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In the grey summer garden I shall find you With day-break and the morning hills behind you. There will be rain-wet roses; stir of wings; And down the wood a thrush that wakes and sings. Not from the past you’ll come, but from that deep Where beauty murmurs to the soul asleep: And I shall know the sense of life re-born From dreams into the mystery of morn Where gloom and brightness meet. And standing there Till that calm song is done, at last we’ll share The league-spread, quiring symphonies that are Joy in the world, and peace, and dawn’s one star.
You know Crowley has something up his sleeve to unmask Thrush. You weren’t anticipating the way how he would remove your mask though.
Crowley takes you hostage in a new way. He sends Batman on a wild goose chase in a bar, then renders you and Robin unconscious. The king of hell has one of his minions pick up your limp form (setting off the car alarm as they do so), leaving Robin alone in the batmobile. Batman walks out of the bar a bit drunk… the bartender spiked his non-alcoholic beverage. Batman notices that you’re missing and basically breaks down. “They got Thrush…” He slurs hitting the steering wheel multiple times. When the police come they notice Batman’s drunken state. “They took Thrush… I need to find her.”
“Give me the keys Batman.” One of the officers states. “You’re not fit to drive.” Batman just nods and removes the keys from the ignition switch and hands them over to the police officer.
When you come around you notice that you’re in the outfit you were in the day you last saw Sam and Dean. Your super suit, utility belt and mask is over to the side. You also realise you’re not tied to a chair, which is a first.
“Hello Thrush” Crowley says walking into the room. “Or should I say Y/N Winchester?”
“Congratulations Crowley, you discovered who is under the mask of Thrush.” You sarcastically retort standing up and walking around the room. “Are you going to tell all of Gotham that the girl under Thrush’s mask is a nobody with the name (First name) (Middle name) Winchester?”
“You’re not a nobody.” You spin on your heel and look at the king of hell in surprise. Before you can ask, Crowley continues his thought. “You’re a pain in my ass.” You sigh and sit back down and put your head in your hands.
“How long did it take you to figure my identity out?”
“Not long. I had a hunch it was you when you introduced yourself. You confirmed it when you started fighting… you have a unique fighting style darling.”
“Oh do you mean, being able to get someone on their knees in seconds?”
“I still don’t understand how a girl like you, Y/N, can be related to dumb and dumber.”
“Don’t talk about my family like that…” You run a hand through your hair. “If you just wanted to talk to me… why’d you kidnap me?”
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-Batcave, no one’s POV-
“It’s been two days Batman… and we still don’t have a lead on Thrush.” Robin says sitting down in one of the few chairs in the batcave.
“It doesn’t make any sense…” Batman says scratching his chin. “Wouldn’t it have been easier to kidnap the both of you to get at me?”
“Wait a minute, that person Crowley… he knows Thrush, and she did mention the fact that she has two older brothers.” Robin then snaps his fingers. “What if this Crowley somehow figured out Thrush’s actual identity then decided to use her as bait for her brothers.”
“Robin you might be onto something.”
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-Warehouse, outside of Gotham. Your POV-
You had five minutes of freedom before Crowley got tired of you and rendered you unconscious.
Small cuts and brises now line your arms, just because the king of hell got bored- he also said something along the lines of ‘I promised your brothers that I would help find you… however they didn’t say you had to be in one piece.’ When Crowley turns his back on you, you cut the ropes holding you down with your pocket knife. It’s a bit hard since your hands are tied behind your back, but you manage. You shakily stand up, right as Crowley turns around. “What are you doing?” He asks roughly grabbing your arm, causing you to wince.
“Let me go Crowley please!” You plead.
“Now why would I do that, darling?” He asks tightening his grip on your arm. You try to pry your arm free but you end up injuring yourself more.
“Let go of her arm or I’ll blast yours off!” A quirky, almost cartoonish voice says behind you. Crowley lets go of your arm in surprise, you create a bit of a gap between you and Crowley. You then see three women glaring at the king of hell. The woman who spoke has red and black hair in pigtails. Her outfit is one that Dean would have your hide if he caught you wearing anything like that- crop top and short shorts (like her hair, her outfit is also black and red).
“Who are you?” Crowley coldly asks.
“People you don’t want to mess with.” One of the other women walk over to you and removes her hood.
“Salina?” You ask in shock. Salina is one of the few people that knows Batman’s, Robin’s and Thrush’s real identities.
“You okay Y/N?” She replies, when she notices you cradling your arm.
“I don’t know… my arm is either sprained or broken.”
“It’s okay, we’ll patch you up.” Salina’s eyes dart over your injuries. “Where’s your suit?”
“Over there.” You say pointing just behind Crowley. “I’m not that desperate to get it, I do have a spare.”
“Here I’ll get it.” The red head in a green leotard replies. She then manipulates a nearby plant to grab your suit. When the plant holds it out to you, you take it in surprise.
“Thanks…?” You say in a questioning tone. Salina then glares at Crowley.
“If you lay a finger on Y/N ever again, Harley over there is allowed to shoot you.” The woman in the red and black outfit waves, tipping you off that she’s Harley.
“Now, baby face.” Harley says looking at Crowley. “You let us take the girlie, and we promise not to hurt ya.”
“Why should I listen to some filthy, pathetic girls who like to play dress up?” Crowley retorts. Salina smirks, eyes watching the king of hell. She’s watching him like a cat watches a mouse.
“You’re just itching to be shot… or soaked with holy water, your pick.” You offhandedly comment.
“I could say the same to you, Winchester.”
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Salina introduces you to her two teammates. Harley Quinn, originally a psychologist that worked at the Arkham Asylum; and Poison Ivy, originally a botanist but she turned into a science experiment and now can manipulate plants.
“Nice to meet you both… I’m Y/N Winchester.” You say.
“You also happen to be Thrush aren’t you.” Poison Ivy points out. “I recognised the costume.”
“Yes… I’m Thrush, please don’t tell anyone.” You beg with puppy dog eyes.
“Don’t worry Girlie.” Harley replies with a singsong tone of voice. “Your secret is safe with us.”
After you’re patched up, Salina takes you back to Wayne manor. “Welcome home Miss Y/N.” Alfred says when he sees you.
“Thank you Alfred.” You reply. “Where’s Bruce and Dick?”
“The Bat cave I believe.”
“I better go pay them a visit.” You get to Bruce’s study before Aunt Harriet catches you. Aunt Harriet isn’t a bad person, just a tad annoying. You take the elevator instead of the poles.
“Where is Thrush, when you need her?” Robin complains. Batman only shrugs in response.
“Have you tried looking over your shoulder Robin?” You ask in response. Both Batman and Robin jump in surprise.
“You’re okay.” Batman says looking relieved. “How’d you get away?”
“Our feline friend, Catwoman, helped me escape.” You answer. “Also the person who took me was Crowley, and he has taken me hostage before.”
“This has happened before?” Robin questions, eyes watching you full of confusion.
“Yeah, long story.” You reply rubbing the nape of your neck. “Anyways, what happened while I was gone?”
“Equally long story, you tell us about your history with Crowley and we’ll explain what happened.”
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-Sam POV, Impala-
Dean drums his fingers against the steering wheel with the beat to the music. The two of us are headed to this city in New Jersey called Gotham.
“Think we’ll run into Y/N in Gotham?” I ask.
“I don’t know if we will or not… but we can hope.” Dean replies.
Once we get to Gotham, I notice a girl that looks almost exactly like Y/N. I doubt it’s her though. It could just be a snobby rich kid that looks like my kid sister.
I look again, and she turns to me. A look of surprise crosses the girl’s face. I sigh and return my gaze to the road. Whoever that girl is, she’s not Y/N… at least that is what it seems.
“You okay Sammy?” Dean asks pulling me from my thoughts.
“Yeah, just thinking of Y/N.” I reply. My brother nods in response.
“You were staring out the window for awhile. What were you looking at?”
“Nothing I was just staring out into space.” Dean doesn’t look convinced but he drops the subject for the moment. The two of us sit in silence for the rest of the drive, until we get to the hotel.
While we’re getting checked in, I notice that the news is on the TV in the lobby. “Once again the citizens of Gotham can sleep soundly knowing that Batman is around.” The news anchor says.
Dean places a hand on my shoulder. Pulling my eyes away from the screen. “You’ve been a bit spacey since we got here. You alright?” He asks. I tell him off saying I’m fine.
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I need some air, as well as answers. I tell Dean that I’m going to go grab something to eat. My brother then throws the car keys at me, which I catch with ease. I then head outside. I choose to walk instead of drive, mainly because the hotel is about a five minute walk from a nearby grocery store.
I get this feeling that I’m being followed, I slowly turn around reaching behind my back for my gun. I then hear a soft thud on the ground then footsteps. A girl, about Y/N’s age, in a black superhero costume, a utility belt around her waist and a (favorite color) cape moving in the breeze behind her, walks over to me. “The streets of Gotham aren’t safe at night.” The girl says. “What brings you out here at this hour?”
“I could ask you the same thing. Who are you anyways and why were you following me?” I retort.
“I go by Thrush. As for why I’m out here at this hour of the night, I’m currently on patrol… I wasn’t following you like a stalker. I was following you to make sure you get to your destination.” Thrush looks at me for a moment. Disbelief in her (eye color) eyes. “Now who are you?”
“Sam.” A soft smile creeps onto Thrush’s face. “When you said that you’re on patrol, what’d you mean?”
“See that symbol in the sky?” She asks gesturing to a bat symbol. I nod in response, a little confused. “That is the bat signal, it pretty much means Gotham City needs Batman, Robin and me.”
“What if Gotham needs Batman during the day?”
“The police typically call us if we’re needed during the day.” Thrush says with a shrug.
When I get back to the hotel, Dean asks me what took me so long. “I ran into Thrush… I have no idea why Crowley told us that Y/N is Thrush.” I reply.
“What do you mean Sammy?” Dean asks.
“The girl that goes by Thrush is not our kid sister. She is a completely different person.”
“Well that is underwhelming.”
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-The streets of Gotham, Your POV-
You’ve never liked lying to your brothers, but Crowley already figured out your identity and you didn’t want Sam to know who is under the mask of Thrush.
You head to the randevu point where Robin is already waiting. “Hey Robin.” You say.
“Hey Thrush, have you seen Batman yet?” You shake your head.
“I did run into my brother Sam… I didn’t say anything about me being well my secret identity.” Robin laughs lightheartedly. He also lightly punches you on the arm. “Did you find anything Batman?” You ask when Batman gets to the randevu point.
“No… did you two?” Batman replies.
“Nothing.” Robin replies.
“Besides finding out that my older brothers are on town, I didn’t find anything either.” You add in. Batman nods slightly.
“Let’s get back to the bat cave.”
“No argument there.” With that you, Batman and Robin head back to the bat cave calling it a night.
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fish of the elasmobranchii subclass (a shark or ray)
rotted dogfish or small shark’s head
generally sharp-tasting dish of several ingredients grated and pounded together
silphion “laserwort”, apparently a kind of giant fennel
a kind of crab, shrimp, or crayfish
honey poured down
wrasse (or thrush)
a kind of sea fish or blackbird as topping
roasted head of dabchick
hare, which could be a kind of bird or a kind of sea hare
new wine boiled down
wing and/or fin
now you know two things, a ridiculously long word and a new recipe.