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Thawing the Widow: Chapter 2 - Street Life
Chapter Summary: Cat has no idea what to do. She's not that great at planning ahead. She meets an annoying boy and a dog tries to steal her tacos. Not cool. She stumbles upon a hidden door.
Chapter Warnings: Hints of child abuse, homelessness.
Notes: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Natasha will make her appearance very soon! Thank you for your patience. If you’re liking it so far, please heart and reblog this story! Happy reading! Next chapter will be posted tomorrow 5PM PST.
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November - Trevor’s Apartment
Cat was lucky Trevor was a foolish idiot who kept the most of his cash in the drawer beside his bed, or else she would’ve never made the decision to bail.
If there was one thing she knew for sure, it was that she wasn’t stepping foot into a foster home again. The second that social services worker, Kimberly Kingston, had turned to make that phone call, Cat hadn’t given it a moment’s thought before leaping into action.
As quietly as she could, she grabbed her school backpack. Unfortunately, it was pink and covered in sparkles and smiling butterflies, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. It was far from the most dignified way to travel, but the thing was huge and could fit about a million things. The first place she went to was Trevor’s stash.
It was half full, rows of crisp twenties lining the inside. Cat didn’t know how he was able to get so much cash, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. She hesitated before reaching in. Her wrist throbbed in memory of the last time Trevor had caught her stealing from his stash. He’d been drunk, of course, and so angry…
Cat pushed the thought away fiercely. A hot, sudden surge of anger rose in her. With a renewed determination, she started stuffing her backpack full of money. She took immense pleasure in swiping every last twenty dollar bill, picturing Trevor’s ugly face when he opened the drawer to get more booze and found a drawer full of nothingness staring back at him.
Working quickly, she grabbed everything she could think of: a few pairs of clothing, toothbrush and toothpaste, along with everything else she owned. Then, she crawled underneath her bed, where she’d stashed Rufus for protection in case Trevor decided to throw him out in a blind drunken rage.
When Cat was six, her parents had given Rufus to her. He’d been a fluffy snow-white stuffed bunny that had been relatively well taken care of. He now sat limp and sad-looking, his fur was more gray than white. It had been a long time since she’d held him in her hands.
For a moment, Cat only stared at the bunny’s glazed eyes, lost in memories. After the death of her family, Cat had done her best to remove any memories of them from her life. But she hadn’t been able to bring herself to throw Rufus away. Suddenly, she felt the familiar sensation of hot tears rising from her throat. She willed them back down. She hadn’t cried since the funeral.
Stop it.
Snapping back into reality, Cat felt a stab of annoyance at herself for losing focus. Why was she even thinking about that? It happened an eternity ago. She could hear noises from the doorway. The social services worker was still on the phone, thank god.
Cat zipped up her backpack. She stood, looking back at the mess of the apartment, taking it all in one last time. She wouldn’t miss it, that was for sure. Trevor’s late poker nights, eating greasy takeout, the entire place smelling like smoke and stale pizza… It was probably the last time she’d ever see it. Her heart soared with glee at this thought.
Cat pushed the window to the fire escape open. Once she had one foot out the window, a thought occurred to her: What if she was threatened by crazy muggers on the street? She’d need a few knives to fend herself off. Without thinking, she rushed back into the kitchen and hastily grabbed two or three sharp ones, stuffing them into her bag.
In an exhilarated daze, Cat took a moment to think about what she was doing.
Was this crazy? Stupid? Impulsive?
All of the above.
Was she going to regret this?
Probably.
Cat scanned the kitchen frantically for anything else she’d need. Surely she was forgetting something. Paper towels? Spoons? Neosporin, for emergencies? God, why were there so many things that people needed?
“Okay, great!” Kingston’s voice echoed from the hallway. “I’ll get back to you on that…”
Panic raced through her. There was no time. Impulsively, she grabbed the box of “Fruity Crisps” and launched herself out the window.
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November - Park
“Why do you have a backpack? There’s no school today.”
“Because,” Cat said, “none of your beeswax.”
“There’s no need to be so rude! My mommy says you should be nice to strangers.”
The first place she’d gone to was the park a good distance away from Trevor’s apartment. At that time of day on a Sunday, it was bustling with children along with their parents playing on the playgrounds. She’d gone straight to the best playground, making a beeline for the swings. It had been fun for the first seven minutes, until the boy came along.
Said boy was currently standing in front of the swings, and had recently started annoying the hell out of her. He was maybe a couple years younger than her. His gelled-back hair, bright polo shirt, and khaki shorts screamed country club brat. He had an unsightly mass of freckles across his face, covering his nose and his cheeks. Cat had taken an automatic disliking of him based on looks alone, but his whiney voice and ugly personality made her hate him more.
“Well, my mommy’s dead, and she didn’t tell me anything about talking to strangers. So I win.”
“Well, mine’s alive, so I win.”
“Whatever.”
The boy sighed. “Will you get off already? It’s my turn now.”
Cat glared at him, gripping the chains of the swing tightly. She kicked her feet in the air for momentum, nearly kicking him in the face. “Actually, since I’m the one on the swing, I’d argue that it’s my turn.”
“No, it isn’t! You’ve been on too long. Get off so I can go.”
Cat kicked up harder, aiming closer to his face this time. “No.”
The boy’s face screwed up in confusion. “Why?”
“Because, no.”
His face was screwing up, mouth twitching. With a prickle of disdain, Cat noticed he was on the verge of tears. “You’re not sharing!”
At his childish rebuke, Cat laughed.
With a determined cry, he charged at her and caught her feet mid-swing. He tugged down, hard. The swing’s chains rocked on the structure. Surprised and caught off guard, Cat lost her grip and nearly tumbled to the ground. She regained her balance, kicking until the boy’s vice like grip came off her foot. Cat was overwhelmed by a wave of anger. Being a brat was one thing, but trying to harm her was another.
He started screaming. “Stop it! Stop it!” The boy burst into angry tears. “MOOOOM!”
A short blond haired woman gossiping with the other moms at the edge of the playground looked up warily. Cat’s internal Karen alarm went wild. What she hated more than spoiled little kids was spoiled little kids with Karen moms.
The woman marched over. “What is it, Tanner?”
Freaking Tanner. Of course his name was Tanner.
“This weird girl won’t get off the swings, even when I asked her nicely! She’s been on forever and won’t share!”
Cat’s eyebrows raised incredulously. At what point did he ask her nicely?
The mom looked at her disapprovingly, and said, in a very condescending tone, “Excuse me, girl, will you get off the swings so my son can swing? This playground is meant for everyone to enjoy.”
The argument had drawn the attention of a couple other moms and a handful of onlookers. Cat’s sneakers skidded on the ground as she slowed to a stop.
“Right now, I’m enjoying it. Your son can enjoy it later, when I’m done. That’s the whole point of taking turns.”
“See? She won’t share!”
“Oh, shut up, Tanner.”
The mom gasped in horror. “Young lady! We do not use words like that! That is extremely inappropriate!”
“Yeah!” the boy echoed, smirking.
“If you think it’s so inappropriate, why’d you name him that?” Cat snapped back.
The mom’s brow furrowed as the insult took a few seconds to register. Her face morphed from shock to anger. “Why, you little…”
Cat’s attention was suddenly diverted. At the edge of her gaze, she spotted a dark blue blazer with matching pants. Kimberly Kingston had spotted her as well. How the fridge had that woman found her so quickly? Was she an FBI agent in disguise?
No, it had to be Cat’s luck. What were the chances, in a city as big as New York, that Kingston could have found her in less than two hours?
She swore, drawing another horrified gasp from the mom, who slapped her hands over her son’s ears.
“Young la—”
“Suck it, Karen!” she yelled, making a run for it.
“Cat, wait!” Kingston shouted. “Just listen—”
Cat didn’t pause to hear her out. She quickly glanced back, seeing the chaos that had ensued. The other moms had varying expressions, a mixture of entertained and perplexed. The mom was still covering her son’s ears, shouting very unladylike obscenities at her. Kimberly Kingston had started running as well, which was— frankly— a more amusing sight than not. Cat was faster, even with the heavy backpack weighing her down; she’d had more practice running away from things. Kimberly Kingston, on the other hand, looked like she’d had one too many donuts recently.
Cat sprinted at a pace she was pretty sure was equal to the speed of light. Kingston had no chance of catching her. Daring another glance back, Cat saw that the woman had slowed to a jog, but was barking orders in her phone and simultaneously shouting at onlookers to “Get that girl!”
Good luck with that, Cat thought.
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December - One week later - Outside a Taco Bell
“Hey, kid!”
The voice seemed like it was coming from far away. The smell of tacos was what made Cat’s eyes flutter open.
It was dark. A cold gust of night air whooshed by, prickling her skin. Cat realized she was shivering.
It had been roughly a week since her escape from Kingston at the park. Cat didn’t worry about them finding her too much. There was no one who cared about her that much who would initiate a rescue mission to find her. Trevor had only taken her in for the money, after all.
Despite the homeless thing, she felt like she was handling the whole situation pretty well. She spent most of her time exploring all the places she’d never been to, stopping to eat and clean herself up, and generally heading as far away from Trevor’s place as possible, all while trying to avoid Kingston finding her a second time.
However, Cat was worried about one thing. Her stack of money had been slowly diminishing. She’d never realized how expensive certain things were, like healthy food or coffee. Four dollars for a frappuccino at Starbucks? No, thank you. She didn’t dwell on it, preferring to burn that bridge when she came to it.
Libraries, Cat had decided, were her favorite place. They were a safe haven. They were warm, had coffee, and didn’t care if you looked suspicious as long as you were quiet and undisruptive. Cat had spent a whole day going through stacks of books. She’d always had a talent for memorizing. Once she’d read something once, it was rooted in her memory forever. She could skim through a novel and instantly recall all the words in the right order.
Finding places to sleep had been tricky. They were, most of the time, cold and inconvenient and rarely comfortable. The beds at the homeless shelter was all right, but she only stayed for a couple of days so as to not draw suspicion. That day, she’d finally stopped at a Taco Bell, deeming the back wall an acceptable place to sleep for the night. She’d dozed off with her back to the wall, hugging her backpack between her chest and her knees.
“Hey,” the voice said again.
Cat squinted upwards. There was a guy standing before her, holding two tacos and a drink. He looked young. He had a Taco Bell apron on, and a Taco Bell hat. Cat guessed it was safe to assume he was a Taco Bell employee.
“Hi,” she said.
Crap. Was he going to tell her she wasn’t allowed to sleep here? She started to get up, trying to explain.
“Look, I’m sorry. I’ll sleep somewhere else…”
“No, no, it’s not that! You’re fine,” he reassured her.
Thank god, because she didn’t know if she had the strength to walk another ten steps. She sank back down against the wall, blinking her eyes groggily.
“Here.” He held out a taco to her.
It took Cat a moment to register his words. Her head felt like it was full of cotton. They smelled heavenly. She’d been so preoccupied finding a spot to sleep that she’d forgotten to eat. Her stomach grumbled. She reached out to take it, and scarfed it down like she hadn’t eaten in days. Flavors burst in her mouth. It was delicious.
“Whoa! Slow down, there. You don’t want to choke.”
Cat chewed a fraction slower and swallowed. She must’ve looked like a savage. “Thank you,” she said, wishing she had something to wash it down with.
He held out the other taco and the drink. “These are for you, too. You look like you need it.”
Cat reached out to take it, overcome by gratitude. “Wow. Thank you.” Cat downed the soda eagerly, not caring that she looked like a starving wild animal. She looked up at the Taco Bell employee, who looked slightly horrified.
She looked up at him. “Why are you helping me?”
He shrugged. “You looked like you needed it.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem. Look—” He crouched down next to her. “What’s your name?”
Cat blurted out the first name that came to mind. “Maxine.”
“Maxine, do you have any parents?”
“No.”
“Are you in the foster system?”
Cat was eternally grateful to him and all, but she didn’t like where this conversation was going. She stood up abruptly.
“Thanks for helping me. I really am grateful. But I have to go now.” She grabbed her backpack, the taco and the drink, and shoved past him.
“Wait!” he called after her. “I’m sorry!”
Once she ran far away enough, she slowed down to a walk, scouring the streets for places to sleep. She couldn’t deny that she felt a little scared, walking in the darkness. Taxi cabs zoomed by around her, making her shiver harder. Her thin coat was doing her no favors.
Cat found an empty alley and crouched down to eat the rest of her taco. Unfortunately, someone else had the same idea.
A small, dark blur sprang out from the darkness, lunging towards the taco. Cat yelped in shock, springing back, and lost her grip on it. The blur, which Cat identified as a small dog, grabbed it out of the air and sat on the ground, lowering the taco to the ground to eat it.
“Hey!” Cat yelled. “That’s not yours!”
The dog’s head whipped up in surprise, flinching back.
Cat made a grab for the taco, barely caring that it was covered in dog slobber. She had no plans to eat it, but there was no way in hell some small, annoying dog was getting away with stealing her food. The dog, lightning fast, snatched the taco back from the ground and growled.
“Give it back, you bastard!”
The dog darted between her legs, taco between its teeth. Cat spun back around. He wasn’t running. He had come to a stop by the corner of the alley, watching her. She swore it seemed to be mocking her, which only infuriated her more. The two watched each other intently, both waiting for the other to make the first move.
Cat did. She sprinted towards the alley, and the dog ran off again. She turned the corner and saw the dog’s head bobbing up and down as it bounded further and further away. The chase was unfair and pathetic. It continued for a block and a half before Cat realized how dumb it was.
She was chasing after a dog— a dog, for god’s sake— to obtain a taco that she didn’t even buy, that she wasn’t even going to eat.
Dogs have to eat, too, she reasoned. Even homeless ones.
What kind of heartless human being would let a dog starve? Better the dog have the meal, rather than both of them end up with nothing.
Sighing in frustration and mourning the loss of her taco, Cat sank on the steps of a brownstone and bundled her coat tightly around her. Her eyes slid shut, the pull of sleep more longing than ever. She laid her head on her knees and hugged herself, listening to the slowing beat of her heart.
She felt herself slipping into unconsciousness, just as a pitiful whine dragged her out of it. She shifted her head slightly to make out the dog sitting in front of the steps, teeth clamped around the taco.
“Jesus,” she muttered, turning back into her elbow. “Go away, evil spawn.”
The dog made another noise.
Cat lifted her head. “What do you want now?”
The dog laid the taco gently at her feet with the gentleness of a mother holding her child for the first time. The taco was soggy, covered in bite marks and dirt, and clearly past the point of inedibility. Despite this, Cat was slightly moved by the action.
“That’s nice. Disgusting, but nice. You may have redeemed yourself.”
She noticed the dog was a beagle. She’d read about beagles in a book about dogs before. Her photographic memory recalled the exact wording: Beagles come in such pleasing colors as lemon, red and white, and tricolor. The Beagle’s fortune is in his adorable face…
The dog nudged the taco towards her with his nose. Gazing at her expectantly, he had the most wide, innocent eyes.
“Fine, so you’re adorable. Get over it.”
… with its big brown or hazel eyes set off by long, houndy ears set low on a broad head. Beagles are loving and lovable, happy, and companionable—all qualities that make them excellent family dogs. No wonder that for years the Beagle has been the most popular hound dog among American pet owners. These are curious, clever, and energetic hounds who require plenty of playtime…
The beagle seemed to be waiting for her to pick the taco up.
Cat wrinkled her nose. “You can’t expect me to eat that. You’ve already gone and covered it in slobber.”
The beagle whined again.
“Okay, whatever. I’m going back to sleep,” she told the dog, feeling a bit silly. “So you can go now.”
She dropped her head, expecting to hear the dog’s footsteps padding away. There was none. She opened one eye warily, to see the dog still sitting next to the taco, having no plans to move away.
Stupid dog.
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December - the next day
When Cat woke up, the beagle hadn’t left, to her surprise and relief. He followed her when she stood up, and Cat made no move to stop him. She felt herself growing increasingly fond of him. Once it became clear that the dog had no plans of ditching her, she decided to name him. After two blocks of walking, she picked the name Taco, in memory of the taco that began their friendship.
That night, as Cat was scouring the streets for a place to sleep, she decided upon a long alleyway. It was windy and cold, and the walls would protect her from it. She’d been planning on sleeping against one of the walls when Taco started barking wildly.
That was the problem with dogs. Sometimes, they were adorable angels obediently listening to orders, and sometimes they were demons straight from hell who wouldn’t stop barking.
Taco was facing the empty side of a wall, jumping and barking like crazy.
“Shut up, shut up, please shut up,” Cat muttered to him, trying to calm him by rubbing his head. “Look, there’s nothing there—”
Cat paused. The lighting was so terrible she could hardly make out her hand in front of her face, and the side of the wall had been painted black, so she hadn’t noticed it at first. But now that her attention was fully focused on it, she noticed it— a barely perceptible outline along the side of the wall, almost like a door. She trailed her fingers along the outline, and sure enough, there was a handle.
She tried it. It was locked, of course. Curious now, she jammed her fingers into the thin crevice in the wall and attempted to pull, but it didn’t work. Taco had stopped barking. She ran and thrust her shoulder into the wall with all her might, like people did in the movies. She immediately regretted it, retreating with a series of curses and “ow ow ow ow ow ow,” cradling her bruised shoulder.
Cat took out the knife she’d stolen from Trevor’s kitchen and recalled a book she’d read on lock picking, just the other day in the library. The knife was slim and short, the perfect size. She jammed the knife into the lock the way the book had told her to, wiggled it until she heard it click in the right places, twisted—
Click.
Amazed and in disbelief that the stupid trick had actually worked , Cat twisted the handle and yanked. The door sprang open. Taco raced inside, abandoning all caution.
Cat stepped inside cautiously. It was dark, cold, and there didn’t seem to be anyone inside. She fumbled around for a light, found it, and flicked it up. She was greeted with a shocking surprise. The inside was well-lit, extremely tidy, and whoever had decorated it had excellent taste. There was a couch along with a modern-looking TV, a kitchen, and a hallway that led to a bedroom.
Cat knew now what Taco had found so bark-worthy. The delicious aroma of a pile of peanut butter cookies, lying on the counter of the kitchen. Taco was reaching with his paws toward the counter, trying to reach it. Cat felt the same way. She was starving. (Now, she always felt like she was starving.)
She didn’t need any prompting. She threw her backpack on the couch as if she’d lived there all her life, raced to the counter, and stuffed a cookie in her mouth. It was a bit hard and cold, but amazing. The proportions of salty peanut butter to sweet chocolate was perfect.
“I’m sorry,” Cat told Taco, through a mouthful of peanut butter cookie, feeling like the cruelest dog owner in the world as she swallowed. “You can’t have these. They have chocolate in them.”
That same day, she’d made Taco wait outside the library as she memorized as many books on beagles as she possibly could. There were a lot of things dogs couldn’t eat. No raisins, coconut oil, alcohol, and most of all, no chocolate.
Suddenly having an idea, Cat rummaged through the fridge and found a jar of peanut butter. She let Taco lick a good amount out of the jar before she closed it.
A horrifying thought smashed into her. If there were peanut butter cookies plated on the counter, surely someone must’ve baked them. Which meant that someone had lived there, recently. Judging by the temperature, the person hadn’t baked them in the last hour, which probably meant they were coming back soon. And based off the fact that the room was hidden behind a secret door of a filthy alleyway, whoever lived there probably hadn’t intended anyone to find it. All signs pointed to Get out of here, fast, before something horrible happens and you die!
Cat bit her lip as she thought about this, looking around the room. She hadn’t been in a place this clean since… well, since she’d lived at her old house in California. There was electricity, food, a place to sleep, and probably a good amount of other things she could scrounge up. This place like this probably had clean water, band-aids, and a bunch of stuff she could really use.
She made a plan. She wouldn’t stay there long, because it was obviously a horrible idea. But she’d get food for her and Taco, grab any other useful things she found, and then get the hell out of there. She debated the ethics of stealing, but reasoned that it was too good of an opportunity to let slip by.
Cat rifled through the fridge first, relieved to find a great deal of pre-cooked meals and some chicken for Taco. She found a few and heated them, trying to follow the instructions on the box the best she could. While that was happening, she grabbed the plate of cookies and stuffed them in her mouth— because seriously, they were so good— while searching through the place for any other items they might need.
Surprisingly she found quite a few medical supplies— bandages, Neosporin, and a bunch of anti-whatevers she couldn’t pronounce. Along with that, some nail clippers(hers were getting long), wipes, more toothpaste, and band-aids. In the kitchen, she found a variety of energy bars, snacks, and was especially delighted to find three boxes of Lucky Charms. She took one of them.
By then she’d finished the plateful of cookies, only feeling slightly guilty because, once again, they were seriously so delicious . She was still hungry enough to finish one of the reheated meals. Afterwards, having satisfied her hunger and filled her backpack to brim with supplies, she was ready to go.
Taco was gently snoring, head resting on his paws, after eating all the chicken. He looked so serene that Cat felt like it would be a crime to wake him up.
She realized that she felt really tired, too. All that food had made her sleepy. And she hadn’t slept in… she’d lost count of the hours. If she and Taco ventured back outside, they’d have to sleep in the cold, wet alleyway, she reasoned, slowly convincing herself. And the couch in front of the TV looked so soft and inviting…
What harm could it do if she just took a little nap? Who cared if someone found her? She was a kid, there was no way they’d hurt a little kid… With those thoughts in mind, she all but collapsed on the couch and passed out.
When she woke up, someone was holding a gun to her head.
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Notes: I think we can all guess who’s holding that gun! Natasha makes her appearance in the next chapter! Sorry for not being consistent… I’ll stick to my schedule from now on. Next chapter posted tomorrow! Please like and reblog if you’re enjoying it! See you soon! Thanks!
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Secret Origins (vol. 3) #3: Freedom from Fear/Blood Money/Secret Identity
Freedom from Fear Read Date: October 26, 2022 Cover Date: August 2014 ● Writer: Robert Venditti ● Penciler: Martin Coccolo ● Inker: Martin Coccolo ● Colorist: Tony Aviña ● Letterer: Dave Sharpe ● Editors: Chris Conroy ●
Blood Money Read Date: October 26, 2022 Cover Date: August 2014 ● Writer: Jeremy Haun ● Penciler: Trevor McCarthy ● Inker: Trevor McCarthy ● Colorist: Matthew Wilson ● Letterer:Todd Klein ● Editors: Rachel Gluckstern ◦ Mark Doyle ●
Secret Identity Read Date: October 26, 2022 Cover Date: August 2014 ● Writer: Scott Lobdell ● Penciler: Tyler Kirkham ● Inker: Tyler Kirkham ● Colorist: Arif Prianto ● Letterer: Anthony Marques ◦ Eddie Berganza ◦ Mike Cotton ●
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Synopsis: Freedom from Fear When he was a boy, Hal Jordan watched his father - a pilot - die in a crash. He had wanted to be like his father, but that dream died with him. Hal's elder brother Jack responded with anger, having to become more responsible overnight. His little brother Jim remained young, perhaps forgetting his father entirely. His mother, Jessica prayed, hoping to keep the tragedy she was always prepared for from happening to her children as well as her husband. Hal, though, faced his fear, and became a pilot too.
Reckless as Hal seemed in flight, it was not fearlessness that made him so. It was his terror. He had watched his father die in a plane, and he had made a choice over his grave to face that terror and defeat it, rather than run from it. However, this method had the unfortunate side-effect of making him hard to control, and Hal's recklessness got him demoted from pilot to mechanic. It was then, while he was tuning up a plane, that Hal was chosen by the Green Lantern Ring. It showed him to the crash-site of Abin Sur's craft - he would make the first known instance of contact with alien life, and all he could think was whose father this dying pilot might have been.
The alien explained the nature of the ring, and the Green Lantern Corps, offering Hal the chance to accept his role as the Green Lantern of Sector 2814 in his stead. Choosing to face his anxiety and fear about what he'd seen and heard, Hal agreed, and the ring recognized his ability to overcome fear.
But with that role came a command structure and orders. Stuck in boot camp again, he learned the nature of the Corps and how to wield the ring by force of will, and by overcoming fear. But he made the mistake of facing fear from without the Corps. When Sinestro took fear and weaponized it, he assembled a Corps of his own to spark the first War of Light.
When not needed by the Corps, Hal still sneaks flights in real planes, wondering at how his life was defined by two crashes. The first one took everything from him, while the second gifted him with more than he could imagine.
Synopsis: Blood Money On Kate Kane's twelfth birthday, her twin sister Beth and her mother Gabi were kidnapped thought to be murdered by terrorists. It was her own father, Jacob who found her and rescued her from that place, warning her not to look back at the carnage that he carried her from.
Later that day, she had not yet fully accepted what happened when she walked down the stairs from her room to find her father weeping next to the unused party decorations. Hugging her to him, he promised that they would soldier on. They would be okay.
Years later, Kate would give up her place at West Point by admitting to her superior officer that she was gay. She had already been under investigation for her homosexual conduct, and rather than lie, she told the truth. When she told her father what had happened, he was proud of her integrity.
After entering a bar-hopping rebellious phase, Kate was attacked in an alley by a mugger, and fought back using her military training. Though she fought off her attacker, she was seen by the Batman, who - though impressed - warned her not to make a habit of it. Inspired by his example, she took up vigilantism using stolen ordnance, drawing her father's attention. Though he disapproved, when he realized her conviction, Jake agreed to train her and help her to become the Batwoman.
Sometime later, she met Maggie Sawyer at a ball and began a romantic relationship, resulting in their engagement. After all that had happened to her, though, Kate never forgot her mother or sister - or the positive influence of her father.
Synopsis: Secret Identity Against the odds, Tim Drake discovered the Batman's identity. It had taken him ages to narrow it down to two candidates in Bruce Wayne and Enrique Fluente - a dead arms dealer. One night, his mother called him away from his search to participate in his gymnastics event. While the games were muscle memory for him, his mind was focused on his search. During his routine, he spotted two elderly men watching, and found their presence suspicious.
Assuming that it must have been Bruce Wayne scouting him, he followed the clues to the Gotham Aviary, and found Batman waiting for him. Unable to bring himself to out his idol, Tim simply stated that he wanted to apply for the role of the new Robin. He already knew that two had come before - and he suspected something bad had happened to the most recent one. Batman refused him, and left, but this only drove Tim to work harder.
He spent weeks trying harder, and digging deeper, forgetting to eat and giving up on school work. Learning that he could not get to Bruce directly, he decided instead to target one of Batman's enemies; the Penguin. His hacked bank account led Cobblepot to send assassins to Tim's house, and Batman did come, to protect Tim and his family. Unfortunately, the end result was that Tim had to give up his parents to a witness protection program and give up his real name for his own safety.
However, he was welcomed into Wayne Manor, and he pretended to act surprised when he "discovered" the Batcave - though its contents and scope were quite surprising indeed. Before long, Batman offered him the role of Robin. Not wanting to replace Jason Todd, but rather honour him, Tim chose a different name for himself: Red Robin.
It came as no surprise to Batman when Tim eventually decided to move on, and do other things, like leading the Teen Titans.
(https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Secret_Origins_Vol_3_3)
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Fan Art: Robins (Earth-27) by phil-cho
Accompanying Podcast: ● Everyone Loves the Drake - episode 16
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North: An Original Short Story
Everybody else was driving south. She could see miles of thousands of vehicles crawling, bumper to bumper, with many pulled over to the side. She grieved for the freezing people, but she could not stop to help.
She was the only person heading north on the freeway.
Her chest tightened as she glanced at the small box in her lap. The snow kept getting heavier, piling onto the empty lanes ahead of her. Even with her snow tires, she didn’t know if she would make it in time.
She swerved around a deer, still alive but frozen to the asphalt, and almost found herself in the ditch. She needed to be careful. One misstep could spell the end of humanity itself, and it would be all her fault.
She thought back to that fateful day when she’d found that goddamn machine in the basement of her client’s house. She had always thought that he had schizophrenia, delusions of grandeur, of being the world’s greatest mind. She never put much stock in his ramblings on time and space until he’d disappeared into his basement during a session and didn’t return. She’d thought nothing of the large machine with its flashy buttons and dials until she’d stepped inside of it and found herself transported to another decade entirely.
She had considered the possibility that she was losing her own mind when she’d made the plans to use the machine to travel back to the worst day of her life and change the fate of the only person she had ever been close to, her older brother, Trevor.
Now, not only was she paying the price, but the entire Earth was paying it with her. How was she supposed to know that something as seemingly inconsequential as the death of a low-life mugger would change the universe in such a way?
She signaled her turn for the exit, even though there was no one behind her or even on the same side of the freeway. Only two miles to go. She stepped on the gas as soon as she got on the straight-away.
Alongside the road in the residential area were several suspicious looking mounds in the snow. She didn’t even want to let herself think about what they were, knowing how fast the freezing temperatures and snowfall had come, taking much of the state by surprise. It was hard to tell where she was due to the snowfall obscuring the features of every house, so she mostly had to go off muscle memory and instinct.
She spotted the house up ahead and pressed her foot against the brake. She turned the wheel hard and did her best to drive through as much snow at the entrance of the house as possible. When her car came to a stop, she stuffed the box in her coat pocket and grabbed her shovel before pushing the car door open and beginning to hack at the snow burying the front door.
Once she got through enough of the snow, she pulled the door open, thankful that she had left it unlocked the last time she was there. She stepped inside and rubbed her arms, trying to get warm. The inside of the house was no warmer than the outside, but she was thankful for the reprieve from the wind.
She quickly made her way downstairs into the basement where the machine sat in front of her, wholly untouched since the last time she had used it. She stepped inside, one hand in her pocket to ensure the box was still there, the other hand frantically pressing buttons, inputting the date: exactly 20 years before.
The machine whirred and shook as she pressed the “confirm” button. She held on tightly to the box and clenched her jaw. This had to work. If it didn’t, they were all doomed.
Finally, the machine settled and stopped. The doors opened, and she stepped out into the cold December air of the past. She slipped through the alleyways of the city, making her way to that damned familiar spot. Once she was in position, she crouched down behind a dumpster, watching the dark alley in front of her for movement.
After what felt like a lifetime, she saw the person she had come for make their way into the alley and crouch in front of the dumpster. With shaking hands, she removed the box from her coat pocket and opened it. Inside, she saw the knife, the one her brother had given her before she had moved to the city, telling her to use it only if she truly needed to.
Now seemed as good a time as any.
She took a deep, shuddering breath, then lunged forward, grabbing the woman in front of her. The woman struggled, trying to fight her off, but it was no use. She plunged the knife into the woman’s chest and held it there until the woman stopped struggling. She let the woman down to the ground gently and looked at her face. It was like looking in a funhouse mirror; the face that she saw was her own but twisted by grief and spattered in blood.
As she watched the life in the woman’s eyes⸺ her eyes⸺ drain away, she felt a piercing pain in her own chest. She looked down at her pale pink coat, which was now blossoming with crimson as she bled out. She knew that this would happen, but she hadn’t had time to completely prepare herself.
She fell back against the dumpster and watched as the body of the other her faded from existence. She struggled for breath as she heard footsteps approaching, as well as voices.
She could do nothing but watch as her brother appeared in the alley, holding his hands above his head, shaking in fear. She watched as he tossed his keys, his wallet, his watch, over to  the other man, the man that she would have killed to save her brother.
Tears rolled down her face as the man screamed at her brother, demanding more. He handed over his phone. It wasn’t enough.
She tried to scream as she heard the gunshot, but her voice got stuck in her throat. She watched her brother fall to the ground in a crumpled mess, his life fading as quickly as hers. She closed her eyes. All she could do was hope and pray that she had corrected her errors, that their deaths weren’t in vain.
As she felt herself fading from existence, she took one last look at her brother. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw him looking back at her. He reached out a hand to her.
She reached back.
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your tags for my bowling thing abt the mugger... i don't know how you did it but that was literally the direction I was thinking... like trevor keeps getting called on gavin over and over and eventually one day he's just like "what the fuck you guys? I'm not doing this!" and he just drops his knife, takes off his mask and shakes Gavin's hand just like "im so fucking sorry man" and the fakes just wonder how the fuck this dude had the nerve to quit right in front of them - he's gotta join them
Must have been sharing a braincell there for a moment, lol. I blame the musical, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about mugger Trevor since then. 
But I absolutely love the idea of Trevor just quitting in front of the fakes because he feels bad about constantly mugging the same person over and over. Like I can just hear his voice going “Come on, again?” and he just quits because he can’t do it anymore, he just feels bad for Gavin constantly getting picked on by the crew. 
And then Geoff offers him a job, you know because he’s impressed with his nerve and all, but he warns Trevor once he gets to know Gav better he’ll understand why they mug him all the time and why its a crew joke and he won’t feel bad anymore. 
But for the first few weeks I imagine Treh is supper nice to Gav and stuff because he does feel bad, but as he gets more comfortable in the crew he kind of lets that go and yeah he does understand the appeal of mugging Gav, but he certainly doesn’t do it nearly as much as the others (In part because it’s awkward calling your old boss to mug the same person you quit because of)
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Could you coninue your trio in love with the witch post is was so cute
Ask: Could you continue your trio in love with the witch post? It was so cute.
A/N: WOO-HOO! This is actually one of my more popular asks, so I’m both excited and nervous to do a Part 2. It kind of reads like a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure, so I’m tagging it as such. I hope it lives up to your expectations!
Read Part 1 Here: [x]
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You had chosen to make camp in the little town you had arrived in just hours prior. The night came fast, and while you were more than confident you could take care of yourself in fending off any thief or mugger, the continued sightings of Dracula’s night creatures caused you to exercise caution. You weren't making the same record time you used to, but it hardly mattered. It had been almost a year and still, you had no leads as to the whereabouts of your long-lost Aunt. You had practically lost all hope.
For dinner that night, you resorted to snatching some vegetables from a few family gardens. Normally you wouldn’t stoop so low, but your spirits had been in the dumps lately, so you didn’t feel all too regretful about any recent moral failings on your part. You missed your Aunt; and you missed the company, to be honest. It had been a while since you came upon any travelers, and most settled folk wanted absolutely nothing to do with you. Little did you know there were three very interesting individuals who had headed out in search of you. 
The trio was hot on your trail. They had determined you were stationed just outside of the last little town you had been spotted in. As a result, they had decided to split up in order to cover more ground. Trevor went southeast, Alucard went north, and Sypha went southwest.
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Southeast (Trevor):
You were positively exhausted. You probably shouldn't have been; you certainly hadn't been exerting yourself physically, but mentally and emotionally you were drained.
You really weren’t one for drinking, but at the moment you wanted nothing more than a cold drink to wash away the hollowness in your chest. But you couldn’t show your face in the nearby tavern. You knew the villagers were suspicious of you. That’s why you had to set up camp outside of town after all.
But you missed people, well you missed people-watching at least. Even though you could never be a part of them for long, people-watching was the closest you could ever come to being one of them. It offered you temporary relief from reality. In those moments you didn’t have to be a traveler, alone, wandering the Earth as an outsider; but instead, you were a visitor, wanted, and welcomed in these familiar places.
You watched from afar as the village’s lights grew more brilliant as the sky grew darker. You were almost consoled by the night, something you inherited from your Aunt’s side of the family you supposed. Her power waxed and waned with the moon, although she never wholly grasped why. ‘People are tied to different things,’ she had told you. What a pleasant little thought. Unfortunately,  you weren't tied to anything. You were alone and so terribly lonesome. ‘Perhaps, I’ll eternally be this way,’ you mused. Bleak thoughts continued swirling around in your head. As a matter of fact, you were so wrapped up in thought, you didn’t notice right away that a familiar presence had taken a seat beside you.
“A bit chilly for Spring, don't you think?”
You turned to and faced the stranger beside you. Except he wasn’t a stranger, you had met once before. There next to you sat Trevor Belmont, the last surviving son of the family Belmont. If circumstances were typical, you might have felt fear upon seeing his face; by contrast, you felt a warmth bloom up within your chest.
“I’ve been out in colder. You have too, no doubt.” You baited.
“Heh,” he let out a bitter laugh. “You could say that again. Although usually, I’ve enjoyed something to drink first, to keep me warm.”
“Well, if you’re looking for a drink, you best look elsewhere. If I had any on me I would’ve drunken it myself by now. Sorry.” He waved off your half-apology.
“‘S’alright. I’m probably better off without one anyway. Least that’s what Sypha keeps telling me.”
“The famed monster hunter has friends?” You asked, mock surprised.
“Don’t believe everything you hear. Not all the stories are true.” He rubbed his hands together in an effort to conserve their warmth.
“But some are?” You pried. He shrugged.
“More or less.” You were intrigued.
“Which ones?”
“Hmm?”
“Which ones are true and which are false?”
“Well, I can tell you one thing,” he said and retrieved something from his pack. “We don’t hunt half-witches, that’s for damn sure." You almost couldn't believe your eyes. There in Belmont’s hand was your sleeping roll. Or, at the very least, it was a sleeping roll.
“You laundered it?” You guessed, taking the item from him. “Wow. Thank you.”
"Actually,” sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his neck, “I kind of lost yours. This is a new one. I figured it was the least I could do.” You were so touched. No one had ever expressed such kindness to you before. It was almost too much.
“Why… why would you return it now? I mean, not that I’m not grateful; I am, truly,” you reassured him. “But… I was almost certain I’d never see it, or you again.”
“I would have given you the real thing back, but you were gone the next morning.” You blushed.
“I was… nervous.” You admitted. The Belmonts had a reputation that wasn't exactly compatible with all of your history, especially the time you had managed to spend with your Aunt. Had he been more vindictive, you could've wound up burnt at the stake. You couldn't risk it, so you didn't.
“Because of my family?” He asked rather solemnly. You nodded.
“Not the first time I’ve heard that.” You frowned. He sounded saddened. You didn't mean to offend him; you just wanted to explain your reasons for having hurried off. You certainly didn't think the same of him now. After all, he must have traveled halfway across Wallachia to return your possession to you. He couldn't be all that bad.
“I was wrong.” You gently placed one hand atop of his. “Please forgive me.”
He froze for a moment. You were worried you had somehow made the situation worse when a lazy smile broke out across his face.
“On one condition,” he announced and stood, ready to leave.
“What’s that?”
“You buy me a drink.” You chuckled at that.
“Aren't you supposed to buy me a drink?” He shrugged, kicking out the little campfire you had.
“Maybe. Probably. But I kind of prefer my way better.” You shook your head knowingly and gathered up what little supplies you had left. With your newly returned sleeping roll, your possessions (or lack thereof) no longer looked so bleak.
“Oh, I’m sure you do.” You teased. “And I would love to...” He smiled. “...That is if I had any coin on me.” His smile dropped.
“Oh you evil, evil woman.” You giggled.
“Not rethinking your half-witch policy, now, are you?” You taunted.
“Don’t push it,” he warned, although it was half-hearted.
You smiled. Even though you had barely been speaking a few minutes, part of you felt as if you had known each other for a lifetime. It was silly, but you didn't feel so lonely anymore.
Hmm... A witchling and Belmont… who would have thought?
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North (Alucard):
You figured you would continue North until you came across a place stable enough to settle down in for the night. Your Aunt was most likely long gone by now, and even if she was alive, you had no way of contacting her. You made camp near a small clearing with a pond of retention water. It was musky and murky but the ground a meter or two from it was dry; it would do for the night. 
After your campfire had been burning evenly for a while, you turned your attention over to the pond. You poked at your reflection, mourning the loss of your loved one when you heard a tree branch snap behind you.
You whipped around, your bow poised and ready to fire at an intruder but instead came face to face with… nothing?! You could’ve sworn someone was there a moment ago but when you looked, no one was in sight.
You kept a sturdy grip on your weapon and stalked towards where you heard the noise just a moment ago. ‘That’s odd,’ you thought. You scanned the horizon for movement but there wasn’t any. However, despite the lack of an obvious guest, you noticed a disturbing print in the mud.
‘What in the world?!’
It appeared to be a giant wolf’s footprint, but it was too early in the night for packs to be out hunting. And you had chosen your specific camp location, making sure to steer clear of any dens or caves that more than likely housed such fearsome predators.
If there was a wolf out there- you were in trouble. It had to have caught onto your scent, and if it hadn’t at first, your investigations towards it probably pissed it off. You were a sitting duck.
‘Fuck,’ you mentally cursed. The only thing you thought was to make a last-minute mad climb up the nearest sturdy tree. You weren’t certain wolves couldn’t climb trees, but you refused to give up and just accept your demise. If you were to go down, you were to go down fighting. You owed it to all the strong women who had come before you. They weren’t damsels in distress back then, and you certainly weren’t one now.
You sprinted like a mad man, you dropped your weapon to the side as you scrambled up the nearest sturdy looking tree. You probably looked like a cat trying to and failing to scale a vertical wall for the first couple of seconds, but eventually, you found your footing and managed to propel yourself upwards.
Settling yourself quite nicely on a thicker branch, you peered down at the forest ground beneath you and to your surprise, you came to find a giant white wolf staring right back at you. It couldn’t be helped: you froze. It was probably the closest you had ever come to death, now that you were thinking of it. Sure, you’d been in some tight spots before, but more often than not, you were the one helping people out of a jam, not the other way around. So of course when you needed help, you were stuck in a tree, all alone, with no one to save you. All in all, you were probably minutes away from being eaten by a wolf.
Except, the wolf didn’t appear to be all that aggressive? It almost looked amused as it sat there and watched you with it’s glowing amber eyes. It seemed to be taking you in, somehow. Almost as if there was a person deep inside there, silently judging your every move. And those eyes… seemed familiar? You could've sworn you’d seen them before. If only you could get a closer look. If only…
You yelped as the apparently not so sturdy branch gave way and tossed your ass on to the forest floor. You braced for the sudden impact and the sudden carnage that was sure to befall you when you heard… chuckling? 
“You make quite the impression. First giving a kiss to a total stranger and now falling out of a tree. I think your introductions are second only to Belmont’s.” A smooth voice spoke from where the white wolf once stood. In its place was a handsome man, with long golden hair, and the same hypnotizing amber eyes. 
“I’ve met you before,” you said. “You’re the stranger from Gresit… But, how?” You gestured to the scene before you. 
“You mean to tell me you haven’t the faintest idea?” He was teasing you again. 
“You’re not human,” you admitted. “I suspected something the first time we met, but I didn’t want to be rude.” Your eyes wandered to his chest, where that ugly wound once was. You demonstrated on yourself, tracing the aforementioned affected area. “How did it heal?” The inhuman stranger smiled warmly, his fangs showing peeking through the part of his lips. 
“It healed rather well thanks to you.” You blushed at his appreciation. 
“Oh, please,” you deflected, “I hardly did anything. If you were human, you most likely would have bled out, even with my help.” 
“But I am not human,” the stranger reiterated. “And you did help.” You smiled at him. Truth be told, you wished you had longer to speak with him at Gresit. You would be lying if you said you had not thought often about the blonde beautiful stranger on your travels. His energy was so conflicted at the time; you felt as if you should have done more to help repair his torn spirit. But at the time, you had a lead to follow, and your own problems took precedence. 
But now, here you were, your own problems might as well have been miles away, and his… seemed to have resolved somewhat. His energy still seemed wounded, but whatever desolation he might have held for his situation had faded. It made you happy, to think while neither one of your troubles seemed over, it was nice to be in a more secure space. Or at the very least, you were happy for him that he seemed to be in a better place. You on the other hand never did end up locating your Aunt; and at this rate, you had no hope left of doing so. 
“Did you end up finding your Aunt? The one you were looking for?” He asked. You shook your head ‘no’. “I’m sorry. Perhaps, in time, when the rest of… Dracula’s night creatures are gone, you can continue searching.” 
“I appreciate the positivity but it’s no longer relevant. If my Aunt was still in Wallachia, I would have found her by now, or at least, have found where she was previously. At this rate, I fear she may no longer exist.” 
“Did she belong to any particular coven?” He inquired. 
“H-how, how do you know?” You asked, taken aback. “I never told you she was a witch.” 
“I’ve met my fair share of witches. There is residual magic in your veins.” 
“Really?!” You exclaimed. Your parents had told you that you weren’t capable of magic. You realized they must have lied to discourage you from following in your favorite Aunt’s footsteps. But perhaps, this fellow, this supernatural stranger knew something you didn't. Perhaps he could help you reunite with your Aunt after all. 
“I’m sorry, I know this is awfully forward of me,” you started. 
“Even more forward than kissing someone you just met?” He teased. Your cheeks turned beet red. 
“That was different!” 
“Oh?” He challenged. “How so?”
“It was for luck!” You exclaimed, exasperated. 
“Indeed,” the dhampir agreed. “It brought me back to you.”
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Southwest (Sypha):
You were rather pleased with the location of your campsite. It was on even ground, and far enough away from any of the roads passersby used for travel. It even had a nice wide tree stump for you to sit on. You were all squared away for the evening, with no intention of going anywhere until morning.
However, you were so very downtrodden about your situation. You felt so depressed in fact, you didn’t mind sitting in the cold night air. Normally, you’d have a small fire going by now; but as fate would have it, the surrounding branches and kindling were still damp from the afternoon rain. You would have to just sit and tough it out for now. Perhaps it was for the best, after all, your recent dinner escapades seemed to tick the wrong people off. Laying low was your best option, so that’s what you did.
Nevertheless, you couldn’t stop the shivers that wracked your body every now and then. You knew focusing on the cold made the chill worse but what else did you have to think about? You supposed you could think about your Aunt, and how she was most certainly lost to you by now… The cold it was then.
Within an hour or so, you were shivering so often that your teeth chattered. It was probably for that reason that you didn't hear the sound of footsteps on soft ground as they grew nearer and nearer.
“Are you unwell?” A melodic voice interrupted your negative train of thought. You jolted, having spun around only to come face to face with the gifted young magician from before.
“I…” you trailed off. ‘And just what was she doing here?’
“I apologize for frightening you,” she gestured to the area next to you. “Do you mind if I join you?” You pursed your lips. Something felt off. But you nodded anyway. With the amount of power she possessed, it was in your best interests not to anger her.
“I thought Speakers traveled in groups?” You asked, shifting over a bit to make room.
“We do,” she answered. “But my Speaker family and I haven’t seen each other for a while.”
“Oh, um, I’m sorry to hear that. So you’re all alone?” She huffed.
“I am not ‘all alone’.”
“Oh.”
“I’m here with you.” You laughed at her very earnest answer. She was very much the same honest girl you’d begun to admire back at the marketplace. 
“I suppose you’re right.” You smiled, the sour mood you were in previously had seemingly vanished and all it took was one woman’s presence. “May I ask why you’re here?”
“Well, I’ve been on quite an adventure,” she started. “Of course, it might be too terrifying to get into details. I wouldn’t want to scare you.” You could tell by the tone of her voice that she was only teasing.
“I’m not scared,” you protested.
“But you were shivering only moments ago,” she countered. Now you were the one huffing.
“That was because of the cold, not because I’m scared. Besides,” it was your turn to tease. “With one of the most powerful mages in all of Wallachia, quite possibly the world, beside me, what do I have to fear?” Her warm cheeks turned a shade darker at your compliment.
“I never did get to thank you properly for that amethyst ring. Perhaps now that we’ve reunited, you will let me make it up to you.” She was persistent, you’d give her that.
“I already told you, you don't need to thank me. It suits you better. Where is it anyway?” You asked. Not that it was really any of your business. Once you’d given a gift away, it was no longer any of your business what the new owner did with said gift. Still, you hoped she had kept it. She seemed to really treasure it when you first showed it to her.
“It’s with my Grandfather for safekeeping. That’s actually a part of my story.”
“Ah,” you said. “I see. So this story of yours, does it have anything to do with me?”
“You do appear in it once or twice,” she answered. “But it would be better explained if I showed you.” You grinned.
“And how exactly are you going to do that?”
“By this,” she said, emitting fire from her hand. You knew she was capable of even greater magic. But still, you were awestruck. Magic and science were always such fascinating subjects to you; you couldn’t help but be drawn in by them. And there you were, seeing such wonderful magic up-close and personal. It was breathtaking, really.
“To keep you warm and to lead the way.” She stood, pulling you along.
“And just where is it, we’re going?” You wondered.
“I have a wagon you would be much warmer in”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. And it’s a much better place to tell a story,” she answered. “That is, if you think you can make it to the wagon without freezing.” You couldn’t stop the silly grin that made its way across your face.
“I think I’ll manage. But hey, if I don’t, I guess you’ll just have to hold me to warm me up.” The blush that flashed across her face was priceless. But she recovered from her surprise rather quickly. And in return, she said something to you, you never saw coming.
“I suppose I will. But you know,” she lowered her voice to a sultry whisper, “I do know of other ways we can keep warm.”
In the end, you were the one who ended up blushing the entire walk back.
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A/N: No, I have not forgotten about this blog. I’m just busy with a lot right now and don’t have much energy left over to be creative. However, asks are coming- slowly but surely.
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MY FAVORITE AH MOMENTS W/O R*an H*yw**d
Also keep in mind some of these moments i picked Bitch Face r*an may have been present for but this aint about his stupid ass. 
The straw bit on Off Topic
Fiona and Trevor’s “Look at us” “Look at us” “Look at us” in TTT
Drunk Jeremy inhaling helium, followed by Jack and Trevor on Off Topic
“Krusty KrAYAYAB!!!” TTT
Jeremy trying to slam his face through a table, followed by Michael doing the same thing
“my god…… the munchdew” “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” Minecraft: Skyfactory
Actually all of Simple Farmer Geoff from Skyfactory
Whatever those sounds were that Jack was making in the beginning of GTA video
Alfredo screaming as he continues to fall down a steep tube in a GTA race
DESTROYING THEIR OFFICE DEAR LORD
“How did he drown though?” “UNDERWATER, MATT!”
Anytime Fiona starts to RAGE in TTT (bonus if others join in)
The time Gav was the phantom in TTT and he kept dying and being brought back and Jack spitting water and then trying to catch it
Alfredo’s Magoo moments in Minecraft
Geoff laughing in the background of a video hes not in
Lindsay fucking around with Chef Mike on Harecore Minigolf
Lindsay fucking around in general
Gavin and Fiona playing Animal Crossing and laughing at the stupidest shit
The Fish Tempura incident on Wheel of Fortune
Lindsay’s reasoning for why her and Michael should have 4 kids
Geoff’s fucking ad reads (my favorite is 23&Me)
The whole thing during Push the Button where everyone especially Michael gets mad at Fiona because she said the best candy to get while trick or treating was lollipops
Matt’s fucking desk in the corner of the room
Anytime Millie is in a video
Everyone falling off the pink ladder during TTT and dying repeatedly because of it
Alfredo “the two-time champ” Diaz dying very early in YDYD 3
Gavin and Michael fucking up almost every game they play on Play Pals
RAY OR NO and then RAY OR NAY on Off Topic
Reddit Roasts Geoff
Gavin asking if someone could kill 20 cows with their bare hands and the proceeding so say he could rip out a cow’s veins by reaching into its neck
Ify’s narration during Let’s Roll Ave Caesar
The internet losing its shit when Jeremy shaved his head years ago
“We need a knife” Gavin comes back with a hammer
Griffin chain sawing the Off Topic table up
“How do I put the boat in the water??” “Right click you animal”
As of 2020, 8 years of playing Minecraft, certain people still do not know how to play the basics of this fucking game.
Honestly it took over 200 episodes for some of them to figure out how the compass worked. You know after they decided that the sun was setting in the wrong direction. (this was in 2016??)
Flynt coal still is a joke they make
So is Day 2
Whatever happened in that GTA lets play where someone called a mugger or a hit on someone and the game glitched and 50 guys showed up and lined up on the street below from where they were playing
Anytime Gavin gets mugged, it’s an old running gag but it’s a classic
The time a mugger fucking started driving the fire truck away after mugging Gavin with Michael and Jeremy still in the truck thinking the other is driving and it takes them like 2 minutes to realize what happened while Gavin’s yelling “come back”
They got a water jug and immediately started water boarding each other
“It pinged and went dingle”
“Hey Trey-Boi” “Hey Gay-Boi” Immediately realizes what he has said
Jeremy’s website puns
(OLD) Ray jerking off in the corner during a let’s play
(OLD) the world in Minecraft never loading and everyone screaming about as Geoff says its fine for him
Jeremy’s “I AM MONSTER TRUCK”
Jack taking AH to Disney……in Minecraft
On Twitter, Gavin asked about recommendations for a computer mouse and Fiona starts sending him pictures of actual mice.
“Its not ghey, if its on the moon”
Literally anything Fiona does as Po
Jeremy saying the heterosexual flag is boring
UNO THE MOVIE!
Geoff fucking cackling the whole time.
“here’s looking at you kid”
the video was almost 3 hours long
“you know what my favorite color is? blue” “oh really? You know what my favorite hand is? Yours
They all want it to end but no one wants to lose and so they fuck each other and that prolongs the game. Also they put on more rules, so they just keep getting more cards if they don’t have a card to match the previous
Alfredo saying he won’t participate in ghost hunter because he knows what happens to people of color in horror movies
Fiona walking in on Off Topic with a protein shake and Gavin asks if shes drinking milk and she says without missing a beat “ah no that’s cum” and everyone laughed not expecting the answer
(OLD) “SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER” *falls in hole*
(OLD) Ray and Gav running in a panel dressed as X-Ray and Vav and Ray running the whole way around the room before he got to the stage
Duck taping Jeremy to the wall
(OLD) All of Minecraft Episode 3 Plan G (This was the very first AH video I watch and why I know who they are)
Geoff and Gav creating Achievement City and giving everyone houses just to prank Jack into burning house down with lava.
Ray’s house is a dirt block with no furniture and single torch
Geoff’s giant ass house next to Ray’s tiny house
Jack tries to destroy everything with lava throughout the episode
“lets be honest, I realistically didn’t lose anything”
Michael stealing art from Gav’s house “NOO! I want nice things”
The sign to Michael’s says “Awaiting Approval, Awaiting Approval, Awaiting Approval” he runs into house and say “I’m home”
Ray also steals this sign at some point
Plan G – The failsafe.
“Oh whats this? Is this a button? Whats this? (pushes button) Yeah it was a button”
“Did you push the button?”
“Yeah”
“okay”
“wh-what does it do?”
“uh…”
Cue Achievement City beginning to explode as Michael starts screaming
Rays reaction “NO, MY SHITTY HOUSE JUST GOT EVEN SHITTIER!”
Not something funny but something VERY IMPORTANT. AH admitting that they all fucked up and how shitty their behavior was when dealing with harassment in the fanbase. People were racist, sexist, homophobic, misogynistic, and just downright horrible to a lot of the employees at RT and AH. This came up after Mica Burton left the company and talked about it publicly and how nothing was done about it. Fiona who also experiences these same things, along with Lindsay and other employees, but Fiona took the charge on the Off Topic talking about people can’t continue to get away with that behavior. She got to sound off her feelings to a group of white men who all respected her and LISTENED to what was saying and how she felt. She cried; Geoff cried. They all want to do more, so this doesn’t happen in the future and they’re not tolerating the racist and horrible comments. AH taking a mature moment to talk about how they failed to stop these comments and Geoff was right when he said the company has a long way to go.
 Outside of AH each member has more to them than just all of the comedy and laughs and dumb shit they do
Geoff helped found Roosterteeth and Achievement Hunter. He has a beautiful daughter in Millie who is awesome in her own right. He’s a recovering alcoholic. Currently doing F**k Face podcasts. Was in the fucking army. Takes accountability for every mistake he makes.  
Jack also helped start Achievement Hunter. He does so much work for charity. His twitter is full of things to help people go vote. He’s like the dad to AH, especially Fiona. He’s happily married to his wife Caiti.
Michael was an electrician and has a lot of handy man experience. He made a few videos online about him raging at games and that got the attention of RT. He’s currently married to Lindsay who he met because of RT. They have two kids together.
Gavin is an expert at high speed filmmaking and know how use and edit footage from a slow-motion camera. He has worked on actual films. One of the creators of the Slow Mo Guys. Worked his ass off to get to work for RT. Currently dating model and cosplayer Meg Turney
Lindsay flips between being the mom of the group and a complete chaos queen and we all love her for it. She started as an editor for the RT podcast and then AH stuff. She is an incredible voice actor, most known for Ruby Rose (RWBY), Space Kid (Camp Camp), Hilda (Xray & Vav) just to name a few. She also has a degree in finance
Jeremy started as a fan who made videos on the community page. He took over Ray’s place after Ray left to do Twitch full time. He is a self-published author and a skilled rapper and singer. He’s currently married to his wife, Kat.
Matt also started as a fan making videos on the community page. He actually interacted and made stuff for the guys in really early Minecraft episodes. Seriously this guy is like king of Minecraft. He has a degree in electrical engineering. He also has pretty decent singing voice.
Trevor is THE BOSS. Has a degree in aero-space engineering and is getting paid to babysit AH. Currently dating Barbara Dunkelman, RTs queen of puns.
Alfredo worked at IGN before RT and is a well-known streamer. He is the best when it comes to first person shooter games. He and Trevor look so similar.
Fiona. Po. Her majesty. Host of This Just Internet. A Twitch streamer. Baby of the bunch. Grew up in Europe. Her and Gav act like a pair of siblings. She has stated and showed time and time again she will fight for people to have safe spaces for anyone who needs them.
Ify, our new guy. He is wonderful and I want to stay forever. He’s a comedian, a writer, and an actor. Co hosts F-ing Around with Fiona. Has his own film podcast, Who Shot Ya? I look forward to more content with him in it, cause everything he’s been in so far has been great.
 Were all hurting but well make it through this
We have all these wonderful moments and a lot more that I didn’t list and this incredible team of personalities with their own accomplishments and achievements. Not to mention old team members who were also great additions and the entire crew behind the scenes editing and making videos look the best that they can.
 Here’s to Achievement Hunter and to this community. We need to be here for each other in times like these.
@theonyxranger gave me the idea for this based on their own post they made about the fans giving their favorite moments without bitch face and there were just too many. Oop. 
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FAHC au where Trevor starts out as the mugger who keeps mugging Gavin. He does it so many times successfully, and he keeps getting away with it so efficiently, that the crew is impressed. One day he makes the mistake of mugging Gavin when he was prepared for it and ends up taking a taser to the neck. The rest of the crew convince Gavin not to kill him, and Geoff offers Trevor a job.
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So, I thought of something...
I've watched the Acheivement Hunter musical, a fair few times now and I noticed something about the last song. You know that song that has the boys and Lindsay all dressed as their FAHC personas?
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Yeah that one! So it's a pretty badass song right? Amazing cinematography, incredible music and the lyrics, as usual, are brilliant. We all know this, that's why I'm not talking about that. Yet. Anyway, I wanted to focus on this bit.
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Rimmy Tim, one of my favourite of the FAHC personas (second to the demolition king himself). He is giving the briefing here, which is great. But who's missing?
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The Kingpin. The boss himself, Geoff fucking Ramsey is currently not present. No doubt dealing with some Los Santos thugs that overstepped their boundaries. But here's the things that caught me. Rimmy Tim is briefing the crew, in place of the Kingpin! Does this make Rimmy Tim second in command?!
This probably isn't such a big deal, but I find it to be a fun theory for the crew and it made me and my partner laugh when I noticed it. Still doesn't beat out the "Trevor was Gavin's mugger before joining the crew" theory😂😂
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Earth-82 Teams, Part I
i actually made this post forever ago but i decided to remake it, since i’ve since changed some backstories around!
The Justice League of America (Founders) 
Bruce Wayne (Batman) - Bruce witnessed his parents’ death when he was seven years old and after that he was put into the custody of Alfred Pennyworth (his family’s butler) and Leslie Thompkins (a doctor friend of Thomas’s). During his college years, Bruce sought out training so that he could eventually return to Gotham and attempt to eradicate crime. During this time, he joined the League of Assassins for a while and fell into a brief relationship with Talia al Ghul. He became Batman at 23 and adopted Dick Grayson a year later. 
Clark Kent | Kal-El (Superman) - Kal-El is the only biological son of Jor-El and Lara-El (nee Lor-Van), who was born during Krypton’s last days. Jor and Lara sent him and his older adopted brother Val to Earth, with the hope that they would be taken in by a human family who would raise him well. When they landed they were found by Jonathan Kent and Martha Kent (nee Clark), a childless couple. Martha convinced Jonathan that they should adopt the two boys, they eventually chose to give them the human names Clark Joseph Kent and Val Harold Kent, raising them as normal humans, despite their strange origins. He became Superman at 22, a few months after being employed at the Daily Planet. 
Diana, daughter of Hippolyta (Wonder Woman) - Diana, Princess of Themyscira, was Queen Hippolyta’s and General Phillipus’s oldest daughter. Made from clay, Diana is one of the results of multiple goddesses deciding to give Hippolyta her wish to have a child. Diana grew up semi-isolated on Paradise Island, surrounded by the Amazons but lacking company her own age, other than her twin sister Nubia. She was almost three thousand years old when Steve Trevor landed on Themyscira. After a series of challenges that she won, Diana was chosen as Champion of the Gods and left Themyscira with Steve. She helped end WWI but didn’t return to Themyscira at that point, because she had fallen in love with Steve. She stayed with him until he died, before returning to Paradise Island. She did this several more times and at one point brought a young orphaned baby girl back with her to Themyscira. Hippolyta chose to adopt the girl and raised her as Diana’s youngest sister. Diana chose the name Donna, in honor of a fallen friend. Diana became known as the Wonder Woman in certain conspiracy and history circles around the time of the Gulf War.  
Arthur Curry | Orin (Aquaman) - King of Atlantis, Arthur is the son of Atlanna, the former Queen of Atlantis, and Tom Curry, a human lighthouse keeper. He was raised in the surface world but was informed of his Atlantean heritage at a young age. His father got sick when Arthur was fifteen and, afraid, Arthur fled to Atlantis. Once there, he learned his mother was believed to be dead and that her husband (Orvax) had been made king. Arthur was welcomed to the kingdom, as a member of the royal family. Arthur was there for two months before Orvax was killed by a rampaging sea monster and the Council of Atlantis was split about who should inherit the throne, but ends up choosing his younger half-brother Orm, with Nuidis Vulko as his advisor. At first, Arthur seemed welcome at Orm’s side, but he was soon informed by a mute servant that Orm planned to have him killed. The servant, an Atlantean mutant named Dolphin, helped him escape and took him to the stronghold of the rebellion that she was a member of. He, with the help of the growing rebellion led by Mera of Xebel, overthrew Orm and Arthur - now known as Orin throughout the kingdom - took his place on the throne.
Kendra Muñoz-Saunders (Hawkgirl) - Kendra is the reincarnation of Chay-Ara, an Egyptian priestess of Isis who - alongside her lover, Prince Khufu, and a priest of Hathor, Hath-Set - found Thanagarian nth metal, which turned them into Thanagarian-human hybrids and made it so they would reincarnate each time they die. This lifetime Kendra is an archaeologist, along the vein of Lara Croft. On her twenty-first birthday, she received her first memory of her life as Chay-Ara and has since retrieved many more of both Chay-Ara’s and her other past lives. 
Barry Allen (The Flash II) - Barry Allen was destined to become the Flash, not that he knows this. When he was eleven years old Eobard Thawne traveled back in time from the twenty-fifth century and murdered his mother before disappearing again. Barry’s father was blamed for his wife’s murder and imprisoned for the crime, despite Barry’s protests. Barry was adopted by Jay and Joan Garrick, old friends of his parents. Barry is a certifiable genius and managed to graduate high school at sixteen. Barry went through college and got a degree in biochemistry and could have gone farther and become a renowned scientist but instead chose to become a CSI for the CCPD. Barry became the second Flash (though for about six months he was known only as the Scarlet Speedster) when he was twenty-two, due to a lightning strike which hit him and caused him to crash into a bookshelf of chemicals. Unknown to him, the lightning was actually the Speed Force choosing him.
Dinah Lance (Black Canary II) - Dinah is the eldest daughter of Larry and DeeDee Lance, born with a dominant metagene. The metagene activated during a traumatic childhood experience when she almost fell from a great height but managed to stop herself from hitting the ground with a powerful scream. Dinah grew up in Gotham City with her best friend, Zee Zatara. She was very close with her mom’s best friends, John Zatara and Ted Grant, seeing them as her uncles. When Dinah turned eighteen years old, she left Gotham and moved to Seattle, where she started college, joined a (pretty good) punk band, and became known as the “Lady in Black” - a vigilante that stopped muggers and rapists with a single scream and a few well-placed kicks. Little did Dinah know that she was following in the footsteps of her mother, the first Black Canary. 
Zee Zatara (Zatanna) - Zatanna is the daughter of Giovanni “John” Zatara, a golden-aged superhero called the Magician who had been a member of the JSA and was capable of some magic (a descendant of the Homo Magi), and Sindella, one of the last pure Homo Magi. Zee was born with magical potential the likes of which few could compare. Due to John being close friends with DeeDee Lance and Thomas Wayne, Zee grew up as a friend of Dinah Lance and Bruce Wayne. John decided to move to Europe when Zee was ten years old and while Zee lost contact with Bruce, she stayed close to Dinah. During her time in Europe, John sought out magicians to help train Zee. When she was eighteen, Zee decided to leave Europe (and her on-again-off-again boyfriend John Constantine) and move to Las Vegas to try and get a start as a stage magician, following in the footsteps of her father. 
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cool-loser · 5 years
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Fahc headcanon 3
When fahc Ryan first met Matt he threatened him with a knife but Matt told him to do it and threw Ryan off his rythem
Fiona didn't recognize Ryan without his whole vagabond get up and slapped him upside the head
Ryan is very upset that the crew no longer finds him threatening
Fiona found out from Alfredo that the guy she slapped was the vagabond and proceeded to freak out
Most of the crew have their own house but since they mostly stay at the penthouse (with the exception of Micheal Lindsay and ryan) they use them as safe houses
Alfredo has carpal tunnel so he's usual reserved for when the crew needs him for a sniper for the most part he helps with planning heist
Geoff has a farm out of state filled with chickens
Jack and Geoff have a few contacts with a gaming company that apparently use to be old friends of theirs
Before joining the crew Alfredo was once arrested for something Trevor did
Lindsay jeeps cutting the breaks on different vehicles, she once managed to convince Matt rig gavins plane to not take off so that it would just drive around uselessly
The mugger they send after Gavin isn't always the same person, but there are a surprising amount of repeats
Micheal met chef Mike while high jacking a plane he was on, they ended up befriending each other and chef Mike has been invited on heist
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majingojira · 4 years
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Batman Real-Time Aging Timeline
One of my fun hobbies is, well, a crossover universe where things age in real-time.  I’ve been working on a timeline involving masked vigilantism, and Batman is, of course, central to it.   Presented below is part of that rough timeline.  Things are still in flux, but understand that the primary sources for this are a few select crossover stories (IE: Batman & Captain America, Batman & Tarzan: Claws of the Catwoman, Batman vs Predator, Batgirl & Ghost, etc), and stories that involve real-time aging for the Bat-Family (IE: John Byrne’s Generations -- though even that is a bit weird).  And Pulps.  Lots and Lotas of Pulps.  Also, things are taken with a “Imagine trying to figure out what happened at Pearl Harbor when all you have to go on are the movies made from it” and most comics fall under the Michael Bay version.  
I’ll focus on dates of birth, mantel adoptions, marriages, retirements and the like, but I’ll also mention fun crossovers that occur along the way. Not all of them, but some.   So, brace yourself for weird.  But I did my best to include EVERYONE.  
1917 - Bruce Wayne born. 
1928 - Dick Grayson born. 
1929 - The Shadow saves the Waynes and their son from a mugger.  (Batman #259 - “The Night of the Shadow”) However, he only delays the inevitable as the Waynes are gunned down in front of the young Bruce who swears to never let that happen to anyone else. 
1930 - James Gordon, in an effort to clean up Gotham, takes to some mild vigilantism himself as “The Whisperer.” He does so for only a year before finding it too taxing.  Also: 
1931 - Barbara Gordon born. 
1937 - Bruce Wayne adopts the mantle of “Batman” to prey on the superstitions and cowardice of the criminal lot. 
1939-1945 - World War II
1939 - Batman/Tarzan: Claws of the Cat-Woman - Batman and Tarzan team up on an adventure.  A Wayne founded expedition to Africa was corrupted by Finnegan Dent (an uncle to DA Harvey Dent) and they looted ... Wakanda.  It’s Wakanda.  Sure, they don’t call it that, but Wakanda is already in the crossover universe, and how many bast-worshiping Egyptian civilizations exist in Africa?  One is enough.  Also, The Cat-Woman is a princess priestess of Bast stealing back the looted artifacts and uses a black leopard themed outfit for her escapades.  So, yeah, Catwoman is The Black Panther.  And she’s a dark-skinned African Woman named Khefretari.  The adventure concludes with her having to not use the mantle and ascend to kingship with the death of her father, but it is not the end of their story as she still has artifacts to return...
Batman and Superman meet for the first time. 
The Justice Society forms. As a social club for vigilantes and superhumans to unwind in.  They mostly share stories and shoot the breeze, but occasionally teamed up for larger missions, especially when America entered WWII. But it’s primary purpose is networking and recovery. 
1940 - Dick Grayson’s family is murdered in front of him.  Bruce Wayne adopts the boy and Dick soon joins Batman on his adventures as Robin the Boy Wonder.  
The Masked Vigilante Boom of the 1940s begins in earnest, with many people taking to vigilantism to battle crime. Black Canary and Green Arrow get their start among many others. 
1941 - Detective Comics #63 - Batman battles the master thief Raffles. 
1945 - Batman Meets Captain America - The Joker may be evil, but he’s at least not a Nazi! He ends up in a gulag for his troubles. He doesn’t find it very funny. 
1948 - The House of Un-American Activities starts to target Costumed Vigilantes.  The Justice Society disbanded in response.  Diana Trevor, Wonder Woman, starts working from inside the system to counter McArthy and J. Edgar Hoover.  Subtly and openly, be it the Holiday Girls (secretaries make excellent spies) or secretly abetting other superhumans. Still, most costumed vigilantes retire at this point.  As for the rest... Some are apprehended, others sign up with the government, and others still are killed in FBI Raids.  
As Superheroes are under fire from the government, several class-action lawsuits also hound more public figures of superheroes, and only a few survive with their reputations and resources intact. 
1949 - Dick Grayson goes to College (and later, law school).  
Khefretari/Selina Kyle finishes her mission and abdicates her role as Black Panther.  With the aid of Diana Trevor, she explains her situation to the UN world court.  In the end, she still serves some time for what she did (Colonizers gonna Colonize), but she is effectively let off with a slap on the wrist.  She did this to help mend the rift between herself and Bruce Wayne.  Doing so, however, removed her from the line of royal succession. Her brother, T’Chaka, father of T’Challa, becomes the next Black Panther.  Khefretari’s timing, however, could have been better, for you see ... 
1950 - Bruce Wayne marries Julie Madison.  
Bruce Wayne jr. born. 
Dick Grayson takes over as Batman II primarily with Bruce focusing a bit more on Family life.  However, he cannot leave it fully alone. 
Kathy Kane and Bette Kane attempt to help out their cousin Bruce on various cases, as Bat-Woman I and Bat-Girl I.  
1953 - Batman #253 - Batman and the Shadow meet as crime fighters for the first time. 
Kathy Kane and Bette Kane retire as Bat-Woman and Bat-Girl.  
1954 - Batman #259 - Batman and the Shadow meet again. 
Barbara Gordon is off to a party, and her own “Batgirl” costume gives her a minor edge when she stops a crime in progress. Thrilled with the idea, she begins to operate as Batgirl II.  Eventually getting Dick and Bruce to agree.  Because she will not take ‘no’ from either of them. 
Sandra Wu-San a.k.a. “Lady Shiva” is born. 
1955 - Julie Madison and Bruce Wayne divorce. Even married, even with family, Bruce is a might obsessive with this vow of vengeance.  
At this time, Bruce Wayne begins matching his wits against a man the comics report to be “Ra’s Al Ghul”, the Demon’s Head. He is also known as The Devil Doctor, Fu Manchu.  
Khefretari/Selina Kyle is now a free woman. 
1957 - Bruce Wayne marries Khefretari/Selina Kyle.  Helena Wayne born.
1958 - Batman: The Brave and the Bold “Trials of the Demon!” - Batman is summoned back to the 1890s by Jason Blood for help escaping being blamed for occult crimes.  Jason is subdued, but Holmes and Watson are there to help Batman adjust and rescue Jason Blood/The Demon Etrigan from the forces of hell itself. 
1959 - DC Comics: The New Frontier - The Centre attacks. 
Diana Trevor works out a government organization to better employ multi-mystery-man operations in the future with her at the head and thus limiting access to their identities or technologies by the other branches.  This is often called “The Justice League” or “The Avengers” among other things.  The laws about costumed vigilantism are changed somewhat.  The short of it is, Good Samaritan Laws apply now to people in masks, but vigilantism is still illegal.  Most Superheroes work either for government agencies or are deputized by such, work as private investigators, or bail bondsmen.  Some still act independently of that, but again, Good Samaritan laws apply. This is why the “No Killing” rule became so common in superhero stories at this time.  
1960 - Dick Grayson marries Barbara Gordon. They have a son, James Grayson.  
1961 - Birth of Jason Todd. 
1964 - Dick and Barbara Grayson’s second son, Dick Grayson Jr, is born. 
1966 - Batman/The Green Hornet - “A Piece of the Action”/“Batman’s Satisfaction”
1971 - The New Scooby-Doo Movies “The Dynamic Scooby-Doo Affair” - Batman and Robin meet Mysteries Inc. 
1973 - Barbara Grayson christens Helena Wayne as the new Batgirl (Batgirl III). Barbara Grayson refines the “Oracle Database”
1974 - Dick Grayson is critically injured on a case and retires as Batman.  Bruce Wayne Jr. becomes Batman III. 
Detective Comics #446 “Slaughter in Silver” - The new Batman crosses paths with The Shadow. 
1975 - Jason Todd is taken in by Bruce Wayne jr. 
1975-1984 - The “Biomega” War. 
1977 - Khefretari is nearly killed after suffering blackmail. Helena is incensed by this and becomes the Huntress to reflect her darker outlook. 
Batman Family #18 “A Choice of Destinies” - Helena Wayne joins the Lawfirm her family runs: Cranston, Grayson, and Wayne.  Founded by Bruce Wayne (Batman), Dick Grayson (Batrman II) and Lamont Cranston (The Shadow). 
1978 - Stephanie Brown born. 
1979 - Jason Todd starts college, Dick Grayson Jr. steps up to become Robin IV while he’s away.  Jason is ... a little annoyed at this, but doesn’t speak up about it. 
Tim Drake is born to Jack and Angela Drake.
Formation of The “New” Teen Titans, the prior group being a publicity op and little else.  The members are gathered by Raven, a sorceress daughter of an extremely powerful demonic entity (The First? Nyarlathotep?).  They include a Founder alien living on earth known as Garfield Logan or “Beast Boy”, Dick Grayson Jr. as first Robin IV and then Nightwing I, Kori’ander a.k.a. Starfire (a Vigori of Oden’Tall), Victor Stone a.k.a. “Cyborg” (a more severe cyberization given to a high school senior after a terrible accident than that of Steven Austin), and the amazonian handmaiden to the royal family known as Troia or Donna Troy/Wonder Girl. They are ‘supervised’ by Wally West a.k.a. The Flash III.  
1980 - Barbara Gordon survives an assassination attempt, but is left paralyzed from the waist down.  
The Oracle Database becomes the Oracle Network.
James Gordon sr. is tortured and nearly killed by the same assassins. 
Helena Wayne marries Santo Bertinelli, a young man born into a Mafia family who turned on them out of a sense of justice.  Helena Bertinelli Jr. born. 
Batman vs. The Incredible Hulk: The Monster and the Madman 
1981 - Fu Manchu/Ra’s Al Ghul meets his final end. Several groups spawn from the dissolving of his group, and others expand their bases of operations with the power vacuum established.  These include the Atlas Foundation, The Hand/The Foot, the League of Assassins, and the League of Shadows. Bruce Wayne and Khefretari fake their deaths to lead one of those splinter groups (after a Lazarus dip) in secret and try and turn the network towards good.  
Bruce Wayne Jr., Batman III, forms a covert band of metahumans dubbed “The Outsiders,” consisting of himself, chemical shifter Rex Mason (Metamorpho),  Geokinetic Brion Markov (Geo-Force), martial artist and enchanted weapon wielder Tatsu Yamashiro (Katana), atomic mutant Gabrielle Doe (Halo), Psychokinetic Emilia Briggs (Looker), and Electrical Mutant Jefferson Pierce (Black Lightning).  others join or leave over time, the team operates for a few years before disbanding. 
1982 - Jason Todd is killed in action.  Talia Al Ghul/The Daughter of the Demon, steals his body and revives it to begin twisting him into a weapon against the Wayne family that helped kill her father and leave Si-Fan in tatters.  Dick Grayson Jr. becomes Nightwing I. 
1983 - Cassandra Cain was born to “Lady Shiva” and David Cain. 
1984 - Carrie Kelly becomes Robin V to Bruce Wayne Jr.’s Batman III.
Spider-man and Batman: Disordered Minds
1985 - Batman and Spider-Man
1986 -  Detective Comics #572 “The Doomsday Book”  - Batman III (Bruce Wayne Jr.) and Robin V (Carrie Kelly) join Ralph Dibney (The Elongated Man) and aged private eye Slam Bradley on a case that takes them to London to prevent the assassination of Queen Elizabeth by Edgar Moriarity.  Mary Jane Watson-Parker is on the scene, herself a descendant of Doctor John Watson (and Red Sonja of Hyrkania), just in time for all to me the 132-year-old Sherlock Holmes as he helps ensure Edgar’s capture. Peter Parker, also on the scene as himself, learns that he is also a descendant of the Moriarity’s. Holmes gives the couple his blessing.
1987 - Dick Grayson Jr marries Kori’ander/Kory Anders/Starfire of Oden’tal.
1988 - Mar’i Grayson of Earth/Mary Grayson is born. 
1989 - Helena Bertinelli Sr. retires as Huntress.  
1990 - Harley Quinn first appears as the Joker’s go-to henchwoman. 
1993 - Damian Wayne born to Bruce Wayne Sr. and Khefretari.
Dr. Pamela Isley makes a bargain with the fae realms and becomes a creature of fairy similar to a Dryad. She is known only as Poison Ivy. 
1994 - Carrie Kelly becomes the “heroic” Catwoman in part to counter all the “Pretenders to the Throne” as it were (and to stop the Helenas from killing them outright for the insult). She also starts operating heavily within the Oracle Network, being groomed by Barbara to be her replacement. 
1995 - Tim Drake becomes Robin VI.  Stephanie Brown becomes The Spoiler.
Poison Ivy takes in Harley Quinn and helps her recover from the abuse the Joker heaped upon her or at least tries. She is kept as a ward of the fairies and has an extended life span as a result. It still takes her over a decade to get over “Mr. Jay.”
1996 - Carrie Kelly takes over the Oracle Network's primary leadership role. 
1998 - Helena Bertinelli Jr. takes up her mother’s mantle as Huntress.  
2000 - No Man’s Land begins. Cassandra Cain becomes Batgirl III.
2004 - Bruce Wayne Jr. starts working in an armored “Beyond” Batsuit. Tim Drake changed his costumed and started to be called “Red Robin” to his annoyance.  Jason Todd Attacks.  Cassandra Cain manages to annoy the editors of DC Comics.  
2005-2015 - The Biomega Menace trickles through with various attacks until it comes to a head in 2015 when it revives the Centre.  The beast is destroyed, ending the Biomega threat...for now. (Atomic Robo and the Ring of Fire, Pacific Rim)
2005 - Bruce Wayne Sr. and Selena Wayne recruit Cassandra Cain among others for “Batman Inc” to help them take down the other Si-fan factions, in particular, the League of Shadows which followed Cassandra’s mother, Lady Shiva (who could care less about it, but her uncontrollable force-of-nature like movements were throwing everything into chaos).  Cassandra adopts the identity of “Hei Bianfu” (Black Bat) or just “Batman of Hong Kong.” 
Damian Wayne is sent to live with the rest of the “Bat-family” to hopefully temper the bad influences still remaining around his parents that had seeped into the boy’s development. 
Kate Kane becomes Batwoman II. 
Stephanie Brown becomes Batgirl V.  
2010 - Tim Drake starts taking over as Batman IV.  
Cassandra Cain becomes Nightwing III.
2011 - Tim Drake weds Stephanie Brown.  Cassandra Cain lives with them.  Their relationship is the stuff of tabloid platinum.  
2013 - Luke Fox joins the American Batman inc. as Batwing II. 
2014 - Duke Thomas starts leading the Robin gang, to Damian’s irritation.  Of the group, Terry McGinnis, Harper Row, Riko Sheridan, and Isabella Oritz, along with Duke, do eventually meet Damian’s exacting standards.  Eventually.    
2015 - Duke Thomas becomes The Signal. 
Night of the Monster Men: Gotham is threatened by a fierce attack from Biomega under the control of a man invoking the name of Hugo Strange.  4 of the monsters are unleashed, several of them also carry a variant of the Insania Virus in their blood and viscera.  When people are exposed to it, it drives them to high aggression or even transforming them into hideous beasts.  A cure is quickly deduced, and Hugo captured.  The Bat-family during this crisis consists of Timothy Drake (Batman IV), Cassandra Cain (Batwoman III), Stephanie Brown (Nightwing IV), Sin Lance (Orphan--visiting from the Arrow family), Tiffany Fox (Spoiler II), Duke Thomas (The Signal), and a being referred to as “Clayface” (Identity currently unknown). 
2020 - Damian Wayne takes over as the primary Batman, but also dons the Nightwing attire because he likes it.  Terry McGinnis and Duke Thomas share roles as “Batwing” or “Batman Beyond.”  Cassandra Cain is known as simply The Batt. Stephanie Brown as Nightwing IV, with Tiffany Fox as Batgirl V. Harper Row mostly operates behind the scenes, but has the identity of “Bluebird” to help when it's needed.  Tim Drake is fully entrenched as part of the Oracle network.  Riko Sheridan and Isabella Oritz share duties as Robins.  
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shadeofazmeinya · 5 years
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I like the idea of anyone looking for the Responsible Adult in the crew. Surely it must be Geoff right? Keeping his crew in line? Nope he just asked somebody to call a mugger on him to see if they’d get him in the pool. Jack is always seen as the crew mom, maybe she- oh no she’s helping Gav get his bike out of a tree using a jet. Trevor! He must be- Trevor’s testing their security by ramming into the doors. They look to Matt, Matt slowly shakes his head. No adults, no responsibility, only chaos.
Oh there is absolutely no Adult in the crew. They all contribute to chaos and mayhem the same. There is only disaster to be had, no one could actually control them all. But it works better than way because when something bad does happen, they can all come together and actually work on fixing/saving. Though they can only do that when its truly needed. Not just when Geoff is begging them to pay attention during new heist planning
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lily-the-leopard · 4 years
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Okay but did anyone notice that the mugger was trevor??
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fuckyoucanada · 5 years
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this is longer than expected
So kind of FAHC thing but not? Where in they all have superpowers and are heroes. Except Ryan. Who is an unwilling super villain.
Ok so Ryan would like it to be known that he is NOT a super villain. He is a mercenary that is being falsely accused! He uses the moniker Vagabond for mercenary work and gets hired to kill some rich lady. So he does. And it turns out that the rich lady was the mother of the local super hero. Ryan doesn’t particularly care but then the hero gets a hold of one of his business cards (what? They sounded like a good idea at the time) that has a simple broken crown on it. So now the hero is like “some evil doer known as the MAD KING has killed someone precious to me. They are my ARCH ENEMY” and Ryan wants NONE OF IT. Suddenly the hero is showing up everywhere trying to fight him and stop his evil plans and Ryan was at the store. Trying to buy milk. It gets so bad that Ryan’s like fuck it. I’m moving
So he moves to los santos. The city is a cesspool of crime so he shouldn’t run into any superheroes there right?
Ha
The first week he’s there he gets cornered in an alley by some muggers. Now Ryan isn’t scared. He’s the vagabond these guys can’t do anything to him. But then suddenly his vision is fill d with bright spandex and he almost has a god damn heart attack.
Insert Gavin, aka the golden boy, a superhero who can manipulate light to shine like a fucking gold bar. Ryan is unimpressed. Gavin “saves” him and then a second hero shows up to save them both when a third guy comes up behind them. The guy touches the muggers gun and it instantly turns to dust (Michael, or mogar, can touch something and deconstruct it into dust. He can also make things explode but Geoff always yells at him about civilians and shrapnel so he steers clear of that part of his powers).
Ryan leaves while the two heroes yell at each other over something stupid.
He’s heavily reconsidering staying here when he goes to the store and then someone comes I and starts to rob the place. Cue ANOTHER encounter, only this time it’s with the orange and purple monstrosity that is rimmy Tim. Who can apparently turn his body into a viscous consistency???? And stretch??? Or, as Ryan also sees, toughen his skin to near steel and bunch a guy right in the face. When the tries to make a run for it, a tall guy drops from the ceiling and fucking SPITS on the floor. The robber steps in it, is instantly stuck to the floor, and falls face first (Trevor usually doesn’t go out, his super power of sticky secretions not exactly fun, but Matt ate something while in his wolf form and got food poisoning so he’s just doing what he can to help.)
Ryan leaves through the back.
He’s almost convinced himself that it’s best for him to move on when he runs into a third dynamic duo and promptly wants to shoot himself. He doesn’t even know who they’re fighting or what they’re trying to stop. All he knows are that one of the heroes seems to have tattoos that are peeling off of his skin to fight someone and the second is controlling a random ass Palm tree in the middle of the street to whack some asshole on the head.
He almost want to go back to liberty city after the chaos he has witnessed within TWO WEEKS.
He needs to relax so he goes to a small book shop in a part of town that’s not that’s bad. He just wants to sit at a table with a Diet Coke and read a god damn book. Except he hears a familiar squawk and lo and behold, the fort hero he saw is over in the corner, being yelled at by a man with a familiar irritated voice. They’re joined by a short buff guy, a man covered in tattoos, and then a woman in a Hawaiian shirt.
Ryan can’t believe his luck. Did he somehow gain an extra power of fucking shit luck!?
He somehow gets drawn into the conversation and while he hates the fact that he knows what their day job is, he finds himself liking the group. He knows there’s more to their group (sticky spit is missing for one) but Michael mentions a wife that Ryan is almost positive was the lady throwing dark magic around to save a kitten stuck in a tree on his tv this morning.
He hates how attached he becomes in such a short amount of time. Months pass and Ryan fakes ignorance when it comes to what they do. He also gets even more anal about what targets he’s killing because he doesn’t want to accidentally kill one of his new friends family members. That’s just not on.
and then his worst nightmare happens: the hero he was running from? SHOWS UP IN LOS SANTOS.
Now he has not only that psycho after him (when hes in his vagabond gear), he also has his friends who dont know its him under the black skull mask. He never goes looking for trouble, he is just out doing his job and is then cornered which results in him running away. a lot. he used to fight back in liberty city but that just gave credence to the idea that he was a super villain (which hes not; super villains try to take over the world and ryan has never made any attempt! hes thought about it but thats beside the point).
plus he doesnt want to fight his friends. he actually likes them. cue shenanigans as they chase him through the streets.
something happens during one of these chases where ryan gets life threatning injury and the heroes think hes dead. except, ryan gets up with a HOLE IN HIS CHEST and flees the scene.
because ryan also has a power; immortality (deadpool flavored: he cant die. u can cut off his limbs and they just regenerate. so his power is more like weird regeneration than anything, but he thinks immortality sounds cooler).
and then i never really thought about what happens after but yeah that^
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A Heroes Welcome.
Summary.
Who is there after the bullets have stopped and the cameras are no longer rolling? 
Companion piece to Shattered. Occurs before the events of Reflections.
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She’s the poster child for Overwatch, just about everyone knows her name or her face. Over the years, public opinion had slowly turned against the organisation, giving way to protests that on occasion had turned violent and eventually the PETRAS act. It had been a few years, give or take a few months since the fateful day Watchpoint Switzerland had been reduced to a crater. Since then new information had come to light about corruption and the legacy Overwatch had left behind was far from unsullied. For days headlines dominated the big screens in Piccadily Circus, now it had given way to holopad news sites on the subway, people often discussing, over coffee or on their daily commute, some new thing Overwatch had done or one of the agents had said. Others sat in pubs watching the wide screen telly, vocally passing harsh judgements and nasty comments, much like they had done when Dr Angela Zieglar, ashen faced and with black circles under her eyes from exhaustion, as the most senior living member of the team, had been forced to give evidence in a tribunal about Overwatch’s dealings, televised from The Hague. Now the ex-Overwatch agents were scattered all over the world. Some had taken strides to move forward, to attempt to rid themselves of Overwatch’s far reaching shadows. Others, such as Winston and Lena, had not been so lucky. Being the name and face of the once respected peace keeping force, had its draw backs. .
One such day, Tracer and her girlfriend, Emily are nestled in a high backed booth at the King's Head trying to have a spot of lunch and a pint. A group of drunken punters, in football jerseys were waiting for the match to start, only for a fresh news bulletin to come through, the sombre BBC news anchor and a political 'expert' are debating whether oversight of Overwatch should have happened sooner. A collective groan rings out and the group began to rowdily debate how useless or oppressive they had been. The war is over, don't you know? They are a relic of an old time, who did they think they were pontificating about right and wrong when all along they had been corrupt to the very core?
The footage of Numbani plays over, of Tracer flickering in and out of existence.
A guy barks with laughter, not knowing that within ear shot sits Overwatch's chipper mascot.
"The silly cunt got what she deserved!"
The barman's eyes dart over to land on Emily.
"Leave it out, Trevor."
One bloke fakes a high pitched girly scream, whilst another attempts a roar beating his chest like King Kong.
"I bet you, she fucks the gorilla."
"That's enough!" The barman shouts, his eyes once more flickering in Emily's direction. "I wont have that sort of talk in here. It's a family establishment."
Tracer’s knife and fork hovers in mid-air at their cruel words, they don't know or maybe they just don't care that good agents risked their lives for the peace they take for granted and that some of those agents didn’t return. And as her cutlery hovers, her face falters a little. Emily reaches out, with a soft hand on Lena's trembling one.
“Dont listen to them.”
Tracer flashes a weak smile, nodding,
“I know, I shouldn’t." Carefully placing her knife and fork on her makeshift napkin, she slides out of the booth. "...... I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
In the bathroom, she splashes water on her face and tries to dab it dry with a paper towel, her gaze lands on newspaper and magazine cut outs, stuck to the wall, of her and her team mates with lewd comments attached, or defaced with devils horns, eyeballs scratched out and bulls-eyes over their foreheads.
“Whore!” ‘Death to Ow!’
It takes all her strength not to cry on her way back to the booth. She tells Emily about the graffiti, who tries to make her laugh by showing her one she found on the subway of a flying overlord Mercy, with ridiculously large knockers, shooting lasers out of her eyes, incinerating teeny tiny stick figures who were gripped in chaotic panic.
“I’m going to send it to her.”
Lena giggles,
“You would never!”
“I’mma gonna do it.” Emily playfully threatens.. Pressing the button, she proudly grins. “Sent!”
Slipping the phone in her pocket, they prepare to leave. Emily goes to pay the check and the group of punters are still griping about Overwatch except this time their conversation has taken on a blue hue, discussing loudly who they would and wouldn't fuck. As Emily accepts her change from the server, she sees Lena waiting by the side door, cheeks aflame, her head hunkered down into her shoulders like a turtle in an attempt to make her already tinyself as small as possible.
This woman, who was sweet and kind and goofy, this woman who didn’t think twice about throwing on her jacket and guns the first second she heard on the police band radio that people might be in trouble. Who wouldn’t think for a second not to blink through a burning building. Who wilfully stopped muggers on the street and believed that there was good inside people, even if it needed a little coaxing. This woman couldn’t sit down in the home city she had saved on numerous occasions, to a nice plate of fish and chips in peace?
Collecting her change, she walked past the punters only to hear one of them loudly exclaim,
“I’d bend that Tracer over, and I’d Slipstream something into her.” The rest of the group broke into gales of laughter as he gestured with a thrust of his hips
Incensed, Emily whirled round, only for Lena to grab and gently tug her sleeve,
“It’s alright, Em....”
“But, Lena.. It’s not.”
“Leave it off... No point making a fuss. Just a bunch of lads having a laugh. No harm done, eh?” Once again she flashed that altogether too bright and brittle smile..”It’s part of the job, innit? Being famous an all that!” She gave a toss of her head in an attempt to dislodge a lock of hair out of her face.” I’m used to it.”
At that, something inside Emily broke.
“Lets go home.”
As they stepped out onto the overcast streets of London, she slipped her arm through Lena’s in a bid to get closer and glean some of her warmth. Maybe it was the chronal accelerator or maybe it was just Lena, but she somehow always seemed toasty, and Emily was often left wondering how the ex-pilot could run about in leggings and a blue zip up hoodie. Lena walked with her hands shoved in her pockets, and her head bowed in her blue hood. As they meandered down the street, Emily’s phone pinged. Fishing it out of her pocket, she quickly swiped right, reading the message she giggled, bringing Lena out of her morose mood,
“What?”
“It’s Angela.”
Lena’s eyes lit up slightly,
“Lemme have a look.”
It was a photo of a disapproving Angela, a goofy Fareeha, bent double, laughing in the background with the caption.
‘I know at least 6 ways to kill a man, undetected. They won’t find your body for days.’
As if sent by vengeful gods, the heavens burst, huge globular raindrops battering the pavement, the sort that if one hit you it would drench you to your skin. With a squeal, the two girls dashed to a nearby doorway, taking refuge in the wide awning of what used to be a bank. A small girl clutching her mother’s hand, blinked and gasped. Her eyes going wide at the sight of Tracer.
“Mummy!” The little girl excitedly tugged on her mother’s hand. “Mummy, look!”
The mother distractedly engrossed in her phone, replied,
“What is it darling?”
“Mummy, look it’s Tracer!”
“Dont be silly dear”
“It is!” The little girl pulled a little harder.
The mother looking up from her phone, glanced at Emily and Lena before doing a double take.
“Cheers love,” Tracer saluted cheerfully, “The cavalry’s here.”
The little girl squealed in delight, vibrating, like she had her own mini chronal accelerator. Lena crouched down so they could both be eye height,
“What’s you name?”
“Poppy.”
“That’s a really pretty name. And what do you want to be when you grow up.”
“Just like you.” She grinned a gap toothed smile. “Mummy can we have a picture?”
“No, dont bother the lady.”
Looking up from her crouched position, Lena smiled,
“It’s no trouble at all.”
Pulling her daughter a little closer, the mother tersely replied,
“I’d rather not.”
“But Mummy!” Came the high pitched, upset whine.
Lena turned her attention back to the little girl. Straightening her lapels, she said in mock seriousness,
“Dont ever forget, the world could always use more heroes.”
She winked.
The little girl puffed out her little chest, nodding, attempting a little salute of her own.
“Come along Poppy.”
“But Mummy!” The little girl began to protest.
“Be a good girl, Poppy," Lena encouraged in her bright cockney accent, "And listen to your Mum, kay!”
The mother began down the street while the small girl reluctantly followed, waving goodbye enthusiastically to Lena, who returned the gesture. She remained crouched down, in the darkening early winter evening, on the grey busy streets of London, head bowed. Emily reached out a hand to rub her back, when Lena whipped round in a flurry,clinging to Emily for dear life, body racking with sobs. Wrapping her arms around her, she pulled Lena in close as she could, rubbing soothing patterns on her back.
“Oh Lena.” she sadly murmured.
She held her, in that doorway, in a city that wouldn’t be standing if not for Overwatch’s intervention.
“I’m sorry, Em.” Lena pulled back wiping furiously at her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie, “It’s just....”
Emily held her close, one hand stroking Lena’s cheek,
“Shush, it’s ok. I know. I know.”
“It’s just...” Lena started, before trailing off. “I...”
Emily took in the crestfallen look, her red rimmed, big brown eyes. Lena sucked in a sniff. Emily pressed a gentle, chaste kiss against her lips.
“It’s ok.”
She pulled her back into a hug, one hand cradling the back of Lena’s head as she sank back into her, hiding her face in the crook of Emily’s neck and green scarf. She held her, in that city bustling with people who had no idea of the sacrifice the woman in her arms had given so freely and with little expectation of anything in return. The two of them in their own personal bubble as the oblivious and often callous world continued around them.
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vagrantblvrd · 6 years
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I can see the new GTA V video happening in the FAHC so easily?
(spoilery bits under the read more)
Trevor brings in a drone B-Team put together for crew to be used in future heists and such? 
It has absolutely nothing to do with Jeremy’s love of the Twitch’s zap-drone in Rainbow Six Siege and drunken ramblings from him one night about how useful fucking fun it would be to have something like that.Or, you know. That time the crew was pinned down by the cops and there was an open window and wow would it have been great to zap one of those fuckers. (It also was not cobbled together from a drone they got at the local Best Buy and a zappy-zap they had laying around in some drunken bit of creativity, no.)
But they need to do a little test run because this is a prototype, guys, and no one’s sure how effective it would be in practice. If it works they’ll use proper funding to make one. (As in, no duct tape Probably.)
So.
They head out to the airfield and do the first test run with Gavin being volunteered - guy showed up fifteen minutes late to the meeting with Starbucks, so of course he has no idea what he’s in for. (The way the others can’t stop bloody giggling is a bit of a tell, though, and don’t think he can’t see Ryan checking his list of muggers to see if anyone’s available.)
And then the zapping commences and he’s like, “Ah, yes, should have known, really.”
From there it’s a matter of seeing how the strongly the zap affects people with of varying body weights and whatnot - pain tolerance, sheer pig-headed stubbornness and turns into them fucking around for the hell of it. 
Also, blimps show up at some point because why not, really.
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