… OR “I give this issue two out of two WOO!s (unlike the issue itself which only gave us one heh heh heh).”
New creative team, new story arc, and Etta says “Woo!” I had a good feeling about Shea Fontana on Wonder Woman because she is an expert at distilling the essence of each superhero she writes (which is basically all of them, have you read DC Super Hero Girls?)! Fam, my optimism was right this time! This issue is SOLID.
“Pairings: Damian Wayne x sister!Reader, Batfam x batsis!reader
Requested by anon:
Hiiii can I request more Damian x batsis but she is 5 years old and can it be super fluffy just like the one of avengers assemble, I swear it was the cutest thing ever💗💗💗💗 it can be about Halloween and matching costumes or going to the park or him helping her with kindergarten homework just something really fluffy
I hope you like this anon, I struggled through this one. In the accountancy period. I write in school. I get in trouble. Who cares.
I hate thinking about your pretty face covered in tears, but I know why you’re crying because I’ve been in your place. This isn’t a high school thing or an age thing. It’s a people thing. A life thing. It doesn’t stop. It doesn’t end or change. People cut other people down for entertainment, amusement, out of jealousy, because of something broken inside them. Or for no reason at all.
It’s just what they do, and you’re a target because you live your life loudly and boldly. You’re bright and joyful and so many people are cynical. They won’t understand you and they won’t understand me. But the only way they win is if your tears turn to stone and make you bitter like them. It’s okay to ask why. It’s okay to wonder how you could try so hard and still get stomped all over. Just don’t let them change you or stop you from singing or dancing around to your favorite song.
If they don’t like you for being yourself, be yourself even more.
Every time someone picks on me, I’ll think of you in the hopes that every time someone picks on you, you’ll think of me… and how we have this thread that connects us. Let them keep living in the darkness and we’ll keep walking in the sunlight.
*Making a masterlist for this series for easy reading!
It’s pure torture. You sit in the cell block, listening to
all the others coughing and wheezing, hacking up blood. Sweat pours off you,
sticking to the sheets of the bed, chilling you to the bone. You feel something
inside of you trying to come up, though you haven’t had an appetite since the
The doctor looked you over, claiming that you wouldn’t get
any worse than a few coughs, possibly a fever, it wasn’t as bad as his other
patients. You thought that was simply wishful thinking on his part, not wanting
to help another one.
The door opens and you pray that it isn’t Daryl, pray that
he hasn’t been told where you are or that he’ll be smart enough to stay away
from you and this block. You don’t need him getting sick, if he wasn’t already.
Sasha’s voice travels through the cellblock, through the
other sounds, the coughing and the sneezing. You sit up slowly, glancing out of
your cell to catch a glimpse of her. You feel your body tense up, your stomach
disagreeing with the move. You lean over the side of the bed and gag, nothing
coming out since there is nothing to leave your stomach.
“Sash…” You gasp, holding your hand up for her. She turns
her head, her eyes growing double in size when she realizes who you are.
She looks terrible. She’s pale, her lips are drying and her
eyes are bloodshot, looking exactly how you feel. Sweat drips off her face,
staining the back of her shirt and under her breasts the most. She looks over
at the doctor, who appears from under the steps. He holds onto them for