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Mchanzo week-Day 2- Canon Divergence

Back at it again with the Robin Hood/Prince of Thieves Au. Now with actual costume designs! this is honestly my favorite au for these two.

The Batboys as Disney Princes

Dick: Flynn Rider  (flirty, hawt, charming, nice butt, sarcastic, has almost died several times, orphan, has a thing for a certain hair color, gets made fun of for his name, sneaky, hides feelings with humor)

Jason: Aladdin  (street rat, doesn’t listen to authority, protects kids, good at stealing things, witty, wore a vest, wound up hanging with rich people, feminist, strange friends) 

Tim: Eric  (pretty blue eyes, pure, isn’t fazed by weird stuff, heroic, my fave, always rich, depressed sometimes, has a British butler, doesn’t do what he’s told) 

Duke: Kristoff  (sarcastic, doesn’t get rich people, orphan, loner, has issues with authority, a realist, adopted by a super weird family, doesn’t know what’s going on most of the time) 

Damian: Beast  (cuddly, will fight everyone, no friends besides maybe two people, lonely, scary smiles, rude child, not a people person) 

TRINITY #13
Written by ROB WILLIAMS Art by V KEN MARION
Cover by DAVID FINCH Variant cover by BILL SIENKIEWICZ

“DARK DESTINY” part two! The Pandora Pits’ origins reveal themselves to Circe and Ra’s al Ghul as John Constantine and the mystical trinity work with Batman, Superman and Wonder Woman to host a superpowered exorcism on Red Hood, Artemis and Bizarro.
On sale SEPTEMBER 20 • 32 pg, FC, $3.99 US • RATED T

Princess of Themyscira: Part 5

AN: I’m just going to put this right here… .try not to hate me too much …

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four


    Often, your days on Themyscira were filled with training; both mental and physical. You could often be found running with your sisters, or practicing with your bow. When you were resting, reading, you could be found up in a tree; letting the breeze dance across your skin.

           In the three years since you’d come to Themyscira, you’d grown out of your awkwardness and into an Amazon Princess. You were strong, and you could fight. More often than not you were praised for your grace. Which is why, when you fall out of a tree while reading, and pop your arm out of its’ socket you’re more than a little embarrassed.

           Artemis teases you about it for days. Even worse, you’re forbidden from any physical combat. Instead you spend time playing strategy games with Io. Still, the sound of swords clashing calls your name. Io reads you like a book. With a smile, she begins packing up the game, before you walk to the stadium together.

           The rest of your friends are already there, you sit in the center of the group and listen to the conversation as you watch the fight. They only gain your full attention when they start talking about you, “She’s only been down for a few days and she’s already itching to get back in the ring.”

           You smirk at Artemis, “Enjoy your break while you can, I’ll be kicking your butt again soon enough.”

           Your sister smirks back, “The little princess has gotten cocky.”

           “I learned from the best.”

           There’s laughter, before a voice cuts through, “I would agree.”

           Your sister’s bow their heads as your grandmother approaches. Io makes room for her to sit next to you, and she takes your hand in hers, “You are your mother’s daughter, my little moon and stars.”

           You smile, “And my grandmother’s granddaughter.”

           She laughs, “Also very true.” She pauses, “I see the longing in your eyes, your desire to be on that field, so I am proud of you for listening to the physician’s orders of rest.”

           You smile, “I doubt I could take anyone with a bum shoulder any way.”

           Calyce smiles, “She’s too modest our queen. She has very quickly become one of the best.”

           Your group sits in silence for several minutes before the sound of a horn hits your ears. As a group, your heads turn towards the beach. You see anger in your grandmother’s eyes as she orders you, “Return to the palace.”

           Before you can ask what’s going on, they’re running. You watch as they grab their weapons and race towards the shores of the island, your grandmother leading the charge. You watch them go without a word, knowing better than to question her when she uses that tone.

           You slowly make your way back to the palace, hoping for some news or some idea of what’s going on. Instead, the palace guards find you and escort you to your room. You scowl as you close the door, and race to the window.

           You do your best to see something over the trees, when you feel someone’s breath hit the back of your neck. Spinning you throw a punch with your bad arm and immediately regret it. You wince as you meet sparkling eyes.

           Your own go wide, and your mouth opens and closes several times, before his name comes out of your mouth, “Bart?”

           He smiles and says, “Hey there Pretty Bird.”

           You smile as you throw your arms around him in a hug. His arms wrap around you, before he picks you up off the ground and swings you around. You can’t help but smile.

           Pulling back, you ask, “What are you doing here? My family, are they here too? What happened with the war?”

           He pulls you in for another hug, “Let me enjoy the moment for a second Pretty Bird. It’s been three years.”

           You smile and hug him again, before pulling him over to the bed. You watch as Bart’s eyes dart around the room, “It’s a lot different from your room at Wayne Manor. Remember that time your mom caught us making out on your bed?”

         You grin at the memory. Bart had been your first boyfriend, but before that he had been your best friend. For some reason the two of you had always clicked.

         “This is a different place, and I doubt my sisters will be any happier to see you than my mother was.”

         He grins, “You sound like your mom.”

         You shrug and sit on the bed, “It’s a way of life around here.”

The two of you sit in silence for several minutes before you ask again, “What happened to my family, Bart?”

           He’s silent, but he continues to hold your hand, “It’s funny, I keep thinking that if I let go of you, you’re going to disappear. Like you’re not really here. I missed you Pretty Bird.”

           You squeeze his hand, “I missed you too Bart, but I need to know.”

           He sighs, “Let me start by saying that the war is over, and we won … at a price. We’ve lost most of the league, and half of the team … including your mother.” You don’t realize that tears are streaming from your eyes until Bart reaches up and wipes them away. “The first major attack took out most of the League. Your mom led the charge, and it was a long and dirty fight. Lots of blood, and just horrible. I still have nightmares about it. We lost your mom, my grandpa, several lanterns, Green Arrow, and a lot more. But it provided the turning point we needed.”

           Bart’s grip on your hand tightens and he says, “The next major strike bought our victory, but it cost us even more. We lost Artemis, Conner, and L’agann.”

           You swallow before asking, “What about my brothers.”

           He smiles, “They’re alive, but at a cost.” You nod and he continues, “Dick is alive, but he’s not himself. He’s serious all the time and he rarely leaves the cave. Tim is paralyzed from the waist down thanks to a shrapnel attack. Jason is okay, blind in one eye, but he’s still Jason. No one’s seen Damian since the whole thing ended though.”

           Your voice is husky, “When was that?”

           “A year and a half ago. We’ve been swamped with cleanup and rebuilding. No one knew how to find you, until your parent’s lawyer contacted Alfred. You mom left behind instructions, and a will among other things.”

           You nod several times, trying to absorb the information, Bart places a hand on your shoulder, gaining your attention, “She left some stuff to you. Important stuff.”

           Slowly you ask, “What important stuff?”

           He shrugs, “Not sure, Alfred has it.”

           “And where is Alfred?”

           “Currently?”   

           “Bart.” You warn.

           “On the beach with what remains of the team and league.”

            You groan, before pulling him to his feet, “Let’s go.” He knows better than to argue, as he picks you up and carries you to the beach. It feels like old times as you watch your surrounding zoom by. It really reminds you of old times when Bart trips on the sand and sends you flying.

           You land with a crash, hitting your bad arm as you go. You grind your teeth to keep from screaming, as you push yourself to your feet. You’re very aware of just how quiet things are, as you stand and turn to face the two major factions of your life.

           Your eyes scan both crowds, before they land on someone you never thought you’d see again. He’s standing near the shoreline, his dress shoes scuffed with sand, and looking far too out of place in his suit.

           Still you can’t help but smile as you race for him. You can feel your sisters’ eyes on you as you throw your arms around the man you think of as a grandfather. His arms return the hug immediately. “Oh Ms Y/N it is so good to see you.”

           You take in his scent of mint and cigars and smile, “I missed you so much Alfred.”

           “And I you.”

           The clearing of a throat has you turning to stare at Jason. He’s dressed in his red hood gear, minus the helmet. He looks older, and the white of his blind eye is a clear indicator to what the war had done. Then he smiles and years seem to melt away as you throw yourself into his arms.

           He squeezes you tight before lifting you up and swinging you around, “I missed you something fierce squirt.”

           “I missed you too Jaybird.”

           He smiles, and let’s go before turning you to face someone new, and says, “He missed you too.”

           You stand in shock for several minutes. You’d never seen anyone other than your father in the suit, and Dick …well Dick looks so much like him in that moment that it hurts. He doesn’t open his arms to you, and that’s your first sign that something is wrong.

           Slowly, you make your way to him, before stopping right in front of him. You raise your hands to either side of the cowl, and he grips your wrists to stop you. Softly you say, “You were never meant to be him Dick. You don’t belong in the dark, you belong in a spotlight. You don’t have to be him.”

           Slowly, his fingers loosen, and you peel back the cowl. His face is the same, but his hair is a bit shaggy. You brush it out of his face and stare into his eyes. You see it there. He’s so tired of losing people, and in so much pain that it nearly overwhelms you. You pull him in for a hug, and slowly he reciprocates. His forehead leans against your shoulder and you feel the tears drip onto your skin.

           When he starts crying, you do too, because both your lives are different. You’ve both lost some of the people dearest to you. Your world has changed, and as much as you may wish, there’s no way to change things back.

Princess of Themyscira: Part 4

AN:This chapter came fairly easy, I love how it turned out.

Words: 1813

Part One, Part Two, Part Three


The only thoughts on your mind as you climb the steps up towards your grandmother’s palace are ones of sleep. Your body aches, your spirit is sore, and to be completely honest, you feel a bit hollow inside. All you want is to collapse on your bed and sleep. Of course, life isn’t that easy.

    At the top of the stairs, you find your grandmother and your sisters waiting for you. You’re a bit surprised. Usually, by this time, they’ve drunk themselves into a stupor, having told each and every one of your mother’s battle stories. The hangovers typically last for days, and you’re usually the one to hold back your sisters’ hair in the morning.

    You say nothing as you take a seat at the top of the stairs, and turn to face the horizon. The sun is just beginning to rise, and no one seems inclined to say anything, so you sit in silence until Io finally asks, “What was she like?”

    You turn towards your sister and stare. You’d heard the stories, how Io had been madly in love with your mother, and how she had cried for days when she had been officially banished. After a moment you say, “You knew her longer, shouldn’t you know?”

    Artemis’s hand lands roughly on your shoulder, “We knew Diana, Princess of Themyscira. Warrior of the Amazons. We did not know Diana, mother of Y/N, Warrior of Man’s World.”

    You bite on your lip, “You don’t want to hear what I have to say.”

    “And why not?” Euboea asks.

    “Because it involves Man’s World. It involves my brothers. It involves my father, and however much love you have for my mother, and for me, you have just as much resentment for them.”

    “Have we ever shown this resentment? Said bad things?” Hellene asks.

    Your answer is swift and unforgiving, “Yes.” You can see the shock on the faces of your friends, of your grandmother, and from the rest of my sisters. “It didn’t take you long to accept me, despite being hesitant at first. But I remember the hushed whispers in those early days, what you all would say when you thought I wasn’t around.”
    You swallow thickly, “You hate my father for having taken my mother away, but if you knew my mother as you claim, then you would know that no one could make her do anything. And to understand who my mother became when she left here, you’d first have to understand my family. And that starts with my father. And to be honest, I don’t know if it’s a story you’re going to like.”

    There’s several long minutes of silence before Io finally says, “Diana was our sister. We wish to know her. You come from her, if you say we need to start with your sire, then that is where we shall start.”

    You take a shaky breath before nodding once, “Well, to start, he wasn’t my sire. He was my father, and whatever your misgivings toward men are, he was a good man. He was born into wealth, to a loving mother and father. My grandmother, his mother, wanted a child desperately and it took several miscarriages before she was able to have my father. But he was her world. And my grandfather, Thomas, was a doctor. He turned away from corporate America to help people. To try and relate to those less fortunate than him.

    “They were murdered in front of my father when he was eight. That one moment defined the rest of his life. He was left in the care of the family’s butler, Alfred.” You smile at the name, and pause for a moment as the memory of the older man takes center stage in your memory.

    “Alfred was amazing. Managed to raise my dad, and my brothers and even helped raise me. He and mom got along so well. He took care of cleaning and cooking, and everything, and anytime one of us had a problem we would go to him.”

    You pause to wipe away a tear, before continuing, “As my father grew up, he became obsessed with vengeance.”

“Of course.” Artemis’s voice is sure, understanding, as she says, “If any of us were in the same position we would do the same.”

You smile, “Except he didn’t.” You receive puzzled looks before saying, “He found the man who murdered his parents, only to find out he’d been hired to do the job. He had a gun in his hand, he could have killed the man but decided against it. Decided that he wouldn’t become the very thing his parents had tried so hard to fight.

“He went on a journey across the world. Trained under hundreds of masters in escape and martial arts. He was gone for nearly eight years, and when he returned, he took on the persona of Batman. He donned a mask and a cape, and worked to protect the city he loved. That’s how he met my brothers.

“Dick, Jason, and Tim all came to him in different ways. Each had their own journey with him, but they all were of the same mentality. To protect. It’s the same way he met Mom. The Justice League was formed out of need, not desire. Some Earth shattering crisis, where Mom first appeared. She thought dad was too broody. She worked so hard to get him out of his shell.

“The thing that did it was her almost dying. She took a hit for him. It would have killed him, but it only wounded her. Unlike most of the League, Dad didn’t have any powers. He was extremely smart, cunning, and a master of fighting. But he wasn’t invulnerable.

“Tim said that he never left her side after that. He refused to even eat until she woke up. And her first words to him were, ‘Your rules be damned, Bruce Wayne. I love you, and no matter how hard you push me away, I’ll fight even harder to get close.’ Jason said he just gave up after that.

“Dick said they became one of the most sappy couples ever after that. Only at home though. When they were in uniform they were all business. At least that’s what they claim. Dick said that a lot changed when he let Mom in. She didn’t let him isolate himself, or deny his feelings. She forced him to admit stuff, to become more open.

“My father, who apparently had a hard time admitting he cared, finally admitted that his number one fear was to lose those important to him; my brothers and my mother.”

You pause again to swipe at the tears running down your face. “I remember coming home from a night out with my brothers to find them dancing in the kitchen. We watched them for an hour. He was singing to her. Mom was the only one who could convince him to sing. He had such a pretty voice. He would have given her the sun and the stars if she had let him.

“My brother Damian came after they had been together for about two years. When my father had been traveling he met a woman named Talia. She was a smart woman. A strict woman. And a hell of a fighter. Unbeknownst to my father, a night together had created Damian.

“Damian resented Mom at first. Said there were months of snipes back and forth but my mother never backed away or coddled him. Any smart alec remark was met with one of equal standing until something happened that nobody would talk about. All I know is that Talia never came around again, and my parents were given full parental rights. I came about two years after that.”

“And?” Calyce asks.

You smile, “We were happy. We were a family. I grew up with four older brothers who meant the world to me. Who I could go to. My father wouldn’t go out on patrol without reading me a story before he left. Damian taught me fighting basics to defend myself. The others tried to coddle me too much, he said. But neither Mom nor Dad wanted me to join the family business.

“They wanted me to have a normal life, and I did. Or at least as normal as it can be in that situation. I grew up with the other league kids. I had chores and dance class. We had family trips and family dinners. Mom would tell me stories about her childhood. Dick taught me how to tumble, and Jason would taught me how to ride a bike. I’d spend hours playing video games with Tim. He made me my first cup of coffee for exams. Alfred nearly blew a gasket. Mom just took pictures.

“On weekends Mom would take me horseback riding, and we would race. My favorites memories are the ones of all of us together. Birthdays, galas, movie weekends. But my favorite is one of my mom and dad dancing.

“There was always something going on in the world. Some crisis, but I remember thinking I had never seen two people so at peace in that moment. I had never seen two people so in love. He used to call her ‘princess.’ And it wasn’t some in some condescending way either, it’s because that’s what she was, and she deserved that respect.”  

You take a deep breath, “My dad died about three months before I came here. It sent Mom into a rage. She destroyed that incoming fleet. Despite his own resolve not to kill he never tried to persuade her otherwise. He knew she did what she thought was best, that it was a last resort.

“What she did to that fleet though, it was pure vengeance. They had taken the love of her life away, and she was going to kill them for it. She became a different person after that. She was very withdrawn, and when the invasion got worse, they decided as a family that I needed to be saved.

“Alfred drugged me. Slipped something into the coffee Tim had made. They were all there as my eyes closed. They all told me how much they loved me. When I woke up, my mother was carrying me on the beach here. She’d packed a trunk with things she said were important. Put the key around my neck, and well… you know the rest.”  

This time, you let the tears come, you allow yourself to sob as you say, “She wasn’t so different from the woman you tell stories about.”

Artemis’s arms surround you, and she pulls you close, “She was very different, little one. She was a mother, not only to you but to your brothers. She was a wife. She was in love. She was a warrior.”

You swallow thickly, “She was Wonder Woman.”

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Alan Rickman as Harry “Love Actually”, Alex Hughes “Snow Cake”, Franz Anton Mesmer “Mesmer”, Colonel Brandon “Sense and Sensibility”, Sheriff of Nottingham “Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves”, The Interrogator “Closet Land”, P.L. O'Hara “An Awfully Big Adventure”, David Weinberg “Dark Harbor”, Judge Turpin “Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street”
 

Princess of Themyscira: Part 8

Prompt: When the world is invaded and your world is turned upside down, you’re forced to make a choice that will rule your future

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four. Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven



The cold Gotham night barely bothers you. You had grown up in this weather and you’d grown use to regulating your body heat on Themyscira. You take a deep breath as the wind ruffles your hair.

   “It almost feels normal.” You glance at Dick, dressed in his Nightwing uniform. It had been two weeks since your confrontation in the cave, and slowly Dick was coming back to his true self. It had started with his appearance and banning him from the cave for a week. Slowly he was beginning to smile again.

   You shrug, “I wouldn’t know.”

   “You shouldn’t have to know.”

   You smile at your brother, “This is as much my burden as yours.”

   He nods towards your uniform “So I see.”

   You glance down. Your boots were flat and black, and bled into black pants before stopping at what had once been your mother’s Wonder Woman belt. From there came your only spice of color, your mother’s red breastplate. Your hair was held back by her tiara and her bracelets adorned your wrist. A light leather jacket provided further protection. Her lasso sat on your hip, and your quiver rested against your back, and a new, state of the art bow remained in your hand. And finally, a mask hid your eyes.

   “As much as I would hate to interrupt this wonderful conversation, there’s a bank robbery in progress in downtown Gotham. Looks like the penguin has waddled back to town.”

   You smile, as Tim’s voice comes through your earpiece. With a running start you and Dick begin making your way through Gotham’s streets. “Is it just me or has he become a bit more sassy?” Jason’s tone is more than a bit snarky.

   “Maybe I’m sassy because I’m talking but people aren’t listening!”

   “Or you haven’t gotten your one millionth cup of coffee of the day.” Jason quips back.

   Static comes through for a minute before Tim finally admits, “Alfred may be forcing me to cut down a bit.”

   “Is all this chatter necessary? We are hunting a criminal, are we not?” You have to bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

   Instead you say, “Sorry Artemis.”

   There’s a sigh before she says, “Please wait for me before engaging.”

Jason scoffs, “That is so not how this works. First come first served. And right now, it looks like an all you can eat buffet for little old me.”

You watch Dick roll his eyes, as you continue running. Radio silence comes a moment later, and you ask, “Did Jason just admit to being little Red Riding Hood?”  

Dick lets out a laugh as you jump from the final roof. And together, you jump. You land with a solid thunk, before moving into a sprint. Jason’s already knee deep in blood when you get there. You and Dick stand there for a moment and watch as Artemis appears out of nowhere, taking out a hidden shooter.

You and he watch as the two of them go to town. Slowly Dick says, “This is a dangerous team.”

You smile, “Artemis is the best warrior the Amazons have to offer. She trained me.”

“Yep. She’ll fit right in.” As the police sirens sound, and Artemis binds Penguin, you and Dick meld back into the night. The rest of the night is spent taking down muggers and other small time crime.

When you traipse back to the cave Jason and Artemis are more than a little energetic. You and Dick watch them make for the training room. You lock eyes with Tim and he asks, “What the hell have we created?”

You shrug, “Something that will probably terrify the Joker.”

Tim shrugs, before wheeling his chair towards the lift Dick had put in.

You head towards the changing area. You change into comfortable clothes before heading back up stairs. You slip through the house quietly before slipping into the back yard.

   This far away from the city the stars are visible and you drink them in. You scrunch your toes in the grass, and take in a deep breath.

   A minute later the door opens and closes. You turn and smile as your sisters slip out the door. Calyce holds out a mug and you take it. “What thoughts are running through your mind?”

   “How amazing it felt to be out there.”

   Euboea’s voice is gentle, “The city is amazing.”

   You nod, “I remember being mesmerized by it as a kid. Mom would take me into the city to see Dad, and I’d stare at the buildings as we passed. I remember wondering what it would be like to be above the clouds.”

   Io’s voice is hesitant when she asks, “Have you gone to see her yet?”

   Your eyes stray to the trees, knowing what lies just beyond the border, “Not yet. I keep making excuses.”

   “You’ve been busy, returning your family’s name to it’s former glory, cementing your parents’ legacy, making sure that we are learning.”

   You shrug, “They’re excuses. We all know it. I’m a coward.”

   Io places one hand on your shoulder, “You are many things my princess, but a coward is not one of them.”

   “Would you like us to go with you?” Euboea asks.

   You shake your head, “This is something I have to do alone.”

   You walk away from the group, feeling their eyes on you until you pass through the trees. Once you’re through the tree line you make your way down the path. It’s a bit steep, but you take it easily.

   The area is different than you remember. There’s a bench now, and a fountain. It’s peaceful. Sliding onto the bench you stare at the two head stones. Your mother’s lays right next to your father’s.

   You lean back into the bench, “So here I am … doing what you never wanted me to. Taking on a mission I never thought I’d have to.” You sigh, before scrubbing your hands over your face, “What the hell am I doing? I’m talking to dirt. To shells. You can’t hear me. You can’t respond. You can’t tell me what to do next, or where to look for Damian. You can’t do anything because you’re both dead, and some part of me hates you for it.”

   You sit there in silence, reveling in your confession, and mourning the life you’ve lost.