i'm sorry this is crappy but i wanted to write something

anonymous asked:

Hi! I know you're not taking prompts anymore...but I'm trans and my shark week super makes me dysphoric and i feel so crappy about everything. I hope this isn't too weird but, could you maybe write a positive fic about Sanvers navigating theirs? I don't really know... But your writing always makes me feel better! THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Alex groans in the bathroom and Maggie pokes her head out of the bedroom door.

“You okay, babe?”

“Ugh, no, fuck me.”

Maggie brightens. “Okay, I’m game.” She hears Alex chuckle and sigh and groan again.

“No, I… I’m on my stupid period.”

Maggie laughs sympathetically and continues getting dressed. “I’m sorry, babygirl. You cramping up?”

“I’m gonna. Ugh, and we have a sting op today.”

“Oh, babe, no!”

“Oh, babe, yes.” Maggie smiles and shakes her head at Alex’s humorless voice, and she turns when Alex trudges out of the bathroom a few minutes later while dry-swallowing a motrin.

She collapses face-forward on Maggie’s bed before turning and curling into a fetal ball.

Maggie tilts her head and her eyes soften before she pads out of the room quickly.

“Why are you abandoning me?” Alex groans after her, self-deprecation layered somewhere under the despair in her voice.

“I would never do that, Ally,” Maggie calls from the kitchen, and she comes back into the room a few minutes later with a warmed up heating pad and a soft smile.

“Come here, Danvers,” she says as she kneels on the bed in front of her, rolling Alex over onto her back and straddling her. Her fingers hesitate at the hem of Alex’s shirt, and Alex shakes her head.

“I’m all bloated and gross.”

“You’re never gross, babe,” Maggie counters, but she moves her fingers, but Alex is suddenly keening at the loss. Maggie arches an eyebrow and Alex slowly lifts up her own shirt to grant Maggie the access she’d been requesting.

Maggie smiles softly and her eyes light up, as they always do when she’s looking at Alex’s body, and Alex doesn’t understand because she’s bloated and she’s bloody and she’s not at all worthy of being looked at like that. Not today, anyway.

But Maggie strokes her stomach with near reverence, and Maggie bends down to press her lips gently, gently, gently, all across Alex’s lower stomach, tracing the line of her underwear with her lips, wanting to go lower but not wanting to ask Alex, not yet, if even lifting up her shirt was a struggle right now.

“Why are you doing that?” Alex asks, and Maggie looks up from her ministrations and tilts her head.

“Because your body hates you right now, but I love you and I love your body, so I’m trying to remind it whose will is stronger.”

Alex laughs because Maggie Sawyer, Maggie Sawyer, Maggie Sawyer, and Maggie kisses her swollen belly one more time before grabbing at the heating pad she’d brought in, lowering Alex’s shirt again, and pressing the warmth a few inches below Alex’s navel, and Alex moans in part pain, part relief.

“You know you can call in today, babe. Your body’s ragingly upset, same like it is when you have the flu or a stomach virus or something,” Maggie tells her as she pulls her into her arms, kissing her hair and rubbing soothing circles onto her arms.

“Can you call in, too?” Alex wants to know, and Maggie smiles.

“Netflix and chill it is, Danvers.”

“Netflix and cramp, more like it, Sawyer.”

Maggie kisses her and Maggie shrugs and Maggie loves her, loves her, loves her. “Netflix and me convincing your body that I love you more than it hates you and it should release you from this vial spell, most like it, Danvers.”

“Pfft, and you call me a nerd.”

“Takes one to know one, Danvers. Takes one to know one.”

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm sorry youre feeling crappy :( I hope you feel better asap! Maybe when youre well (or now if itd help you feel better)& have the time (I know school keeps you busy) could you write some jeddy w/ teddy comforting james after a fight w his dad?

Teddy stood for what felt like a long while staring at the outside of James’ door.

He was perfectly eye level with what looked like numerous black streaks left by the miniature fire crackers that Zonko’s sold. If he looked down at his hand, which was holding the door knob, he could see on the wood the soft scaring of what looked like a young James trying to spello-tape his door shut. Teddy sighed, thinking that was probably what James was wishing he could do right now. Teddy hit his knuckles on the frame softly.

When no response came he turned the door handle gently, opening it a crack, “James?”

“Go aw- oh.”

James’ eyes, which had had fire in them a second ago, softened and he turned away, sinking onto the edge of his bed with his back towards Teddy.

“’s just me… Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

Teddy stepped over a few piles of forgotten clothes. He threw a sock off the bed to sit down next to James who looked about just as rumpled as his room did. He had soft, purple circles under his eyes and his hair looked like he had just rolled out of a deep sleep. He look soft- and in Teddy’s opinion bloody gorgeous- but sad.

Teddy trailed his fingers a long James’ wrist for a moment, waiting for him to talk first, before pressing his fingers into the spaces between James’. They both watched their hands as they fit together, perfectly.

“I shouldn’t have yelled.”

Teddy shrugged one shoulder, “I think you had a little right to yell. So you aren’t on the Quidditch team? Who cares?”

He does.”

“Well, he shouldn’t have reacted like that.”

James let out a soft growl from the back of his throat, his anger boiling up again, “He’s always comparing me to people. ‘m not as smart as Albus, Lily’s gonna be a bloody seeker in her first year, we all know that. Rose is bloody brilliant, Victoire’s going to be an amazing healer, and you-“

Teddy’s heart jumped in surprise. He hadn’t expected his name to be mentioned.

James looked at him, eyes sad and slightly lost, “Even you he compares me to..” James sighed, looking down again, “You can do anything.”

Teddy laughed a little in disbelief, “Are you joking?”

James shot him a pained look.

“James, he doesn’t compare you to me. I’m not even a part of this family. Not really, at least.”

“Yes, you are!” James protested.

“What, so I’m dating my brother?”

“Wh- well- I-“

Teddy raised his eyebrow.

James groaned, falling sideways against Teddy, head on his shoulder, “No…”

Teddy picked up their hands and pressed a kiss to James’ fingers.

“I just-“ James bit his lip, “I just wish he could- stop. Just not compare me to anyone. I mean, I’m not them. I’m just.. not. You know?”

“Well, personally, I prefer you that way.”

James laughed a little and Teddy politely ignored the way it sounded a little watery.

Teddy tilted his head slightly so it rested atop of James, “Really James. You don’t have to worry about that. Sure, maybe Quidditch is something he wanted you to do but he’s got a daughter for that.”

James’ voice came out quiet, “Then what’s he got me for?”

“I like to believe you were put on this earth for the sole reason of only because whoever’s up there realized that Teddy Lupin needed a James Potter but…”

James snorted, turning his head into Teddy’s neck, “You are such a sap.”

Teddy grinned, “Sorry.”

He felt James press a soft kiss to the skin of his neck, “Love you, y’know that?”

Teddy squeezed James’ hand, “Yeah, I know that. I love you too, you know that?”

“Mhm..” James sighed and pressed one more kiss to Teddy’s cheek, “‘m gonna go talk to him.”

“Okay. James,” Teddy caught his wrist before he got too far away and James looked back at him.

“You’re here for whatever you want to be here for.”

James smiled softly at him, “I know.”

Teddy watched the door a few moments, then leaned back on James’ bed, waiting for him to return.

San Diego is ways away from Hawkins. That’s all Max can think her first day unpacking box after box, load after load. Kind of a crappy looking town but for some reason gives her a freaky sense of peace, she can’t place it. Instead of raging traffic, its creepy silence, late night yelling and music and commotion is replaced with crickets; crickets, she’d never actually heard them herself.

Its better than living with that asshole, she still mentally winces at the bruise on her arm from the intense pulling and violent yanking from the man she reluctantly calls her father. Mom made the right choice moving us.

But then she stomps to her seat after introducing herself to the admittedly cool looking teacher Mr. Clarke in the expectantly dull looking Indiana classroom with eight eyes following her intentively. Weirdos.

Next thing she knows she’s sitting with the same weirdos at lunch, the goof with the hat and the other dork with the nice clothes laughing at like every damn thing she says. Dustin and Lucas. Geeks, but comforting to be around.

She learns that the small one, Will, isn’t what he seems, she can relate to his anguish, one shitty dad to another. She feels the weird need to protect him, but has a feeling one day he really won’t need it. He’ll be confident enough to love exactly who he is; he should.

Mike, the quiet one, remains a mystery to her, but solving those has always been her favorite thing to do. Something tells her though, he’ll open up when he wants to, she wont have to pry it out of the gloomy dope, not right now at least.

Hawkins is ways away from San Diego. But something tells Max she was meant to be here.

anonymous asked:

Hey there! So, something recently made me disappointed with some fans of mysme. I've seen some fans who attempt to change the settings (mostly to Japan or America). I once met someone who full on gave them English "nicknames" because she didn't want to attempt to pronounce or use their proper names. I don't know if I'm overreacting or anything, but it bothered me. So, can you do random HCs to honour Korean culture? Like going on vacation somewhere in Korea, or celebrating a 100 days anniversary?

A/N: why do people do that wtf?? I mean i know we somewhat change the culture when we write certain requests pertaining to how an mc looks because sometimes the culture doesn’t really look kindly on the appearance but as someone who isn’t korean, i can’t get into the mentality to reject a request like that or anything, ya know?? Because it can be harmful and hurt someone (i keep it in the back of my mind what the actual view is so i dont just…. disregard it, but i do feel terrible for not addressing it) but i’d never completely REJECT the culture and change their names or anything because just what the fuck ~Admin 404

ALSO IM NOT KOREAN SO I HAD TO RESEARCH A L O T FOR THIS REQUEST BUT STILL COULDN’T WRITE MUCH- AND I MEAN I RESEARCHED REALLY HARD BECAUSE IM A NERD AND ENJOY LEARNING ABOUT OTHER CULTURES BUT IF SOMETHING IS WRONG PLEASE LEMME KNOW

I’m sorry it’s so short omfg

               -Okay y'all, I’m pretty sure Zen knows traditional dances and our MC has to beg him for DAYS to teach them one. Any of them. Buchaechum (fan dance), Nabichum (butterfly dance), even Ilmu (line dance). Any of them. All of them. Just- JUST TEACH MC ZEN, DO IT

               -LOTUS LANTERN FESTIVAL IN HONOUR OF BUDDAHS BIRTHDAY! It’s a celebration that everyone in the group makes time for! Seeing all of the gorgeous lights and lanterns is enough to put everyone in such a good mood! The group makes it into a slight competition- who can bring MC the prettiest lantern? Winner gets a kiss on the cheek from MC! yeees mc, yes

               -Jumin has THE MOST BEAUTIFUL terraced garden you’ve ever seen in your life. He invites you over to help him with it every now and then. It relaxes him and hopes that it could do the same for you! The two of you could spend hours sitting by the lotus pond, drinking some sort of imported and expensive tea this rich guy has to have, talking about anything and everything plus helLO YOU’D GET TO SEE JUMIN IN SWEATPANTS

               -Jaehee. In. Hanbok. Think about this for a little bit. Colourful, beautiful, and just- what else can I saY???? JAEHEE IN HANBOK

               -YOOSUNG LOVES CELEBRATING HIS VERY FIRST 100 DAYS ANNIVERSARY he might not have a ton of money to spoil you like he’d like to, but he does get really creative and goes hardcore. Takes the knowledge he’s gained from all of the clubs he’s been in and makes you a ton of gifts! Coffee, cards, dinner, he makes it all just for you! He does it every 100 days though so he has to get more and more creative about it and sometimes has to go to the rest of the RFA for some ideas (MATCHING SHIRTS AND HE’S EVEN BOUGHT YOU A COUPLE’S RING BECAUSE HE WANTS TO SHOW PEOPLE HE HAS A S/O THAT HE LOVES VERY MUCH)

               -Remember when Jumin called Yoosung’s mother and he was so mad he promised to slap him with Kimchi? Ya know how Kimchi is a symbol for Korea and is considered strong? Well he definitely gave Jumin a hard slap if that counts; MC has it on video and all you can hear is the *smack* and Saeyoung laughing in the background

               -You and Saeran have had a few drinking contests, and Saeyoung cannot believe how many bottles of soju the two of you can go through?? How are you both still breathing?? It’s even worse when you add Zen into the mix, it’s as if doesn’t work on any of you. Yoosung gets one shot and he’s out for the rest of the night

               -Jaehee and MC plan a hike at least ONCE a month because the poor girl needs fresh AIR and it’s good for the both of you, y'all get out there and earn those pajeons (fritters) and dong dong ju (rice wine) at the top of that mountain!

               -You and Yoosung have to drag Saeyoung out of the house sometimes, but the three of you end up at an internet cafe more often than you’d like to admit. One time though, there was one person in LOLOL who kept killing all three of you, and the anger just kept rising- which meant the voices kept rising as well. The person on the other side of you all kept trying to stifle a laugh each time. In the Rage of Saeyoung™, he almost flipped the table until he realized the one beating you all was Saeran on the other side

               -YOU CAN’T TELL ME SAEYOUNG, MC, AND ZEN HAVEN’T TRIED TO RECREATE SOME KPOP VIDEOS

               - You also can’t tell me that Jumin hasn’t tried to dance along to a few every now and then; MC has a picture they keep to themselves in remembrance

               -You and V watch the movie Shiri almost religiously?? When the two of you have movie marathon dates, it’s played at least once (“IT’S A CLASSIC, MC. CLASSIC”)

               -It’s hard to go on any dates with Saeran, but you did get him hooked on a few different K-drama’s and he reminds you constantly that he HATES YOU because of it. Don’t you DARE watch an episode without him because the boy can hold a grudge

               -K A R A O K E!!! All of you. Almost every weekend. Competitions. Somehow Saeyoung tends to win them except that one time you convinced Jumin to participate and WOW okay

anonymous asked:

I find it funny how Jaehwan's other name is Mario but the other team he was up against for Sorry Sorry was named "Super Mario" 😂 bc it sounds like he was competing against himself in a way

Okay.. listen… ever since Jaehwan’s Mario name came to light, I’ve been doing some deep thinking and I’m convinced the show has shown a repeated leitmotif regarding Jaehwan. Strap yourselves in lads (and lasses, and everyone in between), we’re gonna don our tin foil hats and delve into what I’m calling… The Mario Conspiracy. 

Our story begins in Episode 4 with the creation of the oft forgotten, but just as talented Sorry Sorry Team 1 which consisted of Kim Namhyung, Jo Yonggeun, Kwon Hyeop, Choi Dongha, Yoo Seonho, and Ha Minho. 6 members. Remember that number. They decided to name their team Super Mario as a (cute) play on the name Super Junior. But wait, let’s expand on this. Why did they chose Mario? Sure, we can say they chose it because it’s a popular video game character with the word Super in it- but they could have gone with Super Saiyan or the word Superhero. Why Mario? 

Let’s fast forward to the training scenes of Sorry Sorry Team 2 (or Mianhaeng)- in one scene where Ong is being his usual funny self with the rest of the team, who do we see sitting by the wall watching? 

That’s right- sitting between Jaehwan and Hyunbin is Seonho. What if I told you, Seonho learned Jaehwan’s English name when both groups trained in the same room. Very likely given Seonho’s irresistible cuteness that makes you want to give him the world (source: me). My theory is that Seonho learned Jaehwan’s name and then told his team about it so they named their team Super Mario as a playful jab at Jaewhan (the true Mario) implying that Seonho’s team is better (the super version of Jaewhan). But is this jab really playful?

Now, you might be thinking I’m insane and you’re probably right lbr. But now let’s look at something else. Guanlin’s lyrics in his Fear rap included the part “I’m not a character like Mario, I’m just me”. There it is again, “Mario”. We know Guanlin and Seonho are close so it’s feasible that Seonho told Guanlin about Jaehwan’s name and Guanlin - who we know is self aware- decided to incorporate that into his rap. Let’s break down the lyrics. “I’m not a character”- this is fascinating because it implies that Guanlin has seen through Jaehwan’s facade of being reasonable and practical- lest we forget, he face palmed at the thought of training with Hyunbin for Dounpour. He could have left it at that, but no, Guanlin furthers the allusion to Jaehwan with the words “like Mario”. But why did he choose Mario? Could it be that Seonho had figured out Jaehwan’s true personality (crazy) and told Guanlin about it? Or is Guanlin using Mario to allude to something bigger than this. Perhaps by “Mario” Guanlin was showing us yet again that he is self-aware. He’s not “Mario”- and the only Mario on the show is Jaehwan- so Guanlin is saying he’s not Jaehwan. Jaehwan is a great vocalist so Guanlin is implying that he knows he’s (Guanlin) not a great vocalist. By using the “Mario” nod, he’s telling the audience that he recognizes that he doesn’t have the same level of talent as Jaehwan. Then he continues “I’m just me” meaning he’s just himself, just doing his best. 

There it is. Beautiful world play with hidden allusions. Guanlin has been a true master of prose this entire time and he did it while also calling out Jaehwan for acting so sensible when he’s really hiding an inner crazy person which the audience only learned later during the lipstick cut. But why did he even call out Jaehwan in the first place by calling out his facade as a “character”? Perhaps Jaehwan is the main character of Mnets story. Perhaps Mnet has been pushing Jaehwan this entire time and Guanlin knew this so we was trying to discretely tell the audience by using Jaehwan’s other name. 

Now what about Seonho? His name has 6 letters, his team had 6 members, but why is this important? Let’s look at Jaehwan’s name- 6 letters that we can hear (the h is silent). H is also the 8th letter of the alphabet, which is 1 more letter than Jaehwan’s name and 2 more letters than Seonho’s name. 1 + 2 is 3. If we add the silent H back to that count we get 4. Jaehwan’s final rank.

There you go. Mnet knew Jaehwan’s rank from the start and the cube trainees were trying their hardest to reveal this to the audience. That’s why Sorry Sorry Team 1 called themsleves Super Mario. That’s why Guanlin called out Jaehwan in his rap. Did Mnet know they were up to this? Sources (i.e. me) say yes. This is the true reason Guanlin’s rank fell. Mnet has been in cahoots with Jaehwan this entire time. 

[this is where the X files theme would play if this was a crappily edited youtube video and not just crappy writing]

snoozingcat  asked:

i'm not feeling well (so just like the last time I sent you a crappy day prompt, I think). I have a sore throat like you wouldn't believe, so-- maybe something where 1/2 of stevetony loses their voice? or goes off grid during a mission and scares the bejeesus out of the other. hope you feel better soon!

aw yuck. i hope this helps!

The fiasco is Tony’s fault.

He’s second in command, so it’s his job to tell Steve he’s being a moron when he’s being a moron. And going on a mission after nearly being choked out on a mission two days prior is being a moron.

But then, what kind of moron does that make Tony for not putting his foot down and benching him?

Supreme moron.

Steve’s voice has only been audible over the comms because they’re such good quality. He’s nearly incomprehensible in a non-tech enhanced conversation because the bruising around his trachea was so bad he’s about one yell away from losing his voice entirely.

Which, again, is why Tony is the Supreme Moron.

Everything is going fine until the swarms of A.I.M. lackeys start riding Tony’s ass with laser cannons. He has to pull his focus from keeping-an-eye-on-everyone-and-especially-Steve to making-A.I.M.-agents-sorry-they-ever-signed-up-for-this. 

That is, naturally, when he a) loses track of Steve and b) hears him attempt to yell something. He only gets three syllables out before his voice gives up the ghost and all Tony hears is his raspy breathing.

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anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if this all really makes sense, but I'm trying really hard to participate in nanowrimo this year, because I've been trying to write this story for forever. The problem is is that I always feel like everything I write is stupid and terrible. I've been made fun of my entire life for my little stories I come up with, and so I'm too self conscious to ever ask anyone for their opinion of my writing. I feel like the few I DO ask are just pandering to me. Do you have any advice?

First, it sounds like you need a hug. 

*hug*

Second, I can’t speak to your abilities personally, obviously, because I don’t know who you are, but I can guarantee you that every single writer in the world (or at least a significant number, both published and aspiring) has that voice of doubt in their head at least some of the time. I know I do. Writing is weird. It is simultaneously very personal and very public. It’s a weird mix of ego and terror (”Use your time to read my thing! Omg, maybe the thing is horrible!” Sound familiar?). Of course, it’s hard to put yourself out there. It sounds like you’ve had a particularly rough go, with people making fun of you and disparaging what you do.

Look, those people are jerks. I’m sorry to say it, but there are a lot of jerks out there. Who knows why they’re picking on you, but they are. Maybe they’re jealous because they can’t think up stories on their own. Maybe they’re sad and lashing out because they want other people to feel as sad as they do. Maybe they’re just the kind of jerks who pull wings off flies for fun. The thing is, those jerks? Their stuff is not about you, not really. People who pick on other people are doing it because of their own issues.

Unfortunately, there’s a bit of that in the way our own brains pick on us, too. When you feel like everything you write is stupid and terrible, I suspect there’s other stuff happening under the surface. 

For me, that voice comes out of things like: am I just being a showoff? Why do I think I’m so smart/clever/talented/funny? Look at how other people have already succeeded and I’m just a big lump who can’t put my money where my mouth is. Who do I think I am anyway? Everything is trite or overdone or melodramatic or recycled and why do I even bother?? Ugh, I’m so arrogant and demanding and and and and…

Most of that’s not really about writing. Not really. It’s about growing up an overachiever who got a lot of praise, but, as an adult, isn’t sure that praise was warranted or is afraid that praise was wasted and isn’t going to amount to anything. Weird psychological crap. Brains, man. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em.

Look, you wrote some nice clean sentences up there. In the short span of a tumblr ask, you told me a little story. You did! And it made me feel feelings and want to engage with you. And that’s what writing is. Telling stories that engage you (first and foremost) and others. What I’m saying is that I am almost certain, based on one little tumblr ask, that your writing is most definitely not “stupid and terrible.”

(This got real long, whoops!)

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Strange attraction - Jervis tetch one shot

idk i just wanted to give writing one shots a try.
i always have little scenario and story ideas but suck at writing them up and i thought writing with jervis would be fun to try so this came out of it
first time writer here woopie i guess? idk im like so scared to actually post this so forgive me if its crappy IMTRYINGOK-

Originally posted by twelfth-monkey

The crowd applauded as the show came to an end. the crowd was bigger then Jervis had expected, many people came to him telling him the usual, how great the show was, asking him how he did it, but his focus was on the figure sitting by the bar speaking to the owner, his attention had been drawn to this person a longer then he’d like to admit, his eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to them, so there he sat, fiddling with his pocket watch, aimlessly nodding away muttering simple “Thank you’s” at the people giving him praise.
jervis honestly could care less about the empty words given by the crowd.

“He’s watching you, ya know” Barbara said nudging (y/n) which made you raised an eyebrow turning to look towards the man in question. Jervis gave you a charming smile before turning back to the people he was speaking with. you rolled your eyes, cheeks lightly dusting with a rosy pink color
“You should go talk to him, Maybe get his number” your friend laughed nudging you again. you rolled your eyes scoffing at her to which she just gave you an innocent smile “I’m heading out, I’ll see you later Babs” you said placing a few bucks down on the counter to pay for the drinks you had earlier In the night and grabbed your jacket

“I think your making a mistake not talking to him!” she shouted to you as you made your way through the crowd towards the exit.
pulling on your jacket once you got outside you had a tap on your shoulder causing you to look up in confusion, there before you with his hat to his heart was the great Jervis tetch himself.

“Hello there” he said as he gave a friendly smile bowing a little before placing his hat on his head. you gave a little smile giggling a bit “Hello there Mr Tetch” God how his heart raced to hear his name from your lips “Please, Just call me Jervis, and you are?” he put his hand out to you, which you gladly accepted shaking his hand gently “(Y/n) (l/n)” ‘such a lovely name for a lovely creature’ Jervis thought “It’s dangerous to be out this late by yourself, I’d feel horrible if something were to happen to someone so lovely, Would you mind if I walked you to your home?” he gently took your hand in his gently placing a kiss on the back of your hand.
you gave a soft smile and giggle nodding “I would love that”

I’m Sorry

Could you do a Newt x reader where Newt gets really hurt in a battle and the reader goes full on revenge and uses the death curse on the person who hurt Newt cuz she thinks he’s not gonna make it?

Hey Guys! so I realize its been a long time since i posted a fic and i apologize. I went into this really depressive state where i couldn’t bring myself to write and then stuff happened with my mom and its just a big mess. Hopefully i’ll be able to write more. Again im really sorry. I don’t know how this fic is gonna turn out because i haven’t written in so long so if it’s crappy then I apologize. 

Warnings: Mentions of blood, a swear and OOC!Newt


“You’re not going”

“Newt come on!” you shout. 

This was the second time today you’ve had this argument. You Newt was a high priority target after Grindelwald escaped. You got the owl while you were in your flat in London. MACUSA and MOM thought it was best Newt went back to New York, hoping that Grindelwald would assume he went back to England. Of course, you wanted to come but Newt wasn’t having it. 

“I’m not letting you endanger yourself just for me!” Newt yells throwing his arms to his hair. 

“Well, I’m not letting you go in alone” you counter. You hold a glare, the I'm coming with you whether you like it or not one. 

“Fine,” Newt says finally giving up, “But please promise me that you’ll be careful” Newt whispers taking your face in his hands. 

“Always am love” you reply nuzzling your face into his neck.

 With one last regretful look, Newt takes your hand and disapparates to the docks. Newt wouldn't stop fidgeting the whole boat ride. His brows furrowed and his back hunched over like he was in deep thought. 

“Hey, everything is going to be okay Newt. I promise” you say taking his hand and rubbing your thumb in a comforting matter. 

Newt looks up and gives you the best smile he could manage at the time. His smile twitched a bit. You could see the worry in his eyes and it made your heart break. You just wanted to take every worry from your sweet Hufflepuff and make it disappear. 

“You don’t know that” he answers. “Yes well, I’m trying to be optimistic” you shoot back earning a light chuckle from him. “You always were the optimistic one”  

He pulls you closer to him and buries his nose in your neck. He didn’t know what was to come but he knew that he would keep you as safe as he could. As soon as you stepped off the boat Tina appeared with some other Aurors and took you and Newt back to MACUSA. 

“I wish you were here under less serious circumstances Mr. Scamander” Tina says as you walk through MACUSA.

She leads you to the Presidents Office. Madame Picquery stands along with a couple other Aurors. 

“Mr. Scamander, you saved us from Grindelwald and we’re here to return the favor” Picquery explains, “You’ll be staying with Ms. Goldstein. Undercover aurors will be monitoring the building 24/7″  

Dinner was mostly quiet, other than the normal small talk it was silent. Everyone’s mind racing and trying to stay calm. You’re the first one to get up and go into the case to try to take your mind off of things. 

When you come back he’s in your shared room. His jacket strewn on the floor and his bow tie undone around his neck. His hair all ruffled and eyes red. “Oh Newt” embracing him you whisper reassurance all night. 

A loud crash sends your heart racing and your hand to your wand. Looking over at Newt he’s still sound asleep. You’ve always been a lighter sleeper. You wait and listen for another sound. You debate waking up Newt, ultimately deciding to just shake him a bit. It’s probably nothing but you know Newt would kill you if you didn’t say anything. He half wakes up when you shake his shoulder 

“Newt, I heard a loud crash but I’m not sure it’s dangerous. I’m going to check it out” 

“Not without me” he mumbles sleepily grabbing for his wand. 

Stifling a laugh you guided Newt’s hand to his wand. He stood up and followed you, a little noisily as he was still half asleep. 

Lumos  

Looking around nothing seems out of the ordinary. 

“I guess I got all worked up for nothing” turning to face Newt, he had a horrified face on. 

Tilting your head you follow his gaze down to your stomach. Eyes widening as you see blooding seeping through your shirt fast. you let out a quiet oh before walking towards Newt only to fall. Newt catches you and brings you slowly to the ground. He rips part of his shirt sleeve and holds it over your wound.

 A dark chuckle reveals a man holding a bloody knife. He throws down the knife and pulls out his wand. Newt scrambles up and points his wand, “Expelliarmus“ and the attacker is disarmed. He puts his hands up and a wicked smirk on his face.  

“You know, I was wondering why I couldn’t just use the killing curse, but now I see the appeal. Its much more fun to watch your love bleed to death, and you can’t do nothing about it. A welcome back to New York gift from Grindlewald, Mr. Scamander” Newts knuckles turn white, 

“You bloody bastard” Newt snarled, he was seething with rage. He glances down at you. 

“You know. I could kill you right here. Right now. Your life gone in an instant” A deadly smirk, one never seen on Newt before and hell it was scary. 

“You wouldn’t. I know your personality” his voice shakes. 

Sure Newt is usually calm and doesn’t resort to violence but something snapped inside him. 

Avada Ke- Expelliarmus Newt’s wand flew out of his hand. 

He whips his head to see Tina and Queenie. 

Petrificus Totalus 

Tina grabs the collar of the intruder. 

“I’m going to MACUSA to turn this guy in. Queenie, help Y/n to the hospital and you” she shouts turning to Newt. “You are going to stay right here and think about what the hell you could have just done” With a pop Tina was gone.

 All the anger seemed to leave Newt when he see’s Queenie trying to wake you up. 

“Newt, I’m going to have to apparate there. Stay here like Tina said. I wouldn’t try to cross her, she’s very mad at you right now” Queenie explains. 

Soon enough Newt was alone in the apartment. His hands shaking. He almost killed someone. He let his emotions cloud his judgment. He could have saved you if he just woke Tina up. Tears formed in his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye he see’s Tina return. 

“Its late so im not going to yell because i don’t want to wake up the neighbors. But tell me, what were you thinking? That man could give us information on Grindelwald and you were going to Kill him? What got into you” Tina’s voice was tight and Newt could tell she was trying to control her anger. 

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I just, I saw y/n bleeding and I felt helpless. M-my sadness turned into anger.” Newt collapses on the couch, head in hands. The room was silent, only occasional sniffs from Newt could be heard. 

“I could have saved them. I-I could have just stunned him a-and got you. I could have gotten them to the hospital faster. Oh, merlin Tina I might as well have killed y/n!” Newt cries out. 

“Newt…” Tina knew that she was going to have to bring Newt in for questioning about what happened. But for right now, she’s just going to be his friend. 

“It’s okay Newt, Y’n could still make it.” Tina whispers, rubbing his back soothingly. 

Tina let Newt cry until he fell asleep. Newt wakes up praying it was all a dream. But Aurors all over made it a cold hard reality. Tina glances over to see Newt awake. 

“Newt. I think it’s best to get you out of here.” she says ushering him out. 

“How’s y/n?” he asks. 

“The healers did the best they could. Y’n’s resting. They lost a lot of blood. But they’re strong Newt” Tina says with sympathy. “You can go visit for right now but I need you to come to MACUSA later” Newt nods and disapparates. 

He doesn’t say much and heads straight to your room. Newt sits beside you and takes your hand. 

“This is all my fault” he whispers. 

“Better me than you” Newt’s heart nearly stopped.

 You were okay. He had so many things to say but settled for 

“I’m sorry” His hand caressed your cheek and more tears pooled in his eyes. 

“Hey, I’m okay. I’m still here” you whisper comfortingly. Newt opens his mouth to say something else but you bring your hand to his lips. 

“I’m okay and that’s all that matters love. Now, I’m very tired, care to join me?” You ask trying to lighten the mood. 

He manages a small smile and carefully gets in next to you. He’s still hesitant to touch you. That fear in the back of his head saying he could do something and hurt you. You notice this of course and you take his hand and rub it reassuringly. 

“We don’t have to cuddle, but please, just let me hold your hand.” you ask. 

He nods and gets a little closer to you. After you drift off to sleep Newt moves some hair out of your face. 

I’m not letting anything happen to you. Never again 

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. 

so i saw this post and i was like I’M WRITING THIS FOR JONGKEY!!!! and well that’s what i did. something silly for myself haha.

the first tattoo that appears is a delicately inked constellation of stars across kibum’s bicep. it goes unnoticed until he’s in the shower and his resulting scream brings jinki running, slamming the door open.

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A Bryke Rant

You know what, I’m gonna say it…

Bryke…you guys suck for not letting us have a fourth season of A:TLA. You guys suck for cancelling the fourth season for your CRAPPY live-action movie adaptation. You guys suck for your horrible writing in the comics and TLOK. But most of all; you guys SUCK for making fun of your shipping fanbase, when in reality, the pairing that you made fun of(you know the one(hint: Zutara)) was going to ACTUALLY be canon, but at the last moment, YOUR IMMATURE ASSES wanted to make a weird turn with the series by:

1. Degrading Zuko and making him EVIL once again, just so you can make YOUR loved pairing to work. Like seriously, what the freak? Are you so against Zutara that you would DESTROY a character that EVERYBODY LIKES!?!? A SECOND TIME!?!? And just WHY can’t Zuko and Katara be FRIENDS!? WHAT THE CUSS WORD!?!? Are you THAT so insecure about your Kataang pairing that you would butcher characters left and right. I’ll say it right now, the comics are absolutely nothing to me. It just goes to show that you DON’T CARE about your characters, you just care about crap-filled romance, that YOU’RE NOT EVEN GOOD AT!

2. Make Kataang into this…obnoxious pairing that you shove into our faces, like you’re actually saying, “THIS IS CANON AND WE LIKE IT, SO DEAL WITH IT.”, not to mention that they really did ruin Katara’s and Aang’s characters because of this last minute decision. Look, if you like Kataang, then that’s fine, but even YOU ALL got to admit that these idiots(Bryke) didn’t do a good job at developing it! They just didn’t! Like they have to remind everyone that they’re together every single freaking time. That just shows that they are trying too damn hard and that even THEY had a hard time developing the pairing! Seriously! SERIOUSLY!

3. Just making TLOK in general(which I’m gonna say it again, I never watched it, and I never will), this disgrace of a ‘sequel’. The bullcrap romance and retarded story are so inconsistent, that I honestly don’t give a flying rat’s behind about the characters. I just don’t care. You’re writing SUCKS because of it!

Yeah, I’m mad. Can you tell? 

I’m just disgusted at the amount of incompetence these two carried. What is it in their little fantasy that they think they can do whatever they want, instead of going what was ORIGINALLY PLANNED, and try to not mess up their characters while they’re at it!?

(DEEP BREATH…EXHALE…)

I’m sorry…I just wanted to vent this all out…

It’s just…this series had SO MUCH potential to be something great and meaningful. And what happens? It goes into a downward spiral because of these two(Bryke) and their absurd ‘storytelling’.

Aaron Ehasz…you’re the one that made Avatar great…not these two doorknobs.

anonymous asked:

Chocobros reaction to finding out their s/o has a dark past that they kept secret? (Like they were apart of an evil gang or something when they were younger, before turning over a new leaf) Sorry if this is crappy? Tis my first ask and I'm nervous o-o" You write very beautifully, by the way!

Dark Past (Chocobros)

Thank you for the warm words, anon! I really appreciate it! This seems more like a fic idea than a headcanon one, so I’ll do my best. Let me know what you think!

Noctis.
A little taken aback. Feeling a little betrayed that they kept this from him, he’d need some space to process it properly. At the same time, he doesn’t want to push them away, but he can’t get himself to just gloss over it. It would weigh on him that he gave his trust to someone so fully and didn’t even know the real them. It’s important that they try to talk to him about how they regret their past. That speeds up the coping for him. Once he’s fully accepted that they’re working hard to be a better person, he’d be willing to give them another chance. But, it’d be like starting from scratch. Because he feels he needs to know them as they are and not as who he thought they were. 

Prompto.
Very sympathetic. And relieved. It would help him feel more secure in the relationship to see them open up about something so personal to them. He shares his own experiences with carrying a heavy secret and reassures them a great deal. Making it a point to tell them that he thinks they’re amazing and that what matters is how they’re doing their best to make up for whatever harm they’ve caused in the past. He’d encourage them to take part in supporting noble causes through charity/volunteer work, so that their progress is that much more visible to them.

Ignis.
Stressed out. He’s close to the Lucian Crown and the fact that someone with the potential to be dangerous was able to get close to him, would create some panic. He was at an impasse. He cared deeply for them but could he really trust that they’ve changed for the better? He wasn’t able to tell that they were coming from such a dangerous life, would he be able to tell they mean what they’re saying? Ultimately he’d stay with them, because his heart wouldn’t be able to just let go. But both of them would need to put in a lot of work to rebuild the trust in the relationship.

Gladiolus.
Something would click in his mind. For a while now, he could sense they had something they wanted to tell him. He was glad the weight was off their shoulders. Having seen how anxious they’d been before telling him, along with the genuine regret in their eyes, he can’t do anything but believe them. It wasn’t too much of a stretch for him to hear them talk about their past since there have been times where they’ve shown some odd skills no average person would have, along with a dismissive attitude when asked about it. When he pointed this out to them, they looked a little embarrassed for not hiding it better.

It’s the moment you’ve all been (scared) waiting for!!

So, um, I just wanna say, before I actually give out my face, that I appreciate that you beautiful humans like my page and that you’ve actually read my work and thought it was good enough to like it, reblog it, or just follow me for it. The comments, reblogs, tags, messages, asks, they’re all so sweet and nice that I just want to say thank you.

I know I don’t deserve this much, but I know you guys deserve to have something to read and someone to request ships from, hence why I’m thanking you. I thank you guys for accepting my crappy writing and always being so excited for second parts, it really means a lot. 

Anyway, the last thing I wanna do is take up your time, so.. um…

Here’s my face.

AGAIN!! 

I know you guys probably don’t want to see my face and think it was better off being hidden forever, but thank you for voting to see it even when you probably did it for pity.

anonymous asked:

Is there a way to bring up things that have happened to my characters in the past without using flashbacks? I'm writing a story revolved around two characters that knew each other as children and reunited as adults, but I don't like flashbacks and don't want to use a lot of them when I want to address how a character has changed over the years. Is there anyway to do this?

Hi there, anon <3  Thanks for your question!

So the beauty of your particular situation is that, once two people reunite after years of being apart, they’re prone to discuss the past – especially if things ended poorly.  Seeing a childhood friend as an adult means you’re taking a memory of how they were as a kid (Point A) and trying to connect it to who they are as an adult (Point B) – so you’re both going to ask questions about each other.  It’s how the mind processes someone’s identity with missing information.

Beyond that, it’s natural to be curious about oneself as a child – and revisiting childhood friends is a great way to gain perspective on childhood situations and memories that may feel clouded.  So when your two characters reunite (and try to figure out how to interact now), their conversations will probably include:

“Dude, do you remember when our moms made us go on that field trip and we wandered off and…”

“You work in carpentry?  That’s a far cry from captain-cheerleader-slash-ice-princess…”

“No thanks, man.  I still have a dent in my head from the last time you asked me to trust you.”

So conversation works as one outlet for backstory.  Another possibility is using your characters’ thoughts in a non-flashback platform – for example, I’ll use a (really old and crappy) paragraph from my second novel, about two characters who reunite after a trauma years ago.

There was a prominent and relaxed smile on her face… and then, for the first moment since he’d crawled into her bedroom nearly a week ago, he recognized her.  He knew who she was when she smiled, the way she constantly did when she was younger.

When had she grown up so much?  Now, settled on these ropes, smiling with her longer face and her longer hair, without her makeup and her sundresses… she looked like an adult. She looked mature.

It was just that when she smiled, it looked like nothing had happened to her at all.

Seriously, like… it was a really crappy novel.  Sorry about that.

But what these paragraphs imply, without the use of flashbacks, is that: (1) “she” was a positive/feminine/innocent personality sometime before they parted ways; (2) “he” did not consider himself positive/innocent, and thought of this as a non-adult, immature worldview; & (3) something “happened to her” that changed her worldview, or at least how she carries herself.  That’s a good amount of information to squeeze out of a smile.

That’s the gist of what I’m saying, here.  When you don’t show literal flashback scenes of what happened in the past – when you just allow your characters’ thoughts to call back to the good ol’ days – you’re painting a more realistic picture of how people think.  Plus, you’re not interrupting the story nearly as much with a few thoughts, as opposed to a flashback sequence.

And lastly, another good way to get information is to introduce a third-party character and mention one of the two main characters to them.  For instance: if Eloise and Danny meet at the grocery store and have an awkward encounter, the reader won’t know why the encounter is so awkward.  But then, if Eloise goes home and tells her roommate that ugh, she saw Danny at the grocery store, and her roommate goes, wait, what’s up with you and Danny? and Eloise groans and replies, he’s the one who stood me up for senior prom.  I haven’t seen him since we avoided each other at the reunion.  Then the reader gets plenty of information, quickly, naturally, and from a reliable source!

TL;DR: show the characters’ history through conversation between them, through their internal thoughts, or through conversation with a third party.

Anyway, that’s all I have for you!  Thanks for your question :)  Happy writing!


If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask me!

anonymous asked:

HEYHEYHEY sleepover Saturday Drabble for Angelica X Jefferson? Thanks!

AN: This is very short and shitty, so I’m sorry. It’s also very late. I’m so sorry, anon.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1163

Summary: Jefferson knows that Angelica Schuyler is too smart to let him into her heart, but that doesn’t mean that he hasn’t fallen for her. 

Angelica Schuyler x Thomas Jefferson

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imagine-psycho-imagine  asked:

Hello I'm new if you are accepting requests can I request some rfa+v+seran as slightly yandere. ☺️❤️

I’m so sorry it took SO FRICKING LONG to answer this but Tumblr deleted my draft so I had to start over again :/// but I hope I did this justice and thanks so much for requesting!! I promise to others who request it won’t be this long so keep requesting!! These are kinda short so I’m sorry about that :/

Zen:

- You were talking with Yoosung on the phone about LOLOL
- “Dude I’m so much better than you it’s not even funny. Check the scoreboards!” You tell him
- “You and I both know that Seven’s the only reason you’re up there! You bribed him!”
- That may or may not be correct
- “Whatever. This weekend, you and me. LOLOL tournament,” you told him
- After going back and forth for a bit, you decided on a date and time. You hung up the phone and looked over to Zen, leaning against the doorway. His face showed an emotion you weren’t sure you’d ever seen on his face before
- “Zen? Is something wrong?”
- He didn’t say anything. Instead, he entered the room, shutting the door behind him (locking it)
- He backed you against the wall next to your bed, and whispered in your ear
- “I’m going to make you want to stay home this weekend”
- Believe me, after that night, you were his

Yoosung:

(On the messenger)

MC: Seven, how’d you manage to find my secret tumblr?!? My name isn’t even on it??

707: I have my ways ;) lolol

MC: You seriously have to teach me this stuff. I could use a way to get dirt on my friends

707: Sure babe ;)

MC: Seven, you’re sounding like Zen…

707: Ugh… you’re right. I better go then

MC: Okay, bye!

707: Agent 707, over and out!

707 has left the chatroom
You left the chatroom

- After the chat with Seven, you decided to see what Yoosung was up to
- You found him sitting on the couch, eyes narrowed at his phone
- You sat next to him, turning on the TV
- After five minutes of silence, you turned to him to ask what was wrong
- “I saw you on the messenger earlier,” was all he said
- “What- you mean talking to Seven?”
- He scoffed at your response. “You mean flirting??”
- You laughed at this. Why would he think that you would be flirting? He knew you only loved him
- “Oh, I don’t think it’s very funny, MC. In fact, I think it needs to be punished
- You can tell where this was going
- Before you could respond, he pounced on you, slamming his lips on yours

Jaehee:

Okay well I don’t think I could write Jaehee as yandere!!!! This angel is just too pure and perfect and I think it would be to ooc for her. Sorry :((

Jumin:

- You had just gotten home from work to find Elizabeth III purring on the couch
- Finding this too adorable, you sat next to her, snuggling her next to your chest
- The two of you were playing for almost a half hour before Jumin got home
- He felt something in his chest, looking at you and Elizabeth III
- Jealousy? I mean, who else would be jealous of a cat tbh
- He called one of his workers to collect her and take her to her room
- Acting as if nothing happened, he walked over to you
- “I was just playing with Elly and that man took her away,” you frowned
- He ignored you and whispered in your ear
- “I can show you a much better time than Elizabeth ;)”
- He most definitely did

Saeyoung:

- Saeyoung was working for the day so you spent some quality time with Saeran
- You decided to take him out for ice cream
- He didn’t say much while you were out, but you could tell he was enjoying himself
- When you got back, he hugged you as a thank you for the ice cream
- You kinda stood there in shock; you’ve never gotten a hug from Saeran before
- Saeyoung had seen it, and was not exactly happy
- “So you decided to go for my brother the day I’m working, huh?”
- You told him that he was wrong; of course you weren’t
- He didn’t seem to buy it, so you took his head in your hands and put your lips on his
- This seemed to wake him up; he lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom
- “Even if you were thinking of going for him, I wouldn’t let that happen;)”
- it was an eventful night lol

V:

I’m sorry again lol but V is such a sweetie I couldn’t do it. It wouldn’t do justice to his character :/ I’m so sorry :(

Saeran:

- You had been playing Mario Kart with Saeyoung for hours: it was basically a marathon
- Saeran was getting anxious, he just wanted you all to himself
- He decided to take action
- He went into the room and just /picked/ you up
- Like he just grabbed you lol
- You tried to protest that you were winning, but he wasn’t having it
- Saeyoung even tried to protest, but with one look from his brother, he shut up
- “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long. You’re mine now;)”

Okay so that was it! Sorry if it was really crappy or ooc. I feel like the yandere concept is always gonna be a lil ooc so whatever. It was pretty mild yandere they just got kinda jealous lol. But requests are open! I’m doing matchups now too so tell me a little about yourself and I’ll match you with an RFA member! Thanks:)

anonymous asked:

Hello, so XD Could I request something angsty and blood-filled with Saeran? U know, pain, fear and such (dammitwhatamicravingfor) Ur allowed to make it 200% gore (if it's nsfw, up to you, I don't care much tbh;;).... Dunno, just to the bloodiest and dreadful thing ur able to, I count on u ♥ ~@yandereshit, I'd be glad if u tagged me while responding, otherwise I'll probably miss it ;_____;

((Hey @yandereshit! I hope this is okay, I haven’t obsessed over MM in so long, so I really don’t know how this will turn out? And I’m assuming you want a really angsty Saeran and S/O one shot so I’ll write that with S/O being a she. If that’s not what you wanted, I’m really sorry!! Just tell me if I did it right or not- But I hope you enjoy this! Also REALLY sorry if I posted this late, I just had an idea on how to write this))

Warning: This contains cursing and triggers of kidnapping, rape, suicide and murder. If you have trouble reading any of the following, don’t read! You have been warned.

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Blood. That’s all she saw and smelt. Blood all over her body from cuts, especially down there. Her hands were handcuffed on the bedhead. She had nothing on the her lower-half of her body. Luckily she was alone, her father wasn’t there to see all the tears she was shedding. All she wanted was to get out of this house and go back to Saeran, the one she loved.

Before this happened, she was just going out to get groceries, and told Saeran she’d be fine. That, however, was a big mistake. Unfortunately, she was found by her drunken and sexually abusive father that she ran away from and was forcefully dragged back into that hell hole she once escaped from before meeting the RFA. She was tied up and brutally beaten, occasional swear words coming from him about her leaving for years and never coming back. Then, those uncomfortable slurs rang in her ears as he did the unthinkable to his own daughter once again.

She was relieved he had to leave to take some business call, at least he wouldn’t see her miserable, pathetic face like that. Her body was sore, she tried escaping but was too weak to consider it. All she did now, was pray that Saeran would find her, and slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

……

*SLAP!*

“Hey~ What’re you doing sleeping? You were SUPPOSED to stay awake till I was done!”

She was slapped back into consciousness and gasped in pain before looking up weakly.

“I-I’m sorry fa-”

*WHACK!*

“What did I say about talking back to me?”

A punch to her stomach. She gasped and coughed up some blood, shutting her eyes. She figured he drank too much again and didn’t say anything more in fear of being hit again. She could only look at him with her eyes that were barely opened. The fear increased in her body as she saw him pull out a knife and walked more towards her.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you for disobeying me~”

“N-no, p-ple-ACK!”

He began dragging the knife slowly across her neck, but just barely enough to inflict pain as he dragged it to her chest and started making cuts on her chest. The cuts on the stomach were deeper than the ones she had before. She couldn’t help but scream in pain. Her scream comes to an abrupt stop when she is hit across the face with a hard slap.

“Stop making noise, you whore.”

She could only sob quietly as he continued making cuts all over he body, and when he was done, he admired his work from afar with a smirk.

“That’s what happens when you disob-”

*CRASH!*

“MC?!? WHERE ARE YOU??”

“….!!!!”

That voice belonged to Saeran, but she couldn’t hear the rest as she was slowly fading away from blood loss. The only thing she heard clearly was the sound of a door slamming open, then a gunshot.

“MC!!! STAY WITH ME!!”

She was in someone’s arms, it was a warm feeling. She managed to open her eyes and see Saeran, with tears in his eyes. She smiled weakly at him.

“I’m…glad….I get….to see you…..for the last….time…..”

“NO! MC, what are you talking about!? You’re going to be okay! Just hang in there! PLEASE!”

“I’m….sorry….Saeran…”

Her eyes shut for the last time, and a scream echoed throughout the room just as Saeyoung entered.

…….

It’s been how many days since she passed? Who knew. Saeran hasn’t left his room since the incident. All that was plagued in his mind was the way she looked before passing on. Since then, he had a lot of cuts on his arms and legs, hoping one day he’d just bleed out like she did. He couldn’t take it. His heart couldn’t take it. He felt a void in his heart, one so strong that not even he had the last time when he hated his twin brother for leaving him. 

No one was home. Saeyoung left to meet up with Yoosung about something to get for Saeran to help him cope, but that didn’t matter. He grabbed his gun he held onto for so long and sat on his bed. His eyes were full of tears as he aimed the gun on his head.

“Forgive me…”

*BANG!*

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(I’m sorry if this wasn’t what you wanted or if it was a bit…ehhhh, but feel free to send me a message if you want something different from this!)

Adam woke with his heart hammering to the sound of his door bursting open and as the light was switched on by the intruder, momentarily blinding him, he had made it halfway out of bed. He stood blinking at the dark shape of a single figure as his eyes slowly adjusted to the sudden brightness and his head stopped spinning from the abrupt movement.

“For God’s sake, Parrish,” exclaimed the intruder angrily.

Ronan Lynch.

Adam sunk back onto his bed, letting images of his father breaking into his crappy apartment fade from his mind.

“Why was that door unlocked?” Ronan demanded, slamming said door and turning back to Adam.

“Well, for starters,” Adam began, squinting up at him, “I don’t usually expect people to come bursting in like that.”

Anyone could come bursting in,” Ronan admonished, taking his leather jacket off and throwing it over one of Adam’s makeshift box-tables. “Don’t be an idiot.” Adam was too tired to get defensive and he’d been called worse things by Ronan so he let it go and shrugged. Ronan leaned down and unlaced his boots, before pulling them off. He walked over to Adam.

“Are you listening to me? Lock the fucking door,” he said. Adam looked up at him. His hair was longer than it usually was. It was still closely cropped, but the ends were starting to wisp outwards, almost forming the beginnings of curls. Adam’s eyes moved from his hair to his face and he saw the intensity in his eyes. He quickly got up to lock the door.

“What are you doing here?” Adam asked as he walked back over to the bed. Ronan was absent-mindedly studying the cover of one of Adam’s school books but when Adam spoke, he let it fall back onto a box-table. “What time is it anyway?” Adam continued and Ronan slid his phone out of his back pocket.

“It’s half past two,” he said casually, briefly lighting the screen up, as if it were normal to visit people at two in the morning. “And Chainsaw wanted to go out, she was restless.” He slipped his phone back into his pocket.

Adam looked pointedly at Ronan’s shoulder. “Where is she?”

“She didn’t want to come,” Ronan said, waving his hand dismissively as if this was a perfect explanation that didn’t completely contradict what he’d just said and he flopped down onto Adam’s mattress, making himself comfortable.

“Make yourself at home,” Adam muttered but he hardly minded. Ronan had spent plenty of time in his room and he couldn’t bring himself to argue. He crossed the room to switch the light off, then walked round to the other side of the bed. He climbed under the sheet, while Ronan lay on top if it.

He could distinctly feel Ronan’s eyes on him and he let himself enjoy the attention in the silent darkness of the room, staring up at the ceiling. But the longer he lay there, the more he thought about Ronan lying beside him and he felt his cheeks grow warm as a blush spread up his neck. He was thankful for the darkness in that moment.

“What are you doing here?” Adam asked again, his voice almost a whisper, not wanting to disrupt the quiet.

“I already told you,” Ronan replied, his tone matching Adam’s. It was unusual to hear Ronan talk so softly and Adam turned his gaze to him, attempting to study his face but it was engulfed in shadows.

“You said Chainsaw wanted to go out. You could have taken her anywhere, yet you ended up here,” he paused, “without Chainsaw.” He wasn’t sure why he was pushing Ronan for some sort of explanation when he dropped by at Adam’s all the time. But tonight just felt different.

“If you’re that bothered, Parrish, I’ll go,” Ronan said and he sat up. Adam decided quickly that he didn’t want him to go and grabbed his upper arm. Ronan turned where he sat and looked down at Adam’s hand.

“Sorry,” said Adam and he dropped his hand into his lap. Ronan remained where he was and he had a look in his eye. Something between a hesitant hope and a flash of vulnerability. Adam hesitated before lifting his hand again, reaching out to him and in response Ronan turned to face him. He put one hand against his cheek, feeling the light scattering of stubble underneath his fingertips.

“Is this alright?” He whispered and Ronan gulped visibly and nodded in response.

Adam had thought about kissing Ronan before. It wasn’t that he fantasized about it, it was simply that it had crossed his mind a few times. He imagined Ronan would have kissed him aggressively, his lips heavy and his hands forceful and rough, so Adam was completely shocked when he kissed him for the first time.

Ronan’s lips were soft and he pulled Adam closer gently. He was tentative and pulled away occasionally for air and as he did so, he looked into Adam’s eyes as if he constantly needed to check it was still Adam he was kissing and that Adam still wanted to be there.

“So this is why you’re here,” Adam breathed, momentarily pulling away.

“Shut the fuck up,” Ronan murmured and closed the small gap between them again, but he was smiling against Adam’s lips.