Jump City General Hospital. May 5th, 2018. 12:23 AM.
“Mr. Wayne! What can you tell us about your fiancée??”
“Mr. Wayne, why did you decide to get engaged so early on?”
“Damian, when are you planning on having the wedding!?”
“Mr. Wayne, have the two been physical with one another yet??”
Damian let out an irritated groan as he shuffled over to a little
table in the hospital cafeteria, tugging at his hospital gown as he
sat down across from Raven and Cassandra. Being the son of Bruce
Wayne often brought with it even more unwanted attention than being
the son of Batman. He turned, smiling as he put on his best “rich
young socialite” face to address the members of Jump City’s
“Alright, alright, in order…” the young Titan began. “One:
her name is Rachel Roth, and she’s awesome. Two: it was a
spur of the moment thing, and we both agreed that a Promise Ring
seemed a little redundant. Three: we’ve decided to have a prolonged
engagement. Details about our wedding are TBA if and when we
deem it appropriate. And who’s the idiot who asked whether or not
we’ve been doin’ it?” Damian scanned the mob of reporters until
one of them slowly raised his hand. “You. Shame on you, and shame
on your paper. I’m fifteen years old, I can’t even have my own
Netflix account yet. Of course we’re not havin’ sex.”
“Seems like the apple falls pretty far from the tree then, doesn’t
it?” The reporter shot back with a sudden burst of confidence.
Damian snickered. “Yeah, I guess it does.”
“Good thing, too!” Everyone in the room turned to see Bruce Wayne
saunter across the cafeteria, a bag of hot sandwiches in his hand.
After a collective gasp, the fleet off paparazzi began snapping photo
after photo of the billionaire as he moved to join the others at the
“Oh, good! You found the sub shop!” Damian grinned as his father
sat down next to him, passing out a sandwich to each of his children
at the table.
“Your buddy Garfield would hate me if he saw what I got us all,”
Bruce grinned as he unwrapped his meal, taking in a deep breath as
steam wafted from the pile of meat and bread into his. “No tofu
here, ladies and gents!”
This of course invoked a swarm of new questions and pestering from
the members of the media, to which Bruce responded by pulling out a
small device from his pocket, pressing a button which disabled the
countless cameras and microphones surrounding them.
“Get lost, ya vultures!” Bruce waved his hand dismissively as the
crowd of people dispersed, until only one paparazzo remained.
“Just one more question…” the man in the big hat and coat
insisted as he approached the table.
“Leave,” Cassandra replied, her voice low. “Please.”
“Aw, come on Cassie…” a flurry of his coat later, everyone
smiled as Tim Drake dropped into the seat beside his sister. “Is
that any way to talk to family?”
“Tim!” Cass threw her arms around Tim as everyone laughed.
“You made it!”
“Hey, I heard you guys needed my help! What was I supposed to do,
say no? Besides, I owed Dad a favor,” Tim replied with a wink.
“Steph is out lookin’ for a place to park.”
“You let Stephanie drive you here?” Damian laughed softly,
taking care not to aggravate his injuries. “You’re braver than I
gave you credit for, Timothy.”
“Excuse you?” Raven cocked an eyebrow as she looked across
the table at her fiancé. “You must have hit your head harder than
you thought, otherwise you would remember why you’re out of
commission to begin with.”
“Drunk drivers? Oh, I remember that.” Damian smirked back
at her, his cheeks stuffed with brisket.
“I would have said ‘lowering your defenses on the road’, but
sure. That too,” Bruce joked, holding a half of his sandwich up to
Tim. “Want some?”
“I’m good, thanks.” Drake waved off Bruce’s offer. “But
again, Dame? Don’t even worry about Nygma. Steph and I can take
care of everything. I’ve been a Titan before… sure, it was
pre-Raven, but the team can’t have changed THAT much, right?”
Raven took in a hiss of a breath through her teeth. “Well…”
Tim turned to Raven, one brow raised. “… what is that supposed to
mean? Like… who’s on the roster right now?”
“Well… Beast Boy is still there,” Damian started, “and so is
his girlfriend Terra, the geomancer… then of course there’s
Superboy, Blue Beetle…”
“He’s cool, don’t worry. Then Kori, Raven, and I guess you and
“Well, no.” Raven whipped her head back around to Damian. “No
Raven. I’m not leaving.”
“Right. Unless you absolutely need to, but let’s not get
into that. We’re good…” Damian looked back down at his lunch
thoughtfully for a moment, then turned his eyes back to Tim. “There’s
another thing I need you to keep an eye out for, though. There’s,
uhh… there’s someone else going around right now. An impostor…
someone pretending to be Red X. I don’t know who they are exactly,
but I know they’re female, about my height, and evidence suggests
that they’re former League of Assassins. She referred to me as
‘Prince’, she knows my name, her fighting style is identical to
mine… but I can’t figure out who exactly they are.”
Tim paused for a moment before nodding solemnly. “If she shows up,
we’ll catch her. I promise.”
Damian was draped over his bed, his eyes wandering over the ceiling
and his fingers tracing little squiggles into the back of Raven’s
hand on his chest. He’d appreciated everyone giving the two of them
some time alone; Tim and Stephanie had left for Titans Tower, and his
father and sister decided to explore the city a bit, so it had been
just him and Raven for the past hour or so. He wanted to talk to her
about some things that had been weighing on his mind lately, but he
decided it wasn’t the time for that. Right now, he just wanted to
appreciate her presence, take in the silence, draw serenity from her.
Days like this were becoming more and more frequent in Damian’s
life, which he wasn’t sure how to feel about… but he decided to
enjoy it while he could.
And he did… right up until the door opened, and the nurse came back
into the room.
“Hey Mr. Wayne!” The woman chirped brightly. She was young,
probably just fresh out of med school, and did her best to keep
smiling throughout her interactions with, Damian could only assume,
all of her patients. Given that he was in the ICU, Damian understood
that the other patients she must have to tend to were probably all
much worse off than him, so he appreciated her efforts. “Hope now
isn’t a bad time, but we gotta keep those incisions clean.”
“You’re fine, ma'am,” Damian replied with a smile, doing his
best to give off positive vibes for the nurse. “After all,
infection is the last thing we need, isn’t it?”
“You got that right.” The young attendant nodded with a smile as
she helped Damian lean forward. “Okay, let’s get this gown off
“Oh!” Raven turned to the window, her cheeks a slight shade of
pink. “Uh, should I leave the room?”
The nurse turned to Raven quizzically. “I don’t see why. So long
as you’re not touching the stitches or anything, you prob'ly won’t
get 'em contaminated…”
“It’s not that, ma'am…” Damian rubbed the back of his neck
awkwardly. “We’ve never really seen each other… y'know.”
“Oh! Really?” The young woman seemed surprised. “That’s a
little odd. I mean, aren’t you two… actually nevermind, that’s
not my business. But you don’t need to go anywhere, Ms. Roth.”
Raven kept her eyes to the window as the nurse tended to Damian’s
stitches. This took about six minutes, and when she left, Damian let
out a sigh of relief.
“… is that weird?” Raven turned back to Damian with an
expression that displayed her pondering. “We’re getting married,
but I’ve never actually seen you without… well, I’ve actually
never even seen you without a shirt.”
“Well, you have to keep in mind, we’ve got this whole five-year
engagement thing going…” Damian replied, stopping to gather his
thoughts. “… so y'know, we’re taking that five year period to
really get to know everything we can about each other. Like, yeah,
we’ve been together for a whole year, you’ve looked into the
deepest corners of my soul, and I’m closer to you than anyone else
in the world, but… y'know. I still don’t know everything about
“Yeah… I guess we still have a good bit to learn about one
another.” The half-demon sat down gently on the side of the bed. “…
Besides, I kind of like not focusing on the physicality of our
relationship. I love you for you, not your appearance.”
“Exactly,” Damian said with a nod. “I mean, that’s not to say
you’re not physically…”
“Oh, I think we’ve covered that.” Raven winked,
recalling a previous conversation about the physical aspects of their
relationship. Damian blushed as the witch-girl snickered.
“… How do you think Tim is gonna handle the team?” The Son of
Batman turned his gaze back to the window. Clearly, this had been
weighing on his mind all day; it wasn’t in Damian’s nature to sit
on the sidelines, so this “analog recovery” business was
something he hadn’t done since he joined the Titans. His warrior
spirit yearned to return to Titans Tower, to get back to the streets
of his city, to keep his people safe. Raven felt this struggle within
him, and placed a comforting hand on his knee.
“They’ll be okay, Damian,” she whispered, smiling softly as
Damian turned to look back at her. “Promise. You don’t have to
Damian smiled back, letting his concerns drift to the back of his
mind as she captured his attention with her gaze. “Okay.”
But really, thank you guys so much. I’ve been having a rough time this past month and just getting the chance to say hi and thank you to your face means so much. Ethan, you’re an adorable unicorn. Tyler, ur fuckin hilarious and you do indeed give the best hugs. Mark, ur a dork but I love you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
‘Why do Feysand and Rowaelin not get treated exactly the same way in the narrative/look exactly the same/why does Rhys do some things Rowan doesn’t/why is Rowan allowed to do some things that the narrative addresses with Rhys and points out that they’re not good’? repeat forever.
Because there is not one model of a good/healthy relationship. It does not work Feyrhys = healthy; everything else = toxic.
Because women are not carbon copies of one another. We have different tastes. We have different likes. We have different needs in a relationship. We are our own individual people and we need our partners to respond to our personal preferences, likes, and dislikes and not simply have someone behave exactly the same way to every single person they’re with.
Feyre dislikes feeling smothered or not having her full freedom and independence. As such, when the mating bond snaps into place between her and Rhys, Rhys carefully explains to her why he feels protective and territorial and that he is working to stop doing that. Because she has been in an abusive relationship before where someone has done these things to an unhealthy leveland is uncomfortable with any minor repetition of them. Rhys addresses her personal concerns and her personal needs and that is why the narrative picks this out and unpicks it and explains it with Rhys but not with Rowan.
Aelin is a completely different character with a completely different backstory, a completely different set of insecurities and a completely different set of needs and Rowan responds to them. Aelin does not have a problem with Rowan being territorial or protective over, not in the way Feyre does. It might be a vague annoyance sometimes (AT THE VERY MOST) and even then she’s dismissive of it and it amuses her and it is never taken too far to the point that it restricts her freedom/the choices she can make/the things that she can do. And she is not in any way triggered by it as she has not experienced the same kind of abuse that Feyre has.
Territorial behaviour of the kind that comes natural to the fae is not in itself abusive/unhealthy. Protectiveness over the people that you care about is not in itself unhealthy/abusive. What would be unhealthy would be to expect men to treat every single woman he meets/is with exactly the same way because it suits one single woman. That is reductive and frankly insulting.
I have no doubt that Rhys would behave differently with Aelin and that Rowan would behave differently with Feyre because they are individual people with individual needs and desires and expecting Aelin to be treated the same as Feyre because this is apparently the only standard of a healthy relationship is frankly a little bit misoygnistic because, shock horror, not all women think the same/feel the same/like/dislike the same things. Isn’t that amazing? It’s as though we’re real people who know what we like and don’t like and expect the people closest to us to respect that and respond accordingly. Incredible.
TL;DR Stop comparing Feyrhys and Rowaelin. Especially if the purpose of this is to say ‘Rhys does x, this is good for Feyre and makes their relationship healthy. Rowan does not do x, therefore this is bad for Aelin and makes their relationship unhealthy’ because, newsflash, that’s not the way it works.
There is no one way to have a good, positive relationship. In fact that thinking in itself is unhealthy. Different people have different needs and their partners should therefore behave differently so suit those needs, not just mirror another’s behaviour because it has been deemed ‘The Most Healthy And Appropriate Way To Behave With Women’. Because. Guess what? Not all women are going to want/respond well to that and you ignoring their needs and wants in order to try and fulfil this idealistic idea of a perfect relationship is not healthy. Rowan is responding to what Aelin personally wants/needs/feels comfortable with. He is not Rhys, he does not behave like Rhys and that is completely okay because Aelin is not Feyre and does not need him to do that for her.
Although the idea of Junkrat and Roadhog joining Overwatch because it was either that or go to prison is most probable, I really like the idea of them just kinda, showing up one day. They’re just sitting in the Overwatch living room drinking tea and everyone is just like, um how the fuck did you get in here? Roadhog and Junkrat just laugh and very plainly state that they’re joining Overwatch, thank you very much. The worlds going to shit and if they can help save it by blowing up some omnics, then yeah, they’ll lend a hand. (also bounty hunters would have to be stupid to try and get to them through Overwatch, but they’re not gonna mention that part) This, as you can imagine, is met with a unanimous- Hell no. Problem is, Overwatch can’t exactly just send them off to prison at this point cause they will 100% tell the authorities that Overwatch, a technically criminal organization, is in fact still operating and they know where the base is and who their operatives are. And thanks to the grenades hooked up to Junkrat, killing them isn’t an option either. In the end, Overwatch doesn’t really have much of a choice but to let two of the world’s most wanted criminals join them. Overwatch isn’t happy about this in the slightest, but Roadhog and Junkrat? Well they think its hilarious.