Imagine that one scene from that animated series justice league where Batman reveals everyone's secret identity(like a badass) then takes off his cowl and they're all in shocked confusion. I mean that's baby girl Bruce Wayne, sunshine of Gotham as The Dark Knight. Then they all get really protective of him. They might've feared him before but now they know he's just baby. It doesn't matter that he can beat them all, he's baby... Idk I find the idea cute
Okay, so I love that scene dearly, but my heart screams for something more personal? If that makes sense? I'll take inspiration from one of my favorite Spider-Man identity revels.
Let's imagine this; The city, Gotham or Metropolis or just an unlucky piece of land that had a really bad day. Hal saw the building collapse first, coming down on them like an avalanche of death.
Hal isn't very good at brain work; He's not like Flash, who can map out an entire route in his mind in a blink, calculating escape routes, and distances, and lengths, and how fast he can run without injuring anyone.
He's not strategic like Wonder Woman, or pragmatic like Batman, or sensible like Superman. He's not the brainpower; But he's pretty damn good at acting like he's okay.
And withstanding that building because Superman got Injured, well.
He can do so with sweat raining down his temple and pain screaming in his system and a smile on his lips, "This is a really good arm work out, guys,"
" Hang in there, Lantern,"
He hears that you're doing great, Hal just well under his hero moniker from Barry. It's a good power up, if nothing else.
Wonder Woman rubs his shoulders before attending to the injured, helping them dig a way out before the oxygen dries out.
Another thing he's not good at is comforting people; He's lost to crying kids. Especially crying kids whose parents are paste under rubble and hubris.
His back is arching, his fire's going out. All he knows is that those little sniffles and whimpers in the hissing silence hurts worse.
The only person he can think would be worse than him at it is Batman; Stone masked, more shadow than person, a labyrinth of a man.
But Hal isn't paid to think for a reason, because Batman kneels by that kid, and places a fatherly hold on his shoulders, just like Hal's father used to do when he bruised his knees climbing trees.
He doesn't say anything, because there's nothing to say. Words aren't medicine, after all. He's just waiting, it seems like, until the kid speaks first, " My daddy's dead."
"...Yes. I'm sorry."
"But, -- but you were here. You're the justice league! No one dies when you're around! You're supposed to save everybody! So why-- why not him?!"
The weight gets heavier.
" Your father asked us to take care of you first. He protected you."
" You should've left me, then! What am I going to do now? I'm just, -- I'm just...A human."
" So am I."
" No, you're Batman. That's, -- That's not the same. You don't understand. "
Hal's vision is blurry and pained, bordering dangerously close to the deep dark void of unconsciousness, -- but he can't, he can't, God damn it Hal, be useful for once in your entire life, -- but he makes out a shadow moving.
He makes out the shape of Bruce's cowl, an armor, a secret, a mystery with no epilogue. Then he sees pale. Two dots of blue, sparkling from dark grey smudge.
When his vision sharpens, so does the tired face of Bruce Wayne.
"...Oh, holy shit."
" I do, " his voice changes, too, thought that may be just Hal's pumping eardrums playing tricks on him. He goes from grainy and rough to rain soft and porcelain. " I do know. Our pain isn't the same. But the way we can get through it, is. Together."
The kid falls in his arms. For just a moment, it seems like death won when the ring powers out.
"Shazam!"
" Hey guys," Shazam's pretty wheezy for a tank made of beef and godly hands, " Sorry for the hold up. Got stuck in traffic."
They make it out. They use the picture of Wonder Woman carrying him out on her back, and Green Arrow shoves it in his face at the first opportunity.
He doesn't expect them to stick around in the hospital. But he does need to know, " Okay, so, hopefully that wasn't a near death fever dream. But are you Bruce Wayne?"
He asks Batman, and Bruce answers, a tone of shyness not unlikely a new kid introducing himself to the class, " ...Yes. and you're Hal Jordan."
"...Was it the biceps that gave it away?"
He doesn't smile, but Hal doesn't expect him to.
" Well, I mean...I'm in for the long run with you guys," Barry offers them a dorky smile before taking off his mask, too. " My name is Barry Allen. And I'm the fastest man alive...Also a bit of a science nut. I need to see your gadgets, by the way. Your Kevlar durability is just amazing, I mean the way you somehow altered the material,--"
" Oh," Apparently, Batman can blush. It's pretty addictive.
One by one, they follow, all easy smiles, all trust.
" My name is Diana. Princess of Themyscaria. I enjoy ice cream and swords."
" My name is Oliver Queen, and if you want to make a gay joke, don't bother. I said them all and I'm getter at it. And you!" He points directly at Bruce with an arrow, " You're in so much trouble for not telling me about this!"
" You didn't tell me either."
" What kind of detective can't explain the white, blonde, rich, good looking guy apart from Green Arrow? Come on."
Hal has a suspicion Bruce already knew, but said nothing out of courtesy.
" Hal Jordan. I almost broke my spine for you, so, you're welcome for That."
Superman strokes the back of his neck and hunches his shoulders, " I'm, uh, Clark Kent. I'm a journalist for the Daily Planet. I, uh...Make a mean apple pie. Which I could really go for right now."
" Hey, you punched Lex Luthor in the face! Good on you, man."
Diana chuckles, " You'll have to make your famous apple pie for us some time."
" Sure. I like eating with friends."
Hal and Oliver are definetly discussing that blush on Bruce later.
They all turn to Shazam, who's been listening, quiet for once, before he blows a laugh, "Uh, yeah, pass. You guys are nice and all, but I'm more than fine with this. Just me. Good old Shazam."
Crack.
" Is that...Is that a fucking 10 year old?!"
" I'm eleven!"
" What the FUCK,--"
" Don't curse in front of the 9 year old!"
" Again, I am eleven!"
" Who let the 8 year old in!?"
" Wow. Adults really don't listen, huh."
Bruce quite literally shakes on one place, " Are, um, are your parents deceased by chance?" He sounds hopeful about it, too.
" So. A handsome pilot. The fastest dork alive. A badass princess. A good guy who punches hard. A bow and arrow. A weirdo. And a 5 year old. We're quite the group, huh?"
" Again. I'm 11."
" Until you don't bring me some pizza and a bear, you're nothing."
hey if u can’t drive/are a slow learner due to a disability or mental illness, just picture historical figures like pirates or the founding fathers trying to operate a car.
it’s only “easy” bc we’ve normalized it.
clownpierce cant see well through the mask, like.. at all. He can see basic shapes and when a sword is coming at his face, but not much else. This also means he has never really *seen* the faces of other lifestealers, and will definitely instantly swoon if he sees branzy without the mask in the way
-evil anon
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everyone is flabbergasted at how easily Kaboodle gets away with repeatedly pissing off Clown, none of them know that she's literally his sister and gets a special pass to be a little shit
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Nico: So, what, now I’m just supposed to do anything that Reyna does? I mean, what if she jumped off a cliff? Coach Hedge: If Reyna were to jump off a cliff, she would’ve done her due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Reyna jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff. Nico: You jump off a cliff! Coach Hedge: Gladly. Provided Reyna did first.
Hylla: you can trust me! remember who pulled you out of that river when you were six?
Reyna: let’s not forget who pushed me in
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How do you personally feel about Reyna and Piper in terms of how they were handled/treated by the plot?
I don’t feel it’s my place to speak about Piper’s situation since I’m not NA, so I’ll link you to some other people’s posts (specifically from some cherokee readers), where it’s all explained: [link 1] [link 2] [link 3]
As for Reyna… yes, I have a few problems with the way she’s written, and I’m going to expand a little on it because I’ve never seen it addressed, at least not in detail.
First of all, there’s the whole attitude Riordan has going on of “she’s a strong independent woman who don’t need no man,” when abso-fucking-lutely every other character, minor or otherwise, got paired up by the end of Blood of Olympus.
Riordan writes her as someone who’s always, always alone and being left behind: forced to kill her father, separated from her sister, dealing with a two people job by herself… her damn horse died in front of her. And she doesn’t want to be alone. She asks for help, for company more than once. Asking Percy to be preator with her in SoN, her willingness to align with Annabeth in MoA, her overall helpfulness towards all the characters that interact with her, and her relief when she’s finally on a mission with someone (as evidenced by BoO when she’s with Nico), they all show that YES she’s strong, and she can deal with all the weight she’s constantly carrying around, but she still needs someone! It takes a toll on her, as it would on anyone, and instead of having her work rewarded, she gets even more taken from her.
Her backstory is compromised of “she had a father, who went mad, she accidentally vaporized him commiting one of the worst crimes in the eyes of the romans, she moved on to an island with her sister, where they made a home for themselves, but oops it got destroyed, so now they are separated. Oh, also, after she made it to New Rome, one of her closest friends went missing and came back months later with seemingly completely new alliances.”
Reyna is constantly being taken for granted and… that’s not as much evidence of the characters not caring about her as much as it is Riordan not caring about her. Jason is seen thinking about her more than once in TLH, yet when the greeks go to Camp Jupiter they don’t even get to catch up (yes, yes, tight schedule, w/e, but if RR could squeeze in a melodramatic Percabeth reunion then… she could spare a few pages to develop Reyna’s relationships).
Annabeth and Reyna seem to have hit it off really well in MoA, and iirc that’s all there is to it, not much more development on that front. Did she ever get to properly reunite with her sister? She doesn’t even get the consolation of maybe finding someone in the future (what with the whole “no demigod will capture her heart”-thing Bellona told her).
As for miscellaneous things related to her ethnicity… On that front I’d say she’s better off than Leo, a walking stereotype. However, she does have three last names: Reyna is fine, but Avila is a last name, as are Ramirez and Arellano.
I’ve seen some people say that it’s “cliche” or “overdone” that she’s got so many names but imo it’s ok - I have the exact same number of them (two first names, two last names), it’s pretty common. However, I insist, Avila is a last name! Unless you want to tell me that she’s somewhat named after the city… I could only find one account of the name being anything but a surname or the name of a place, and it’s a shady site that claims that “Abyla was a wife of Hercules, with whom she had a child that named a city after her.”
The only thing this last part does, though, is prove that Riordan’s pretty damn lazy with his research when it comes to writing characters of color. “Reyna Abigail Ramirez-Arellano” sounds almost the same, and Abigail’s an actual name.
Finally, I don’t have the #receipt because Riordan seems to have deleted his tumblr, but I’m 99% sure he once said that he didn’t want to write Reyna as a lesbian for some bs reason like “I fear stereotypes” or s/t, when we all know he loves them (and even if he didn’t he’s rich enough to hire a sensitivity reader), and several lesbian/wlw bloggers have said that’s bullshit (search the blogs I linked at the top^ for evidence of that). He just doesn’t want to give her any kind of positive development.
TL;DR: Reyna deserves better.
Ok but like has anyone ever considered trans Reyna??? Just hear me out for a second:
The day his son came out to him was the day Mr. Ramirez lost his cool
Hylla always defended her now little sister, and that’s what made Mr. Ramirez absolutely lose his gosh dang mind.
Reyna’s name used to be Reynaldo (In my opinion)
Both Reyna and Hylla were really happy because on Circe’s island the siblings got to stay together (seeing how Reyna was now a girl, and wasn’t turned into a guinea pig)
Nico being the first person to know, (obviously) and she told him on their statue quest
Reyna stuffing her bra to try to stay inconspicuous, and Frank one day walking in on her doing so (cuz it’s Frank let’s be honest) and keeping her secret for YEARS before she finally comes out to the rest
Reyna trying to FORCE herself to speak with a higher voice (I’ve always imagined she had a lower voice anyway)
When she finally does come out to everyone, she’s a sobbing, shaking mess of a human being, and her friends feel so bad that she was scared to tell them and make her cookies or something idk (probably Percy and Hazel who did that)
One of my favorite variations on the “Justice League Meets the Batfam” trope is the one where Dick, as Nightwing, joins the Justice League and makes Bruce suffer for it. Nightwing is unaffiliated with Batman so for all anyone knows Nightwing at most someone copying Batman’s philosophy in the neighboring city. More likely neither of them have ever spoken before. Bruce has to pretend like he doesn’t know His Son who is running around with the League. Dick is having a grand ole time being just a liiiiitle too familiar with Batman, not enough to blow their covers immediately but enough to make people confused and Bruce grumpy. Everyone thinks Batman is in the process of literally planning the murder of their new team member meanwhile Dick is in the Batcave getting yelled at about secret identities. He is clearly not listening to the lecture. Steph is behind Bruce mimicking his speech and acting innocent whenever he turns around. It’s great.
Clark: why are you like this
Bruce, three seconds away from dropping a glass of champagne on the floor, dramatically slipping in the pieces, and falling into the lap of the senator they’re trying to get information out of in a bizarre, sleep-deprived, but likely wildly successful seduction attempt: can you just let me have this please