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batarella · 4 years

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The Commander - Part 6 (Arkham Knight x Reader)

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He knew it was late when he awoke. He never felt so well-rested in years. The Knight peered his eyes open. The second thing that greeted him was the smell of greasy burgers being unwrapped from thin plastic.

“Mornin’,” Commander Y/N said. She took out a burger from a paper bag and set it on the table. “I got us burgers.”

“Mmm.” The Knight closed his eyes again. “What time is it?”

“Two in the afternoon. I woke up an hour ago.” The Commander sat on the desk and took a bite. “Didn’t you go out again last night?”

The Knight groaned into his pillow and propped himself up, leaning against the bed. “Hand me one.”

The Commander grabbed a burger and threw it at Jason. He caught it, then took a large bite out from the bun. He was starving. “Looks like you needed the rest more than I did,” the Commander said. “You snore like a pig.”

The Knight glared at her.

Y/N grabbed another burger. “I don’t think I’ll ever sleep like that in my life.”

“Tell me about it,” the Knight finished his burger, extending his arm for another one. “But we leave for the cave tonight, then take the jet back to Venezuela.”

“Fries?”

“Sure.” The Commander handed him the box. He slurped his fingers. “Did you hear anything from Slade?”

“Nope. Nothing from Crane either.”

His voice was still groggy and tired. He sounded like sex. “What do we do until then?” The Commander asked.

“We stay here. Or you can go out if you like.”

“Are you going out?”

“No.” The Knight laid on elbow above his propped-up knee. He looked up at her. His hair was an absolute mess. “I can't believe you abandoned this place for so long. Where’d you go?”

The Knight finished his second burger, then dug into the fries. “I’m not telling you anything about me.”

“I’ve seen you naked.”

He stopped chewing, slowly turning his head to her.

But then the Knight stared at his fries, looking like he was thinking of something to say. He scooched over to the right and placed his hand on the floor beside him.

“Sit here. That desk is as old as I am. It’ll break under your weight.”

The Commander jumped off the desk, then nonchalantly sat right at his side. She ate her burger silently.

He looked normal. He didn’t look like some maniacal supervillain. Like any young boy she’d meet if she were normal as well. And his hair, he still hadn’t bothered to fix. She just wanted to run her fingers down them like she used to.

He took a bite. “So you’ve slept with me the most, huh?”

“Fuck you.”

The Knight smirked. That was such a first. It was like Gotham brought out the humanity in this guy.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile before.”

He looked at her. And he wasn’t frowning. There was still a slight curve in his lip as he looked at her up and down. “Likewise, kid.”

Y/N returned his expression, then looked down. “Thank you for the day off.”

The Knight didn’t say anything back. He’d finished his fries, then he set the box down on the space between them. He propped both his elbows up his knees and laid his head against the side of the bed.

“I lied to you.”

She threw the plastic from her finished burger. “Hm?”

“I don’t regret what we did.” His voice was that same low he’d speak in when he was hesitating to speak. Y/N didn’t know what to tell him. She looked in front of her, biting her lips. The air seemed colder all of a sudden.

Could she lean in? Kiss him? Do it just one more time? Will that make the time between now and a few days?

It won't. This side of him was different, something she wanted to just look at and last. It didn’t have to be something so sexual for her to air out her stresses. Sitting on the floor, eating fries and greasy burgers with him. It was enough.

“Me neither.”

Xxxxxxxxx

She ended up going with him to get smoothies.

They didn’t bother with the bikes. They just walked. And the Knight didn’t bother with his armor under his clothes either. He paid for the drinks and walked slowly back to the apartment.

“This is positively horrible.”

“The good ones are a drive away. I never said my neighborhood was any good.”

“I should have known,” she looked at the green slime in her cup. “You got it from a man that used a cardboard box to store his ice.”

“And I stole from him everyday as a kid.”

There. Finally. Another from his past. She had to bite her lip not to make it so obvious.

The Knight still kept his cap and hoodie on. He was so afraid anyone would see the mark on his face. Frankly, Y/N never gave it a second look. She looked away from him before he’d notice.

“How much time do we still have?”

“It’s almost four.”

She continued sipping into her cup, trying not to gag. “It’s refreshing not having five hundred men to worry about for a day.”

“Slade’s hired new recruits. More experienced. Said they didn’t need much training to begin with.”

“Can we talk about something else other than the militia?”

The Knight frowned. “We’re not here on vacation.”

“I’ve grown used to this,” she finished the drink until a large block of ice half the cup’s size was left. She threw it out. “I don’t think I’ve ever taken a brake.”

He looked at her, then threw out his own drink. “Commander.”

He stopped walking and looked up at her standing on the curb, and him right at the edge of the road. Y/N craned her head down, taking a step forward.

“How much money did I promise you?”

She shrugged. “Ten thousand.”

The Knight took another step. “No one will survive in Gotham after this. Not after what Crane has planned.”

Y/N nodded. “I understand.”

“A number of my men will be captured and interrogated. The Militia Commander will be the first one to take down on their list. I’ll give you fifteen when we get back. And when all this is done, you go to Bludhaven. Take your uncle with you if you have to and change your name. Promise me you won't look back.”

There were car sirens from afar. But all she could stare at was his face.

“I will,” she said. “I promise.”

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They were going to the Batcave.

It was dark, though the streets were far from empty. They sped off into the outer city, crossing the bridge into the suburbs. They’d reached miles of empty land. Hillsides and forests. The Commander just trailed behind him.

They drove up a hill, the road empty and silent, until they stopped where there stood a cave, dark and barren on the inside.

“Come,” he grappled to the bushes at the side of the cave’s opening. “We have to wait ‘till he comes out.”

There were no stars, just as Y/N remembered her home city would be. She thought of how she felt the first time she saw a field of stars above her in Venezuela, how she spent an entire night just staring at them.

But what she hasn’t seen was the view.

“It’s breathtaking, though,” she said. “The city you hate so much.”

“I don’t hate Gotham as it is,” his robotic voice echoed into the silent field, “I hate how it’s fallen submissive under him.”

“He’s never killed, hasn’t he? That’s why he’s a hero.”

“He’s delusional,” he said, “He should be out by now.“

Then there it was. The Batmobile. Almost exploding out of the cave’s opening, tires screeching as it landed on the concrete road and sped off. They waited until it was out of their line of sight, then they grappled out of the bushes at the higher grounds to land right into the cave’s entrance.

It didn’t shock her how much it was actually loaded with security.

“Don’t worry. Its security systems have only been upgraded twice since I’ve last been here.” He pulled out his hacking device, “Shouldn’t take me more than ten seconds.”

She stared in awe, both at the Knight and the cave, before the sensors suddenly disengaged.

“Eleven seconds. Not bad,” she said.

They walked in, “We only have a few minutes.”

Then there it fucking was. The Batcave. She knew it was something, but she had no idea what to expect. The Batwing was there. She had seen it fly over her house once or twice. There was another Batmobile parked beside it, looking like a few marks down from his current car. It was larger than two stories, and it looked absolutely magnificent.

Batman’s computer was at arm’s reach.

They dropped down onto the floor, making it more and more unrealistic the more she stepped further inside. The man had more suits than he’s ever even worn. The Knight, however, didn’t waste time admiring the Batcave. He walked straight to the computers.

Until something caught his eye.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmured under his breath.

Y/N turned to see what he meant, but it turns out he was only staring at a displayed suit inside a glass case. “I think that used to be his sidekick’s. Robin.”

He didn’t answer, and instead continued to look at it. He didn’t move, or even take a second to look away the moment it caught his attention.

He pressed the button to raise his visor. He still didn’t say anything. His eyes were dark and hooded, and he took a step closer to the glass case.

She could feel something was off. Something she didn’t think to look for. Whenever the Knight grew angry, she never actually got to see his face. He had his visor for that. And now, he was there, looking at the suit like it struck something within him. The Commander looked down at his feet. Standing against the glass was a picture of Batman and Robin, smiling. The Knight was looking at the picture as well.

The Commander walked closer to him, standing behind his back. The Knight didn’t seem to notice her. She wanted a closer look at the picture.

And when she did, she regretted it.

Fuck.

No.

No. no. no. no.

Commander Y/N stepped back, and just as the Knight pulled his arm way back.

“Don’t!”

He stopped. The glass would’ve broken, and it would’ve triggered something in the cave. Fuck.

She had no idea what to tell him. Commander Y/N looked just as distraught, though hers was in fear and he was in his lowest, depressive state. She stepped back.

“I-“

“Wait outside.”

“But-“

“Commander.” The slight crack in his voice pushed her another step back. He didn’t scream. But she obviously didn’t want him to. “Wait outside.”

He’ll be fine. He has to be. But Crane was right. There was something that triggered him in the cave.

The Commander grappled up where they came in, not even turning back. Then it dawned to her.

Fuck. Fucking hell. That was him. In the picture.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

And she knew it. She just knew it. Then suddenly she felt horrible, somehow because she knew because she found out, not because he was ready to tell her. The Knight never would’ve told her. Never to the Militia.

And he knew. Just from the look of her face when she’d realized it. He’d probably kill her. Or leave her in Gotham. She knew too much. Fuck. This was the end of her.

The Commander leaned against her bike. How was she going to face him now?

Should she fess up? Tell him exactly how much she knew?

No. That’s how he’ll decide to kill her. The Knight was a ruthless, cruel man. She’d somehow forgotten that overtime. This was the man who assembled an army, dragged out anyone in his way, killed like no one could see him, and was planning to take control of an entire city. Whoever the man she thought he was until this point on, he didn’t exist.

The Knight walked so quietly out of the cave,

She kept her silence. Speaking would only do her so good. Commander Y/N kept her head down and picked up her helmet. She couldn’t even look at him.

The Knight kept his visor off. His face hadn’t changed. “It’s done.”

Y/N knew he was mad, but he was trying to hide it.

Say something.

“I’ll let Deathstroke know.”

And at the sound of her voice, so carefully picked out. He almost flinched. The Knight exhaled, smoke coming out of his mouth. His movements were so slow she could count the seconds. Then his head turned to her.

Her helmet dropped to the floor when he grabbed her face and kissed her.

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let-it-raines · 6 years

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Are we ever going to see anything from Emma's point of view in Second in Command? Love your work :D

Well hello Anon! You probably thought I was ignoring you for how long it took me to answer this, but I didn’t want to come up empty handed. So I present to you a short little drabble of when Emma and Killian met from Emma’s point of view.

For reference, Killian’s POV is in chapter one here :)

Sometimes she misses America. She doesn’t miss her hometown,the place where she’s now an outcast when she was once a valued citizen, butshe misses her actual home. Shemisses the fact that she could walk to the beach from her house, and she misseshaving a house with a backyard, her old swing set rusting in the grass belowthe oak tree where many a childhood memory was made. She misses the place whereshe grew up, the magic of the small town, even if it’s not so magical anymore.

She misses the weather during the spring. Sure, it rains,but there are more sunny days than anything else. Here, in the midst of London,it’s like it rains more than the sun shines. Her hair is constantly frizzing fromthe droplets that fall from the sky, and she owns more rain boots than anythingelse, which is odd for a girl who once wore nothing but sandals and whitetennis shoes, maybe the occasional ankle booties that were more for looks thanpracticality. Now she dresses so that her feet don’t get wet.

On days like today, where the sky is overcast and the rainmakes the street look like nothing more than a blurry image, all she wants isto curl up in her bed and watch a movie, something cheesy and romantic and entirelyunrealistic because romance doesn’t work out like it does in the movies, notfor girls like her who are damaged goods. But she can’t do that because she hasto work, her parents giving her more responsibility at the pub than before eversince she decided she didn’t want to go to college – or university as they callit here.

So she pulls on a pair of her favorite skinny jeans andpulls her hair up in a high ponytail, thinking that she needs to get it trimmedbecause it still brushes the middle of her back, before heading downstairs andgreeting Will as he opens up for the night.

As the night goes on a few people filter in and out, butit’s mostly empty tonight, most likely due to the rain and the fact that it’s aTuesday. That’s when the chime over the door goes off and she sees a guy with abaseball cap on walk in, jeans soaked through so that they cling to his thighs,showcasing the muscles underneath – she doesn’t stare, she swears – and waterabsolutely rolling off of him. She’d feel bad for the guy, obviously surprisedby the downpour outside, but then he’s walking across the pub, water followingin his trail, and sliding into one of their booths.

He’s going to fuck up the leather if he sits like that, andthey can’t afford to reupholster the material. Plus, it’s the same materialGrandpa put in, and she never wants that to change. So she’s at least going toget him some towels to sit on and dry off with, but it’s when she’s walkingtoward the stairway to their apartment that he turns his head, a flash of blueeyes and perfectly trimmed stubble appearing underneath the bill of his cap.

Holy shit, shethinks, mouth gaping open at what she’s sure is a dream because that can’t bewho she thinks he is. Why the hell would he be here? Shouldn’t he have securityor like a cape and a crown or something? How the hell did a prince, a fuckingprince, end up in her parents’ pub absolutely dripping with rain water?

She doesn’t quite know what possesses her to do what shedoes next, but the guy’s obviously a little down on his luck – if that’s evenpossible – and she doesn’t want him getting sick and dying of pneumonia onlyfor that to be traced back to her. She’s not here to get blamed for somethingelse she didn’t do. So she takes a breath, squaring her shoulders, and walksover to him.

“Up,” she begins, raising her hands to demonstrate what shemeans like the guy can’t understand English, and wow this was not her nicestfirst impression.

Instead of standing he raises his head to look at her, andwhile she’s not one to fawn over the two princes like every other girl sheknows, she can admit that he’s handsome, even if he’s soaking wet. Maybeespecially if he’s soaking wet.

When he doesn’t respond, she says it again. “Up.”

“Just…just what do you think you’re doing, lass?”

Did his voice just squeak??

She nods her head to the booth and crosses her arms over herchest, and why is she being so stern? Youdon’t trust men, a little voice in her head reminds her. You’re just trying to help someone out,another voice says. “You’re going to ruin the leather with how soaked throughyour clothes are, and while this place isn’t the palace, it doesn’t mean youcan just ruin our booths.”

Shit, she didn’t mean for that to sound so rude.

Something flashes in his eyes, and she realizes that it’sprobably concern over the fact that he’s been recognized. But he’s getting outof the booth anyways, towering above her as she looks up at him as she’s tryingto hold her ground over whatever the hell she’s just gotten herself into.

She doesn’t know what’s come over her because she’s grabbinghis forearm, his skin warm against her fingertips despite the water, andleading him up to her apartment. That’s safe right? She’s not going to getmurdered by a prince. Would he even get arrested for that? How does that work?She’s pretty sure his dad doesn’t even have to have a driver’s license, so thelaws are a little murky.

Once they’re upstairs and neither of them have spoken, she doesn’t even know what to say, shereleases his arm to get some of her dad’s clothes. Her dad’s definitely a sizeor two larger than him, so she finds a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt knowingthat he can wear those without any problem.

When she gets back to the living room, he’s staring at apicture of she and her parents during her fifteenth’s birthday dinner, hisfingers running across the frame as he holds it.

“In case your detective skills aren’t great,” she tells him,startling him so that he puts the frame back down with what can be described asbutter fingers, “those are my parents. And obviously me.” She walks over to himand hands him the clothes. “Here. Put these on. They’re my dad’s, and theyshould fit you. I can put your clothes in the dryer if you want. We have onehere, just got it last year.”

Why in the world did she feel the need to add that lastpart? He doesn’t care about their appliances or when they got them.

“I, um,thanks,” he tells her, taking the clothes and scratching his beard. “That’sreally kind of you miss…”

“Nolan,” she answers. “I’m Emma Nolan.” Oh crap what doesshe call him? “It’s nice to meet you, your Highness.”

His face recoils, a look of disgust passing over him quicklybefore disappearing. “Please,” he says, “just call me Killian.”

She’s not one to swoon over a guy with an accent, but hisvoice is deep and the words roll off his tongue. She understands why there arealways stories about him with women. The accent (though that is normal here)and the looks and the whole prince thing.

She can’t help but laugh at thinking of how her mom wouldabsolutely flip out if she was here. “My mother might murder me if she heard mesay that, but okay, Killian.”

“Can, I, uh, can I just change in one of these rooms?”

“Bathroom is the first door on the left.”

While he’s changing, she start’s to realize how weird thissituation is. It kind of feels like one of those Hallmark movies her momwatches, but more real. Like, she’s not going to fall in love with the guy andchange the monarchy with her sparkling personality and magic vagina.

Did she just think the words magic vagina? That’s from a movie, isn’t it? She doesn’t know. Itdoesn’t matter.

She needs something to do to occupy her time and her handsafter starting the dryer, walking to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate.She thinks of making it the old fashioned way, but instant will do for now.

“Hot chocolate? No tea?”

Shit, she didn’t even know he’d come back, and wow she’sglad she wasn’t holding a pot of scalding hot water because that would haveburned had she dropped it.

“Well, that’s very stereotypical British of you,” she jokes,turning around to look at him and sprinkling some cinnamon into her hotchocolate. She doesn’t know if he’d like it, so she leaves his plain. “But Iguess you are as stereotypical British as they come.”

“Are you not British, love?”

Oh wow, dumb question,Killian, she thinks, scrunching up her nose to keep her from saying thatout loud.

“Well, ifmy American accent is anything to go by, I’d say no.” His cheeks flush red and herface melts, just the tiniest bit, into a soft smile at the fact that she justembarrassed him a bit. “Dad’s American. Mom’s British. I’ve got dualcitizenship. Was raised in America until a little after I turned eighteen, sowe’ve been here for about two years now. Cameacross the pond,” she’susing a cheeky accent now, and she hopes he doesn’t get mad at that, “when mymom’s dad died, and he left us the pub.”

“That’squite the story, Emma.”

It is, butshe doesn’t like talking about her history too much, the recent bad faroutweighing the earlier good. So she shrugs her shoulders. “Eh. It is what itis.”

Shedoesn’t know how, but they dissolve into a good conversation. He doesn’t seemtoo keen on sharing things about himself, and she can’t tell if that’s justbecause of who he is compared to her or if maybe he’s just having a bad night.She seems to decide on the latter, the bags around his eyes not somethingpeople his age normally have, so she just talks about herself, not somethingshe likes to do but she doesn’t mind too much tonight.

He willchime in when she says something he likes. They watch a lot of the same showsand read a lot of the same books, fantasy series and comedies seemingly hisfavorites as well. He’s funny, she realizes, and he never mentions anythingabout his position in life. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was anormal guy. She likes him, thinks he might actually be an interesting person,but she knows that tonight is most likely a one time thing. She’ll probablynever see him again.

When thedryer dings to let her know that his clothes are dry, a pang of disappointmentrushes through her, but she ignores it as she gives him his clothes and heredresses. It’s been a nice night, and it’ll be a cool story to tell one daydown the road when she and Ruby are watching him get married to some duchessfrom Norway.

“So youcan’t stay up here, but I can’t technically just kick you out, especially now thatyou’re not going to ruin our booths with your wet clothes. So you can eitherstay down in the pub or go someplace else. It doesn’t matter to me.”

Somethingseems to flash across his eyes, but she doesn’t know what. Surprisingly enough,he ends up sitting at the bar counter nursing a rum and talking to her untilclosing time. When it’s time for him to go, he gives her a soft smile, eyesbright even in the dimness of the pub, and walks out the door telling her it was nice to meet you, Emma with akiss on the back of her hand.

When shelocks the door behind him, she collapses her back against the wooden frame,tightly closing her eyes and before looking down at where he kissed her hand,whispering to herself, “what the hell just happened?”

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canaryatlaw · 7 years

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Today was okay-ish. Not great really. I'm still just in a weird space, mentally. Still can't get my mind to stop racing. I did call my psychiatrist today but he wasn't in that office today, but they took a message and said they'd have him call me, and asked if I needed to be today, so I said I mean it's okay if it's tomorrow but today would be preferable. I didn't get a call back today. Sigh. And it's just that much more difficult now that I'm working 9-5 because when am I supposed to do things like call my psychiatrist or anyone else that is only open 9-5? When am I supposed to go to the doctor ffs? I have one appointment scheduled for late June at 8 am. I'm sure that's gonna go over well with my brain. Sigh. Now I'm getting worked up over this which is the last thing I wanted to do. I think I'm gonna go up to 4 mg of Xanax a day though. It's still within the threshold he said I could try to figure out. I just want to talk to him about it because this guy knows my brain better than probably even me and when something that used to work is no longer working it's not a good sign. I should move on now though. Alarm went off at 7 and I successfully convinced myself to get out of bed by 7:01. Got ready, poured my cocoa krispies and then looked at my milk and it had apparently curdled when the refrigerator does was stuck open for some reason when I got home yesterday. Great. At least I figured it out before I poured it onto my cereal. So I hurried around grabbing some oatmeal (one of the disposable cups) and some cinnamon toast eggos. Made the bus so that's good. I got to the office and went to go see my supervisor but she wasn't in her office, so I just went back to mine and started working on the stuff she gave me yesterday. Not that long after she showed up at my office and said she was gonna be taking a personal half day but would make sure I had enough work, and that she'd probably be going down to court at 10:30 if I wanted to join her so I said sure. Kept working until then, then went down to court and absolutely nothing interesting happened when I was hit by another one of my wow you're going to close your eyes every 3 seconds now and be incapable of keeping them open spells that I've been getting lately when I'm sitting still and focusing on one thing, and at some point after that started my supervisor came over and said it looked like all the cases were just getting dates so it wasn't gonna be interesting if I wanted to go back upstairs. I'm not sure if she saw that I was visibly falling asleep or not, lol, but I took the out. It was a little past 11 at this point and I think then was when I called my psychiatrist. Then I didn't really have any work to do so I closed my door and set my alarm for noon and took a nap. I woke up at like 11:45 so I was probably only "out" for like 30 minutes, which I figured I'll just work through my lunch to make up for so it'll be fine. I mean, power naps are a thing right? And as long as I get the work done it's not like anyone cares, so....not a big deal lol. So I then opened my office door and started conversing with the two ladies who have the offices across and next to mine. The offices are kind of set up mostly in these 3 pod systems, and this is the first time I'm actually in a full 3 pod, since first semester the office next to mine was empty and last semester I was just kind of off in a corner. So we talked as we worked and that was cool. One of the ladies gave me some DCP packets to do, which they seem to think is like the worst thing ever and kept apologizing for giving me such a boring assignment and I'm like.....dude, I spent an entire semester doing this basically. This is child's play lol bring on the packets I can do them all. So I did all 4 then reported back to her and expressed my concern about the investigation into the last one that was somewhat lacking (whenever an allegation gets unfounded on the grounds that "it's the kids word versus the foster parents word so I'm gonna believe the foster parent" the kill bill sirens start going off in my head). So that was good. She then asked if I wanted to do some trial prep for a TPR, so I spent the rest of the afternoon sorting through a rather large file to write up a timeline of services that mom and dads 1&2 did or did not do (no polygamy, just two different dads for two kids). It wasn't terribly thrilling but it was fine. I left right around 5 to catch the 5:13 train, which I'm gonna have to start leaving a little bit earlier for because the last two times it's been a few minutes early and I've barely made it (it's typical for me to get in anywhere between 8:50 and 9, so I figure 5 minutes here or there evens itself out). Trip home was fine, quickly threw some dinner together and tuned into the flash, most of my excitement stemming from knowing that watching this week's episode meant getting to next week's episode when my bby Len is coming back haha so more of a means to an end than anything else, but I actually really liked the episode! I definitely like, snorted when they showed that in wiping Barry's memories they screwed over Savitar too and now killer frost was like welp, gotta help them fix it lol. The scene with her and Cisco though, like stop it broke my heart so much <\3 like JUST LET CAITLIN BE HAPPY DAMMIT IT ISNT THAT HARD UGHHHH so that made me sad. The main part with Barry was pretty comical, him and Iris were adorable together even with the inevitable this isn't their reality looming over their heads. And they managed to get the probable cause hearing fairly by the book, so I didn't get too pissy over that (I mean, there's no way that would be the only possible way to keep the guy in custody and he would HAVE to be released otherwise, so that part was totally unrealistic, but I realize that was just a necessary plot point). But overall I really liked the episode and then of course the first shot of the preview had me flipping a shit immediately because LEN IS STANDING IN FRONT OF THE WAVERIDER and we already know he was wearing oculus clothing in other shots on the sizzle reel and ugh.......I really don't want to get my hopes up but I can't help it, they're already sky high. I really wouldn't be surprised if it's another fake out, though I would probably be the angriest I've been with them at this point. I guess we'll see where that goes. It took me about 6 minutes to remember that prison break comes on right after the flash (and by remember I mean going to the my shows list to watch B99 and see oh shit it's recording) but I caught up to live pretty quickly. I felt pretty distracted during this week's episode, probably just due to weird mental head space again. But I'm glad they're making progress and then they were like 3 episodes left!!! and I was like what????????? This is way too short lol. But I'm very much looking forward to that teased Michael/Sara reunion for next week because I know it's gonna be epic. Lol, at the end of the episode they're like "Michaels dying!" and I was like lol, when is Michael Scofield not dying? Also, at this point I'm just convinced Michael doesn't know how to give up on anything so he just keeps trying crazier and crazier ideas until one of them inevitably and inexplicably works. But I am enjoying that. So after that, I did watch Brooklyn 99. I may be totally wrong on this, but I could've sworn B99 used to be a half hour show??? I'm probably just wrong but I definitely thought that. This episode at least seemed very distinctly split into two parts, both of which were pretty great. The Rochester partying was hilarious of course as was them recreating what happened. Then there was the whole Amy/Jake storyline with her taking the sergeants exam that led to that super sweet scene of him just being like this is your dream and it's been your dream before we started going out, I've always known you were gonna be my boss anyway and it was really adorable (and then he went all die hard and it was really funny). And yeah, that pretty much capped my tv for the night. I got into a Twitter DM convo with one of the DCTV podcast hosts (I'm being intentionally vague here) regarding the appearance of the waverider in the trailer and they weren't happy about it and was just kind of ranting at legends and normally we just have stupid and amusing conversations about our shows so it got kind of awkward for a minute there but we both calmed down and were like okay it's fine people have opinions lol. And plus they have an entire podcast to rant to about their opinions, so the need to do it to me personally isn't really there. We're fine though, I like them and I enjoy talking to them. And that was pretty much my day. Tomorrow is Wednesday and my third day at "work" for summer. Did I mention I'm the only law clerk in the office right now? My name looks so lonely on the sign in sheet, lol. Most people are still in finals, I just finished really early and wanted to make sure I made it back in time for the child death case to be up so here I am. I'm probably the only law clerk in the building at this point 😂 but yeah, as far as I know I'll finally be going iron the field (maybe I should pack a change of clothes? We didn't discuss this) or maybe she's coming to the courthouse but I'll be interviewing a 5 year old girl who was removed from her mother's care about 2 weeks ago after reports of physical abuse and that mom was a heroin addict with visible track marks on her arm, and she was always referring to her daughter as "that little bitch" and like throwing her around, and also they were living in like complete desolation, like there were holes in the floor and no heat (and this is Chicago and even though ITS FUCKING MAY it's still been freezing) and many other such examples and yeah, it wasn't good. The DCP investigator seemed to think the girl appeared as a normal happy, healthy 5 year old so that's encouraging. I guess we'll see how that goes. Okay, time for bed now. Goodnight punks. Stay awesome.

#daily journal #May 2017

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