Craig: Probably flirted with literally everyone including the teachers. Had beef with the baseball coach, though he was a phenomenal shortstop.
Brian: Student council member, competitive in academics and a total teacher’s pet. Was on the bowling team and probably destroyed the competition.
Damien: Was totally a band geek and played the clarinet. Got stuffed in a trashcan twice. His baby bat emergence started his freshman year. Wore fishnets under ripped jeans before it was cool.
Hugo: Always showed up to club meetings. Somehow was able to grow a full mustache by the end of sophomore year. Joined the wrestling team but broke his arm halfway through the season. Also got stuffed in a trashcan.
Mat: Also a band geek, played some funky sax. Was in a lot of art classes and took photos for the yearbook. Was never really bothered by anyone but he was just as shy as he is currently.
Robert: We don’t talk about high school. He actually did surprisingly well in school in part to his upbringing at home. Despite that he was still a bit of a trouble maker at least outside of school and swooned many with his traditional bad boy looks.
Joseph: Jock with a good reputation. Wasn’t as religious as he is now and he hot boxed the locker room once and got away with it. Earned the nickname Kush Christiansen cause he rolled the best blunts.
So what’s the deal with mega famous celebrity bowler Tommy Oakes?
Tommy is the captain of the best bowling team in town, the Ballin’ Bowlers. Their only rival team, the Rockin’ Rollers, is led by Tommy’s nemesis, Lenny Aguilar. Everybody kinda hates Tommy Oakes. He’s full of himself and a giant turdface, but he’s a h*ckin good bowler.
Both teams frequent the Oasis Springs Dust Bowl and are constantly butting heads. There is no reconciling of differences when mega famous celebrity bowler Tommy Oakes is involved. Lenny is a few years older but isn’t nearly as awful. He’s also been trying to beat the unbeatable Ballin’ Bowlers for his entire life but has never managed to do it.
You do your best to try and ignore the vibrating phone on the table and focus on the presentation at hand. ‘Try’ being the key word. You’re so distracted by the sound, that you don’t even realize the presenter has stopped and everyone is staring at you, until Lucius clears his throat. He gives you a small smile, and you cross your arms over your chest, “If I pick up the phone, I won’t be coming back to this meeting, and we all know it.”
You’re met with several little smiles from the board members, “Who is it this time?” One of them asks. You think his name is Katsuki.
You shrug, “It’s been a mixture of both my brother and my nephew.”
“Could be an emergency.”
You scoff and roll your eyes, “The last emergency they had was when Alfred was out shopping, and Richard couldn’t find his socks. I am not their keeper, and I am certainly not their mother. I am trying to run a multi-billion dollar company, I do not have time to list off random places things might be.”
The room of men continues to stare at you for several seconds, as a brand new round of buzzing starts up. With a growl, you finally pick up the phone, and simply say, “What do you want?”
“Secure channel, 6978.”
It takes everything you have to not go stiff as a board. Instead, you keep your body relaxed, cover the receiver of the phone, and simply say, “Gentlemen I’ll get the notes from Mr. Fox. It seems to be a bit more serious than socks.”
There’s several chuckles, as you force yourself to walk out of the room.The minute the door closes you sprint. You pull the complicated heels off and you run. You stop by your office just long enough to grab your bag, and tell your assistant you’ll be out for the rest of the day and the next.
The entire time, the phone remains in your hand. Only once you’re safely in your car, do you enter the code into your phone and respond, “Channel 6978 is secure. Go on Robin.”
“Batman is down. He’s hurt bad and in surgery. J’onn is operating.”
You take a deep breath, “All right, I’m on my way back to the house. Where are you, the cave or the station?”
You bite back a curse. If they were at the station, then it was bad. “I’ll see you soon.”
“I’m coming up there.”
“I don’t think Batman would like that.”
You roll your eyes, “That’s Batman’s problem, he doesn’t think.”
The next time Robin speaks it’s a bit lighter, “Some would say he thinks too much.”
“Good thing you and I know the truth.”
“See you soon, aunt Y/N.”
You pull into the driveway in front of the Manner, leaving tracks in your wake. You pass through the door, and throw your shoes and bag to the side. You full-on run to the clock, before hurrying to the cave.
Alfred is there and waiting for you. His face is grim, “The zeta-tubes are ready Ms. Y/N.”
You nod, “Are you coming?”
Your surrogate father shakes his head, “I’ll hold the fort down here. Take good care of your brother.” You nod, before moving through the machine.
It doesn’t feel very different at first. You’d imagine that space would feel more weightless. But you don’t, instead you feel as though you’re vibrating somewhat. It takes you a minute to regain yourself before, you see him.
Despite having watched the boy grow several inches over the past two years, in this moment Richard Grayson looks small. He looks like the child he is, instead of the hero that is typically on the surface.
You open your arms, and your nephew runs into them. He’s too big for you to pick up, but you squeeze him tight. You don’t bother promising useless things; the boy had watched his parents die at age eight, and he’d been fighting crime ever since. He knows that life isn’t fair.
You don’t let go until he does. When he steps back, he gives you a big smile, and offers your his hand. He takes it, and leads you towards the med-bay. You’ve done your best to stay out of this little club; to allow your brother and nephew to spend time with their fellow weirdos in tights.
You’d spent the better part of the past two years running the computers, as well as Wayne Enterprises. As far as these people were concerned Batman was a cold-blooded superhero run by logic.
If only they knew the truth. Your brother was run by family. Since Richard had come into your lives your brother had flourished. Instead of spending weekends out at parties with supermodels, he now spent them coaching Richard’s scholastic bowl team, or going to baseball games. Things like that. The biggest plus of all, was that you had stopped running into his gold diggers in the morning.
Alfred had made that perfectly clear. If there was a child in the house, there were no casual flings brought in. You were fine with that. Your life consisted of work, and “after hours” work. You’d abandoned any chance at a social life, when your brother had come back after years away; with an insane idea that you had foolishly supported.
You pause as you enter the hallway outside the med bay. You’re a bit surprised to find it empty. “The league is in a meeting. They asked me to let them know when you got here.”
You give a silent nod, and watch as your nephew runs off. For a minute you can’t believe it’s already been two years. Most of the time it seems as though Richard had been there the entire time.
Letting out a long breath you slump down against the wall. All at once everything seems to catch up to you; the stress, the lack of sleep, the meetings, how much your feet hurt …and then you realize you’re not wearing any shoes. You had left them in the hallway at Wayne Enterprises.
You let out a laugh that could only be described as crazy. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you never hear him approach. So, when that hand lands on your shoulder, you let out a shrill scream and throw a punch into what has to be solid granite.
You let out a stream of expletives that Alfred would have grounded you for, even now. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
Through the pain you grit out the word, “Startle.”
The man’s brow bunches together, “I’m sorry?”
You bit out your next words, “You didn’t scare me, you startled me.”
When he smiles at you, you consider trying the punch again, but your hand hurts too much, “Either way, we should probably set that. It’s broken.”
“And you know that how?”
That go lucky grin stays in place as he simply says, “X-ray vision.”
And just like that, your brother’s rants about Superman start to make sense. If the rest of his ramblings end up being true, you’re going to make him wish he had never gotten hurt. A bit reluctantly you follow him to the med bay, and sit down while he goes around collecting supplies. His cape swishes back and forth as he walks.
He smiles as he starts the process of setting and casting your arm, “Your pout is the same.” You stare at him, and he clarifies, “You and Bruce, your pout is the same.”
“I’m a grown ass woman, I do not pout.”
“Weird, your brother says the same thing.”
You scowl. “So, where did you learn how to do this?”
“A combination of x-ray vision, some medical training from J’onn, and a necessity from the job.”
You don’t say another word. You wait until he’s done and slide off the table. Without another word you walk back into the hallway, and take a seat on the bench. You stare at the cast and try to think up an explanation for the public.
Not for the first time you wish you were Bruce. Wish you had the ability to disappear for a month without anyone caring. But you don’t have that luxury. You’re the face of Wayne Enterprises and the family. Bruce stayed as far from the spotlight as was humanly possible, and you could understand that.
He’s been in it for his entire childhood. He’d shielded you from it, and now it was your turn to do the same for him.
“Well, well, well. Y/N Wayne as I live and breathe.”
You smile at the sound of the voice, and stand up to open your arms; Zatanna walks into your embrace without a second thought. She hugs you close and you value the contact. “Hi there Zee.”
“How’s my favorite Wayne Brat.”
You pull back, “Exhausted.”
“And apparently broken,” she says laying a hand on your new cast.
You roll your eyes, “I had a run in with a man of steel.”
Clark comes out a moment later and says, “I startled her.”
Zee just smiles, “Has anyone told you anything?”
You shrug, “You know me, I don’t ask questions I don’t want answers to.”
Her smile turns sympathetic, “Sometimes those questions still need to be asked.” You nod, and she continues, “It’s some sort of poison. Off world. J’onn was able to identify it, and he’s in the process of removing it. It’s no longer life threatening, but he’ll be down for a few days.”
You nod, “Great, I’ll get Alfred up here to keep him down.”
“I thought maybe you could do that. He listens to you.”
Your eyes go wide, “Sure he does, just like a puppy who peed on the carpet.”
Zee just smiles as an alarm goes off, “Just do me a favor and try, I have to go.”
You wave your hand, “Go on, I know the drill. Time to save the world.”
She shoots you one last smile before running down the hallway. Superman watches her go before giving you a smile and saying, “It was very nice to meet you Miss Wayne.”
You smirk, “Remember Supes, even steel can bend..”
He shoots you a smile before leaving.
You sink back down on to the bench and wait. Eventually, Richard finds his way back to you, and within no time he’s fast asleep, his head lying your lap. You rest your non casted hand on the top of his head, and take comfort in his steady breathing.
You’re about ready to pass out yourself, when a coffee cup appears in front of your face. “Figured you could use a jolt.”
You blink a few times at the new man in front of you, and it takes a moment for you to make the connection, “Flash?”
He smiles, and sits down next to you, “It’s Barry actually. Barry Allen.” You take the cup from him, and take a long sip of coffee. You relish the warmth.
“Where’s everyone else? I thought there was some sort of emergency.”
“There was. A volcano eruption. They’ve already managed to evacuate the citizens, now they’re just trying to relieve the pressure. I was stuck in Central City with a metahuman emergency, and by the time I finished they didn’t really need me anymore, so I volunteered to come up here; monitor the tower, and check on your brother.”
You give a small smile, “I haven’t heard anything, and J’onn hasn’t come out yet. I think he’s still trying to remove the poison.”
“A scary situation.”
“We’re currently in a space station that’s orbiting Earth. My brother is in surgery to remove an alien poison, because he feels the need to shoulder the weight of the world on his shoulders. Meanwhile, I run a multi-billion dollar company, haven’t slept in three days, and to make life even more complicated I have to find some way to keep him resting for the next week, while the streets of Gotham go unprotected. Which means people will die.”
By the end of your rant you’re breathing a bit heavily, but the smile is still on Barry’s face, “Sounds like your brother isn’t the only one carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.”
You take a deep breath, “What I do isn’t anything compared to what he does.”
“You know when ever Bats is in a particularly bad mood, Zatanna or Robin brings you
up. It’ll be just a simple question, but he can’t resist answering. He always gets this really proud look on his face. It’s really amazing to see.”
You take a deep breath and still, as Richard readjusts. Once he’s settled, you say, “Bruce was there for most of my childhood. He did everything he could to protect me, and keep me safe. I didn’t really understand how our life was so different.
We were so blessed, we had everything we could ever want. And we had Alfred. Alfred is basically my dad. I never knew my parents. Still there’s this bit of a void there, I don’t like thinking about how much worse that void would be if my brother were to …”
Barry is silent for a moment before saying, “I think that’s the amazing thing about life. We make these connections, these bonds that mean the world to us. We can’t imagine things being different until suddenly they are. Then we have to adjust and sometimes we have to rebuild, but the important thing to remember, is that to rebuild we need a solid foundation. And the best foundation we can have, is the love and support of those we love and who love us.”
You stare at him for a moment before smiling, “You’re very insightful Mr. Allen.”
Neither of you says a word, and slowly your eyes close, and you’re out within minutes.
YOU GUYS THEY JUST POSTED THE TRAILER FOR THE NEW STUFF PACK AND I’M SO EXCITED
The Sims 4: Bowling Night Stuff Pack
“Your Sims will soon be able to take to the lanes and level up their new bowling skill with the all new Bowling Lane object! Accompanied with a slew of retro vibe objects, including new seating, lighting, and even bowling ball racks, builders out there will be able to really deck out their venues. Whether customizing your local bar to include a nice bowling space, or turning your nightclub into a sweet local hangout spot where your Sims can dance the night away, Sims can also enjoy a bit of Moonlight Bowling to really set the vibe.
And objects aren’t the only new addition to this pack, we’ve got a slew of new clothing items that will make your Sim the envy of their friends with some swanky retro hairstyles and clothes to match! Now you can have your Sims bowling team dress up in matching outfits (with corresponding bowling shoes!) so the locals know that you mean busy.”
We all know that I hate bowling (there was a childhood incident, don’t ask) but I just watched the trailer like three times and I’m suddenly obsessed. Especially with the new CAS stuff. I’m such a fan.