I’ve been thinking today about off ramps in long running stories, especially book series.
By that I mean like, places where a person could stop reading and have a satisfying ending even if they’re not yet at the actual ending. (Someone tell me if there’s an established Tvtropes name for this I’m missing.)
Now, a lot of book series will have an off ramp at the end of book 1, because many first books are written without promise of a sequel. Like sure, there might be a sequel hook, but the actual second book is still up to publisher whims in most cases. So you can read All Systems Red or The Thief or A Madness of Angels and have a perfectly satisfying ambiguous-end sci-fi story or middle grade fantasy romp or inverted murder mystery revenge quest without ever picking up book 2. This is definitely an off ramp but it’s not necessarily the interesting or revealing kind because again. Whims of the publisher.
There’s also stories that have an off ramp after every installment. Leverage is famous for this—they had a philosophy of having every season be a satisfying ending, which says a lot both about the writers and about the story they were trying to tell.
But I think the most interesting ramps are the ones where by design or by circumstance, there’s a single off-ramp somewhere in the middle. One spot where unless someone tells you there’s more, you’d never be unsatisfied with leaving halfway through.
Sometimes these will be signaled in some way, where there’s a big timeskip after the off-ramp, or the series changes names or has a spin-off, or the POV changes, or after book 3 the author publishes a short story collection before hopping back in to novels, or the series suddenly jumps from being only novellas to a chunky 120k novel. (The Raksura books, Percy Jackson/HoE, Matthew Swift/Magicals Anonymous, and Murderbot all do one or more of these)
But sometimes off ramps aren’t visible in series order or marketing. Sometimes they’re organic to where a story happens to leave off at the end of an installment.
The queen’s thief has one of these after King Of Attolia. I know this was a satisfying ending because for seven years I thought it was the end. My local library didn’t have A Conspiracy of Kings, so I thought it was a trilogy. And you really can leave it there! KoA ends with Gen back in his element and recognized as king, the main internal threat to Irene neutralized, and peace on the peninsula. The Mede aren’t yet the immediate threat they are in the back half of the series, since up through KoA they’re mainly represented by the magus’s vague warnings and Nahuseresh, whom Irene thinks circles around. There’s no real reason to assume the Mede are a threat within the scope of the series. Now I absolutely prefer getting the whole story, but KoA is a damn solid off-ramp for anyone who feels like exiting there.
And that’s one kind of off ramp where the end you get is pretty similar in tone (mostly happy) to the one you get if you go on to the rest of the series. I’ve also read books where you can off ramp successfully right at the lowest point in the series and get a tragedy out of a series that ultimately ends happy, or leave at a high point and get a happier end than the main one, or exit at an ambiguous point and continue on with ambiguity. The Giver sequels make it pretty clear what happened to Jonas and Gabe at the end of the book. but you don’t have to read them or have that question answered if you want to.
I don’t have a really solid conclusion to draw here except that I think the positioning of off ramps says a lot about authors and stories, and choosing whether or not to take an off ramp says a lot about readers.
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The Crime Lord (AU)
Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc
Rating and warnings: G, suggestive banter.
Word Count: 1,520
Summary: In an AU where Jason never stopped his crime lord ways, his partner is threatened and they have to decide if they're ready to take the next step.
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She looked carefully through her blinds. The man in the street was still there, hanging around the sealed up entrance of an old video rental store.
She noticed him about five minutes ago when doing a cursory check just before she started getting ready for bed. The gun in the pocket of his padded jacket was not well hidden, neither was the gang tattoo on his neck. She couldn’t make out the affiliation from this range. It could be nothing. There were a lot of nasty looking characters in Crime Alley.
He looked up at her window again.
Too big a risk.
She texted Jason. He replied immediately.
Muttering angrily she wrapped a coat over her pyjamas and shoved her boots onto her feet. She threw her laptop and a few vital personal effects into a bag. She switched the tv on, knowing the moving lights would shine on the thin curtains. Wait, her phone charger, needed that.
A heavy knock on the door rang out while she was still reaching down behind her bedside table.
She took a steadying breath, in and out. She peered through the spyhole. Two men in black armoured gear with no identifying symbols stood in the corridor. She didn’t recognise either of them. Jason’s message said to expect a Larry and a Gavin.
She opened the door.
“Ma’am,” the older of the two said, a heavyset man with a bald patch and black gloves. The other was a young and wiry sort with a patchy beard. Both looked like the sort of person who knew how to dispose of a body in five minutes or less. Neither really looked at her, which was promising.
“Do I know you?” she asked.
“Gavin and Larry, ma’am,” the same man said without any detectable expression. Those definitely weren’t their real names but it served its purpose. “Come with us, please.”
She nodded, slung her bag over her shoulder, and followed them out. She locked the door behind her.
The younger man held his hand out for the keys. Damnit, she’d liked this place.
“There’s a very nice lasagna in the fridge. If you’re going to empty out the place anyway.”
Gavin or possibly Larry’s lip quirked very briefly.
They led her out the back of the apartment building to the alley with its dumpsters and a bike missing both its wheels. The older guy walked in front of her and the other behind, all the way up to the tall chain link fence, which they helped her climb. A suitably forgettable old car waited for them on the other side.
She really really hoped these were Jason’s guys. She was 99% sure they were, but there was always a moment of doubt before getting into a strange car to go to who knew where. They hadn’t checked her bag or taken her phone off her, which Black Mask’s goons always started with, followed by a blow to the back of the head. They could be from Little Italy of course, Falcone’s guys still held to notions of respect, when it suited them. Or they were paid off by the Bats. Probably not though. She wasn’t a pro but this wasn’t her first rodeo.
They brought her to the docks, to one warehouse among hundreds.
It was seemingly empty, with only its security lights on. She couldn’t see anyone around. Her escort walked her up to an office space on the second floor, while the other disappeared with the car. They stopped at a room with an electronic lock. She entered her own code, and the little light blinked green.
Alone, she entered a plain white room with no windows and some basic furniture. She would bet her entire meagre lift savings that Larry and/or Gavin was standing guard outside.
She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. This was how Jason showed his love, she knew that. All the things he couldn’t say were hidden in the effort he put into her safety.
Then she shook herself out of her grousing, got her laptop out and sat down at the desk. There was a cot in the corner but she wasn’t getting any sleep now.
Hours later, when her eyes were starting to sting and she was eyeing up the cot with more interest, the door beeped.
The Red Hood walked in.
She leaned back. He wore his helmet and his brown jacket hung open. There was a fine blood splatter over the plain grey armour beneath it, fresh enough to still be red.
He sat opposite her at the desk, and slouched back with a sigh. His head rolled back on his neck.
“How’s your night?” she asked.
He grunted.
“Hm,” she replied and typed another line of her email.
“I want you to move in with me,” he said, voice rumbling through the modulator. She stopped typing. She closed the laptop.
“Doesn’t that just make detection more dangerous? If they find me now it doesn’t compromise you.”
“It may as well,” he said, lifting his head to look at her. “I’m always going to come get you, and security is better at my place.”
She looked back at him thoughtfully. “We agreed it would cut into your work too much, and disrupt my life.”
“You know you have to move again either way. For the second time this year.” He sighed heavily. “I’m already disrupting your life.”
She didn’t like the defeated tone sneaking in through the modulation. She had gotten very good at detecting the nuances that snuck through the voice changer over the last year.
She got up and walked around the desk. She inclined her head in a way that asked if he had any injuries she needed to be aware of. He shook his head. She straddled his lap. His hands found her waist, snaking under her shirt and idly caressed the skin there. He didn’t even snort at the canary yellow pyjamas hiding under her coat, a sure sign he was worried.
“And the disruption it would mean to your life?” she asked.
“I can make it work. But you would have to be more careful. Much more careful.”
“Yes, I suppose I do.” She smiled sadly. “Even if I don’t move in, I can’t keep pretending I’m living a normal life anymore.
“Don’t ask me to keep endangering you. If not this then…”
“Take the helmet off.”
He lifted it off and the terror who commanded half of Gotham’s undercity and petrified the other half disappeared like smoke. Only the man she loved more than she could articulate remained. He wasn’t in a domino mask tonight, and stormy green eyes looked up at her beseechingly.
“This is the only way I can keep you safe while still being with you. Anything else is reckless.” He ducked his head. “Staying together is reckless enough already.”
She blinked through the hurt that lanced through her at that statement. He wasn’t even wrong, which made it worse. She knew they were playing with fire, and sooner or later someone would get burned. Today it wasn’t them. Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?
“I need an answer sweetheart.” He sounded preemptively heartbroken, but his face was hard. Braced for the final blow.
“Can you tell me… do you want me to move in with you purely for safety reasons?”
He cocked his head.
“If nobody was trying to kill us,” she said, halting. “If you weren’t the most wanted man in Gotham, and we had the luxury of doing what we wanted purely because we wanted to… would you still ask me to move in with you?”
He studied her for a long moment.
She swallowed and braced for the blow. She knew she wasn’t his first love. Gotham would forever have the larger claim on his heart. But she had to know if her claim on him was as serious as his claim on her.
“Yes. I would,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Don’t you know I love you?”
She made a soft noise in her throat. She cupped his jaw and pressed her lips to his. He titled his mouth against hers, drinking deeply of her.
Finally she pulled back to breathe, panting against his lips. He squeezed her thighs, bracketing his legs. His arousal pressed against her.
“Is that your final answer?” he asked in a husky drawl.
“Yeah.” She leaned her forehead against his. “I’ll move in with you. I’m in love with you, you know.”
He flashed an extremely self-satisfied grin.
“Sweetheart,” he drawled, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs. “If I didn’t have Black Mask’s man who tracked you down waiting for me in a pool of his own blood, I would bend you over this table right now to celebrate.”
She snorted. “Come home with all your limbs attached and your blood mostly still inside of you, and we can celebrate all day.”
He nipped her lips. “I’ll come get you when I’m done. Gonna take you home.”
She kissed him again.
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Drift would NEVER (Spoilers)
So I already talked about this in another post:
But I am STILL ticked off at Rodimus for abandoning Ratchet:
(More Than Meets the Eye, Issues #17-22)
Oh noooo, fifty angry decepticoooonnns - Rodimus still ended up in a jail cell with everyone else EXCEPT Ratchet who was being tortured by Pharma.
Drift would have NEVER turned his back on Ratchet. And I am going to prove a point with more comic panels because that is how I do.
(More under the cut)
Let's start with More Than Meets the Eye Issues #4 & 5 where Ratchet and Drift go up against an artificial plague created by Pharma. This plague kills. Drift catches the plague. Drift is ACTIVELY DYING as Ratchet goes off to have his main boss fight with Pharma (Ratchet also has the plague and is dying, but not as much as Drift who started showing symptoms sooner):
Drift STILL drags his dying carcass after Ratchet and saves his ambulance from getting shot in the back:
They both live by the way.
Moving onto More Than Meets the Eye Issues #14 where Overlord escapes confinement on the Lost Light and starts rampaging. Ratchet and Drift instantly make the dream team:
They instantly fail:
(Drift's legs have been torn off.)
BUT THEY STILL FOUGHT TOGETHER BECAUSE THEY WOULD NEVER ABANDON EACH OTHER. As everyone knows because Drift: Empire of Stone is dedicated to Ratchet hunting Drift down and convincing him to come back to the Lost Light, but that isn't what this is about. This is about how Drift is goddamn RIDE OR DIE.
He isn't even necessarily just Ride or Die for Ratchet either.
Speaking of Drift: Empire of Stone, there was that time in Issue #1 where Drift got himself and Ratchet kidnapped by decepticons because he was going to the aid of another decepticon (the group of decepticons thought he was a turncoat/spy and were treating him like the enemy even though he was a goddamn decepticon):
"Well, Rodimus was running from fifty decepticons, not five!"
Well, shut up. Five or fifty, my main mech Drift would still say:
But Rodimus just up and left Ratchet behind.
I wonder if, wherever Drift was in the galaxy (this is during the time Drift was banished from the Lost Light, so he was not present for this shit show), his "my ambulance is in danger" senses were tingling. I wonder if he experienced this sudden and unexplainable dread when Ratchet was taken and tortured physically and psychologically.
I wonder if he felt a helpless rage at the fact that something was wrong and he couldn't do anything about it.
And when he and Ratchet spark merge for the first time down the line (you should have guessed by now that I support the Dratchet movement, please keep Rodimus's grubby paws off my Conjunx Endurae), when he sees these memories, I wonder if he cries. If he blames himself for not being there. If he wishes fervently that he had been at Ratchet's side the whole time for better or for worse.
And I hope he would have hit Rodimus for leaving Ratchet behind.
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