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rose-blooms-red · 1 year
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“I want to work in Arkham,” is the first thing she says when he picks up the phone. “Why?” Bruce asks as she makes a cup of tea. “I wanna see what makes them tick,” she tells him. It’s been three years since Bruce dropped out of med school and fucked off on his world tour to find himself. They’ve kept in contact, as much as they can at least, which is admittedly still only once every blue moon.  But Harleen is licensed now and she wants, desperately, to get inside some of the Arkham patients' heads and take them apart from the inside to understand how they work. “It’s dangerous,” Bruce warns her. And she laughs.
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themessofthecentury · 5 years
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*internal screeching*
Hawks and Dabi are difficult to write my dudes. My only piece of sanity was lost long ago.
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rose-blooms-red · 2 years
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Kix is not bitter, he is enraged.
(or; Kix in the aftermath)
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rose-blooms-red · 2 years
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Do you love me? A child asks.
Of course I do.
Then why did you gift me your guilt? The child asks.
Because I had nothing else to give.
(or; a conversation is attempted)
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rose-blooms-red · 1 year
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Chapter 3: “It’s peculiar,” Krell says, “that something like you would be subject to a blessing by the Force.”
Hardcase freezes, manages not to choke on his panic but only barely. Glares even harder and wishes for some explosives or a blaster or something to wipe that fucking look off of Krell’s face.
“Though,” Krell continues, “maybe it is meant to be a punishment. CT-5196 surely thinks so.”
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rose-blooms-red · 1 year
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Oh heavy is the head that wears the crown, vod.
Or, Galle corrects, in this case; heavy is the head who has the highest rank.
(In which there are tribbles and trouble and Galle is enjoying himself very much.)
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rose-blooms-red · 2 years
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Commander Ponds prepares for a meeting.
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rose-blooms-red · 1 year
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In which Dick takes one step back and then 5 steps forward, conversations are had, an estranged friend appears, and Dick finally gets some Cuddles and non-stressful family time.
(Lets Gooooooooo Chapter 12 is finally up, after 10 months XD)
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rose-blooms-red · 1 year
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Hair Ties, or a lack there of.
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rose-blooms-red · 1 year
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Havoc falls asleep to the steady beat of Gree’s heart, and he dreams.
(Or; Havoc dreams like stars sing and finds his place in life long before the Jedi come to Kamino)
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rose-blooms-red · 2 years
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It’s so colourful, sometimes he still can’t get over that. Even when they made toys and blankets for the tubies after the battle of Kamino, it was always with whatever they had on hand, the black of blacks, the white of most of the fabric on Kamino, maybe the occasional blue or red, but nothing was ever colourful.
(or; Blitz and a moment of realization after the fact.)
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rose-blooms-red · 1 year
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Jason scoffs from near the exit, “Newsflash kid, it doesn’t belong to you. It’s mine, and the replacement’s, and the brat’s and even Spoiler’s now too. You don’t get dibs just because you decided you own it.”
And young Dick—
He bursts into tears.
And then promptly tries to attack Jason with trembling fists and screams that Tim doesn’t need translated to know mean something foul.
(or; when a young Dick Grayson appears in the cave, Tim and Jason learn what Robin really means.
It goes as well as one expects it to)
aka: In which Ro relearns how to write DC Fic XD
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rose-blooms-red · 11 months
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Therapy, memories, loneliness, an old friend, a baby brother, and a heartbreaking realization.
(Chapter 13 is here lets goooooo)
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rose-blooms-red · 2 years
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Ponds waits then, and Boba hesitates. Because Ponds would wait for however long Boba needs, wouldn’t say anything if Boba wasn’t ready to continue this conversation, would find some way to cheer him up and just quietly, or loudly, support him. Boba knows, because they have already done this dance twice before.
But this time—
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rose-blooms-red · 1 year
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WIP Wednesday
Because I am Very pleased with this part of the next fault lines chapter
When Dick is 9 and freshly orphaned and drowning in rage and grief and too many feelings for his nine year old body to comprehend, Bruce gifts him an entire gym that he can practice in. A whole, big, empty place he can fly until his emotions are small enough for him again.
He doesn’t understand why Dick, small and alone and missing the only home and family he has ever known, immediately bursts into tears.
He is inconsolable for hours until Bruce finally manages to pry out a few words from him.
“There’s no one to fly with me, I’m alone, I’m alone, I’m alone.”
Bruce doesn’t say anything, but later he will put Dick into tumbling classes and open gyms that are out of the way of nearly everything Bruce needs to do, and he will take Dick to every single one. Will take him even when there is no class planned as long as Dick walks up to him and asks him to. Will drop everything he is doing within reason and get in the car as soon as he can.
And when Dick flies inside the manor, Bruce never once forbids him from it.
It is these things, not Batman, that Dick slowly grows to love.
It is Bruce Wayne that Dick begins to trust.
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rose-blooms-red · 1 year
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“Have you considered actually making friends,” Harleen posits to the lump of a man on her dorm floor one day.
“Friendship is an unnecessary distraction when everyone is out to get you.” Bruce drones.
(or; Bruce and Harley's unlikely friendship told in parts.)
@withthekeyisking-writer
three years after initially starting it and then getting distracted by a different fandom, here it is, finally finished
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