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chelleztjs18 · 1 year

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Hello you mrs. honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag 😌

I have been sleeping early than usual actually. I think I am just ready for the last few days to past but it feels like the week is dragging lol

Oh wow that is pretty late. I'm surprised that Emily had energy to open presents and play at that time hahaha I would have been telling her to go sleep or santa will take the presents back lol just kidding I wouldn't do that to a 2 year old.

By the way, has it snowed there yet?

That's exciting! Are you guys going to just drive to Texas or fly again?

I tried moscow mule once.. was not a big fan of it 😅 I think I only really ordered it for the little mug hahahaha 😆

Same, I think most places that I've been to that served tiramisu only uses sponge cake. Yeah, I'm planning on making that mango dessert again but with less condensed milk. I am already too sweet. Hahahaha just kidding 😂

CA does have a lot of filipino places 😭 my uncle lives there and I want to visit him next year so that he can take me to all the restaurants that have good filipino chefs. Here there's only one place I know that was open a few years ago, but I don't know if they still are after the whole covid thing 🥲 there is a lady that I found on Facebook that caters and does pick up orders for filipino food though. I ordered her food once and it was decent.

Do you guys have Indonesian snacks that you'd recommend? Since I can't find any Indonesian restaurants here, I may be able to get snacks at the small oriental store we have in Omaha.

Hm that's interesting 🤔 all your movie choices have barely any dramatic scenes. Have you always been like that, not wanting to cry because you think it shows weakness? (Sorry if that came out bad and rude, I don't mean to be rude)

I have to think about mine too because I am drawing blank for 3 movies. I can only think of one that always make me cry and that's the Phantom of the Opera - the part where they sing all I ask of you and then the ending part around where Christine kisses the phantom.

Next, name 3 movies that you could watch on repeat and never get tired of.

By the way, I made a separate account and started writing! Well I don't know if you'd consider it writing, but I posted mostly conversation stuff between r and characters (mainly Wanda).

-CuriousGeorge

Hello hello corn-punn!

How r u today? Aw thats no fun u sleep earlier than usual.. just kidding.

Why u cant wait for the days to past? R u that ready for new year? 😆😁 whats ur plan for new year?

Haha yeah, i let her play but then she followed whn i said it's time to bed..thank god..hahahha.

No, it hasnt been snow or anything here..im so upset right now..🙄 it's not even that cold here.. only 66.

We r driving to t3xas.. it's only 3.5 hours.

Haha i love moscow mule. It's one of my favorite cocktails. I have a set of the copper mugs n the shakers. My husband gave me. Lol. I guess i love moscow mule that much that he gave them to me.lol. my most favorite drink is apple martini and a cocktail named buttery nipple 😅 (it's baileys and butterschotch schnaps).

Haha i used to joke like that about me being too sweet already n thats why i dont need any more sugar on anything 🤣

But i agree with u, u r a sweet person so dont put too much condensed milk,okay?

Hmm right now i cant think of any snacks.. i like Beng Beng it's like snickers but more chocolaty n less caramel. I like the superman wafers.hahah. there is this sweet tea it's called teh botol but it's in a box 😅 it's my favorite. It's very famous there.

Ah i see. Yeah sometimes facebook have some information of our country food..sometimes it can be pricey though. U can google indonesian food n if u have any questiom about it, u can ask me.

Yeah,i'm always like that. I guess it's because i try to look strong in front of my sister. U know, to be a good example for her.

My sister is more expressive than i am. I would try n pretend to be strong until i break down n even that i usually choose to be alone when i have a break down. 😅

So it will hurt my pride too if i cry just because of movies.

I love phantom of the opera.. n that All I Ask Of You is one of my favorite song from that show.

3 movies i never get tired to watch..well,since im in the mood of rebel so i will give u more than 3. 😅😆

1. The Proposal

2. White Chick

3. Any modern family episodes

4. Devils Wear Prada

5. Age Of Ultron

6. Greta

7. 13 Going 30

8. How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days

9. Hot Chicks

How bout u?

Next questions

Cheerio!

#chellez answers #ask answered #anon answered #curious george anon

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random-jot · 4 years

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The firetruck’s here for the kitty in the tree

#yeah surprise guys im superman i have been the whole time #me #selfie #dyed hair #black hair #superman #holy musical b@man #clark kent

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pagesfromthevoid · 2 years

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Ooooooo do we get ~angst~ in chapter 12 of A Fucking Duck ?? im so excited idk how to tell you

A Fucking Duck | a.c. | 12

Adrian Chase x Bat!fem!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Violence. References to sex. Nazis. Language.

Author’s Note: Define “angst” because honestly. I did something but it’s not super angsty but I think part 13 is gonna the angst. And possibly the end?? Who knows. I’m on a roll though —also, this got really fucking long. Sorry lmao

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“Who are you texting?” Adrian asked, peering over her shoulder as Chris turned up the music.

“Flash,” she said simply, writing out in very clear terms, since Barry was a bit of an idiot sometimes, ‘SOS: Aliens in Evergreen, WA’ and coordinates. “If he actually looks at his phone, he’ll be there before we are.”

Adrian made a face, pouting it seemed. “I can’t believe you dated the Flash. Is that why you said he could beat Batman and Superman?”

“No, I said he could beat Batman and Superman because he actually could,” she explained, looking up at him. “I don’t see why it’s such a big deal. We dated for like two months.”

“We’ve barely been dating that long,” Adrian argued.

“You sound like you’re jealous, pretty boy,” she teased, elbowing him. “Think of it this way: not only have you got me to fall just stupidly in love with you in less time…” She reached up, cupping her hand against his ear as she whispered, “But you’ve also made me cum more times than he ever did.”

Adrian looked down at her with surprise, but it turned into a ridiculous amount of pride as he puffed up a little bit. “Fuck yeah, I have. And I’ll do it again when we finish this, too.”

“Do what again?” Economos asked, glancing at them from the rear view mirror.

“Oh, make her —“

“Dinner,” she quickly interrupted, elbowing him with a knowing grin. Economos gave them both a disgusted look, knowing exactly what he meant.

Adrian shrugged, looking back up at Chris who was rocking out. He quickly started to follow along as she pocketed her phone. Watching the two, she rolled her eyes and kicked her feet up on the seat across from her.

“Aren’t you guys acting a little too casual?” Economos asked, clearly wary of the whole situation.

“There’s no wrong time to rock, dude,” Chris insisted, playing air guitar.

Adrian was pretending to play the drums, and she was rolling her eyes. As she went to comment on how ridiculous they were, however, the van suddenly shook —and then they were thrown to the side. She screamed, bracing her head between her arms as she hit the other side of the truck. Adrian dropped as the van rolled a few times, before he groaned. She coughed, sitting up as Eagly screeched.

“What the fuck was that?“ Economos demanded, crawling towards the door.

Chris pushed himself up as the side of the van seared open. Adrian grabbed her, pulling her up as the side of the van was pried open.

“Dad?”

“Oh, fuck,” Adrian mumbled.

“Dad, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“What I should have fuckin’ done years ago, you stupid piece of shit.” Smith’s dad held up his arms, and phaser beams shot out at them.

Adrian shoved her to the side as he and Chris avoided the blast. She pulled her gun, shooting at the bastard as Adrian started next. He stood without issue, firing into the White Dragon’s armor and forcing him out of the van. She tried to follow, but Adrian pushed her back as he pulled out a grenade.

“No wrong time to rock!” He laughed, pulling the pin and throwing it.

“What the —“

Another explosion rocked the van and the group and she realized suddenly what he had done. Flashes of Jason’s death flooded the forefront of her mind; the bloody and battered corpse she had to identify. Thinking now that she would have to do the same for Adrian as he literally blew himself up —she screamed out as Chris did.

“Vig!”

“Adrian!”

“We gotta go!” Economos yelled at them both, pulling Chris back by his arm as he tried to run after him. She tried to run into the smoke next but Chris grabbed her, yanking her with them into the woods. She fought against his grip, screaming at the top of her lungs. Chris inevitably had to throw her over his shoulder as they ran further, because she was dragging her feet to get back to Adrian

“We can’t fucking leave him! We need to go back!” She begged, breathing becoming erratic as she hit Chris’s back angrily. “I can’t let him die alone!”

“He’s —he’s not dead —there’s no fucking way,” Chris insisted, though he sounded like he was in denial.

“How the fuck did he find you?” She screamed at him as they ran deeper into the forest.

Chris stopped for a moment, dropping her, before looking between her and Economos. Then he yanked his helmet off. “Shit.”

The bushes rustled next to them and she immediately pointed her gun at it. A raccoon slipped out of the grass, hissing. Chris swatted her hand and dug through one of the pouches on his belt, pulling out string.

“Please god, tell me you’re not actually going to —“

“You got any better ideas? If we stop moving, they’ll fucking know.”

She put her hands up and sat down next to Economos. For a solid five minutes, they watched Chris manhandled a raccoon, that was incredibly unwilling to be caught. However, after several swats at Chris’s face and a swift kick to the butt to get it to run away, his helmet was tied to the raccoon and running away. She watched it retreat, ducking behind a tree as the racist fucks followed the tracker.

“Raccoons are hardcore,” Chris whispered, touching his face after a moment.

“It wasn’t exactly inconsistent with what I thought would happen if a man walked up and grabbed a wild raccoon,” Economos commented, adjusting his glasses to look back at Chris.

Eagly suddenly landed in front of them, and she took a moment to compose herself. Adrian couldn’t be dead. He just couldn’t be. No one actually ever died doing superhero shit —they always came back to life. Except Jason. And Flag. They were both definitely super dead. The panic was rising in her chest as she considered that Adrian was actually dead, but she had no time to panic as Chris grabbed her by the arm again, pulling her along.

“Don’t shut down on us now,” he ordered, looking back at her. “Vig trusts you not to freak out. You have to fucking keep it up.”

She stared at him, nodding frantically as she pried her arm from his grip. They ran for a while before the woods let out onto the highway. The car the Nazis had drove was pulled haphazardly to the side and she shoved passed Chris when she realized it was Adrian passed out behind the wheel. Her hands banged against the window.

“Adrian, babe, wake up,” she called out. He stirred some, looking confused and disheveled. “Unlock the door, come on.”

He fumbled around as Chris smacked the window again before the door finally opened. Chris pushed Adrian into the passenger seat as Economos opened the back door. Eagly screeched, biting at the man as he climbed in.

“What the fuck is wrong with your bird?” He demanded as she got in behind Eagly, being bitten herself as he screeched at her next.

“I’ll fucking break your wings, I don’t give a shit if you’re endangered,” she warned him, pointing down at the eagle in anger. He screeched again, biting at her finger before she pushed him out of the way, leaning between the front seats to look Adrian over. “Hey, god, you’re okay —how the fuck are you okay?”

“Dunno,” he mumbled, reaching over to turn up the radio. He laughed almost absently. “No wrong time to rock, motherfuckers.”

“No; this is decidedly the worst time to rock,” Chris snapped at him.

She rested her forehead against the padding of his armor. “Jesus Christ.”

“How did they find you guys?” Adrian asked, coming to a little more.

“There’s a fucking GPS tracker in Chris’s helmet,” she explained, swatting at Eagly who was nipping at the braid that fell down her back. “Don’t fucking touch me, Eagly.”

Adrian looked back at her then back up at Chris, eyes slightly wide as he sucked in a breath.

“What?” Chris demanded. She watched the two share a look before it dawned on her. It must have hit Chris too, as he slammed on the brakes and got out.

“I didn’t know! I thought they were expensive!” Adrian yelled as Chris threw open the trunk.

She got out, leaving the door open behind her as Adrian yelled about having to pee and took off back into the woods. Eagly hopped out behind her and Economos yelled about it.

“Adrian, what the fuck —you can’t just leave —“

“Just fucking let him go, I’m pretty sure he’s concussed,” Chris waved it off but she shook her head. “Eagly! Get back in the car! Can you deal with that?”

She looked back at the Eagle with annoyed frown as Chris took off with the bag of helmets. After a moment of trying to egg it on with her boot, Economos got out and crinkled a bag in annoyance.

“Get back in the fucking car,” she demanded, shooing him back.

“Fucking run!” Chris suddenly screamed.

Economos climbed back into the car and crawled out the other side as she took off around the car, dropping down into the grass. They crawled into the woods, heads down as they tried to keep out of sight. She shoved him forward ahead of her, before she finally stood up and started to run.

“What the fuck, why are your pants all the way down?” Economos yelled out as she finally caught up.

Adrian stood in front of a tree, pants around his ankles, as he pissed. She covered her face with her hands, groaning. “I can’t pee with clothes touching my butt!” He justified.

“Adrian, pull up your fucking pants —we need to help Chris!”

“That’s the first time you’ve said both those things —

“Now is not the fucking time!”

Adrian groaned and wrapped it up, getting his uniform back in place. He handed her another gun, making sure she had the other still. Then they took back off towards Chris. She stopped behind the car, pinpointing who to shoot first, but Adrian launched himself off the car suddenly, landing on the Dragon’s back.

“There’s gaps in the armor dude!” He yelled as he planted a knife into the fabric at his neck.

Deciding to take a page out of his book, she ran head first into the group and launched herself at the nearest Nazi. Her legs wrapped around their neck, strangling them with her thighs, as she pressed the gun to their head and pulled the trigger. That Nazi dropped as Smith’s dad threw Adrian off his back, landing him in front of her. She grabbed him and pulled him up, standing back to back now. A spray of bullets struck and they both dropped, turning to see Economos with a machine gun.

“Fuck yeah!” Adrian screamed.

Her attention turned to Chris though, who was beating the shit out of his dad. She smacked Adrian’s arm as Chris pulled back and pulled out his gun.

“You don’t have the fucking balls,” Auggie taunted, spitting blood out. “You worthless, pathetic, useless —“

A gun shot rang out. Both Auggie and Chris seemed shocked as his father dropped to the ground. Chris stood in shock as he lowered his gun. Adrian stepped towards him, but she followed close behind as Chris started to cry, dropping to his knees now. She rubbed the back of her head awkwardly, spitting blood out of her mouth —not her’s; someone else’s —as Adrian started rambling.

“This is a really weird time to do your face exercises,” he pointed out, looking uncomfortable. “But I guess to get a jacked face like yours, you have to do it even like after you kill your dad —“

“Adrian, he’s crying,” she explained to him him, grabbing his arm and giving him a pointed look. “He’s sad, dude.”

“Oh.” He pulled away from her, reaching out to pat Chris’s shoulder. “Tender, nice touching…”

“Dude that’s creepy, knock it off,” Economos scolded, looking at her now as if to ask what his deal was. She shrugged in response; this was a whole new experience for her too.

*****

“What the hell is going on?” Harcourt demanded as she stormed into the vet with Adebayo.

Adrian had a gun pointed at the vet and his nurses. Crossfire was trying to reason with him that they didn’t need to die.

“They’ve seen our faces,” Adrian insisted, keeping his sight trained on the group in front of them. “Peacemaker and I are wanted; they know who you are. What other choice do I have?”

“Literally any other choice dude,” she insisted.

“I have to kill this vet, this nurse and this male nurse —“

“You can just say nurse,” Adebayo corrected, giving him a weird look.

Adrian considered it, but shook his head. “I think if I did that, people would assume they were both women.”

“We’re all standing right here,” Adebayo insisted.

“It must be weird waking up every day being a male nurse —“

“You’re a fucking bus boy,” Economos reminded him.

“Great; now I really have to kill them! You’re giving away parts of my secret identity!”

“We don’t need to kill them,” she insisted, looking back at Harcourt.

Harcourt hesitated before shaking her head. “No, don’t kill them. Just…we’ll tie them up, and then by the time shift change comes tomorrow, we’ll be long gone.”

“They’ve seen our faces!” Adrian insisted.

“If we don’t stop the butterflies today, it won’t fucking matter,” Harcourt snapped at him.

Adrian hesitated before groaning. “Okay but we can’t use duct tape. That’ll hurt their skin when they try to take it off.”

Economos looked at Adrian as Adebayo stepped out. Crossfire was also giving Adrian a weird look, trying to understand his thought process behind not wanting to hurt their skin but being willing to straight up murder them.

“So you’re compassionate about tape —but not brutally murdering people?” Economos asked, looking between Adrian and her, as if trying to see if she had any better understanding. She just shook her head, hands up.

Adrian thought about it for a moment, side eying the space around them, before nodding. “Yes.”

“You’re fucking weird, dude.”

Her phone rang suddenly, and when she pulled it out, she groaned. Adrian peered over her shoulder as Economos started to grab supplies to tie them up. She shooed Adrian away as she stepped aside.

“What do you want?”

“Why did you text Allen?” Bruce demanded.

“Because I’m fighting an alien invasion with five other people —three of which are normal ass humans who don’t usually do this shit?”

“You didn’t think to —oh, I don’t know, call me?”

She hummed, pretending to consider the question. “No, I didn’t —of course I fucking did. But you don’t do the whole killing thing. And we’ve killed a shit ton of people —“

“I fucking heard,” he snapped at her, cutting her off mid-sentence. “When you finish this; when you get back —you’re going to have a lot to explain.”

“Who the fuck says I’m coming back to Gotham?” She demanded.

The statement caught Adrian’s attention as he wrapped the hostages’ legs with medical gauze. Even Economos looked at her; then down at Adrian, nodding towards her as they eavesdropped on the one sided conversation. Harcourt was watching from her corner, where she was trying to recoup from being beaten to shit by Judomaster.

“I’m sorry —do you plan on staying in that shitty little town?” Bruce asked, surprised by her sudden change of mind. After all, she’d been begging to come home since the moment she arrived. “It’s that lunatic, isn’t it? You’re staying for him —“

“Don’t you call him that; you don’t know him,” she snapped back at him. “I’m staying because I like it here. I happen to have made friends. And I have a boyfriend, whose actually pretty fucking great.”

“He’s a murderer —“

“So am I! So are you! Big fucking deal!”

There was silence on the other end as Bruce considered what she was saying. As he really processed what she was trying to do. She glanced at Adrian, who was standing awkwardly as he stared at her. He gave a happy little wave as she glanced at the hostages they held, who were watching her with confusion as well. Economos was the only one not actively watching her, but she knew he was listening.

“You’re really not going to come home, then,” Bruce finally concluded.

“I’m not coming home, no.”

The line went dead, and she pulled the phone away from her ear to stare at the blank screen. Adrian stepped towards her, patting her shoulder in a similar way he had to Chris earlier. She brushed him off though, shaking her head as she looked back at him with a small smile.

“We should get a move on,” Adebayo suddenly announced as she returned. Harcourt returned her attention as Chris walked back in as well. “We gotta kill this cow.”

She pocketed her phone, crossing her arms as she joined the circle they formed. “What about your wife?”

“She understands. Sort of, at least.”

“How are we gonna do this without Murn?” Economos asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“We have someone else we can trust,” Adebayo insisted, looking past him to Harcourt.

Crossfire followed her gaze, nodding some in agreement as the rest of the group drew the same conclusion. Harcourt would make an excellent leader; it was clear as they all nodded in silent agreement. Harcourt took a deep breath, nodding finally as she began to explain everything they had been kept in the dark about. Explained Murn, explained the cow. She explained how the butterflies intended to move it so they couldn’t kill it first.

“We just need to hope we get there before they make their move,” she finally finished, looking down.

“Then we’ll go in there and kick ass like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid!” Adrian announced with excitement.

“They got murdered at the end of that movie, babe,” she reminded him, raising a brow.

“Nuh uh, there’s a freeze frame where we hear a bunch of gunshots and it goes black. That doesn’t mean they died.”

“Yes it does,” Economos insisted, frowning deeply.

“No it doesn’t. I think they just jumped over the bullets and got away,” Adrian argued, lowering his gun some.

“That is an excessively optimistic interpretation of that movie’s ending,” Economos continued.

“Both things are equally possible —“

“They really aren’t,” she chimed in, bumping his shoulder with hers.

“Well, whatever you believe says a lot about your character, babe.”

“Like how insane you are?” Economos asked him, brow furrowing now.

She just shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose as Adrian started laughing. “Oh man, I love the banter we have going on here.”

“This is fucking stupid,” she finally interrupted, ending the conversation as she turned her attention back to Harcourt. “You all heard me earlier. I’m all in.”

“Hashtag me too.”

“I guess,” Economos sighed.

“Yeah,” Adebayo smiled.

“I’m in,” Chris agreed.

“Fuck yeah.”

Their attention turned to the vet staff, who were out of their bindings and holding weapons. The team insisted that no, they weren’t needed. Adebayo got the keys to their mobile clinic, and they gathered up various medical supplies to add to what was in the RV already. As they loaded up the RV out front, she tied them back up as Adrian hung back to help. She was tying the final nurse’s leg up when Adrian finally spoke up. She stood, grabbing the backpack she commandeered and filled with supplies.

He grinned at her, resting the gun on his shoulder as they walked out. His other arm wrapped loosely around her shoulders as they walked to the RV with everyone else, loading up with everything they needed for the fight of their lives.

“You’re really gonna stay here, then?” He asked as they loaded up. He sounded hopeful, though he tried to play it off.

“I am.” She nodded, looking up at him. She smiled at him warmly. “I know where I belong.”

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princess-of-inarizaki · 3 years

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hello ! if ur requests are currently open, can i get headcanons / scenario of inarizakis manager having a celeb crush (like finn wolfhard, louis partridge ALSO if u can, can u please make the celeb crush louis patridge ? im kinda desperate for sum louis x reader scenarios lawl) and they let them simp for him cuz it's just a crush right ? right, what they don't know is that manager-chan has made some attempts for him (their celeb crush) to notice them and they have successfully made him notice them bc manager chan is such a charm, so what will be their reactions if they see manager chan holding hands with the celeb crush that they didn't worry ab ? thank u in advance if u do it ! but it's fine if ur requests aren't open,, i just didn't see any posts ab ur requests being closed hehe also sorry if i did this wrong 😭 this is my first time requesting sumthn 😭😭

Louis Patridge x Inarizaki manager

Oh my goshhh hi bb. I'm so glad I was your first :D (yes, initially, requests were closed, unfortunately) but this was literally such a good one, I couldn't resist writing it. (I'm in love with Louis Patridge too, bubs)

Also, just a tip (if you're gonna request on anon, make sure you follow me, or have my profile saved because tumblr doesn't give you a notification when I've answered you 🥺🥺)

🦋; Inarizaki manager (reader) x Louis Patridge (celeb crush) x Inarizaki vbc ,, triggers: none!!

“Guys. DID YOU WATCH ENOLA HOLMES?” your breathless face was red due to fact that you've ran a long way, obviously to tell them this.

Atsumu and Osamu nodded in unison, “Yea, that Millie Bobbi Brown chick acted prett' well”

Suna rolled his eyes. “Hated it. Only watched it for Superman, though.”

Kita shrugged, walked up to you, and shook his head as he smoothed your hair down (the stray curls obviously came undone as you were running). “I don't watch fictious movies, y/n-san. Was it good?”

Eyes sparkling, you nodded. “It was more than good. Besides, that actor, Louis Patridge? The guy who plays Lord Tewkesbury? I think I'm in love with him.” a dream-like look glazed over your eyes as you stared at your phone wallpaper wistfully.

Suddenly, the bell rang, jolting you back to reality. “Oh that's right, I need to go to class now.”, and with that, you left six very stunned boys in the gym.

“I wonder what'll be of her crush on that' actor?” asked Atsumu with a smirk. Don't be fooled though, behind the easygoing exterior, he was the most concerned of the lot (and the most jealous).

“Yer' overthinking it. They live oceans apart, and he plays movies on the big screen.” drawled Osamu.

“Yeah, I'm sure one of us still has more chance with her than him, she's actually met us, after all.” chirped Akagi, with a positive note. He was determined to win you over, and a celeb crush didn't deter him in any way.

Suna nodded, whilst Kita and Aran exchanged looks. “It's important to be supportive of her though. Albeit it being merely a schoolgirl crush, this could mean a lot to her.” said Kita, and his tone invited no further disagreement.

Back at home that evening, thoughts of the handsome brown haired boy could not leave your mind, and you logged onto Instagram, hoping to see if he had posted any updates.

He had, and it was a selfie of himself, with his tousled hair in all its "I-just-got-out-of-bed" glory. Damn, this man was sexy.

Smiling, you typed out a comment. “No offense, but if being adorable was a crime, you'd have fine written all over you ˃ᴗ˂ ”. Yes, it was dorky, and cheesy all in one. But why not? He might not ever read it anyways, as your comment got swept underneath the hundreds of others that came after it.

Sighing, you settled down to study, with thoughts about the comment and Louis pushed out of your mind.

Meanwhile, as Louis scrolled through his comments, a single one caught his eye. She used a pickup line (how adorable) which caused his cheeks to redden. Tentatively, he surveyed her profile, before feeling the familiar sensation of having a crush, wash over him.

She was gorgeous, and although he knew he shouldn't stalk random pretty girls over the internet, he couldn't help himself. Her pictures showed her to be the manager of a club of some sort, and she was almost always posing with a teammate. A male, teammate.

But damn, that smile. Even if he felt a small pit of unfounded jealousy at the guys, her smile was enough to distract him from anything.

His fingers hovered over the "follow back" button, before he finally gave in to temptation by following her, commenting, and putting his phone away quickly, suddenly feeling like a schoolboy all over again.

That morning, before school, you could barely believe the notifications waiting for you on your phone.

"louispatridge_ is following you"

"louispatridge_ commented: nah, if anyone's fine, it's gotta be you ˃ᴗ˂ "

Of course, after having seven mini panic attacks, and fawning over him, you set out to tell your boys at the volleyball club the good news.

And all you could think about on the way there was how Louis Patridge somehow noticed you. It was unbelievable, and somehow turned your insides to jelly.

As soon as you reached the gym, you flung yourself on Atsumu, engulfing him in a hug. “Guys I'm so happy” you managed to choke out.

Atsumu obviously enjoyed holding you, and he gently wrapped his arms around you to feel your heart beating quickly

“To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing you this early, y/n?” joked Aran.

Wordlessly, you dug into your pocket and pulled out your phone. “He thinks I'm fine. Fine means hot right? I mean, I used it meaning hot. Because he is hot. And he thinks the same of me, that's gotta be good? And the emoticon. He used the same one, he's so cu—”

But you were interrupted out of your whisper-babble by the boys' shocked faces. He noticed her? This fast? “I'm so happy for you, y/n” said Akagi cheerfully, but internally he was demotivated and sad at the prospect of you dating the young star.

Suna looked at you thoughtfully and ruffled your hair. “That's my girl. She's just as amazing and capable as those girls on the silver screen.” and although it pained him to say this, he just wanted to share your happiness.

The twins were withdrawn, and Kita congratulated you, whilst obviously feeling a bit regretful for dismissing it as a "schoolgirl crush".

In general, the boys were upset, but not surprised. If you had them all collectively whipped for you, why not a movie star?

After kissing Suna's cheek and waving the rest of the boys off, you skipped all the way to homeroom, excited to share the news with your friends.

Silence followed your absence as Aran shrugged. “So are we gonna acknowledge the elephant in the room?”

Atsumu pouted and glared at them all. “Why did he have to notice her? Was it her profile picture? I've always asked her to change it, she looks way too attractive.”

Osamu nodded and jutted his bottom lip. “I mean, we think she's the most beautiful girl in the world, and apparently other guys do too.”

“Oh God make it stop” whispered Suna. “I wish she'd just stay ours. I don't mind competing with you guys, I'm obviously better, but that actor dude? No chance.”

“We'll be supportive” reaffirmed Kita. “Above all, she's out friend and we do not own her. If this makes her happy, we won't ruin it.”. Akagi and Aran were quiet.

Ever since that day, you and Louis have been slowly but steadily growing closer and falling harder for each other.

He tried his luck by texting you, and although you were shy and tentative at first, getting to know the real him was refreshing.

And you really did like him. He was intelligent, adorable, and realistic. The two of you spent your time from dusk till' dawn talking, whether on call or on text.

And no one could deny the blossoming chemistry between yourself and Louis. He was a gentleman in every way, and his honeyed words stuck in your heart, finding its way to be replayed every time you felt down.

The boys slowly saw you drifting away. And when you weren't, it was always "Louis this—" or “Louis said—” and frankly their hearts couldn't take it anymore. It was time to give up, and love you as a friend instead.

But immersed in his attention you barely even noticed.

One day, Louis called you as you were heading home after practice. “y/n! Love, guess what?”

“aw bubs, just tell me. I hate guessing. Mostly because I suck at it.”

You could hear him chuckle on the other side of the line as he softly whispered “I'm coming to Japan on the ninth!”

“Wait, Louis. Today's the ninth.”

“I know. So are you gonna come to that bubble tea place you won't shut up about, or must I come get you?”

“You're joking”

“I'm not. I've wanted to surprise you, and I swear it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Which includes getting kicked by a horse on set, but nevermind about that, y/n, I want to see you, so get your arse here.”

“Coming, Lord Tewkesbury”

“I might have a kink.”

You blushed bright red at his words. “shut up oh my gosh, I'll be there.”

Louis ended the call with a small smile on his face. He knew how easily flustered you were with him and he loved it. It was just another thing on the list of all the reasons why Louis Patridge adored you to hell and back.

The whole way to the shop, your heart was pounding. So you'd finally get to meet the guy you've been dreaming about ever since you laid eyes on him in a movie.

Ever since those late night phone calls and early morning texts made your heart race and eyes sparkle with wonder.

You were finally meeting him.

The familiar sweet smell of the tea washed over you, and a familiar face waited for you at the entrance. His brown eyes looked gorgeous in the sun and his hair was tousled exactly the way you once saw in a selfie.

Wasting no time, you ran to him, pulling him to a hug. He laughed and caught you in his arms, holding you closer as your legs wrapped around his waist. No words were exchanged, just touches. There were too many words said already.

After pulling away, he gently stroked his thumb through your features. Tucking a strand aside, ruffling your hair. His hands ached to touch you, and now, finally, he could.

“You're such a dork.” was all you could whisper, afraid speaking loudly would break the spell.

“Your dork. All yours.”

“Louis!” your voice went an octave higher as the familiar warm sensation came over your cheeks, painting them a delicate pink.

“Oh God, I've always wanted to see you blush. How can you be so adorable?? Oh God.”

You whined in protest, but frankly, you were too happy to be around him to care much at all.

Tipping your chin to face him, Louis Patridge did the one thing he dreamt of doing, ever since he stalked through your Instagram profile one fateful morning.

He kissed you.

And wouldn't you know it? You kissed him back. It was warm, comforting, and everything you thought it'd be.

Meanwhile, the boys had finished cleaning up the gym, and started heading home.

“Hey guys, do you wanna go grab some bubble tea?” asked Aran. The prospect of food, or sweet things always cheered up the boys, and after a day of particularly grueling practice, it was no surprise they agreed at once.

You however, were comfortably nestled next to Louis as you swapped stories. Your hands never left each other, though. He kept stroking your palm, just to remind himself you were here, right next to him.

“So how's the volleyball club, Mrs. manager?”

“Mrs? Do I look like I'm married?” to which Louis responded with a shrug and wink.

Coincidentally, the Inarizaki boys entered the shop at that very moment, freezing in their tracks after seeing you in a booth with Louis.

“Psst. Guys. Loverboy's here.”

“Should we say hello?”

“I might cry if they kiss” whimpered Akagi.

“We need to say hello, it's the right thing to do.” said Kita sensibly, as he walked up to the two of you. “Hello y/n-san, Louis-san.” said Kita with a slight nod.

Happily, you rose from your seat and hugged the captain, thanking him for saying hi, as you introduced him to Louis.

Soon, the other boys came around and one by one, introduced themselves as well. Honestly speaking, they were jealous. How could they possibly get over someone like you? Someone as spectacular and beautiful as you? But when they saw you face shining with radiance as you smiled at Louis, and the way his hands never left yours, they understood.

And they wanted you to be happy. That was the most important thing, above all else for the both of them.

“I love you, manager-chan.”

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The Old Guard (Movie)

okay after days and days of seeing the lovely Joe and Nicky just pop up in my youtube recommendation along with the other gay couples. I finally finally got my hands on the movie and found the perf day to watch it.

Okay let’s begin the reaction. Which im actually writing as soon as i ended the film.

First thing first, i was expecting a repeat of the monologue of when they first died on screen again when the scene repeated. Lowkey hurt that it didn’t happen but i can see why.

Second, the betrayal box was shown on the trailer so that was not surprising. Sad that Lala, sorry that’s the character from kinky boots lol, i’m sad about Copley’s character. His reason for betraying Andy and the gang was personally not good enough.

I can see why Copley would be persistent on having a cure for disease. Anyone who had a love one die because of some uncurable disease would feel that way. Still, i call bs on his naive thinking. A bunch of immortals being handed off to a scientist, AND HE THOUGHT THAT THEY WERE GOING TO BE MORALLY GOOD ABOUT IT? AND NOT TREAT SAID IMMORTALS AS RATS?

Really dude?

Is the history in The Old Guard universe THAT different for ours? Is racism not a thing there? Hilarious.

Sorry I wanted to word the above stuff in a more direct way, but i feel like it’s going to be a bit vile and too much so i’ll refrain from saying it. All i’m gonna say is that Copley was not thinking when he cooperated with a white scientist guy.

My bad way of thinking aside. Let’s get back to the movie.

When Booker first came on to the screeen i felt bad vibes from him. Something about his whole thing was not clicking for him. I knew something was bad was going to happen.

Also a sign that Booker and Copley is going to betray them would’ve been when Copley saw that Nicky had his gun on him. I doubt Copley could see from that far. So unless Booker fed him info, that will be entirely impossible.

Moving on, the bullshit that is mr lex luthor batman v superman edition 2.0 and his ranting in that convention. I knew i’m gonna hate him as soon as he opened his mouth.

One thing i hate the most are villains who justify their medical bullshittery.

We all want for medicine to progress.

We are all aware that science is never morally good. And most of all doctors and scientists has the moral compass of a cookoo clock.

An immortal plus a scientist will always always equate to fucking hot mess.

I knew Copley is going to have a reason for why he was working with Merrick. Copley was morally good, he really thought he was doing the right thing, hell he worshiped the gang and their results. Its just that for him, he wanted to have a hand on it.

We can all debate whether he has ulterior motives subconsciously. Or whether it was all just about his wife dying. (my side will be that he subconsciously wanted a hand on shaping the future, but it was buried by his want to save people who was suffering what he went through.)

But yeah that connection was solidified when he talked about his wifey.

Now can we just talk about that scene of Joe and Nicky just spitting poems at one another? Right off the bad we were introduced with a soft spoken and soothing Nicky with a snarky Joe and my goooooood when Joe started talking about who Nicky is for him my heart clenched and I just imagined being the receiving end of both of their romantic gestures. Omfg i would dieeee.

(fun fact, even after watching the trailer and seeing a lot of gifs and edits of that scene, it didn’t click to me that Joe is played by Hot Jafar actor. My friend had to point that out for me to finally get the AHA moment xD. I knew something was familiar about the guy and his voice but yeah xD)

I wish to be sang by Joe and Nicky as they both cuddle me to sleep. Oh to be the middle of that sandwhich ;A; one can only hope.

Oh i also wanted to talk about Nile’s pov with killing. I have no idea how long she had been in the military before “awakening” so im not sure and again this might sound immature, tone deaf or ignorant but, she really joined the military and was surprised that they kill people and taught to deal with it? Has she not heard of the veterans who leave the military filled with ptsd and some other stuff?

At the very least she looks like a millenial and you’re telling me she has that all sunshine and rainbows point of view of the military? This is like Copley all over again. That ranting was really unnecessary and it didn’t even resolve or whatever.

I get it she’s young and new. She literally has a family she couldn’t leave just like that BUT all she focused on is the fact that Andy killed a lot of people? REALLY? THAT’S WHAT MAKES YOU NOT WANT TO HELP THEM?

Im sorry that part is just ridiculous for me. At the very least find something better to hang over Andy’s head. Like i dunno colluding with drug people i guess?

OH OH You know what really made me sure that Booker is working for Copley and Merrick? That is when he talked about his son dying of cancer. That moment I was like “Oh yep this is my confirmation. I better prepare myself.”

I want to be thankful that the torture scene was not too much. I hate plots and tropes of scientists and doctor quacks toying with humanity and such because they are always so graphic and just inhumane. Thank god the director is a woman and we didn’t have to deal with unnecessary testosterone bullshitery that most male directors do for their movies.

I was definitely not expecting to feel sad for Booker. When they passed the judgement to him, It was fucking sad. Deserving but nonetheless sad. Booker hated being alone and straight boy has a point when he talked about how Nicky and Joe have one another. But still fucker got my gays locked up, I ain’t treating him nicely after that.

OH THE TWIST AT THE END. IM FUCKING SURPRISED. AND HORRIFIED THAT SHE MIGHT BE THE NEW BIG BAD.

AND BOOKER POTENTIALLY WORKING WITH HER? straight boy really ain’t learning anything huh.

Im excited for the possibility of a second. I’m excited to see more of Quynh and what she can do. I really hope that she ends up becoming a goodie at the end. I really don’t want her to just die as a villain.

Overall. Despite the lack of solid motivations and conflicts and stuff, the movie is very good. I rarely watch action movies because its always testoroney filled bullshits. and just dicking romance but yeah The Old Guard is right up my alley.

Now for the theories i come up while watching.

Disclaimer that I have not or is not going to follow the comics that this movie is based on. I don’t have the interest to do so so if any of my theories is actually canon and has already been talked about before, and is confirmed, please understand that I don’t do in depth research for these posts. This is all just the ranting of a guy who watched a movie. Not a critique that seem to be very abundant here in tumblr.

Theory The immortal 5

I have not kept track on how many immortals are there but my theory is that only 5 immortals are allowed to exist. When Andy lost her immortality she said that its finally her time, that maybe she finally reached her end goal. Does that mean that Nile was not immortal before that time? I would assume so because her family would’ve freaked out right off the bad when she’s a kid and her wounds just close up right in front of them.

So the immortality is not birth given but rather bestowed when one of the immortals reach their end. Im not sure if it’ll be just 5 or so, but there seems to be a give and take situation with the immortality. We also find that it’s not according to who got it first or who’s the oldest since some guy died first before Andy when we know Andy is the oldest.

uhmm... welps i think i forgot the rest of the theories i have in my head that haven’t yet confirmed by the film lmao.

oh well.

ANYWHO.

I love it i loooooove it

i wanna be in the middle of joe and nicky or just be see them personally flirt with one another. I would die happily.

#the old guard #net art #glass thoughts

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Chapter 4

The Watchtower. April 24th, 2028. 2:40 PM EST.

Damian entered the computer room and pulled his cowl off, letting a worn sigh pass his lips as he approached the seated figure currently still unaware of his presence. He didn’t think too much on it, but he and Drake hadn’t talked much since Damian became Batman. After Tim earned his Master’s in Forensics, he and Stephanie were in and out of Gotham rather frequently. Of course they saw each other every November, but they hadn’t actually sat down and had a proper conversation since… well, since Damian had been Robin.

“You certainly seem to enjoy monitor duty,” the Batman said as he leaned over the other cowled figure’s shoulder.

The Red Robin smiled as he looked back to meet his younger brother’s eyes. “Well, Stephanie always says I’m good with computers.”

“How are they, by the way?” Damian asked, taking the open seat beside Tim and running his eyes over the swarm of displays before him.

“Good,” Tim smirked. “Ryan’s about ready to start walking.”

“That’s big,” The younger man remarked, his eyebrows raised.

“Well… not as big as your news,” Tim said with a wink. “Congratulations, man.”

“Thank you,” Damian replied, rolling his eyes. He wasn’t surprised; Tim had a way of finding things out.

“Boy or girl?” The older brother leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, his eyes moving back to the screens.

“We don’t know yet,” Damian leaned back, looking at the photograph Tim had placed on the console. In it he could see Stephanie smiling back at him, holding young Ryan in her arms. The boy had her hair and Tim’s eyes. Ryan was rather soft-spoken, not quick to warm up to new people. Still, the baby took to Damian well enough, much to his relief.

“You got names picked out?”

“Yeah.” Damian smiled. “Thaddeus if it’s a boy. Angela if it’s a girl.”

“Thaddeus…” Tim turned to look back at Damian. “Like Alfred.”

“Mhmm,” Damian replied. “And Angela for Arella, Raven’s mother.”

“Where is she, by the way?” Tim reached for his coffee as he asked.

“She’s gone to see Zatanna, tell her the news…” Damian paused for a moment before looking back to Tim. “Is Superman around?”

“The big one? Yeah, he’s here talking to some of the new guys,” the other replied. “Haven’t seen yours around, though. Sorry.”

“Ah well. Thanks anyways…” Damian sighed as he looked past the displays out at the planet below. He’d seen the Earth from orbit countless times during his time as Batman, being in and out of the Watchtower periodically. But even so, the sight of the world from so far away still seemed to mesmerize him every time.

“You hear anything from Jason lately?” Tim asked, casting his gaze out at the planet as well.

“No, not in awhile…” Damian was a bit slow to reply, thinking to himself. “Pretty sure he’s still on the road with Harper and Starfire.”

“Hmm…” Tim leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. “I should probably give him a call. Make sure he’s not in jail or anything.” Damian stifled a laugh at the idea. Wouldn’t surprise him one bit; Todd was as dependable as they come, but that didn’t make him reasonable. He was still a loose cannon, and rarely did he ever do things by the book. That pattern of behavior evidently had rubbed off on Kori and Roy as well, earning their little triad a new moniker: “The Outlaws”. Damian thought it was a bit concerning, but he knew Jason meant well.

“Oracle to Batman. Dame, you there?” Damian jolted back to the present as Barbara’s voice came over his communicator. He quickly slid his cowl back on and engaged the suit’s HUD to see his sister-in-law looking back at him.

“Batman here,” the Dark Knight replied. “Go ahead, Oracle.”

“You need to get back to Gotham, now. Quinn says she’s going after Joker, and she needs you to come with her.”

“For God’s sake, I told her not to…” the Bat let out an irritated groan. “Fine, I’m on my way.” Damian looked back over his shoulder at Tim with a smile. “Drop by the Manor sometime. Dad’d probably like to hear from you.”

“We will,” Tim waved back at him. “See you soon, Little D.”

John Constantine’s apartment. Paddington, London. April 24th, 2028. 7:45 PM BST.

A light splash of water spilled into the doorway as the sorcerer stumbled through the doorway, his coat drenched from a walk in the rain. Cursing himself for not bringing an umbrella, Constantine stared back at his reflection in the mirror as the door slid closed behind him. He ran a hand roughly through his greying hair, studying the subtle lines of age beginning to show beneath his light beard. Time was beginning to catch up to him, it seemed. He smiled weakly, wondering why time had been so much kinder to his partner. Zatanna had hardly changed in the past ten years, he thought. Or maybe he just didn’t notice because they were always around each other. Despite the occasional fighting and butting heads, Zatanna Zatara was the only person John could always come back to at the end of the day. She just got him, better than anybody. Sure it sucked a little not living in the House anymore, but he didn’t mind. He hardly used all the space to begin with.

“Z, I’m back,” he called into the apartment as he stepped away from the mirror. “Knocked of early tonight, everybody was ‘eaded on home an account of all the…”

Constantine trailed off when he discovered that Zatanna had company over, locking eyes with Raven as he walked into the room.

“Hey John,” the younger mage spoke gently, leaned back into the sofa next to her sister. “How’s work?”

The detective chuckled. “Crap as always,” he replied. “Good to see ya, Sunshine.” Constantine shuffled further into the room, planting a quick peck on Zatanna’s forehead as he walked by her before dropping into his recliner.

“You hear the news?” Zatanna looked over at John as she took Raven’s hand. “You’re gonna be an uncle, pal.”

“I hadn’t heard,” John answered, peeking up as he did so, “but I could feel somethin’ comin’ off ya when I walked in. Kid’s got a strong spirit, an’ that energy comes off ya real strong if ya know how to sense it.”

“I know what you mean,” Raven said, looking down at her abdomen. “I could feel it almost as soon as it happened. I didn’t realize then what it was, but…”

“It?” John piped up curiosity. “What ya mean 'it’? Can’t ya… can’t ya tell what…”

Raven’s eyes widened. “Wait… you can??”

Zatanna turned back to Raven, one eyebrow cocked. “You really can’t? I thought you knew, what have you been doing up in that penthouse if you can’t tell?”

Constantine let out a laugh. “Boy, are you outta practice, aren’t ya kiddo?” He smirked as he began to pull off his tie. “You wanna know?”

“No!” Raven threw her hands up as she spat the word out, almost frantically. “I mean, not yet. Damian and I said we want to find out together.”

“Seems fair,” the older magician grunted as he propped his feet up on the coffee table. Before Zatanna could open her mouth with a “get your feet off the table, you moron”, a quick alert tone sounded from Raven’s communicator.

“Crap, I gotta take this, it’s from… huh.” Raven looked down in surprise at the ID displayed on her communicator. “That’s… wow, after all this time… I’ll be just a second.” Without another word, Raven quickly stood up and walked into the kitchen. Just as she left the room, John and Zatanna both looked right at each other, their faces both beaming.

“Ohhhhh ho ho, boy,” Constantine whispered. “Little Batsy’s gonna 'ave his 'ands full!”

“Right?” Zatanna replied, grinning wildly. “Can you even picture that punk with a kid?”

“Swear to god, we HAVE to get over to visit sometime,” the detective began to scheme, “even if i’s just to catch the freakin’ Batman at a little tea party in makeup for his princess!”

“You shut your mouth, John Constantine,” the older mage-girl snipped playfully, “there’s no way that little girl is gonna be the princess type. Have you SEEN her parents?”

“Z, I’ve 'eard the stories about that wank Raven 'ooked up with! They called 'im 'Prince Damian’! The girl’s already a prin–”

Both of them froze upon hearing the thump of Raven’s communicator hitting the floor, turning to see her walk back into the room.

“… cess.”

Raven’s eyes widened. “… you’re messing with me.”

Zatanna quickly stood up, walking quickly to Raven’s side. “Sis, I’m so sorry. We didn’t mean for you to– oof!” The words cut off as Raven’s arms slung around Zatanna’s neck, holding her tight.

“It’s fine,” Raven assured, a smile forming on her face as her cheek pressed into her sister’s. “This is… this is just… oh my god, it’s a girl, isn’t it?”

Constantine rose to his feet, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Heh, sorry kid. But 'ey, at least now namin’ the kid’ll be easier!”

Raven beamed back at John contently. “Actually, we already have a name picked out…” her cheeks began to redden slightly as she looked down. “… her name is Angela.”

CADMUS Headquarters, Washington DC. April 24, 2028. 11:36 PM EST.

“Welcome back to the real Project CADMUS, Mr. Wayne.”

The glass elevator doors swiveled back as Bruce walked alongside Director Waller into the dimly lit corridor. Aside from the hum of electricity, the hall of massive marked doorways was eerily quiet, save for the rhythmic clatter of the two elders’ footsteps, accompanied by the tap of Bruce’s cane. The old billionaire scanned his eyes over each doorway carefully, taking mental note of each door’s designation. He’d have to enter these into the Batcomputer when this whole ordeal was done… Bruce never trusted Cadmus. Not when he was the Batman, not they first came to into the public eye, and certainly not now. They made a habit of meddling in affairs that they had no business meddling in.

The two of them stopped abruptly at the end of the hallway and turned to the door on the left. PROJECT: KR, the door read.

“Mr. Wayne, before I show you what’s behind this door, I need to know you trust me, and that I can trust you. No more secrets here…” Waller peered over at Bruce from the corner of her eye. “… so you can go ahead and ditch that two-bit walking stick. I’m not buying your old cripple act.” Bruce looked back at the woman for a moment, before a faint smirk appeared on his wrinkled face. Chuckling low in his chest, the old Bat stood up straight, collapsing his cane and tucking it away in his coat. Waller shook her head subtly as she pressed her thumb to the print scanner on the wall. A puff of steam emitted from the doorway as the enormous metal door rose out of sight, and the two of them stepped forward into the room.

What stood before Bruce shook him to his core: at the very back of the room was a stasis pod, with the shield of the House of El emblazoned on the glass. Inside the pod was a boy, who looked about the age of sixteen, who bore a striking resemblance to…

“Dear god, Amanda…” Bruce muttered. “… what have you done?”

The old woman stepped forward, making her way to the console beside the boy. “Bruce Wayne, I’d like you to meet the Superboy.” Upon entering a few commands into the console, the pod erupted with a billow of steam as the glass case began to rise. As the fog dissipated, the boy opened his eyes slowly, revealing the same electric blue irises that Bruce had looked back into time and again throughout the years. Waller smiled. “Superboy, come greet our guest.” Immediately, the boy dropped to the floor from his pod, and walked up to the old man.

“Hello, Mr. Wayne,” the creature said quietly. “I am Superboy.”

Bruce’s brow furrowed as he thought hard about the situation he was in. The kid even sounded like the Boyscout. But his tone, the way he looked at him, the slight tremble in the boy’s knees… something was off.

“Waller, you need to start explaining exactly who and what this is, and why he’s here.”

Waller cocked an eyebrow. “Go ahead, child.”

The boy looked down at his feet for a moment before looking back up and meeting Bruce’s eyes. “I am a genetic replication of the hero called Superman. My purpose is to supplant the Superman should he fall in battle, or to destroy him should his behavior become contradictory to the interests and survival of the human race.”

Bruce crossed his arms, still processing this information. “You’re a clone of Superman.”

“Yes sir,” the creature replied, “however, I am not a perfect replication. Due to the limitations of modern human science, CADMUS was unable to produce a full Kryptonian. Instead, I am a human-Kryptonian hybrid, engineered to have as many of Superman’s traits and abilities as possible.”

“And I suspect you’ve never left this facility?” The old vigilante asked.

“No sir,” the boy answered. “The risk of Superman discovering my existence was deemed to great to permit my exposure to the outside world. Instead, I have lived here for the past year since my creation, developing my abilities and replenishing my strength through exposure to microscopic yellow suns kept within this facility.”

“Smart…” Bruce looked back to Waller, his expression grim. “So why are you showing me this?”

“Because I need some things from you. Three things, to be exact.” Amanda walked back from the console to join the two others in the room. “First and foremost, I need a favor…”

“A favor?”

“Yes…” Waller put her hand on Superboy’s shoulder. “I’ve had a change of heart after seeing how well the other Superman has been doing. What was his name? Jonathan?”

Bruce remained silent.

“Well, either way…” Waller looked to Superboy, then back to the old man. “Superboy has expressed a few times that he wants to see the rest of the world. He wants to know what it’s like out there, and… honestly, there’s not much left for him here. Doesn’t seem right to keep the boy locked away anymore.”

“This is rather out of character for you, isn’t it?” Bruce asked.

“Maybe so, but I stand by my decision. And I need your help.” Waller took another step towards Bruce. “I need you to take Superboy with you. Bring him to Superman, let him have a chance at a real life.”

“Why didn’t you just call Superman?” The Batman inquired, his eyes squinting with suspicion.

A twinge of a smirk appeared on Waller’s face. “Because you’re easier to reach, Mr. Wayne.” Bruce shook his head before looking back at the clone.

Superboy reached out, placing a hand gently on Bruce's arm. “Please.”

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