universal kit

Toast

Prompt: Could you do the reader Batmom meeting a Batmom from another universe, and how the two react to each other being so different/alike?

Requested by: railover85

Fandom: DC

AN: Used a reader insert and my OC Kit to pull this off :)


    You stare at the woman in front of you and contemplate your differences. Your professions were completely different. She loved onions and you hated them. She had siblings… well so did you, but you weren’t raising them. Yes, at first glance you and Kit Blair had very little in common.

    But at heart, you knew the two of you valued the same things. You both loved Bruce, and had apparently saved him from a life of bachelorhood. You had both taken in the boys without any thought. You’d both gone along with the Batman thing. And you both had a thing for moscato wine.

    “Does your Bruce snore?”

    You look at the small woman across from you and nod, “Yep. I try to go to bed before him so I don’t hear it. I’m doomed if I wake up in the middle of the night though.”

    “Same here.”

    You take a sip of wine, “Does Damian have a lot of pets with you guys?”

    She nods, “A dog, two cats, a fish. I put my foot down on the cow though. We sent it to live with the Kents.”

    You sigh, “I didn’t say ‘no’ to the cow. That’s how I ended up with some sort of demon thing living in the cave.” She stares at you, and you say, “Don’t ask.”

    She holds up her glass, “Also known as my motto for the past twenty years.” You can only smile and toast right alongside her.

When Eyes Meet: Part 1

This series feature’s my OC Kit, and her family. Below are links that provide more information. Enjoy!


“He lost his shoe, Diane. His shoe. How does a certified genius lose his shoe?” Diane, the planner for the event simply smiled, before taking a piece of pastry and popping it in her mouth.

“And then there’s Aki, she’s joined the theatre club. I’ve been listening to her and Maia run lines for the past week, and to be honest, I don’t know if I can take much more.” Diane’s smile widened, and Kit took a deep breath before trudging on in her rant,

“On top of that, Seth was suspended… again. And oh, yeah he’s failing math and science.” Kit focused on her friend before asking, “Seriously? You have nothing to say?”

    Diane brushed her hands off, swallowed her bit of food, and then smirked, “Only what I’ve been saying for the past four months. You need a vacation.”

    Kit felt her face slip into a deadpan, before her mouth twisted into a scowl, “You’re not funny.”

    Diane leaned over the counter, “Just a weekend Kit. They can survive for a weekend.”

    Kit envied Diane, the woman had no clue what went into raising two teenagers and a boy genius. She was blissfully unaware of the constant teacher phone calls, the exaggerated, blown out of proportion arguments, lost shoes and books, and the nagging of a know-it-all aunt who wanted to take over. Kit could feel her hair graying by the day, and it was a damn shame. Her hair was pretty.

    “How about just a night. We both have Wednesday and Thursday off. You can get a baby sitter and we can PARTY!” Kit said nothing as she removed food from the oven. “Come on Kit you’re twenty five, not fifty two! We should have some fun.”

    Kit turned and stared at her friend, “I’m a single mother to three kids Diane. They come first, and that means putting my party days behind me.”

    Diane’s pout was on par with Aki’s, “You’re no fun anymore Kit. Come on don’t you want to relive the good old days? Central City, the clubs, the drinks?”

    Kit smiled, “That’s why they call them the good old days… they’re in the past.”

    Diane shrugged, “Fine, fine, but one of these days you and I are going out again.”

    Kit nodded, “Try me when Natsume turns eighteen. Now then, how’s the setup going?”

    Suddenly the party girl was gone, “We are right on schedule. Tables are set up, servers are arriving, the sound system is set up, and the band is unpacking as we speak.”

    Kit let out a sigh of relief. Kit had found out very quickly that restaurant hours were not great for raising kids. With the help of Anna Bailey, Kit had started a catering business. She had brought on Diane three months in, to handle the actual running of the events. A party girl who knew how to work a room, Diane was the perfect personality to mix with the high profile clientele they mixed with on a regular basis. It also allowed Kit to hide in the kitchen away from prying eyes.

    After several successes for Blair’s Flare Catering, Kit had begun to get calls from the rest of Gotham’s socialites. She stayed fairly busy, and was able to provide for her siblings. With a smile Kit watched Diane leave the kitchen in favor of overseeing the circus outside of her kitchen.

    Kit moved around the kitchen seamlessly, moving in unison with her kitchen staff. The food was well on it’s way to being ready, and Kit was feeling confident. She may not be the best mother in the world, but she was a damn good chef.

    “Miss Blair.”

    Taking a deep breath Kit turned towards her employer for the evening, giving a small smile she said, “Good evening Mr. Pennyworth.”

    The older man had a kind face, but he was a snoop. She’d kicked him out of the kitchen a number of times, and she had long figured out that this kitchen was his baby. It was pristine with all the latest gadgets. It was organized in a very specific way, and Kit could tell that it was taken care of with love.

    “Everything is going well I hope.”

    Kit smiled, “Everything is right on track. The food will be ready soon, and my event coordinator tells me that all the guests are comfortable and well taken care of.”

    “Indeed, the appetizers are going over very well. They’ve received more than a few compliments.”

    “I’m glad.”

    “Mr. Wayne in particular liked the crabcakes.”

    Kit blinked a few times before asking, “Mr. Wayne … as in Bruce Wayne.”

    The smile over the butler’s lips was kind, “Indeed. He just recently returned from traveling abroad. This function serves not only as a fundraiser for the Wayne charities, but as a welcome home party as well.”

    Kit nodded, “Well then, I’m glad he’s enjoying the party.”

    Mr. Pennyworth smiled and said, “Indeed Ms. Blair. Now then, are you sure you don’t need any help.”

    “Positive.”

    Kit was forced to hold back a smile at the way his face dropped ever so slightly, before watching him turn and walk away. With a smile she turned back to work.

    Bruce Wayne had always considered galas a necessary evil. While they allowed him to raise money for the Wayne Foundation, they were also a mix of the smarmiest people on the earth. He hadn’t missed them in the eight years he’d been gone. However, his training had left him with certain abilities, at the top were fighting and escape. However he had also learned evasive maneuvers, and misdirection.

    In the three hours since the gala had started he’d only found himself in conversations for a few minutes at a time, before he was able to pass it off to someone else. The evasive maneuvers came in hand when dealing with the hoard of socialite women looking for their perfect match.

    Bruce wanted to laugh at the number of women trying to catch his eye, to have their right eye be the same shade of brown as his left. He’d briefly considered putting in a color contact to fool people into thinking he’d found his soulmate while he was away; Alfred had quickly squashed that plan.

Grabbing another crab cake from a passing server he veered left as Lilian Evertseen peeked over the crowd searching for him. He slipped outside into the cold Gotham winter and let out a breath of relief. That woman had been after him since before he had left. He’d finally met her gave on just to make a point. It hadn’t stopped her. She was determined to get her hands on him and his family’s money. It had gotten so bad, that it had become a running joke in Gotham’s highest running social circles. She had even earned the name Lillian the Bruce-hound.

Bruce took in a deep breath of winter air, before patting the inside of his jacket for a cigar. He cut the tip, before lighting it, and taking a deep drag. It had been years since he’d had one, and Alfred has been kind enough to slip a few into his tux coat to get him through the night.

He enjoyed the peace and quiet for a moment before the hints of a one sided conversation caught his ear. He followed the sound of the voice. It was female and more than a little exasperated.

“Yes Aki, I understand that the music is loud …yes I can hear it through the phone … yes … yes … No … Because you’ve spent the last three weekends at Maia’s place … Oh really, I hadn’t realized our apartment was so much smaller, you know what … you might be better off finding that shoe box you keep talking about … yes I’m serious …go find yourself a shoe box …I take that as a compliment … Yes put Natsume on the phone … what do you mean you can’t find him? Have you checked under the sink? I’ll wait …”

Bruce took another drag of his cigar before peeking around the corner. Immediately his mind began to analyze; Asian descent, most likely Japanese, mid to late twenties, and exhausted from the way she was propping herself against the wall. He pulled back and continued to listen.

“Hey bud, is there any particular reason you’re reading under the sink … oh … I didn’t know that. That explains the shoe at the very least … yes …okay …no … after your bedtime … Well I miss you too. The good news is I have tomorrow morning off, maybe we can go for pancakes … Well I don’t think a Japanese restaurant will be open that early …OHHH you want me to cook?”

Bruce peeked around the corner to find her smiling. She was pretty when she smiled. And then as though in slow motion, Bruce watched as her head turned towards him, their eyes met, and everything went white. Everything else disappeared, she became the only thing he could see, and from the way she was looking at him, he’d bet an arm that the same was happening to her.

As the light faded, he watched her stand, and her finger hit the red button, before he heard her whisper, “Well damn.”

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Saturday Special - RX-78 Showcase!


The first truly NEW photo set of 2017 is here! Showcasing off my collecting of RX-78 Gundams, of which I’ve got quite the variety. The kits featured here (from right to left in the top and bottom pics) are:

  • RX-78-2 Gundam [Revive] - “Revi”
  • RX-78-2 Gundam [Ver. G30th]  - “Ani”
  • RX-78-2 Gundam [21st Century Real Type Colors] - “Shade”
  • RX-78-3 G-3 Gundam - “Grey”
  • RX-78-3 G-3 Gundam [Revive] - “Trey”

Of all these kits, I have to say that my three “revive” kits (and I’m including the Real Type Color one in this group) are easily my most favorite. Their articulation, detail, and posability are amazing and a lot of fun to work with. I absolutely had to make them a feature of this set which ended up with the three fighting for control! Looks like Shade one that one… for now.

A lot of this photo set was done to test out my phone’s camera capabilities while I try to save a get a dedicated DSLR Camera for future shoots. I still have some tweaking to do, but for now the 13mp digital camera on my Galaxy J7 will have to do. Do let me know what you think of the quality of the images and I’ll try to make adjustments where needed!

I have a bonus set after this one, so do stay tuned!

Till next time everyone!

When Eyes Meet: Part 2

Description: At twenty-three Kit became a mother to her three siblings. Thrown into motherhood, she’s been learning to juggle two teenagers and a boy genius for the past two years, and she hasn’t quite gotten it down. So of course fate decides to through in another ball to juggle.

In a world where everyone is born with Heterochromia; One eye color is yours and the other is your soulmates, and when you meet your eyes become your own. Of course Kit couldn’t get someone normal, instead she gets a known billionaire playboy, with trust issues. Then add in superheroes and tights, because her life wasn’t complicated enough.  

Random Facts, Character Sheet

Prologue, Part 1


Kit was surprisingly fast when she wanted to be. And as she sprinted back inside the house and into the kitchen, she was convinced that she had never been faster. A phone call from Ms. Montgomery, her downstairs neighbor and part time babysitter, had led to an unexpected break. Two minutes into the call, she knew hell on earth had erupted, between Aki’s crying over Seth, Natsume reading under the sink, and Seth having snuck out, she knew she was in for a long night.

    She’d managed to talk Aki down to suitable sniffles, and she’d been on her way to talking Natsume out from under the sink when she’d felt eyes on her. She’d turned her head expecting to see a squirrel or rabbit, instead she’d met a set of eyes she’d know anywhere.

    The white light that had enveloped the man had been amazing, a sense of warmth had spread through her, and she’d felt that same fluttering in her heart that her mother had always described.

    Then she’d let out a curse and she had run. She had too much to do to deal with a soulmate. And really what man would want to be stuck with three kids and no social life? She’d seen the man, he was in his twenties, just because she had given up a life outside of her family didn’t mean she was going to make someone else do the same.

    She slipped through the kitchen with stealth that came from years of practice. She stopped long enough to tell her sous chef to take over, before slipping out. Diane was a different story. The woman had a knack for noticing anything that could lead to a juicy tidbit of gossip. The fact that Kit’s eyes were now the same color was not something Diane was going to gloss over.

    “Not now, Diane.”

    Her best friend scoffed, “As if that’s going to deter me.”

    Kit took a deep breath, “I’m leaving.”

    Diane’s eyes narrowed, “Leaving? We still have dessert to get through, and a soulmate for you to spill about.”

    Kit nodded, before pulling on her coat, “Noted. I already gave Randall directions, he’ll have no problems with dessert, and there’s no way I’m discussing the other thing right now.”

    “Randall is power hungry, and a last minute replacement for Leo, who is fabulous.”

    Kit blinked at her best friend, “Once again, noted. That’s why I’m trusting you to keep him in his place. If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

    “He’ll spread rumors about you leaving, try to drum up business for himself.”

    “Seth snuck out again.”

    Diane’s hands went to her hips, “And he’ll sneak back in, like he always does. So let’s just be honest here, you’re running from your soulmate which is the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard. He’s your soulmate, your other half, and if anyone deserves that it’s you.”

    “Diane… I just can’t right now.”

    Kit watched as Diane pursed her lips, “You can’t run forever.”

    “I can try.”

    Diane let out a deep breath before waving her off, “Fine. Go. I’ll cover for you. Go find your delinquent brother.”

    Kit smiled before leaving the mansion. She drove the path home on autopilot, with her brain spinning a million miles per minute. As she trudged her way up the stairs and into the apartment, she couldn’t help but feel old.

    Ms. Montgomery was reading on the couch, and gave her a small smile as she came in. “Rough night?”

    Kit let her bag drop by the door before sitting down next to the woman, “You could say that.”

    Ms. Montgomery studied her for a second before nodding. “Definitely a long night.”

    “How were they?”

    “Same as usual. Natsume is still under the sink, not sure if he’s reading or sleeping. Aki is on the phone with Maia, and has been since you hung up, and Seth is still gone.”

    Kit nodded, before scrubbing her eyes with her hands. “I’ll give him another hour before I go searching. Do you have any idea what set him off?”

    “Not a clue, honey. That boy is so touchy right now… ”

    “He nearly got suspended again the other day.”

    “That would be the third time.”

    “He’s also been kicked off the baseball team, he was caught smoking the other day, and I am just so tired…”

    Ms. Montgomery gave her a small smile, “It will get better.” Kit nodded, before escorting the woman out. Ms. Montgomery had been good friends with her mother. She had lived in the building longer than her family had, and was a probations officer for the city. She’d helped handle some of Seth’s more angry outbursts, and Kit was grateful for it.

    With nothing left to do, Kit changed into jeans and a hoodie, and made her way to Aki’s room. She stuck her head in the door to see the girl pacing, cellphone glued to her ear. She waited to be noticed, and received a shoo away hand motion for her efforts. Pulling away, she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen.

    Crouching in front of the cabinet that housed part of the sink. She knocked once and received nothing. Quietly she opened the door to find her youngest brother fast asleep, his book hugged close to his chest. Carefully, she scooped the kid out from under the sink and carried him to his bed. She tucked him in, before going back to the living room. She waited for the hour to pass, and when it was up, she heaved herself up and checked on Aki and Natsume before walking next door. Ms. Montgomery promised to keep and ear out for the two sleeping kids, and Kit stumbled into the Gotham winter.

    There were several places Seth tended to go when he snuck out. And in the next two hours Kit hit all of them. They were skeevy places were Gotham’s less desirables hung out. They were places where her father had warned her to never go.

    And the last place was the worst of them all. It was an illegal gambling ring where street fights were conducted. Pulling her hood closer to her head, she bypassed the man at the door and made her way inside.

    The warehouse was filled with screaming and chanting people. It took some effort, but eventually she was able to make her way to the front. What she saw there chilled her to the bone. Kit watched as a man twice her brother’s size beat him into the ground. She made to surge forward, but a hand on her arm kept her from moving.

    Another arm went around her waist, and she found herself being lifted and carried away. She was so shocked that by the time she started struggling she was already outside of the crowd, and being put down. Spinning she was ready to lash out when she met blue eyes that she’d know anywhere.

    “Do you have a death wish?”

    Kit blinked several times in shock, before asking, “How the hell did you find me?”

    A dark eyebrow raised in question, “My question first.”

    Kit glowered at the man, her soulmate, “I don’t owe you anything.”

    She watched his arms cross against his chest, tightening the white button down. He was still dressed in remnants of his tux. The black slacks were wrinkled, the glossy black dress shoes were covered in dust, and his white shirt was unbuttoned at the top.

    With a sigh, she gave in, “My younger brother is currently getting the stuffing beat out of him. I need to get him out before they kill him.”

    She watched as one hand went to rub at his head, “So that’s a yes to the death wish.”

    Kit bristled, but before she could respond, he was pushing his way through the crowd. Kit followed, and watched as one minute he was there, and the next he was pushing the giant off of her brother.

    She listened as the crowd went quiet. Quietly, she snuck forward and sunk down next to Seth. He was beaten and bruised, and had more than a few broken bones. Cradling his head in her lap, she looked up to find her unnamed soulmate standing over the three hundred pound man who had been beating up her brother.

    There was a slight tear in his shirt, but other than that his clothes were fine. Even more interesting was the fact that he wasn’t even sweating. She watched as he walked back to her. Carefully, he scooped Seth up into a fireman’s hold and began walking out.

    A group of men moved to block the path. She watched him carefully, as he raised an eyebrow and said, “The police will be here in a matter of minutes. Do you really want to risk being here when they arrive?”

    Almost as if it were planned, a siren went off, and the crowd started to scatter. He continued walking forward, and Kit followed too stunned to do anything else. She watched as he loaded Seth into the car, before turning to her, “Do you want to ride with us or follow?”

    For a moment she stood there dumbfounded, before remembering who she was, “I’ll ride with you.”

    He nodded, “I’ll have someone come get your car later.” She nodded and climbed into the back with her brother.

    Every once in awhile Bruce allowed his eyes to stray to her in the rearview mirror. She was holding her brother close and he couldn’t blame her. The kid had been minutes away from death when he’d arrived. From what he could tell, the kid had several broken bones, a concussion, and internal bleeding. Surgery would be necessary. Luckily, he had Lee standing by.

He’d been more than a little shocked when she had run, but he had let her go. Their bond was strong, he could feel her through it. He could feel the worry, the stress, the exhaustion, and the fear. He’d excused himself from the party to find her. First he had located her on the security footage, and then he had gone searching for answers. He’d run a background check, gaining her family history, before seeking out the event coordinator.

Her name was Katherine Blair. She was the oldest of four children, and the custodial guardian of her three younger siblings. She ran Blair’s Flare Catering company, and had come so highly recommended that she had left Alfred with nothing to do.

The coordinator had seen him coming from a mile away. She hadn’t been willing to give him anything other than the fact that her brother was in trouble, and the few places he might be. She had also warned him to keep an eye out for Katherine; she had warned him that his soulmate was small but fiercely protective when it came to her siblings.

The truth had hit him like a ton of bricks when he’d seen her about to jump into the ring. And as he’d gone to take out the bastard picking on her brother, now his brother, he’d seen that there was no sidelining her.

He pulled in front of the emergency room, and stopped the car. Lee was waiting along with a surgical team and a gurney. His family had donated a lot to Gotham National over the years, and that came with certain perks every once in awhile.

He watched Katherine as the doctors unloaded her brother and rushed him inside. She watched them go before sinking down to sit on the curb. She put her head in her hands and he watched as her shoulders started to shake.

Silently, Bruce sat down next to her and took her hand in his. Her soul was calling to his, to be comforted, to be held, to be supported. He opened the link between them and allowed her emotions to flow through him; there was such a strong feeling of failure, mixed with tiredness, that he couldn’t help but wonder when her last break had been.

Gradually, her fingers tightened back with his, and she turned to face him. He looked at her tear stained face and did the only thing he could, he pulled her into his arms and settled her on his lap. She wrapped her arms around him, and he held her as close as he could, feeling complete for the first time since his parents had died.

The soulmate bond was something to be cherished. It provided a link between two people. Some people embraced it, others avoided it. You could either open the bond and share yourself or close it and leave it behind. There were some out there who hated the bond, and felt as though it took away their choice. Others spent their whole life waiting for it.

Bruce had always been taught to embrace it. His own parents’ bond had been steady and rock solid. His parents had seemed to understand each other without speaking, and had always exchanged little kisses. More than once, he and his parents had spent nights talking about the possible owner of the brown eye. Every memory he had that connected him to this woman was good. It was pure. It was what he wanted.

Kit took deep breaths, in an attempt to calm herself down. But it was hard, his scent surrounded her, and she wanted to bathe in it. She’d felt the bond open earlier, as he’d taken some of what she was feeling. It was embarrassing, this man she’d only known for a few hours, knowing how she felt. At the same time it was a relief. She hadn’t had anyone to lean on in years. She’d been shouldering everything since her parents had died, and the thought of having someone to share with made her happy.

As the last of the tears stopped, she pulled away from his chest, but didn’t move from his lap. She was craving the touch, the support. She hadn’t realized how empty and cold she’d been feeling until he had showed up.  She remembered her mother comparing it to a draft when her father was gone, as though there were always a slight chill in the air. She had found that odd, but she understood it now.

When Eyes Meet: Part 4

Description: At twenty-three Kit became a mother to her three siblings. Thrown into motherhood, she’s been learning to juggle two teenagers and a boy genius for the past two years, and she hasn’t quite gotten it down. So of course fate decides to through in another ball to juggle.

In a world where everyone is born with Heterochromia; One eye color is yours and the other is your soulmates, and when you meet your eyes become your own. Of course Kit couldn’t get someone normal, instead she gets a known billionaire playboy, with trust issues. Then add in superheroes and tights, because her life wasn’t complicated enough.  

Random Facts, Character Sheet

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3


Alfred Pennyworth looked around the apartment with a critical eye. While not dirty, the apartment was far from immaculate. It was understandable of course. Ms. Katherine worked full time, and was also a full time mother to three children. And if they were normal children, like he suspected, he highly doubted that cleaning was the first item on any of their to do lists.

So, he had relieved the babysitter and set himself to his task. He pulled out his apron, and his cleaning supplies and he set to work. He had tackled the kitchen first; as he expected it was the cleanest room in the tiny home. He expected nothing less of the chef he had met the previous day.    

However, children would be children, and there were an array of dishes in the sink, and boxes of food left on the counters. He quickly fixed this before reorganizing the cabinets and starting on breakfast. The first to wake was the boy. Natsume, the file had said.

The boy had come into the kitchen with his nose in a book, and hadn’t said a word. Alfred had watched him walk straight to the sink, open the cabinet door, climb in, and shut it a second later. Alfred’s lips had pursed for a second, perhaps he had been too quick in his choice of the word normal.

The girl, Aki, had come next. Groggy, and hair in a state of disarray the girl had slumped out into the kitchen, given him one look and let out a scream. Before shouting the question, “WHO ARE YOU?”

The boy had opened his cupboard door long enough to say, “Mr. Pennyworth, Kit texted us about him.” before closing the door.

The girl’s eyes narrowed, “Where’s my sister?”

“At the hospital. I’m afraid your eldest brother got in a bit of a scuffle and Ms. Katherine is attending to the matter.”

The girl’s eyes narrowed and she asked, “Who the hell talks like that?” Before walking back into her room and closing the door with a bang.

The cupboard door creaked open and the boy stuck his head out, “Aki tends to get dramatic. Do you know if Seth is going to be okay?”

Alfred crouched down to the boy’s level and smiled, “I am certain that your sister will make sure he is taken care of. Now would you like to eat breakfast in the cupboard or at the table?”

“I have to eat at the table. I’m not allowed to eat under the sink because it’s hard to clean.”

Alfred nodded, “Understood. How do scrambled eggs sound?”

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Kit stared at her brother, while she sipped at her coffee. Slowly she turned to Bruce and said, “He’s not nearly as big a pain when he’s in a drug induced sleep. He almost looks innocent.”

Bruce cracked a small smile, “The bruises, IV’s and cast tend to ruin the innocent look.”

Kit smiled before taking her seat again, “Have you heard anything from Alfred?”

Bruce’s smirk was a knowing one, “He’s fine, I promise.”

Kit turned in her seat, “You don’t know that. They’re a handful.”

“Noted, but if he could handle me, he can handle them.”

Kit leaned forward, “You don’t seem all that crazy to me. Did you get a B on a test or something?”

Bruce hmmed, “Or something. I refused to go back to public school. I was homeschooled. I graduated at sixteen, and then started taking college classes at the local university. I graduated and went onto Medical school at Yale, before I dropped out. Alfred’s never let me live that down.”

Kit’s brow furrowed, “So what do you do now?”

“I’ve taken over Wayne Enterprises. I’ve spent the past few months cleaning it up, and I’m about to make my debut so to speak.”

Kit leaned back in her chair, “Do you enjoy business?”

“I enjoy the challenge.”

“A thrill seeker?”

Bruce’s lips quirked, “Something like that. What about you?”

Kit shrugged, “I went to culinary school, graduated at the top of my class. But book learning was never my thing.”

“Hands on learner?”

Kit nodded, and sank back into her chair. Bruce sat on the arm, and took her hand in his. His fingers stroked over the top, while Kit focused on Seth. The doctors had said he’d wake up within the hour and the hour was almost over.

Neither she nor Bruce said anything, as the hour came and went. After another hour went by Seth slowly started to wake up. She watched his eyes flutter open and she smiled at him, “Hey kid.”

“Who the hell is he?”

Kit’s eyes flicked to Bruce, who appeared to be starring Seth down. Her brother lasted a good twenty seconds before his eyes cut away. Slowly, not quite sure what was going on Kit explained, “This is Bruce. He’s my soulmate.”

She watched as Seth scowled, “So we have a new daddy, hunh? Are we going to be a happy little family now?”

Bruce scoffed, “Family? Yes. Happy? Probably not, something tells me your attitude will make sure of that.”

Kit coughed to cover up the laugh that wanted to burst out. She’d spent the past two years walking on glass around Seth to try and keep from driving him away. Bruce didn’t have that fear, if anything Bruce seemed ready to knock some sense into her brother.

Seth’s scowl deepened, but he said nothing else. The doctor came and went, explaining that Seth would make a full recovery, and would be discharged later in the day. The rest of the day saw final examinations, Seth and Bruce bickering, and Kit attempting to keep the peace.

By the time five o’clock rolled around Kit was ready to go home. They wheeled Seth to the entrance where they loaded him into Bruce’s car, and they dove towards the Blair family apartment. It took some maneuvering to get Seth up the stairs, and in the end Bruce ended up carrying him. Kit was more than a little impressed.

    Then she stepped into her apartment and was blown away. It looked like something out of a magazine, sparkling, clean, with dinner on the stove. Her eyes went to the two people on the couch. Mr. Pennyworth and Natsume sat there, both with aprons over their clothes while they folded laundry.

    “What the hell?”

    Kit could only nod in agreement with Seth, “What he said.”

    “Ah, Master Wayne, Ms. Blair, welcome home. I hope you don’t mind but I went ahead and tidied up a bit, and started dinner. Ms. Aki is in her room completing homework, and young Natsume has already finished.”

    Kit’s eyes went wide, and she turned to Bruce, “He comes with you, right? Cause if not, I might trade you for him.”

    Alfred cracked a small smile while Bruce let out a laugh, “Which way to his bedroom?”

    Kit pointed, “Through there. He’ll direct you.”

    Making eye contact with Mr. Pennyworth Kit asked, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

    His smile was gentle, “Not at all. I have everything under control.”

    Kit smiled back, “Every time I think that, something outrageous happens.”

Beetlejuice Kit x Emilia AU

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After Emilia Harington and Kit Harington die in a car accident, they find themselves stuck haunting their northern residence, unable to leave the house. When the unbearable Starks (Catlyn Stark & Ned Stark) and teen daughter Arya Stark buy the home, the Haringtons attempt to scare them away without success. Their efforts attract Beetlejuice, a rambunctious spirit whose “help” quickly becomes dangerous for the Haringtons and innocent Arya.

I already spent like an hour and half writing this outline so this shit is happening LOL :)

How to (Kind Of) Train Your Dragon: Pt 2

Part 1 | Part 2

It was barely 5:40 am when Kent heard the telltale sound of claws scampering across the hardwood floors. He kept his eyes closed even though he could feel the slight pull of his blankets as the small dragon climbed up the side of the bed and deposited herself on his chest.

After less than a minute, she got impatient, and started rubbing her head under Kent’s chin, knowing that it tickled him. He laughed, giving himself away. “Yes, okay, I’m up,” he said before giving Kit an affectionate pat. Kit chirruped and hopped around the bed. She was flapping her small wings, but they were too immature to do anything effective beyond showing her excitement. According to the book Kent bought, it would be another year and a half before they would be strong enough to carry her in flight.

She hadn’t grown very much in the month that Kent had her, but her personality came through clearly. She was playful and affectionate with Kent almost to the point of harassment. She needed attention, a lot of it, or she would sit outside of whatever room Kent had closed her out, and wail. He didn’t even know dragons could sniff and whimper, but apparently, Kit could put on a good show when she wanted something.

Kent carried her in the bathroom and she sat on the sink counter while he brushed his teeth. She craned her head closer to the faucet every time he turned it on. She was still mystified by the concept of running water even though she hated getting wet. It was understandable since her natural habitat was dry, underground burrows in the middle of the desert.

In the kitchen, she waited eagerly by her food dish while Kent measured out the dragon chow for her. It was one of the more expensive brands of dragon food available on the market, but as far as Kent was concerned, his dragon deserved the best. It smelled vaguely of beef jerky and tuna, and not for the first time, Kent found himself wondering what it would actually taste like. He was cured of his curiosity, however, when he identified a dried piece of scorpion tail in the mix and gagged a little.

While Kit ate, Kent nibbled on the leftover pizza from last night. He balanced it out with banana after and the silent promise that he would eat healthier… next week. Kit abandoned her bowl partway through and climbed up Kent’s leg to investigate what he was eating because it was clearly more interesting that her own food. Kent let Kit have the last bite of banana. He enjoyed watching her mash the banana with a thoughtful expression, as if she couldn’t decide whether she liked it or not.

After he wiped the excess banana from her face with a damp towel, he slipped the body harness and clipped on the leash. Kit scuttled beside him as he took the elevator downstairs and walked her around the block. Kent kept a slow pace and waited patiently until she was done sniffing whatever it was that caught her interest (which was anything from random strangers to a crack in the sidewalk).

He thought about taking her back to the dog park they were at last week, but then he remembered how Kit’s enthusiasm over making new friends had had her chasing a Great Dane that hadn’t appreciated her eagerness. Kent made a mental note to research if there were dragon play date groups in the Las Vegas area. Then, at least Kit could find someone to play with and Kent didn’t have to worry about her being too rough.

After about half an hour, Kit decided she was too tired to walk anymore. She dug her claws into Kent’s jeans and attempted to climb him like a tree. Wincing, he pulled her off and cradled her to his chest instead. “You are so spoiled, you know,” he said to her. She squeaked but looked smug as she burrowed into his chest.

Kent was only recognized once while he was out. He posed for a quick picture, thankful that his messy hair is hidden under a hat. The fan gushed over Kit for a couple of minutes before asking for photo of her too. Kit attempted to snap at the phone and Kent had to pull her back. “No,” he admonished. “Phones are not for biting.”

By the time he got back to his apartment, he was already sweating. He turned the air conditioning up a speed before stripping off and getting in the shower. He’d left the bathroom door open a crack in case Kit missed him, and sure enough, barely two minutes after he’d stepped in, he could hear her claws against the tile.  Luckily, she knew better than to try and hop in now. She’d learned her lesson… the first ten times.

Kent was felt tired even though it was barely nine. He flopped on his couch as Kit dove into the shallow sand box he had sitting in the corner. She rolled on her back and kicked her limbs in the air. Kent chuckled, but then turned his attention to his TV. His plan was to not do anything productive today, and that included watching reruns of daytime talk shows and trashy soap operas.

The ill-timed doorbell rang just as he was about to find out which twin was father of Charice’s baby. He hoped it wasn’t the lady from down the hall who seemed to find an excuse to knock on his door at all hours. To Kent’s relief, it was only Jeff.

“Swoops,” Kent said in lieu of an actual greeting.

“Parse,” Jeff replied as he brushed past Kent, a brown bag with the logo of a local breakfast chain and coffee in one hand. He took a quick step back when when Kit rushed towards him, hissing and snapping. “You’ve gotta do something about that little gargoyle.”

“Don’t call her that,” Kent defended, but he did pick Kit up so Jeff could deposit himself on the couch. It was almost hilarious how something the size of a cantaloupe could intimidate Jeff who was well over six foot three. Kit was harmless… mostly.

“I know a demon when I see one. Why couldn’t you have gotten a cat or something?”

“Because she hatched in my living room. She thinks I’m her dad now.”

Jeff rolled his eyes in response. There was no convincing Kent. Kit calmed down after a bit of stroking from Kent. He put her back in the sand box but her eyes remained trained on Jeff. She gave the uneasy impression that she was ready to pounce at any given moment.

“Any plans for the rest of the day?” Jeff asked, ignoring the dragon and hoping she would return the favor.

Kent stretched out, kicking his feet up on the coffee table even though his mother had raised him better than that. “Nope,” he answered. “Want to watch terrible movies and order food McDavidson would kill us for eating if he knew?”

The dimple on Jeff’s left cheek appeared as he grinned back. “Do you even have to ask?”

Is there a part 3? I don’t know. Possibly. Maybe. Stay tuned.

When Eyes Meet: Prologue

AN: That sound you hear? Yeah that’s me. I am so freaking happy with how it turned out, it’s amazing. @royslittleharper will be posting the companion piece soon, so be on the look out. Without further ado, I present Katherine, Kit, Blair in her debut .


    Some days never seemed to end, and in Katherine Blair’s personal opinion, they were usually the sucky days. So, it seemed appropriate that the worst day of her life should go on for an eternity.

    She did her best to catch pieces of the condolence her parent’s downstairs neighbor was attempting to offer. But her attention was split between the three most important people in her life; the people who needed it most. And right now, only one of them was in sight.

    As quickly and politely as possible, she excused herself from the older woman’s grasp, and made her way over to the far side of the room. At seven years old, Natsume was her youngest brother, and by far the quietest. With an intelligence that far surpassed the rest of their family, the kid was already in middle school classes.

    Silently she slid down the wall to sit next to him, and a second later his hand was in hers. “Kit.”

    “Hmm?”

    “You’re not going to leave … are you? You’re staying here, right?”

    Kit sighs, they’d had this conversation no fewer than six times in the past four days, and everything she had read online, had told her it was completely normal. Natsume was feeling scared, abandoned, and unsure about the future; he needed the reassurance and it was up to Kit to give it.

    So, she did the only thing she could think of, she pulled the kid into her lap, and wrapped her arms around him. Natsume had never been one for personal contact, he preferred his space, but when it came to Kit he had always wanted to be cuddled.

    Despite the age distance, they were the closest of the four siblings. When she had lived in Central City, her youngest brother had called at least three times a week for hour long conversations.

    “Seth still hasn’t come out.”

    Kit could only grunt a response. No amount of banging on the door, talking, or bribery had convinced the oldest of her younger siblings to come out. Personally she had considered it a victory that she’d convinced him to come to the funeral at all. She hadn’t been surprised when he had locked himself in his room the moment they had returned home.

    She’d deal with that later, she had other things to deal with at the moment. Like Great Aunt Muriel heading straight towards them. Immediately, Natsume turned in her arms and buried his head in her neck. Kit couldn’t blame the kid, she only wished her mother was still alive so that she could do the same.

    But she wasn’t. So, Kit tightened her arms around the munchkin, and prepared for war. Aunt Muriel, was technically Great-Aunt-Muriel. The woman was a bitter old biddy, who had been forced to raise her Kit’s father, when her grandmother had just vanished one day. She was controlling and mean, and despite all of that her father had loved the old woman. He had never been able to say no to her, which made it a good thing that her mother had.

    Aunt Muriel had hated their mother. First for her race, then for “stealing” her father, and finally for how her mother had acted. Kyoko Blair had been a free spirit. Every month her hair had been a new color or style, her nails were always done in some outrageous fashion, and she purposely kept her Japanese accent thick, just to annoy Great-Aunt-Muriel. Her mother had never left out the GREAT, specifically to remind the woman of her age.

    Kit had been a witness to several arguments over the years; from the different piercings, to the tattoos. Her mother had been a rebellious spirit, and the stark opposite of her father.

    Elliot Blair was the definition of a military man. He thrived on the order Aunt Muriel had brought him up in. He liked rules, and being on time. It’s what had made them such an odd couple. The one time he had refused Aunt Muriel had been when she’d demanded that he divorce her mother.

    Elliot had made it clear, Kyoko was there to stay. They were soulmates, their eyes proved it. What had followed were years of passive aggressive snipes and forced, fake politeness in front of her father. The man had gone to his grave thinking the two women actually got along. A true testament to just how much they both loved him.

    For years, Kit’s mother had been the wall standing between Muriel and her children. She had never let the woman get closer than the occasional visit. And Kit knew why. Muriel didn’t like her … or her sister for that matter. She saw them as replicas of their mother. Trouble waiting to brew. The boys however, she wanted the boys.

    Kit had already had one argument with the woman about custody. Thank God for her mother. Her mother had made sure the will had been iron clad; Kit retained custody of her siblings until they turned eighteen years old. They were to stay together, as a family. It was a huge blessing in the middle of an even bigger shit storm.

    “Katherine.”

    With a sigh, Kit forced her eyes up towards the woman, “Aunt Muriel.”

    “Why don’t I take little Nathan, so you can properly thank those who attended.”

    Kit scowled. Having four children had left her parents with a lot of room for names. And with two different heritages they had plenty of names to pick from. Her mother had named her and Seth surprisingly. She had chosen western names. When Kit had asked why, she’d simply shrugged and said, “I liked the names I liked.”

Her father had named the two youngest; Aki and Natsume. Aunt Muriel had thrown a fit right up until her father had declared that he had chosen the names. She’s sweetened right up after that, but had still tried to “westernize”  the names. She had called Natsume, Nathan and Aki, Abi.

The fight that had taken place between her mother and aunt was legendary. In fact Aunt Muriel had been banned from the apartment for six months after each incident. She hadn’t tried it again until now.

And the sheer fact that the woman was attempting to assert dominance right now, made Kit’s blood boil. Her parents hadn’t even been in the ground for an hour, and so far she’d questioned Kit’s ability to parent, host a funeral, and insulted half of her culture.

And to be completely honest she was done playing nice. She carefully nudged Natsume to the side before standing. “First of all, you bitter old biddy, his name is Natsume, and you damn well know it. My father, the man you raised, picked it, so RESPECT IT. Second of all, I’m fairly certain that everyone here understands that I’ve just buried my parents, but you. They also understand that my first priority is my siblings, which means if my brother needs a hug, I’m going to give him one.

I do not need you to hold him. I do not need your help picking out their clothes. I do not need your commentary on my parenting skills, because if you haven’t noticed my world is spinning right now, and all I want to do is cry, but I can’t! I can’t because I’ve got three kids depending on me. And before you start, yes …I realize I’m young. Yes I realize I’m only twenty-three. If I didn’t before, you’ve made it very clear over this past week, but I will figure this out because I am determined to keep this family together. So, butt out!”

    The look on Aunt Muriel’s face was nearly enough to justify the outburst. Then she saw they eyes on her and the embarrassment was quick to follow. Finally, Aunt Muriel’s face turned red and Kit was certain that she was in for an earful, when someone said, “Well you heard her. Time for you to go.”

    Kit’s eyes slid towards the voice, and she couldn’t help but smile. Anna Baily was a small woman, and stronger than an ox. She had a presence that demanded respect, and the woman had been the first one to offer help. She hadn’t said one negative word, had only offered a helping hand.

    “You heard her Ms. Blair. Time to go.” At the sound of Commissioner Gordon’s voice Kit let out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

    Muriel said nothing as she simply turned on heel and left. A moment later Natusme’s hand was back in hers. Kit could only give a tentative smile as Anna and Commissioner Gordon approached.

    She offered her free hand to both of them before giving her thanks, “You have no idea how grateful I am right now.”

    Anna smiled, “From what your mother told me about that woman and what I just witnessed I have a fairly good idea.”

    “Katherine, on behalf of the entire GCPD I’m very sorry about the loss of your parents. You father was a damn good cop.”

    “Thank you Commissioner.”

    “If there’s anything I can do …”

     “I’ll let you know.”

    Jim Gordon simply nodded before walking away, and Anna Bailey captured her attention. “How’s Aki doing?”

    Kit shrugged, “Hard to tell. Aki’s been dramatic from birth, she’s in mourning but … it’s hard to tell.”

    “I hope you don’t mind but I brought Maia, I figured a friendly face would do her some good.”

    Kit watched the girl on the other side of the room. Maia Bailey was Aki’s best friend, and had been for some time. She put up well with the drama, and had some magic way of getting her sister to calm down during hysterical moments. And almost, if by magic Aki appeared. The eleven year old had followed Seth’s lead and locked herself in her room following the funeral. Unlike Seth, there had been loud sobs, and wailing from the other side of door.

    With a running leap, Kit watched as Aki threw herself onto her best friend, in a heap of tears. Narrowing her eyes, Kit focused in on Aki’s face to find mascara smudged across her cheeks.

    Kit could feel her eye start to twitch. Her parents had a no makeup rule until age thirteen. And Kit had made it clear that rule was still in place, when she’d found her younger sister rifling through her make-up earlier in the day.

    Too exhausted to investigate, Kit simply slumped a bit. “Dear,” Anna Bailey’s voice brought her out of her thoughts, and she focused on the woman again, “Have you had any luck finding a job yet?”

    Kit could only shrug, “Not yet, a few applications but it hasn’t been my main priority yet.”

    “And those applications are for where?” Kit just smiled. Of course Anna saw straight through her, “You’re a trained chef my dear, and I was hoping to hire you myself. And before you say anything this is not pity, this is me wanting the best. More often than not I have several guests over every night, and well, I like good food. I don’t want an answer right now, we’ll talk later. Just think about it, hmm.”

    Kit watched the woman head towards the food on the other side of the room before slumping back down against the wall. Natsume snuggled into her side a moment later. “We’re going to be okay, he says a moment later.”

    “So certain, are ya?”

    “Yep, I had a dream last night.”

    Kit smiled down at him, “About what?”

    “A bat, with eyes the same color as your left one.”

    “Is that so?”

    “I think it means you’ll find your soulmate soon.”

    More than once Kit had thought about the owner of the blue eye. She’d stared at it for hours when she was a child. She and her mother had spent hours dreaming up what her soulmate would be like. How they looked, how they talked and acted.

    Her favorite bedtime story had been her mother telling her about the first time she’d laid eyes on her father. She and her friends had been surrounded by military men at a local festival. They’d been making fun of the straight laced military uniforms when suddenly she locked eyes with a man across the way. Everyone else had disappeared, and she was suddenly staring into green eyes, that she had only seen in a mirror. The rest had been history.

    Kit let out a sigh, “Who needs a soulmate, when I’ve got you?”

    Natsume simply stared up at her, “I never said that you need him … but I think he needs you.”

    Kit wasn’t sure she could handle another person needing her. She had enough on her plate as it was, and working out the dynamic of being a twenty-three single mother of three with being a soulmate was not something she wanted to try at the moment. So, for now, she just pulled her baby brother closer, and wished for the day to be over. 

There is a Wittenberg University in Ohio that my cousin goes to and every time I hear about it, I try not to laugh because can you imagine a super-brilliant genius professor summoning demons and selling his soul to the devil….in Ohio.