okay so on a nostalgic whim i recently made a neopets account to see what just what has happened in the decade that i have been away
there’s a lot, A LOT i have to say about this site after a few days of play, but the most surreal thing is how things have basically not changed at all in that decade. the site runs like shit because the optimization is terrible, for one, but the most striking & surreal thing is that the site’s art is updated in some places but not others
like you have areas like tyrannia that look like this
and then you have meridell that still looks exactly like it did over a decade ago and i’m losing my fucking shit
Before I post this, I’m fully aware that I’m probably going to get a lot of flak for saying this, but I really feel the need to convey some thoughts that I’m sure other people agree with me on.
Tokyo Ghoul:re chapter 114 has made a lot of people angry, concerning what Ishida has done to Mutsuki’s character. (I for one don’t have a problem with Mutsuki’s character but that’s besides the point.)
Some people have the strong belief that Ishida has invalidated transgenders and the entire notion of transgenders being given proper respect. I can understand where these people are coming from, seeing that Mutsuki was the only character declaring she wanted to be male, which would give Mutsuki quite the spotlight for people who both support transgenders or are transgenders themselves.
I understand the frustration as over time, Mutsuki’s character kept evolving into something that would slowly turn many of her previous fans against her, and in turn Sui Ishida himself. Now, with the acts that Mutsuki committed in chapter 114, some of these previous fans now hate Tooru Mutsuki, hate Sui Ishida and a few of which have claimed to have dropped Tokyo Ghoul entirely, just because of this one scene.
As much as I understand how these people feel, I still must give criticism for these behaviour’s. On one point, just because Mutsuki was the only self-proclaimed transgender character in the series, this doesn’t make a fictional character a representative of a certain group of people in the real world. Keep in mind that every character in Tokyo Ghoul was created by one man, Sui Ishida, and the story can be changed on a whim whenever he wants it to be. So with this in mind I feel that putting your faith in Ishida to portray one character in a certain way to suit your needs is basically setting yourself up for failure.
If certain plot decisions made by Sui Ishida have agitated you to such a great extent, then instead of becoming hateful towards an author for the way he writes his story, honestly the best thing you can do is drop the series without saying a word.
It’s important to note that Toffee’s finger is a glaring outlier within Star’s belongings:
1) It doesn’t really belong to Star.
2) It corrupted Star’s wand.
As a matter of fact, the finger obstructed Star’s ability to cast spells properly, and mess with it to the point where Star had to go inside her wand and find out what was wrong.
(I’d also like to note. . that Toffee’s finger, or something Toffee did caused this):
(After the new wand came to fruition, Star’s spells started to become affected by her negative emotions):
Okay to sum it up, Toffee’s finger is pretty unpredictable. It seems to have been cursed by Moon, has corrupted the source (unicorn) that powers the wand, and has caused both Ludo and Star’s wands to release bursts of unrestrained and green energy.
So I think it’s very possible for it to mess with Star’s magic once again, and remain in the Diaz residence because Toffee’s appendage has done quite a LOT this season.
Ah, these women! What more can I say? I love them and it’s the very reason why I feel like I needed to talk about them, especially in light of “recent events.”
Now, I would’ve included Mrs. Hudson, but everybody loves her (I’m pretty sure all of us have secret shrines dedicated to her) and in contrast to these three other women, I haven’t seen anyone talk sh*t about her. Maybe the reason why I’m writing this is that I feel like these special women also deserve the same recognition? Idk. As usual, I’m waffling. Haha.
Anyway, going back to my point, I’m just going to start this ramble:
For someone who was intended to be a side character (since she was not a part of the ACD canon), Molly stood out because even before anyone else (even Lestrade who thought that Sherlock was a great, but not good, man in S1)saw the detective’s capacity for good, she was already there, admiring him. I honestly don’t think it was just his brilliance or his amazing cheekbones (lol) that captivated her, but it was the belief that Sherlock is something more than he what he leads on. He had his eccentricities, but she was able to look past that.
And if there’s one thing that I found compelling about her, it’s her character development. She didn’t dwell on her unrequited love, she wasn’t a martyr, she dated other people (shoutout to Jim from IT), she called out Sherlock for being an arse during that Christmas (ASiB), and by season 3 and 4, she became an all around BAMF.
So I don’t understand why I’ve seen people calling her weak. Because I personally believe that loving someone does not prevent you from being a strong and independent person. Molly never changed her ways for Sherlock. Sure, she swiped lipstick that one time, or she dressed up that Christmas, but it was to boost her own confidence. She knows that Sherlock doesn’t notice these things in a ‘I want to impress him’ kind of level, so I personally believe she was doing those things because she wants to – not for him, but for herself.
And seeing her in TFP hurt me like hell. She looked like she was having a rough day, and then Sherlock just pops in a request like that – it was disheartening to watch. But Molly Hooper handled it like a boss. Even if it hurts, she was in control of herself. She was angry, she didn’t want to be treated like a toy – she wanted him to know that saying those words are not and should not be easy. Even in pain and distress, she was able to teach Sherlock Holmes a lesson.
So if that makes her weak, then they should change the definition of the word in the dictionary, because there’s a huge amount of courage in there.
P.S. To be fair, Sherlock did say ‘I love you’ twice. Now, I’m an Adlock shipper, but so far, Sherlolly shippers had that dramatic Anderson-imagination kiss and two ‘I love you’s so cheers to y’all! 😉
Queeeeeeeeeeeen! Okay, sorry! I just love this woman.
Personally, I fell in love with the idea of Adlock ever since I first read A Scandal In Bohemia. I never liked my ships to be ‘canon’ in a way that they’ll run off into the sunset and be all cheesy, and that’s why Sherlock and Irene’s dynamic resonated with me so much. I do blame them for developing my now logical and complicated approach on the subject of love, but I digress.
There has been a lot of criticism about the modern adaptations of Irene Adler, but I will simply focus on the BBC one for this post. Irene was, and still is, being reprimanded for being a dominatrix, but to me, it just made sense. Her initial role was to distract Sherlock and to lure him into unfamiliar territory, but sex isn’t the element that became the foundation of their relationship – it was their instant intellectual connection.
And this is also the very reason why we’re not dismissing Irene or Sherlock’s sexuality in shipping them, contrary to the common criticisms of these pairing. Even if Irene is a dominatrix, sex isn’t really what they are about. I know I’ve stressed this many times, but Sherlock admitted that he is captivated by Irene (”Craving the distraction of the game, I sympathise entirely…” his words, not mine) and Irene was also very much smitten with Sherlock, so it may not be romance (or whatever it is that normal people do), but they are indeed attracted to each other in a very complex level that I think even they don’t understand. To add to this, we already have an entire discourse regarding Irene being “gay” etc. etc. which I think makes her even more amazing because she’s like f*ck all your stereotypes, I’m going to swing all ways possible and be badass at it and I can’t… I just can’t deal with that point even anymore… She is more than that frickin’ label, for God’s sake.
Anyway, another commentary about Irene that pisses me off the most is the one about her being weak – again, similar to Molly’s. She didn’t ask for Sherlock to rescue her, and he absolutely didn’t beat her. In fact, he broke almost every single one of his personal rules when it came to her: flew thousands of miles to get to her, kept her Vertu (”If she’d left him, he would keep it. People do. Sentiment.”), thinks about her out of the blue, the TEXTING, and I could go on and on and on…. And she did make Sherlock “I haven’t begged in my life” Holmes beg twice in the most mundane, interesting, and sentimental way possible: “But I will have the camera phone.” “Please.”
This is a woman who can get by on her own, who has managed to stay alive despite the circumstance that she’s constantly on the run, and she is her own person, whether or not she has crossed paths with Sherlock Holmes.
So to put this in full-circle, I’ll just say it again: QUEEN!
I never really appreciated Mary’s character in the ACD canon because she was barely even there. It wasn’t even explicit if she died or not, but there was a line that expressed Watson’s bereavement, leading to that conclusion in the books.
Frankly, just like Irene, I’ve been waiting for her character to make an appearance, and was almost settled by the idea that she might have been replaced with Sarah (John’s girlfriend in S1), but I still had my hopes up. So when she arrived in Season 3, imagine my excitement.
But it wasn’t until that scene in TEH where she was obviously amused by Sherlock that made me love her. Now, just a quick segue, I’ve always hated Sally Donovan because she was cruel to Sherlock and she didn’t really seem to have a redemption arc unlike Anderson. She was a representation of the world that treats Sherlock Holmes as an outsider. And Mary wasn’t like that at all. She was accepting and understanding, and unlike the common cause of hatred towards her, she wasn’t keeping Sherlock and John apart. In fact, she was trying so hard to assure them that things are not going to change – that they would still be Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.
Then we discover that she’s not as she seems, that she has secrets, and it explained why she cared for Sherlock– it’s because broken people try to fix other broken people through each other’s company. She was willing to compromise anything, she was greedy to not let John know, she was desperate which led to her shooting Sherlock – overall, her character has dimension. She’s not a bad or good, she has her own demons that she’s trying to overcome. When Sherlock told John that “you chose her”, it felt haunting because it resonates to our own horrors – we attract what we seek. And to me, it’s what made Mary – BBC’s Mary – a brilliant character.
These are just a few reasons why I can’t accept any hate towards these characters, their roles in relation to Sherlock and John, or even hate addressed to the people who adore them.
Overall, these three women were introduced to us in a sequence that also relates to Sherlock’s own development: Molly signified the value of trust, respect, and regard for his life; Irene embodied incredible wit, surrendering to the whims of sentiment, and finding a remarkable connection; and Mary provided the feeling of warmth, acceptance, and the balance between danger and redemption.
#how lucky we were #to have an otp who touched and looked upon one another like the other was made of pure gold #their chemistry is incomparable to any other ship on this show #nothing matches it try as they might #props to ade and toby for making this ship such a beautiful thing to behold #even when things got tough and the writing went to hell and never came back
Your relationship with Klaus lasted for almost 2 years. He certainly is a bad boy, especially being an “original hybrid” and all, he was also very prideful. But, he was always a charming gentleman to you. He even took you on many trips like Tokyo and London.
But, being with Niklaus came with a price. There would be times when he was getting himself nearly killed. And since everyone knew that you’re his girl, there have been countless times that you’ve been taken hostage by his enemies.
Leaving him is probably the hardest thing you’ve had to do, but your decision is final. This is what you feel is best for you and your future.
Sitting across the table from Klaus, he wasn’t taking it easy. “What is it that you would like for me to do so that you feel much safer, love? I’ll have Elijah and Rebekah take turns when I’m not there to watch over you.”
“No, no, Nik. I don’t need a babysitter for the rest of my life. I don’t want to feel on edge forever.”
“You can’t. You can’t just leave me like this on a whim, sweetheart. I can’t do this without you.” Your soon-to-be ex boyfriend pleaded. The sadness in his voice really broke you inside, almost making you want to change your mind, but you stuck with it.
“I’m sorry. Like I’ve said, I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Please understand.” You explained.
“Fine. You want to leave so badly. Then leave! The door is wide open!” Klaus shouted. He pounded his fist on the table, nearly breaking it which made you flinch. Then, he stormed out of the room.
There was no way you were going to stick around Mystic Falls, because it being a small town and all, the chances of running into Klaus is high and seeing his face will break your heart. So you had the first flight booked tomorrow back to your hometown to stay with your parents in the meantime.
You turned away from him, kicking yourself for staying out this late. Even more so for inviting him upstairs. The alcohol had lowered your inhibitions, allowing the feelings you buried deep down to begin to seep out.
Everything he just said only made it harder. You were friends, why were either of you trying to mess all that up on some drunken whim?
i was asked to do a tutorial on how i make my icons by anonymous, so here’s my super easy way of doing it. there’s no major editing or backgrounds simply because i’m super lazy and i prefer the look of clean, bright icons. i’ve only ever used this method on cartoons (voltron. i’ve only ever made voltron icons lol), so i can’t say for sure whether this method would work well with real people. just keep that in mind!
for some examples of what you can make, here’s my icons page.
please like/reblog if you try it out, and feel free to ask me any questions.
It’s not what it looks like. It’s not wilful self destruction. It’s not a cry for help.
Imagine the most important moment of your life, the pivotal decision, the fork in the road that changes everything
So I want to instantly (this very hour) do a thing… this very, VERY important thing.
This is the thing that I have only realised RIGHT NOW is so incredibly imperative. I know it’s impulsive but it’s utterly, utterly brilliant. This is what I need to do. It’s such a great idea. Besides I’m young, this is supposed to be my time, I am allowed to be spontaneous! I can’t believe I’ve only just realised how much I really, really need to do This thing. This is absolutely what I was supposed to be doing all along!! I’m going to do it right now, no point waiting, I’m more sure of This than any decision I’ve ever made before! I have absolute freedom, I am without restriction, I will accelerate to euphoria and success.
Possibilities for ‘This’:
◻️ Drop out of college to pursue something I’ve never even heard of before.
◼️ Resign from a good job I actually enjoy.
◻️ Classic ‘Sex, Drugs and Psychosis’ brand of mania.
Viciously abandon every friend I have because ‘they’re holding me back’.
Literally run away to live with someone I’ve only just met.
Buy business supplies in bulk, for an idea I’m bound to have later.
Dump my boyfriend/girlfriend on a complete and utter whim, to revel in the turmoil.
Abandon life, buy a one way ticket to a country I have nothing to do with, have nowhere to stay, no way to get back and no money or safety when I get there.
Tattoo of something so profound I can’t even articulate why I want it.
Drink all the spirits in the house alone for literary ‘inspiration’.
Play with knives to feel the power of taunting mortality.
Seduce this romantically committed person, chronic boredom likes challenges.
Buy 14 pairs of these same shoes: it’s an investment.
Stop taking my meds because they’re stealing my potential. Manic me is the true me, they’ll take her away . After all, what if the Doctor’s are wrong? Maybe I function in a higher plane, all great innovators do, and there must be a misunderstanding.
Open water swimming, alone, at night, in a very angry sea.
Start collecting reptiles… I think I’ll start with five… I’ll be going to the shop now.
At the time these decisions don’t appear reckless, ridiculous, risky or wrong. They seem like the most sensible and obvious thing in the world. We are not attention seeking. We don’t have a death wish. Our ability to judge risk is just monumentally impaired and the urgency of these actions becomes overpowering. This is why unintentional death is so notably high in rapid cycling bipolars.
We are brave and inspired and running on double time to the people around us. We are the glorious and the invincible… and sometimes we are running into traffic for the joy of the adrenaline hit.
We’re hitting the ground running… hard… and usually in the face.
If you’re able to help us, please do, but know what you’re looking it. Stare the ugliness of mania in the face but know, with doubtless certainty, that for us, it is most beauteous thing, the most precious place we’ll ever be.
WE DON'T CHOOSE OUR FAMILY (BATFAMILY/JASON TODD X READER) PART 3
I WOULD LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO @awkard-fangirl88 FOR MAKING ME GET MY SHIT TOGETHER AND WRITING THIS PART.
now guys I have absolutely no excuse as to why I’m so late with this chapter. I would like to apologize to everyone I kept waiting, I hope it will not happen again but I never know what will happen.
SCENARIO- The joker finally has his daughter but for how long.
Warnings- talk of mental abuse, physical abuse, language (of course)
You grunted as you held on to the wound that covered your left side. You were limping as you saw the exit coming closer and closer. Closer to freedom. You could hear the sound of boots behind you and dogs barking but you just ignored it and kept limping towards your only chance of seeing the outside world again. A world you haven’t seen for 6 months.
You don’t believe it’s been 6 months since you were on the ladder of that helicopter with your joke of a father.
You remembered the look on your families faces as they discovered your nature, who your real blood was. Thank god that Harley Quinn wasn’t your real mother, because that would make things so much better. (Who knew you could fit so much sarcasm in one sentence)
You only ever saw her once in a while and it never ended well for her. She was a good woman, crazy, but a good woman.
Harley never deserved to be played by the joker, he twisted her mind worse than even his was. He was crazy because he ignored everything, she was crazy because she ignored everything except love and love can make you insane, that one true no escaping from your own mind, insane.
Your time with your father had not been much better. From the beginning all he did was try to tear you down, so you could be made to his picture.
You felt the cold water hit your face as you lied on the cold medal slab in the back of your cell in nothing but sweatpants and a dirty white tank top.
Your “room” only had the necessities. A small barred window, a calendar, a toilet, a slab of metal called a bed, and a sink. Also the floor was filled with 3 inches of water.
“Wakes wakey sugar, time for another one of daddy’s quizzes.” You heard the joker say from the other side of the bars where he stood holding a bow empty bucket.
“No.” You said throwing your forearm over your eyes.
You had been locked up in this hell hole for 4 months now and you were done. The joker made sure you had a colander in your room so you knew every single day that passed by the sun that shined through the tiny barred window you had and you were sick and tired of his games. Not in the way of you wanted to die, just you were done with playing to his whims.
“See I don’t remember, ASKING YOU!” He yelled as he flipped the switch causing hundreds of volts of electricity to shoot through the water of your cell, up to you where it felt like a lightning rod was being sown through your skin.
You screamed bloody murder as you arched your back off the metal slab and could feel your head wanting to explode.
Your heard the switch click off and the joy of your fathers laughter from the other side of your cell as you curled into a ball and held your head.
You weren’t what you used to be. They didn’t feed you the right food to keep you strong and you couldn’t work out from being so weak all the time, so your muscles slowly started to deteriorate. Your strength was apart of your combat style and was starting to leave you defenseless.
“Now be a good girl and get up.” He said as he opened the door to your cell.
You rolled off the slab and landed on your knees, on the water covered floor. You struggled to pick yourself back up off the floor, which used to be a easy task, now, not so much. He rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers as two guards came in and picked you up by your arms and dragged you out of the room behind your other 23 chromosomes donor.
It was the same as everyday since you’ve been here. You were sat in a all dark room with a projector with hundreds of pictures of the batfam. Damian and you taking out the riddler, Dick hanging out with Tim in full consume on top of Wayne enterprises, Bruce with the justice league and finally Jason.
He was out with the rest of the outlaws taking out a threat you had no idea about. You felt your muscles tense as you looked at him, with his guns pulled out and his mask on, he looked amazing. You could tell exactly what face he was making under that mask, you knew what he was thinking and it hurt.
Everyday it would be new more recent pictures and you noticed that all of the batfam looked more weary than usual, especially Jason. He was more brutal than normal and sloppy.
At the end of each “session” you would be asked one question.
“Who are they to you?”
Every single time you replied with your held high and said the words that kept you going through all of the misery.
“They’re my family.”
You would then be dragged back to your cell and do the same thing the next day, but on the last day of the 6th month of you being tortured, things were different.
When you were dragged back and thrown into your cell, you instantly passed out from hitting your head on the metal bed. Thank god you landed face up or you would have drowned from the water, you desperately hated.
When you woke up hours later, you noticed someone standing at the front of your cell with the door open. It was Harley Quinn who had tears streaked down her face.
“Sugar you gotta go, I’ve got about 5 minutes before they come for both of us and this is the only way I’m helping.” She said in a worried voice that still managed to sound perky as she outstretched a hand to help you up.
You looked at her red nail polish with a eye brow raised. You didn’t understand, was it a test put together by your father or was the infamous Harley Quinn being genuinely kind.
“Why?” You croaked out as she started to shake her hand in a fast motion signaling for you to grab it.
“I’m stuck in this life, I chose it for myself, you didn’t and you don’t deserve it.” She said in a harsh whispered voice as she kept leaning back and peaking down the hall.
You looked at her once more, then grabbed her hand hoisting yourself up. As soon as you were standing next to her, a slight prick sensation was in your right arm. You looked down to see Harley pushing a clear liquid from a needle into your arm. You felt the room go brighter and your senses grow sharper.
“What the fuck did you just give me.” You said as you rise to your full height and heard your back pop from not being properly stretched out in the past few months.
“That darlin, is what we call pure adrenaline, I say you have about 15 minutes before you start to feel like death.” She said with a small giggle and looked at a nonexistent watch on her wrist.
“Well toodles” she said, then skipped down the hall, her pigtails bouncing with each step.
“Fucking crazy ass lady.” You said as you stepped out of your cell and turned down the familiar hall where you were then ambushed by a bunch of goons who managed to injure you with a dagger down the left side of your stomach, which led to to where you are now.
You could feel the last bits of adrenaline wearing off, it burned through your system so fast it only lasted about ten minutes. You limped through the final door, managing to put all of your body weight on it and tune the handle and took in your surroundings.
You were on a cliff that over looked some unknown body of water, in the middle of the night, with the moon being the only source of major light. You looked behind you to see the bastard coming up the stairs wth his army behind him.
“Welp looks like I only have one option.” You muttered to yourself as you took a a running start and leaped off the cliff.
4 months later in midway city
You had absolutely no idea how you survived that jump. All you could remember was jumping off the cliff, then the next thing you know, you’re waking up on a beach in the middle of the day.
You sat there covered in sand for what felt like days but was only probably about 3 hours. You just needed a minute, as you tore off the ends of your sweatpants to make a makeshift bandage for your wound.
You couldn’t go back home, could you even call it that anymore, home? They would hate you, they would try to lock you away. You couldn’t be locked away again, you wouldn’t let them.
You got off that beach and walked for what felt like hours until you stopped in Midway city. You smelled like the ocean, not in a good way, you hadn’t taken a proper shower for months, you were starving and cold but that’s exactly where you made your final decision.
You would rebuild yourself here, start a new life, be a new person. Leave everyone and everything in your old life, sadly though it truly meant everyone
Meanwhile in Gotham
“BATMAN, JOKER SPOTTING ON THE SOUTH STREET!” Tim shouted into the coma as he jumped from building to building.
“On it.” Almost every single person in the batfam said at once into the coms.
Jason and Dick were on their cycles at different points in the city on route to the site. Damian and Bruce drove in the batmobile while Barbara rode on top because she quote said “because I’m batgirl.”
They all arrived in a exact unison surrounding the Joker. After you were taken they all dedicated there time to keep there eyes on the look out for the joker and their spare time looking for you.
When you were first taken they searched everywhere, in uniform and out of uniform, night and day, but they couldn’t find you anywhere. There were no clues or leads so they were just running in blind. They had to slow down after 3 months when the villains of Gotham got worse, they thought the bat was done for.
Jason took your abduction the hardest, you were his rock, his anchor, his one true love and he felt like he didn’t even have the balls to tell you how he felt. He never would have cared you were that bastards daughter. You weren’t like him, you showed Jason that even people that came from demons, could turn into angels.
“Where is she, you freaking lunatic?” Jason growled through clenched teeth, as he pulled his guns on the joker who only stood in the middle of the circle of heroes, looking at the ground.
Jason fired a bullet that zipped by his ear as the rest of the family stood completely still letting Jason have his moment.
“I’m going to ask you one more time, where is she?” Jason questioned again with his modulated voice as he cocked the gun.
A low chuckle turned into a horrendous laugh as the joker raised his head and looked at Jason straight in the face.
“Oh that’s hilarious.” The joker said as he wiped tears out from under his eyes.
“What, what’s so funny?” Jason said as he lowered his guns and everyone could feel the glare he was giving the clown.
“Well here’s the situation little red riding hood, I don’t have her, she went bye bye.” He said as he did a wave and laughed some more.
“What did you do with her?” Bruce asked in his most menacing voice.
“Ohhhhh I didn’t do anything, last time I saw her she jumped off a cliff and you know the deal with those pesky heroes she probably lived but then again she could have died. I mean I would go for the latter, anyways in the end, who really cares?” He questioned in a fake voice with a large frown and a fake boohoo.
“JASON DON’T!” Dick yelled as he saw Jason put his finger on the trigger of his gun and aim at the jokers head.
“JASON IT’S NOT WHAT SHE WOULD HAVE WANTED, STOP IT!” Barbara yelled from where she and Damian both stood in rigid positions by the batmobile.
“Give me one good goddamn reason.” Jason said as he fixed a hard stare onto the clown prince of crime.
“Because she would have said no.” Bruce said as he put his famous glare on Jason.
Jason exhaled though his nose in frustration but reluctantly put his gun down and squeezed the handles of his bike instead.
After 30 minutes and the joker being placed back in Gotham all of the batfam returned to the manor to tell Alfred what happened and discuss what they have learned.
“If she’s alive, wouldn’t she have come home by now.” Alfred said looking around at the table, where they were all currently seated.
“No, not exactly.” Tim said as he took a sip of his coffee.
“Bullshit.” Jason said as he rested his jaw on his knuckles with his elbow on the table.
“Think about it, she kept this a secret from us for the entire time because she probably thought we would have hated her, especially you Jason. Now that her secret is out she is scared that if she comes home we’ll just reject her.” Bruce said standing up, avoiding Jason’s glance at him and walking around the table.
They were both thinking of the night when batman lost his Robin. How Jason prayed for Bruce to make it on time, how Bruce mourned after Jason died. Jason forgave him for that night, he would never admit to it, but he did. All because of a girl who opened his eyes.
“She thinks we hate her because her father is the joker, even though she has done so many good things to help us and make Gotham a better place.“ Dick said leaning back in his chair as a look of pure sadness and confusion crossed over his face.
“We don’t choose our family, we make them, assemble them piece by piece, we just need to make her understand that.” Jason said as he stood up and walked over to the bat computer.
“Well how do you want to do that?” Damian asked with a bored expression, even though they could all see the worry in his eyes.
He would never in a million years admit it but he had a soft spot for you and the way you always helped him when he was in distress. It didn’t matter if it was emotional or physical, you always managed to crack away his facade and see the true kid he was. He knew what it felt like to come from a evil family background and he wished he could have been there for you, the way you were there for him, in his moments of need.
“We have to draw her out someway, get her to come to us, she knows how we operate so she would know how to stay hidden, we can’t just try and find her.” Bruce said as he stood next to Jason at the computer and gripped his hand on the back of the chair.
They looked at the picture of you they had on the screen, to keep their spirits high as to not forget you, not like they would anyways.
“Guys what if she’s not hiding though, what if she didn’t make it?” Barbara questioned everyone as she played with her fingers and looked down at the table with bags under her eyes from countless night of looking for you.
“Well with what I’m planning to do we will get an answer either way.” Bruce said as he sat down at the computer and started typing away.
“What are you gonna do?” Jason questioned as he pinched the bridge of his nose, he looked absolutely exhausted and ready to punch someone, at the same exact time.
“I’m gonna make something happen so big she can’t resist but to come out of hiding and see us.” Bruce said in a dark tone with a frown as the rest of the kids just looked at each other and nodded with somber eyes.