be the girls- Tam, Kara, Steph, Cass, Harper, Carrie and sometimes Barbara, Kate and Helena. Alone, they’re pretty good kids, but together their chaotic-ness knows no bounds.

Who are we kidding? All of these kids are like that. Put any two together, and you’re either going to see someone get stabbed, a glitter bomb explode, an impromptu dance session, or debate the pronunciation of “bologna” for an hour.

Due to Damian often claiming he’s the rightful heir as the blood son, Helena, Matt and Terry will often pipe up to remind him that he isn’t the only blood son (or daughter, in Helena’s case). This often causes problems, not because Damian attacks them (verbally or physically), but because Terry and Matt aren’t, in the public’s eye, biologically Bruce’s, so the kids often have to scramble to make up some excuse to outsiders, often settling with it being an inside joke.

In this AU, Terry and Matt go by “Futurebat and Futurebird” because Why Not? As for Conner and Jon both being Superboy... how about, we just keep it that way? Because, really, Why Not? The public dubs them both the “Superboys”, and there’s no need to change it for now. Sometimes Conner gets called the Superclone, but mostly they just differentiate by some variation of “Superboy One/Uno and Superboy Two/Dos”. Sometimes “Superteen and SuperPre-Teen” when Jon was a bit younger. Also, think of all the shenanigans that can arise from that. Amazing.

Damian, at first, had as much hate towards Helena (and eventually Terry and Matt when they learned of them as well) as he did towards Tim. But, Helena always found his anger a bit funny (so long as it wasn’t life-threatening, which it often was). She never wanted to “be the heir” to Batman or Catwoman. She just happened to be their kid, and she wanted her own hero persona anyway, aka The Huntress.

To explain the situation with Helena, Terry and Matt, I’d say Helena (who’s a few months younger than Damian) was raised by Bruce and Selina, but the two’s relationship was on-and-off, and there were long periods where Selina would solo-parent Helena and Bruce (or Alfred and/or Dick, really) would solo-parent Helena. Eventually, the two got their shit together and are currently in a loving relationship, but not married yet. Terry and Matt were, of course, kept hidden from Bruce, being raised by Warren and Mary in a loving family. Eventually, after the death of Warren, and Terry trying to strike out as a solo hero, and the discovery that his DNA matched Bruce’s rather than Warren’s, their story was revealed that Terry was planned to be “future Batman” by Amanda Waller (needless to say Damian did Not Like That). Terry confronted Bruce and told him about it, and eventually Matt would learn the truth as well.

The only people Damian actively calls by their first names are Jon, Colin and Helena. Helena is only because Damian didn’t want to admit she was a Wayne at first (even though her legal last name in this AU is Kyle-Wayne).

They have a lot of animals, some are permanent, some come and go, some are just strays they feed, but nothing will compare to the amount of cats they have. The majority are strays that stay outside of the manor, yes, but they have too many. Sometimes they’ll be walking down a street opposite side of Gotham, and see one of their cats. This isn’t even because Selina now lives with them, and she brought her cats with her. No, it’s because Dick, Barbara, Jason and Steph, among others, loved the idea of Catwoman being a crazy cat lady, so they kept getting her more cats, which, in turn, gave everyone a new cat. And Damian was not helping in the least bit. Selina at least tried to stop them from bringing more cats home, but Damian would smuggle them back in anyway. Bruce honestly wishes someone had a cat allergy so they would have an excuse not to have that many cats.

Helena is a dog person. She likes cats, but... Dogs.

The Batkids all fight over the right of getting to babysit Tiffany.

Cass is often called the Good Kid by teachers and staff. That is not true, the true Good Kid is Duke. This is because he’s the only one that can maintain his braincells even in a group... 90% of the time, anyway.

Half of these kids will vanish during school hours to go stop some crime even though Bruce has repeatedly told them not to do that. The other kids who are not superhero vigilantes or manage to respect said rule (which is not often) scramble to make excuses for them. No excuse has ever been something normal, but it works because “When have Wayne kids ever been normal?”

School events like dances and football games are awful. Some of the kids are aware going will be awful, and desperately try to get out of it, but someway, somehow, they always wind up there. It would have been chaotic enough just having the Gotham Kids go, but when they bring their friends too (Teen Titans, Young Justice, Outlaws, whomever), there’s no hope. Their classmates at school both fear and look forward to these events, depending on how they go down. On one hand, it’s the Waynes! You’re basically watching “Keeping up with the Waynes” in real life! On the other hand, oh god, don’t get caught in the crossfire, whatever you do, run for dear life if you must.

Amazingly, Dick is the only one who got permanently banned from these events. And he didn’t even do anything. Well... anything as bad as his siblings, anyway.

They have all gotten suspended at least once, whether they are a Good Kid or not. Jason is actually one of the Good Kids so long as his siblings aren’t around to annoy him, but he got caught with a gun once, and barely escaped getting expelled... well, actually, he didn’t barely escape it, he was a Good Kid after all. But it was still on the table. That was, miraculously, the only time he got suspended.

Damian, surprisingly, does not have the highest suspension rate, but he does have the highest “called into the office” rate. You can guess all the reasons- sneaking pets into school, sneaking wild animals into school, having knifes and/or other weapons on him, belittling other students (he’s not intentionally trying to bully them, but, he can’t help but point out what they’re doing wrong), arguing and insulting teachers, ditching class (for vigilantism of course), etc.

The highest suspension rate goes to Dick, before he went to college. Mostly it was just due to how often he would skip classes and not turn in homework, but occasionally he would get into fights (to defend another kid, usually). The schools hadn’t yet gotten tolerable to the chaos that is the Waynes yet.

I suppose I should list the Good Kids. They are as follows: Cass, Duke, Jason, Luke, Helena, Cullen, Jon and Tiffany (she is Small and Innocent).

The Bad Kids: DAMIAN, Conner, Steph (she likes causing trouble for fun), Carrie (same as Steph, but more class clown-y) and Terry (mostly when he was younger).

The Bad Kids Sometimes: Harper, Timothy Fox, Kara

The Neutral Kids: Tam, Tim (depends on whether he’s crashed from lack of sleep or caffeine overdose), Dick, Matt, Barbara

The “Troubled” Kids (don’t label them that schools, rude): Colin, Cullen too technically but he’s more “Good”, Kate, literally all of them depending on the time of day (or night, specifically)

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Snowkitty By BlackingPacking

Snowkitty

By BlackingPacking

Submitted: January 23, 2019 Updated: January 23, 2019

Selina Kyle has never been a big part of the Batfamily. Nor has she ever fucked a big black cock. The two are more related than you might think.

Contains: NTR/Cuckolding, Interracial, BBC, SPH

Provided by Hentai Foundry.

Chapter 1 - Selina gets Blacked 2

Chapter 2 - Along Came a Black Spider 9

Chapter 3 - Stephanie Brown and the Blackedcomputer

1 - Selina gets Blacked

Selina Kyle loved Bruce Wayne. Catwoman loved Batman.

But she also loved money- and, while she’d never manipulate Bruce into giving her access to Wayne Enterprises for a job, she had no qualms with breaking into the place- just a quick in and out really, and, just to be extra nice, she wouldn’t steal any extra goodies for herself.

Worst case scenario, she got found and Bruce came- she’d lose the contract, but would have the fun of playing with him, and then the thrill of escape, always a plus.

(She also wouldn’t mind getting a little closer to Bats than she usually did, but, despite all the black he wore, he was still white down there.)

As she disabled the motion sensors on the window of an office atop Wayne Tower and climbed onto it to cut a hole to climb in, she thought about all her experiences with men- at this point, she had pretty much accepted that big dicks were a myth, and had learned to accept the ‘motion of the ocean’ guys and a good-sized dildo when she could. She was always too busy to watch porn. Maybe she’d break into a studio one day and ask what their secrets were.

She was in, the only lighting in the office being the moonlight making everything, from the flat screen TV to the $2,000 chair to the tall, plastic plant in the corner. Artificial but comfortable- like a dildo-

Goddammit, you have to stop getting distracted! Head in the game, Selina- you’ve got the hardrive, all you gotta do is plug it in- wow, right way on the first try- and now for the data dump. Corporate espionage and the secrets of the rich and powerful? Child’s play.

She waited for all that lovely compromising information to upload, lounging on the chair and, when she head the light but firm steps indicative of a muscular man approaching the door, she unzipped her costume down to her crotch, exposing her stomach and all of her cleavage to the cool air.

When the door was opened, she was unsurprised, for a second- she thought she recognized the broad shoulders, the biceps stretching the sleeves of his shirt- but then she realized he was wearing a t-shirt- Bruce never wore t-shirts- and, what she thought she should have realized first, he was black.

“What are you doing here?” he asked glaringly, tapping something on his wristwatch.

She kicked the desk, pushing the chair away from it, spinning around the office, her tits jiggling, “I could ask you the same question- who the hell are you supposed to be?” once she spun the chair in front of the dest, she stood up to face him.

“I’m the guy who keeps trash like you out of this building.”

“Trash? Puh! Is it because of how I dress? I didn’t know it became the Victorian Age when in a tower

this tall, Mister, ah-” she pulled out a black leather wallet- “Luke Fox.”

“Wha- how did-”

“Oh, the CEO’s son, I see. I’ve met your father and your company’s owner, but I don’t think we’ve ever been formally introduced,” said the Cat. She leaned on him, tits rubbing against his chest.

“You’re right, but I think, after all you’ve done with Bruce, I know you well enough.”

Selina encircled one of his muscular legs with her lissome one, but, truth be told, she was concerned- did Luke here know that Bruce was Batman? And did he know how much they’d fucked over the years?

She decided not to let it get to her, “Well, sorry to say, but I don’t really have time to stay and chat,” she said, slinking back, grabbing the drive, and digging her claws into the glass. She waited for the dark young man to make a move.

“Good, because you won’t be talking to anyone except your lawyer,” he declared. Like clockwork- it surprised Selina how much he acted like Batman. His face looked even more driven than Bruce had in his early days, when he was angrier and brasher. She’d forgotten how sexy it was.

Still, no time for reminiscing. Selina pushed into the cracked glass, totally shattering it, letting it fall like water behind her down to the street far, far, far below. She took a step back, and Luke took a step forward. He proceeded towards her, but not before she jumped out the window, totally free.

What she sure didn’t expect was for him to jump after her. Not only did she question what the fuck she was gonna do know, but Luke’s very sanity.

But then she saw a package rocket out of the building, making a beeline towards Luke, then attaching to and encasing him, before the sleek metal parts tightened around his form. It turned on, blue neon aesthetic lights and glowing eyes and, most importantly, a blue bat-symbol on his chest.

So Luke was Batwing. That explained... a bit.

Before she could think of what to think next, he shot down toward her, caught her, and flew her to the concrete top of a nearby tower, one not half the height of Wayne Tower.

She fell on her ass- dammit, he better not have hurt her lovely ass!- while Luke stood tall above her.

“What did you steal?” He asked, voice robotic.

“Maybe I’ll tell you if I can talk to the real you,” she cooed, “take off the mask,” she could feel the open air on her nipples- presumably, the fall made her tits flop out. The price of mixing fun and work- but it wasn’t like the fun would be over now. She hoped she could use Luke easily.

He gulped audibly as the mask receded from his face, exposing his head and neck. He shifted uncomfortably.

She giggled at him, “Well, first of all, I stole this-” between two clawed fingers, the cat held a button. The kind that belonged on expensive business pants. The kind-

“What- dammit!” Luke realized what caused the discomfort in his pants. He turned around to fix them, opening up the bottom half of his suit to adjust himself, muttering in his deep, throaty voice, “Damn new suit.. Shoulda worn the cup..”

“Ah, the cup?” asked Selina, hoping to get him so aroused he couldn’t catch her, “Oh c’mon, you were staring at mine, why can’t I see-”

“No, I-” he fell forward as he felt Selina push against his leg, but in doing so showed Selina what she wanted- his cock half hard, pushing out against his grey underwear in a massive bulge.

“Oh- oh come fucking on, you’re wearing a cup now!”

“No- no, you don’t get it,” he said. In a move clearly done by pure hormones, he pulled it out to show her- and holy hell was it a sight.

Darker than the rest of his milk chocolate skin and, even when at best half hard, as thick as her wrist and twice the length of her hand, it protruded from his muscular pelvis, curving down until the large, deep mauve head pointed straight at the floor, nearly touching Selina's sensitive skin.

Selina’s sultry, deep breaths stopped cold. She reached out to touch it. In her hand, which she couldn’t wrap around it, of course, she felt his blood pump, making his width tug, his head throbbing just a bit.

It was frightening- how was he so big? Bruce's sat snug in her hand when he was rock hard, but this was barely above flaccid, and it fit in her hand, the squishy, yet strong flesh spilling out of her hand. He was like a handful of sand, something she couldn't hold, while Bruce was just one stone. Or a pebble. Eventually, she managed to get her lithe fingers to touch all the way around it, but, as her breaths turned waveringly deep, she felt them barely brush each other, and then be pulled totally apart as he rose to hardness.

She decided that she didn’t want to run away anymore.

“H-how big does it get?” She stared.

“Fourteen inches,” he gulped, more confident now.

“Christ-” she lifted it up, letting the head brush her face, “do they even make cups this big?” was all she could ask.

“It’s.. difficult,” he chuckled, “And the suits are a whole nother thing... this is a new one, you see. I haven’t made the necessary adjustments yet... I’m sorry, lemme just-”

Selina grabbed his plump cock, “Oh fuck no bitch! I’m gonna get this cock- Goddamn it’s big! And why the hell don’t you have your suit fitted for this? Not that I’m complaining...”

“No- I, I make the adjustments myself. Bruce makes the suits-”

“Say no more,” smiled Selina, working her arm to pump his fat cock to hardness, “Goddamn, those rumors are true...” she felt a massive urge to lick at his black cock.

“Rumors?”

“Oh, you know- about black guys’ dicks- don’t tell me you’ve never been in a locker room with any of Bruce or his, heh, little Robins?”

“I don't think you should trust me to be honest.”

“Well, I’ll be honest, I’ve never fucked a black guy, but if I ever had, I’d be thinking about that cock all the fuckin time.”

“Never fucked a black guy, Miss Kyle?”

“Not even when I was a hooker- and no need to be all formal. It’s Selina, at the very least,” she smiled widely as she smacked his meat against her snow white face.

“Alright, Selina- I think I’m there. Wanna take what you want?”

“Don’t ask next time. It’s hotter,” she replied, and then, just slow enough to taste every inch of the massive thing, Catwoman decided she'd go all in, and inhaled his cock, its blackness more than she had ever had before. It tasted musky and strong, pulsating on and heating her little pink tongue.

She widened her jaw to take in his girth, his dick filling both her. She was great at the blowjob face, sucking her cheeks in, but with a black cock the limber woman felt like a chipmunk. It was heavy, too, pushing down on her poor straining lower jaw. Worst of all, she was about halfway down the actual length. She pushed on, feeling her throat expand as she swallowed his length.

She gargled it, then pulled out, coating his big black dick in saliva, more than it looked like her cute little mouth could produce.

Her eyes, however, told a different story. One that said she needed more of this massive dick to suck on, to lick, to drool over, to fawn over, to get all up inside all her holes. With one suck, Selina Kyle became another victim to black cock lust. She totally forgot how she felt about Bruce- emotions were a thing of the heart, and right now, her dripping pussy was the captain of her actions.

She happily slurped him down again, ropes of spit sticking to his veiny dick every time she came off it. She sucked him like a vacuum, her ruby lips stretching across his shaft as she pulled back before going all the way back down again. Lipstick smeared on him, only to be licked back up when her tongue darted all over his cock every time she went down on him.

Slurping, sucking, kissing and licking, Selina gave Luke the best head she ever gave, and the best he’d ever gotten.

“How.. how close are you?” she gasped, just off his hot dick, strings of spit and precum hanging from her lips, dangling onto her creamy breasts.

“To cumming?” he asked, “Not really.”

Well, fuck! Selina’s usual routine (both before and after she found robbing was more fun than sex) was to make him cum with a blow job, then fuck him. But it seemed this ugy had a big dick and could last twice as long as the normal guy,

“Change of plans,” she announced, gulping as she realized her throat felt much wider, “do you wanna take your costume off?”

“For what?”

“To fuck me silly, silly!” She smiled, stripping, letting her leather catsuit fall onto the roof as she crawled back to his erection, licking its tip playfully.

“I’d like to keep it on, if that’s fine with you.”

“Oh, God yes it is,” she licked his balls and up to his very tip, then let his dick drag between her pillowy tits, “keep me naked, all submissive and helpless, you’re so fucking hot.”

Luke didn’t see it that way- he just didn’t want to be disarmed in case he had to fight this crazy white cat burglar bitch, but every second it seemed more like that wouldn’t happen, since she wasn’t stopping.

She gave him a short, toying titjob, rubbing her pale breasts all over his pole, and then stood further up, rubbing his precum against her firm but smooth stomach, before finally standing up straight, his cockhead poking just under her navel.

“Oh, take me, Batwing,” she cooed, no sign of remembering all the times she’d said Batman instead. Luke kissed her, making out deeply, slimy tongues rolling over each other. He then grabbed her by her soft asscheeks, not as impressive as her tits, but still a wonderful pair. He smacked them, pushed into the soft flesh with his strong fingers, and then cupped her sexy ass in his hands to lift her up onto his cock.

“You feel so big,” said Selina, biting her tongue as she held onto Luke, her pussy lips rubbing on his shaft.

“You feel so wet,” responded Luke.

“Better to guide you in with, Lukey baby,” she said, pushing her stomach against his abs, guiding his cock up to point right at her cunt. She closed her eyes, braced herself, and sat on it.

“Ah, fuck!” she yelled, loud enough that it made Luke hope no one was on the roof, “It is really big! I haven’t felt like this since I lost my virginity! In fucking middle school! Oh yeah, fuck me hard and deep with your big- big- oh, fuck you’re so big!” Selina turned into a chatterbox by his electrifying black cock.

“Damn you’re tight! I thought you were a whore!” He bounced her up and down his massive dong, her sweaty, sticky legs locked tight around his waist.

“Oh, I am! I’m a whore! A dirty, slutty, whore!”

“Then why are you as tight as a school girl?”

“Ah, fuck! You just wanna hear me say it! I’m a- fuck I feel it all the way in I’m sooooo full!- I’ve never been a whore for black cock before!”

“And now?”

“Holy- holy shit! Ah, I’m getting lightheaded... I’ve never been fucked like this before. I can’t believe I’ve never gone black..”

He pulled her short, black hair and smacked her ass, “And now?”

“Now- I went black! And goddamn if I’m never going back! Ahh, fuck!” the usually clever cat burglar had become totally degraded, slick with sweat and eyes wild with pleasure. She held on tight to his armor, gyrating her round, obsessed, child bearing hips on his cock.

It pushed and throbbed and strained all inside her, stretching her insides, making them even wider than her pussy, which never stretched wider than his steady base. It was his twitching head deep in his canal that made her feel like she never had before.

“I’m a fucking slut for black cock!” she cried, mind exploding as she felt a rush of hot, syrupy liquid in her cunt spill out and run on her legs. It took her a second to realize that this was not his cum she felt, but her own.

The BBC whore tried to see what time it was on something, but there were no clocks near. Her screams and cry were replaced with a long, humid moan, that was only interrupted when her whole body shook with one of his thrusts. They could have been fucking for ten minutes or for half an hour. Either way, the man had stamina like she had never felt.

He pushed her up against the wall of the stairway exit, her back scraping against rough concrete, but if any of her white hide hurt, it was her rose-red asscheeks, which had been thoroughly spanked by the dominant man.

She screamed his name as she came again. Her pussy tightened, and he kept driving. She loved the pain. She was a white woman- a snowbunny, now. A snowkitty. She loved it. She wanted him to hurt her more.

He then held onto her back. His gloves had retracted into his armpeices- when, Selina’s dopamine-addled mind didn’t know- and his black, rough palms felt up her back. He didn’t squeeze tight, which she would have loved, but she realized how much hotter it made her felt.

Stupid white girl! Just let the black man pleasure you, Selina. Let his black... black...

It felt like he was dominating her, making her more whorish than Stan or Slam Bradley or Bruce had ever done, effortlessly. She was so weak compared to this adonis.

She was never going back to white boys.

She felt his round, fat black balls slam up against her ass. They were hanging, the size of tangerines, and as delicious as them. Selina could swear that she felt them churn with his superior african seed, what she wanted- no, no, no, NEEDED- inside of her.

Suddenly, as she came a third time, her lover granted her wish, and came inside of her, shooting strong, round, fluid ropes of thick goop inside her already wet pussy, drenching it. The solid weight within her ravished hole doubled as his manhood came deep inside. It felt like gallons of his potent sperm was emptied right into her womb. Shame she wasn’t anywhere near ovulating.

She went limp, falling down, having to be caught with his strong, quick hand around her back. Her head and limbs hung, supported by his one hand and his massive dong, buried deep inside her tight cunt.

“That was.. The best... I’ve ever had,” she panted, dropping to the ground. She looked at her raw, well-fucked cunt, staring at its strained opening. Then, cum ran out- not gray, thin white cum, but thick, creamy, virile black cum, “You’re so much better than all the other Bat boys... how are you so good...” it kept spilling out, drowning her crotch, soaking the ground.

Luke laughed, “Secret identity- I’m black.”

“Of course.. And Bruce had to get a chinadoll to actually have a kid with.”

“And all the boys are pretty shy in the locker rooms too...”

“I bet.”

“‘Cept for Duke.”

“God, tell me more. I’m already wet...” her hand slid down her sticky creampie. It made a shlicking sound. Selina’s eyes closed as she bit her messy lip.

“Sure,” Luke cracked his knuckles, “ready to go again?”

2 - Along Came a Black Spider

Selina had to wonder if Bruce understood that he was a beta white guy, with a below-average dick and no jet pack. After all, he had given Luke Fox, the guy with the gargantuan dick that made Selina into a black-only snow bunny, the super suit with a jetpack.

He used both on the way to Selina’s apartment, where he had agreed to drop her off after she had taken a second load of his on her face, still feeling like a spa day, his thick cum masking her pale countenance with enough fluid to fill a bucket.

She fell naked on her balcony, her ass cheeks redder than her roses from the pounding, her knees more scraped than her old metal chairs from how deep she had sucked him, and her nipples standing erect as the table’s umbrella, the tits they adorned glazed with ropey cum, more than she could swallow- and she loved swallowing his delicious cum.

He took the flash drive and flew away, leaving Selina, naked, and without her catsuit, to go in her apartment, totally exhausted. She had barely taken a few steps in when she collapsed on the couch, lifting her legs up in the air to expose her burning cunt as she teetered at the edge of consciousness.

“Fuck, I need a shower.....” groaned Selina as she felt a fat dollop of syrupy cum leak from her used hole, putting her fingers up to herself to feel her creampie, letting it drip on her couch, the fluid ruining it as Luke had ruined her cunt. Hell, the whole couch may have been ruined. She was sweating so much- every inch of her skin was on fire with a pleasure years of white lovers had never given her. She closed her eyes and smiled, tongue lapping at the cream on her lips.

She began fingering herself. She loved feeling the insides of her tight little cunny, but now it felt like she was hollow, her stretched hole feeling like an abyss around her hand, wider than three fingers. Even when she pushed her whole hand in, her sex stretched easy as a shirt, looser than she’d ever been before. It felt like it would just collapse in on itself if she removed her hand.

Reluctantly, the wet, dripping, sweaty, cum-soaked mess got up from the couch and meandered into the bathroom, tracking her mess throughout the brightly lit, angular apartment. She passed the balcony in her bedroom there, but, to her sadness, there was no Batwing flying around. The Bat-signal was lit, but she hoped Bruce wouldn’t ever expect anything from her again, because, as good a person he was, he wasn’t a real man. And Selina needed a real man.

She turned on the steamy water as she felt guilt and pleasure keep washing over her. It wasn’t like she’d cheated on Bruce- they weren’t together right now, and it’s not like it wasn’t seen as normal for a beautiful white lady such as her to cuckold a white guy with a big, dark lover, was it? And god, Luke felt so good, deeper inside her than she’d ever thought possible.

She played with her clit in the hot bath, finely manipulating it, thinking if she was stereotyping. After all, she’d fucked only the one black guy, what’s to say he wasn’t an outlier? What if she couldn’t, just in

theory, get herself all tattooed up with queens of spades and ‘black owned’ and be totally satisfied with black guys twice as big as any white ‘man’?

Well, she could always just be with Luke. He, she knew, was good enough. He was a decade and a half younger than her- did that make her a cougar? Fuck if she cared.

She kept playing with herself under the water, pinching and pulling at her swollen clit, thinking of the wild night she’d just had. How Luke had picked her up and their bodies sunk into each other, how he’d put her on her hands and feet as he mounted her, her from behind, how he slapped her ass as he pounded her cunt, how his thick pile of meat slapped her tits and her face before cumming all over them, emptying those full, hanging balls she only got to lick a precious few times.

Even more disappointing than how much she licked his balls was her ass- yeah, the cheeks were as red as could be, but as she moved the finger of her other hand to the pink, tight pucker of her anus, it felt very neglected compared to her gaping pussy. She wanted a big black cock in her ass.

As she drifted into sleep, fingers holding her clit in a fist as she put another two far up her ass, she dreamed of it.

She woke up when her head finally dipped underwater- something the expensive in-bath seat was designed to prevent. She stole hard for that, it might as well work!

Still, she felt comfortable- the water was still somewhat warm, so the heating worked. And judging by the dim light it was dawn. If she had any idea how long it was between encountering Luke and going to sleep, that may have meant something.

She didn’t want to get up. She kept her face barely above the water so she could keep feeling herself. Her asshole had accommodated to her middle and index finger, and so she pushed another into the snugly held hole. Her pussy, on the other hand, had tightened around her fingers, no longer gaping or full of semen.

Of course, she’d love it to be again- stretched open and fucked, then poured into with hot, thick sperm. And even more in her ass- god, how she needed a black man to really fill that hole, how-

She rolled her head over, and saw something in the corner of her bathroom- no, someone. Wearing a black full-bodysuit, with orange and purple highlights, a maroon spider on his face.

“Ah, shit,” grumbled Selina, hooping out of the bath into the cold air as a throwing knife flew past her short black hair. He pounced at her, so she grabbed the bathroom door and left him to run into it.

“Black Spider, isn’t it?” She asked, flipping into the living room, soaking the floor again.

He didn’t respond, simply running after her and firing a line from his gauntlet, missing Selina and catching a chair, which also missed her.

“Oh come on!” she yelled, keeping on her feet, “I’m right, right? You’re Black Spider- Eric Needlewhatever-“ she dodged more of his swipes- “Shouldn’t you be with Waller? And even then, what

the hell are you doing in my bathroom, pervert?!”

“You knew the deal- turn in the drive by 6 am. It’s been an hour almost, so I was sent to check on you. You clearly haven’t bothered, I searched the place, and it’s not here, so I assumed the contract is void, and you know the boss don't accept betrayal.”

“Ah, fuck you!” She gasped as she narrowly dodged another barbed line, whipping around her bedroom, “I can still get it!”

“Plenty of people can- and I’m sure the boss is already hiring. You’re done-“ he swung around the line like a whip yet again, “it’s just you and me now.”

“Can you let me get dressed first then, Eric, before I kick your ass?”

“How cliche,” chuckled the Spider, switching to wrist-mounted blades to keep Selina on her toes, “and shouldn’t you appreciate the fact that you’re naked? Isn’t sex appeal meant as a distraction?”

“What? You buy that bullshit? No, I show my tits off because I’m a slut-“ she slid under him to kick him in the back, knocking him down onto a armoire, knocking down a jewelry chest, “be lucky I didn’t go for the dick, asshole,” She grumbled, letting the chest hit him.

“Oh, you would have liked that, wouldn’t you, slut?” He rolled over, still mocking her.

“That’s-“ she paused, knowing he wasn’t the one who started that, “Okay, fuck you, I am a slut, and I was having a great time before you showed- wait,” she paused, reaching for his mask, but not taking it, “you’re black, aren’t you?”

“Yes, and I’m a spider.”

“No, I meant-“

“Bitch, I know what you meant! Yes, I am,” he pushed her hand away to take off his mask, revealing a sharp, goateed black face, “why?”

She lowered her body, exposed and naked, on top of his well armored one, until her pussy was nearly touching his large codpiece, “I mean... I just wanted to ask-“ she put her hands on his shoulders, pinning him down, “how big is your dick?”

“...Bitch, what?”

“I’m serious-“ she whined, “how big? Because I fucked my first black guy last night and need to know if they’re all like that!”

They both looked at each other, Selina in what seemed to be desperation, and Eric in confusion.

“AHAHAHAHA,” suddenly, he laughed, “So you’re just another big black cock slut, is that right?”

“Uh- you’ll fuck me if I say yes, right?”

“Fuck Batman’s bitch? Any day.”

“Then yes, I’m the biggest fucking black cock whore on earth!” She exclaimed, almost shaking on him, “oh! And I’m not his bitch- not anymore,” she smiled gleefully, putting up two pinched fingers to illustrate Batman’s little white dick.

“Hah! You are a bad bitch, aren’t you!”

“I’ll be your bad bitch if you really do have a big black cock!”

“Then lemme show you,” he breathed as he pushed her ass off him. She felt her pussy dampen at the feeling of him control her, picking her up with just one big, strong hand.

He tore off his belt and peeled off his pants, pulling the codpiece down to reveal to Selina what could only be described as an anaconda- as long, if not longer than Luke, with a fatter head and thinner shaft, actually making it look bigger, harder to take, more painful. Definitely like a snake.

“I’m already so fucking wet,” whispered Selina.

“I can tell-” he made her moan by feeling her wetness, holding her from behind with two fingers sloshing over her pussy while his thumb pressed right above her asshole.

“Your hands even feel big,” she lowered her shuttering head to his ear, “I want you to do whatever you want to me, baby.”

“Good,” he slammed her ass, spanking her. His spry, sturdy hand totally covered her alabaster cheek, rubbing it like a baker kneading dough, the strength of his black hands rippling over her velvety flesh. She kissed his dark neck, tasting sweat. It clung to her lips until she licked it off.

He began tearing off his padded suit, Selina pawing at the edges as if to help, but she was really just enamored with his black body, his ebony tufts of hair running down his broad chest and sculpted abs, the hair of a real man. His torso and cock was totally opened, and so, like a moth to a flame, Selina dropped, ass up, and face down, kissing his muscular frame.

Preoccupied with his musculature and musk, Selina’s hand drifted down to Eric’s legs without looking, feeling around, groping at his wide, strong legs. She kissed his stomach like it was an idol until her hand felt something new- a smooth, bulbous head, a deep peach poking out from the long, curved, black shaft. It tensed as her hand felt it, as her worshipping slowed to look over at the massive tube of meat, semi-erect and pointing down at his swollen, hanging balls.

Selina’s hand purled around his sleek cockhead and his round ballsack. He secreted precum, the perfect lubricant for Selina’s lustful hand to hold his cockhead, at least three times bigger than any white boy she’d ever been with. As she tried to wrap her fist around his round tip, his cock tightened, hefting his balls, swelling his veins all the way down his shaft.

She planted sloppy, smacking kisses down his abs to his crotch, where she glossed the base of his cock, which, despite its curve, was still taller than her head at its vertex. She kissed and tongued and groped his cock, feeling the fat, many veins only a black cock had, tugging at the soft, loose skin around his solid shaft.

“You’re so fucking... fucking huge... gargantuan... BBC...” she murmured in between licks, just loud enough for him to hear. Even the thought of those words made her pussy ache.

He smiled a pearly grin as she put her silky, drooling lips parallel to his cock, then lowered them slowly onto it, right in the middle. She held it on either side of her mouth, the shaft and it’s veins filling each hand as she sucked on it’s delicious flavor.

She slurped on it, doing her best to drench it with spit from her small mouth, his black member dwarfing her mouth. She went all the way down it and all the way back up, like she was on a harmonica. She closed her eyes and touched herself as her lips popped off his base. When they opened, they saw that her spit, which felt like enough to fill a lake, made maybe half of his godly cock slick with spit.

Selina whimpered at the monster before her. Luke’s was in the dark, but here, in her apartment, at daybreak, she could see the whole thing, all of its features and pulsations and dark, dark blackness against the pinks, peaches, and whites of her home. Her home was a damn mess thanks to their fight- but now she was ready to be made a damn mess thanks to their fuck, thanks to his huge, strong, black dick.

She pumped his dick to hardness, thickening it and flattening out its big, floppy curve, replacing it with a solid pipe of black cock. It’s head still pointed down, just a bit. It sat snugly in her hand, the lightest skin on his dark chocolate member, round and smooth as an apple and slick with precum.

She lied down perpendicular to him, elbows resting on his sinewy dark skin, and let his dick shake and bounce and finally get to full mast right in front of her blue eyes. She kissed the hole at its tip top, and pushed her tongue into to sticky hole, pulling off with a string of precrum. It broke and fell down to his pelvis. She watched it as is fell, far, far below. She jumped off skyscrapers regularly, but, with his cockhead at her nose, the cock she was staring down looked frighteningly tall.

She put her arms on either side of his base and sat up with good posture, the domineering cock running nearly from her belly button to her forehead. She laughed nervously.

“Bitch, you ain’t being anywhere near as much as a slut as your tight ass tells me you can,” he said, slapping her ass. His dark palm renewed the light pink handprint that covered both her cheek before he took his huge middle finger, and ran it down her asscrack, pushing at her perfect pink butthole.

“Eep!” She jumped, body tending and hair bobbing as she felt his fingertips against her sensitive pucker. She looked down, bending to show him he tits with his powerful, huge cock in her cleavage. She beamed, well kept teeth whiter than her skin, but hopefully not to be any less defiled by his blackness, by his huge black cock.

She closed her eyes and breathed deep, “Don’t stop touching my asshole,” she gasped through th,an enraptured smile.

He said nothing as he kept playing with her backdoor, moving his fingers in circles around its pucker, running its pad over her, dipping his fingerprints into her lusting anus. Eventually, he matched the pace of Selina’s nervous licks to the underside of his tip, the perfect spot to lap at the juices.

Her licks were playful, as was his fingering on her behind. Him touching her dirtiest whole made her wet, and that arousal made her more desperateShe lapped at his glans, the smooth, round bulb, the color of syrup. His pace stayed the same, but her mind was running faster and faster. She began to drool on his head and kiss it sloppily as her cunt was, his precum tasting like syrup. He stayed the same. She took a hand and shoved it between her legs, fingering herself. Not long after, his bulb was in her mouth.

“Mmmf!” she stopped herself when his head, the size of a ripe fruit, was already in her head. Sticky spit flung from her stretched lips, sinking down the long rod of his cock. Ready to gag, she chased it down his dick, careful not to hurt him with her teeth. He may have been thinner than Luke, but she still felt it against her teeth no matter how wide she opened her mouth. Like the water of a warm shower, Selina descended down her would-be assassin’s cock.

She began to gag at halfway, more than she could take. She pushed down, feeling her wetness increase with each throb of his cock deep down her little slutty gullet. She teared up as she struggled to even take half of his incredible black cock, and almost cried when he took his hand off her hungry asshole, and her ass altogether. She felt like she was gonna collapse when he put that hand on top of her head, and forced her even further down his black rod.

When she nearly reached the bottom, red-faced, choking, and sputtering as his fat head pushed and pulsates deep, deep in her windpipe, he took his hand off. He moved it down to her crotch, and, to her dismay, he removed her hand from gm inside her soaking wet pussy.

“W-why?” She pleaded, after rushing up for a gulp of air. That huge cock only a black guy could have flopped on her crestfallen face.

“Ah calm down,” he said with his well-earned confidence- after all, who could know how to please a girl better than a man with a big black cock?

He took her waist and hips and pulled them toward him. The pussycat looked over at him, a but he simply pushed her face back into his rock hard dick. Teasing and kneading the flesh, he pulled her hips right at him, lifted them up, and laid them in his face, wet cunny dripping onto his ruggedly handsome face.

Hugging her waist close to his chest, he slurped and smacked on her drenched puss as she did the same to his cock. Needleham had an easier time eating her out than Selina had blowing him, but both felt similar pleasure.

Selina began to go limp as she felt an orgasm flowing through her. If it was a white boy, his dick would fall out her slack mouth, but this black snake stayed deep in her. Eric soon noticed, and put her down- practically throwing her on the bed.

“You’re good at sucking cock, but you need to learn to last a little longer,” he chuckled. Selina moaned

and groaned, but couldn’t verbally respond. She just sat there as he jerked off his long, black dick to her, building it up until his huge, hanging, wrecking-ball testicles clenched, and he came. He spurted cum down her throat, and her clear wet drool became a thick, sticky, and white.

She pulled off his cock, not that you could tell, with the slimy cum sticking to his cock and her lips, making a messy curtain between them. That was nowhere near all his cum though- most of it was down her throat, a bigger load than she had ever had before. She sucked up the slimy mess, trying to hold his whole load in.

“You’d better not spit,” he muttered.

She gagged and gasped, eyes tearing up with desperation. She bent over and opened her mouth, vomiting potent slime onto her floor.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry-“ she cried, bending over to get near to the puddle of cum, “your load was just so big! I couldn’t hold it all in!” She gasped, and stuck her tongue out to lap up the puddle, working to swallow it all.

He walked around back to her bare ass. “It’s fine- long as you lemme go all the way,” he grinned, putting his hand on her numb butt.

She took a breath in between her eating of her own oral cream pie, “sure! Please do- I- I won’t be able to fuck as good as usual, but I just want that inside me!”

“All you had to say,”

“And no condoms!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, bitch.”

She gleefully closed her eyes as she pushed her tongue down onto the hot cum and stuck her butt up for him to use.

“Pussy or ass?”

“Mmgh- pussy! I’d die if your black cock went into my asshole-“ she kept talking about how white guys would make her ass stretch, and she wasn’t ready for Eric’s black mamba to get all up in her guts, but he tuned her out, just pushing his cockhead against her soaking wet lips, and shoved it inside her canal.

She spat out more cum almost immediately, screaming as his strength overtook her tightness, and he shoved his fat head deeper inside her than any first thrust ever had, slamming into her uterus, causing her to explode in pleasure and pain.

Her white pussy was tight, perfectly sized for the types of cocks she’d been fucking her whole life, and while she needed something more, this sure was a hell of a way to get it. It was stretched in every direction, pushing into places that had never been fucked before, that she never knew she wanted to be fucked.

He pounded her so hard it felt like she may as well have been doing anal, slamming her whole body. He sent every inch of loose skin, of which there wasn’t much, shaking as much as her bouncy tits. And forget about her face, it was now totally slack and no longer trying to lick up his spilled cum. Instead the force of her whole body was being buckled and slammed, and her face was laying in the puddle, ground into the puddle. Her hair was a mess. Her pussy was on fire.

He was rougher and gruffer than Luke was, probably due to age and the comfort of her well-heated apartment. Being a criminal, as she knew, certainly help. Being black compounded that. She could barely think, and soon he fucked her brains right out of her. Her arms gave out, and the front half of her body weight fell on her cum-covered face, legs behind her held up by his large hands on either hip. He kept her in place as he destroyed her pussy. She couldn’t see, but he was grinning like a madman, which made sense for any man who got to be with a woman like her, but she considered herself the far luckier one.

The pounding felt beyond physical. Yeah, he was strong as hell and fucked her deep, slamming through her hole and poking her womb like she was a piece of meat, but she felt more than just that. She felt tingly throughout her body. Not a girlish, schoolgirly sort of sensual tingles, but shocks of pleasure like a hard drug throughout her body from his hard cock. Her pussy juices dripped like lava, her stretched canal coated in magma. Her body felt better than ever.

That was when she realised what was happening- she was orgasming. Not just a powerful, climactic squirt from her pussy, but a continuous, flow of orgasms. She was cumming one time after another, so many, so hard, so fast, that it felt like her body was perpetually climaxing.

His pounding had rubbed the sticky puddle of cum on the floor into her face, sending small globs flying into her hair, against her slack lips, even in her rolled-back eyes. She had gotten so used to her constant orgasm that she was barely even conscious, she just sat there, barely propped up against his pumping black hips.

She was jolted awake when she felt his dick twitch uncontrollably inside her, pushing up against her walls. She leaned her head down, putting her hair on the floor, and looked between her legs. She saw his gargantuan black meat entering her and how her pussy was raining juices from the dozens of orgasms she must have had. She also saw his massive, loosely hanging balls swing less and less and begin to tighten up against the underside of his cock.

Why his cock was twitching was finally clear- he was going to cum! His grunts became louder and his thrusts became faster. She threw her head back and moaned as she prepared for what was coming.

He shot his load in her, just as big and thick as before, if not more so. The sheer force of his cum in her womb made her tremble, and as he pulled out, her clit went off as it felt gallons of black cum pouring out of her, enough to make another puddle on the floor and still fill her up.

She had her biggest orgasm yet. It made her jump, pull away from Eric as she fell on the floor, rolling around in a mess of cum as she moaned- no, screamed. Her hips shook and she tried to cover her pussy with her hand, but it was buckled off, and she squirted everywhere, lifting her ass off the ground.

“I love black cock!” Catwoman screamed as she fell onto the floor like a starfish.

“Sure did,” muttered Eric, getting dressed again, having trouble fitting his black manhood in his pants again, “I’ll tell the boss you’re the least of our problems now that the Bat’s onto us. Good luck, you crazy little whore.” And with that, he walked out to the balcony, and left.

Selina was left scoop up the pools of black cum, playing with the precious substance like, well, a kitten. She coated her hand in it, rubbed it all on her worn-out pussy. She massaged her belly with a glob of it, soothing her stretched insides. She made her milky white tits even whiter, lubing them up with his copious baby batter. Most of all, she filled her hands with it, and poured it down her hungry, slutty little throat.

“I love black dick,” she breathed, not even thinking. It just came naturally. “I love black cum. I’m a blacked little slut.”

She passed out, soon dreaming of getting stuffed by big, black cock.

3 - Stephanie Brown and the Blackedcomputer

Selina was in trouble honestly. It was the first time in years she’d failed a job (granted, she never took up contracts, but still!), and surely Black Spider wouldn’t be the last assassin to be sent after her. While that turned out well, she didn’t wanna gamble her life with the next one.

Especially if the next wasn’t black.

That’s why she was here now, at the residence of Carlton Duquesne, a generally well-liked and well-respected mob boss. The kind who would provide her the protection she needed. In more ways than one, of course, but only Selina would think of an innuendo like that when her life was on the line.

Then again, considering Duquesne’s mob was owned and operated by the black families of Gotham’s underworld, not to mention the luxurious overworld old Carlton himself lived in, maybe plenty of women would accept protection. Those of the underworld would prefer to stay clean with the hung black thugs they fucked, while the wealthier women would use it to make sure they didn’t end up pregnant with a black guy’s baby.

Either way, Selina would probably still use it. She wasn’t that addicted to her newfound love. Not yet, anyways. She still knew what she was doing though. Every mob in Gotham had it’s big, strong black enforcers. But she picked the one she knew had the most. And the one that was run by one.

Selina was neither greedy nor generous, stealing more than she could possibly need, but still gave tons to charity. Mostly for animals, but still, it was charity. Mr. Duquesne, however, was not a charity case, and she didn’t intend to spend a dime on protection money to stay at his big, extravagant, and a tad tacky hotel. She did, however offer another payment that was worth more to her than it was to him. Not that she’d ever tell that.

When she first came to him, she pleaded for protection from the newly made enemies. He initially refused- Catwoman was a big name, and a big target. Her reputation couldn’t buy her protection, but it seemed money would. Selina had a better idea.

“Tell me, Mr. Duquesne,” she’d said. She still remembered exactly how the exchange went, that night in his penthouse office, him in a suit and turtleneck, her in her catsuit, “How much do you pay the girls who I saw running around your office earlier?”

“My ladies ain’t a concern, kitty,” the mob boss replied, “you’re not negotiating with them.”

“Oh, of courrrrse I’m not negotiating with them,” she purred, “I’m Catwoman, they’re just... girls, really. How could they compare?” she rubbed a gloved hand up her torso. Her palm grazed against her D-cup.

Carlton looked her up and down. She invited him by sliding her zipper all the way down, so that the tiniest flecks of her well-trimmed womanly hair poked above the catsuit. “I just wanna place to stay, baby. To lay low.” She made a kissy face.

“There a catch, kitty?” The black boss leaned down to look at her. She got on the floor in response,

“Not at all. I’ll do this every week if it you’d rather that then rent. More than every week....”

“I’ll be the judge of what’s worth it,” he said, deep gravelly voice doing things to her pussy. He lifted himself up, undoing his belt and pulling down his pants, then his underwear, down his ashy black legs, revealing his cock.

He was enormous. The thickest cock she’s ever seen, almost as long as her arm and bulbous. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was in love.

“So it’s gonna be like that, huh?”

She nodded. “I’ll be your slut once a week. More, if this thing feels as good as it looks.”

“Good.” He wasn’t surprised by women wanting his dick at all.

“Any limits, sir?” She asked, uncharacteristically submissive. She pulled down the top of her suit, letting her braless tits shine with all their glory.

“Just don’t call me daddy. Shit’s weird.”

She was a little disappointed. She loved the fantasy of a black daddy ramming her ass as she cried his title. Still, it wasn’t worth giving up an inch of this monster cock. Selina nodded yes right into his eyes as she kissed the sliding foreskin of his cock. She got it hard just with sluttly little licks and pokes of her tongue. Just like a Cat. And that was what he wanted, right? Catwoman, the dangerous, uncontrollable expert thief and outlaw, totally submitting to his massive, alpha, dominant, mob boss black cock.

“I... don’t know if I can suck it all,” she worried, looking up at him as he unbuttoned his shirt with massive, strong arms, showing a slightly bulging belly and powerful chest.

“I’ve had white girls take it before. Penguin’s bitches, Lark and Jay? They’ve sucked it down to the base. Do you really think you’re worse than some sluts who suck Cobblepot’s ugly cock?”

That got to her head. Selina always had a bit of a complex, and this played right to it. She hadn’t stood down from sucking a dick since middle school, and she didn’t want to start now. Although, if there was one sort of dick she couldn’t overcome, it was the massive kind black men possessed.

“Yes sir. Your dirty whore, at your service,” she smiled at him.

She licked from his huge, loose balls, her tongue drawing them up until his sack was stiff and wrinkled. Her tastebuds didn’t experience any worse taste though. She put her hands on his comparatively huge ones (and she had big hands for a woman). She felt him relax, loosen up for her. Even if she wanted to hurt him, he’d overpower her. Maybe she’d try to, just to feel him rough her up.

She kept peeling off her spandex down to the last inch, tossing it to the side. He was dressed in classy,

expensive armani wool, unbuttoned to show his impressive physique. Selina, meanwhile, was totally naked, silky ass and tits all out for anyone to walk in to see. If they did she’d keep going. She loved being a black cock slut.

Positioned in front of his bulbous cock, she looked up at him. He didn’t look down. It was like she didn’t even matter. It was a little upsetting, after all, Catwoman deserved more respect. But god it was hot. This monster black cock was probably so popular that the Catwoman worshipping it wasn’t any big deal to Carlton.

Kiss after kiss, she made out with the tip of his dick, not letting an ounce of precum escape from her greedy lips. She was ready to steal all his cum, like the good little slutty thief she was. She went down on him, struggling to swallow all of the huge black rod. She choked, but knew this was where she belonged.

Sucking his cock.

Outside, another sight was happening. Red Robin, Tim Drake, was assigned to watch Catwoman. Her alleged dealings with Tobias Whale’s mob was cause for concern, and as such, he was tasked with the field monitoring, while Stephanie Brown was on the other end of the line.

“She- she’s getting on her knees,” he said, watching the beginning of the scene, peering over the stone lip of the building across the way from Selina and Duquesne.

“What?” came Stephanie, the muffled sounds of movement, “So she’s not just making a deal with Duquesne?”

“I- um, I think she is,” her boyfriend replied.

“Aww, I can hear you blushing. What’s wrong? You watch porn all the time, don’t you?”

“And do stuff with you, but it’s weird to watch.”

“Don’t kid yourself, babe. You know I don’t wanna do stuff with the little thing you’re packing. And you watch me all the time while you’re sitting in a corner or behind a screen, jerking off. Are they still talking?” She slurped down chinese takeout. Not the healthiest, but it was her cheat day. Besides, she knew black guys liked girls a little plumper than she was.

“She’s- um- pulling his pants down. And her top off. Jesus..”

“What? Is he huge, or are her tits that great. It’s both, isn’t it?”

“It... it’s both.”

“D’aww,” she mocked, “Is your little thing hard?”

“Do you have to make fun of it all the time?”

“Oh come on, look, I’m sorry, but it’s just too hilarious! I’m not even horny right now-” she heard Tim grumble something on the other end of the line. “What was that? Is it about me being horny? Because if I was you’d be hearing me watching those VIP Blacked.com videos you paid for me. Now look, I’ll be nicer about it, but we have to get this work done! Either keep talking or turn on the camera!”

“Right,” Tim mumbled, pulling out the portable tripod-mounted camera and hooked it up to the Batcomputer, streaming the scene right into Stephanie’s monitor. The blonde focused it, getting the best shot possible. Tim went off to ‘monitor the perimeter’, but she barely even heard him. The pretty white girl was, as any pretty white girl, mesmerized by the fat cock of a powerful black man.

Shouldn’t have thought about my blacked membership, thought Stephanie, only somewhat reluctantly sliding her hand down to the crotch of her purple tracksuit. Wet, she thought. She could feel it even before her fingertips touched the dampness right above her pussy. Of course I’m wet- god I’m such a slut. Not that she wanted to change that, of course. She put her feet up on the Batcomputer and spread her legs. She focused intently on the image on her screen.

Selina Kyle- Catwoman, a villainess she’d had to put in cuffs at least once before, was looking like a fucking supermodel but with bigger tits, bobbing her face on Boss Duquesne’s massive cock. Her skin was almost as pale as Batwoman’s, and the roundness of her muscular arm and silky tits shone in the moonlight. The drops of spit flying onto them only made them shine more.

As Catwoman drooled sloppy spittle all over this old man’s huge dick, Steph just had to zoom in the camera. Thank god for the 4k quality, she thought, dipping her shakily desperate hand under her waistband. She sunk two fingers into her pussy as she watched how Catwoman’s spit flew everywhere everytime her lips reached the base of his cock. His beefy fingers ran through her short black hair. Both women wished it was longer. Carlton was perfectly happy the way it is. All three of them could see that big hands did indeed mean big dick.

Selina was beginning to feel something was off. She had a sort of cat sense, and right now, it told her that she was being watched. That was usually a bad thing, but right now, with her throat all stuffed with dick and lips dripping with molasses-like spit, she hoped she was being watched.

She was proud of this. She hoped whoever was watching her get blacked the third day in a row was feeling as good as she was. Besides, if she did anything about it, that’d just mean she’d have to wait longer to cum on a big black cock. Or feel it shoot all over her tits. Or cum in her ass. Or just keep having this black monster force her tongue down and her uvula up. Any of those would make it worth it.

So Catwoman and Spoiler, neither in their costumes or even knowing the other was aware of their presence, reached a mutual understanding. Selina would enjoy all the pleasures of sucking, fucking, cumming, and squirting on Carlton Duquesne’s deep black manhood. And Stephanie would get to spend her work time fingering her cunt to a live, real interracial scene. No actors. Every drop of hot cum and warm spit was as real as the juice on Steph’s own fingers.

Speaking of cum, Carlton’s balls tightened further and his rod came to full attention, making Selina gag and choke. She felt like he was going to rip her throat open and her lily white jawbone apart as his whole penis swelled, charging up for a massive blast of cum.

He shot his load down her throat. It was a massive load, fitting for a foot-long monster on one of the most powerful bosses in the city. It felt like a gallon of thick, gloopy cum forcing itself down her throat. Her eyes bugged out with tears. She had always loved that, when guys choked her, but she never knew she could really choke on a fat fucking cock until she downed this one. It felt like some shots blasted his creamy seed right into her stomach. She quickly gulped down whatever didn’t, until her stomach was churning with a massive meal. She hadn’t eaten since yesterday, as she was on the run. She was hornier than she was hungry, though. She never expected both to be satisfied at once.

Her eyes widened again as she realized what was happening. She was cumming!

She came right as he did. And without it even going near her favorite holes.

That never happened. Well, it might have with the two black guys before, but she couldn’t remember those well, after they had fucked her silly. Still, it was an overwhelming orgasm, hot pussy juice squirting all over the floor, making Selina try and yell with his huge cock still jammed insider her mouth, “MM!! MMM!!!! FCKKKK!! FFFFKKKK!!!”

This was all a very different experience. It wasn’t random, like the other two fucks she had with Batwing and Black Spider. Those were random. She didn’t expect those. This was planned, she came in here with a plan to get a big black cock fucking her, when she was safe and sober. She didn’t even talk to the guy. She’d bantered with every guy she fucked since she first became a hooker almost twenty years ago. Well, except Batman, but she tried to have him let up his ‘strong silent type’ thing.

The point was, this was when things changed. Selina knew what she would never stop being a horny little slut for black cock. This was the next chapter of her life- the street rat Selina, the prostitute Selina, the famous criminal Selina, and now, the Blacked Selina. The wet, hot, dripping whore couldn’t be happier.

She collapsed from her kneeling position Her bare thighs slid on the tile floor that she covered with her wet cum and she landed on her ass. His scarily big black cock emerged from her mouth still hard and ready for more. The dark brown skin of his body was pitch black on his spit-soaked dick, strands of the mess sticking to Selina’s limp, addicted lips. They curled into a smile.

“What the fuck?!” Yelled Stephanie, kicking her legs down onto the floor. Her bottoms were only a tiny bit down, so the soft skin of her thighs muffined over the band and her blonde pubes, soaked with pussy juice, were barely visible, “You fucking suck his dick once and when he shoots his load in you, you squirt like a fucking fifteen your old all over the floor and pass out like some coke addict whore? All from a fucking BJ?! What lame shit is this? I can’t cum to this!”

She paused her complaining to hear Tim mumble on the other end of the line, “I can hear you.”

She sighed. “Do you want me to just mute you, or keep going? I’m trying to enjoy myself here, and I promise I’ll make it up to you when you come home. Okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t mute, I might need your help if I find something.”

“Yeah, I know babe. Now lemme keep watching- and save the footage, you should watch it later.” He

didn’t respond. That was why she loved him so much.

She stripped off her bottoms, the top of it all soaked anyways from sweat and her syrupy cunt juices. The purple leggings tossed to the side, she was free to spread her legs as far as she liked while leaning back in the chair that was far bigger than her.

Carlton had been speaking to Selina. Before Steph started watching, he’d asked, “Did you really just cum that hard?”

“F..fuck yeah d- uh, Carlton. I swear I don’t normally cum when just giving head.”

“I hoped not. I thought Catwoman would be a better bed than some virgin schoolgirl.”

“Have you- fucked virgin schoolgirls before?” Asked Selina. By pure coincidence, she thought of Stephanie Brown, miss 15 and pregnant.

“Can’t confirm or deny,” Carl smiled, showing off one gold tooth.

Selina got up, rubbing her smooth, shaky legs, covered in cum and gross juices that she absolutely loved, all over his expensive suit. He didn’t care. He’d just have his maids wash them. If they asked what happened, he’d fuck them too. Hell, he’d fuck them either way. Carlton Duquesne did whatever he wanted.

She ran her hand up his sweaty, hair, bulky body. The idea of him fucking some slutty highschooler, because of some mob debt or some deal or just because she knew a good fuck when she saw one, was impossibly hot to her. By the time her long, curvy body stood all the way up, a drop of horny, hot pussy juice fell to the floor from her dripping cunt.

“You want more?”

“Fuck yeah. Make me your whore.”

“I’ll make sure to get you a luxury suite if you make me cum real good.”

“Mmmm,” she rubbed her plump white ass over the base of his cock, slinging the huge rod all around her sexy butt. Its length dwarfed her behind, its fat head easily sitting on the small of her back. “Fuck my pussy and my ass. I’ll make you cum twice- in each.”

Carlton slapped her ass and grinned ear to ear.

By the time it was over, his cum was all over his desk, her juice was all over his suit, and Stephanie’s squirting was all over the batcomputer. Between the three of them, Carlton’s big black cock had caused at least a dozen orgasms. And Tim hadn’t even watched the video yet.

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Lia couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Is there anything else we should know before we meet your parents?”

Her throat seemed to close on the thought and Tybee looked confused.

Kyle laughed. “I was wondering when you’d put that piece together.”

The look she gave him only made him laugh harder.

“What piece?” Gil asked?

“The meeting the parents of a boyfriend piece.” Kyle snickered.

“So are you.” Lia snapped back, hating that her cheeks were taking on color.

Kyle shrugged. “Mothers love me.”

“Mothers with teenaged daughters love you,” Lia sulked. She didn’t know how mother’s with gay sons felt about him.

Sea

The water lapped over her toes and her breath came in sharply. “Oh, that’s cold.”

Gil laughed, low and dark. The sound went perfectly with the rolling of the waves.

“I forget that sometimes.”

Lia frowned, searching his face. Just now, he almost seemed like someone else. “Forget what?”

He looked out over the ocean, seeing something she couldn’t, never would. The Gil she knew was a million miles away right now. The Gil that remained was intriguing, and a little frightening.

His hand in hers seemed to grow warm, a steady tide of new water coming in, mixing with the cold to make eddies and swirls. None of it affected the real water, the ocean they stood in. But they way she experienced it, the way it felt…

“That the ocean isn’t the same for everyone. That when you step into the sea, you step only into this sea.”

She felt a little dizzy, breathless. Lia leaned into that strong warmth.

“I stand in all oceans and all seas and all tides at all times. When I am near the water, it calls to me, sings to me of who I am, who I could be….”

His voice sounded both far away and so close.

“And who’s that?”

He seemed to shake himself, coming back to her with a soft smile.

“No one I’d want to be. I’d rather stay here with you.”

Lia nodded, squeezing his hand. He felt more solid again, more like the Gil she knew, even if the moonlight still painted him in those strange shades. “I like you here with me too.”

His smile grew and he pulled her close, turning so that they were face to face. This was the point where he’d usually make some comment about how he should get her back, or it was late, or any number of things that left her confused and disappointed. But instead, he lowered his face to hers, lips hesitating only a moment before he kissed her.

Kitchen

Lia poked his bicep, pleased at the firmness there. "You do a lot of gardening?"

"I do."

His voice was thick and rough, no matter his attempts to smooth it. She kept touching him, and the heat in him kept burning hotter and hotter--

"The corn!"

Gil practically lunged for the grill, blinking back tears as a billow of smoke rose up with the lid.

She jumped as he grabbed the grill, then waved the smoke out of her face.

Lia grimaced. Maybe she shouldn't have been distracting Gil while he cooked.

She peeked around him, relishing the heat despite the smoke. "Is it okay?"

He fished an ear out with the tongs, relieved to see that it was mostly unharmed.

"Yeah. I just meant to turn them sooner."

He turned all the cobs, grinning sheepishly as he worked.

"I always seem to lose my head when you're around."

She laughed, wrinkling her nose. "I was just thinking I was going to end up getting banned from the kitchen. Probably shouldn't garden with you either, I'm terrible with plants."

"I like having you in the kitchen."

Oh, there was the soft Gil she loved so much. When his voice went all quiet, like secrets whispered laying in bed late at night, with only the stars and each other to hear you...

Lia blinked, feeling that weird double place thing again. She was getting used to the boys bleeding over, almost. When it happened in moments like this, she didn’t mind so much.

He closed the lid and stepped over to the porch rail, leaning back against it with his hands spread to either side. Smiling, Lia decided to take a little more of matters into her own hands and followed him, pressing herself into his warm chest.

"Snuggle me," she murmured. "Its cold out here with the grill closed."

His arms went around her, slowly, carefully, but oh so right. She burrowed in closer with a happy sigh, arms slipping around his waist.

"You could always go inside," he said, lips brushing the top of her head. He didnt seem inclined to let her go.

"I could," she agreed, fingers playing over the small of his back. "But I'd rather be out here with you."

King (I’m using Lord, since “King” isn’t really the title used in Faery)

“We have to go back to… Explain why we haven’t come back, basically.” Gil offered, not looking happy about the prospect.

“Plead your case?” Kyle offered and Gil nodded with a sigh.

“So what’s the worst that happens?”

Gil didn’t like that question, grimacing and looking away.

Tybee scoffed. “Nothing. My father can’t force me to stay home like some errant child. He’ll bitch and we’ll leave. It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, Tybee.” Gil ground out.

“He just wants to know why I like it over here so much.” Tybee countered. “It isn’t as if anything’s happened to concern him.”

“Except that Erumond isn’t here and something might happen to you.”

Tybee glared. “I don’t need a protection service. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

Gil sighed. “Hope Lord Oberon thinks so.”

“Lord Oberon?” Kyle asked as Lia blinked.

“Tybee’s father.” Gil said offhand.

“Tybee’s dad is Oberon? Like, Midsummer Night’s Dream?”

Tybee shrugged a shoulder. “My family’s been fans of the Bard for centuries. Custom or some such.”

At Kyle’s continued interest, Tybee began to smile wickedly, a sign that he’d thought of something someone wasn’t going to like, but that he was going to really enjoy.

“Kyle,” he purred as Gil gave him a worried look, “Lia, how would you like to see Otherside?”

“What?” Gil yelped. “No, Tybee.”

“School’s out for the summer, no one’s taking summer classes – you two could travel with us. See our home.” Tybee continued as if Gil wasn’t actively telling him it was a bad idea.

Future

Lia was taken aback by the idea, but as usual, Kyle was all for it. He touched her arm, grinning at the idea of adventure. He’d always been the more outgoing of the two of them. “You were saying earlier that you didn’t know what you were going to do for a Senior’s project. This is the perfect time to start looking for inspiration, Panda Bear.”

Gil looked troubled as he leaned back in his seat.

“Is it really a bad idea?” She asked him.

He looked uncomfortable. He chewed on his lip, trying to think of the right thing to say. Something to balance his promise to always be forthright with her in the future, and not earning Tybee’s ire.

“I don’t know what’s waiting for us,” he finally said. “After Erumond…” He shot a furtive glance to Tybee. “I just don’t know what to expect. That in and of itself is dangerous in Faery.”

“All of Faery is dangerous.” Tybee’s words were light, delivered with an airy wave of the hand. “That’s why I make a point of never traveling it alone.”

Gil stared at him a moment, before understanding dawned. “The caravan...”

Tybee nodded. “One and the same. They’ll be passing back through Mortalside in about a week’s time, somewhere upstate. I can ask through the feyhouse networks about their location, though I have a good guess.” His grin turned even more pleased. “I thought we might wait at one of the beach houses. Take in a little sun.”

Something about that prospect seemed to relax Gil. He didn’t quite smile, but Lia could see the start of one.

“Ooh, the beach.” Kyle cooed. “I’ve always wanted to go to the beach, Lia...”

She held a hand up before he could start making puppy eyes at her. “I never said no, Kyle.” She shrugged a shoulder, but she was smiling. “If it isn’t dangerous, it sounds like fun.”

Tybee clapped his hands together, beaming. “Oh it will be.” Then he launched off on the virtues of this or that place, Kyle eagerly gobbling up the details.

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gothamstreetcat · 5 years

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Favourite Quotes from Gotham [Part 1]

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“However dark and scary the world is right now, there will be light.” -Jim Gordon

“I’m the King of Gotham!” -Oswald Cobblepot

Everything has to matter or nobody matters.” -Jim Gordon

“I’m Fish Mooney, bitch.” -Fish Mooney

“You gotta be mean. You gotta be ruthless.” -Selina Kyle

“I stepped over a hundred bodies to get where I am.” -Fish Mooney

This is Gotham. You don’t bend, you’ll get broken.” -Sarah Essen

“I could not stay away. Gotham is my home! It’s my destiny!” -Oswald Cobblepot.

“Haven't I told you to stop creeping up on people like that, it's bloody rude!" -Alfred Pennyworth

"For the first time in a long time, I feel alive. I remember who I am. I remember why I'm here." -Carmine Falcone

“Listen to me, there is a war coming. A-a terrible war. Falcone is losing his grip, and his rivals are hungry. There-there will be chaos. Rivers of blood in the streets. I know it! I-I can see it coming. I'm clever that way.” -Oswald Cobblepot

“Define “normal” and make a good case for it.” -Bruce Wayne

“You gotta be like smoke. Smoke don’t make phone calls.” -Selina Kyle

“The cupcake is sweet, the bullet is deadly. A beautiful woman is a dangerous thing.” -Edward Nygma

“Shall I get a broom then? Or would you rather continue crying over the shattered fragments of your young dreams?” -Alfred Pennyworth

“We're all afraid. Every man and woman on the planet. We're all standing on the abyss, paralyzed by fear.“ -Gerald Crane

“Walking with a friend in the dark is better then walking alone in the light.” -Oswald Cobblepot

"Fine, mom, be a whore. Be a drunken whore, even. But don't be a nagging drunken whore" ...you know?” -Jerome Valeska

“Perhaps it's not our friends but... our enemies that define us.” -Oswald Cobblepot

“The faces. I see them at night... when I'm alone. The faces... the faces of those we killed. Do you?” -Reginald Payne

“You tell yourself, "I'll just do this one bad thing. All the good things I'll do later will make up for it." But they don't.” -Harvey Bullock

“Every night when I close my eyes, I pray to God that the nightmare doesn't come. That living, breathing man stitched together with arms and legs that weren't his. That nightmare you created. I've faced dangerous men, but none like you…Dollmaker.” -Fish Mooney

“I can start a war, or end one. I can give you the strength of heroes, or leave you powerless. I can be snared with a glance, but no force can compel me to stay. What am I?” -Edward Nygma

“Who cares if you're free? What good's freedom if you're alone?” -Bridgit Pike

“What good’s family if you’re a slave?” -Selina Kyle

“A man who has nothing that he loves is a man who cannot be bargained. A man who cannot be betrayed. A man who answers to no one but himself. And that is the man that I see before me. A free man.” -Edward Nygma

“The best liars tell the truth.” -Selina Kyle

“I told her I've never met anyone like her. That I trusted her with my life. And that I felt tied to her in a way that I couldn't explain, but wouldn't change, ever.” -Bruce Wayne

“People, surely we should have a backup strategy, given the strong possibilities of failure.” -Lucious Fox

“You, my boy, are the childish hand of fate. That makes me God in a way, doesn't it? And who doesn't like to play God?” -Jeri

“A man gets tired of doing wrong and going unpunished. Nothing happens. You start to wonder if there is a God.” -Matches Malone

“You’re not a monster, your just a man.” -Bruce Wayne

“All these years I put my trust in the system, my trust in the law. Held myself back from doing what I really wanted to do. And then I saw the truth, it's not just you that's guilty, this whole city is guilty.” -The Executioner

“This city is bleeding to death from the amount of free passes we hand out. Time to put a tourniquet over that wound. From now on... no one gets a free pass.” -Captain Nathaniel Barnes

“You can't kill murder. You can't get revenge on evil. You can only begin to fight such things by not doing them. You can only fight them where they live.” -Bruce Wayne

“This is Gotham. We’ve all got flair.” -Barbara Kean

“Excuse me, captain. I find your flippant attitude to be inappropriate.” -Bruce Wayne

“If he wanted to wear leather, he should just wear leather. This is Gotham City. Nobody cares.” -Oswald Cobblepot

“Rule number one: look out for number one. That’s you” -Selina Kyle

“What’s wrong with your face?” -Ivy Pepper

“Why don’t you call your mother in all this time? I tell you why, you got tangled in some hussy’s demon purse!” -Gertrude Kaupleput

“I don’t know why you always insist I’m running off with some painted lady, I don’t even date.” -Oswald Cobblepot

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migleefulmoments · 5 years

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Closeting in Hollywood: What Have Ricky, Matt, Kevin, Wentworth, and Colton Said

The CC fandom has spun a convoluted and elaborate fantasy that claims that Darren Criss has been kept in the closet for 9 years because of a morality clause that was attached to THE Contract when he signed to play Blaine Anderson on Glee.

A “morales clause” as used in the entrainment industry has come to reference any number of contractual terms that cite certain behavior of the contractual individual and serve as a basis for termination of the agreement. ...the clause allows advertisers to terminate a talent agreement when an actor’s conduct is detrimental to the employer’s interests or otherwise devalues the performance due” (X)

In other words, a morality clause allows the studio to fire an actor who breaks the clause. That’s it. It can’t force an actor to lie about his sexuality. It cannot force an actor to create an entire fake life in order to keep his sexuality hidden from the world at the instruction of a studio. It can’t force someone to hide their true life or risk “breaching the contract”. You can read an in-depth look at morality clauses in sports and entertainment, here.

I have already shown that in CA, the longest an employment contract can be is 7 years- which means the had Glee not ended- which ended the contract- the contract would have ended in 2017.

So let’s see what these men have said about their experience “in the closest” in Hollywood:

Wentworth Miller-

Wentworth came out in August 2013. He spoke publicly soon after about his experience being closeted.

Miller spoke of the pressure in Hollywood to keep his sexuality a secret, particularly when he became the star of the 20th Century Fox series Prison Break

"I did thousands of interviews. I had multiple opportunities to speak my truth, but I chose not to," he said. "I was out to family and friends, to people I trusted, but professionally, publicly I was not.

"I had to choose between out of integrity and out of the closet and I chose the former. I chose to lie. Because when I thought about the possibility of coming out, and how it would impact me and the career I had worked so hard for, I was filled with fear." (X)

Ricky Martin

Pop star Ricky Martin says he "wasted energy" hiding his sexuality at the start of his career.

The 46-year-old came out in 2010, and recently married Jwan Yosef, with whom he has two sons, fathered by surrogate.the star said he regretted the lengths he had gone to disguise his sexuality."I was a closeted gay man who was making my partners hide," he said. Some of his partners had gone "back into the closet" on his behalf, he added.Martin said he had taken extreme measures to avoid speculation, in case it harmed his career."I didn't open doors to new relationships, and I'm not talking about romantic relationships, I'm talking about any relationship, because I didn't want people to know me too much. "I wouldn't even sit down and have a cool relationship with amazing producers or great film directors because I was afraid that if they spent more than two hours sitting with me they would know my nature."I wasted so much energy trying to manipulate my sexuality."Martin has previously explained it took him years to come to terms with his sexuality - and he was still "struggling" with the issue at the height of his fame in 1999."Even though I had relationships with men after separating from my first love, I was still not ready to accept myself as gay," he wrote in his autobiography, Me.Martin has previously explained it took him years to come to terms with his sexuality - and he was still "struggling" with the issue at the height of his fame in 1999."Even though I had relationships with men after separating from my first love, I was still not ready to accept myself as gay," he wrote in his autobiography, Me. (X)

Before the addition of his twin sons Mateo and Valentino, Martin was struggling internally with his sexuality because of society’s pressure and the stigma of being a gay man. As he told CBS Sunday Morning, Martin feared rejection because he had been told for so long that his “feelings were evil” and that by feeling the way he felt about men then he wasn’t a good person. So, in 2010, Martin declared to he world, and his fans, that he is a “fortunate homosexual man.” (X)

Colton Haynes

Nowadays, Colton Haynes is out and proud and engaged to the love of his life, but it was only a few short years ago that he was struggling to cope with anxiety that stemmed from being forced into the closet by his management...his team routinely tried to set him up with women to distract rabid fans from learning the truth about his sexuality...“I was literally told from the day that I moved to Los Angeles that I could not be gay because I wouldn’t work," he said. "Then I was with my management team and a team of people that just literally told me I couldn’t be this way. They tried to set me up with girls. I was rumored to date Lauren Conrad for six months because they were kind of angling a story. And then I dated every other young person which of course I didn’t date.” (X)

In the span of approximately two years, Colton Haynes ditched his MTV and CW roots, came out, fired his management and took some time off... Newly engaged and freed from the leash of career advisers who wanted to market him as straight, Haynes has processed the anxiety that accompanied his private life being laid bare...I literally quit acting for over a year and then I re-signed with a new agency, The coming-out thing was a year ago in May, so yeah, it was basically that whole process. When that happened, it was me figuring out, “OK, is this a good move?” I parted ways with my team, and it was a really tricky year for me. My anxiety was terrible, and eventually I was like, “I’m not going to literally waste the last 10 years of my life.” So I started back and it’s going well. No, I never thought — I’ve been told by so many people that you cannot be out and have a career. Literally people would set me up with girls for press.In what context were you set up with women?I would be at a party. There was this whole story that ran with Lauren Conrad, who I love — she’s the best. Basically my old manager at the time was like, “Oh, take a picture with her.” He just basically ran this story trying to say that I was dating Lauren Conrad. It was there for about six months. I was like, “Oh, great, I have to do this.” That’s how it is in Hollywood. But not anymore. You have all these amazing showrunners who actually embrace people’s personal lives and embrace people’s truth. I think that’s really pivotal. I’m surprised you were dealing with that even a few years ago. I figured we’d moved past that. Yeah, I did that for seven or eight years. I was told by my first manager, like 10 years ago, “You will never work in this town if people know [you’re gay].” I assume that’s what led to your management changes. Oh God, yeah. That was like, “Bye! You gotta get out.” God. I wish I could say more.You can! [Laughs] Yeah. It was a compete team change. (X)

Matt Dallas

The 26-year-old Dallas had not publicly come out as gay until Sunday, but there had been speculation about his sexuality for years. In early 2009, he was linked to “Mean Girls” actor Jonathan Bennett, from whom he reportedly split that same year. In September 2009, Dallas and Hamilton were spotted together grabbing food in West Hollywood.

Dallas’ coming-out is in line with what appears to be a trend of celebrities addressing their sexuality in remarkably subtle ways — really, nothing more than “I’ve never been in.”“Gone are the days of the ‘Yep, I’m Gay’ magazine covers,” notes HuffPost Gay Voices Editor-at-Large and SiriusXM host Michelangelo Signorile, “with celebrities making a spectacle of coming out, and thus focusing on the fact that they were in the humiliating and painful gay closet... The closet isn’t going away any time soon. But one step toward dismantling it among public figures it to make it a difficult and embarrassing place to be. From the looks of the latest celebrity self-outings, that’s perhaps starting to take hold.” (X)

Matt Dallas revealed executives of hit show Kyle XY told him not to publicly come out as gay.

The 36-year-old played the title character in the American science fiction television series for three seasons from 2007.

‘I was told to stay in the closet,’ he revealed. ‘Not talk about my sexuality, to be on every red carpet with a girl on my arm – because you could not be successful if you were openly gay in the entertainment industry, at least in front of the camera.’

‘I wish I had not taken that advice,’ he added.Dallas then said: ‘Because of the advice that was given to me to stay in the closet, I became very disconnected from who I was.‘There’s a lot of residual stuff that to this day that I still deal with where I find myself [thinking] “I sound too gay” or “I’m acting too gay” because it was so drilled into my brain,’ he said (X)

Kevin McHale

McHale added that, although he hadn’t explicitly come out as gay before, though he did not hide it and has been very explicit in social media about his private life and sexuality. “The person I was with came from the most accepting family, but one of the family members, he was terrified of them finding out,” he said (X)

Let’s be real..closeting happens in the Hollywood but NOT the CC fantasy version. It doesn’t happen through morality clauses and contracts. Closeting happens exactly like this group of men have described- managers who are supposed to be looking out for the actor’s best interests advise them to stay in the closet in order to have a career. It is studios telling an actors they shouldn’t come out and to have a woman on their arm at events. But all of these men have described being “advised” or “pressured” not being forced.

The way that closeting works in Hollywood:

society tells LGBTQ kids that they are not worth as much as straight people, that there is something wrong, they are abnormal, weird, freaks.

By the time they get to Hollywood, the self loathing, anxiety, depression and confusion are well established. Add a manager or studio telling you if you want this career you have worked so hard for you had better stay in the closet and it is becomes overwhelming. Colton and Wentworth both have spoken at length about their severe anxiety and depression.

The manager who pressures the actor to stay in the closet may very well be giving solid advice. It is true that gay actors are passed over for leading man roles because casting agents don’t believe they are believable as straight. But telling someone to literally hide a major part of themselves from the world when the spotlight is shining directly on them is asking an impossible taste.

casting agents often won’t even consider openly queer actors for straight roles because they believe that the audience won’t believe they are straight.

Bringing attention to ways in which LGBTQ persons are discriminated against is important. But lying about HOW closeting works and promoting outrageous lies because they make fulfill your fantasy about a straight man, is pretty disgusting and isn’t helping queer actors.

#CC #CCer #CCers #CC blog #cc family #cc fandom #Darren Criss #CrissColfer #Closeting in Hollywood #Ricky Martin #Wentworth Miller #Kevin McHale #Matt Dallas #Colton Haynes

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justgotham · 6 years

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The ever-changing power dynamic on Fox’s Gotham has left Selina Kyle in a precarious situation. Typically a loner, the young cat burglar played by Camren Bicondova has been forced to join the Sirens – Tabitha and Barbara Kean – in order to survive and thrive in the mercurial city. That alliance brought the trio into conflict with other villains, most notably against Oswald Cobblepot. However, in tonight’s midseason premiere, “Pieces of a Broken Mirror,” Selina bumps into two friends, Bruce Wayne and Ivy Pepper, with shocking results.

Bicondova recently spoke with CBR and Selina cracking a whip, her strained relationship with Bruce, getting into trouble with Ivy, and what needs to happen before Selina can become Catwoman.

CBR: There are certain fundamental elements associated with Catwoman. How excited were you for Selina to crack that whip last season? Camren Bicondova: I was super-excited. I was nervous because that is such an iconic part of that character and mythology. I didn’t even practice using the whip until the day I was supposed to shoot that scene. Production didn’t really think about the fact that I should look like I could do it naturally, and do it perfectly. So, I was going on YouTube and looking at tutorials on how to use a bullwhip, but it’s not really helpful unless you actually do it. Finally, I got to set, and I asked if there could be whips in my dressing room so I could practice. They had Turner [Smith], who is Ben McKenzie’s stunt double, for a total of 40 minutes. We practiced, and he taught me how to do it. Then, it was just going on set and getting the shot. It was exciting and nerve-racking all at once.

What has Selina learned about herself by spending time with the Sirens?

She’s definitely learned how to react to various situations differently. Selina has figured out that she doesn’t always have to be so tense. It’s a difficult question, because it’s not one thing that she’s realized. Selina has grown as a person in general. By seeing how Barbara reacts to different situations in very violent ways, whereas Tabitha is calmer and put together, Selina has learned you can’t act the same way around every person. You have to adapt to different personalities.

Selina has a run-in with Bruce. What does she make of this new, self-absorbed playboy billionaire?

Selina cannot stand him. She is so confused. She knows it’s not really him. Selina knows Bruce is putting on this front, but she doesn’t understand why. She is disheartened when she sees him. Selina is looking at him like he’s crazy, because he is.

Selina calls out Bruce on his bad behavior, and her words seem to sting him. How much pull does she still have with him?

She will always have a significant pull on the way he thinks and the way that he does things; they have that connection. Even if he is stubborn, Selina always has a way of getting through to him. I think that’s what makes their relationship so special. She is the only one who can get through to him. Selina and Alfred can say the exact same thing, and Bruce will listen to her before he listens to Alfred. That will never change. That’s why their relationship is so iconic and has lived on for 75-plus years. They share this natural connection that they have that neither of them can explain. Selina will always be there for Bruce, even when he doesn’t think she is.

An old ally gets reinvented in this episode. What can you preview about Selina’s reunion with an older Ivy?

It’s an interesting one. Selina is definitely confused because it’s a very weird thing to happen. You see your friend one day and then a few weeks later, they look like a completely different person with a different personality. It’s definitely not a platonic reunion.

Tabitha rubs Ivy the wrong way. In what ways does Selina’s association with Ivy put her at odds with the Sirens?

It definitely puts Selina in the middle, but not in any significant amount where she feels conflicted. We will see through the arc that Selina figures out that Ivy is not necessarily on the right side of the tracks when it comes to what she’s talking about. In this case, it doesn’t cause a rift because Selina is more mature than Ivy is, so she can see Ivy is in the wrong. Something happens that causes Selina to be in the middle, but it’s not with Ivy. It’s with a different character.

Who do you feel that Selina can trust at this point?

If you asked me that question last season, I would say she didn’t trust anyone. Now, the only person she feels she can trust completely is Tabitha. Her relationship with Barbara is more business because Selina knows she is crazy and doesn’t want to be friends with her. In a similar way that Selina can get through to Bruce no matter what, Tabitha can get through to Selina much easier than Barbara can.

What else can we expect to see from Selina in the back-end of the season?

You will see Selina dabbling into different pools of what’s right and what’s wrong. You will see her struggle with that. It’s not necessarily with herself regarding what is right or wrong, but with other people. In this case, Selina will be the one to try and bring everyone together and try to form a solution, where everyone can work together, and everyone can work as a team, no matter their differences. That’s exciting to me because a lot of the time, Selina is placed in a position where she can be the cause of a problem. For once, she’s the person trying to make things better and put ego aside and work together.

In your mind, what steps does Selina still have to take on her path to becoming Catwoman?

I think she has a long way to go. Catwoman is more than just a whip. She’s more than just a suit. She’s more than just the acrobatics. Selina has emotional progression to do. People have been asking me, “How does it feel to play Catwoman,” especially when she’s been using the whip more. People get excited and say, “Oh, my gosh, she’s Catwoman.” I don’t feel like Catwoman.

I feel like Selina. I think something will have to push Selina to her breaking point, basically to rock bottom, where she has nothing. At that point, she will say, “I’m not going to do this anymore,” and then make the choice to have an alter ego. I don’t think she’s at that point to have a reason for an alter ego. A lot of times, people have an alter-ego to escape and have a release. Right now, she doesn’t have a reason to do that. Something needs to happen for that to click.

#Gotham #Camren Bicondova #Selina Kyle

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pingou7 · 6 years

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The Cat is out of the bag or the time Jyn Erso is cosplaying by @pingou7 pingou for @jynappreciationsquad

(Because the original post got messy somehow... I dedicate this to @grexigone as she was the one to convince me Jyn was a cat person and to @thenewleeland and @cornholius, because even I’d go gay for a Catwoman Jyn.)

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Summary:

“Come on Jyn,” Bodhi pleads, struggling to suppress a smile, “you owe me and it’s right up in your alley. It’s just for a night anyway.”

“I may owe you, but not this much Rook!” Jyn glares, almost screeching, green eyes narrowing. “I’m not… how on Earth could you think I would dress like Catwoman?!”

(NB: RebelCaptain with a Batman twist or Jyn gets blackmailed because somehow Luke Skywalker has to cosplay as the Joker. I don't make the rules...)

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“No way!”

“Come on Jyn,” Bodhi pleads, struggling to suppress a smile, “you owe me and it’s right up in your alley. It’s just for a night anyway.”

“I may owe you, but not this much Rook!” Jyn glares, almost screeching, green eyes narrowing. “I’m not… how on Earth could you think I would dress like Catwoman?!”

“Hey, don’t blame me! It’s a comics themed party, and it’s for work. I must go.”

“Maybe so, but why me? And why bloody Catwoman?!”

“Because you’re my best friend and Luke is already going as the Joker — in case you’re wondering, Mara Jade chose Poison Ivy.”

Jyn groans out loud, already picturing it. Considering what Mara can pull off on a daily basis, her choosing the sexy redheaded villain makes sense, admittedly. And while she has a hard time imagining sunny Luke Skywalker impersonating the twisted clown, the fact that Bodhi would chose to stick to the Batman vein comes as no surprise.

But still, Catwoman? Couldn’t she choose her own character, at any rate? Not that she cares for American stuff, mind you and she barely knows about Superheroes to begin with, but… the costume kinda looks… naughty, to say the least. While she’s no prude indoors, she does NOT fancy dressing as a soft dominatrix: the fitting top is long sleeved but made of leather, the matching pitch black skinny jeans too are far more fitting than what she feels comfortable with and she refuses to ponder on the fake cat ears and tail!

“Bodhi, sweetie,” she finally croons with a false smoothing tone, “I love you like a brother, you know that. But I can’t possibly put this thing on and go in public. It’s against the law or something and against my very nature.”

“Oh, really? Because to me, it’s the perfect cosplay for you, the way I see it. And Leia was convinced of it too, since she was the one to put it together: Selina Kyle — she’s Catwoman — is a thief with cat like eyes but she isn’t completely without moral. She is very good at surviving, loves cats obviously, is a good fighter and…”

“Enough, I don’t really care either way,” Jyn interrupts moodily, because of course Leia would be involved in this ridiculous scheme…

“Then please, do dress up, we’re gonna be late.”

“I’m not agreeing!”

“You don’t have to,” Bodhi shrugs tranquilly, pulling out his own costume. “I just wanted to sell it to you, but whether you’re sulking or not, I’m dragging your butt there no matter what. If even Kay was blackmailed into going, you didn’t stand a chance. Suck it up Erso.”

“I hate you.”

“I’m willing to endure your warth as long as I’m not the only one without a partner, Kitty cat.”

For one so harmless looking, Bodhi Rook can be ruthless indeed.

So, against her better judgment, an hour later she arrives at the said Comics party, wishing to be anywhere else. Leia is dressed as Wonder Woman and is talking to Amilyn Holdo, though Jyn doesn’t recognize her character. Again, this is not her usual scene, like, at all. Ever.

Bodhi looks annoyingly normal in his bunch of coworkers, the traitor. “I’m Lucius Fox, Jyn,” he tried to explain, modestly dressed in a black tux with only a fake “Wayne Enterprises” badge pinned as Cosplay. Who the hell is that supposed to be anyway?! When they acknowledge the female Skywalker twin, her triumphant smirk at detailing Jyn’s attire makes her blood boil further.

Since she’s supposed to be Catwoman, she wouldn’t mind scratching the appraising eyes of everybody in attendance! Well anybody except for Luke. As Joker the guy becomes absolutely frightening, even his voice turns so spooky goosebumps break on her skin and Mara keeps cackling. Even Kay cracks a smile at that, despite his bold green suit covered in question marks that looks as out of place on him than her cat ears are on her.

All her friends are weirdos, she swears disbelievingly. But speaking of which, she has yet to see Cassian…

“Hello Jyn,” a deep accented voice she knows comes from behind her, just when she was about to ask about him.

She turns around, prepared to whine and beg Cassian to save her from this insanity, but the words die in her throat. His jaw and mouth are only features left bare by his mask, but she would recognize his face anywhere. His dimple betrays him.

She feels faint and is ashamed not to know if it’s from surprise, aggravation or desire. Still, the Batman costume doesn’t conceal his amusement as his hands come to stay on her waist. Around them, their friends stay suspiciously silent and when Jyn raises an inquiring eyebrow Cassian shrugs good-naturedly.

“You all knew it!” She accuses with flaming cheeks, pivoting in Cassian’s arms so she could face the gleeful conspirators.

But they were too occupied to bask in their self-righteousness to pay any attention to her ire. Among Mara mewling and general laughter, she hears distinctively Kes Dameron — Flash Gordon — asking Cassian if he planned to make her purr later. It takes all of her boyfriend’ strength to prevent her from pouncing on the goofy cop.

Bodhi Rook owes her big time, she seethes, even if Cassian does make it up to her later. Cosplaying parties or not, no job is worth this humiliation.

(She has yet to give back the Catwoman costume to Leia though… but that’s her secret to keep).

#jyn erso #pingou draws #RebelCaptain #bodhi rook #cassian andor #modern au #batman cosplay #pingou writes #fanfiction #star wars #jynappreciationsquad #felicity jones #catwoman

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Helena Kyle-Wayne History

The history of Helena Kyle-Wayne based on how I see her! Ties into this Events Timeline :) I might call this Batfam au Earth Never? Maybe? I’m kinda already attached to the name lol

Helena Martha Maria Wayne was born to Bruce Wayne, age 42, and Selina Kyle, age 45, on Earth Never-Two. Her grandfather Alfred Pennyworth was 67, her half-brother Damian Wayne was 13, her adopted brother Tim Drake was 21, her adopted brother and sister Jason Todd and Cassandra Cain were 24, and her adopted brother Dick Grayson was 29. Growing up she learned acrobatics from her eldest brother, how to hold a gun from Jason, how to be silent by her sister, hacking from Tim, animal taming and katana wielding from her favorite brother Damian, how to defend herself from her father, and how to be sneaky from her mother. Needless to say, from a young age, she was pretty skilled, and being raised in a house of detectives, them attempting to keep their secret lives as vigilantes from her didn’t work, as she knew about it from the age of 6 and onwards. By age 14, she became the new Robin under her father.

She was best friends with Kara Kent, aka Supergirl, who was a few years older than her, and Charles Bullock, aka Blackwing, who was also a few years older than her, and was an intern at the law firm created by her father, her eldest brother and a man named Arthur Cranston, aptly named the Cranston, Grayson and Wayne consumer research firm. The three made an excellent team, and were practically inseparable.

Aside from Kara and Charles, though, Helena greatly looked up to the woman who shared her name, Helena Bertinelli, aka the Huntress. This earned Helena the affectionate name of Little H, or Little Huntress, from Bertinelli and others. Helena as Robin often ended up shadowing Huntress more than Batman. She also got along really well with Charlotte “Charlie” Gage-Radcliffe, a young adult who was like a daughter to Bertinelli. It should be noted that the Birds of Prey never existed in this universe, and Barbara Gordon never became a superhero. In this universe, Charlie mimicked the identity of Huntress rather than Batgirl, before creating her own as Misfit. No Batgirls exist in this universe, but Stephanie Brown still became Spoiler- never Robin, Cassandra Cain simply became Black Bat and then Orphan, and Bette Kane never became a superhero, nor did Carrie Kelley, Tiffany Fox or Nell Little.

At one point, a man named Silky Cernak tried to blackmail and frame her mother for killing a cop as Catwoman, but with her and her family’s help, they cleared her name and revealed the truth, arresting Silky.

Eventually, when Helena was 16, a war against Apokoliptians, lead by Darkseid, started, which resulted in a war torn world. Batman, Wonder Woman, and Superman were all killed during the war, as well as Tim Drake and Helena Bertinelli. Her family grieves them, and Dick takes up the mantle of Batman, and Damian makes his new superhero alias Redwing, a combination of Red Robin and Nightwing in honor of his brothers. Charlie became the new Huntress. By age 18, everything had way gotten worse, and Charlie was killed, and Selina soon followed. Helena then became Huntress, while Kara became Power Girl.

At age 20, she, Kara and Charles chased after someone who they assumed was Darkseid, but they would later find out was DeSaad. The trio attacked DeSaad, but in the process Helena entered a Boom Tube while Power Girl and Blackwing fought DeSaad. Helena would never know how the battle ended, though, as the Boom Tube sent her to Earth Never-Prime. She was stranded, and alone, in a world so similar to her own, but not war torn, and just slightly off. She was a Bat though, and she was well-trained. She laid low and studied the world, learning that Batman was still Bruce Wayne here- and that Bruce Wayne was still 42. And that she had never been (or simply yet to be) born, as Bruce and Selina were not even married like they were in her world, with Selina still acting as the criminal Catwoman. In this world, Darkseid had been defeated already.

She stole money from Wayne Enterprises to get by, just for meals, hotels, clean clothes, etc. Scrounging through Wikipedias can only get you so far, so she took to spying on her family and friends and other superheroes and... finds that she can’t handle it. For the most part, they look so happy. Yeah, Jason’s an asshole, and Damian’s so young and angst-y, but... They’re a family, not split by death and war. Every night, she seems to end up in tears, jealous of this world and wanting her world back- no, her family.

Her secrecy does not last long, as she can’t stop herself from jumping in to help her family (Batman, Robin, Nightwing) when they are attacked by the Joker. She attempts to run away after the battle, but her moves and tricks are the exact same as the Batfamily’s, so it ends up impossible for her to lose them. They interrogate her, and she ends up confessing she’s not from this universe. She tells them she’s a Huntress of another world, but not much else. They’re skeptical of her, seeing as the moves she used would indicate she was close enough to train under and with the Batfamily, so why would she be ‘a’ Huntress (of which they’ve only ever had one)? She asks if they could go to the Batcave or somewhere to talk, instead of staying out in the city. They agree, and ask her to lead them to the Batcave, which she does with ease.

There, she confesses more of her story, revealing she was the daughter of Selina and Bruce, and that Darkseid was currently waging war on her world- and winning. She allows them to run a DNA test on her, and the results match up. They believe her story. They offer to help her get back to her own world and also to house her while she’s here. She thanks them, and offers to help them patrol and protect Gotham in return.

Living in Wayne Manor was... weird, and more often than not she’d end up crashing at a hotel or something instead. Damian was 13, younger than her, and still very... well, Damian. And there was a kid that had never been apart of her family too, Duke Thomas, and also allies like Harper Row, Julia Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, etc... And it was weird living among, to her, ghosts. Zombies. Dead people. She was afraid to get attached to any of them, because they weren’t hers, and she’d go back home, where some were dead or dying, and she’d mourn them all over again. Not to mention, Tim was now only 1 year older than her, Jason and Cass 4, and Dick just 9 instead of 29.... And Dick was even married to an alien princess named Koriand’r aka Starfire- where he was Barbara’s boyfriend in Helena’s world- and they had a daughter named Mar’i. And Jason had adopted a girl named Sasha, aka Scarlet. And, also, perhaps this stung most, that her best friend was no longer the same age as Helena. Which meant that even if Helena had been born in this world, she wouldn’t have been Kara’s friend. And similar with Charles, who was a simple citizen in this world.

While talking to this world’s version of her mother, Selina reveals to her that a Helena had been born in this world, but her father was Sam Bradley Jr. (deceased), and she was born nine-ten years ago. Her name was Helena Kyle, but since Selina was under the alias Irena Dubrovna at the time, her legal name was Helena Dubrovna. She had brown hair and green eyes rather than the black hair and blue eyes Helena Wayne had. Helena is surprised to know of this universe ‘her’, although really it’s her other universe half-sister. She wants to meet her, but Selina explains to her that after the villains Film Freak and Angle Man kidnapped and harmed Helena Kyle, she, Zatanna, and Bruce faked Helena’s death (and Irena Dubrovna’s) and put her up for adoption. To make sure no one could ever find Helena via Selina, Selina choose not to know who adopted her (if she officially got adopted at all and was not still in an orphanage). Helena Wayne accepts this and understands her reasoning. Even she had been kidnapped plenty of times back in her home world, Earth Never-Two.

It’s a year of living like this. She talks with the Selina Kyle of this world, with Helena Bertinelli, with Zatanna Zatara, with everybody. She still closes herself off though, calling Bruce “Uncle Bruce” to distance him and her father in her mind. By the end of the year, a part of her realizes she’s never going back... and another part wonders why she would even want to. She could have happiness here. But, at the same time, to give up her friendships with Power Girl and Blackwing? (And what if they were dead by now?) It’s difficult, but finally, with the advice from her other universe family, she decides she wants to try making a life here, just in case she really never can go back. Of course, Bruce offers to adopt her, but Helena can’t bring herself to fully accept this world’s Bruce as her dad yet, nor could she handle being official, legal siblings with her brothers and sister. She still hasn’t adjusted to them, how they are now, how young they all are, how younger Damian is. If anything, she’s most okay with Duke Thomas, someone she had never met in her universe.

To her surprise, as they contemplate making her a fake civilian identity, Selina offers to adopt Helena. Helena, after thinking it over, accepts. She would not have as much hounding from the press, from the media, from the public, as she would if she was adopted into the Waynes. She would not have to deal with the weirdness that was her alternate universe siblings as much, living with Selina. (Not that she needed to live with Selina, she was 21, after all, but Selina had told her that she was welcome to crash in her house anytime- an offer she often took up on when the Manor was stressing her out.) Selina was still a criminal in this universe, but she only robbed banks from time to time, really, nothing major, and she was slowly becoming more hero and ally than superthief by the time Helena had come to this world. Selina had been dead for only 2 years to Helena, while Bruce had been for 4 years, and had died when Helena was young and not used to death. Bruce’s death had a bigger impact on her (alongside Tim and Bertinelli’s), but with Selina, it was easy to imagine she had simply been gone for two years.

So, Helena became Helena Martha Maria Kyle, adopted daughter of Selina Kyle. She slowly built herself a civilian life, working for a law firm under Wayne Enterprises in honor of her friend Charles and his job. And a superhero life, too, as the Huntress. Of course, since Bertilleni was also known as the Huntress, Helena often went by Little Hunt. They called her Little H and Little Huntress at first, but it reminded her too much of her old world, that she requested they use Little Hunt instead. It was similar, of course, but just different enough. Just like this world was compared to hers.

She worked solo, with Catwoman, with the Batfamily, and with the Birds of Prey mostly. It was a challenge, she would say, to adapt back into the old rules of “No Killing”... It’s a dark secret of hers that she became more ruthless ever since the death of her father, blood soaking her hands. But she was almost relieved to be back to No Killing- as, to her, it meant no war. No death. No pain.

Catwoman seemed to reform completely right alongside her, and the day Bruce proposed to Selina, Helena couldn’t be more happier. She was finally ready to be officially apart of the Waynes again. Selina married Bruce, and Helena took on the Wayne name, becoming Helena Martha Maria Kyle-Wayne, loud and proud. It was weird, but somehow she got used to Damian being younger- and boy did she discover how fun it was to tease him. And alongside that, she got two new younger sisters too, in the form of Carrie Kelley and Alina Shelley-Wayne. Her family, she will say, was much, much more bigger than it had ever been in her own world.

Eventually, as years passed, she found herself more attached to this world than her war torn world. She often wonders, if given the chance, would she still choose to go back to her old world, her old family? It’s a question she can never answer. And one she might not have too, as the Kara of Earth Never-Two would eventually find a way onto Earth Never-One.

Name: Helena Martha Marie Kyle-Wayne

Gender: Female (She/her)

Parents: Bruce Wayne (Biological father; legal step-father), Selina Kyle (Biological mother; legal adopted mother)

Adoptive Step-Siblings: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Alina Wayne

Half-Siblings: Helena Kyle (Current name unknown), Damian Wayne

Adoptive Step-Nieces and Nephews: Sasha Todd, Mar’i Grayson, Jake Grayson, John Grayson II (on Earth Never-Two only)

Hair Color: Black

Hair Length: Long

Eye Color: Blue

Aliases: Robin, the Huntress

Nicknames: Helly, Hel, 'Lena, Hello Kitty, Little H, Little Huntress, Little Hunt

Robin Run: 4 years

Huntress Run: 4 years and ongoing

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glittergummicandypeach · 4 years

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Democrats have trapped themselves on the riots and other commentaryFrom the left: Dems Just Got Trapped Amid the chaos and confusion of recent riots, Andrew Sullivan declares at his blog: “Here’s one thing I have absolutely no conflict about. Rioting and lawlessness are evil.” States exist to protect us from disorder, “and any civil authority that permits, condones or dismisses violence, looting and mayhem in the streets disqualifies itself.” Which makes it all the more damning that the recent Dem convention offered “close to nothing about ending this lawlessness” — nothing except “silence,” that is. “When a political party finds itself so wedded to a new and potent ideology it cannot call out violence when it sees it, then it is walking straight into a trap.” Ditto for a party that “redescribes” the nation “as a slaveocracy and endorses racist books that foment the most egregious stereotypes about ‘whiteness.’ ” Be careful what you play with, Dems: “Most ordinary people, who love their country and are mostly proud of its past, will rightly balk.” From the right: Left Ignores Science on Weed At The Washington Examiner, Kyle Reynolds blasts Democrats for pushing “marijuana legalization and decriminalization policies” while offering rationales that contradict scientific findings. Joe Biden, for example, justifies his support for legalizing medical marijuana by claiming it’s not “a gateway drug” — despite warnings of just the opposite from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention and the National Institute of Drug Abuse. “More than half of new illicit drug users begin with marijuana,” NIDA found. Weed addicts are “three times more likely to be addicted to heroin,” the CDC reports. It’s “truly disconcerting” that Democrats are “moving with such force to decriminalize and legalize.” Conservative: Behind the Emboldened Radicals As rioting rages across US cities, many Americans struggle to explain their duration — which in Portland’s case has now outstripped “Kid Rock’s marriage to Pamela Anderson,” snarks James Jay Carafano at Fox News. One reason is that “we are facing a capable enemy”: The rioters are aggressive and quick to shift their tactics, and they rely on “social networking and media strategies” to communicate and shape media framing. Another reason: “Local officials have failed us.” From Portland to Chicago to New York, blue leaders refuse to “address public safety,” in some cases even encouraging disorder. “They have hamstrung local police and abjured cooperation with state and federal enforcement.” The ultimate lesson: “This won’t stop and, indeed, will get worse if everyday Americans don’t start standing up more and saying no more.” Foreign desk: Trump’s Peace Dividends The recent Team Trump-brokered peace deal between Israel and the United Arab Emirates could “recast the balance of power in the Middle East,” cheers Daniel Hoffman in The Washington Examiner. The accord takes Israel one step closer to regional normalization, while “Abu Dhabi Crown Prince Mohamed bin Zayed — popularly known as MBZ — enhanced the UAE’s influence, positioning it as a key player, if not an arbiter, in future peace talks between Israel and the Palestinians.” Meanwhile, the deal further isolates an already-embattled Tehran regime suffering from a sanctions- and COVID-battered economy, all while strengthening America’s position in the region as arms-dealer and principal outside power. “If Israel can strike UAE-like deals with countries such as Sudan, Bahrain and Oman, that would only increase the momentum for an effectual alliance against Iran.” Culture critic: The Roots of Our Disunity It’s impossible to imagine our next president, whoever he is, summoning America to unity. “How did we get here?” George Weigel asks in First Things. In short, because we lost religion and a public moral culture. “The liberal institutions of a modern democracy . . . rely for their credibility . . . on cultural foundations those liberal institutions cannot, by themselves, create or defend.” Those foundations are spiritual, rooted in beliefs about the inherent dignity of all people. And our “soul-withering secularization” has utterly withered them. “Absent those truths,” not even the most magnanimous leadership in history could save us. — Compiled by Sohrab Ahmari & Adam Brodsky

From the left: Dems Just Got Trapped

Amid the chaos and confusion of recent riots, Andrew Sullivan declares at his blog: “Here’s one thing I have absolutely no conflict about. Rioting and lawlessness are evil.” States exist to protect us from disorder, “and any civil authority that permits, condones or dismisses violence, looting and mayhem in the streets disqualifies itself.” Which makes it all the more damning that the recent Dem convention offered “close to nothing about ending this lawlessness” — nothing except “silence,” that is. “When a political party finds itself so wedded to a new and potent ideology it cannot call out violence when it sees it, then it is walking straight into a trap.” Ditto for a party that “redescribes” the nation “as a slaveocracy and endorses racist books that foment the most egregious stereotypes about ‘whiteness.’ ” Be careful what you play with, Dems: “Most ordinary people, who love their country and are mostly proud of its past, will rightly balk.”

From the right: Left Ignores Science on Weed

At The Washington Examiner, Kyle Reynolds blasts Democrats for pushing “marijuana legalization and decriminalization policies” while offering rationales that contradict scientific findings. Joe Biden, for example, justifies his support for legalizing medical marijuana by claiming it’s not “a gateway drug” — despite warnings of just the opposite from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention and the National Institute of Drug Abuse. “More than half of new illicit drug users begin with marijuana,” NIDA found. Weed addicts are “three times more likely to be addicted to heroin,” the CDC reports. It’s “truly disconcerting” that Democrats are “moving with such force to decriminalize and legalize.”

Conservative: Behind the Emboldened Radicals

As rioting rages across US cities, many Americans struggle to explain their duration — which in Portland’s case has now outstripped “Kid Rock’s marriage to Pamela Anderson,” snarks James Jay Carafano at Fox News. One reason is that “we are facing a capable enemy”: The rioters are aggressive and quick to shift their tactics, and they rely on “social networking and media strategies” to communicate and shape media framing. Another reason: “Local officials have failed us.” From Portland to Chicago to New York, blue leaders refuse to “address public safety,” in some cases even encouraging disorder. “They have hamstrung local police and abjured cooperation with state and federal enforcement.” The ultimate lesson: “This won’t stop and, indeed, will get worse if everyday Americans don’t start standing up more and saying no more.”

Foreign desk: Trump’s Peace Dividends

The recent Team Trump-brokered peace deal between Israel and the United Arab Emirates could “recast the balance of power in the Middle East,” cheers Daniel Hoffman in The Washington Examiner. The accord takes Israel one step closer to regional normalization, while “Abu Dhabi Crown Prince Mohamed bin Zayed — popularly known as MBZ — enhanced the UAE’s influence, positioning it as a key player, if not an arbiter, in future peace talks between Israel and the Palestinians.” Meanwhile, the deal further isolates an already-embattled Tehran regime suffering from a sanctions- and COVID-battered economy, all while strengthening America’s position in the region as arms-dealer and principal outside power. “If Israel can strike UAE-like deals with countries such as Sudan, Bahrain and Oman, that would only increase the momentum for an effectual alliance against Iran.”

Culture critic: The Roots of Our Disunity

It’s impossible to imagine our next president, whoever he is, summoning America to unity. “How did we get here?” George Weigel asks in First Things. In short, because we lost religion and a public moral culture. “The liberal institutions of a modern democracy . . . rely for their credibility . . . on cultural foundations those liberal institutions cannot, by themselves, create or defend.” Those foundations are spiritual, rooted in beliefs about the inherent dignity of all people. And our “soul-withering secularization” has utterly withered them. “Absent those truths,” not even the most magnanimous leadership in history could save us.

— Compiled by Sohrab Ahmari & Adam Brodsky

This content was originally published here.

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11/11/11 tag

Ancient tag alert! Thanks for the tag @silver-wields-a-pen sorry it took so long! (I am so bad with the long list of questions tags. IDK why, they just really tend to stagnant in the drafts dash *shrugs*) Tagging back @mariahwritesstuff @lordkingsmith and @writersloth

What was the first thing you thought of for your current WIP (a character, a certain scene, a feeling, etc.)?

I wanted some spook. It’s October and it’s waaaay too hot so I’m hiding in my fantasy world where it’s actually autumn

Have there been any moments while writing your WIP where you realize something that changes the story?

Well, it started as a short, and has become an entire plot arc, so yeah, I’d say so :P We meet an old friend of Tybee’s, and he comes with some big news...

Is it better to have a dog or a cat on your lap (or some other animal)?

NONE. LAP IS FOR THE LAPTOP *glares at the cat*

How do you keep track of plot points, worldbuilding details, etc.?

I.... don’t? That might explain a thing or two

How many story ideas do you currently have?

All of them? I’m currently focused on Foxes and Fate, but you’ll note that doesn’t stop me from wandering all over that timeline

What is, in your opinion, the best number of characters to have in a friendship gang?

I tend write 3-5. At least 3, so that you have some dynamics to explore, but more than 5 and you start to get some redundancies and possible reader confusion (not saying it can’t be done, it just feels like these are teh sweet spots)

Are there any stories you wish you could have rewritten the ending yourself?

If there are, I have blocked them from my memory. The biggest salts that stick out for me are less endings and more general mishandlings of the story in general (like Butcher insisting on a romance arc with Dresden and Murphy, or the entire second book of Daughter of Smoke and Bone)

Do you like to snack while you’re writing? If so, what do you snack on?

I’m more of a sipper than a snacker. I love a good hot drink while I write

What is the absolute worst thing your OCs could receive as a gift?

Tybee: A hair iron-- you’d be surprised how many people think he’d want one

Gil: A sexy “gag gift”-you wanna want him melt down? there ya go

Lia: One of those little art kits you get kids, with like six of every kind of thing ever, that are all crappy and come in those awful black plastic cases

Kyle: A blind date --seriously, you have No idea what he wants

What is one thing that you could never, ever include in anything you write?

I am never, EVER writing a rape scene. Ever. I could (and have, often tbh) but there’s no reason to include that in your writing. Find a better way to do whatever it is you think that’s illustrating. Cause I promise, there is a better way

If your OCs could choose, what genre of story would they like to be the protagonist in?

Tybee: Historical romance

Gil: Pirate novel

Lia: Badass sci-fi spy thingie

Kyle: Disney Channel Original Movie (not the question Kyle!)

#tag games #elevensies tag

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As we head to the middle of February and Valentine’s Day now in the rear view, let’s take stock of the hottest things in the WWE these days.

On RAW, it’s Edge vs. Randy Orton. That story is white hot my friends, especially now that Matt Hardy has been thrust into it too! But, you could make a case for Becky Lynch vs. Shayna Baszler as a distant second after this past Monday night. That one has legs if they do it right. Add in the Monday Night Messiah, Seth Rollins vs. Kevin Owens and Friends, the Latin battle for the US Title and oh yeah, Drew McIntyre vs. Brock Lesnar and RAW’s as good as its been in months.

On NXT, it’s Adam Cole vs. Tommaso Ciampa. Close behind is Rhea Ripley vs. Bianca Belair and the addition of Charlotte Flair to the mix. And then, lots of supporting storylines from Keith Lee to Finn Balor vs. Johnny Gargano to The Undisputed Era vs. everyone and on and on we go. Solid each and every Wednesday night.

On Smackdown, it’s… it’s… it’s Mandy and Otis! Now, nothing against the lovebirds, but that’s the problem with what should be the standout show of the WWE trying to deliver to a broadcast base that could and should beat the other two shows handily each week, but doesn’t. It’s an undefined show at the moment and that shouldn’t be when we’re this close to WrestleMania. Friday nights on FOX should be the big ol’ mouthpiece to the World for the WWE.

Maybe The Miz and John Morrison can pick up the slack. Where does Roman Reigns go next, if and when his feud with King Corbin mercifully ends? Will Sheamus do better than Shorty G? What’s in store for Daniel Bryan, who’s out of the mix until after Super Showdown due to his political beliefs. And how about Braun Strowman and King Corbin – shouldn’t that be a feud? Or maybe Strowman and Elias as a team going into the tag team title mix to make Strowman Braun-Two-Belts?!

You know the WWE is a bit concerned when they bring back Goldberg and Hulk Hogan for guest spots, albeit via satellite, in back-to-back weeks. I’ll grant you, having Bray Wyatt be on screen with Hogan is good and was fun for the TV audience, but did it do anything for the Vancouver live crowd? Slapped in the middle of Smackdown, it took a little wind out of their sails. Thankfully, they rebounded well! Cowbell, anyone!

Finally, what happened to FOX wanting Smackdown to be more like sports? Just three matches this week. Gotta give me more!

Star of the Week:

.@SimoneGJohnson, the daughter of 10-time world champion @TheRock and @DanyGarciaCo, has begun training to become a WWE Superstar at the WWE Performance Center in Orlando, Fla.https://t.co/vlSuRRMa0M

— WWE (@WWE) February 11, 2020

Simone Johnson – The Rock’s daughter is bound for the Performance Center after being signed to a WWE contract. You gotta think there’s something coming soon, maybe as soon as WrestleMania in Tampa perhaps?

RAW

RESULTS

RAW Women’s Championship Match: Becky Lynch defeated Asuka to retain title

The Street Profits defeated Mojo Rawley & Riddick Moss

Riddick Moss defeated Mojo Rawley to win 24/7 Championship

Angel Garza defeated Cedric Alexander

Non-title match: NXT Women’s Champion Rhea Ripley defeated Sarah Logan

Ricochet defeated Bobby Lashley

Aleister Black defeated Akira Tozawa

Seth Rollins, Buddy Murphy & Authors of Pain defeated Kevin Owens, Samoa Joe and The Viking Raiders

Overall:

Even though I would’ve started the show with Becky vs. Asuka, it was still a hot show. They kept the in-ring starting promo to a minimum before clearing way for a very good RAW Women’s Title Match that climaxed after 20 minutes with the shocking, brutal beatdown of Becky by Shayna Baszler (more to come below!). Good follow by Ricochet’s win over Bobby Lashley to build him up more heading into Super Showdown too. Who’s next for Aleister Black? Smells to me like a heel turn.

What we loved:

SHAYNA CAME TO PLAY.

@QoSBaszler is on #Raw making a STATEMENT at the expense of @BeckyLynchWWE! pic.twitter.com/YWadnRnNpB

— WWE NXT (@WWENXT) February 11, 2020

Baszler’s beatdown – We all know that the former NXT Women’s Champion is a true bad ass, but who knew she was a vampire too? What was up with biting a hole into the back of Becky’s neck about? Can’t wait for the explanation on that one! Sure, it’s odd, but it surely got your attention right?

After demanding answers for the attack on @EdgeRatedR, @MATTHARDYBRAND fell victim to a vicious assault by @RandyOrton. pic.twitter.com/d2rFRO6za6

— WWE (@WWE) February 11, 2020

Matt vs. Randy – Loved that Matt Hardy came out to confront Randy Orton on his attack on Edge two weeks ago. Hardy brought emotion, truth and reality to the story. And now, we get a no-holds barred match between these two. Sign me up!

No Rowan squash – Thankfully, we got a week off. The squash quotient was filled by Garza vs. Alexander. We also got MVP squashed by Drew McIntyre in the return of the VIP Lounge. Here’s hoping MVP sticks around to try to get some revenge on Drew.

What we hated:

Hey, Buddy – Hey, WWE. Stop dropping first names! We in the WWE Universe can handle someone having a full name and don’t need you to shorten Buddy Murphy to Murphy just like you did Mustafa Ali to Ali, Erik Rowan and Luke Harper to Rowan & Harper for a while. Give us a little credit folks!

What made us think:

Becky stealing an ambulance – Someone needs to explain to me why, how and what was the reasoning behind Lynch stealing the ambulance after her attack by Baszler, heading to the hospital, getting treated and then getting back to the arena to address the crowd. None of it makes any sense and surely, limits the brunt of that attack by Baszler.

NXT

RESULTS

Roderick Strong defeated Bronson Reed

Dakota Kai defeated Candice LeRae

Johnny Gargano defeated Cameron Grimes

#1 Contender’s Match for NXT Cruiserweight Championship – Lio Rush defeated Angel Garza

Bianca Belair defeated Santana Garrett

Non-title match: NXT Champion Adam Cole defeated Kushida

Overall:

It’s all about the set-up for TakeOver: Portland this Sunday for this week’s edition of NXT. Nothing was over-the-top, OMG. But, then again, nothing was bad. It was your normal, every Wednesday solid performance from Full Sail. Having said that, everyone did a very good job in setting up the PPV for this weekend. Between the matches, vignettes from Tommaso Ciampa, promos from Bianca Belair and Rhea Ripley and more, I was sold on why I should be invested in TakeOver. After all, that card looks absolutely stacked from top to bottom.

NXT TakeOver: Portland Card:

NXT Championship: Adam Cole vs. Tommaso Ciampa

NXT Women’s Championship: Rhea Ripley vs. Bianca Belair

NXT Tag Team Championship: The Undisputed Era (Bobby Fish & Kyle O’Reilly) vs. The Broserweights (Matt Riddle & Pete Dunne)

NXT North American Championship: Keith Lee vs. Dominik Dijakovic

Finn Balor vs. Johnny Gargano

Street Fight: Dakota Kai vs. Tegan Nox

What we loved:

.@DreamWWE just made this VERY personal. #WWENXT@roderickstrong @MarinaShafir pic.twitter.com/O77pkPUVIX

— WWE NXT (@WWENXT) February 13, 2020

The Dream’s ode to Rude – Velveteen Dream’s tights with Roderick Strong’s family brings backs shades of Rick Rude and Jake the Snake’s wife Cheryl. Way to make it personal quick TVD.

.@itsLioRush is pulling out all the stops to earn a shot at the NXT Cruiserweight Title!#WWENXT pic.twitter.com/FdG2nu2SbO

— WWE (@WWE) February 13, 2020

Rush to an upset – Count me as surprised that Lio Rush got the duke over the recently surging Angel Garza. Rush vs. NXT Cruiserweight Champion Jeremy Devlin should be fun! Makes me thing there are bigger things for Garza and that a longer stint on RAW could be coming for him.

MESSAGE = SENT.@BiancaBelairWWE is COMING for @RheaRipley_WWE's NXT Women's Championship THIS SUNDAY at #NXTTakeOver: Portland! pic.twitter.com/WlxPWKsRmj

— WWE (@WWE) February 13, 2020

No Queen – I’m glad they kept Charlotte Flair off NXT tv this week, keeping the focus on Ripley vs. Belair. There’s plenty of time to rev up the Road to WrestleMania for the Queen and the NXT Championship. Bianca stepped up and proved that she COULD possibly win.

The road to Portland – Loved the comedy bits from The Broserweights, Pete Dunne & Matt Riddle. Trying to get cross-country to Portland to face The Undisputed Era was hilarious until the boys finally hopped a ride on Triple H’s plane! Good stuff.

What we didn’t love:

Same ol’ story – You knew it was coming. Full Sail. Big brands need a big showcase. You’ll see it at TakeOver: Portland where the crowd will be off the hook! NXT deserves that big-game feel each week and they’ll get it in a few weeks when Full Sail has a booked commitment, according to Triple H. So, we’ll see if that leads to more changes ahead.

SMACKDOWN

RESULTS

Smackdown Women’s Championship Match – Bayley defeated Carmella to retain the title

Sheamus defeated Shorty G & Apollo Crews

Roman Reigns & Daniel Bryan defeated The Miz & John Morrison

Overall:

Heavy on the sports entertainment and not much of the wrestling this week. Just two matches of any consequence as the night gave us just three overall.

What we loved:

Oh, Canada! – Lovin’ that Vancouver crowd! They were into everything all night!

Naomi’s hair – Holy glow indeed! That hair is beyond words! That thing should have its own Twitter account!

"I don't need luck, I have 'The Fiend'." – @WWEBrayWyatt to @HulkHogan #SmackDown pic.twitter.com/WTwRekUAEb

— WWE on FOX (@WWEonFOX) February 15, 2020

FWO – The Firefly World Order was, well, fly! Bray Wyatt going toe-to-toe on the mic with Hulk Hogan was Too Sweet trying to hype up The Fiend vs. Goldberg at Super Showdown. Here’s hoping it’s not the last we see of these two together.

C’mon Man!

We took a DNA test and @HEELZiggler is 100% THAT guy.#SmackDown pic.twitter.com/UcgE5b8FUk

— WWE on FOX (@WWEonFOX) February 15, 2020

No love for Otis – So much build up just to see Otis walk out on his date with Mandy because Dolph Ziggler was there! Sorry, but I needed more! I get they’re building up to a major moment, but on Valentine’s Day, you must give me more than the 60 seconds we got. Still, breaks my heart!

Main event, huh! – I know Roman Reigns is the chosen one and the face of Smackdown. But how do the #1 contenders to the Smackdown Tag Team Titles, with a title match looming, lose to a team that’s been together only once or twice? Makes little sense to me.

Parting shots:

WrestleMania goes Hollywood again! WrestleMania will be in Los Angeles in 2021 in the new SoFi Stadium. Expect the WWE and FOX to go all out for that one!

Killer Kross signs with the WWE. It should only be a matter of time before we get Kross and Scarlet Bordeaux in a ring together, right!

Charlotte Flair and CM Punk talking on WWE Backstage was really good stuff. I wish they would give Punk a meatier role than just one-liners. I could’ve listened to more of Punk and Flair one-on-one for the full hour. That insight into the nerves and also Simone Johnson was really good! Too bad no one sees the show with it being on FS1 each week to the tune of under 200,000 viewers a week. Why not give it a weekend spot on FOX too?

Thanks for letting us share our thoughts! Shoot me an email at [email protected]. We’d love to hear your comments and suggestions! You can also check out my blog, The Crowe’s Nest as we delve into more pro wrestling, sports entertainment and the World of Sports. My apologies ahead of time – I AM a Patriots and Red Sox fan! If you’re not down with that, I’ve got TWO WORDS for you… NEW ENGLAND!

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