Chapter 1: Eclipse
Gotham, the city of crime. Where you could be assaulted at every corner. You live in fear of death to more than one psychopath.
Among the shadows of those alleys lit only by the moon and the streets little-traveled wandered with total tranquility, or at least disguised fear.
I did not bother anyone, but everyone bothered me, even the huge sign in the sky for the bat, for the savior of this city.
I stopped as soon as I spotted a motorcycle, and not just any motorcycle, looking for the owner. And, knowing that it had a burglar alarm, I took the shadow and moved it a little, so that in a few seconds, he came out of the fifth-floor bar on the other side of the street.
A tall, black-haired man, quite tall and quite drunk, ran out as soon as he heard that annoying noise coming from his motorcycle. And as soon as he realized who was responsible for interrupting his peace of mind, he relaxed his muscles and put an adorable smile on his face.
-If you wanted to talk to me you would have called, texted, or sent a postcard, you didn't have to cause me to go into cardiac arrest on a Friday night.- said Jason Todd, as he pulled the keys out of the bike and turned off the alarm.
-It's good to see you too, Father.- I replied. I sat down on the sidewalk, making room for the man who had adopted me years ago to join me, in a silence that was not at all uncomfortable, just admiring the street lights.
-When did you arrive?- I asked him, restraining my desire to hug him. It had been a long time since I had seen him. One day he took his things and left, leaving me alone. And as soon as I found out he was in town, I couldn't help looking for him in the places he frequented most.
-About two hours ago, I didn't know if you were at Wayne Manor, at the apartment, or with Major Arcana*.- he replied as he took a pack of cigarettes out of his leather jacket and then threw it on the floor.
After a few years of taking care of me, Todd started to give up some habits that were harmful to him, because they also affected me. But some things are hard to give up.
His little Jane Todd. The biological daughter of Oscar Hart, a not so well-known but very dangerous criminal. That cruel man had left me in an orphanage after my mother was murdered in front of us when I was just 6 years old.
I spent many years in that place, with little food, not sleeping well, getting sick every month, running away at night, and stealing from convenience stores so my friends wouldn't suffer from hunger, 6 years passed until a strange man arrived at the orphanage, greeting the owner of that place as if they had known each other for years.
An attack on that place by an enemy of Red Hood, almost ended my life, being wounded by that guy. From that day on Jason decided to give me his last name and gave me all the protection that the second son of Bruce Wayne could have.
-What are you thinking about?- Jason asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. It's not like I don't dive into my mind very often, but he more than anyone else knew what inner demons were.
-I thought about what my life would be like if you hadn't adopted me four years ago.- I replied. -I was just checking to see if you had arrived and if you were okay.- I stood up and shook out my pants. I put a hand in the pocket of my sweatshirt, reaching for the copy of the keys he had forgotten, and gave them to him. -Olive invited me to the Mansion, apparently, they are having a little sleepover, tomorrow morning I will go to the apartment.
-I'll take you there. I need some documents I forgot in my room and I need to talk to Bruce.- Jason said as he got up and took the keys out of the motorcycle.
-But I'm driving.
-No
-You're a bad driver.
-No
-If I fall off in the middle of the road it's your fault.
Next part
Note: I used a translator for this, if there's anything wrong, feel free to tell me. I don´t have the long dash in my laptop's keyboard so, sorry for that
HELP
I'm trying to star with all this magic stuff but I don't really know how to start and don't really believe on Google articles on my language (Spanish). I can't go to markets, stores, library's to buy crystals, candles, books, and my mom is against online shopping, so...
How can I start with simple things?
I know, is a stupid question
And sorry, as I said, I'm not a native English speaker.
El principito —Antoine de Saint Exupéry https://www.instagram.com/p/CYpUu1pL8gv/?utm_medium=tumblr
Brain dump of today because I've been having a shitty week
Since some time ago, I've been feeling like my friends always ignore me, make fun of me, or try to get something from me (gifts, money, food, class notes, others stuff)
To set some examples: on Tuesday, one of them took a photo of me when i wasn't looking, edited it, and posted it online as a meme. On any other time, I would've laughed, but I was already in a bad mood, so when she told me, "Is it noticeable that I'm bored?" I couldn't even fake laugh and answered "Yes, and a lot" in the most annoyed voice I have ever heard from myself.
I was so mad at her for posting it. But j think it was a mistake from my part because I didn't telk her to stop, so I think she believes she didn't do anything wrong.
On Wednesday, I skipped classes so i could do son stuff at home. i didn't tell them I wasn't going until one of them (not the picture girl, the other one) asked if I was going, like an hour and a half after class started.
Yesterday, Thursday, they asked me to buy some stuff for a model we were going to photograph, but I didn't know what to buy. So I asked them before arriving at school. But they didn't answer, I kept asking until "message girl" told me "idk" so I answered, "I don't think they have that at the store, but I'll ask" I ended up buying a juice, a bottle of water and some chocolates. But j still was mad because they had already bought a juice and some cheetos. They haven't payed me, but meh.
A lot has happened, but i just needed to vent
Chapter 1: The Warehouse
The south side of Gotham, where crime and international business came together. Plus the proximity to Black Gate meant that many people avoided living near the ports and let hero groups, like this one, settle in and keep a close eye on the arms trade.
The Warriors Society held its meetings on Mondays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays. On Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays it was patrolling in the other sectors of the city and from the afternoons the teams were organized to keep everything in order and avoid intervening in Batman's affairs.
That day, Thursday, only 8 members of the then almost 20 were around the main table, with Jim directing the business to be transacted.
"I'd call the roll, but I'm too lazy," he said, tossing the sheets containing our names to the floor, "Next week is Casper's birthday, we'd give him the day off but...
"...But I have nothing to do that day, so, patrolling with my brothers?" interrupted Lightningale, trying to talk at average speed and not like he always talked to Mike or the League speedsters.
"We've got Bruce Wayne's granddaughter, and we're not even going to buy her a cake?" Jim asked after he pulled a paper clip out of one of the table drawers and threw it in my face, as a sign for me to settle my feet on the ground, although this time I was paying attention and the shadow stopped the small metal object and absorbed it.
"Thanks for ruining my plans, Bullock," I said, throwing the paper clip back at him.
Actually, it had all occurred to me in those few seconds. I had completely forgotten the date of that day. And with Casper's birthday came Jason's birthday. That month was all about spending money on gifts.
And with it came asking Grandpa for money, which was funny but I didn't like doing it. In the future, I would ask him to get me into his company in some small job to make good money.
"I'm sorry, now... I have three missions, one in Star City, one in Qurac, and one last one here," Jim continued, tossing the three folders on the table, a quick inspection of the table and starting to rule out options for the mission in Qurac.
Oswald, Casper, James, Henry, Sam, Alice, Jim and me. Bullock didn't like or find the missions in the field intriguing, preferring to stay behind the screen coordinating the missions. Henry was out of the question, he would probably be better off at Star, and with Oswald, who knew the city well and could keep him in his sights. Casper, James, Angie, and I, plus everyone who was missing, minus the team that was going to Lexcorp.
"I'm sure Arthur will ask for Qurac, and with him will obviously go Alice," Alice commented in front of me, playing with a stream of air in her hands.
"How are you so sure about that?" asked Sam, who for some time now has been even more attached to me and a thousand times more alert than before, maybe I should follow her example.
"Isn't it obvious?" asked Alice, leaving the little clean air in the area alone, making the papers on the floor fly around us, "Those two have something, and I'm sure they like each other.
The reaction of more than one was the same, turning to look at me with intrigue. By way of distraction and to avoid yelling at my friend I decided to pull out some of the shade and play as she was doing a few moments before.
"As long as the little romance doesn't interfere with our affairs," I said, answering the silent questions of my companions.
And with that Angie, Arthur and Alice were ruled out of the mission to the Qurac. The situation was only getting more stressful as time went on. I had to think things through clearly, look at things from every possible angle, and analyze the results.
"I suggest that Jane and the 3 warriors talk it over calmly and give me the members of each team for the next meeting, where I hope we will all be there," said Jim, probably noticing how overwhelmed I was by all of this.
The Warriors Society was a very large group, so from the beginning, it was divided into 4 teams, with a leader each called a Warrior. James, Oswald, and Sam were all capable enough to control their team on patrols and simple missions, but with new developments, it had become common to start breaking these teams up.
The meeting was adjourned as soon as the sun went down, shortly after Alice reminded us that the courtyard was no longer an available place for training.
We all got up with masks, visors, face shields, or weapons in hand and slowly made our way out the front door, some on foot and others on one of the motorcycles. For my part, I stood near one of the computer screens, pressing a couple of keys, a new window opened, showing the location of the rest of my colleagues who did not show up that day.
I quickly passed that information to the visor and left the warehouse, closing the door behind me. The harbor at that time of night seemed a quiet place. The sound of the water lapping against the boats could lull anyone to sleep. I walked slowly through the alleys until I came out onto one of the busy streets near the Fashion District.
Arriving at Wayne Manor this early in the night wasn't an idea I was too fond of, especially knowing who was staying that night, but I had nothing else to do, and postponing a problem wouldn't make it go away.
Walking slowly to the train tracks, watching the night sky for a moment I thought about what it would be like to disappear, to fake my death, and make everything I worked for these past few years go to waste. When I least noticed, I was already crossing the Robert Kane Bridge, from Gotham to Bristol. I had crossed almost the entire city in the blink of an eye. Before I knew it, the cape of the suit had transformed into a long coat, I was grateful for it, but I hoped no one had seen me do that.
If James decided to end his patrol early, we could get down to discussing the missions and who knows, ask Tim, who was also leading a team of heroes, for some advice.
✨Dream Symbols✨🌌
Abundance - desire for independence
Accident - something unplanned
Actor//Actress - desire for recognition
Adultery - guilt
Airplane (Transportation)
Altar - self sacrifice
Anchor - stability. Sometimes a desire for a permanent home
Anniffil - the feminine aspect of the individual. Guide to the inner world. Receptive, prospective, and nurturing.
Animal - defends on your feelings for the particular animal. A helpful animal normally represents the instinctive self.
Animus - the masculine aspect of the individual. Uncompromising conviction. Force.
Apple - desire
Arrow - pleasure, festivity
Auction - promise of abundance
Automobile (Transportation)
Baby: Crying - frustrated plans, Laughing - plans fulfilled, Sleeping - waiting period, patience
Balloon - frustration
Basement - a place of refuge or retreat
Battle - inner conflict
Bells - fulfillment of plans, joy
Bicycle (Transportation) - hard work will bring plans to fruition
Birds - usually transcendence from one being to another
Birth - transition to new phase or new aspect of self
Bridge - overcoming difficulties, a change
Broom - the ability to sweep or clean up
Bull - animal nature, stubborness
Burial - end of a phase, time to take a new direction
Candle - constancy
Cane//Crutch - the need for support
Capital (City//Town) - the center
Castle - ambition
Cave - a place of retreat or refuge, a need for time to think and meditate
Circle - totality, perfection, infinity
Cities - gatherings of consciousness
Climbing - the self mastery process, rising consciousness
Clock - the passage of time, the need to take action
Clothes - attitude, personality
Coffin (Burial)
Cradle - potential for advancement
Crossing a River - a fundamental change of attitude
Crying - emotion, usually a sad event
Crystal - union of matter and spirit
Curtains - concealment, adornment
Red - strength, health, vigor, sexual love, danger, charity
Orange - encouragement, adaptation, stimulation, attraction, plenty kindness
Yellow - persuasion, charm, confidence, jealousy, joy, comfort
Green - finance, fertility, luck, energy, charity, growth
Blue - tranquility, understanding, patience, health, truth, devotion, sincerity
Indigo - changeability, impulsiveness, depression, ambition, dignity
Violet - tension, power, sadness, piety, sentimentality
Darkness - the spirit world, the subconscious, turning inward
Death - the end of something, opportunity for new beginnings
Dog - loyalty, laziness, anger
Eating - need for new interests, stimulation
Evening - descending into the subconscious world
Eye - perception, self-examination
Falling - failing to live to expectations
Fish - transcendence from one state of being to another
Fire - anger, purification, abundance of energy
Flowers - contentment, pleasure
Flying (Transportation)
Girl - immature feminine aspect
Glass - perception, being able to see (sometimes in the future)
Graduation - initiation, completing a phase
Hair - thought, grey or silver hair indicates wise thought
Hammer - power to drive forward
Helpful Animal - the instinctive self
Highway - the path, the way ahead
Horse: White Horse - symbol of life, prosperity; Black Horse - change of fortunes; Wild Horse - uncontrolled instinctive urges; Winged Horse - transcendence from one state of being to another
House: The symbol of personality and conscious interest from the spiritual view. The particular room represents particular interest >> Bathroom - cleansing, elimination of the undesired; Basement - place of refuge, retreat, concealment; Bedroom - place of rest and recovery; Dining Room - place of sustenance, refortification; Kitchen - a place to prepare the sustenancen; Living Room - place of socializing
Ice - coldness of character, frigidity, rigidity
Illness - boredom, delay
Individual Self - the “real” you, the inner you, the all-wise, all-powerful spiritual self
Jail - confinement, frustration, inability to act
Journey (Transportation)
Judge //Jury - your conscience
Key - the answer to a problem
Kiss - satisfaction, completion
Ladder - ability to climb (note the length of the ladder)
Left (as in side of direction) - the subconscious side, sometimes the wrong side of direction, the logical side, the scientific side
Light - hope
Lines: Broken lines - represents the feminine aspect; Solid lines - the masculine aspect
Lizard - transcendence
Lock - frustration, security
Man//Male - animus, the masculine aspect, the age indicates the maturity or lack of it in the individual
Mask - falsehood, deception, concealment
Mirror - need to reconsider
Mother - heaven, comfort
Nakedness - real, true, without false attitudes, exposed, natural
Night - greatest strength of the super-consciousness
Noon - the greatest clarity of consciousness
Even Number - signify balance and harmony
Odd Number - signify imbalance and discord
The beginning, the source, the ego
Duality, the male and female, positive and negative
Father, mother, and child; past, present, and future
The material universe, consciousness, reality, and law, physical power, initiative, religion and spiritual evolution
It represents materialism, expansion, change, understanding, and change
The number of cooperation and balance. It represents interaction between the material and the spiritual, mental and physical. It signifies psychism, peace
Completion, old age, endurance, evolution and wisdom. The seven stages of spiritual transformation
The number of dissolution and separation. The law of cyclic evolution and invention
Rebirth and reformation. Intuition, travel, karma
0. The circle, infinity, the universe
Ocean - opportunity, spirituality
Owl - wisdom, need for further evaluation
Pearl - joy; Broken string of pearls - misunderstanding
Pirate - suspicion
Pyramid - thirst for knowledge, seeking
Railroad - a set path to follow
Rainbow - great happiness, opportunity
Reading - learning, gaining in knowledge, perceiving
Riding (Transportation)
Right - the consciousness, correctness, the artistic side
Ring - completion, loyalty
River - spirituality, a boundary
Rocket (Transportation)
Rocks - the unchanging self
Rodents - transcendence or a less-than-nice person, distrust, betrayal
Roller Skates (Transportation)
Roses (Flowers)
Ruins - failure of plans
Sacrifice - overcoming pride
School - a need to learn
Scissors - distrust
Sea (Ocean)
Self-image - the inner or spiritual self
Shadow - the subconscious, insubstantiality
Ship (Transportation)
Skeleton - the basics, the root of a problem
Snake - spiritual wisdom, transcendence into a state of wisdom
Snake-bites - infusion of wisdom
Soldiers - force, power, regeneration
Spade - cutting, tough work lies ahead
Sunrise - clearing of consciousness, awakening
Sunset - need to protect assets
Swan - beauty, comfort, satisfaction
Sword - conflict
Table - support, a platform for presentation
Telescope - need to get closer to a subject
Thief - loss or fear of loss, insecurity
Thunder - anger
Touching - healing. On rare occasions it may mean a curse. Can be comfort, security. The manner of touch and your feeling about it is important
Trains (Transportation)
Transcendence - achieving full realization of the individual self
Transformation (Transcendence)
Transportation - spiritual advancement. The more efficient the mode, the more effective and rapid is the advancement
Tree - the life principle, psychic growth and development, progress
Tunnel - hiding, being afraid
Turning - changing or developing. Turning in a circle represents lack of progress
Twins - ego and alter ego
Umbrella - shelter
Veil - insecurity
Volcano - emotions
Wall - frustration, inability
Water - spirituality, emotion
Wedding - culmination of plans, happiness, success
Witch - supernatural ability, wisdom
Wreath - self pity
I NEED HELP
So, the other day I was talking to a friend of mine and I said "sometimes I would like to rewrite the Harry Potter universe and make it a little more logical," and I regret that. Because now I hace the idea of making my own magical universe.
I have a goggle doc in which I am writing the basics of the story, my world building and some character sheets. I also added a few designs of uniforms for the school and now I'm working on my Villain design (because is the arc that has the most develop until know)
Now, I may have my basics but I'm still missing a lot. If someone would like to help in character design, reviewing and beta reading the story, helping with new concepts for the world building or even helping with the designs of places in this universe you can send me a dm and I will send you the Google doc. For now I only have de doc in Spanish but I can translate it to English.
Thank you in advance
Chapter 17: Clowns Without Jokes
My life was never pink. It was closer to black than pink. But deep down I always knew that there were people who suffered even more than I did, so I shouldn't feel so bad. Everyone told me that. I learned to act, hiding my fears and sadness under a mask and playing a perfect-looking character.
And I knew I wasn't the only one suffering, my own family had demons they refused to accept. I knew that there were people my age suffering worse wars against enemies so atrocious that just describing them made your body tremble. And I thought about it every day of my life.
My mother was killed in front of my eyes, her last words directed at me. My father left me in front of an orphanage after that, saying he would come back for me, and he did come back, years later and only to tell me it was his worst mistake. I found out that my father was equal to or worse than the Joker himself.
But at the same time, I feel it's nothing with all that my cousin suffered. Losing an arm, eye, lung, and ear in the explosion that gave him his powers, being sold to Lex Luthor as an object of experimentation.
My reasons for killing Slade Wilson were very personal. To end a war that had been forming in my head for years. And that those two scumbags were free complicated my plans and the overprotection of my adoptive family tied my hands behind my back.
"We are on the street parallel to yours, to the north, there is an avenue, try not to let them get there," I heard Sound-Road say over the intercom. We had reached that street a few seconds ago and it wasn't long before the rest of the support would arrive.
"Eclipse, I would really appreciate your help right now," said Callan, who was standing next to Sam, sounding quite tired. I didn't think too much about it and took my shadow to get to the other street.
"Shooters, get into position, that includes you Arrow," I said, shortening the path down one of the alleys.
Callan having a beast on her side made her often uncontrollable. But no worse than many of us. Her anger made her very powerful, even defeating me at my best moments.
"Hakan, head towards the exit to the main avenue with Sound-Road. Try not to let anyone enter or leave this area," I informed him over the intercom while hitting one of the drugged clowns with my shadow.
I received no response, which made me think he had received my order. Pandora joined me seconds later, her spear skills easily comparable to the most capable warrior Shade had ever trained.
I received no response, which made me think he had received my order. Pandora joined me seconds later, her spear skills easily comparable to the most capable warrior Shade had ever trained.
"I never leave home without it," I said, holding my shadow in my left hand. It was enough to keep them away, but we would need more than that, and by orders of Batman and my own father I was forbidden to shoot at any civilians, but technically they were not civilians, or at least they were no longer civilians.
The sound of an explosion was signal enough for me to draw my gun and load it, signaling Callan to back me up.
The wolf attacked one of them as dinner, while three bullets ripped through the body of another one of them. We were so focused on them that we didn't realize there were more than seven of them, the other four were running away to the place we had already speculated they would. Olive speared the last of the ones surrounding us. Well, this was getting out of hand. But nothing Pandora's healing skills couldn't fix.
Another bomb, this time closer to us, but it didn't worry us. The shadow reached around two clowns who were trying to escape. Olive placed her hand on the shadow, and when it disappeared, the two men were writhing on the ground.
As a green gas began to become visible, I motioned for Pandora and Callan to put on their gas masks. Cheis and Sam were watching me from the rooftop of one of the buildings waiting for my orders, I simply signaled them to shoot the guy who had pulled out the gas bomb. Shade and Sound-Road arrived in time to dissipate the gas and get us breathing easy.
"We'll need more than gas masks if we're going to be facing those clowns," Sound-Road suggested as the police began to arrive, "Even if the Bat-family forbids us to go near the Joker, we can't let his helpers attack.
"Mike is right. While Batman takes care of the clown, we should have a team to track the helpers while the rest of us go after Slade," Scorpion said, standing next to me.
"We could create our own weapon against them. A gas that by itself is just as powerful as laughing gas or Scarecrow's gas, but in combination with one of these, it would act as a neutralizer," Shade said when we were all resting in an alley near the Wayne building.
"I'll tell Jim to schedule a meeting for tomorrow afternoon after school," I said, pulling my phone out of one of my belt pockets.
"Which you will attend," Olive told me.
"Right," I replied as if I didn't want to.
It was very often that when I stayed with my father I did not attend classes, not because he did not force me, but because he was almost not there and preferred that we spend time together, and when I stayed with Bruce he forced me to go with my cousin to the academy. I turned to see my cousin and signaled that we would talk later.
I called it a night on patrol and sent word to everyone else. I didn't want to go home at that hour, and Dad would probably be out patrolling or drinking at a bar somewhere too. I looked for a good place to sit for a while and think.
When I finally found it, I took off my visor and pulled a tracking device from my belt. I turned it on and waited for my target to arrive.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" asked a voice from behind me.
"I just wanted to ask how you were doing, you weren't answering me and I was starting to get worried," I said, lowering my voice so no one could hear us.
"I'm the one who should be worried, you've been acting really weird lately," she replied, stretching out her hand towards my face.
"I know, it's just... Everything is coming together and my mind is totally scrambled. And that bitch is in town. I don't know what to do anymore," I sobbed, dropping to my knees, taking my face in my hands.
"It's all right, everything will be all right. No one can hurt you as long as I'm alive," he said, sitting down next to me, wrapping me in an embrace.
"Thank you Asset," I said after a while.
Dashboard
On Wattpad, I'm starting to write the prequel of my story. As you probably don't know, once I finish the first story it's gonna go to edition, again.
And once I finish publishing it here, it's gonna go to edition, maybe with changes maybe not. The prequel will also be up here once the first part is completed. I won't let you without content.
Right now my laptop is in reparation and I'm using my mom's desktop, so it'll be more difficult for me to edit and write these few days. Fortunately, after this class week, I'll have another two weeks of vacation.
Jane Hart
3 years ago, in 2018, I felt very lonely, to the point the only thing I could do was watch TV all day long and read.
One day, I was changing channels, trying to find something to watch, when Teen Titans Go popped on my screen. I watched it, I liked it and I tried to find more about it, to the point I discovered Nightwing New 52 and Grayson. I fell in love with the whole batfam and the idea of a new character appeared in my mind.
Jane Todd, biological daughter of Oscar Hart, adopted by Jason Todd (yes, this is weird, sorry) and grand daughter of Bruce Wayne.
The idea is still forming on my mind, but I think I can get somewhere.
The moment you realized everything you do is worthless. That your friends already did it, so if you do it, it's just a copy, stealing an idea.
The moment you realize you really have no talent, no amazing thing about yourself that you can show everyone, while your friends all always say how amazing the other friend is.
The moment you realize you'll never achieve your goals because you need to be good at something you're not, because you lack an ability, because the more you try to learn, the more you get tired of even trying.
she/they 20 years. This blog is a mess of a lot of things. Roch's personal Blog
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