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Raquel Miller, San Francisco, Ca.

Shot at: Donaire Sr. Boxing Gym.

Oakland, Ca. 2015.

good morning, it’s me: Bad Cat

anonymous asked:

hey if you're still doing prompts, the time(s) someone outside of the team (or inside) mistakes aaron for andrew or the other way around?? thanks!! i love your writing!!

There should be some sort of rule, Aaron thinks, that identical twins have to avoid celebrity. 

It was disarming enough to be a teenager the first time he saw his own face with nothing inside of it, like an indifferent stone likeness. Then Andrew went and got himself famous, made himself important to everyone (including Aaron). He stares out from magazine spreads with his middle finger up when Aaron goes through the checkout counter, and he follows him closely with his reputation.

He’s had patients bow out of the exam room when they heard their intern was ‘A. Minyard’. He’s had anger and relief flip toggles in his chest when he caved and bought a magazine, finding Andrew and Neil piled in Exy gear to promote a product. They looked uncommitted and severe except when they were jostled together and shot from the side, candid, staring. 

It almost makes him miss the moments with the foxes when everything was as simple as watching Andrew’s face for the changes and catching the wave to the next game.

But it’s better to have the kind of work that he knows he does best, stockpiled for the rest of medical school and the rest of his life after that. It feels good to stretch on rubber gloves and distance himself from the worst sort of rot in the world. 

It feels good for his feet to throb and his head to twist itself into knots, and to come home to Katelyn, who always tries to wait up for him and never can. She passes out with her legs over the armrest of their secondhand couch and her hair fanned over the cushions. He kisses her awake more often than not.

He goes for runs, sometimes, like he never did in college. It’s when his own reflection makes his neck prickle and he thinks, god, he’s here. He’s never not here. If you’re a twin you’re a member of a club, and you’re constantly in uniform.

He gets stopped on the street and asked for his autograph, and he feels comforted to know that his “piss off” is gentler than whatever Andrew would have said. 

He sees his own face hoisted at pride, watches Andrew become half of a relationship that handcuffs exy to entire social movements, and it coaxes old fear into his blood. It takes some wrangling and undoing of rusted closed spigots before he realizes that he’s impressed, too. 

He hates Neil out of habit. He watches the sun make new colours with Katelyn’s hair at 5 am. He puts his alarm on snooze just so he can lie there with her. He likes that his life is a can on a string, and somewhere, tossed out into another state, in a high-rise with blackout curtains and an orange cat, Andrew has the other can.

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I bet Jason’s part of Gotham is tough and full of poverty. Unlike the other sides of Gotham there’s less crime because this isn’t the bat, so no ones gonna take the chance of getting killed for a couple of bucks. Jason gives to the poor often so that they don’t need to either way.

The people there love him, whenever he comes by they don’t scream, no, because Jason’s not threatening them and that kid on 4th street said he saw the big bad red hood helping a grandma cross the street. The kids there like him enough to snitch, he’s one of them in their eyes. The amount of gang members caught because of Reggie’s big mouth was enough for Jason to steal him a police badge!

Jason goes home with lots of stuff, people can’t help but want to feed him after he saves their bakery or give him a little toy boat after he saved their grandfather’s boat shop from being destroyed!
Speaking of home, everyone at his hotel loves him too. There is 0 crime there because they know the red hood lives there, they’ve seen guys go in looking to kill him in his sleep and never come out (except for in a body bag), the woman that lives next to him lets her kids come by to check out his gear (the guns are on safety and knives are on high shelves), and play his games (they can’t afford a PS4, let alone a TV). He’s the babysitting master and Claire honestly couldn’t thank him enough, she has to work practically 12 hours a day, 6 days a week with 4 jobs and only has enough time to say bye and make lunches (no, Jason, she’s not going to accept that ridiculously large tip you keep trying to give her.)
Claire is very grateful for his generosity, for one of her jobs she works as a waitress downtown, she’ll always sneak him the last piece of cherry pie that would’ve been snatched up if she hadn’t hidden it, it’s his favorite. She doesn’t usually serve it to him though. No, it’s his could-be girlfriend Gabrielle Christensen, (Gabby to him) that she shoves his way. It’s not like she’s not into him either, she jumps at the chance to serve him, he’s the best part of her day, anytime he doesn’t come over it’s like clouds at the beach. Unfortunately, Jason’s not that committed to dating non-vigilantes. There’s too big of a risk, he’s just not willing to take is no matter how cute and adorable and is that a new shirt? It looks good. He should give her a compliment about it.
Everyone at Red Hood Central loves the Red Hood and the Red Hood loves everyone at Red Hood Central.