don't look at me like that you've no idea what it does to me

  • Chaeyoung: Guys I need help, I don't know what to get Mina for her birthday.
  • Nayeon: You've come to the right place, if there's one thing Im Nayeon excels at, it's gift giving.
  • Dahyun: For my birthday last year you gave me dish soap
  • Nayeon: That wasn't a gift, I was reminding you to do your chores. Anyway Chaeyoung, what kind of response do you want from Mina. Surprise? Joy? Fondness?
  • Chaeyoung: Actually I kind of want to get her something that will make her [lowers her voice] fall in love with me
  • Jeongyeon: Oh honey...
  • Nayeon: Well, I have no clue. Everyone already loves me, I don't need to give them gifts for that. Does anyone else have any ideas?
  • Momo: Mina likes dancing, you could take her dancing
  • Jeongyeon: Momo we're suggesting birthday present ideas, not ideas for a date
  • Momo: Oh, ok then. Just ask her on a date
  • Sana: You know what's really romantic? Ice skating. Mina would look so cute in the snow
  • Chaeyoung: I'm not gonna ask her out guys. I'm barely at the stage where I can talk to her without stuttering.
  • Tzuyu: Dude why are you trying so hard? Just put some money in a birthday card and be done with it
  • Chaeyoung: You guys are useless.
  • Jihyo: [Putting her book down] Alright Chae, you want to win Mina over? Here's what you do. I want you to think of something that Mina is passionate about, something she cares about. What's the first thing that comes into your mind?
  • Chaeyoung: Anime?
  • Sana: [Clapping her hands together] That's it! You get matching YuruYuri roleplay outfits for you and Mina.
  • Jihyo: SANA!
Guardians of the Galaxy Roleplay Sentence Starters
  • "You'll die! Why are you doing this? Why?"
  • "Well that's just as fascinating as the first 89 times you told me that."
  • "Well I tell you what, that's gonna wear real thin, real fast, bud."
  • " I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am that you've accepted me despite my blunders. It is good to once again be among friends."
  • "This dumb tree is also my friend."
  • "I have lived most of my life surrounded my enemies. I will be grateful to die among my friends."
  • "Aww, what the hell, I don't got that long a lifespan anyway... "
  • "Well now I'm standing. Happy? We're all standing now. Bunch of jackasses, standing in a circle."
  • "We've already established that you destroying the ship I'm on is not saving me!"
  • "That is the most real, authentic, hysterical laugh of my entire life."
  • "Finger on throat means death!"
  • "They got my dick message."
  • "His people are completely literal. Metaphors go over his head."
  • "That dude there. I need his prosthetic leg. "
  • "God knows I don't need the rest of him. Look at him. He's useless."
  • "Well, supposedly, these bald bodies find you attractive, so maybe you could work out some sort of trade."
  • "That's for if things get really hardcore. Or if you wanna blow up moons."
  • "You just wanna suck the joy out of everything."
  • "Who put the sticks up their butts?"
  • "I am going to die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy."
  • "Fine, but I can't promise when all of this is over I'm not going to kill every last one of you jerks."
  • "See, this is exactly why none of you have any friends!"
  • "Oh she has no idea. If I had a blacklight, this would look like a Jackson Pollock painting."
  • "You got issues."
  • "He thinks I'm some stupid thing! He does!"
  • " I didn't ask to be torn apart and put back together over and over and turned into some little monster!"
  • "When I look around, you know what I see? Losers."
  • "You're an imbecile."
  • "I can't believe I got taken down by a raccoon."
  • "Raccoon? What's a raccoon?"
  • "Ain't no thing like me, except me!"
  • "We're just like Kevin Bacon."
  • "I live for the simple things... like how much this is going to hurt!"
  • "Dance-off, bro. Me and you."
  • "I like your knife, I'm keeping it."
  • "Oh, I was just kidding about the leg. I just need these two things."
  • "He said that he may be an... a-hole. But he's not, and I quote, 100% a dick".
  • "Well, I don't know if I believe anyone is 100% a dick."
  • "Let's see if you can laugh after five or six good shots in your freakin' face!"
  • "Creepy little beast!"
  • "I don't learn. One of my issues."
  • "Look at this thing. It thinks it's so cool. It's not cool to ask for help! Walk by yourself, you little gargoyle!"
  • "Hooked on a Feeling, Blue Swede! That song belongs to me!"
  • "Hold on a second, you're being serious right now?"
  • "I can't believe I'm taking orders from a hamster."
  • "You're a good looking girl. You should try to be more nice to people."
When Kate Meets Serena [Bernie-free crossover AU]
  • Serena: [looks up to find a squad of para-military scientists crowding into her office] What the hell?!
  • Osgood: Yes, let's have Logistics sat at this desk [consults advanced grade ipad] and Predictive Analytics over here...
  • Serena: Do you mind telling me what it is you're doing here before I have you forcibly removed?
  • Osgood: [blushing, pushes her glasses up her nose] Um, I think we should wait for my superior...
  • Serena: No offense, but I don't give a damn what you think, just tell me-
  • Kate: [strolls in as if she owns the place]. Right, then. Kate Stewart. [extends a hand that Serena does not take] Pleasure. Osgood? Where are we?
  • Osgood: Hostile bystander, level 7.
  • Kate: I see! Ms?
  • Osgood: Campbell.
  • Kate: Ms Campbell, I apologize for the intrusion and assure you this will only take a moment of your time.
  • Serena: [shaking her head in disbelief]. That's it - I'm calling Security.
  • Osgood: [stage whispers] Make that level 8.
  • Kate: Confirmed. Ms Campbell, if you'd do me the courtesy of staring into this beam of light for just a few seconds...
  • Serena: Come one step closer and I'll kick you in the shins.
  • Osgood: Level 10, ma'am.
  • Kate: [looking between them, pleasantly surprised]. Really? You are a feisty one, aren't you?
  • Serena: [heated] You have no idea.
  • Kate: Let me be honest with you. We are tracking the seismic current of a future historic event of significant magnitude.
  • Serena: You're talking gibberish, is what you're doing...
  • Kate: We're talking 'when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object' levels of historic. At this very location! The data we'll be able to collect...
  • Serena: The only things you'll be collecting here are yourselves - up and out of my office.
  • Kate: [turns away to consult with Osgood] I'd like the details please. Something here feels...different.
  • Osgood: [reading from ipad] Serena McKinnie, twenty-five. Harvard medical student.
  • Kate: Jump forward a bit.
  • Osgood: Serena Campbell, fifty-one. Accomplished thoracic surgeon. Clinical lead on AAU and Deputy CEO Hospital. Divorced, mother/auntie of two. Keen gardener. Bisexual.
  • Serena: Oi! I can hear you!
  • Kate: Hmmm. You forgot devastatingly attractive [shakes herself out of the moment]. But there's got to be something more. [leans in] Jump ahead - just a bit.
  • Osgood: Serena Campbell-Stewart. Wife of... [looks up, alarmed] Oh dear. Ma'am? You'd better take a look - but don't read past...there.
  • Kate: Mmm hmm. Mmm hmm. Oh. [looks up at Serena, magic in her eyes]. Well, blast. Not my best first impression, was it?
  • Osgood: You've done worse, ma'am.
  • Kate: Ms Campbell - may I call you Serena? I feel as though we got off to an unnecessarily rocky start. Might I borrow five minutes of your time over coffee at...Pulses, is it?
  • Serena: [crosses arms over chest] You'll have to do better than that, soldier.
  • Osgood: [whispers something into Kate's ear]
  • Kate: And pain au chocolat?
  • Serena: [considers her appraisingly] Getting warmer.
  • Osgood: [whispers some more]
  • Kate: Really? Isn't it a bit early for that?
  • Osgood: [whispers some more]
  • Kate: Oh, later! I see. Shiraz at Albie's after your shift?
  • Serena: Pick me up at seven [insert saucy little wink] And leave the entourage at home.

anonymous asked:

Idk if you've already been asked this, sorry if you have you don't have to answer again, but how do you think Cas' depression arc would be addressed and/or given closure (if it is to be addressed). Love your metas btw.

Hi! 

Sorry this is short as I’m on holiday so I’m super sporadic and up a mountain!

In short…it’s DEFINITELY going to be addressed. They didn’t work 2 years worth of intense Cas story into s11/12 in order to not address it.

The latest crackiest hilarious notion I’ve seen from certain people is that Cas is dead because he has had no story for 2 years and they don’t know what to do with him, just kept him around for no reason, as that’s what you do with a series regular, of course. Misha is only going to come back because he sucked up to Singer and only as Jimmy, cos you know, let’s extract Jimmy from his resting place in Heaven with his soulmate just to get in the way of Destiel, and he will hook up with Jody and go live in Wayward Sisters… LMAO. I have no idea what show they think they’re watching as Cas’ story is so important to the themes of SPN overall (family, belonging, finding yourself, humanity, friendship, love) and the boys, even aside from Destiel, he has had a huge arc in s11/12 all around these themes so… it’s not going to just go away ).

This is what I hope and what I feel more than a meta but…

Cas’ depression arc, because it’s TV, is not going to be solved with medication and time. It has to be ‘solved’ by him looking at himself and releasing himself from his inner demons. 

IMO he will face himself metaphorically (and I hope literally) in death and return with a different outlook. That was the whole point of his mental instability leading to terrible choices and death in s11 and s12, both times he put his faith in Lucifer and Jack to solve things and put himself down as a tool for them to do it. 

The story with Jack was just an exaggerated version of what he did with Lucifer. It’s the climax of this story for him ever since he made terrible decisions since season 6, hence all the mirroring with season 6 in season 12, to remind us that this is CAS, he has to face his past too, just as Sam and Dean are. He is living the same story as they are re: facing his past and having a terrible climax point in death and a rebirth, just as they both did in s8/9.

He needs to learn that he is NOT a tool, that he deserves to be his own person and to have nice things, that he has made good and bad decisions. He needs to do this for himself and separately from Dean and Sam, though with their help of course, but it has to be an internal thing in the end, just as Dean’s is and Sam’s is, it’s all internal but with the help of exterior forces, but they have to do the final push themselves.

I also think that he will get a hero arc through Jack and also address his desire to be human through him, reconciling his angelic and human sides of himself and family and making a choice.

A part of me really HOPES (though this is WILD WILD WILD speculation and wishing, not meta based really), that we will see Cas really memory!less or just really different and ‘wrong’ for a couple of episodes. I would love it if he is memory!less and we see a more carefree Cas, I want a mix of Emmanuel and Crazy!Cas - where he is himself, just as Dean was in 12x11 - I feel like this could be such foreshadowing. It is such a good way of showing WHO CAS IS, a huge theme of season 12 and I feel we didn’t see this with Cas, it would be amazing. 

Cas smiling and it not being a wry smile because he’s hiding his true feelings of feeling like crap or whatever. An actual real to goodness SMILE.

Originally posted by cisco-imfineashell-ramon

Cas being looked after by the boys, smiling, Dean smiling back because he can’t help it, Cas is irresistibly adorable and kind and good, touching him in passing as he gives him a sandwich and Cas leaning into it, smiling at him as he does, small gestures of kindness and caring, because this is Cas without the baggage, just CAS and Dean can’t help it, it exposes more of Dean’s feelings, even though he says at first that it isn’t Cas, he realises (probably Sam points it out after we know Dean knows but he won’t admit it, that he is himself, that this IS Cas without the baggage). 

Then Cas gets his memories back and he retains some of this, because he’s forgiven himself or on the path to it, it actually helps him move forwards whilst showing the AUDIENCE who Cas really is beneath all his crap, just like 12x11 did for Dean, but make it so obvious and at the same time show us some great Dean/Cas…. I just… I want this so much. I doubt we will get it but I imagine something like it at least as an exposition.

I was also just talking to @bluestar86 about how I/we would love it if not only Chuck but hopefully Claire could give him closure and forgiveness, textually, about Jimmy. To really close this off once he does face all this himself. It feels to me like they’ve kept Claire and Cas apart as they try to emphasises that Cas is no longer using Jimmy’s vessel but it is his ow body, but now Cas needs to be validated, he needs to be forgiven with words and clearly. I think once he gets back, once he starts to forgive himself is the point where this could happen. Perhaps 13x10 but I would personally expect it a little later, IDK when Claire will be back or if she will but I would love it if it was either in 13x10 (though that seems a bit early for me), but if we hear Claire is going to be in episode 13x15-22 I would love this and hope for it…).

Anyway this got long and I have to go but yeah, I have FEELINGS about this :D

What went down in Kung Food
  • INTRO SEQUENCE
  • Marinette: hey Alya so I need to talk to my Chinese uncle but I don't speak Chinese
  • Marinette: what should I do
  • Alya: does he speak any English
  • Marinette: what good would that do?
  • Marinette: I don't speak any English
  • Alya: then what are you speaking rn
  • Marinette: French, remember?
  • Alya: oh right I forgot
  • Marinette: yeah this is confusing
  • Alya: so does he speak any French
  • Marinette: idk I don't think imma bother to check
  • Alya: you're trying to get me to send Adrien as an interpreter
  • Marinette: pls Alya
  • Alya: fine he's on his way
  • Wang: this isn't at all awkward
  • Adrien: hey guys!
  • Wang: hey Adrien!
  • Adrien: so you actually speak English then
  • Wang: no this is French
  • Adrien: right
  • Wang: anyway imma be on this cooking competition
  • Adrien: kk cool do you want me to interpret for you
  • Wang: nah I'm sure nothing will go wrong
  • Chloé: *happens*
  • Wang: in retrospect...
  • Hawkmoth: fly my akuma
  • Kung Food: it's time for Chloé to get WRECKED
  • Chloé: wow real original there
  • Kung Food: I'll show you original!!!
  • Kung Food: prepare for a sticky situation as my protégés coat the building in IMPENETRABLE CARAMEL
  • Kung Food: get ready to cry when you witness my FLYING ONION CAMERAS
  • Kung Food: you'll be the one getting cut into slices as you face off against my TEN-FOOT PIZZA SWORD
  • Ladybug: should we jump in and stop him
  • Chat Noir: no not yet he's on a roll here
  • Kung Food: your salty attitude will be the perfect seasoning for my SWIMMING POOL OF BOILING SOUP
  • Kung Food: I always said that the fennel was mightier than the sword
  • Kung Food: pasta la vista, baby
  • Chat Noir: okay, looks like he's out of ideas
  • Ladybug: yeah he defs stole that last one from somewhere
  • Chat Noir: well it's time to take him down
  • Kung Food: *retreats to the roof*
  • Chloé: oh good
  • Kung Food: *suspends Chloé over a swimming pool of boiling soup*
  • Chloé: oh no
  • Jagged Stone: so anyways y'all gotta fight me first
  • Ladybug: what's that weapon you've got?
  • Jagged Stone: you'll be like fish in a barrel as I come at you with my SEAFOOD STAFF
  • Chat Noir:
  • Ladybug: *locks Jagged Stone in the closet like a badass*
  • André: and now you gotta fight me!
  • Ladybug: and what's your deal
  • André: something something sausage fest
  • Ladybug: yeah nope
  • Ladybug: *drops a chandelier on him*
  • Marlena and Alec: and now there's TWO OF US
  • Marlena: prepare to face an onslaught of flavor from my THOUSAND FLYING CAKES
  • Ladybug: okay but
  • Ladybug: let's get real here
  • Ladybug: "thousand flying cakes" is the coolest attack name EVER
  • Ladybug: like, respect
  • Alec: and I can't think of a pun, but here are some BLINDING STINKY CHEESE BOMBS
  • Chat Noir: my inner Plagg is v conflicted
  • Chat Noir: also I just realized my inner Plagg is v literal rn
  • Chat Noir: whoa that's really weird to think about
  • Alec: *wrecks him*
  • Ladybug: *wrecks both Alec and Marlena*
  • Ladybug: and now for the boss fight
  • Chat Noir: don't you mean the chef fight
  • Ladybug: don't try and say one-liners, you're bad at it
  • Chat Noir: I call them pun-liners
  • Kung Food: HEY GUYS
  • Kung Food: *drops Chloé toward soup*
  • Ladybug: whoa Chloé's about to die
  • Ladybug: like wow the stakes have never been higher
  • Ladybug: I can't imagine what life would be like with her gone
  • Kung Food: do you want me to pull her back out so you've got enough time to rescue her
  • Ladybug: nah I got this
  • Ladybug: *rescues Chloé like a badass*
  • Chloé: *is herself*
  • Ladybug: *drops Chloé off roof*
  • Chat Noir: did you just
  • Ladybug: she'll be fine
  • Chat Noir: how do you know
  • Ladybug: the screenwriters need somebody to get people akumatized
  • Chat Noir: oh right
  • Kung Food: *attacks*
  • Ladybug and Chat Noir: *fight back*
  • Ladybug: hey Kung Food hang on a minute
  • Chloé: hey guys so I climbed back up
  • Ladybug: *chucks Chloé off the roof again*
  • Kung Food: that was a worthy diversion
  • Ladybug: lucky charm!
  • Payment terminal: *happens*
  • Ladybug: "payment terminal"? really?
  • Chat Noir: do you have a better name for those things
  • Chat Noir: that's even what it's called on the wiki
  • Ladybug: idk but I've got a good one-liner for it
  • Ladybug: hey Kung Food, we've finished our meal and it's time to pay the bill!
  • Chat Noir: needs work
  • Ladybug: *wrecks Kung Food*
  • Ladybug: you were saying
  • Chat Noir: FINISH HIM
  • Ladybug: bye bye little butterfly
  • Wang: anyway here's the soup I made
  • Alec & co: ok you've won the competition
  • Alec & co: like there are defs no more contestants
  • Wang: btw I renamed the soup
  • Wang: it's now called Marinette Soup
  • Alec & co: might I ask why
  • Wang: bc Marinette fell in the swimming pool of soup
  • Wang: she's responsible for the flavor
  • Marinette: um no I'm right here
  • Wang: oh wow this is awkward
  • Wang: so who was that who fell in the soup
  • Marinette: idk
  • ROLL CREDITS

willdes-deactivated20170817  asked:

Hey! I saw you've typed luna lovegood as intp. I can totally get your reasoning, but she looks more like an infp to me. She reminds me of my infp friend who's into mystic fairies rather than myself (intp). The Ne makes me enjoy fiction of all sorts, but my dominant Ti won't let me believe those things, I'm too skeptical, which I don't think is the case with luna, so I can see Fi as her dominant function better. I'm just curious what can you make of that

I think it depends on what Luna is skeptical of. Because though she isn’t skeptical of the mythical creatures (which considering how she was raised, there may be loads of evidence in her opinion), but she is extremely skeptical of people and organizations. She doesn’t need convincing that anything is skewed or corrupt (e.g. the ministry). She constantly reads alternative news like The Quibbler. She doesn’t buy into the rhetoric of the system, but questions it constantly. Hence, why joining Harry and the gang right away doesn’t seem too out of character for her. 

Originally posted by nellaey

Also, although Ti is skeptical, especially combined with Ne, INTPs are rather open minded to most ideas. Ti does not have the same absoluteness that Te does. (Hence why Hermione, a dominant Te user, doesn’t believe any of the stuff Luna talks about).

Although Luna can seem out there, she is big in using logic and pulling ideas apart. She doesn’t do what feels right or by her own taste. There is a logic to her madness. But to those who don’t take the time to talk to her and understand her, they would never know. A lot of her inferior Fe and tertiary Si leaves her to neglect things like trendy fashion or caring what others think about her. She doesn’t have the need to fit in, but she doesn’t do it out of Fi need for identity. Most of it is that she simply didn’t think about how she may look to others. That kind of stuff doesn’t preoccupy her mind much.

Originally posted by teendotcom

Avatar: The Last Airbender Quote Starters
  • "I don't need any calming tea!"
  • "You have no idea where you're going, do you?"
  • "What does me being a girl have to do with sewing?"
  • "I always say, the only thing better than finding something you are looking for is finding something you weren't looking for at a great bargain!"
  • "Go jump in the river!"
  • "Okay, we'll try it your way, O' Wise Leader."
  • "Harsh words won't solve problems, action will."
  • "You're insane, aren't you?"
  • "I laugh at gravity all the time. Hahaha, gravity..."
  • "You rise with the moon. I rise with the sun."
  • "We don't need a map. ...We just need love."
  • "I definitely wouldn't want to kiss you."
  • "My aura has never been pinker!"
  • "Please tell me you're here to kill me."
  • "There really is no fathoming the depths of my hatred for this place."
  • "Never give up without a fight."
  • "How did we get out here in the middle of the ocean?"
  • "We lost."
  • "Life happens wherever you are, whether you make it or not."
  • "He's taking all the good stuff!"
  • "Was this guy your boyfriend or something?"
  • "Its time for you to look inward and begin asking yourself the big questions: Who are you? and What do you want?"
  • "It's terrible when you can't trust the people who are closest to you."
  • "And now you've come to the crossroads of your destiny. It's time for you to choose."
  • "You're so beautiful when you hate the world."
  • "I don't hate you."
  • "Don't worry about them. It's just you and me right now."
  • "Yeah, you wouldn't mind keeping that a secret, would you?"
  • "Knowledge of the arts belongs to us all."
  • "I'M ANGRY AT MYSELF!"
  • "I know one thing I care about. I care about you."
  • "Love is hard, when you're young."
  • "Some friendships are so strong they can even transcend lifetimes."
  • "Why don't you get right down to business, and tell me what's been bothering you?"
  • "You, my friend, are just a few plums short of a fruit pie."
  • "What happened that night?"
  • "Why am I so bad at being good?"
  • "I'm never happy."
  • "My first girlfriend turned into the moon."
  • "That's rough buddy."
  • "Hey, what did you do that for? That hurt my feelings."
  • "You miscalculated."
  • "You should have feared me more!"
  • "Are you trying to get on my bad side?"
  • "Does the end of the world sound like more fun?!"
  • "Well, look who's here."
  • "They let you out of prison?"
  • "So...Does it mean you don't hate me anymore?"
  • "I think it means, I actually kind of like you."
  • "But don't ever break up with me again."
  • "Why are you really here?"
At the age of 20.
  • [{ Everyone is living with their lover and the husbands are talking while having a drinks... then their conversation went to their wives.}]
  • Kagami: Lately, I've seen Kuroko studying how to cook and bake.
  • Aomine: Ouu? How nice, Kagami.
  • Kagami: There's sarcasm along those lines.
  • Akashi: But my Kouki hasn't even moved an inch ever since he burned down the house.
  • Aomine & Kagami: Oi! This is the first time I heard such a thing!
  • Midorima: It happened a few months back after they finally settled in a single apartment. Apparently, that chihuahua burned down the house when he tried to cooked for Akashi.
  • Akashi: Ever since that day happened, he never step in to the kitchen.
  • Aomine: Who's the husband again?
  • Kagami: Isn't this great? We're talking about our wives.
  • Midorima: Uh...
  • Aomine: Midorima hasn't even talked about his wife, same goes to you both.
  • Murasakibara: Eh? But I tried to speak. I can't join in.
  • Hyuuga: At least stop munching your snacks for once.
  • Kagami: Oh yeah, capta- I mean, Hyuuga-senpai, you are married to coach, right?
  • Hyuuga: What did I told you about calling us captain and coach? BaKagami, we're already 20 plus and we're done with basketball. Call me Hyuuga and yeah, I'm married with her.
  • Aomine: Is she the girl in the bench back in Seirin?
  • Hyuuga: Yeah, the evil witch you guys been seeing along with us.
  • Murasakibara: Evil witch?
  • Akashi: She has a scary aura than me, Atsushi.
  • Murasakibara: Scary...
  • Kagami: How's things going though? Who's in charge of cooking both lunch and dinner?
  • Hyuuga: Me. I stopped her even before she can step inside of the kitchen.
  • Aomine: Oh, a bad cooker like Satsuki, huh?
  • Hyuuga: I bet she's even worst than Momoi-san. She can make a curry though the taste is unbelievable.
  • Akashi: Unbelievably good?
  • Kagami: No, the worst than good, Akashi. It's like you are going to die once you eaten one of her dish.
  • Aomine: You've tasted it before?
  • Kagami: She used to cook for us in our training camps and she even bought us bento.
  • Hyuuga: The face that Kuroko made when he ate one of her bento.
  • Aomine: She's no good. But Kise is the worst, though. He burned the egg all the time so we don't have a choice but to eat outside or order.
  • Kagami: Saying stuff like that... Kuroko is not the worst yet he can be the worst. You see, that guy only knows how to boil eggs.
  • Akashi: I'm not going to complain about how my Kouki does in the kitchen since you guys knew it already.
  • Murasakibara: Muro-chin is no bad. He can't cook but he can't even bake as well.
  • Midorima: You two will be fat in no time. Takao is nowhere good. He can't even boil water for our miso ramen.
  • Hyuuga: Though, I feel bad for Aomine.
  • Aomine: Right, the both of us aren't that good when it comes to cooking.
  • Kagami: I decided to cook for the both of us but you can't possibly resist how Kuroko look when he wants to cook.
  • Akashi: Same goes to me.
  • Murasakibara: Muro-chin never complains about the food I baked.
  • Midorima: He likes to spoil you too much and love you way too much.
  • Everyone: .... This is the world we chose anyway.
  • ----
  • In another cafe...
  • Kise: You see, Aominecchi decided the both of us to eat outside instead of cooking for each other. Since I have work every single day, he never broke his promise to eat together.
  • Kuroko: Kagami-kun banned me for stepping in the kitchen, though.
  • Furihata: I actually want to learn how to cook properly. Not burning the house down.
  • Takao: Hahaha! I feel so normal with you guys!
  • Himuro: Is this some kind of meeting for our husbands?
  • Everyone: Yes...
  • Himuro: I see. Well, since you guys are complaining about that. More likely, Kise is not complaining, shall we all enter a cooking school?
  • Kuroko: I'm up for that.
  • Furihata: Sei-kun wouldn't be happy about that.
  • Himuro: Why is that?
  • Furihata: He doesn't want to lessen our time together, though.
  • Himuro: You are far too spoiled. Atsushi would surely like this idea, anyway.
  • Everyone: Same goes to you, though.
Taming the Dragon

A/N So this is my first time writing a DC imagine or whatever. so sorry if its crappy also sorry for how ridiculously long this is.

Tagging: @royslittleharper who inspired me to write this back when she would run @batlog, also tagging @staringatademigod for inspiring me on a daily basis and lastly my friend @yoshithedrawing for being the one to read this first and the one to encourage me to actually post it.

Word count: 6,582(again sorry its so long)


Annabella​ ​stared​ ​at​ ​her​ ​cup​ ​of​ ​coffee​ ​as​ ​she​ ​tried​ ​to​ ​process​ ​everything​ ​that​ ​has​ ​happened​ ​in​ ​the past​ ​week.​ ​She​ ​has​ ​a​ ​brother​ ​who​ ​was​ ​raised​ ​and​ ​trained​ ​by​ ​Ra's​ ​Al​ ​Ghul​ ​along​ ​with​ ​his​ ​league of​ ​assassins​ ​to​ ​become​ ​the​ ​next​ ​demon​ ​head.​ ​She​ ​was​ ​in​ ​the​ ​middle​ ​of​ ​her​ ​thought​ ​process​ ​when she​ ​heard​ ​the​ ​voice​ ​of​ ​her​ ​older​ ​brother.

“You​ ​know​ ​just​ ​because​ ​you​ ​stare​ ​at​ ​the​ ​coffee​ ​and​ ​creamer​ ​does​ ​at​ ​mean​ ​they​ ​are​ ​going​ ​to magically​ ​mix​ ​themselves.”

“Hey​ ​a​ ​girl​ ​can​ ​dream​ ​can't​ ​she?“​ ​Questioned​ ​Annabella,​ ​as​ ​she​ ​grabbed ​ ​the​ ​French​ ​Vanilla creamer​ ​and​ ​poured​ ​a​ ​heavy​ ​amount​ ​into​ ​her​ ​cup.​ ​"Sorry​ ​I'm​ ​still​ ​in​ ​the​ ​the​ ​process​ ​of​ ​rebooting.”  

“First​ ​of​ ​all​ ​you're​ ​not​ ​a​ ​cyborg​ ​and​ ​second​ ​of​ ​all​ ​I​ ​thought​ ​Tim​ ​was​ ​bad​ ​when​ ​it​ ​came​ ​to​ ​coffee.” Dick​ ​remarked​ ​as​ ​he​ ​served​ ​himself​ ​breakfast.  

“Well​ ​Dick​ ​for​ ​all​ ​we​ ​know​ ​we​ ​could​ ​be​ ​robots​ ​we​ ​just​ ​don't​ ​know​ ​it.“​ ​Said​ ​Annabella​ ​as​ ​she started​ ​putting​ ​several​ ​spoonfuls​ ​of​ ​sugar​ ​into​ ​her​ ​coffee.​ ​"As​ ​for​ ​the​ ​coffee​ ​you​ ​can​ ​actually​ ​blame uncle​ ​Barry​ ​for​ ​that,​ ​he's​ ​the​ ​one​ ​that​ ​adds​ ​sugar​ ​to​ ​his​ ​Tim​ ​just​ ​drinks​ ​his​ ​black.​ ​Bleh.”  

“Miss​ ​Annabella​ ​is​ ​right​ ​about​ ​the​ ​second​ ​part​ ​Master​ ​Dick​ ​since​ ​Mr.​ ​Allen​ ​was​ ​the​ ​one​ ​that​ ​gave her​ ​coffee​ ​in​ ​the​ ​first​ ​place."​ ​Said​ ​Alfred​ ​as​ ​he​ ​came​ ​by​ ​and​ ​took​ ​the​ ​sugar​ ​away. 

"Hey​ ​I​ ​wasn't​ ​finished​ ​with​ ​that."​ ​Whined​ ​Annabella,​ ​she​ ​took​ ​a​ ​cautious​ ​sip​ ​of​ ​her​ ​coffee​ ​before slightly​ ​grimacing​ ​and​ ​reached​ ​out​ ​to​ ​get​ ​the​ ​creamer​ ​again. 

"Yeah​ ​no."​ ​Said​ ​Dick​ ​as​ ​he​ ​pulled​ ​the​ ​creamer​ ​away.  

"Dick​ ​unless​ ​you​ ​want​ ​me​ ​to​ ​reopen​ ​your​ ​wounds​ ​with​ ​a​ ​butter​ ​knife​ ​I​ ​suggest​ ​you​ ​give​ ​that​ ​back.” She​ ​threatened.  

“Okay​ ​how​ ​come​ ​you​ ​threaten​ ​me​ ​but​ ​not​ ​Alfred?"​ ​Questioned​ ​Dick​ ​as​ ​he​ ​handed​ ​the​ ​bottle​ ​back.  

"Simple​ ​because​ ​Alfred​ ​is​ ​the​ ​only​ ​one​ ​with​ ​the​ ​power​ ​to​ ​still​ ​ground​ ​me.​ ​Isn't​ ​that​ ​right​ ​gramps?” Stated​ ​Annabella.  

“Quite​ ​right​ ​Miss​ ​Annabella​ ​now​ ​please​ ​ease​ ​up​ ​on​ ​the​ ​creamer."​ ​Said​ ​Alfred,​ ​Annabella​ ​poured​ ​a bit​ ​more​ ​creamer​ ​before​ ​setting​ ​it​ ​down​ ​and​ ​giving​ ​Alfred​ ​a​ ​small​ ​salute.  

"Well​ ​anyways​ ​back​ ​to​ ​the​ ​cyborg​ ​thing.​ ​I​ ​think​ ​you've​ ​been​ ​spending​ ​too​ ​much​ ​time​ ​with​ ​the Question."​ ​Said​ ​Dick​ ​as​ ​he​ ​took​ ​a​ ​bite​ ​of​ ​his​ ​toast.  

"Hey​ ​he​ ​was​ ​the​ ​only​ ​one​ ​who​ ​could​ ​put​ ​up​ ​with​ ​me​ ​during​ ​my​ ​why​ ​phase​ ​when​ ​I​ ​was​ ​a​ ​kid.​ ​Plus his​ ​ideas​ ​are​ ​pretty​ ​amusing​ ​at​ ​times.​ ​Oh​ ​hey​ ​by​ ​the​ ​way​ ​how's​ ​Tim​ ​doing?"​ ​Annabella​ ​took another​ ​sip​ ​of​ ​her​ ​coffee​ ​and​ ​sighed​ ​in​ ​content.  

"He's​ ​doing​ ​good​ ​he's​ ​been​ ​progressing​ ​with​ ​the​ ​team​ ​pretty​ ​well.​ ​What​ ​about​ ​Jason​ ​have​ ​you heard​ ​from​ ​him?”  

“He​ ​came​ ​by​ ​about​ ​a​ ​month​ ​ago​ ​but​ ​I​ ​wasn't​ ​here.​ ​Only​ ​way​ ​I​ ​knew​ ​he​ ​was​ ​here​ ​was​ ​because there​ ​was​ ​a​ ​new​ ​snow​ ​globe​ ​on​ ​my​ ​bed​ ​from​ ​London​ ​along​ ​with​ ​his​ ​new​ ​number.​ ​But​ ​I​ ​haven’t talked​ ​to​ ​him​ ​in​ ​a​ ​couple​ ​weeks​ ​because​ ​he​ ​took​ ​up​ ​a​ ​new​ ​job.”  

Dick​ ​nodded​ ​as​ ​he​ ​finished​ ​up​ ​his​ ​breakfast​ ​and​ ​checked​ ​his​ ​phone.  

“Okay​ ​well​ ​little​ ​bat​ ​I​ ​have​ ​to​ ​get​ ​back​ ​to​ ​Bludhaven.”  

“Okay​ ​I'll​ ​come​ ​visit​ ​you​ ​in​ ​a​ ​couple​ ​weeks.”  

Dick​ ​got​ ​up​ ​and​ ​kissed​ ​his​ ​sister​ ​on​ ​the​ ​forehead​ ​before​ ​grabbing​ ​his​ ​duffle​ ​bag​ ​near​ ​the​ ​counter.  

“Bye​ ​Alfred."​ ​Dick​ ​waved​ ​at​ ​the​ ​butler​ ​as​ ​he​ ​put​ ​his​ ​plate​ ​in​ ​the​ ​sink​ ​and​ ​walked​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​kitchen.  

"Goodbye​ ​Master​ ​Dick.​ ​Say​ ​hello​ ​to​ ​Master​ ​Tim​ ​for​ ​me."​ ​Said​ ​Alfred​ ​as​ ​he​ ​started​ ​cleaning​ ​the plate.  

"Will​ ​do!"​ ​Shouted​ ​Dick.  

Annabella​ ​was​ ​halfway​ ​through​ ​her​ ​breakfast​ ​when​ ​Bruce​ ​walked​ ​in​ ​fixing​ ​his​ ​tie​ ​and​ ​proceeding to​ ​pour​ ​himself​ ​some​ ​coffee.  

"Hey​ ​sweetie​ ​I'm​ ​going​ ​to​ ​need​ ​to​ ​run​ ​into​ ​the​ ​office​ ​for​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​can​ ​you​ ​keep​ ​an​ ​eye​ ​on​ ​Damian?” He​ ​asked​ ​as​ ​he​ ​took​ ​a​ ​sip​ ​from​ ​his​ ​mug.  

“Sure​ ​dad.​ ​Oh​ ​and​ ​Dick​ ​left​ ​already."​ ​Said​ ​Annabella.  

"Right,​ ​and​ ​where​ ​is​ ​Damian?"​ ​He​ ​asked.  

"Last​ ​I​ ​checked​ ​Master​ ​Bruce​ ​he​ ​was​ ​in​ ​the​ ​training​ ​room.”​ ​Said​ ​Alfred.  

"Okay.​ ​You​ ​sure​ ​you​ ​can​ ​handle​ ​him​ ​sweetie?"​ ​Asked​ ​Bruce​ ​as​ ​he​ ​looked​ ​at​ ​his​ ​daughter.  

"It​ ​hurts​ ​that​ ​you​ ​doubt​ ​me​ ​dad."​ ​Annabella​ ​touched​ ​her​ ​chest​ ​in​ ​mock​ ​hurt.​ ​"Go​ ​I'll​ ​be​ ​fine.”  

“Thanks​ ​sweetie​ ​you're​ ​a​ ​lifesaver.​ ​Love​ ​you,​ ​I'll​ ​try​ ​to​ ​be​ ​out​ ​by​ ​lunch​ ​time."​ ​He​ ​said​ ​as​ ​he​ ​kissed her​ ​forehead​ ​and​ ​ruffled​ ​her​ ​hair.  

"Dad."​ ​She​ ​whined.​ ​"I​ ​just​ ​got​ ​it​ ​untangled.”  

Bruce​ ​chuckled​ ​as​ ​he​ ​watched​ ​his​ ​daughter​ ​fix​ ​her​ ​hair.​ ​He​ ​said​ ​his​ ​goodbye​ ​to​ ​Alfred​ ​and​ ​left. Shortly​ ​after​ ​Damian​ ​walking​ ​in​ ​while​ ​finishing​ ​toweling​ ​off​ ​his​ ​hair.  

“Pennyworth​ ​prepare​ ​my​ ​usual​ ​tea."​ ​Ordered​ ​Damian​ ​as​ ​he​ ​took​ ​a​ ​seat​ ​and​ ​carefully​ ​prepared​ ​his plate.  

"Well​ ​gee​ ​good​ ​morning​ ​to​ ​you​ ​too​ ​sunshine."​ ​Remarked​ ​Annabella.​ ​Damian​ ​dismissed​ ​her​ ​as​ ​he started​ ​eating​ ​his​ ​breakfast.  

Annabella​ ​stared​ ​at​ ​her​ ​brother​ ​studying​ ​him​ ​as​ ​he​ ​ate.​ ​He​ ​was​ ​a​ ​carbon​ ​copy​ ​of​ ​their​ ​father.​ ​And like​ ​their​ ​father​ ​Annabella​ ​knew​ ​that​ ​Damian​ ​has​ ​light​ ​in​ ​him​ ​despite​ ​their​ ​dark​ ​and​ ​hard​ ​exterior.  

"Is​ ​there​ ​something​ ​you​ ​would​ ​like​ ​to​ ​say?"​ ​Questioned​ ​Damian​ ​as​ ​he​ ​finished​ ​up​ ​his​ ​breakfast.  

"Nope​ ​just​ ​get​ ​dressed​ ​and​ ​meet​ ​me​ ​in​ ​the​ ​garage."​ ​She​ ​said​ ​as​ ​she​ ​got​ ​up​ ​and​ ​put​ ​their​ ​dishes​ ​in the​ ​sink.  

"But​ ​I'm​ ​already​ ​dressed."​ ​Stated​ ​Damian.  

"Hmm."​ ​Annabella​ ​looked​ ​at​ ​what​ ​her​ ​brother​ ​was​ ​wearing.​ ​A​ ​black​ ​turtleneck​ ​and​ ​dark​ ​grey trousers.​ ​"Yeah​ ​no​ ​here​ ​put​ ​these​ ​on​ ​and​ ​meet​ ​me​ ​in​ ​the​ ​garage.​ ​You​ ​got​ ​five​ ​minutes.”  

She​ ​tossed​ ​a​ ​small​ ​grocery​ ​bag​ ​with​ ​clothes​ ​towards​ ​him,​ ​which​ ​he​ ​caught​ ​with​ ​ease​ ​and​ ​peered into​ ​the​ ​bag.  

"And​ ​why​ ​should​ ​I​ ​wear​ ​this?"​ ​He​ ​questioned.  

"Would​ ​you​ ​just​ ​hurry​ ​up​ ​and​ ​get​ ​changed.”  Damian​ ​grumbled​ ​as​ ​he​ ​walked​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​kitchen.​ ​Annabella​ ​sighed​ ​as​ ​she​ ​grabbed​ ​her​ ​key​ ​keys and​ ​shrugged​ ​her​ ​teal​ ​colored​ ​hoodie​ ​on.  

“And​ ​where​ ​will​ ​you​ ​two​ ​be​ ​going​ ​miss?"​ ​Alfred​ ​asked​ ​as​ ​he​ ​finished​ ​cleaning​ ​the​ ​dishes.  

"Just​ ​going​ ​to​ ​go​ ​out​ ​and​ ​try​ ​to​ ​bond.​ ​I'll​ ​keep​ ​you​ ​updated."​ ​Replied​ ​Annabella​ ​with​ ​a​ ​small​ ​smile. She​ ​waved​ ​at​ ​the​ ​butler​ ​as​​ ​walked​ ​towards​ ​the​ ​garage.  

Annabella​ ​stared​ ​at​ ​her​ ​watch​ ​as​ ​she​ ​waited​ ​in​ ​her​ ​yellow​ ​beetle.​ ​Just​ ​then​ ​the​ ​passenger​ ​door opened​ ​and​ ​Damian​ ​slid​ ​in.  

"Almost​ ​thought​ ​you​ ​weren't​ ​going​ ​to​ ​show​ ​up."​ ​Said​ ​Annabella​ ​as​ ​she​ ​stared​ ​up​ ​the​ ​car.  

"I​ ​have​ ​a​ ​feeling​ ​I​ ​had​ ​no​ ​choice​ ​on​ ​the​ ​matter."​ ​Replied​ ​Damian.  

"Well​ ​I​ ​mean​ ​you​ ​could​ ​have​ ​said​ ​no​ ​but​ ​that​ ​would​ ​have​ ​to​ ​result​ ​in​ ​us​ ​staying​ ​at​ ​home​ ​and​ ​really where's​ ​the​ ​fun​ ​in​ ​that?​ ​Plus​ ​you​ ​look​ ​like​ ​you​ ​could​ ​use​ ​a​ ​day​ ​out.”  

“And​ ​where​ ​exactly​ ​are​ ​we​ ​going?"​ ​Questioned​ ​Damian​ ​as​ ​he​ ​stared​ ​out​ ​the​ ​window.  

"Somewhere​ ​we​ ​can​ ​try​ ​to​ ​bond​ ​you​ ​are​ ​after​ ​all​ ​my​ ​baby​ ​brother."​ ​Annabella​ ​simply​ ​stated.  

"Half-brother."​ ​Damian​ ​mumbled.  

"Hey​ ​blood,​ ​no​ ​blood,​ ​or​ ​even​ ​half-blood​ ​you​ ​are​ ​my​ ​brother​ ​whether​ ​you​ ​like​ ​it​ ​or​ ​not."​ ​Annabella took​ ​a​ ​deep​ ​breath.​ ​Nope​ ​no​ ​she​ ​was​ ​not​ ​going​ ​to​ ​get​ ​in​ ​a​ ​fight​ ​with​ ​him.​ ​"The​ ​clothes​ ​seem​ ​to​ ​fit you​ ​pretty​ ​well.”  

“Yes​ ​they​ ​do.​ ​How​ ​did​ ​you​ ​manage​ ​to​ ​get​ ​clothes​ ​for​ ​me​ ​so​ ​soon?"​ ​Questioned​ ​Damian​ ​as​ ​he looked​ ​at​ ​the​ ​light​ ​green​ ​hoodie​ ​and​ ​blue​ ​jeans.  

"Actually​ ​they​ ​are​ ​my​ ​old​ ​clothes.”  

“You​ ​use​ ​to​ ​wear​ ​boys​ ​clothes?”  

“Still​ ​do."​ ​Annabella​ ​gestured​ ​to​ ​her​ ​hoodie.​ ​"It's​ ​more​ ​comfortable.​ ​But​ ​also​ ​when​ ​I​ ​was​ ​younger and​ ​once​ ​I​ ​got​ ​along​ ​with​ ​Dick​ ​we​ ​would​ ​share​ ​clothes.​ ​It​ ​would​ ​throw​ ​the​ ​paparazzi​ ​off​ ​because they​ ​always​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​get​ ​a​ ​picture​ ​of​ ​Bruce​ ​Wayne's​ ​little​ ​girl.​ ​But​ ​since​ ​they​ ​couldn't​ ​really​ ​tell the​ ​difference​ ​between​ ​us​ ​they​ ​gave​ ​up​ ​after​ ​awhile.​ ​I​ ​still​ ​get​ ​bombarded​ ​with​ ​the​ ​paparazzi​ ​at the​ ​galas​ ​but​ ​at​ ​least​ ​they​ ​don't​ ​follow​ ​me​ ​in​ ​the​ ​streets​ ​anymore.”  

“How​ ​could​ ​they​ ​possibly​ ​confuse​ ​you​ ​with​ ​Grayson?​ ​You​ ​two​ ​don't​ ​look​ ​the​ ​same.”  

“Well​ ​for​ ​starters​ ​I​ ​actually​ ​got​ ​gum​ ​in​ ​my​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​I​ ​tried​ ​to​ ​cut​ ​it​ ​out…​ ​yeah​ ​it​ ​didn't​ ​turn​ ​out​ ​well so​ ​I​ ​had​ ​to​ ​get​ ​it​ ​fixed​ ​which​ ​in​ ​turn​ ​made​ ​my​ ​hair​ ​look​ ​similar​ ​to​ ​Dicks.​ ​And​ ​I​ ​use​ ​to​ ​be​ ​pretty​ ​tall for​ ​my​ ​age​ ​plus​ ​Dick​ ​was​ ​pretty​ ​lanky​ ​when​ ​he​ ​was​ ​younger.​ ​Till​ ​he​ ​got​ ​a​ ​growth​ ​spurt​ ​and​ ​I stayed​ ​stuck​ ​at​ ​my​ ​height​ ​since​ ​middle​ ​school.​ ​Not​ ​to​ ​mention​ ​the​ ​shades​ ​dad​ ​would​ ​always​ ​make us​ ​wear​ ​and​ ​bam​ ​we​ ​could​ ​almost​ ​pass​ ​off​ ​as​ ​twins.”  

Damian​ ​just​ ​stared​ ​at​ ​his​ ​sister.​ ​Were​ ​they​ ​seriously​ ​related.​ ​They​ ​looked​ ​nothing​ ​alike.​ ​And personality​ ​wise​ ​they​ ​were​ ​complete​ ​opposites.​ ​If​ ​it​ ​wasn't​ ​for​ ​the​ ​DNA​ ​test​ ​he​ ​ran​ ​he​ ​wouldn’t have​ ​believed​ ​she​ ​was​ ​his​ ​sister.  

“What?"​ ​Question​ ​Annabella.  

"Nothing.”  

“You​ ​know​ ​the​ ​past​ ​week​ ​you​ ​have​ ​been​ ​here​ ​you've​ ​had​ ​something​ ​to​ ​say​ ​about​ ​everybody​ ​but me.​ ​So​ ​go​ ​ahead​ ​lay​ ​it​ ​on​ ​me​ ​unless​ ​you​ ​got​ ​nothing​ ​to​ ​say." 

 "Well​ ​to​ ​be​ ​honest​ ​I​ ​didn't​ ​know​ ​you​ ​existed​ ​till​ ​I​ ​got​ ​here.”  

“Seriously​ ​I​ ​find​ ​that​ ​a​ ​little​ ​hard​ ​to​ ​believe​ ​considering​ ​Thalia​ ​tried​ ​to​ ​kill​ ​me​ ​like​ ​three​ ​times​ ​when I​ ​was​ ​five…​ ​which​ ​suddenly​ ​makes​ ​sense​ ​cause​ ​you’re​ ​like​ ​what​ ​12?”  

“She​ ​was​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​eliminate​ ​competition.”  

“Even​ ​then​ ​I​ ​think​ ​that's​ ​putting​ ​it​ ​lightly.”  

“Whatever​ ​the​ ​point​ ​is,​ ​I​ ​did​ ​do​ ​my​ ​research​ ​on​ ​you​ ​once​ ​I​ ​got​ ​here.”  

“And?​ ​Come​ ​on​ ​I​ ​said​ ​lay​ ​it​ ​on​ ​me​ ​what​ ​did​ ​you​ ​learn?”  

“You​ ​are​ ​17​ ​years​ ​old.​ ​For​ ​the​ ​first​ ​five​ ​years​ ​of​ ​your​ ​life​ ​you​ ​spent​ ​them​ ​with​ ​father.​ ​After​ ​that​ ​you spent​ ​every​ ​summer​ ​in​ ​Mexico​ ​with​ ​your​ ​mother​ ​until​ ​you​ ​were​ ​12.​ ​You​ ​didn't​ ​get​ ​into​ ​the superhero​ ​business​ ​until​ ​you​ ​were​ ​13.​ ​You​ ​graduated​ ​high​ ​school​ ​your​ ​junior​ ​year​ ​yet​ ​went​ ​into college​ ​to​ ​study​ ​to​ ​become​ ​a​ ​veterinarian.​ ​Which​ ​in​ ​reality​ ​is​ ​such​ ​a​ ​waste.”  

“Oh​ ​really​ ​and​ ​why​ ​is​ ​that?”  "You​ ​are​ ​the​ ​daughter​ ​of​ ​Bruce​ ​Wayne,​ ​the​ ​Batman.​ ​And​ ​yet​ ​instead​ ​of​ ​taking​ ​up​ ​training​ ​early​ ​in life​ ​and​ ​becoming​ ​Robin​ ​you​ ​wait​ ​till​ ​there's​ ​already​ ​been​ ​3​ ​sidekicks​ ​before​ ​you​ ​decide​ ​to​ ​join. And​ ​even​ ​then​ ​you​ ​become​ ​this​ ​so​ ​called​ ​"Shadow"​ ​instead​ ​of​ ​being​ ​a​ ​robin.​ ​As​ ​for​ ​your education​ ​instead​ ​of​ ​taking​ ​on​ ​the​ ​business​ ​like​ ​you​ ​should​ ​have​ ​you​ ​go​ ​and​ ​try​ ​to​ ​become​ ​a​ ​vet? All​ ​because​ ​of​ ​your​ ​meta​ ​human​ ​abilities,​ ​which​ ​by​ ​the​ ​way​ ​is​ ​cheating.”  

“If​ ​I​ ​didn't​ ​know​ ​any​ ​better​ ​I'd​ ​say​ ​you​ ​sound​ ​jealous."​ ​Annabella​ ​teased,​ ​Damian​ ​simply​ ​scoffed.  

Annabella​ ​turned​ ​the​ ​car​ ​into​ ​a​ ​parking​ ​lot​ ​and​ ​slammed​ ​the​ ​brake​ ​causing​ ​Damian​ ​to​ ​brace himself.  

"Alright​ ​listen​ ​up​ ​dragon​ ​head.”  "Demon​ ​head.“  "Whatever.​ ​I'm​ ​guessing​ ​that​ ​because​ ​of​ ​the​ ​file​ ​you​ ​read​ ​that​ ​you​ ​know​ ​me​ ​so​ ​well​ ​don't​ ​you.”  Damian​ ​stayed​ ​silent.  "Well​ ​get​ ​ready​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​what​ ​you​ ​can't​ ​read​ ​in​ ​a​ ​file.​ ​Dad​ ​met​ ​my​ ​egg​ ​donor​ ​at​ ​some​ ​charity​ ​event down​ ​in​ ​Mexico.​ ​One​ ​to​ ​many​ ​shots​ ​of​ ​tequila​ ​and​ ​surprise.​ ​The​ ​only​ ​reason​ ​she​ ​kept​ ​me​ ​alive was​ ​because​ ​she​ ​loved​ ​the​ ​attention​ ​she​ ​got​ ​from​ ​being​ ​pregnant.​ ​Which​ ​is​ ​how​ ​dad​ ​found​ ​out, he​ ​know​ ​she​ ​wouldn't​ ​really​ ​take​ ​care​ ​of​ ​me​ ​so​ ​when​ ​I​ ​was​ ​born​ ​they​ ​made​ ​a​ ​deal​ ​that​ ​I​ ​would​ ​be with​ ​him​ ​till​ ​I​ ​was​ ​five.​ ​Dad​ ​and​ ​Alfred​ ​raised​ ​me,​ ​taught​ ​me​ ​everything​ ​my​ ​little​ ​mind​ ​could​ ​handle, they​ ​even​ ​got​ ​a​ ​Spanish​ ​tutor​ ​for​ ​me.​ ​But​ ​when​ ​I​ ​showed​ ​up​ ​in​ ​my​ ​"home"​ ​town​ ​I​ ​found​ ​out​ ​she was​ ​only​ ​there​ ​because​ ​she​ ​was​ ​pregnant​ ​again.​ ​Otherwise​ ​she​ ​wouldn't​ ​have​ ​spent​ ​that​ ​summer with​ ​me​ ​even​ ​then​ ​I​ ​only​ ​saw​ ​her​ ​a​ ​few​ ​times​ ​because​ ​she​ ​constantly​ ​needed​ ​her​ ​"rest”.​ ​My​ ​aunts and​ ​uncles​ ​would​ ​ignore​ ​me.​ ​My​ ​cousins​ ​would​ ​constantly​ ​tease​ ​me​ ​for​ ​my​ ​accent,​ ​and​ ​laugh when​ ​I​ ​didn't​ ​understand​ ​a​ ​certain​ ​word.​ ​Whenever​ ​something​ ​bad​ ​would​ ​happen​ ​I'd​ ​be​ ​the​ ​one getting​ ​blamed.​ ​The​ ​only​ ​one​ ​who​ ​gave​ ​me​ ​love​ ​was​ ​my​ ​grandmother.​ ​And​ ​I​ ​loved​ ​her​ ​so​ ​much… she​ ​always​ ​taught​ ​me​ ​to​ ​be​ ​myself,​ ​to​ ​love​ ​myself,​ ​and​ ​to​ ​be​ ​what​ ​I​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​be​ ​not​ ​what​ ​others expected​ ​me​ ​to​ ​be.​ ​Now​ ​let's​ ​fast​ ​forward​ ​to​ ​five​ ​years​ ​ago​ ​and​ ​my​ ​grandmother​ ​is​ ​on​ ​her​ ​heath bed​ ​and​ ​she​ ​looks​ ​so​ ​weak​ ​not​ ​to​ ​mention​ ​I​ ​lost​ ​Jason​ ​not​ ​long​ ​before​ ​that.​ ​So​ ​here​ ​I​ ​am​ ​trying​ ​to cope​ ​with​ ​the​ ​fact​ ​that​ ​the​ ​only​ ​one​ ​who​ ​loved​ ​me​ ​from​ ​that​ ​side​ ​of​ ​my​ ​so​ ​called​ ​family​ ​was​ ​dying. And​ ​I​ ​couldn't​ ​stand​ ​and​ ​watch​ ​as​ ​she​ ​wasted​ ​away.​ ​I​ ​left​ ​hopped​ ​on​ ​a​ ​plane​ ​back​ ​to​ ​Gotham. Soon​ ​after​ ​that​ ​I​ ​got​ ​calls,​ ​emails,​ ​even​ ​texts​ ​from​ ​my​ ​family​ ​who​ ​barely​ ​spoke​ ​a​ ​sentence​ ​to​ ​me my​ ​whole​ ​life​ ​and​ ​they​ ​were​ ​yelling​ ​at​ ​me,​ ​blaming​ ​me,​ ​that​ ​I​ ​was​ ​the​ ​one​ ​that​ ​killed​ ​her.​ ​That​ ​I broke​ ​her​ ​heart​ ​when​ ​I​ ​left​ ​without​ ​a​ ​goodbye.​ ​And​ ​how​ ​I​ ​never​ ​helped​ ​out​ ​at​ ​all​ ​especially​ ​with​ ​all the​ ​money​ ​dad​ ​has​ ​plus​ ​the​ ​money​ ​that​ ​my​ ​egg​ ​donor​ ​would​ ​give​ ​me.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​so​ ​hurt​ ​from everything.​ ​I​ ​shut​ ​everyone​ ​out.​ ​No​ ​one​ ​could​ ​get​ ​to​ ​me​ ​I​ ​barely​ ​ate​ ​anything​ ​I​ ​stayed​ ​in​ ​my​ ​room. Until​ ​one​ ​day​ ​I​ ​got​ ​out​ ​and​ ​I​ ​went​ ​to​ ​Jason's​ ​old​ ​room.​ ​I​ ​saw​ ​a​ ​picture​ ​of​ ​us​ ​with​ ​dad​ ​and​ ​dick​ ​and I​ ​remembered​ ​how​ ​much​ ​I​ ​loved​ ​him,​ ​how​ ​much​ ​I​ ​love​ ​dad,​ ​how​ ​much​ ​I​ ​love​ ​Dick.​ ​And​ ​how​ ​much they​ ​loved​ ​me​ ​and​ ​I​ ​remembered​ ​how​ ​much​ ​the​ ​League​ ​had​ ​also​ ​been​ ​in​ ​my​ ​life.​ ​And​ ​how​ ​they helped​ ​dad​ ​raise​ ​me​ ​and​ ​how​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​of​ ​them​ ​are​ ​like​ ​my​ ​actual​ ​family.​ ​And​ ​I​ ​got​ ​better​ ​I​ ​started accepting​ ​help.​ ​And​ ​then​ ​when​ ​Tim​ ​came​ ​along​ ​everything​ ​just​ ​started​ ​getting​ ​back​ ​into​ ​place. That's​ ​when​ ​I​ ​started​ ​to​ ​train​ ​but​ ​not​ ​because​ ​I​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​follow​ ​dads​ ​path​ ​but​ ​because​ ​I​ ​wanted to​ ​make​ ​things​ ​easier​ ​on​ ​out​ ​family.​ ​I​ ​also​ ​gave​ ​up​ ​everything​ ​from​ ​my​ ​egg​ ​donors​ ​side,​ ​money wise​ ​at​ ​least,​ ​I​ ​keep​ ​my​ ​heritage​ ​but​ ​in​ ​honor​ ​of​ ​my​ ​grandmother.“  

“Is​ ​there​ ​a​ ​point​ ​for​ ​you​ ​telling​ ​me​ ​your​ ​life​ ​story?"​ ​Questioned​ ​Damian,​ ​Annabella​ ​pondered​ ​for​ ​a bit.  

"Don't​ ​assume​ ​you​ ​know​ ​someone​ ​just​ ​because​ ​you​ ​read​ ​up​ ​on​ ​them.​ ​And​ ​also​ ​this​ ​is​ ​suppose​ ​to be​ ​a​ ​bonding​ ​trip.​ ​You​ ​learn​ ​things​ ​about​ ​me​ ​and​ ​I​ ​learn​ ​things​ ​about​ ​you.​ ​Now​ ​come​ ​on​ ​get​ ​out dragon​ ​head."​ ​Explained​ ​Annabella​ ​as​ ​she​ ​got​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​car.  

"Demon​ ​head."​ ​Corrected​ ​Damian.  

"Whatever.”  

“And​ ​I​ ​am​ ​not​ ​going​ ​to​ ​tell​ ​you​ ​about​ ​myself."​ ​Damian​ ​said​ ​stubbornly​ ​as​ ​he​ ​followed​ ​Annabella who​ ​started​ ​walking​ ​away.  

"You​ ​know​ ​this​ ​would​ ​go​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​easier​ ​if​ ​you​ ​just​ ​talked​ ​rather​ ​than​ ​us​ ​playing​ ​21​ ​questions.”  

"Has​ ​anyone​ ​ever​ ​told​ ​you​ ​that​ ​you​ ​are​ ​very​ ​annoying?“  

"I'm​ ​a​ ​sister​ ​it's​ ​part​ ​of​ ​my​ ​job​ ​description.”  

“For​ ​someone​ ​so​ ​tiny​ ​you​ ​sure​ ​are​ ​a​ ​pain​ ​and​ ​would​ ​you​ ​slow​ ​down."​ ​Remarked​ ​Damian​ ​as​ ​he jogged​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​to​ ​keep​ ​up​ ​with​ ​her​ ​despite​ ​them​ ​being​ ​around​ ​the​ ​same​ ​height.  

"Funny​ ​I​ ​was​ ​just​ ​about​ ​to​ ​say​ ​the​ ​same​ ​thing​ ​to​ ​you.​ ​What's​ ​wrong​ ​dragon​ ​head​ ​can't​ ​keep​ ​up?” She​ ​asked​ ​as​ ​she​ ​turned​ ​her​ ​head​ ​to​ ​smile​ ​at​ ​her​ ​brother.​ ​"I'm​ ​4'11​ ​living​ ​with​ ​6ft​ ​giants​ ​and​ ​it’s not​ ​like​ ​they​ ​take​ ​baby​ ​steps​ ​I​ ​had​ ​to​ ​learn​ ​how​ ​to​ ​walk​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​faster​ ​so​ ​I​ ​wouldn't​ ​trail​ ​behind.​ ​Okay we're​ ​here.“  

"You​ ​mean​ ​to​ ​tell​ ​me​ ​you​ ​dragged​ ​me​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​manor​ ​just​ ​to​ ​take​ ​me​ ​to​ ​a​ ​place​ ​where​ ​they​ ​sell frozen​ ​yogurt?”​ ​Damian​ ​stared​ ​at​ ​her​ ​with​ ​a​ ​face​ ​of​ ​annoyance.  

"Well​ ​actually​ ​it​ ​use​ ​to​ ​be​ ​an​ ​ice​ ​cream​ ​parlor​ ​but​ ​it​ ​chanced​ ​about​ ​a​ ​couple​ ​years​ ​ago.​ ​And​ ​also​ ​I didn't​ ​drag​ ​you​ ​out​ ​you​ ​came​ ​all​ ​on​ ​your​ ​own."​ ​Said​ ​Annabella​ ​as​ ​they​ ​walked​ ​in.  

"And​ ​why​ ​exactly​ ​are​ ​we​ ​here?"​ ​Questioned​ ​Damian.​ ​Annabella​ ​handed​ ​him​ ​a​ ​cup​ ​and​ ​led​ ​him​ ​to the​ ​self​ ​serve​ ​machines.  

"It's​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​of​ ​a​ ​tradition."​ ​She​ ​explained​ ​as​ ​she​ ​started​ ​to​ ​serve​ ​herself,​ ​Damian​ ​gave​ ​her​ ​a questioning​ ​look.​ ​"It​ ​started​ ​with​ ​Dick.​ ​I​ ​didn't​ ​really​ ​get​ ​along​ ​with​ ​him​ ​at​ ​first​ ​till​ ​Alfred​ ​took​ ​us​ ​on a​ ​drive​ ​and​ ​we​ ​found​ ​this​ ​place​ ​back​ ​when​ ​it​ ​was​ ​the​ ​ice​ ​cream​ ​parlor.​ ​Then​ ​he​ ​sat​ ​us​ ​down​ ​and once​ ​we​ ​were​ ​relaxed​ ​he​ ​made​ ​ya​ ​start​ ​talking​ ​and​ ​now​ ​I​ ​can​ ​tolerate​ ​him​ ​better.​ ​We​ ​did​ ​the same​ ​thing​ ​when​ ​Jason​ ​and​ ​Tim​ ​came​ ​along.​ ​And​ ​every​ ​time​ ​we​ ​just​ ​clicked​ ​into​ ​place.​ ​Aren't​ ​you going​ ​to​ ​put​ ​topping​ ​on​ ​that?”  

Damian​ ​looked​ ​at​ ​his​ ​cup​ ​of​ ​vanilla​ ​yogurt​ ​and​ ​looked​ ​over​ ​at​ ​the​ ​toppings​ ​table.  

“What's​ ​that?"​ ​He​ ​gestured​ ​to​ ​the​ ​smashed​ ​Oreo​ ​bin.  

"It's​ ​crushed​ ​Oreos.”  

“What's​ ​an​ ​Oreo?”  

“It's​ ​a​ ​type​ ​of​ ​cookie.​ ​Here​ ​why​ ​don't​ ​we​ ​do​ ​this."​ ​Annabella​ ​set​ ​her​ ​cup​ ​down​ ​and​ ​plucked Damian's​ ​cup​ ​from​ ​his​ ​hands.​ ​

"Let's​ ​get​ ​a​ ​little​ ​bit​ ​and​ ​sprinkle​ ​it​ ​off​ ​to​ ​the​ ​side​ ​that​ ​way​ ​you​ ​can try​ ​it​ ​without​ ​mixing​ ​it​ ​too​ ​much.​ ​Anything​ ​else?​ ​There's​ ​chocolate​ ​chips,​ ​nuts…​ ​you're​ ​not​ ​allergic to​ ​nuts​ ​right?”  

“No​ ​of​ ​course​ ​not.”  

“Alright​ ​here​ ​let's​ ​put​ ​some​ ​pecans​ ​in​ ​there​ ​and…​ ​well​ ​you​ ​can​ ​never​ ​go​ ​wrong​ ​with​ ​chocolate. There​ ​that​ ​should​ ​be​ ​good.”  Annabella​ ​paid​ ​for​ ​the​ ​treats​ ​and​ ​they​ ​made​ ​their​ ​way​ ​to​ ​a​ ​table​ ​in​ ​the​ ​corner​ ​away​ ​from​ ​the​ ​small crowd​ ​of​ ​people.​ ​Damian​ ​got​ ​a​ ​spoonful​ ​of​ ​his​ ​yogurt​ ​with​ ​Oreos​ ​and​ ​took​ ​a​ ​hesitant​ ​bite. Annabella​ ​noticed​ ​how​ ​his​ ​face​ ​slightly​ ​lit​ ​up​ ​and​ ​she​ ​couldn't​ ​help​ ​but​ ​smile.​ ​She​ ​studied​ ​his features​ ​noticing​ ​the​ ​similarities​ ​between​ ​him​ ​and​ ​their​ ​father.  

“What​ ​are​ ​you​ ​staring​ ​at?"​ ​Questioned​ ​Damian​ ​causing​ ​Annabella​ ​to​ ​snap​ ​out​ ​of​ ​her​ ​thoughts.  

"Nothing​ ​you​ ​just​ ​look​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​like​ ​dad.​ ​Well​ ​at​ ​least​ ​in​ ​the​ ​eyes​ ​and​ ​hair,​ ​your​ ​face​ ​is​ ​shaped​ ​more like​ ​your​ ​mothers.​ ​Except​ ​I'm​ ​not​ ​sure​ ​where​ ​you​ ​got​ ​your​ ​nose​ ​from.”  

“My​ ​nose​ ​what's​ ​wrong​ ​with.​ ​My​ ​nose?”  

“Nothing​ ​it's​ ​a​ ​really​ ​cute​ ​nose​ ​very​ ​boopable.“​ ​Damian​ ​raised​ ​an​ ​eyebrow.  

"What​ ​does​ ​that​ ​even​ ​mean?”  

“I'd​ ​show​ ​you​ ​but​ ​you​ ​have​ ​to​ ​promise​ ​you​ ​won't​ ​hurt​ ​me.”  

Damian​ ​just​ ​gave​ ​her​ ​a​ ​questioning​ ​look.​ ​Annabella​ ​smiled​ ​and​ ​quickly​ ​leaned​ ​over​ ​and​ ​softly tapped​ ​the​ ​tip​ ​of​ ​his​ ​nose.​ ​She​ ​managed​ ​to​ ​retract​ ​her​ ​hand​ ​before​ ​Damian​ ​could​ ​grab​ ​it.  

“What​ ​was​ ​that​ ​for?”  

“I​ ​was​ ​showing​ ​you​ ​what​ ​a​ ​boop​ ​is.”  

“And​ ​what​ ​purpose​ ​did​ ​that​ ​serve?”  

“To​ ​make​ ​someone​ ​smile.”  

“You​ ​are​ ​so​ ​childish.”  

“Hey​ ​being​ ​childish​ ​from​ ​time​ ​to​ ​time​ ​is​ ​good​ ​for​ ​the​ ​soul.”  

Damian​ ​rolled​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​as​ ​his​ ​sister​ ​smiled​ ​while​ ​eating​ ​her​ ​treat.​ ​He​ ​looked​ ​down​ ​at​ ​her​ ​cup​ ​and grimaced.  

“How​ ​is​ ​that​ ​appealing?"​ ​He​ ​asked​ ​as​ ​he​ ​scrunched​ ​his​ ​nose​ ​in​ ​disgust.  

"It's​ ​delicious,​ ​but​ ​I​ ​mean​ ​not​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​of​ ​people​ ​can​ ​handle​ ​this​ ​much​ ​sugar.​ ​Not​ ​even​ ​dad.​ ​So​ ​I​ ​don’t blame​ ​you​ ​for​ ​not​ ​wanting​ ​to​ ​maybe​ ​at​ ​least​ ​trying​ ​it​ ​before​ ​you​ ​criticize​ ​it."​ ​Damian​ ​scowled​ ​at​ ​his sister​ ​and​ ​reached​ ​over​ ​with​ ​his​ ​spoon​ ​but​ ​she​ ​stopped​ ​him.  

"If​ ​you're​ ​going​ ​to​ ​try​ ​some​ ​you​ ​have​ ​to​ ​do​ ​it​ ​right."​ ​She​ ​said​ ​as​ ​she​ ​grabbed​ ​his​ ​spoon​ ​and​ ​moved it​ ​around​ ​in​ ​her​ ​cup​ ​to​ ​make​ ​sure​ ​she​ ​got​ ​all​ ​the​ ​toppings.​ ​Once​ ​she​ ​was​ ​satisfied​ ​she​ ​handed​ ​the spoon​ ​back​ ​to​ ​Damian​ ​and​ ​quickly​ ​pulled​ ​out​ ​her​ ​phone.  

Damian​ ​studied​ ​the​ ​spoon​ ​carefully​ ​before​ ​plopping​ ​it​ ​into​ ​his​ ​mouth.​ ​He​ ​quickly​ ​pulled​ ​the​ ​spoon away​ ​as​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​puckered​ ​and​ ​his​ ​eyebrows​ ​scrunched​ ​together.​ ​Annabella​ ​couldn't​ ​stop​ ​laughing as​ ​she​ ​recorded​ ​his​ ​reaction.​ ​Damian​ ​slowly​ ​chewed​ ​and​ ​swallowed​ ​down​ ​the​ ​yogurt.  

"What​ ​the​ ​hell​ ​do​ ​put​ ​in​ ​that?"​ ​He​ ​questioned​ ​and​ ​quickly​ ​shoved​ ​some​ ​of​ ​his​ ​own​ ​yogurt​ ​into​ ​his mouth​ ​to​ ​get​ ​rid​ ​of​ ​the​ ​taste.  

"Oh​ ​no​ ​much.​ ​Just​ ​pineapple​ ​and​ ​mango​ ​flavored​ ​yogurt​ ​topped​ ​with​ ​kiwi​ ​and​ ​lemon​ ​flavored syrup​ ​finished​ ​off​ ​with​ ​spoke​ ​sour​ ​gummy​ ​worms."​ ​Annabella​ ​shrugged​ ​as​ ​she​ ​ate​ ​some​ ​more with​ ​ease.​ ​Damian​ ​stared​ ​at​ ​her​ ​in​ ​disbelief​ ​then​ ​she​ ​noticed​ ​her​ ​phone.  

"What​ ​a​ ​minute​ ​we're​ ​you​ ​recording​ ​me?”  

“Maybe.”  

“Delete​ ​it.”  

“Nope​ ​not​ ​a​ ​chance.​ ​Besides​ ​it's​ ​too​ ​late​ ​I​ ​already​ ​sent​ ​it​ ​to​ ​Alfred​ ​and​ ​it​ ​has​ ​been​ ​saved​ ​to​ ​my blackmail​ ​folder.”  

“You​ ​have​ ​a​ ​blackmail​ ​folder?”  

“First​ ​and​ ​second​ ​rule​ ​of​ ​being​ ​a​ ​batsibling​ ​always​ ​have​ ​the​ ​camera​ ​ready​ ​and​ ​always​ ​have​ ​a blackmail​ ​folder.”  

Damian​ ​glared​ ​at​ ​her​ ​but​ ​she​ ​simply​ ​smiled​ ​back.  

“It's​ ​cute​ ​how​ ​you​ ​think​ ​that'll​ ​work​ ​on​ ​me.”  

Damian​ ​huffed​ ​and​ ​looked​ ​down​ ​at​ ​his​ ​cup.​ ​Annabella​ ​slowly​ ​traced​ ​her​ ​spoon​ ​around​ ​the​ ​rim​ ​of her​ ​cup.  

"So…​ ​what​ ​was​ ​it​ ​like?​ ​Growing​ ​up​ ​in​ ​the​ ​league?"​ ​She​ ​looked​ ​up​ ​at​ ​him​ ​but​ ​he​ ​kept​ ​his​ ​gaze down.​ ​After​ ​a​ ​few​ ​moments​ ​of​ ​silence​ ​he​ ​finally​ ​spoke.  

"Ever​ ​since​ ​I​ ​could​ ​remember​ ​I​ ​have​ ​always​ ​been​ ​trained.​ ​Every​ ​year​ ​the​ ​obstacles​ ​I​ ​had​ ​to​ ​face would​ ​be​ ​more​ ​difficult.​ ​But​ ​I​ ​had​ ​to​ ​pass.​ ​There​ ​was​ ​no​ ​room​ ​for​ ​mistakes.​ ​After​ ​all​ ​I​ ​am​ ​an​ ​Al Ghul…​ ​between​ ​my​ ​grandfather​ ​and​ ​I​ ​we​ ​were​ ​going​ ​to​ ​reshape​ ​the​ ​world.”  

“Is​ ​that​ ​what​ ​you​ ​really​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​do​ ​though?"​ ​Questioned​ ​Annabella,​ ​Damian​ ​gave​ ​her​ ​a​ ​puzzled look.  

"Of​ ​course​ ​it​ ​is."​ ​Damian​ ​did​ ​his​ ​best​ ​to​ ​sound​ ​confident​ ​but​ ​Annabella​ ​could​ ​detect​ ​the​ ​slight waver​ ​in​ ​his​ ​voice.  

"Your​ ​whole​ ​life​ ​you​ ​have​ ​been​ ​told​ ​you​ ​have​ ​to​ ​do​ ​certain​ ​things​ ​because​ ​you​ ​are​ ​an​ ​Al​ ​Ghul​ ​but have​ ​you​ ​ever​ ​done​ ​anything​ ​because​ ​you​ ​are​ ​also​ ​just​ ​Damian?”  

"I​ ​never​ ​really​ ​thought​ ​of​ ​that.“​ ​Mumbled​ ​Damian.  

"Well​ ​maybe​ ​you​ ​coming​ ​to​ ​live​ ​with​ ​us​ ​in​ ​the​ ​universe's​ ​way​ ​of​ ​giving​ ​you​ ​a​ ​second​ ​chance.”  

Damian​ ​gave​ ​her​ ​a​ ​skeptical​ ​look​ ​but​ ​didn't​ ​say​ ​anything​ ​they​ ​continued​ ​to​ ​eat​ ​their​ ​treats​ ​in silence.​ ​Annabella​ ​looked​ ​up​ ​at​ ​Damian,​ ​chewing​ ​the​ ​last​ ​bit​ ​of​ ​her​ ​yogurt.  

“What​ ​do​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​ask​ ​me?"​ ​She​ ​questioned.  

"Hmm?”  

“You​ ​and​ ​dad​ ​do​ ​this​ ​thing​ ​where​ ​your​ ​eyebrows​ ​slightly​ ​scrunch​ ​together​ ​when​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​ask something."​ ​She​ ​explained,​ ​Damian​ ​just​ ​scraped​ ​his​ ​spoon​ ​around​ ​his​ ​empty​ ​cup​ ​but​ ​said​ ​nothing. "Okay​ ​then​ ​how​ ​about​ ​we​ ​get​ ​some​ ​frozen​ ​yogurt​ ​for​ ​dad​ ​and​ ​Alfred.”  

Annabella​ ​got​ ​up​ ​and​ ​tossed​ ​her​ ​cup​ ​in​ ​the​ ​trash​ ​before​ ​going​ ​back​ ​to​ ​the​ ​self​ ​serve​ ​machines. Once​ ​again​ ​she​ ​paid​ ​for​ ​the​ ​yogurt​ ​and​ ​they​ ​made​ ​their​ ​way​ ​back​ ​to​ ​the​ ​car.​ ​They​ ​were​ ​nearing the​ ​parking​ ​lot​ ​when​ ​Annabella​ ​stopped.  

“What​ ​is​ ​it?"​ ​Damian​ ​asked​ ​quickly​ ​scanning​ ​the​ ​area​ ​but​ ​saw​ ​no​ ​threat.  

She​ ​ignored​ ​his​ ​question​ ​and​ ​walked​ ​into​ ​the​ ​alley​ ​near​ ​by.​ ​When​ ​she​ ​reached​ ​one​ ​of​ ​the dumpsters​ ​she​ ​handed​ ​the​ ​cups​ ​of​ ​yogurt​ ​to​ ​Damian​ ​and​ ​crouched​ ​down.  

"Hey​ ​little​ ​guy."​ ​She​ ​cooed​ ​as​ ​she​ ​looked​ ​underneath​ ​the​ ​dumpster​ ​and​ ​saw​ ​a​ ​scrawny​ ​black kitten.  

The​ ​kitten​ ​let​ ​out​ ​a​ ​soft​ ​mew​ ​and​ ​Annabella​ ​could​ ​sense​ ​the​ ​fear​ ​radiating​ ​from​ ​it.  

"It's​ ​okay​ ​I'm​ ​not​ ​going​ ​to​ ​hurt​ ​you."​ ​She​ ​slowly​ ​stuck​ ​her​ ​hand​ ​out​ ​and​ ​beaconed​ ​the​ ​cat​ ​to​ ​come forward.​ ​The​ ​kitten​ ​slowly​ ​came​ ​crawling​ ​out.  

Once​ ​the​ ​car​ ​was​ ​in​ ​reach​ ​Annabella​ ​carefully​ ​picked​ ​it​ ​up​ ​and​ ​cradled​ ​it.​ ​When​ ​she​ ​stood​ ​up​ ​she noticed​ ​Damian's​ ​face​ ​soften​ ​when​ ​he​ ​spotted​ ​the​ ​kitten.  

"Come​ ​on​ ​let's​ ​go."​ ​Sid​ ​Annabella​ ​as​ ​they​ ​made​ ​their​ ​way​ ​back​ ​to​ ​the​ ​car.  

"What​ ​are​ ​you​ ​going​ ​to​ ​do​ ​with​ ​it?”  

“I'm​ ​going​ ​to​ ​take​ ​it​ ​somewhere​ ​to​ ​get​ ​checked​ ​out​ ​and​ ​then​ ​once​ ​it's​ ​cleared​ ​we'll​ ​see​ ​what happens.”  

When​ ​they​ ​got​ ​to​ ​the​ ​car​ ​Damian​ ​offered​ ​to​ ​hold​ ​the​ ​kitten.​ ​Annabella​ ​slipped​ ​the​ ​cat​ ​into​ ​his​ ​arms once​ ​she​ ​told​ ​Damian​ ​to​ ​put​ ​the​ ​yogurts​ ​in​ ​a​ ​small​ ​ice​ ​chest​ ​she​ ​carries​ ​in​ ​the​ ​back.​ ​She​ ​watched as​ ​the​ ​kitten​ ​slowly​ ​drifted​ ​off​ ​to​ ​sleep​ ​while​ ​Damian​ ​stroked​ ​its​ ​rugged​ ​fur.  

“It​ ​likes​ ​you,​ ​you​ ​know.”  

“Just​ ​because​ ​it​ ​fell​ ​asleep​ ​on​ ​me​ ​doesn't​ ​mean​ ​it​ ​likes​ ​me.”  

“Trust​ ​me​ ​dragon​ ​head​ ​it​ ​likes​ ​you.​ ​It​ ​feels​ ​safe​ ​with​ ​you​ ​something​ ​that​ ​it​ ​hasn't​ ​felt​ ​in​ ​awhile.” After​ ​a​ ​few​ ​moments​ ​of​ ​silence​ ​Damian​ ​finally​ ​spoke.  

“How​ ​exactly​ ​do​ ​your​ ​powers​ ​work?”  

“I​ ​was​ ​wondering​ ​when​ ​you​ ​were​ ​going​ ​to​ ​ask​ ​that.​ ​Well​ ​we're​ ​still​ ​not​ ​exactly​ ​sure.​ ​We​ ​didn’t know​ ​I​ ​had​ ​powers​ ​till​ ​I​ ​was​ ​8​ ​and​ ​it​ ​was​ ​my​ ​grandmother​ ​that​ ​found​ ​out.​ ​And​ ​so​ ​far​ ​we’ve discovered​ ​that​ ​I​ ​can​ ​communicate​ ​with​ ​just​ ​about​ ​any​ ​animal​ ​land​ ​or​ ​sea​.​ ​Only​ ​problem​ ​is​ ​the wilder​ ​the​ ​animal​ ​the​ ​harder​ ​it​ ​is​ ​to​ ​communicate​ ​with​ ​it.​ ​​It​ ​we've​ ​also​ ​learned​ ​I​ ​am​ ​able​ ​to​ ​access their​ ​memories​ ​and​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​see​ ​things​ ​through​ ​their​ ​eyes.​ ​Also​ ​applies​ ​to​ ​any​ ​meta​ ​human​ ​who have​ ​animal​ ​like​ ​DNA​ ​which​ ​makes​ ​interrogations​ ​with​ ​Killer​ ​Croc​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​easier.​ ​And​ ​we're​ ​here, could​ ​you​ ​wait​ ​outside​ ​for​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​I​ ​have​ ​to​ ​do​ ​a​ ​quick​ ​costume​ ​change.”  

Damian​ ​got​ ​out​ ​holding​ ​the​ ​kitten​ ​close​ ​to​ ​his​ ​chest.​ ​Five​ ​minutes​ ​later​ ​Annabella​ ​came​ ​out wearing​ ​a​ ​light​ ​blue​ ​polo,​ ​dark​ ​jeans,​ ​and​ ​sneakers.  

“Alright​ ​let's​ ​get​ ​this​ ​little​ ​guy​ ​checked​ ​out."​ ​Said​ ​Annabella​ ​as​ ​they​ ​started​ ​walking​ ​to​ ​a​ ​dome shaped​ ​building.  

"What​ ​is​ ​this​ ​place?"​ ​Asked​ ​Damian​ ​as​ ​he​ ​stood​ ​outside​ ​the​ ​entrance.  

"Teresa's​ ​Animal​ ​Sanctuary,​ ​named​ ​after​ ​my​ ​grandmother.​ ​I​ ​had​ ​this​ ​place​ ​built​ ​my​ ​freshman​ ​year of​ ​high​ ​school.​ ​Here​ ​we​ ​care​ ​for​ ​all​ ​animals​ ​big​ ​it​ ​small.​ ​Pet​ ​like​ ​animals​ ​get​ ​treated​ ​and​ ​sheltered here​ ​and​ ​every​ ​other​ ​month​ ​we​ ​have​ ​an​ ​adoption​ ​day​ ​at​ ​the​ ​park.​ ​Wildlife​ ​get​ ​cared​ ​for​ ​and​ ​the released​ ​back​ ​into​ ​the​ ​wild​ ​once​ ​they​ ​are​ ​100%​ ​ready.​ ​Come​ ​on​ ​let's​ ​go​ ​inside."​ ​Annabella motioned​ ​for​ ​Damian​ ​to​ ​follow​ ​her.  

"Miss​ ​Wayne,​ ​I​ ​didn't​ ​know​ ​you​ ​would​ ​be​ ​coming​ ​in​ ​today."​ ​Said​ ​the​ ​receptionist​ ​at​ ​the​ ​desk.  

"Hello​ ​Darcy​ ​I'm​ ​just​ ​here​ ​for​ ​a​ ​quick​ ​visit.​ ​Can​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​Dr.​ ​Croft​ ​to​ ​meet​ ​me​ ​in​ ​the​ ​lab​ ​to​ ​perform​ ​a check​ ​up​ ​on​ ​a​ ​cat.”  

“Sure​ ​thing​ ​Miss​ ​Wayne.”  

“Thank​ ​you.​ ​Come​ ​on​ ​Damian​ ​this​ ​way."​ ​Annabella​ ​led​ ​him​ ​through​ ​a​ ​long​ ​hallway.​ ​Towards​ ​the end​ ​was​ ​a​ ​light​ ​brown​ ​door​ ​and​ ​Annabella​ ​paused.​ ​"Okay​ ​we​ ​have​ ​to​ ​go​ ​through​ ​the​ ​dog​ ​house but​ ​I​ ​gotta​ ​warn​ ​you​ ​they​ ​are​ ​super​ ​friendly​ ​and​ ​will​ ​tackle​ ​you​ ​if​ ​you're​ ​not​ ​careful.”  

Damian​ ​simply​ ​nodded​ ​and​ ​held​ ​the​ ​kitten​ ​closer.​ ​She​ ​gave​ ​him​ ​a​ ​soft​ ​smile​ ​before​ ​opening​ ​the door.  

It's​ ​Anna!!!  

Anna's​ ​here!  

Yay​ ​Anna's​ ​back.  

Immediately​ ​half​ ​of​ ​the​ ​dogs​ ​in​ ​the​ ​room​ ​run​ ​and​ ​tackled​ ​Annabella.​ ​She​ ​giggled​ ​as​ ​many​ ​of​ ​them sniffed​ ​and​ ​licked​ ​her.​ ​Damian​ ​looked​ ​around​ ​the​ ​room​ ​in​ ​awe.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​the​ ​size​ ​of​ ​a​ ​small​ ​house with​ ​dog​ ​beds​ ​everywhere​ ​along​ ​with​ ​some​ ​toys​ ​strewn​ ​around.  

“Okay.​ ​Okay!​ ​Yes​ ​I'm​ ​happy​ ​to​ ​see​ ​you​ ​too."​ ​Annabella's​ ​voice​ ​was​ ​muffled​ ​from​ ​being​ ​underneath the​ ​dog​ ​pile.​ 

​"Okay​ ​everyone​ ​sit!” Immediately​ ​all​ ​the​ ​dogs​ ​surrounding​ ​her​ ​sat.​ ​Annabella​ ​got​ ​up​ ​and​ ​dusted​ ​herself​ ​off. “Everyone​ ​meet​ ​Damian.“​ ​Annabella​ ​gestured​ ​to​ ​her​ ​brother​ ​and​ ​the​ ​dogs​ ​surrounded​ ​him.  

Damian?  

What's​ ​a​ ​Damian?  

Ohh​ ​he​ ​smells​ ​like​ ​pine​ ​trees.  

What​​ ​is​ ​he​ ​holding?  

Oh​ ​it's​ ​a​ ​cat.  

Cat!​ ​Cat!​ ​Cat!  

I​ ​wanna​ ​see​ ​the​ ​cat!  

The​ ​dogs​ ​started​ ​to​ ​get​ ​closer​ ​to​ ​Damian​ ​and​ ​the​ ​kitten​ ​quickly​ ​climbed​ ​up​ ​his​ ​arm​ ​and​ ​perched on​ ​his​ ​shoulder,​ ​hissing​ ​at​ ​the​ ​dogs.  

"Okay,​ ​okay​ ​easy​ ​everyone​ ​easy.​ ​Everyone​ ​be​ ​a​ ​good​ ​boy​ ​and​ ​girl​ ​and​ ​go​ ​play​ ​with​ ​your​ ​toys.”  

Yes​ ​Anna!  

Annabella​ ​smiled​ ​as​ ​the​ ​dogs​ ​dispersed​ ​around​ ​the​ ​room.​ ​She​ ​escorted​ ​Damian​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​room and​ ​into​ ​another​ ​hallway.  

“Ah​ ​Miss​ ​Wayne​ ​so​ ​good​ ​to​ ​see​ ​you."​ ​Said​ ​a​ ​woman​ ​who​ ​looked​ ​to​ ​be​ ​in​ ​her​ ​mid​ ​twenties,​ ​soft brown​ ​eyes,​ ​and​ ​a​ ​bright​ ​smile.  

"Hello​ ​Dr.​ ​Croft.​ ​Shall​ ​we​ ​begin?"​ ​Annabella​ ​greeted​ ​the​ ​woman​ ​as​ ​she​ ​grabbed​ ​her​ ​lab​ ​coat​ ​and got​ ​ready. 

"Of​ ​course,​ ​and​ ​who's​ ​this​ ​gentleman?"​ ​Asked​ ​the​ ​doctor.  

"I'm​ ​her​ ​brother.​ ​Long​ ​story,​ ​I'm​ ​sure​ ​you'll​ ​hear​ ​it​ ​in​ ​the​ ​tabloids​ ​soon.​ ​Now​ ​can​ ​you​ ​start​ ​this​ ​cat needs​ ​to​ ​be​ ​attended​ ​to."​ ​Said​ ​Damian​ ​as​ ​he​ ​carefully​ ​handed​ ​the​ ​cat​ ​to​ ​the​ ​doctor.  

While​ ​they​ ​bathed​ ​and​ ​checked​ ​the​ ​cat​ ​over​ ​for​ ​any​ ​injuries​ ​and​ ​gave​ ​it​ ​it's​ ​proper​ ​shots. Annabella​ ​watched​ ​her​ ​brother.​ ​His​ ​entire​ ​demeanor​ ​seemed​ ​to​ ​change,​ ​when​ ​the​ ​kitten​ ​would fidget​ ​Damian​ ​would​ ​pet​ ​it​ ​and​ ​whisper​ ​something​ ​in​ ​Arabic.​ ​She​ ​could​ ​feel​ ​the​ ​calmness​ ​radiating from​ ​the​ ​cat.​ ​Once​ ​they​ ​finished​ ​Dr.​ ​Croft​ ​left.  

"Would​ ​you​ ​like​ ​to​ ​feed​ ​him?"​ ​Annabella​ ​asked​ ​her​ ​brother​ ​as​ ​she​ ​prepared​ ​the​ ​bottle.  

"Sure."​ ​Damian​ ​replied​ ​as​ ​he​ ​adjusted​ ​the​ ​cat​ ​in​ ​his​ ​arms​ ​before​ ​taking​ ​the​ ​bottle.  

"So​ ​much​ ​for​ ​cheating​ ​for​ ​using​ ​my​ ​powers​ ​huh."​ ​Annabella​ ​smirked​ ​and​ ​Damian​ ​huffed.  

"I​ ​will​ ​admit​ ​you​ ​do​ ​seem​ ​to​ ​make​ ​things​ ​better​ ​when​ ​it​ ​comes​ ​to​ ​the​ ​well being​ ​of​ ​the​ ​animals.​ ​So what's​ ​going​ ​to​ ​happen​ ​to​ ​him​ ​now?”  

“Well​ ​we​ ​take​ ​him​ ​to​ ​the​ ​cat​ ​lounge.​ ​Help​ ​him​ ​hey​ ​use​ ​to​ ​the​ ​other​ ​cats​ ​and​ ​just​ ​wait​ ​to​ ​see​ ​if maybe​ ​he'll​ ​get​ ​adopted."​ ​Annabella​ ​explained,​ ​she​ ​notice​ ​Damian​ ​slightly​ ​pout.​ ​"Unless​ ​you​ ​help me​ ​convince​ ​dad​ ​to​ ​keep​ ​him.”  

“Why​ ​would​ ​we​ ​need​ ​to​ ​convince​ ​him?"​ ​Questioned​ ​Damian,​ ​Annabella​ ​bit​ ​her​ ​lip.  

"Well​ ​once​ ​we​ ​realized​ ​my​ ​powers​ ​I​ ​tended​ ​to​ ​attract​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​of​ ​animals​ ​to​ ​the​ ​manor.​ ​So​ ​now​ ​to have​ ​to​ ​ask​ ​before​ ​I​ ​bring​ ​animals​ ​in.​ ​But​ ​if​ ​we​ ​team​ ​up​ ​and​ ​pulled​ ​our​ ​best​ ​puppy​ ​dog​ ​face​ ​he might​ ​just​ ​say​ ​yes.”  

“What's​ ​a​ ​puppy​ ​dog​ ​face?”  

“You​ ​don't​ ​know​ ​what​ ​a​ ​puppy​ ​dog​ ​face​ ​is?”  

“I've​ ​never​ ​really​ ​ever​ ​had​ ​to​ ​beg​ ​for​ ​anything,​ ​and​ ​what​ ​are​ ​you​ ​doing​ ​with​ ​your​ ​face?”  

“This​ ​is​ ​my​ ​puppy​ ​dog​ ​face.​ ​You​ ​just​ ​have​ ​to​ ​pout​ ​make​ ​you​ ​eyes​ ​slightly​ ​watery​ ​and​ ​boom​ ​puppy dog​ ​face​ ​almost​ ​always​ ​guarantees​ ​you​ ​getting​ ​your​ ​way​ ​done.​ ​Try​ ​it.”  Damian​ ​gave​ ​her​ ​a​ ​skeptical​ ​look.  

“Come​ ​on​ ​just​ ​try​ ​it."​ ​Annabella​ ​encouraged,​ ​Damian​ ​sighed​ ​and​ ​tried​ ​to​ ​imitate​ ​her.​ ​

"Okay​ ​you got​ ​the​ ​pouting​ ​part​ ​right​ ​but​ ​try​ ​to​ ​soften​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​and​ ​try​ ​not​ ​to​ ​scrunch​ ​your​ ​eyebrows.​ ​Oh perfect!”  

“I​ ​feel​ ​ridiculous.”  

“Nonsense​ ​you​ ​look​ ​perfect​ ​trust​ ​me​ ​my​ ​little​ ​padawan​ ​it​ ​will​ ​work.”  

“Padawan?”  

“Please​ ​tell​ ​me​ ​you​ ​know​ ​what​ ​Star​ ​Wars​ ​is."​ ​Damian​ ​shook​ ​his​ ​head.​ 

​"Oh​ ​I​ ​am​ ​going​ ​to​ ​have​ ​so much​ ​fun​ ​catching​ ​you​ ​up​ ​on​ ​pop​ ​culture.​ ​Anyway​ ​we​ ​just​ ​have​ ​to​ ​fill​ ​out​ ​his​ ​registration​ ​papers and​ ​we​ ​can​ ​leave.”  Annabella​ ​pulled​ ​out​ ​some​ ​farms​ ​from​ ​a​ ​filing​ ​cabinet​ ​and​ ​began​ ​to​ ​fill​ ​them​ ​out.  

“So​ ​what​ ​do​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​name​ ​him?”  

“I​ ​was​ ​thinking​ ​Pennyworth.”  

“You​ ​want​ ​to​ ​name​ ​him​ ​after​ ​Alfred?”  

“Is​ ​that​ ​a​ ​problem?”  

“No​ ​not​ ​at​ ​all.​ ​Trust​ ​me​ ​it's​ ​refreshing​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​a​ ​name​ ​that​ ​isn't​ ​Captain​ ​McFluffykins​ ​or​ ​Admiral Meow.”  

“Do​ ​people​ ​really​ ​name​ ​their​ ​animals​ ​like​ ​that​ ​or​ ​are​ ​you​ ​joking?”  

“Nope​ ​totally​ ​serious.”  

“Kids​ ​are​ ​weird.”  

“Technically​ ​you​ ​are​ ​a​ ​kid.”  

“Pre-teen.”  

“Yeah​ ​whatever.​ ​Okay​ ​paperwork​ ​done​ ​let's​ ​go​ ​home."​ ​Annabella​ ​grabbed​ ​a​ ​small​ ​carrier​ ​and Damian​ ​helped​ ​put​ ​the​ ​sleeping​ ​kitten​ ​in.  

When​ ​they​ ​reached​ ​the​ ​car​ ​Annabella​ ​slipped​ ​the​ ​carrier​ ​in​ ​the​ ​backseat.​ ​She​ ​tossed​ ​her​ ​keys​ ​to Damian​ ​who​ ​quickly​ ​caught​ ​them.  

"You​ ​know​ ​your​ ​way​ ​back​ ​to​ ​the​ ​manor​ ​right​ ​dragon​ ​head?"​ ​Annabella​ ​asked.  

"I​ ​thought​ ​Father​ ​said​ ​I​ ​couldn't​ ​drive.”  

“I​ ​won't​ ​tell​ ​if​ ​you​ ​won't​ ​tell.​ ​But​ ​if​ ​we​ ​get​ ​pulled​ ​over​ ​your​ ​15​ ​and​ ​I'm​ ​teaching​ ​you​ ​how​ ​to​ ​drive.” Damian​ ​smirked.  

“Trust​ ​me​ ​we​ ​won't​ ​get​ ​pulled​ ​over."​ ​Damian​ ​quickly​ ​made​ ​his​ ​way​ ​to​ ​the​ ​driver's​ ​seat​ ​as Annabella​ ​slipped​ ​into​ ​the​ ​passenger​ ​seat.  

"Who​ ​knows​ ​maybe​ ​having​ ​a​ ​sister​ ​wouldn't​ ​be​ ​so​ ​bad​ ​after​ ​all."​ ​Said​ ​Damian​ ​as​ ​he​ ​stared​ ​the cat.  

"Oh​ ​we'll​ ​see​ ​about​ ​that."​ ​Annabella​ ​said​ ​with​ ​a​ ​chuckle,​ ​already​ ​thinking​ ​of​ ​the​ ​headache​ ​they​ ​are going​ ​to​ ​give​ ​their​ ​father.  

*three​ ​years​ ​later*  

Annabella​ ​groaned​ ​as​ ​she​ ​walked​ ​the​ ​halls​ ​of​ ​Watchtower.​ ​After​ ​two​ ​weeks​ ​the​ ​Justice​ ​League was​ ​finally​ ​able​ ​to​ ​defeat​ ​an​ ​alien​ ​race​ ​that​ ​threatened​ ​to​ ​invade.​ ​Now​ ​after​ ​a​ ​shower,​ ​getting checked​ ​at​ ​the​ ​med​ ​bay​ ​to​ ​get​ ​her​ ​broken​ ​arm​ ​in​ ​a​ ​cast,​ ​and​ ​slipping​ ​into​ ​a​ ​fresh​ ​clean​ ​suit​ ​all​ ​she wanted​ ​to​ ​do​ ​was​ ​just​ ​home​ ​and​ ​sleep​ ​for​ ​a​ ​month.​ ​She​ ​was​ ​walking​ ​down​ ​an​ ​empty​ ​hallway when​ ​she​ ​felt​ ​a​ ​strong​ ​pair​ ​of​ ​arms​ ​wrap​ ​around​ ​her​ ​waist​ ​and​ ​quickly​ ​yank​ ​her​ ​into​ ​a​ ​small​ ​broom closet.​ ​A​ ​soft​ ​blue​ ​glow​ ​came​ ​from​ ​behind​ ​her​ ​and​ ​she​ ​stroked​ ​her​ ​boyfriends​ ​tattooed​ ​that provided​ ​them​ ​light​ ​in​ ​the​ ​dark​ ​space.  

"Hello​ ​my​ ​love."​ ​Kaldur​ ​whispered​ ​as​ ​he​ ​pressed​ ​a​ ​small​ ​kiss​ ​to​ ​the​ ​base​ ​of​ ​her​ ​neck.  

"Hello​ ​cariño.​ ​I​ ​missed​ ​you."​ ​Annabella​ ​turned​ ​and​ ​gave​ ​him​ ​a​ ​sweet​ ​kiss.  

"Are​ ​you​ ​alright?"​ ​He​ ​asked​ ​as​ ​he​ ​noticed​ ​her​ ​arm.  

"Just​ ​a​ ​broken​ ​arm,​ ​couple​ ​of​ ​bruised​ ​ribs,​ ​and​ ​cuts​ ​and​ ​bruises​ ​just​ ​about​ ​everywhere​ ​but​ ​other than​ ​that​ ​I'm​ ​fine.​ ​Plus​ ​I​ ​heal​ ​fast​ ​so​ ​really​ ​no​ ​biggie."​ ​She​ ​shrugged,​ ​"what​ ​about​ ​you?”  

“A​ ​few​ ​new​ ​wounds​ ​here​ ​and​ ​there​ ​but​ ​I​ ​am​ ​fine​ ​as​ ​well."​ ​He​ ​replied,​ ​Annabella​ ​reached​ ​up​ ​and stroked​ ​his​ ​cheek​ ​and​ ​sighed​ ​as​ ​she​ ​gazed​ ​into​ ​his​ ​intense​ ​grey​ ​eyes.​ ​He​ ​held​ ​her​ ​hand​ ​and nuzzled​ ​into​ ​it​ ​kissing​ ​her​ ​palm.​ ​

"I​ ​do​ ​wish​ ​your​ ​family​ ​knew​ ​about​ ​us​ ​so​ ​we​ ​wouldn't​ ​have​ ​to​ ​hide like​ ​this.”  

“I​ ​know,​ ​I​ ​know​ ​and​ ​they​ ​will​ ​I​ ​promise​ ​as​ ​soon​ ​as​ ​we​ ​finishing​ ​cleaning​ ​up​ ​the​ ​damage​ ​that​ ​was cause​ ​we​ ​will​ ​tell​ ​them.​ ​And​ ​I​ ​hope​ ​Damian​ ​doesn't​ ​turn​ ​you​ ​into​ ​fresh​ ​sushi."​ ​Annabella​ ​smiled and​ ​Kaldur​ ​lightly​ ​chuckled.​ ​"Although​ ​I​ ​do​ ​have​ ​a​ ​family​ ​full​ ​of​ ​detectives​ ​I'm​ ​sure​ ​one​ ​of​ ​them​ ​is bound​ ​to​ ​know.”  

“Speaking​ ​of​ ​which​ ​long​ ​before​ ​they​ ​realize​ ​you​ ​are​ ​taking​ ​longer​ ​than​ ​usual​ ​to​ ​get​ ​to​ ​them?”  

“Maybe​ ​five​ ​more​ ​minutes?"​ ​It​ ​was​ ​more​ ​of​ ​a​ ​question​ ​than​ ​a​ ​statement.  

"Well​ ​in​ ​that​ ​case​ ​let's​ ​make​ ​the​ ​most​ ​of​ ​them."​ ​He​ ​said​ ​as​ ​he​ ​leaned​ ​down​ ​and​ ​kissed​ ​you​ ​with​ ​a passion​ ​that​ ​made​ ​her​ ​knees​ ​weak.  

He​ ​held​ ​her​ ​close,​ ​hands​ ​gripping​ ​her​ ​waist,​ ​almost​ ​as​ ​if​ ​he​ ​were​ ​afraid​ ​if​ ​he​ ​left​ ​go​ ​she​ ​would disappear.​ ​She​ ​wrapped​ ​her​ ​good​ ​hand​ ​behind​ ​his​ ​neck​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​make​ ​sure​ ​there​ ​was​ ​no​ ​space between​ ​them.​ ​Then​ ​suddenly​ ​the​ ​door​ ​flew​ ​open​ ​and​ ​someone​ ​cleared​ ​their​ ​throat.​ ​They​ ​both froze.​ ​Annabella​ ​slowly​ ​pulled​ ​away​ ​keeping​ ​her​ ​eyes​ ​closed.  

Please​ ​staff​ ​member,​ ​please​ ​be​ ​a​ ​staff​ ​member.  

She​ ​slowly​ ​opened​ ​her​ ​eyes​ ​and​ ​resisted​ ​the​ ​urge​ ​to​ ​groan.​ ​In​ ​a​ ​way​ ​she​ ​wished​ ​it​ ​was​ ​just​ ​her father.​ ​But​ ​apparently​ ​the​ ​universe​ ​did​ ​want​ ​that,​ ​because​ ​standing​ ​in​ ​front​ ​of​ ​them​ ​was​ ​her​ ​entire family.​ ​Dick​ ​and​ ​Tim​ ​looked​ ​amused,​ ​while​ ​Jason​ ​looked​ ​like​ ​he​ ​was​ ​debating​ ​which​ ​way​ ​he​ ​was going​ ​to​ ​murder​ ​Kaldur,​ ​Cass​ ​simply​ ​held​ ​her​ ​hand​ ​up​ ​while​ ​Barbara​ ​and​ ​Stephane​ ​handed​ ​her 20​ ​dollars,​ ​however​ ​Damian​ ​and​ ​Bruce​ ​both​ ​held​ ​blank​ ​expressions,​ ​which​ ​just​ ​made​ ​Annabella worry​ ​more.  

"Hey​ ​guys."​ ​She​ ​cringed​ ​at​ ​how​ ​high​ ​her​ ​voice​ ​sounded.  

"So​ ​you​ ​and​ ​Kaldur​ ​huh."​ ​Said​ ​Tim​ ​with​ ​a​ ​smirk​ ​that​ ​she​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​slap​ ​off.  

"Yup.”  

“How​ ​long?"​ ​Bruce​ ​spoke​ ​his​ ​voice​ ​sounding​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​rougher​ ​than​ ​usual.​ ​Annabella​ ​gulped.  

"Um​ ​five​ ​months."​ ​Again​ ​she​ ​cringed​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sound​ ​of​ ​her​ ​voice​ ​again.​ ​Damian​ ​huffed​ ​and​ ​stomped away.​ ​"Damian​ ​wait!”  

She​ ​ran​ ​after​ ​her​ ​brother​ ​leaving​ ​her​ ​poor​ ​boyfriend​ ​to​ ​fend​ ​off​ ​her​ ​family​ ​by​ ​himself.​ ​She​ ​looked around​ ​the​ ​main​ ​command​ ​center​ ​and​ ​cursed​ ​when​ ​she​ ​couldn't​ ​find​ ​him.​ ​She​ ​spotted​ ​Red Arrow.​ ​Or​ ​was​ ​it​ ​Arsenal​ ​now?​ ​Whatever​ ​these​ ​timelines​ ​were​ ​weird​ ​she​ ​quickly​ ​went​ ​up​ ​to​ ​him.  

“Ginger​ ​spice​ ​have​ ​you​ ​seen​ ​my​ ​brother?"​ ​She​ ​asked,​ ​the​ ​archer​ ​glared​ ​at​ ​her​ ​before​ ​answering.  

"I​ ​think​ ​I​ ​just​ ​saw​ ​him​ ​beam​ ​away."​ ​She​ ​let​ ​out​ ​a​ ​loud​ ​groan.  

"Did​ ​he​ ​find​ ​out​ ​about​ ​you​ ​and​ ​Kaldur?”  

“How​ ​did​ ​you…​ ​never​ ​mind​ ​later​ ​ginger​ ​spice!"​ ​She​ ​waved​ ​as​ ​she​ ​left.  

"You're​ ​not​ ​invited​ ​to​ ​karaoke​ ​night​ ​anymore!"​ ​He​ ​shouted.  

"That's​ ​what​ ​you​ ​guys​ ​always​ ​say!"​ ​She​ ​shouted​ ​back.  

She​ ​quickly​ ​put​ ​in​ ​the​ ​coordinates​ ​for​ ​the​ ​batcave​ ​and​ ​jumped​ ​on​ ​the​ ​platform​ ​to​ ​teleport.​ ​Once she​ ​was​ ​in​ ​the​ ​cave​ ​she​ ​raced​ ​upstairs​ ​and​ ​ran​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​manor.​ ​Once​ ​she​ ​was​ ​outside​ ​she made​ ​a​ ​beeline​ ​to​ ​one​ ​of​ ​the​ ​bigger​ ​trees​ ​where​ ​her​ ​tree​ ​house​ ​was.​ ​She​ ​leaned​ ​against​ ​the​ ​base of​ ​tree​ ​and​ ​huffed.​ ​Sitting​ ​there​ ​was​ ​Titus​ ​looking​ ​up​ ​at​ ​the​ ​tree​ ​house.  

Something​ ​is​ ​wrong​ ​with​ ​my​ ​human.  

"Yeah​ ​I​ ​know​ ​buddy.​ ​I'll​ ​talk​ ​to​ ​him."​ ​She​ ​said​ ​as​ ​she​ ​pet​ ​his​ ​head​ ​and​ ​looked​ ​up​ ​groaning.​ ​"I’m getting​ ​too​ ​old​ ​for​ ​this​ ​shit.”  

When​ ​she​ ​got​ ​up​ ​she​ ​poked​ ​her​ ​head​ ​in​ ​and​ ​saw​ ​Damian​ ​sitting​ ​on​ ​the​ ​small​ ​twin​ ​bed​ ​looking​ ​up at​ ​the​ ​stars​ ​through​ ​the​ ​open​ ​ceiling.​ ​Alfred​ ​was​ ​curled​ ​up​ ​at​ ​the​ ​foot​ ​of​ ​the​ ​bed.  

Miss​ ​Anna.​ ​He​ ​greeted,​ ​she​ ​smiled​ ​at​ ​the​ ​cat​ ​always​ ​finding​ ​it​ ​amusing​ ​how​ ​it​ ​picked​ ​up​ ​on Alfred's​ ​mannerism.​ ​

Petting​ ​his​ ​head​ ​as​ ​she​ ​passed​ ​him,​ ​she​ ​sat​ ​next​ ​to​ ​her​ ​brother.​ ​She​ ​waited as​ ​she​ ​looked​ ​up.  

“Why​ ​didn't​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​me?"​ ​He​ ​asked,​ ​she​ ​sighed.  

"We​ ​we're​ ​going​ ​to​ ​tell​ ​you​ ​guys​ ​sooner​ ​but​ ​then​ ​the​ ​invasion​ ​happened.​ ​We​ ​didn't​ ​mean​ ​to​ ​hide​ ​it for​ ​so​ ​long."​ ​She​ ​said​ ​as​ ​she​ ​leaned​ ​over​ ​and​ ​rested​ ​her​ ​head​ ​on​ ​his​ ​shoulder.  

"Did​ ​it​ ​really​ ​have​ ​to​ ​be​ ​fish​ ​brain?"​ ​He​ ​sneered,​ ​she​ ​sighed.  

"Damian…​ ​when​ ​you​ ​died.​ ​I​ ​didn't​ ​really​ ​handle​ ​it​ ​too​ ​well.​ ​If​ ​losing​ ​Jason​ ​and​ ​my​ ​grandmother broke​ ​me.​ ​Losing​ ​you​ ​it​ ​nearly​ ​killed​ ​me.​ ​And​ ​Kaldur​ ​he​ ​was​ ​the​ ​one​ ​to​ ​help​ ​me.​ ​And​ ​if​ ​it​ ​wasn’t for​ ​him​ ​I'm​ ​not​ ​really​ ​sure​ ​what​ ​you​ ​would've​ ​come​ ​back​ ​to.”  Damian​ ​wrapped​ ​his​ ​arms​ ​around​ ​his​ ​sister​ ​and​ ​held​ ​her​ ​close.​ ​She​ ​snuggled​ ​into​ ​his​ ​chest listening​ ​to​ ​his​ ​steady​ ​heartbeat​ ​to​ ​remind​ ​herself​ ​that​ ​he​ ​really​ ​was​ ​alive.  

“He​ ​makes​ ​you​ ​happy?”  

“Yes.”  He​ ​sighed​ ​and​ ​rubbed​ ​her​ ​shoulder. 

“Alright​ ​you​ ​guys​ ​can​ ​date.”  

“Really?”  

“Yes.”  

“Thank​ ​you."​ ​She​ ​smiled​ ​and​ ​hugged​ ​him.​ 

​"Come​ ​on​ ​dragon​ ​head​ ​let's​ ​go​ ​back​ ​inside​ ​I'm​ ​pretty sure​ ​everyone​ ​is​ ​waiting.”  

When​ ​they​ ​walked​ ​back​ ​into​ ​the​ ​manor​ ​sure​ ​enough​ ​everyone​ ​was​ ​standing​ ​around​ ​in​ ​the​ ​living room.​ ​Kaldur​ ​was​ ​sitting​ ​awkwardly​ ​on​ ​one​ ​of​ ​the​ ​sofas.  

“Alfred​ ​prepare​ ​some​ ​coffee​ ​it's​ ​going​ ​to​ ​be​ ​a​ ​long​ ​night."​ ​Said​ ​Damian​ ​as​ ​he​ ​took​ ​a​ ​seat​ ​in​ ​front of​ ​Kaldur.​ ​"Kaldur'ahm​ ​I​ ​am​ ​going​ ​to​ ​ask​ ​you​ ​a​ ​series​ ​of​ ​questions​ ​regarding​ ​my​ ​sister​ ​answer them​ ​correctly​ ​and​ ​you​ ​will​ ​proceed​ ​to​ ​complete​ ​an​ ​obstacle​ ​course.​ ​Then​ ​you​ ​will​ ​be​ ​allowed​ ​to be​ ​with​ ​my​ ​sister.”  

“Damian!​ ​Seriously!?​ ​You​ ​just​ ​told​ ​me​ ​we​ ​could​ ​date."​ ​Exclaimed​ ​Annabella.  

"That​ ​doesn't​ ​mean​ ​I​ ​can't​ ​test​ ​him."​ ​Said​ ​Damian.  

"Hey​ ​wait​ ​I​ ​want​ ​part​ ​of​ ​this​ ​interrogation."​ ​Said​ ​Jason​ ​as​ ​he​ ​took​ ​a​ ​seat.​ ​There​ ​was​ ​a​ ​chorus​ ​of me​ ​too's​ ​as​ ​everyone​ ​took​ ​seats.  

"Dad?"​ ​Annabella​ ​looked​ ​at​ ​her​ ​father​ ​silently​ ​pleading​ ​for​ ​him​ ​to​ ​stop​ ​this.​ ​But​ ​he​ ​simply​ ​smiled back.​ ​Oh​ ​no​ ​that's​ ​never​ ​good.  

"Damian​ ​you​ ​may​ ​begin."​ ​Said​ ​Bruce.  

Annabella​ ​groaned​ ​as​ ​she​ ​stood​ ​off​ ​to​ ​the​ ​side.​ ​Alfred​ ​coming​ ​up​ ​beside​ ​her.  

"They​ ​are​ ​quite​ ​the​ ​handful​ ​aren't​ ​they​ ​miss."​ ​Said​ ​Alfred​ ​and​ ​Annabella​ ​leaned​ ​against​ ​him.  

"Yes​ ​they​ ​are​ ​but​ ​honestly​ ​I​ ​wouldn't​ ​have​ ​it​ ​any​ ​other​ ​way."​ ​She​ ​sighed​ ​as​ ​she​ ​watched​ ​her family​ ​interrogate​ ​her​ ​boyfriend​ ​with​ ​a​ ​small​ ​smile​ ​on​ ​her​ ​face. 

Lemon's Mag Interview : GOT7 (Fiction) Part 2
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>LM:</b> Since no one is eager to answer this one [When was your first kiss?], let's start with the leader. JB?<p/><b>JB:</b> Uh, I think it would be better to start with the magnae.<p/><b>LM:</b> We started with the magnae last time. How about you take this one to make everyone braver.<p/><b>YJ:</b> Oh ho ho, Im Jaebuummm! She wants you to be the leader. Im leader.<p/><b>JB:</b> Wait, wait, wait. I don't want to answer.<p/><b>BB:</b> Come on, man!<p/><b>M:</b> JB, if you don't want to do it, I'll go first then you do it. Okay?<p/><b>JB:</b> Y-Yeah, let Mark go first.<p/><p/><b>LM:</b> That's sweet of you, Mark. Go ahead.<p/><b>M:</b> Mine was before I was a trainee back home in the US. I was...15? No, 14?<p/><b>YJ:</b> 헐! (trans: OMG!)<p/><b>J:</b> So young! He's American style. (laughs)</p><p/><b>JY:</b> Wait, how old was the girl?<p/><b>M:</b> Same.<p/><b>LM:</b> Wow. Is that typical of Americans, Mark?<p/><b>M:</b> I don't know. It's JB's turn now.<p/><b>LM:</b> Right. JB?<p/><b>JB:</b> I'm glad Mark went first. He makes me look pure. It was when I was 20.</p><p/><b>BB:</b> Eeeeeeyyy!!!<p/><b>JY:</b> Jaebum, that's not what you told me.<p/><b>JB:</b> I'll see you at the dorm later...<p/><b>LM:</b> Was that not the truth, JB?<p/><b>JB:</b> No, it was the truth. Jinyoung was just joking. Right, Jinyoung?<p/><b>JY:</b> I never lie.<p/><b>GOT7:</b> (laughs)<p/><b>YJ:</b> (sings Never Ever)</p><b>YG:</b> 'Life is acting.' (imitates Jinyoung's laugh)<p/><b>LM:</b> And you, Yugyeom? When was your first kiss, if you've had it yet?<p/><b>GOT7:</b> OOOOHH!<p/><b><b></b> YG:</b> WAAAH! (blushes) OK OK OK... when I was 15.<p/><b>LM:</b> Can you give us some details?<p/><p/><b>YG:</b> AAAH!<p/><b>M:</b> Oooh, Yugyeom... He was supposed to be pure and innocent!<p/><b>YG:</b> Shut up, Mark.<p/><b>JY:</b> Hey, focus. Yugyeom-ah, finish telling us about your kiss.<p/><p/><b>YG:</b> Why don't you tell us about yours?<p/><b>LM:</b> Excellent idea, Yugyeom. We need to move on and I'm curious about this one myself...<p/><b>JY:</b> I belong to our fans and I've kept myself pure for them.<p/><b>LM:</b> So you've never kissed anyone?<p/><b>JY:</b> I've kissed my members. BamBam used to kiss me on the cheek all the time when we were trainees.<p/><b>BB:</b> Jinyoung, why you always bring this up? Why are you like this?<p/><b>JY:</b> Why? Am I lying?<p/><b>LM:</b> Though I'm dying to hear that story, we have to give the other members a chance to tell theirs. How about you, Youngjae?<p/><b>YJ:</b> Me?<p/><b>LM:</b> Yes. First kiss?<p/><b>YJ:</b> Isn't this too personal?<p/><b>LM:</b> Everyone must answer. Just think of it as getting closer to your fans. They really want to know these things*.<p/><b>JB:</b> This is good. I don't even know this.<p/><b>YJ:</b> AH! My girlfriend in my first year of high school.<p/><b>YG:</b> Reeeally?! Wow.<p/><b>J:</b> 심쿵! [trans: heart attack (clutches chest and slides to the floor)]<p/><b>JY:</b> Teacher... (bows deeply to Youngjae)<p/><p/><b>JB:</b> He never talks about stuff like this.</p><b>YJ:</b> OK OK, someone else!<p/><b>LM:</b> Jackson, how about you? What's your story?<p/><b>J:</b> Me? Oh... It's painful because she broke my heart. She was my first love and I was faithful only to her but she cheated on me. I don't know if she'll read this. Anyway, I was 16.<p/><b>YG and BB:</b> Too serious...<p/></p><p/></p><p/><b>YJ:</b> All of a sudden...<p/><b>LM:</b> Wow, Jackson. It sounds like she left you with quite the impression.<p/><b>J:</b> Yes. She taught me a lot about love. It's okay because I learned and I've got all my baby birds, my members and my family. I'm always loved.<p/><b>LM:</b> That's beautiful. Since I can't find a segue from that, I'll just come right out and ask you about your first kiss BamBam. When was it?<p/></p><p/><b>BB:</b> A gentlemen never tells.<p/><b>J:</b> What does that make us? You're turning us into trash.<p/><b>BB:</b> No, it's not like that. (laughs)<p/><b>LM:</b> Then what is it like?<p/><b>BB:</b> To kiss me?<p/><b>GOT7:</b> (indistinct comments while hitting/pushing BamBam)<p/><b>LM:</b> Let's save that for another interview, shall we? We'll settle for when your first kiss was.<p/><b>BB:</b> When I was a trainee.<p/><b>GOT7:</b> WHAT?! WITH WHO?!<p/><b>BB:</b> She just said when. I don't have to tell you who.<p/><b>JB:</b> I'll see you at the dorm later too.<p/><b>LM:</b> I wish I could be there for that and I'm sure your fans wish they could too. Thank you anyway for answering guys. That wasn't so bad, right?<p/><b>GOT7:</b> (indistinct chattering and laughter)<p/><b>LM:</b> Well, believe it or not, there's a couple more questions. Are you ready?<p/><b>BB:</b> No. (laughs)<p/></p><p/><b></b> * Winning question selected from a poll in previous issue announcing impending GOT7 interview.<p/></p>

anonymous asked:

You've got some pushback on saying fans don't believe Sam and Cait's acting ability. Looks like you've stepped on some sensitive toes. I don't think fans are confusing their Outlander acting with real life. Are you saying they're acting off screen as well?

I don’t see any pushback. I see bloggers sharing their experiences in response to my opinion. I think, though, you may have misunderstood my point.

Fans consume what they see, digest it according to a unique set of life experiences, and then formulate a reaction. An opinion. Being human, and humans being social creatures, these fans then share those insights with other fans. For fun. Sometimes those insights line up, sometimes not. Unfortunately, human beings are sometimes so fucked up on a personal level from their unique life situations that they cannot handle the idea that someone else does not see a situation the way they do. They take personal offense because if you don’t think what they think that logically means that you with your different opinion are attacking them and their integrity. Feeling unfairly persecuted they react defensively and indiscriminately. Fucktarding. Just a handful of these fucktards can spoil and, for sure in this fandom, have spoiled the entire online experience for millions of fans and a once upon a time interactive and lighthearted cast and crew. Things are very different in this online fandom than they were not that long ago. Why do you guys think that is?

I posted that ask and answer as a way to maybe foster self reflection amongst the bloggers. It seems to be working so far. For whatever reason, Tumblr and TW fans became some sort of temperature gauge of the fandom at large. The cast and crew, curious to know what fans thought of their work, came lurking. Initially, it was a fun crowd. Fans doing fun things that fans in all fandoms do. Until some overly enthusiastic fans with good and harmless intentions (and some with bad and harmful ones) started crossing some lines and of course the fucktards started fucktarding hard because of it. Fanfic is harmless, even when it is about real people. The pornographic fanfic featuring Sam and Cait is crossing a line. Think of it this way. Are any of you in long term relationships ok with a stranger writing a story about you and your SO in which you demand that he lick his own semen off your leg after graphically detailed intercourse and then posting that online where all of your coworkers, family, and friends will read it? Don’t answer that question, only think about it. Put yourselves in their shoes. How would you feel?

I’m not picking on fanfic. I’m not pointing fingers. There are lots of things that have gone on in these past two years that were thoughtless, careless, disrespectful, and demeaning. It has dehumanized them allowing more and more fans to expect and demand without consideration or boundaries. They’ve pretty much stopped interacting with the fandom on SM and Tumblr is considered now to be a cesspool of deplorables. It’s obvious to me that we the SM fans, are in fact the problem. Intentionally or unintentionally, it is us.

I’m not saying this to be accusational or self righteous or admonish anyone. All fans are free to fan how they like and it’s not for me to say, but so many people seem to be scratching their heads lately wondering what happened so I thought perhaps I’d offer my perspective.

I mean how much louder do they all need to shout out: “Don’t Be A Dick” before the fandom finally realizes that they are shouting it at us?

RWBY RP Prompts
  • "Why can't you just swoon over your own weapon? Aren't you happy with it?"
  • "Are you.... robbing me?"
  • "Oh my god, you really exploded."
  • "I'm queen of the castle!"
  • "I still don't think that's what a sloth sounds like."
  • "For it is in passing that we achieve immortality."
  • "But why would I need friends if I have you?"
  • "There's no such thing as negative friends."
  • "Aren't you the guy who threw up?"
  • "Nailed it!"
  • "You came back!"
  • "Boop~!"
  • "I don't think sloths make a lot of noise."
  • "Do not hesitate to destroy everything in your path..."
  • "You're about to see a whole different side of me today."
  • "It's also a gun."
  • "Why hide who you are?"
  • "Can you imitate a sloth?"
  • "Off with their heads!"
  • "You're going on world-saving missions without us?!"
  • "You monsters!"
  • "Oh god, it's happening again!"
  • "I could've taken him."
  • "I'm hurt! Sad! Maybe a little hungry. That last one's not your fault..."
  • "I'm not trying to show off. I want you to know I can do this!"
  • "You called me friend! Am I really your friend?"
  • "I'm combat ready!"
  • "I don't have a lot of friends; but if I did, I'd want them to talk to me about things."
  • "That's why we're here! To make it better!"
  • "Great, the gang's all here. Now we can all die together!"
  • "Well that was a thing."
  • "Most people are born, but I was made."
  • "I don't need people to help me grow up. I drink milk."
  • "Banzai!"
  • "I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening."
  • "I wouldn't exactly call it a 'little' operation."
  • "You are not the brightest banana in the bunch, are ya kid?"
  • "Or we could ditch the beds... and replace them with bunk beds!"
  • "She's a hazard to my health!"
  • "You know, we really gotta stop meeting like this. People are gonna talk..."
  • "It's just that, you seem a little... NOT okay."
  • "YES! I love it when you're feisty!"
  • "Whoa, you can control poles..."
  • "I'm not the biggest fan of local law enforcement."
  • "I am not a crook."
  • "You just destroyed my favorite clothing store. Prepare to die."
  • "It is precisely this kind of ignorance that breeds violence!"
  • "Hey, we've got a plan! That's... moderately serious."
  • "Guess who's back?"
  • "Who's ready to fight for their lives?"
  • "Well the name's _______ Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue, ladies love it."
  • "Why must your answer to everything involve a triumphant display of military bravado!?"
  • "What a freak!"
  • "Learning is SO MUCH fun."
  • "I can't dance, man!"
  • "This is the part where you lose."
  • "Spare us the thought of you procreating."
  • "Justice will be swift! Justice will be painful! It will be DELICIOUS!"
  • "Oooh, look at me! My name's ______! I know facts! I'm rich!"
  • "You can't even stop me!"
  • "Let me try! You can trust me!"
  • "You think just because you've got nuts and bolts instead of squishy guts makes you any less real than me?"
  • "Okay, yeah, when you say it out loud, it sounds worse."
  • "Get back in the bag."
  • "Don't worry. Things will be better tomorrow."
  • "What are you doing?! Do you have any idea of the damage you could have caused?!"
  • "You were worth every cent, truly you were."
  • "We'll break his legs!"
  • "Weren't you in a cult or something?"
  • "You really want to start making things up to me?"
  • "By no means does this make us friends."
  • "I can always be a farmer or something."
  • "You hardly look the part."
  • "Do you always break the law without giving a second thought?"
  • "I will seriously pay you to shut up."
  • "This is turning out just like the divorce!"
  • "I can see why your father would want to protect such a delicate flower!"
  • "Always sunshine and rainbows with you."
  • "Now, I'll be the first to admit, humans... are the worst."
  • "You can't sleep, you hardly eat, and to be honest, your grades have been suffering."
  • "If you don't get a date to the dance, I'll wear a dress."
  • "If I don't get doilies, you don't get fog machines."
  • "I see you're hiding at the punch bowl as well."
  • "Hey man, do you have a wireless password?"
  • "You may be fast, but you still excel at wasting time!"
  • "All you've been so far is a nuisance!"
  • "It's a combat skirt!"
  • "The innocent never run."
  • "I hate this game of emotions we play."
  • "I have a legacy of honor to uphold."
KIM NAMJOON SMUT: DADDY KINK
  • today was the day that i was supposed to see my daddy but, or course, he rescheduled again. he is always doing this, and i miss him! so tonight i am just going to stay home and probably binge watch 13 reasons why and get in my feelings.
  • -time skip-
  • later on that night i hear a knock at my door. it is like, what 1: 00 in the morning, what is anyone doing here!? i look through the peep hole and see my daddy, namjoon. i smile and let him in.
  • "what are you doing here? i thought you said you needed to do something else?" i said with a confused look.
  • "well, i got done early." he said with a smile, i could now see his pearly white teeth on display.
  • he the slams me against the door that i had just closed. he kissed me and licks my bottom lip, i decide to tease him and not allow entrance. he does not like this because, as he has said before, daddy is in control and i should do everything he says or i get punished. he grabs my butt and it shocks me so my mouth opens, he takes this as his opportunity to sneak his tongue into my wet cavern. we fight for dominance even though i already know he has won. he then taps my thigh and i take it as my signal to jump. he catches my small figure and i slide my arms around his neck. his hands are placed under my butt keeping me steady as he holds me against him and the door.
  • "baby girl don't think i am not going to punish you for that earlier. " he huskily whispers into my ear after he breaks out of the kiss.
  • "punish me, daddy. " i say back with a small smile
  • on my face.
  • he then takes me to my bedroom and lays me on my bed. i tug at the bottom of his shirt silently asking him to take it off. he obeys and slips off the layer of clothing. i rub my hands on his toned chest and lower until my hands hit the top of his pants. he slides off my shirt and skillfully takes off my bra. the piece of clothing going to the other side of the room in a pile with the other shirt. he moves on to my neck and finds my sweet spot fast, from past experiences. i let out a small moan,
  • "is that all you've got for me tonight, baby?" he asked me with lust evident in his eyes.
  • in return to this i let out a hearty moan as he slips his hands inside my panties. he rubs my core, and slides one finger into me. i moan and curl my toes.
  • "nam-daddy!" i say realizing my mistake half way through when he stopped moving. he tsks me
  • "i have told you many times," he leans closer to my core, "that's not my name. " he says as he takes off my shorts and my underwear.
  • he slips one more finger into the mix and pumps. i moan louder than i have because he starts sucking on my heat.
  • "daddy, i am going to cum!" i say panting from all the pleasure i was receiving.
  • "not yet, sweatheart." he says then quickly slips his fingers out and takes off his pants before slamming into me.
  • he lets out a sexy moan while looking into my eyes.
  • "f-faster" i manage to yell out in pure satisfaction.
  • he replies by going sickingly slow. i cry out with a moan and i drag my nails down his back.
  • "d-daddy, please!" i say grabbing the sheets.
  • "as you wish. " then as soon as he spoke that he pounded into me as fast as he could. me and him both were a moaning mess.
  • "i'm going to cum, daddy!"
  • "let it out. " he says that and it is like all the pressure has been taken and i am in pure bliss.
  • he pulls out his token and cums on my stomach. he gets up and gets a kleenex while i am laying on the bed still shook from the previous event. he cleans me up then lays beside me.
  • "told you i would make it up to you, baby girl. " he says and kisses my forehead
  • "i love you daddy." i say looking up at him.
  • "i love you too"
  • -END-
  • your welcome you little dirty army's 😉

anonymous asked:

So I just found you because of the manscaping fic (that was so funny, good job), and I looked and holy shit you've written so much and I don't know why I haven't heard of you. Where should I start first?

Oh my gosh, anon, THANK YOU! Wow, this is such a lovely thing to read! (A lot of what I’ve written has been for different challenges!)

I think what to read of mine depends on what sort of mood you’re in.

Keep reading

pomrania  asked:

What's the dumbest thing you've done that you're willing to talk about, didn't have real consequences, and nobody else got hurt? For me, it would be "sliding down a banister while wearing a heavy backpack". A lot of painful friction in sensitive areas; bad idea, don't do that.

Okay, disclaimer first:

ahem:NEVER EVER DO THIS GUYS FOR REAL THIS IS DANGEROUS

Okay, here we go.
So I’m in college, no idea what year. Probably senior? Senior year was the year I stopped caring what people thought of me and I did some strange stuff that year, so I wouldn’t be terrible surprised. Anyway, it was a Friday and my classes had finished early, like noonish, so I decided to drive the 40 or so minutes home to surprise my mom, gramma, and little sister and see if they wanted to go out for lunch with me.

Now, we have cats. At the time it was just Rowdy and Ducky, the other three didn’t turn up until about a year and a half ago, but there were other strays that my gramma fed. Because of the heat and occasional storms, we kept the garage door up a little bit. This was half so that the garage could air out and half so the cats had a place to go in case of bad weather or larger animals.
So the day I drove home to visit the fam, the garage door was up about a foot, give or take.

Okay…so…y'know how when a kid does something really inadvisable and you’re like “What were you thinking?!” And the kid is like “??!!???” ? This is like that. I have no rational excuse or explanation for this.

I looked at the front door, looked the garage door, and the little part of me that thrives on caffeine and bad ideas whispered, I could fit under there.

SECOND DISCLAIMER: DO NOT DO THIS. THIS WAS A VERY VERY STUPID THING FOR ME TO DO.

So I ignored my common sense, which was kicking up some vague red flags, threw my purse into the garage, and shimmied under the door after it. I felt very proud of myself for getting into the house in an unconventional way. If this truly was senior year, as I suspect, then this is the year I lived on raw spinach, black tea, three or four hours of sleep, vitamins and desperation. My judgment was suspect to say the least.

Anyway, I strolled into the house like “I’m hooo-oooome!”
And my mom was like “Oh, I didn’t hear the front door.”
And so I told her how I got in. And she went pale.

So I got a talk about how dangerous that was and how I could’ve been seriously injured if not outright killed and how I definitely needed to never do that again.
The worst part is that I knew it was dangerous in the back of my mind; my dad had showed me what happened to an empty milk jug that got caught under the door when I was little. But for some reason I was thinking it was only dangerous if the door was moving.

So yeah. Never did that again. And that is the story of – by far – the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. The Bobcat Story comes in close behind though. In the top five for sure.

anonymous asked:

Hi hi! How are you my dearest GCFB?? Santa here! Hope you've had a nice weekend!! I have a few questions for you!!! 1. Do you prefer action, angst, fluff, or smut for a fic? 2. Are there any popular tropes or fanons for Han and Leia that everyone loves but you disagree with or don't like? 3. What's your favorite moment in the films between Han and Leia? 4. Are there any moments in the films between them you wish had been written differently or elaborated on?? 😊✌🏻

And I have some questions for you. Most pressingly: Are you a witch? (https://graciecatfamilyband.tumblr.com/post/163277873534/graciecatfamilyband-sitting-over-here-like)

1. Hmmm. Well, I love all of those things!!!!, except really action. Action can be well-done of course, but I’m really interested in the characters, their emotions, their interactions, etc. so action can SERVE those things very well but it can also sometimes draw away the focus. Although most of the writers I read use it to bring into relief something important about the characters, because Han/Leia people tend to be character-driven! (Someone- I think the inimitable @corellian-smuggler ?- told their Secret Santa essentially the same thing within the last week, that they/she didn’t really care what was in the fic as much as that the characters were well-done and the focus, and I am shamelessly plagiarizing them/her.) Sometimes I skim through parts of Ord Mantell fics for this reason.

Fun fact though: Before I started writing, I thought I would be an angst/smut writer, but I haven’t written any of that yet (not really- was that Bail/Han thing angst?))! (Some angst may be on the way soon??? Maybe???) I also struggle to categorize fic in that way, and possibly over-estimate the amount of angst in my own fics.(Or maybe I’m under-estimating it?! Who knows?!) I also like things that don’t fit neatly into boxes????

So what I’m saying is: I must like smut, fluff, and angst AND I never know what’s good for me, and should neither be asked nor listened to. 🤔#rambling

2. Oooooh, this is always the million credit question, isn’t it?!?! 

I don’t like it when Han is presented as “falling in love” with or being insanely attracted to Leia in A New Hope. Like there’s a spark there, and I think it kind of needles at Han a little because it’s not what he’s there for/has time for/is interested in, but he’s seen prettier women in his life who are far more likely to be interested in him, he’s not looking for love, Leia’s not looking for casual sex with him, the whole thing is irrelevant.  (Kudos to @otterandterrier for helping me really solidify this trend in my mind with her own ramblings about it.) I think the first chapter of greyathena’s Journey of a Thousand Miles does a good job with the sexual tension between them during this time, that’s very mild and present and not out-of-control or like filling Han with thoughts about how flooringly attractive Leia is, etc. 

I read these fics and some are among my favorites, but I don’t like Leia having been sexually assaulted on the Death Star. I think it could have happened, but I think Leia would have had a lot harder time dealing with being rescued by two strange men than we see her have (she’s very touchy, and I don’t just mean verbally reactive!). I also think *sometimes* authors use it in like a cheap attempt to “up” Leia’s trauma. I think the losing-a-planet and mind-rape/torture at the hands of Vader is more than enough. Sometimes the sexual assault feels like “piling” on the trauma just for the sake of it or because somehow a woman’s trauma isn’t valid unless it’s also explicitly sexual. (The flipside of that last point is that of course, in war and in regular life, women’s trauma is often MADE explicitly sexual as a specific tactic, and I do see the value in writing Leia as a survivor of something many of us readers/writers have experienced and that many female POWs have experienced.) But its Not My Headcanon.

And finally (because this post can’t actually go on forever), the Han as Leia’s Sexually Experienced Teacher. I don’t have a solid headcanon about Leia’s prior sexual experience and in no way mind her being portrayed as a virgin, but I dislike it when this makes Leia into a schoolgirl who knows nothing and/or who only has a sense of how male sexuality works without regard to her own pleasure and needs to be taught to value her own pleasure. I tend to be very skeptical of fics in which Han gives Leia her first orgasm, though again there are exceptions. And again I want to emphasize that there are MANY authors who write Leia as sexually-inexperienced WITHOUT falling into this trope, and I love and treasure them. <3 <3 <3

3. Honestly, I love Han and Leia in the trash compactor. The sniping, the working together, the trying to save Luke, Han trying to get Leia up on the garbage so she’ll get squashed last, the hug that’s completely friendly and triumphant but somehow feels… like a moment. But not A Moment. 

Also every single Han/Leia moment of ESB, honestly. 

Han being super affectionate but also trying to play it cool, both with that cheek-kiss in ESB and when Leia is on his arm, etc. in ROTJ.

When Han swallows his pride and says sorry, even though he’s jealous of Luke, in ROTJ.

When Han says he won’t get in the way in ROTJ.

The final ROTJ hug.

Basically, all the Han and the Leia. :P 

4. I’m sure there are. But I can’t think of any at the time, and realistically, the post is long enough.

I am having a good weekend, and I hope your weekend has been AMAZING and full of ideas you like and confidence in your ability to write !!!!!!!! 😘

Jacob Teaches Newt Pick Up Lines
  • Newt: Are you sure this is going to work?
  • Jacob: Absolutely positive, you can do it! (Y/N) will definitely notice your feelings for her!
  • Newt: Okay then...
  • 1st Try
  • (Y/N): Let's go look for more beasts!
  • Newt: If you're looking for a fantastic beast, I know where to find one.
  • (Y/N): Of course silly, there are so many amazing creatures in your case! Good title idea for your book too by the way!
  • 2nd Try
  • (Y/N): Newt, did you lose something?
  • Newt: *on all fours*
  • Newt: Are you by any chance a Niffler? Because you've stolen my precious heart of gold.
  • Tina: Are you blind? Does she look like that crazy creature of yours? (Y/N), you should take that as an insult.
  • (Y/N): They are simply adorable though...
  • 3rd Try
  • (Y/N): I'm tired, I'm going to bed.
  • Newt: Can I Slytherin?
  • (Y/N): I thought you were Hufflepuff and proud...
  • Queenie: What's a Hufflepuff?
  • 4th Try
  • Newt: Are you a Bowtruckle?
  • (Y/N): Nope, last time I checked. Why?
  • Newt: Because you've managed to pick the lock on my heart.
  • Jacob: Hearts don't have locks genius, even I know that.
  • Newt:
  • Jacob: Oh yeah...oops
  • 5th Try
  • Newt: If you were a Dementor, I'd become a criminal just to get your kiss.
  • Queenie: I knew he was a criminal!
  • Tina: Queenie, I already took him in, his case is clean and clear.
  • (Y/N): Actually, his leather case is a little dirty.
  • Newt: You won't be complaining when I get you all dirty.
  • (Y/N): Sorry, I'll feed the Dung Beetles this time. I'll stop complaining now.
  • 6th Try
  • (Y/N): Is it me or is it a little dark in here?
  • Newt: You don't need to cast Lumos Maxima to turn me on.
  • *accidentally casts spell*
  • (Y/N): That's the perfect amount of light! Thanks Newt!
  • 7th Try
  • Newt: I must need Occlumency, because I can't get you out of my thoughts.
  • Tina: Hmm, good idea we should all learn it so Queenie doesn't constantly barge into our minds like they're her own.
  • 8th Try
  • Jacob: (Y/N), can you pass me that rolling pin that's all the way over there on that far table?
  • (Y/N): Of course! Accio!
  • Newt: You don't need to say Accio to make me come.
  • (Y/N): Of course not silly, this charm doesn't usually work on humans.
  • 9th Try
  • (Y/N): Quidditch is the best game ever.
  • Newt: What position do you play?
  • (Y/N): Chaser.
  • Newt: Me too! But you're a chaser? I was sure you were a keeper.
  • (Y/N): Nah, I couldn't save a goal if my life depended on it.
  • Later...
  • Newt: I give up
Raw and Honest Marriage Reflection Conversation with M
  • Me: I'm working on myself and would love to hear if you notice anything.
  • M: Am I missing something you're wanting me to notice?
  • Me: No, not that I know offhandedly.
  • M: I feel like I failed a test lol.
  • Me: I have been working on changing how I view things so that my approach could be better. Would be better. A little cognitive behavior therapy on myself. Thoughts become actions and actions become thoughts. So I'm working on both.
  • M: Awesome.
  • Me: For example like at the park when my friend left and I stayed there with Jumping Bean. I? was on edge watching for any man to enter the area but I stayed and played with him the entire time. And than how I responded to the bullies. I pretty much completely ignored them after immediately dismissing them. Normally I would have gotten right back into their face when they got into mine.
  • M: I'm proud for how you handled those girls babe. And you are totally on the right track. You are having a positive outlook more often than not and you aren't letting the little things bother you as much.
  • Me: I want to do better. For myself, our son, and you too.
  • M: And that's the right order to do things.
  • Me: I'll continue to work on it and improve. I have noticed some personal differences in myself but I don't think they are apparent yet.
  • M: Like what?
  • Me: Honestly? I'm not sure if I should say it. I don't want to hurt you. Do you still want to know?
  • M: Well now I have to know.
  • Me: Honestly, I don't feel like I'm walking on eggshells.
  • M: What do you mean by that?
  • Me: I felt like I was constantly getting scolded by you for the smallest infractions. As if I was a small child getting spoken down to.
  • M: Could you give me an example?
  • Me: If I would say something slightly in disagreement with you you would speak down to me until I backed up. Essentially telling me I'm wrong every time I spoke or did something. I realized just how much that conditioning effected me and how much I didn't say or do something because I didn't want to be looked down at nor spoken down to by you. It made me feel like I could never tell you anything. You would even say a comment or give me a look while my friends were over and I would immediately shut down until you left again.
  • M: I had no idea. I love you babe you shouldn't have to feel that way around me. Glad I left then.
  • Me: I love you so much babe. And I always wanted to make you happy and proud but in the process I've given up and lost a lot of myself and never truly realized how much. How ingrained it had become. I like like none of my passions mattered. For a small example was when I shared something a friend had said, and you gave me that look and said something like "Why would they say that? My friends and I never would," in that tone of voice that just made me disappear. A tone of voice that made me feel as if I was a total disappointment to you. When all that I had shared was that several of my new friends found me attractive, my new friends whom you know are open and honest about who they are attracted to while still being extremely respectable and not going near the boundaries.
  • M: I'm sorry my love. Something else for me to work on while I'm here.
  • Me: It's been years upon years of it. I realized that I go dead silent or worse agree with you when you'd say something that I was not okay with at all that anyone else I'd confront them immediately about. It's all things that all of my friends have been telling me for years but I never understood what they truly meant when they told me until a bit after you left for this training.
  • "You're not yourself around him."
  • "You seem different."
  • "Are you okay? Are you sick?"
  • Are some of the things I've been told.
  • M: So then ... Do you want to try to work this out once I get home or ... ?
  • Me: Absolutely yes love. I knew I was more reserved around you than anyone else but it never hit me just how different I had allowed myself to become for you, for our relationship. I love you so much babe and I always have. I don't want to lose you. I didn't want to hurt you at all.
  • M: I'm not hurt and don't worry about hurting me. It's the truth and it needed to be said. And now that I know we can focus on that.
  • Me: I knew it was an issue and had tried to tell you in the past multiple times but it took a few weeks apart to realize how much. Does me ever telling you something along the lines of my throat closing up when I try to tell you soemthing or my voice getting choked up ring a bell?
  • M: Yes.
  • Me: Or me trying to tell you something and looking away and fidgeting while I tried to tell you something bring up any memories? During each and every of those moments you were employing the scolding voice and/or look. So often that even when you were not yet I knew it was only a matter of time. I was being scolded and punished for any and all infrastructures I felt. You would withhold love and affection and give me the silent treatment too for my infrastructures. For hours at a time. You've sent me to bed too, banished me rather.
  • M: Okay, that one I don't really remember, but I get your point. I have been an abusive shit of a boyfriend/husband. And I'll work on it and pay more attention to you and what you need.
  • Me: I don't think you're a shit, not purposefully, but I do think things were getting toxic between us on both sides. I love you so much babe and I don't want to lose you. I do NOT want us to break up. I want to be with you if we can fix our relationship. I desperately want to work this out babe.
  • M: Let's do it then.
  • Me: How do we? How do we find ourselves and each other again? How do we fix this?
  • M: Be yourself and do your thing while I am here doing my thing. We come back together as each other. Possibly get couples counseling when we get to our next location after my training is finished.
  • Me: What if you hate me? You already told me in November if you met me today as I am as the man that you are today you wouldn't be interested in me. It already broke my heart when you told me that.
  • M: I can assure you that I don't hate you. And we are different people now than we were then. The best advice Dad ever gave me was that love changes because people change. You will love differently because you are different. But it's still love. I still love you babe.
  • Me: Still loving me has never been a question but you were acting and essentially said that you didn't like the person I am today. I've been reserved and holding myself in check for you. I can only imagine how much you'd be against the real me.
  • M: I'm sorry that it came across that way. I love you and only you.
  • Me: I've long ago learned that I've never been monogamous with love. It may be five or more years between loving another, but it is there always.
  • M: And we will work with that.
  • Me: Is this something that will destroy you? Destroy us?
  • M: Can't give an answer to that unknown. Honestly. But I want to be with you.
  • Me: I guess it boils down to one of us will have to give something up. Neither of us has control over our hearts. I know it has been a point of tension in our entire relationship. I tried to be mono for you for many years, but about halfway through your our relationship after you returned from deployment I couldn't do it anymore no matter how hard I tried. Since than our relationship has been open since we opened it, but I remained reserved for you, for us. Nobody else was worth my time and effort to get to know other than Kitten while we dated her and when I met and formed a strong connection with Red Stag during which I've developed emotions for him and him for me. I've fallen hard for him.
  • M: We will do better love. I don't want to lose you, nor you lose yourself.
THIS. SPEECH. THOUGH.
  • Doctor: What is it that you actually want?
  • Bonnie: War.
  • Doctor: Ah, right. And when this war is over, when you have a homeland free from humans, what do you think it's going to be like? Have you thought about it? Have you given it any consideration? Because you're so close to getting what you want. What's it going to be like? Paint me a picture. Will you live in houses? Will you go to work? Will there be holidays? Oooh! Will there be music? Do you think people will be allowed to play violins? Who's going to make the violins? Well? Oh, you don't actually know, do you? Because like very other tantruming child in history, Bonnie, you don't actually know what you want. So let me ask you a question about this brave new world of yours. When you've killed all of the bad guys and when it's all perfect and just and fair. When you have finally got it exactly the way you want it... what are you going to do with the people like you? The troublemakers. How are you going to protect your glorious revolution from the next one?
  • Bonnie: We'll win.
  • Doctor: Oh, will you? Well, maybe you will win. But nobody lives for long. The wheel just keeps turning. So, come on, break the cycle.
  • Bonnie: Why are you still talking?
  • Doctor: Because I want to get you to see, and I'm almost there.
  • Bonnie: Do you know what I see, Doctor? A box. A box with everything I need. A fifty percent chance.
  • Kate: For us, too.
  • Doctor: And we're off! Fingers on buzzers. Are ya feeling lucky? Ready to play the game? Who's going to be quickest? Who's going to be luckiest?
  • Kate: This is not a game!
  • Doctor: No! It's not a game, sweetheart, and I mean that quite sincerely.
  • Bonnie: Why are you doing this?
  • Kate: Yes, I'd quite like to know that too. You set this up. Why?
  • Doctor: Because it's not a game, Kate! This is a scale model of war. Every war every fought, right there in front of you! Because it's always the same. When you fire that first shot, no matter how right you feel, you have no idea who's going to die. You don't know whose children are going to scream and burn, how many hearts will be broken, how many lives shattered, how much blood will spill until everybody does what they're always going to have to do from the very beginning: sit down and talk! Listen to me, listen. I just want you to think. Do you know what thinking is? It's just a fancy word for changing your mind.
  • Bonnie: I will not change my mind.
  • Doctor: Then you will die stupid. Alternatively, you could step away from that box. You could walk right out of that door and you could stand your revolution down.
  • Bonnie: No. I'm not stopping this, Doctor. I've started this, I will not stop it. Do you think they'll let me go after what I've done?
  • Doctor: You're all the same, you screaming kids, you know that? Look at me, I'm unforgivable. Well here's the unforeseeable: I forgive you! After all you've done. I forgive you.
Garrett and Marian Banters - Mark of the Assassin
  • Fenris: Manservant...
  • Isabela: Aw, Fenris got his feelings hurt
  • Tallis: It's just a cover
  • Fenris: I'd like to cover him with six feet
  • Marian: Seems a bit excessive. Where are you planning on getting all these extra feet? I'm not donating mine to the cause. Or are you hiding more on you, aside from the two attached to your legs?
  • Fenris: It seems that the last six years have not dulled your absurdity, Marian
  • ---
  • Marian: Remind me why we're /looking/ for the big scaly things that can kill us?
  • Garrett: You wanted to impress a cute elf
  • Tallis: You think I'm cute?
  • Fenris: *smugly* Unless you have suddenly taken to referring to yourself as 'he' and 'him', then I am afraid you are out of luck on that front
  • Garrett: They were /her/ words, not mine
  • Marian: What, she /is/ cute!
  • ---
  • Tallis: I told her not to touch it! What part of that didn't she understand?!
  • Garrett: You clearly don't know my sister. With her 'don't touch anything' means 'touch everything'
  • Tallis: But that makes no sense!
  • Garrett: You didn't grow up with her
  • ---
  • Tallis: So are you married?
  • Marian: Are you talking to me? Really?
  • Tallis: Well, it's just- You're the Champion of Kirkwall, or one of them anyway. Big. Important. I don't know... just wondering if there was a wife behind the throne?
  • Marian: *laughs uncontrollably* As if I'd be able to stand through the ceremony long enough!
  • Tallis: So the stories are true
  • Marian: Come on, I thought everyone and their grandma knew I have the attention span of a nug!
  • Tallis: I meant that you snort when you giggle
  • Isabela: Ooh, you got caught out Birdie!
  • Marian: Blast, my darkest secret revealed!
  • Garrett: That's nothing. When we were children, she used to- Hmph!
  • Marian: And that's enough out of you, little brother
  • ---
  • Tallis: So... you and Marian are together?
  • Isabela: Yep
  • Tallis: But you have no interest in marrying her?
  • Isabela: Why would I? I don't need a piece of paper to prove anything, and I hate being tied down
  • Tallis: And her flirting with me doesn't bother you? At all?
  • Isabela: So long as you ask nicely and promise not to steal her away, I'll share. There's a lot of Birdie to go around
  • Marian: Love ya Queenie
  • Isabela: *laughs* I love you too Birdie
  • ---
  • Marian and Garrett: What?
  • Tallis: You really are twins, aren't you?
  • Garrett: Is that why you were staring?
  • Marian: But we're identical in every way!
  • Isabela: Might want to look down Birdie, I think you've lost your beard
  • Marian: Blast, not again
  • Garrett: You can borrow mine if you like
  • Marian: What, and get Fenris cooties all over my face? No thanks
  • ---
  • Isabela: I heard something interesting the other night. About Castillion
  • Marian: You have pretty eyes
  • Isabela: Don't even try that on me Birdie. What did you and Fenris do?
  • Fenris: We did nothing. It was a complete accident
  • Marian: He ran into my knife
  • Isabela: Birdie, you didn't!
  • Fenris: *smugly* He ran into her knife ten times
  • ---
  • Marian: You've done something with your hair. It looks... different
  • Isabela: What? My hair always looks like this
  • Marian: No, it's usually sleeker... Straighter... Is that how it naturally looks?
  • Isabela: Ugh, Andraste's granny pants...
  • Marian: It looks gorgeous. You should leave it like that more often
  • Isabela: ...You think so?
  • Marian: Absolutely Queenie. I mean it
  • Isabela: Oh stop you, before I feel grateful enough to drag you into the bushes for some private time
  • ---
  • Tallis: So are /you/ married?
  • Garrett: Are you trying to see if I snort when I laugh too?
  • Tallis: *laughs* Damn he saw right through me. But... in all seriousness you /are/ one of the most important people in Kirkwall. Just curious
  • Garrett: Well, I'm not. Though I might have someone in mind
  • Tallis: So why are you not-?
  • Garrett: The situation in Kirkwall is precarious. There'll be time enough for that later, just... not now
  • ---
  • Tallis: So, you and Garrett?
  • Fenris: Must you poke your nose where it does not belong?
  • Tallis: I'm just curious
  • Fenris: Take your curiosity elsewhere. Our affairs are not yours
  • ---
  • Garrett: How do you stand it?
  • Marian: By putting it on its legs
  • Garrett: *groans* Not the table, I meant these parties. I just- ugh, how could you possibly enjoy it?
  • Marian: How could I enjoy fine clothes, free food and all the gossip in Thedas? How could you not?
  • Garrett: The free food is nice, I suppose
  • ---
  • Marian: Don't turn around
  • Garrett: Fifi De Launcet?
  • Marian: Dulci actually. She looks like she's itching to come here and complain about something. Maybe because you didn't shave?
  • Garrett: Ugh
  • ---
  • Marian: Ah wine, excellent. I need to be even more plastered than I thought before this is over
  • Garrett: Is there a reason you're taking /my/ wine glass?
  • Marian: Mine had an unfortunate encounter with Lady Thrennhold's dress. Took a mind of its own when she implied that someone needed to fix your 'unkempt appearance'
  • Garrett: What's unkempt about it?
  • Marian: Your hair mostly. Particularly the hair on your face
  • Garrett: We can't all compete with Duke Prosper over who has the most impressive facial hair
  • ---
  • Garrett: Avoid that Comte if you can; the old one sitting on that bench over there. He was saying some... rather unpleasant things earlier
  • Marian: Like what?
  • Garrett: Nothing too awful, but...
  • Marian: Gary...
  • Garrett: He was complaining about your... sense of humour
  • Marian: What's wrong with it?
  • Garrett: You really need to ask? Don't worry. I took care of it
  • Marian: What did you-?
  • Garrett: You'll see when he tries standing up
  • ---
  • Marian: I can't believe you
  • Garrett: Hm?
  • Marian: All these years, and I thought you had no sense of humour
  • Garrett: Ah, the Comte is having a little trouble with his breeches is he?
  • Marian: *laughs* The guards had to hold candles under the bench for a good ten minutes until the ice thawed. And the whole time he complained about the state of his privates. Seriously Gary, that was downright diabolical
  • Garrett: Anything for my big sister
  • ---
  • Marian: *sniggers* Knickers
  • Garrett: Making friends?
  • Marian: I already know most of the people here, but I only just wormed the knickers story out of Fifi de Launcet. Meanwhile, you seem to be acquainting yourself with the buffet
  • Garrett: It's one of the most interesting guests here that doesn't question our choices in lovers. But I did see someone interesting. Do you remember Sister Leliana?
  • Marian: From the Lothering Chantry, the one Carver fancied? Why are you...? /No/
  • Garrett: Just over there, in the pink dress. I almost didn't recognise her, but I'm sure it's the same Leliana
  • Marian: I didn't realise Chantry sisters attended high society parties
  • Garrett: What's more is that Tallis seemed to know her
  • Marian: I get the feeling that this is something we should keep our noses out of for once
  • Garrett: Agreed
  • ---
  • Marian: Leopold is going to be a wyvern with a very unhappy tummy
  • Garrett: Once you're done messing with the wyvern's lunch, can we move on before the cook realises you lied to her?
  • ---
  • Tallis: You know what you're doing. Who trained you?
  • Marian: My mother, believe it or not. Apparently you learn a few things about stealth when you sneak out to meet your apostate lover on a regular basis
  • Garrett: Wait, /mother/ taught you how to do this? Since when?
  • Marian: You had your training, I had mine
  • ---
  • Marian: *sigh* Why is it always the cute ones?
  • Isabela: Didn't you know? It's in the job description for being the backstabbing rogue
  • Marian: Well that explains a few things
  • ---
  • Garrett: More of these things?
  • Marian: You be careful brother dearest, else I'll think you're missing the Orlesians
  • Garrett: I think I'll take the nasty little gremlins thanks
  • Fenris: Is there a difference?
  • Isabela: *giggles* Ghast-hole
  • ---
  • Garrett: I get the feeling you wanting to help Tallis has less to do with protecting innocents and more to do with getting in her pants
  • Marian: *indignant gasp* How could you say such a thing? Do you really think I would be so selfish as to-?
  • Garrett: Yes
  • Isabela: Yes
  • Fenris: Yes
  • Marian: ...well okay maybe a little
  • Garrett: And you're okay with this Isabela?
  • Isabela: What? It's not like she didn't ask me first. Birdie might be a horny little shit, but she always makes sure I'm okay with it before she goes chasing after anyone
  • Marian: We do this thing called 'communicating.' You know, the thing you and Fenris recently learned how to do
  • Isabela: Only took you three years of blue balls to manage it
  • Garrett: Bela!
  • ---
  • Fenris: When you were speaking with Tallis about marriage... You said you had someone in mind
  • Garrett: I did
  • Fenris: And might I ask...?
  • Garrett: *sigh* Of course I meant you Fenris, why would I ever even entertain the idea of anyone else?
  • Fenris: ...Do you mean that? You would wish for us to marry?
  • Garrett: Yes, but only if that's what you want
  • Fenris: I ah... I merely thought that-
  • Garrett: Fenris, if I wasn't completely serious about us, about being with you, do you think I would have waited for three years?
  • Fenris: You make an excellent point. Perhaps we shall discuss it further later... Away from present company
  • Marian: Oh please don't stop on our account
  • Isabela: Keep going, I need to write this down. Varric will be green with envy that he missed /this/
  • Tallis: As romantic as this is, and as nice as the warm fuzzy feelings are, we do have to stop Salit. Like, right now