#talia crane

[whatwouldvalerydo]

Lose stone

A letter is found by new tenants in a lose brick in the wall and within it, a confession lost in time.

“Darling, come here for a second.” She heard her husband calling from the upstairs bedroom he was repainting. As his wife entered the room, he turned to smile at her, pointing at a brick in the wall. Knocking on it, the sound came back hallowed compared to the rest of the wall, the man grabbing a screw driver to pry it open.

Layers of old paint and cement came undone, the brick falling to the floor, shattering on impact.

Inside the small space an envelope, stained from old age, peered back at them “Do you think it’s from the other tenants we bought it from?” the wife asked, a bit skeptical in retrieving the hidden secret just yet.

“It looks quite old.” Her husband answered, digging it out and holding it to the light “Should I open it?”

“I see no harm in it. Maybe it’s like a small story about one of the families that used to live here.”

The glue holding the paper together was dry, coming undone as soon as it was opened. Inside, the couple found a picture of a young woman smiling, a letter neatly tucked behind it. In neat cursive writing it wrote:

“I don’t know if your delicate claws will ever open this letter, let alone find it. Not after everything that has happened to us, around us, horrors that had stripped our souls and tore us apart. But even so, in the possibility that you might one day read it, I will write it.

To you, one last time, like we used to when we were young.

There have been few moments for us when there was not a care in the world. Yet, despite hating it for so long, I had always known loving you would always carry a certain weight. Your family name has always darkened the world, yet you created life and light out of it in more ways than one. Even now, when you are not my wife, when I catch a glimpse of you, never changing, always a perfect picture stuck in time and space, memories flood my senses.

You will aways be, exist, for your fierce soul will never know any bounds. You will fight until this haunted world stops existing and even then, or at least I hope by then, you would have found a way to bring everything back, to finally be happy.

I was not the one for you, I may have been for a moment, but years taught me that I was not enough. But you were always more stubborn than me, bent on creating the versions you saw as real inside your head. Maybe there is some madness to you, deep down, dark and raw, something drifting souls will not be able to understand.

Maybe you will find a similar one like you, to vanquish the world with, or to finally exist with, an unsettling sight that stirs even the coldest hearts. I have seen you become so much, turn tides as if events were nothing but what they were meant to be, passages of time. And like a statue of the finest materials, you stood and endured it all.

All alone.

Oh how I hated you for that. For still going, still moving, even in pain, never managing to sit still. Not even when you were to have a family, a husband at home and a child in your belly. Not after he was born, your body healed, eyes even more fierce than before. Protecting us against shadows, against a past that you could not erase.

Even I managed to overcome my fears, see them for what they were, fathoms of a child’s scared mind. But you, oh you, child of fire and fury, you went right back out and burned the world to ashes.

In a sense I am envious. So jealous that I will not be here to witness you and what you will become. To see your glory and the torment you could never let go of, yet would always deliver. A warrior, always a warrior, stoic, hardheaded in the worst of times, yet gentle and so fragile.

I loved you, I burned against your touch and continue to long for your warmth even years after all that happened. You, a partner, a friend, a lover, an enemy, all wrapped into one perfect beautiful smile.

I lost you before my inevitable time ran out. But I loved you, I still love you.

And I hope when years wash over you, that you will take time to look back once in a while and remember me, remember us that you will smile despite it all.

Love Talbott.”

(A letter lost in time, in the hands of strangers living in what used to be the Winger home)

#talbott winger #talia crane #hphm

[gaygryffindorgal]

hp ladies appreciation week: day 02

event by @endlessly-cursed​

favourite female mcs by others

artemis hexley by @the-al-chemist

artemis is such a well-crafted, complex character. i love her spirit, her compassion and kindness, but also her hot temper and tendency to get in (or cause) trouble!

odessa avery by @cursed-herbalist

she’s determined, rebellious, strong, and caring. she’s a force of nature and i love her very much. she’s also a part of my new favourite hp era... (i’ve only had ode for a little while but if anything happened to her i would kill everyone in this room and then myself)

dafne arcano by @kathrynalicemc

dafne has so much interesting lore and backstory around her but she’s where it all started! she’s an incredibly cool character.

evelyn brokenshire/hughes by @cursebreakerfarrier

how could i not mention one of my favourite brokenshires? i just love evelyn’s intelligence and drive to make a change in the world! she’s also cute as heck...

primrose gray by @endlessly-cursed

a staple of my favourite female characters list, prim is a juggernaut of a character with a lot lore and personality!

talia crane by @whatwouldvalerydo

when i was making this list, @potionboy3 reminded me of talia, and i had to include her. she’s multilayered, complex, and badass!

viveka raeburn by @potionboy3

gabriel would be nothing without his bff and better half. i love viveka’s storyline, she does terrible things but i can’t help but sympathize. my girl needs a break.

georgie parsons by @unfortunate-arrow

it’s definitely the oldest sister syndrome for me... i love georgie, she’s so caring and selfless but also headstrong and outspoken! not to mention the corgi!

#hpwomenaw #artemis hexley #odessa avery #dafne arcano #evelyn brokenshire #primrose gray #talia crane #viveka raeburn #georgie parsons #*mine

[lifeofkaze]

Ashes

The merriest of merry Christmasses to the Queen of Angst, the Empress of Smut, the Monarch of Sending-A-Chill-Down-My-Spine While-Chuckling-To Herself.

@whatwouldvalerydo, thank you so much for this year of friendship, inspiration, and kicking my butt when I needed it. Thank you for being there when I need a shoulder to lean on, and thank you for letting me be your shoulder as well. Your friendship is something so special to me, and I cannot wait to hug you as high as my little arms can reach and have you drink me under the table without so much as trying next year.

Crăciun Fericit! 🎄👑

A/N: Talia Crane belongs to my wonderful @whatwouldvalerydo Akira Crane belongs to @cursebreakerfarrier Warning: Smoking, world weariness, Takira

Christmas has drawn a glittering veil across the city. Everywhere I look as I make my way through the crowded streets there are lights - in the trees, on the buildings, the lampposts, mounted above the shops and streets.

It makes for pretty pictures, all these lights, almost enough to distract from the other things Christmas has brought. The stress, the hectic looks, the way people elbow each other aside to get the best pick of the presents, the last mug of willed wine, the warm spot close to a heating vent. Love your next as long as it doesn't hurt your own comfort. 

Merry fucking Christmas, indeed.

There's other things I see, too. Things that make me angry, but not in the same way. I see the tired faces of men leaving work after an extra shift, the sad eyes of children in hand-me-down clothes reflected in the storefronts they stare into, the desperate looks of the women furtively checking if - after honouring consumerism - there's still enough cash in their purses to buy their families a proper meal.

Once upon a time, I would have taken pity on them. That time has long since passed.

I glide through the crowd like a shadow. I'm among them but not a part of them, haven't been for a long time. I have always felt different from the rest, but never more so than at Christmas.

All the world coming together to play happy family for a day? 

I spit. 

I'd rather claw my eyes out.

I breathe a little lighter when I leave the road and move toward the riverfront. The air is cooler here, the wind harsh and biting. I put the collar of my coat up against its icy fingers reaching for my throat. I hate the cold, but the stifling crowds, with their bought cheer and plastic dreams, I hate even more.

My thoughts linger on the job I just finished. I try to put the grimy hands and sickly sweet words of the last hour behind me, but it's hard. It's getting harder by the day. It will be only a matter of time before matters will become serious again, and for once, I cannot wait for it. I can't wait for the feeling of cleansing, being reborn, of ridding the world of one more abomination and everything I have to do to make it so.

And for the self-hate, the disgust, the hours spent beneath a scalding hot shower. For that, too. I suppose burning with the fire of regret is better than burning in hell, if a place like that even exists. 

Not like I would know. Or care.

My eyes find the spot glowing in the dark, close to the quay wall and the stinking river below. The lights from the city have disappeared, nothing left but the darkness and the cigarette hovering within it. The fire flares as it is pulled upon. It's too dark to see the smoke that comes with it, but that's just him - a fire in the pitch-black night. He leaves no trace, no ashes. He burns, and then he's gone.

"Akira," I say as I make my way towards the glowing point of light. It flares once more.

"Talia," comes the whisper from the shadows. Dark, almond-shaped eyes are illuminated for a moment. Then, everything is black again.

"What are you doing here?"

I ask this as if I didn't already know. As if I haven’t come this way knowing he would be here, like he always is.

"How was your date?"

I try not to shiver. I'm cold, not afraid, but you don't take chances with a man like him. He's like a panther in the dark - lithe, deadly, invisible. You don't cross paths with a panther on the hunt.

Unless you're an even better huntress.

"Why do you care, Akira? My business is none of yours."

"Everything that happens here is my business." 

Again, the flare, his black, illuminated eyes. I feel a heat coursing through me that makes my heart beat faster. My blood is boiling.

"Not me. I don't belong to you. I belong to no one."

"And yet you sell yourself away."

"Because I choose to do so."

"Do you?"

His voice is soft, sharpened steel clad in velvet. He draws you in, gets what he has come for, and then leaves you bleeding. But I know how to blunt his blade. It's the reason he keeps coming back to me.

I hold out my hand. Another flare reveals black eyes fixed on me. The tip of the cigarette moves. It leaves an image in the darkness, the shadows set on fire for the briefest of moments.

I don't thank him as he hands me the cigarette, just bring it to my lips and take a drag. It tastes of him, of rich whiskey and smoke and a hint of copper. I inhale deeply, feeling the warmth relax my muscles, and blow the smoke towards the starless sky. The wind carries the ashes toward the river. I watch after them, but in less than a second, they are swallowed by the night.

"What do you want from me, Akira?"

"I want you to leave."

A cold, sharp laugh. "As if it were that easy."

"It is. One word and you are free."

"You don't have the power to do that."

"I have the power to do anything I want."

I flick the cigarette away. The tip leaves a gleaming arc in the air before the murky waters of the river extinguish it.

"You have no power over me."

"I have power over those you love."

Fury flares in me, hotter than the cigarette has been, more scorching than the brightest fire could ever hope to burn.

"Stay away from what's not yours. Do not meddle with my affairs."

"She is selling you for secrets."

"I am committed to her cause. You will do her no harm."

I step closer to him, his outline forming from the darkness. I can feel his eyes on me, observing my every move. The hunter and the prey. But he is mistaken. He has forgotten.

Talia Crane never is the prey.

My words form a silver cloud before my mouth as I whisper my promise to him.

"Touch my friends, and I will end you."

We stare at each other, one long moment, one short eternity. Darkness and shadow, fire and fury. Then, he gives the tiniest incline of his head. The panther has receded. For now.

I reach for the breast pocket of his coat without breaking eye contact. My fingers close around the sleek black cigarette case inside. I take another out and light it, but it's not as good as the first. It's missing his taste.

"One piece of advice, Akira," I say as I blow the smoke his way. "Don't mess with things beyond your power. You might find you'll burn yourself."

Akira moves like liquid shadow. One moment he is one with the night; the other, he is right there, so close to me that I can hear the beating of his ice-cold heart.

"You don't understand," he says as he plucks the cigarette from my lips. "For you, I'd burn the world to ashes."

#writblr #writer on tumblr #writers of tumblr #christmas 2022 #merry christmas queen #dark noir au #talia crane #akira crane #takira #if they don't fit this au who does

[the-al-chemist]

Night Falls, Hope Rises Christmas Special, Carnage Circus Style 🔥

A gift for the creator of Carnage Circus and Talia Crane, the Queen of Angst and Smut, and my treasured friend @whatwouldvalerydo. Thank you for your strength, honesty, kindness, and your ability to strike just the right balance between compassion and passion. Happy Christmas, Your Majesty.

Summary: after seeing a fire dancer’s performance, Artemis is inspired to join the circus. Warnings: a little darkness, a single swear word.

Winter had arrived. The nights had grown long and dark, the winds blew biting and cold, and the frost glittered like diamonds under the light of the silver moonlight, which filtered through the clouds and the thick furling fog that hung in the air like the veil of a jilted bride. But, on the morning of the solstice day, there was a sudden and surprising burst of colour and of noise, of light and of life.

The circus had come to town.

No one knew where it had come from, nor where it would go next. No one had expected it to arrive at all, there had been no posters to announce its coming nor mentions of it in the papers. The town had simply gone to bed one night, and awoken the following morning to find the pointed tents and brightly coloured caravans set up in a nearby field. It had not been there before, but now it was, and that was that.

The rumours about the circus had circulated from the moment of its discovery, all of them as dark and as scandalous as the next. These rumours might have served to cast a dark mark over the circus, to bring it into disrepute and dissuade the locals from attending, but as it turned out, they served to have the opposite effect. By the time evening fell, fast and foggy and fatalistic, a great crowd had queued up outside the gates, all clamouring to get inside.

Artemis went unnoticed as she slipped through the gates alongside a group of nuns. Perhaps it was because of her small stature, or perhaps it was because she walked with her head held high as if she were meant to be there, but no one questioned her presence. Once she was inside the compound, she separated from the nuns to make her way through the circus alone, meandering past the jugglers and the clowns, the peanut sellers and the fortune tellers to the big top, where the main show was taking place.

As the show began, Artemis snuck beneath the raised wooden benches to watch it silently and secretly. It was spectacular. A black panther jumped through a hoop, a ventriloquist’s doll danced on the end of a string, and two acrobats whirled and spiralled from hoops and ribbons hanging from the ceiling.

“And now, ladies and gentleman, our piéce de resistance… The Living Phoenix!”

A large fake nest was brought out into the centre of the show ring, and as the crowd’s applause faded away, the lights dimmed and the nest burst into flames.

Inside the inferno, something was moving, making sparks fly outwards and casting abstract shadows across the sandy floor surrounding it. Artemis craned her neck to see better as the Phoenix rose upwards, but as it did, she realised that the creature emerging from the flames was not a bird at all, but a woman.

The woman had vivid red hair, eyes that seemed to shift between cool turquoise and warm amber, and skin so pale it seemed to sparkle in the firelight. As for the fire itself, it did not affect her. She moved inside it and with it, touching and holding and breathing the flames. Perhaps she was part-flame herself. Artemis would not have been surprised if that were the case; the woman may not have been truly a phoenix, but she could not be entirely human, either. Whatever she was, Artemis wanted to be it herself.

The show ended with Artemis still staring, open-mouthed and barely breathing, at the fire dancer, The Living Phoenix, her eyes watering from the brightness of the flickering light. As the crowds filtered out of the tent and towards the gate, she held back, considering her next move.

The circus was there for one night, and one night only. If she wished - really, truly wished - to run away with it, this was her only chance to do so. And so, instead of leaving the circus by the gates like the rest, she hid behind one of the tents, and once she was certain that no one was looking, stowed herself away inside the first unlocked trailer she could find.

The exterior of the caravan had been painted bright red and gold, but inside, it was dark, with the lights turned off and the curtains closed. She pulled them back slightly, and peeked out of the window through the narrow gap. Outside, the circus was being packed up. Soon, it would be leaving, and so would she. The roots of her hair tingled with anticipation.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Artemis’ heart sank at the sound of a woman’s voice behind her, and grimacing, she turned to see The Living Phoenix herself standing in the doorway of the caravan, her amber-coloured eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“I liked your fire dancing,” Artemis told her. “I want to learn to do it, too.”

“So, you decided to sneak into my caravan?”

“I didn’t know this was your caravan.”

“No?” The Living Phoenix raised a single eyebrow. “Then why are you here?”

Artemis stuck her chin forward and looked her in the eye. “I want to join the circus.”

She had not known how she had expected the Phoenix to react, but it certainly was not for her to let out a quiet snort of derision and for a dark shadow to pass over her face.

“No, you don’t,” the Phoenix muttered bitterly.

“I do, honestly I do. I want to learn to dance on a ribbon and tame a lion and be one with the flames. I want to run away with all of you and never look back, not even-”

Her sentence was cut short as the Phoenix darted across the room and slapped her hand to Artemis’ mouth.

“Be careful what you wish for, especially around here,” she hissed. “This life is not all it is cracked up to be.”

“You don’t know what life I’ve come from,” Artemis told Phoenix as she writhed herself free from her grasp. “I don’t see that this could be worse.”

“Things can always be worse.”

“And they can always be better.”

The Living Phoenix laughed, a short, sharp, harsh sound. “In that case, you might as well stay put. Perhaps things will get better where you already are.”

“And if not?”

“Then you can pick another circus to run away with. But trust me, you do not want this one.”

The look in the Phoenix’s eyes was no longer confrontational, but deeply, unfathomably sad, as if their now-turquoise colour had come from a lifetime’s worth of tears. In a second, Artemis went from envying her to feeling sorry for her.

“Hopefully things will get better for you here, too,” she told her, with a smile that she hoped was reassuring. The Phoenix’s lips twitched a little, but she shook her head sadly.

“I ran out of hope a long time ago.”

“But you can’t run out of hope!”

“Can’t you?”

“No,” Artemis shook her own head. “There’s always some hope, somewhere. Hope is like the stars. Even when the sky is all cloudy and misty, like it is now, they’re still there. You just can’t see them, that’s all.”

“You have a point there.”

“I know I do.”

Somewhere out in the darkness, a clock began to chime. Twelve rings of a bell echoed in the air.

“It’s midnight,” said The Living Phoenix, casting a nervous look at the door of the caravan. “You should go home, before it is too late.”

“But-”

“You are not coming with us.”

Artemis sighed. “It was worth a try, I guess. Goodnight.”

“Good bye.”

“Yeah, good bye. And good luck.”

“And to you.”

There was nothing more for either of them to say, so Artemis left the caravan by the door The Living Phoenix held open for her. Outside, the fog had started to lift, and the bright shining lights of the circus had dimmed. Without them, it was darker than ever.

The Phoenix smiled as she watched the girl disappear into the gloom and turned her face to the heavens, where the stars could now be seen, shining in the inky expanse of night sky, where they always had been, and always would be.

#merry christmas #artemis hexley #talia crane #carnage circus #circus au

[lost-in-the-hellaverse]

Batfamily + The Rogues Tumblr Shitposts

#batfam #batfam memes #batfamily memes #batfamily #batman rouges #bruce wayne #batman #tim drake #red robin #barbara gordon #oracle #jim gordon #commissoner gordon #joker #dr. jonathan crane #riddler #edward nashton #edward nygma #talia al ghul #damian wayne #robin #dc comics #dc comics meme #wayne family adventures #alfred pennyworth

[just-an-enby-lemon]

[At Arkham Rec Room]

Joker: Hey, nerds!

*Harley, Ivvy, Riddler, Scarecrow, Two-Face, Mad Hatter, Bane and Mr. Freeze turn around*

Joker: Oh? EVERYONE turned around. Wow. I think I'm starting to get why Batsy keeps winning.

#non mentioned rogues just weren't in arkham #and tbh I think only Selina Oswald and Talia wouldn't turn #and only one of them would actually not be a nerd #riddler #edward nygma #jonathan crane #scarecrow #joker #harley queen #poison ivvy #pamela isley #harvey dent #two face #victor fries #mr freeze #mad hatter #jervis tetch #batman rogues #source: happy halloween scooby doo

[momachan]

"The Gotham Gazette calls me The Caped Crusader. It's a gimmick to sale papers. They mean it as a compliment. It's not. Crusades are terrible things. Ask the disciples of the Demon's Brood, if you can find a live one. When you commit your life to the destruction of an enemy, destruction is the inevitable result. And the crusader has no guarantee his enemy will suffer rhe worst of it. It is true I have asked Robin to walk the same path. But I will never let him follow me. We march side by side. Because thanks to Robin I know something the Brood never learned. What will save the crusader from a lifetime spent in pursuit of destruction is what he is able to build along the way. We've built a partnership. And inside that, we've built a refuge from the destruction we've both chosen as our sworn path. A means to stay aloft as the enemy falls all around us. Someday, God Willing, the crusader will hang up his cape. The Dynamic Duo will never die."

Batman: The Audio Adventures (2022). "Interlude: Till Human Voices Wake Us And We Drown."

#dc comics #batman #the audio adventures #bruce wayne #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #dc robin #demon slayer #talia al ghul #demon's head #ra's al ghul #killer croc #waylon jones #the penguin #oswald cobblepot #the scarecrow #jonathan crane #haly's circus #hugo strange #batman and robin #batdad #batfamily #batfam

[melded-galaxy]

Favourite live action batman movie villain poll (2/2)

#dc #batman #batman polls #my poll #my post #carmine falcone #batman begins #nolanverse #the dark knight trilogy #scarecrow #jonathan crane #ras al ghul #two face #harvey dent #joker #the joker #bane #the dark knight rises #the dark knight #talia al ghul #catwoman #selina kyle #the batman #anne hathaway #zoe kravitz #the riddler #riddler #edward nygma #the penguin #oswald cobblepot

[itboyzhongli]

#batman #bruce wayne #riddlebat #the riddler #edward nygma #twobats #two face #harvey dent #hatterbat #mad hatter #jervis tetch #bativy #scarecrow #scarebat #jonathan crane #batcat #selina kyle #brutalia #talia al ghul #batquinn #harley quinn #hushbat #thomas elliott #batjokes #joker

[whatwouldvalerydo]

I miss my characters

I do.

With all the chaos that is present with me right now with work, traveling and trying to find some moment of peace to write something else, I do miss my weirdos.

And I barely know what they are doing these days to be fair.

I see glimpses of them and even that.

Jonathan got a dog because he misses Lachlan and I don't know how to care for a dog, but I let him keep it because it makes him somewhat happy.

Scarlett is traveling with Phil, but don't ask me where and how and why because I cannot answer that.

Leila is hiding away at the manor from dragons or ghosts of her past and present and there's no touching her.

Angela is in her cottage that she threatened to set on fire more than once but she won't tell me why.

Victoria is crying all alone in a bar, Gods know where and she won't talk to me despite the ridiculous amounts of alcohol i promised to give her.

Jin is plotting world domination with a lot of style and sass and i can't keep up with him.

Gareth has discovered making his own alcohol and wine and also looking at stalking Gareth and Hell forbid he comes out his cellar.

Talia is fighting with herself and her past and while it's always been the case, she hates everything right now.

WTF???

#talia crane #gareth farr #jin watanabe #victoria summer #angela king #leila hellebore #scarlett tempest #jonathan king

[nekokats]

Detective Comics Annual #2

The Joker by Kevin Maguire and Karl Kesel

Catwoman by J.J. Birch

Penguin by J.J. Birch

Riddler by Joe James and Karl Kesel

Scarecrow by Joe James and Karl Kesel

Poison Ivy by Chris Wozniak and Jerry Acerno

Clayfaces I-IV by Norm Breyfogle

Ra's al Ghul by Joe James and Karl Kesel

Two-Face by Mike Mignola

#batman villains #joker #catwoman #riddler #penguin #two face #ra's al ghul #scarecrow #poison ivy #clayface #harvey dent #selina kyle #edward nygma #oswald cobblepot #jonathan crane #pamela isley #basil carlo #talia

[babygirl-but-a-boy]

You know who dropped out of med school? Bruce Wayne

You know who also went to med school? Talia Al Ghul

And Harley Quinn

And Jonathan Crane

And many more

All of this to say

Grey's Anatomy style tv show about DC characters in med school

(please drop fic recs if you have them)

#dc comics #dc universe #dc community #greys antomy #med school #bruce wayne #batman #scarecrow #dc scarecrow #dc rogues #jonathan crane #talia al ghul #harley quinn

[the-al-chemist]

Happy Birthday Val!

Perhaps not the most festive of birthday presents, but here is a concept art book cover/movie poster for my favourite of your wonderful stories…

Love you, my talented Queen 🖤 @whatwouldvalerydo

#happy birthday valery #talia crane #Talbott winger #akira crane #carnage circus

[burritowitch]

got bored and decided to make this. enjoy

#batman #batman rogues #talia al ghul #harvey dent #jonathan crane #clayface #poison ivy #pamela isley #harley quinn #edward nygma #waylon jones #this is just what happens when you give me an audio and an idea

[a-q2]

This story has me incredibly conflicted, therefore I won't talk about it in any detail

Renee

Talia should do it again

This was just a fun interaction

Barbara teasing Bruce is everything

Enjoyed this part only because Joker looks terrified and that makes me feel joy

Bruce threatening him is also a plus!! 👏🏽

#renee montoya #dc comics #batman #bruce wayne #talia al ghul #joker #scarecrow #jonathan crane #mad hatter #the riddler #edward nygma #jervis tetch

[graysongraysoff]

Happy October! For this year's October writing challenge I thought I'd try @whumptober, and I couldn't think of a better fandom to do it for than Batman! Here's hoping I make it through and that folks have as much fun reading these drabbles/ficlets as I do writing them. 💕

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Links to individual works below the cut:

Day 1. Adverse Effects Red Hood gets hit with Scarecrow’s fear toxin.

Day 2. Caged | Cornered | Confrontation Bruce and Dick are about to be cornered by the police. Dick insists that Bruce leave him and his broken leg behind, but Bruce hesitates.

Day 3. Gun to Temple Red Hood meets the new kid.

Day 4. Hidden Injury Bruce rushes into the Batcave with an injured Dick in tow. Only later does Alfred realize that Bruce doesn't look so good, either.

Day 5. Running Out of Air Dick struggles uselessly against the weights pulling him down below the water, hoping Bruce will get to him before it's too late.

Day 6. Ransom Video Bruce Wayne's 13-year-old ward is kidnapped. Not long after, the kidnappers post a ransom video online.

Day 7. Shaking Hands | Silent Panic Attack After Conner Kent's death, Tim Drake is coming apart at the seams.

Day 8. Back from the Dead The mindless, fear-addled thing that emerged from the Lazarus Pit in Jason Todd’s body wakes up in a room he doesn't recognize and is interrogated by a voice he cannot place.

Day 9. Protect In Bruce's final moments he's protecting his son.

Day 10. Made to Watch “And I thought, what better way to celebrate my relationship with Robin — or, I’m sorry, I know you’ve taken up my old moniker now, yet another bond the two of us share — but I thought, what better way to celebrate than with a reenactment of our fondest memory together?”

Day 11. Sloppy Bandages | Self-Done First Aid After the Joker uses Tim to stage a reenactment of Jason's death, Jason assesses the damage and helps him out as best he can.

Day 12. Stabbed It isn’t until his blade slides home that Damian senses that something is wrong. Silky laughter slinks into his ears; Poison Ivy’s laughter. His blood runs cold. He’d been fighting one of her mutant plants — her most advanced cultivation yet. It must have taken her ages to perfect it, to create a monster that could hold its own for as long as it had against a combatant like Damian Wayne. She should be furious… what does she know that he doesn’t?

Day 13. Fracture Dick Grayson tried to play Two-Face's game and lost, and now he has to pay the price for biting off more than he could chew.

Day 14. Carried to Safety Bruce rushes a gravely injured Dick Grayson back to the Batcave.

Day 15. Lies After his daughter dies as Batgirl, Commissioner Gordon promises he isn't going to let anyone else's children meet the same fate.

Day 16. Mind Control Dick regains consciousness as Jason is trying to get him back to the Batcave so his injuries can be treated, but it doesn't take Dick long to realize that something isn't right.

Day 17. Dazed and Confused Bruce wakes up in the hospital to find his mother beside him, despite the fact that she died decades ago.

Day 18. “Take my coat.” Officer Jim Gordon attempts to take Bruce Wayne's statement on the night of his parents' murder.

Day 19. Repeatedly Passing Out | Head Lolling Jason brings a battered Tim back to the Batcave for Alfred to patch up.

Day 20. Tears The Joker sets a bomb in Sheila Haywood’s agency warehouse, but this time Bruce arrives in time to save Jason  — at the cost of his own life.

Day 21. “You’re safe now.” Bruce comforts Jason after Jason wakes from a nightmare. At least, he thinks he does.

Day 22. Pick Your Poison | Toxic Dr. Crane asks Poison Ivy why they’ve never teamed up. Ivy gives him a clear, concise answer.

Day 23. Tied to a Table | “Hold them down.” The Joker has teamed up with Jervis Tetch, and together they’ve come up with a game for Bruce and his boys to play.

Day 24. Blood Covered Hands Commissioner Gordon fails to comfort Bruce Wayne after Dick Grayson dies to protect him.

Day 25. Lost Voice Bruce Wayne talks to Dick Grayson after his parents’ tragic deaths.

Day 26. “Why did you save me?” | Birthday Wild Card! Yuji eats the last of Sukuna’s fingers and Megumi carries out his execution.

Day 27. Muffled Screams Dick reflects on his growing fondness for the new Robin as he rescues him from a band of thugs.

Day 28. Anger Born of Worry Dick's life slips through Bruce's fingers.

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