Who Made Me a Villain (5)
To the ppl who read my fics only on tumblr, I am sorry. I have been posting a lot on ao3 and I keep forgetting that I have a tumblr acc. I will try to be more mindful in the future.
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“B, what’s all this?” Dick asked during one of his visits to Gotham. He was here for Alfred’s cooking.
Upon seeing the eye bags on Bruce, Dick was understandably worried. “Have you slept at all, Bruce?”
“A few days ago, Rebel brought something serious to my attention.”
Bruce had spent days working on the case Rebel had dropped into his lap. He felt that she had summarised the situation too simply. Or she was unaware of what the full extent of the situation was due to her lack of experience and knowledge.
John Constantine was unhelpful in getting more information on the Miraculous but did confirm their presence in Paris in the same period Rebel had given. Rebel had given more information than him.
Zatanna said that she would sort through her father’s journals to give him a definite answer but told him that it was likely Rebel was telling the truth about Paris. There were surges of the magical equivalent of earthquakes from Paris which her father had gone to check out a few years ago.
Diana had overheard their conversation and talked about how her mother used to wield the Ladybug Miraculous. She promised to talk to her mother for more information. Bruce decided to ask Doctor Fate later if his research wasn’t enough.
However, the thing that had Bruce tearing apart his training dummies like they were paper was the good-for-nothing, sham of a man that Paris had for a mayor.
Mayor André Bourgeois had blocked all news about the akuma from getting out of the city. He didn’t report about it to the Justice League European branch and blocked all attempts to prevent others from reporting it. His reasoning was that the child heroes were enough. That was just the political side of things.
To further make things worse, the heroes who were stationed in France all claimed to have been told to be relocated to other cities by the Justice League Headquarters. They did as they were told under the assumption that someone else would be filling in for them. Just before Hawkmoth struck.
Bruce investigated that lead and it appears that someone had sent out that order but Bruce hadn’t figured out who it was yet or whether it really was sent by one of the Justice League. Either they had a mole or the JL Headquarters needed a new update to their systems.
Then, one of Zatanna’s contacts in Paris had informed her that magic helped in preventing news of akuma reaching outside of Paris.
By the time Dick came to the Manor, Bruce was hours deep into the many footage he had spent the most of the day collecting from the internet. He started with the first akuma where Ladybug and Chat Noir were practically strangers shoved together and forced to rely on each other. He didn’t like that the Parisians were forcing the love narrative between the two of them. Ladybug had the sense to focus on her job and remain professional while Chat Noir tried to enforce the love story. He was not pleased with that interview.
The Ladyblog that was run by a very dedicated teenager was very helpful in getting raw footage of most fights, albeit a bit shaky and blurry. He was currently watching the blog owner’s interview with Ladybug. How she got an interview with the very elusive heroine Batman doesn’t know. There was something about the heroine that caught his attention. It felt like he had met Ladybug before.
Dick skimmed over the notes Batman had taken. He whistled. “This is pretty crazy.”
“Why are you doing all of this research?” Dick asked.
“Hawkmoth. I am trying to track him down.”
“Wait, you are telling me that there is a powerful supervillain in Paris and these kids are heroes? They look like babies. They don’t even know how to properly fight.”
“We are already too late. Hawkmoth has been defeated and stripped of his powers.”
“So what’s the problem? Is he coming back?”
Bruce sighed heavily and showed off his days of research to Dick.
“Rebel had been planning something for months. Something big. I asked the reason behind it all. She asked me to bring him to justice and she would call it all off. Apparently, the leader of the hero team, Ladybug, gave Hawkmoth the equivalent of the slap on the wrist and Rebel doesn’t agree with him being off the hook that easily. He got his wife in exchange for giving back the Miraculous under his possession and didn’t face consequences for his little foray into villainy.”
“How does she know what happened to Hawkmoth?” Dick asked, “It just says that no akumas was seen for a month and then, Ladybug announced that Hawkmoth was defeated before disappearing forever.”
“According to her, Rebel used to be one of the heroes going against Hawkmoth.” Bruce told him.
Dick nearly fumbled the file in his hand due to the surprise.
“Oh. Um. That- That explained a few things. The experience in fighting. Those acrobatic stunts. Former hero, huh.”
It left a bitter taste in his mouth. The thought of somebody who was once a hero turning to the dark side.
Dick changed the subject. “Any luck finding him?”
“I have one suspect. He’s the one that fits the profile.”
Bruce handed Dick a file.
“Gabriel Agreste.”
Dick looked through it. “He’s a fashion designer. That doesn’t exactly scream evil to me.”
“Even without Rebel’s hints. He’s still suspicious.” Bruce said. “I am meeting him in a month to get a feel for him.”
Dick closed the file. “Even if he is Hawkmoth, it’s been a few years since his defeat. We can’t just take him in.”
Bruce suddenly looked very tired.
Tim popped up from where the pile of blankets besides the Batcomputer that Dick hadn’t noticed. Dick’s and Bruce’s voices have woken him up.
Dick definitely did not scream.
“Tim! How long were you there?” Dick asked, putting his escrima sticks away.
“A few hours I think.” Tim replied and yawned.
“Anyhoo,” Tim started, “Rebel had already taken care of that part. She had been using different accounts to sow seeds of conspiracy theories and rumours for people online to find Hawkmoth’s true identity. No mention of Gabriel being Hawkmoth or it won’t be taken seriously if the truth comes out. I think she is trying to spread the idea that Hawkmoth must be taken in to face the legal system.”
“Why is she going that far?”
Bruce was silent for a moment. “Hawkmoth was part of the reason she was framed for murder.”
“Framed? Why do you think that she was framed? Her father is the Joker. The Joker. The one who killed Jason.”
Bruce stiffened. Jason had left Gotham after their last showdown. Last Bruce heard of him, Jason had teamed up with Roy Harper to form his own mercenary team.
“I know. But children are not their parents.”
Bruce handed Dick another file.
“Her case file and the transcript of her trial. Read it and draw your own conclusions.” Bruce instructed.
Dick took it.
“You are not going to like it, Dick.” Tim said.
—--
A day later, Dick came back, storming into the Batcave.
He slammed the file in front of Bruce.
“What the fuck is wrong with people? How did something like this get past you?” Dick demanded furiously.
There was the last thing that was cherry on the icing of the cake that was this whole situation.
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Rebel was not supposed to be in Arkham Asylum. She was not supposed to get a life sentence. She was not supposed to have fourteen charges of first-degree homicide to her name.
Dick read the trial proceeding.
It was way over exaggerated and very dramatised. He thought that he was reading the script for a courtroom soap opera drama. Dick even went as far as to hack into the French government to get the untranslated copy of the files and it was just as bad but in French. It didn’t take him long to find the blatant amount of bribes that were tossed around. The very obvious abuse of power. Every odds was stacked against Rebel. The unnecessary DNA test that unfortunately brought her to Gotham.
No wonder Marinette Dupain-Cheng turned to a life of crime. Everyone was dead set on labelling her the bad guy.
Then, he read Gabriel Agreste’s involvement in the case. His son was part of Rebel’s old class. Their classmates spoke about Rebel’s stalker tendencies towards him. But Dick kept an open mind, knowing how exaggerated everything was. Gabriel had blacklisted Rebel from every company in the fashion industry he had connections with. That move confused Dick until he found out that Rebel was trying to be an aspiring designer. It was essentially salt in her wounds.
Dick simply couldn’t understand the witch hunt against Rebel.
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“Bruce, we have to do something about this.” Dick said.
“The only thing we can do right now is bring Hawkmoth in before Rebel takes it into her own hands.”
“What do you mean by that?” Dick asked.
Tim injected. “You already know that Rebel had been acting suspicious for the past few months. She had been meeting up with several different villains and secret projects we couldn’t figure out until now.”
“We found a warehouse in Washington connected to her that contained these strange stone statues.”
Bruce pulled up a picture of the stone statues in the warehouse.
“Now look at the clip of the first akuma attack.”
Bruce played a clip of Stoneheart attack. The monster looked similar to the stone statues in the photo.
“Going through the akuma fights and her movements in the past few months. It is obvious what she is trying to plan.”
Picture of Rebel talking to many different ice villains with a powerpoint presentation and a clip of the Glaciator attack.
Picture of a machine that could create floods that the Teen Titan had managed to shut down a few years back and picture of Paris being flooded.
Picture of Weather Wizard, next to a picture of Stormy Weather.
“She’s trying to recreate akuma fights.” Dick concluded. “And making it seem like Hawkmoth was back.”
Bruce nodded gravely. “I wouldn’t have figured it out if Rebel didn’t deliberately let me in on her plans. She exposed a great problem we had missed. She is giving us, the League, a chance to rectify our mistake.”
Rebel was not counting on the legal justice system to bring Hawkmoth to justice. She was counting on him as Batman to make sure that Hawkmoth ended up with the same fate as her. His reputation torn apart and dragged through mud. Behind bars for the rest of his life with the supervillain mark following him everywhere.
Or she will forcefully do it by bringing the whole world down to force the Justice League in carrying it out.
“Without Ladybug’s miraculous power, it would be disastrous for us and we would have a lot of civilian casualties.”
“I don’t think she would do that, Bruce.” Tim argued.
“Then, lock her up.” Dick suggested.
“Arkham is currently in no position to take her in.” Bruce said. He looked resigned.
Dick looked at Tim for an explanation which he helpfully provided. “It was being renovated a few months ago to put in a new security system. In the chaos, her records were wiped out from the system and her physical reports went missing. Every copy was gone. So even if we arrest her now, we have to find a pretty good justification to keep her there legally. We only have these copies because Bruce regularly back-ups the Arkham database onto the Batcomputer and the Bat-net.”
Dick cursed. While they could just put it back, it wasn’t worth the headache if it was erased again.
“What about the police? Won’t they have her records?”
“Same thing. We think she did it when Clayface attacked the police a while back.”
“How about her original case that sent her to Arkham?”
“It was erased too. We need to get to Paris in order to access their database or if she erased her case, then we need to get the physical copy and we would have to go through so much legal bullshit to get it. That will take months.”
“She covered everything.” Dick said, amazed.
“She thought of all the possibilities and covered all of her bases. She had been staying under the radar and not getting caught.” Bruce said.
“He means that he got caught in her traps if we try to catch her.” Tim said with a shit eating grin on his face.
Bruce grumbled.
“You? How did you even get caught?” Dick asked.
“Rube Goldberg machines.” Tim answered.
“Rube what?”
“Here.” Tim opened up Youtube and showed Dick a video of a marble rolling down a pipe and then knocking down a row of dominoes in a spiral which continued to set off a chain of reactions that ended with a ball going neatly through a hoop and triggering a banner that said ‘WOW!’ to pop up.
“So that’s what it is called.” Dick commented. “Aren’t these like super complicated to do? She couldn’t have set them up that quick …unless she had them set up beforehand.”
“According to my research, she has at least 50 of these set up in different locations around Gotham. There are videos of people setting these off on purpose. Rebel is always making more. They usually have victims stuck in a net or a hole. Or have water, paint or liquids splashed onto them.”
“She did that? That picture you sent me where Bruce had yellow pain all over him?”
Bruce glared at Tim.
A derisive snort came from the entrance of the Bat cave.
They all turned to look at the newest addition to the house.
Damian Al Ghul. Well, Damian Al Ghul Wayne now.
“I find it hard to believe that this one petty criminal got the better of all of you.” He said mockingly.
“Damian.” Bruce said. “Even if she is just a petty criminal, she cannot be underestimated. You must never underestimate your opponent, no matter how deceiving they look.”
“Perhaps Father, you and Drake aren’t good at doing your jobs.”
“Like you would be any better catching her.” Tim said under his breath.
“If it was up to me, she would be killed on sight.” Damian continued.
“Damian, we do not kill here. People deserve another chance to redeem themselves.” Bruce explained like he had a thousand times before.
Damian scowled. “I don’t need to kill. I have brought in targets alive before.”
The way he said it implied that those targets were in a state where their hearts were the only things that could still move.
“Do you really believe that you can catch Rebel?” Tim asked.
“I don’t have to believe. I know I can.” Damian answered, disdain in his voice that Tim dared to doubt his skills.
“I bet you can’t.” Tim taunted.
Damian lunged but was stopped by Dick who grabbed his shoulder.
“Boys!” Bruce shouted. “Tim, stop antagonising him. Damian, you know you aren’t allowed to go out on patrol.”
“No!” Damian demanded. “Drake has issued me a challenge. I will not back down. I will prove to him and you that I can catch that petty criminal that goes by Rebel.”
His declaration was filled with the determination and stubbornness that all eleven year olds seemed to possess.
Bruce rubbed his head at the oncoming headache.
He knew that despite whatever he gave, Damian would go behind his back and against his orders to fulfil his self-assigned mission of capturing Rebel.
“Tim, this is all your fault. I am blaming you for this. You will be washing the Batmobile for a month.” Bruce said after some thinking.
“Bruce!” Tim complained. “What did I do?”
“You started it. And Damian, I will let you go after Rebel.”
Damian gave Tim a smug grin.
“However,” Bruce continued. “There will be a few conditions.”
Damian stood up straighter and paid attention.
“One, Nightwing will be with you.”
“What? Why, Bruce?” It was Dick.
“I am busy with the Hawkmoth case. Tim and Damian shouldn’t be together. Cass and Steph are busy with their own things. I don’t think Jason wants anything to do with me and he’s out of town. Babara has no desire to watch Damian.”
“Thank you, Bruce.” Oracle’s voice came from the Batcomputer.
“Tch. Grayson is an acceptable choice.” Damian said with a sniff.
“Fine. I can stay for a week or two. Give me a few hours to sort some things out.” Dick threw up his hands in defeat.
“However, he will not be helping you. He is going to be monitoring your every move and he will intervene if it was a life and death situation.” Bruce added.
“Fine.” Damian replied.
“Two, when you bring Rebel in, she should not have sustained any life-threatening and fatal injuries. She should also possess all of her limbs intact.”
Damian scowled harder. “I know my limits. Anything else?”
“Three, do not kill anyone to achieve your goals.”
“Got it.”
“Your deadline to bring her in is in three months. You will report to me on your progress every morning. That’s all. Any questions?”
“No. I will not fail you, Father.” Damian said seriously.
“Does anyone else find this funny?” said Dick. “Son of Batman hunting down daughter of Joker. Children of two arch-enemies repeating history.”
“That only means that I am destined to bring her in.” Damian further solidified his mission.
—--
Forty-eight hours later, found Damian, currently going by Redbird, tied up, covered in green paint and dangled upside-down over a vat of something that smelled utterly foul.
Rebel landed near Nightwing and asked, “So what’s the deal with the new kid?”
Nightwing extended a hand dramatically towards Damian, “That’s Batman’s blood son.”
Rebel frowned. “Is this going to be a thing now? Child of Batman versus child of Joker. Because I really don’t want to hurt the kid that much.”
“I AM NOT A CHILD.” Redbird yelled as he struggled against his restraint. “Nightwing, help me get untied and catch the villain!”
“Would a dip in that kill him?” Nightwing asked, pointing at the vat of whatever that was. He wanted to stay more than 20 feet away due to the smell alone.
Rebel shrugged.
“Probably not. It’s just water from the Gotham River with the contents of the nearest dumpster emptied into it.”
Nightwing shivered. He had taken a dip in the icy cold waters of Gotham River before. It was not pleasant. And the amount of showers he had to take to finally get rid of the smell.
“Good news, Redbird.” Nightwing shouted back. “You won’t die if you fall.”
Redbird threw some words in Arabic that sounded a lot like swears.
“So… I ask again. What’s up with the kid?”
“He thinks that Batman would accept him as the one true heir of the Batman title if he catches you.” Nightwing explained. “It has nothing to do with the blood rivalry thing. He’s trying to prove Batman wrong by trying to succeed in catching you when Batman and Robin - especially Robin - couldn’t catch you.”
“It’s there like a deadline for this? Because I really don’t want to play cats and dogs forever with the gremlin.”
“Oh yeah. There is.”
Rebel smirked. “That means I just have to up my game then. Thanks for the heads up, Bluey.”
Nightwing’s smile faded as he realised his slip-up. “Damn it. Baby Bat is going to kill me.”
“Hey, can I use that nickname?”
“Does it matter if I say no?” Nightwing said.
“Nope.” Rebel said with a laugh as she slipped away into the shadows.
—--
A Bat signal shone in the night sky. Calling Batman to action.
However, it was not Commissioner Gordon who met Batman on the rooftop that night.
“Commissioner-” Batman immediately went on guard as a petite figure of Rebel greeted him instead of the broad shoulders of the Commissioner.
“What did you do to him, Rebel?” Batman growled out.
“Chill, Mister Bat, he’s dealing with an anonymous tip off for his latest case at the other side of the city. I just flipped the switch to your nightlight to get your attention. Less messy than other methods, don’t you agree?” Rebel explained as she switched the Bat-signal light off.
He glared at her. “What do you want?”
“A week is up. So what are you going to do?”
Batman gave a tired sigh. To be honest, he had forgotten about the deadline. There were so many things he had to take care of. Starting with the possible Justice League breach. An entire city being under attack and no one noticing until the problem was gone. The investigation into who Hawkmoth was. Finally, dealing with a testy Damian who didn’t take his loss against Rebel well.
“My conclusions showed me that you were telling the truth about akumas. I would like to apologise on the behalf of the Justice League for our massive oversight. You were a child that had to fight a war without support.”
“I won that damn war. Without your help.” Rebel said defensively.
“Yes. You did. I am not criticising your achievement, Rebel. I am just pointing out that you were a child fighting those monsters everyday and some of those monsters had been a family or a friend. You shouldn’t have to carry a burden like that on your shoulders. Even Nightwing had me to look after him until he could step out of my shadow to fly on his own.”
“We weren’t alone.”
“You weren’t. You had other people who were as clueless as you about what to do. No one taught you the basics. You had to learn how to fight all on your own. You had to learn to do it right on the first try because a mistake would cause you everything. I am sorry that we weren’t there to provide that guidance.”
“Why are you apologising for that? You didn’t know.”
Batman’s frown became deeper. “That is exactly the problem. Something this big slipped under our radar.”
He went on to explain about how the oversight occurred. If anything, Rebel looked surprised by the news.
“So you're telling me that I could have had help. I wouldn't have to do it all on my own if it wasn’t for a lot of people meddling.”
She sounded angry. The comment about her doing it all on her own confirmed a theory Batman entertained. There was a little evidence that pointed out otherwise but with magic there was no telling if the evidence wasn’t faked.
“We never realised until now. We have failed you.” Batman apologised.
“Kwami. All this time. I thought you were too busy with your own world-saving to pay attention to Paris. Fucking Mayor Bourgeois. Fuck Magic. Fuck whoever mess with your systems. Fuck Hawkmoth.” Rebel screamed. “What else? What else do I have to know that I didn’t know?”
“That’s mostly it. I am here to get your account of what exactly happened during those years.” Batman paused (Dramatic bitch) “I also need you to confirm the identity of Hawkmoth.”
“Well…” Rebel inclined her head for him to continue.
“Gabriel Agreste.”
Rebel smiled from under her mask. “Bingo. As expected of the World’s Greatest Detective.”
She pulled out a flash drive from her pocket and handed it to Batman. “Here’s everything I wrote down from what I remembered.”
“How did you know I would ask for it?” Batman asked as he took it and put it away in his utility belt.
“I didn’t. I was going to send that to every news station when I start my Armengeddon plans.”
Batman stared at Rebel, waiting for her to hand over her Armengeddon plans she had given the other villains.
Rebel stared back at him defiantly.
“Hand them over.” Batman demanded.
“I already gave you what you needed.” Rebel said with a raised eyebrow, pretending to be oblivious about what Batman wanted.
“What about your Armengeddon plans?”
“Oh. Those plans. Yeah. Gimme a minute.” Rebel reached into her jacket inner pocket and took out a slim notebook. She tossed it to Batman who expertly caught it.
He flipped through it and noticed the jagged edges of pages torn out. He also noticed that none of the plans that involved other villains were in the book.
“Where are the missing plans?” Batman asked harshly.
“You thought it was going to be easy?” Rebel said amused. “I want definite proof that you are working on taking him in.”
“How long do I have to get you proof?” Batman asked cautiously.
“When is the deadline for your son to catch me?”
Batman knew that tone. He had heard that tone from the clown before Joker pulled out the punchline.
“In three months.” He answered.
“That’s around when the plan is supposed to start anyways. Then, if you don’t have it by the time Redbird catches me, you won’t get the plans. However, if he doesn’t catch me by the three month deadline, you will get the plans and I will tell the others that everything is called off.”
Batman had a feeling that if Rebel wasn’t wearing her mask, there would be a smile on her face identical to the one Joker would usually wear for his maniacal plans.
Children aren’t always their parents. But they sometimes inherit their parent's worst traits.
“Deal.”
What other options did he have but to play along with her games.
—-
After Rebel was gone, Redbird came out of the shadows.
“Father, what is the meaning of this?” He demanded. Redbird had been hiding to unleash a surprise attack when Rebel proposed that inane condition to Batman.
Batman sighed. “We will talk more back at the Cave.”
“I want an explanation now.”
“Just hold off trying to catch her for at least a week, Redbird. I am not going to stop you from your task. Maybe use that time to observe her instead.”
Redbird huffed but nonetheless accepted the compromise.
“Fine. It gives me more time to make more well thought out plans.”
“Since she would mostly be at school, you won’t have to do much.”
Batman grappled off the roof and Redbird followed.
When they reached the Batmobile, Redbird turned to his father and said.
“Father, I have been thinking. Perhaps I should infiltrate her school in order to get closer and gain more information on her movements.”
Bruce looked at him in surprise, remembering the first time he suggested Damian going to school and being told that he was never going to step foot into a subpar teaching environment.
“Are you sure, Damian?”
“I am sure.” Damian said firmly.
“I will call the principal in the morning and arrange everything.”
—
“Come back here, you-” The insult was lost as Redbird comically stepped on the rake. The handle hit his face like those old cartoon gags.
A slew of Arabic curses were unleashed.
"Tick-tock, birdy." Rebel taunted as Redbird held his broken nose. "It's nearly midnight and I am not still not in chains or behind bars."
"I should have your tongue cut out for your insolence."
"That threat lost its charm about two months ago." Rebel replied in a bored tone.
"Be more creative. Like ‘I will slowly take a small piece of your tongue a day, roast it and force feed it to you’." Rebel declared with an imitation of Redbird’s voice but slightly higher pitch than it actually was.
“I will gladly do so.” The threat probably would have sounded more intimidating if Redbird wasn’t still holding his broken nose and didn’t sound like he had a very bad nasal problem.
Rebel covered her mask with her hand as if trying to hide a smirk.
“Well, little bird, if you are done with your threats, I will be off- WHAT THE FUCK!”
Rebel didn’t look where she was going and had fallen down the hole in the roof that was hidden with a tarp..
Redbird grinned as he peered over the hole where Rebel had fallen into a cage he had set up to work like a bear trap.
“You aren’t the only one skilled with traps in this city.” He boasted.
Nightwing landed, giving Redbird an appreciative whistle and applause.
“Good job, baby Bat.”
“Call the police, Nightwing. Tell them I have the fiend, Rebel, in custody.” Redbird said.
“Sure thing.”
Redbird turned to give Rebel a smug look at his sure victory. It immediately got wiped out as he saw Rebel dangling her legs over the hole she fell down a few minutes ago.
She gave him a cheeky wave.
“HOW?” Damian exploded. “HOW DID YOU ESCAPE MY FOOLPROOF TRAP?!”
“It’s not foolproof if a fool like me could get out of it that easily. Nice setup though. Gave me a few ideas for my next project.”
Redbird growled and launched himself at her. Rebel rolled out of his way.
Landing nimbly, Redbird charged at her and threw a few attacks. Rebel effortlessly dodged every one of them.
Nightwing watched with a bored look on his face as Redbird chased Rebel around the rooftop.
“Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk. I'm a woman's man, no time to talk ....”
Rebel took out her phone and turned off her alarm as she ducked a birdarang.
“It’s midnight! And you know what that means. You just failed your mission.” Rebel announced cheerfully.
Redbird yelled in anger and charged at her.
Nightwing stepped in between the two to restrain Redbird.
“Chill, baby bat. You need to calm down. She won, fair and square.”
“And just as promised, I will send over the plans I made for the other villain to the Big Guy.” Rebel continued as she walked backwards to the edge of the rooftop.
“See ya around, Birdies.” She said as she jumped back off the roof while giving them a finger salute.
Nightwing hurriedly let go of Damian and ran to look over the parapet wall. Rebel appeared to be perfectly fine after a five-storey drop and was calmly putting her helmet on. She got on her bike and drove off.
“Um… guys.” Oracle’s voice came over the comms. “There is actually fifteen minutes left until midnight. She lied.”
The two vigilantes looked at each other and cursed. They grappled off, trying their best to catch the cunning villain.
—
“I am sorry that I failed you, Father.” Damian reported.
Three months should have been more than sufficient for him to complete his assigned task successfully. He even had subjected himself to the establishment called a school in order to catch Rebel.
Each time, he thought that he was close to capturing the most slippery villain in all of Gotham. Something would interfere in his plans and Rebel continued to walk free.
Head down ashamed as he kneeled on the cold floor of the Batcave to receive his punishment. Damnit, why was his vision getting blurry?
The shadow from his father’s cape moved closer and blocked out the light. Damian braced for the pain.
Damian was confused when he felt his Father placed his hand on his head. It felt… odd and comforting.
“It’s alright. You did your best. Even with the restriction I placed on you.” Bruce said.
Damian’s confusion increased.
“But… I failed.”
It did hurt to admit his failure but he was more confused by his father’s actions. Grandfather would have given out some sort of punishment by now. Like going against some of the League’s Finest on his own.
The hand moved from his head to his shoulder.
“Look at me, Damian.”
Damian obeyed and met his father’s blue eyes. The colour reminded him of the flowers his mother would sometimes wear in her hair when Grandfather was out of Nanda Parbat.
“Even if you had failed in your task, you still had helped me.”
Damian was flabbergasted.
“How?”
“In order to capture her, you monitored her every move. Because of you and your reports, I knew her every move. Avoiding your attempts kept Rebel so busy that she wasn’t able to work on her plans as much. Which gives me more time to work on how to bring Hawkmoth in.”
“I still failed.”
“And I am telling you that you still did a good job. You can learn from this experience and learn how to do better.” Bruce said.
“Aren’t you going to punish me?”
“No. I am not going to punish you for this.”
The answer seemed to have shifted Damian’s worldview. It broke Bruce’s heart to know how Damian had been treated. Being punished for failure which made Damian scared to fail.
“How.. how can you…”
Damian didn’t seem to comprehend that there would be no punishments for failing.
“Damian.” Bruce said gently. “I know that this is hard for you to comprehend but we do things differently here. We do not kill. And we do not punish people for simply failing.”
“But Drake… Batmobile.”
Oh right, grounding.
“I will reiterate. I will not physically hurt you as punishment for failing your mission. I do not like raising my hand to people I call family. Yes, you are part of it now, Damian, no matter how unexpected your arrival was. I prefer giving you chores to do instead. Like washing the Batmobile. Giving Ace a bath. Organising the case files. Helping Alfred around the Manor. Even then, it’s only if you misbehave and go against the rules of the Manor. And you may see them as pointless but they were put in place to keep you safe. I don’t want to see any of you hurt. Yes, including you, Damian.”
Bruce hoped that he got through Damian. Made him see that things were different now but they were a good kind of different. Maybe now Damian would let him in and be the better person Bruce knew he could be.
Bruce thought all of this as he hugged the slightly shaking boy in his arms who hid his face with Bruce’s chest.
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(Part 6)
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Alright so
It has been about 24 hours since i finished @peachcitts fanfiction metamorphosis and i spent at least 3 of those hours making a fanmix.
Listen, Im sorry, this is just who I am, Im someone who wants to make a playlist about a specific iteration of ml characters. Especially if there are some grey morals up in there.
read the fic, listen to the fanmix, follow me under the cut thats where the party is
...and by party I mean analytical summary of each song.
I'm about to talk about some of these choices I made in depth, as a treat for myself. An indulgence. I'll keep the fic references high level but there may be some theme/tone spoilers so real talk go read the fic and meet me back here.
@peachcitt I know I tagged you but this will get long you do not have to read it or acknowledge this homage just know I appreciated your story and thought a lot about it.
so.
the whole playlist is meant to be listened to start to finish, its half the tragedy and half the hard work to get your life right side up and the rewards.
I actively tried not to put Cry for Judas on here and i did ANYWAYS
its on so many of my playlists already, I'm loose with this song. But frankly if i could only keep it on one I would keep it on here. I mean I just don't think any other adrien iterations do things just to see how bad they'll make him feel QUITE like this one and i just HAD to have that as the first line of lyrics in the playlist.
I'm just also obsessed with sad and angry, can't learn how to behave?? The tragic acceptance of being unable to be good??
find me a better match. this song had to be on here and it had to be first.
Your Ghost - this might be the only song thats only about Marinette which is a crime because I really connected with her pov but the truth is that this is an adrien fanmix and i need to accept that.
But for real the acceptance but inability to move on in this song is just perfect.
Can't Lose - maybe the angriest song on here? A little angrier than I was going for but I had to keep this one though because, I mean, "I'm thinking I can't move if there isn't somewhere else to go?" like, the, 'sure what im doing is bad but what else IS there' of it, I mean, what can I even say. It had to be on here.
If you only listen to one song on here listen to Animal Mask.
It's a song about partners in a wrestling match written as a metaphor for when John Darnielle's wife was in labor, and its so tender and sweet, and frankly it sounds like it could have been written for metamorphosis for like every single flashback of ladybug and chat noir.
I could quote every line and be like 'this is them' but like, 'hold on,' I cried, 'I'll be right there', pulled your mask down through your hair. they won't see you, not until you want them to. What am I supposed to say?? It moves me deeply I'm having emotional problems please come join me. Every other song on this playlist doesn't matter.
Anyways intermission, while we're here, let me share this experience that I had today with you:
I did then proceed to count, was appropriately ashamed that about 25% of the playlist was mountain goats, and extremely painfully chose to remove 'oceanographer's choice'.
[tangent about Oceanographers Choice vs Haunted House]
As obsessed as I am with going straight from the unbearably tender memory in animal mask to oceanographer's choice, first line: "well, guy in a skeleton costume, walks up to a guy in a superman suit, runs through him with a broadsword", the anxious switch in music, and then straight into a song about a fucked up guy fighting the woman he is still complicatedly in love with.... and he doesn't know how else to be....
oh no, listen, as I typed that I half convinced myself to add it back in again
but I won't because I even more love the transit of animal mask to the shrill and tense line in Haunted House, "I was buried in the summer, all those parties ago", and then a confused and hysterical song about dissociation and loss of control in a world where nobody seems connected to what you're going through. The tone is more ungrounded, and scared, and less resigned. Which matches what I was going for - I tried to avoid songs that were just like... "yeah i'm evil >:) thats my identity"
[end tangent]
Little Pistol I feel like I barely have to justify, but I will say what really sold me is the reference to 'I want what's best for me, and I think I know just what that means'. But then also the slight change in tune at the end? Delicious?
The Run and Go, just read the fic ok
I Wanna Get Better is one that honestly feels like it doesn't fit perfectly but I'm really drawn to a sharp turning point in the playlist from 'bad and spiraling' to 'desperately clawing my way up' which is how reading the fic felt at a certain point, and this song feels like the perfect tonal shift and has the end-of-a-movie screaming conviction that I want. Its also just so good
Do it Anyways might be the second most important song... third most important? on this fanmix. The frantic, panicky music matched with the unwavering conviction to improvement is so unmatched honestly and if we're talking about how hard it is to be your best when you feel your worst, oh my god. Read the fic, listen at 2:44 and meet me back here and there's nothing else I even need to say
Absolute Lithops Effect.... I tricked you, this is also a mountain goats song :) its a cover though so I'm not counting it.
This is one of the most beautiful songs about hope for the future and growth that I know its very important to me. The title of the playlist comes from this song. Here's what you need to know about it:
Lithops are these:
They grow so slowly they don't look like they're growing at all. But they are.
Love Love Love: Ugh don't talk to me about love love love. I'm not going to explain how this connects to the fic. It does, I'm right. There's nothing I can say about this that can't be said better by Mr. Mountain Goats himself:
"The point of the song is, you know, that we are fairly well damaged by the legacy of the Romantic poets--that we think of love as this, you know, thing that is accompanied by strings and it's a force for good, and if something bad happens then that's not love. And the therapeutic tradition that I come from--I used to work in therapy--you know, also says that it's not love if it feels bad. I don't know so much about that. I don't know that the Greeks weren't right. I think they were--that love can eat a path through everything--that it will destroy a lot of things on the way to its own objective, which is just its expression of itself, you know. I mean, my stepfather loved his family, right? Now he mistreated us terribly quite often, but he loved us. And, you know, well, that to me is something worth commenting on in the hopes of undoing a lot of what I perceive as terrible damage in the way people talk about this--love is this benign, comfortable force. It's not that. It's wild, you know?" — NPR interview with Linda Wertheimer, 14 May 2005
Metamorphosis: okay this one I added to make myself laugh but I also stand by it thematically
SUPERBLOOM: Don't we all deserve a little celebration for the hard work we do?
Anyways this is my fanmix, if you read to here I love you and you're welcome for all the mountain goats songs I peeled off of here that I didn't even tell you about. I didn't even put heel turn 2 on here. Whoops ok now i've told you about that one.
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