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Inspiration

Creativity weighs on me.

So many ideas awaken that I can't put into practice.

And I shape half-formed ideas that never get any further.

I feel heavy.

With so many ideas and so little ability.

I need time and organization.

Sometimes I feel I have all the time in the world.

But other times I feel like everything is coming at me

I have so much on my mind and so little time.

I want to do everything and at the same time, I can't do anything.

Even if inspiration wanders through my mind I can't express it.

Doubts assail my head.

They answer themselves or just die there.

Inspiration comes to me daily.

And at all hours.

Kon: I love Tim but sometimes he’s impossible to keep up with, he’s always so busy

Dick: What you have to understand is that my brother only has two modes - “sleep” and “go”

Kon: He has a sleep mode? How do you put him in sleep mode?

Dick, watching Tim chug his 18th espresso of the day: I have no idea

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 26: What A Bullet Destroys

Olive

My life has always been a sham. I am a simple replacement. An android, or at least half of my body, designed to destroy beings equal or more powerful than Shade herself.

Jane Todd came to me, saving me from the suffering caused by my creator, Lex Luthor, promising me a better life. Promising me to find my family and if not, the chance to be a part of hers. He came to me when everything around him seemed to be falling apart.

I arrived with the Wayne family a few months before Angella almost stuck a knife in their back.

Assana told me everything, including the plan they both had for Richard Grayson's supposed biological daughter to be accused of treason, not only against the Wayne family but also against Shade.

When I woke up the first time, I didn't know anything, where I was, or how things worked. I was human, but I knew nothing about humanity.

During that time, Jane trained me, teaching me to use the skills Luthor and my parents had accidentally given me. She lent me her clothes, accompanied me if I had nightmares, taught me how to use the sword, even taught me how to use the microwave. Before long I was on his level, ready to carry out the plan.

The supposed Angella Grayson was nothing more than a conspirator, using Eclipse for her own benefit and manipulating different members of her original team of heroes.

Shade, Eclipse, Cheis themself and Scorpion had a deep hatred for the traitors, treating them like scum for months until they found out who had put those ideas into their heads.

All those who had doubts were sent to missions in other cities, even to other countries, but when the threat grew, the traitors stayed day and night in a single district.

Nightmare, White Scarab, Red Sun, Velma, Percia, Alchemy. The greatest team of young superheroes, the Warriors Society, was disbanded. And what were they thinking?

Betray Assana Jernigan, heir to the enormous power of Shade, the most powerful person in this universe, capable of destroying entire planets just by thinking about it, who received the same training as Jane Hart, the girl who in seconds can make you puke your guts out.

The breaking point was when Assana, with the help of Malowe, Callan, and Jane, exposed the name of Angella's real father. Slade Wilson. The ability to read minds had taught her that this data must be in the back of her mind.

Even the world's greatest detective didn't see that coming. But that was obviously part of the plan. Shade gave her one of the worst punishments ever imagined, she would live, free, but she would be permanently erased from everyone's mind.

She begged for forgiveness, and Assana told her that she would let only two people remember her. For a moment, I thought she would choose Dick, but she didn't. She chose Jane and me. Assana, being the one who administered the punishment, couldn't forget her either.

The situation with Richard, having so many memories with Angella, would be different. His memories of his supposed daughter would be erased. He would not remember the main reason why Eclipse took me in or the fight Angella and I had and why in the future he would decide to make me his temporary companion. But after all, he took me in as if he had known me all my life.

When I arrived at the Manor and was left in Richard's care, I thought he would abandon me, but I was wrong. He taught me how to control my powers, he taught me how to cook the basics, he even taught me how to socialize.

Jane was the first person to show me trust, respect, honor. I consider her my best friend, my cousin, my sister, my partner. She showed me what it is to be human. And even though we obviously had some misunderstandings, we always managed to make up in no time. I owe everything to her. I even have so much respect for her that during the time Ric had amnesia, I gave the mantle of Nightwing to her while I infiltrated the court of the Owls.

Without Richard and Jane, I wouldn't have survived more than a week in Gotham.

I was thinking about all this as I arranged the chemicals we had taken on the shelf. Jane had not shown up for class, and most likely she was still talking to the principal, those conversations sometimes lasted for hours.

As I left the room I checked the notifications on my phone, to my surprise, Jane's messages abounded, explaining in a not so brief way her situation and begging me to find a way to get out of the school.

I had no choice but to escape through the school's emergency exits, even though Jane had already told me that Uncle Roy had already asked permission to take me out of the school. I ran to the classroom, grabbed my backpack, and retraced my steps back to the gym. I placed my artificial hand on the door to deactivate the cameras and alarms and finally got out.

I walked down one of the alleys so I could take off the annoying uniform and the necklace with Zatana's spell to cover my robotic parts and put on the suit I had designed with the help of my cousin.

When the location of Eclipse arrived on my phone, it had already started to rain, I had no problem the water would not reach the circuits easily, but I knew that if they continued fighting it would be much more difficult to finish the fight.

The message Jane sent me didn't say much, she was on the roof of a building, far from where I assumed she would be. Still, I decided not to ask questions and help her with whatever she was doing.

"He flies through the air with the greatest of ease, the daring young man on the flying trapeze," I began to sing as I swung between the buildings, just as my father had taught me.

Arriving near her location, I could make her out, her hair and clothes soaking wet, kneeling on the ground, and hugging herself. She was not alone.

In front of her, Genesis, Angella Wilson, was making her appearance again, without the costume we saw her in a few days ago.

I didn't wait any longer, I took out my spear and threw it against her, not to hurt her, but to make her notice my presence, it fell a few centimeters away from her, burying itself in the ground. And I covered the distance I needed to reach them under her watchful eye.

"What a nice meeting, isn't it?" Genesis asked, raising her foot to lift Jane's head with her tip so that they could look each other in the eye -although there is still someone missing," she said, dropping her foot back to the ground. At that moment I had the opportunity to pick up my spear again.

"Get away from her," I said, pointing the halberd at her throat.

"Why would I do that? You have no control over me," he said, with a huge smile on his face.

"Don't worry, Pandora. I'm fine, it was just a scratch," Jane said, trying to get up behind me. But from the sound of her voice, I could tell it wasn't just a scratch.

"How cute," Genesis joked, "What are you two planning to do against me," she asked.

And that was my cue to disappear the spear and throw a punch to her face. I didn't want to start a fight, I just wanted Jane to have time to get herself together so we could get out of there. Nor was it in my plan for Nightwing or Red Robin to show up there and ask us a thousand questions.

Between Angella and I, a fight started, although I clearly had an advantage, the rain didn't bother me as much as it did her.

"I don't feel like fighting with a cheap copy," said Genesis, standing on the edge of the roof, then turned to my cousin, "Let this be a lesson to you Eclipse," when she finished speaking, she let herself fall, but I didn't dare to find out if she had survived the fall. I ran to help Jane, who with the help of her shadow created support for her weight. When she looked up, not only did I see that she was about to start talking, but also that her eyes were completely black, and a deep wound in her abdomen was a bad omen.

"I don't want explanations now, I'll take you home and help you with the wound," I said, putting his arm around my shoulders to help them walk, "We're not far away, just... don't fall asleep.

We made our way to my Uncle Jason's apartment in total silence. We entered the building through one of the windows in the hallway on the floor where the residence was located. With the help of Jane's shadow, we opened the door.

When we walked in, we saw a shirtless Jason, wearing sweatpants and wet hair. But when he saw us enter, he quickly put his shirt back on and got up to help me with Jane, who was beginning to close her eyes.

"What happened to her?" he asked me, leading his daughter to the biggest couch in the living room.

"I don't know, they were already like that when I arrived," I told him, going to the kitchen to look for the first aid kit.

Jane, what do we do now?

Previous Chapter

I only saw you once

I only saw you once, and I was already dreaming of you.

You only spoke to me once and I was already imagining your hand against mine.

You only greeted me once and in my mind wandered all the topics we could talk about.

And the more you talked to me the more I felt my mind wander through those scenarios.

And then anxiety would strike.

What if you only talked to me out of guilt?

What if you only said hello to me because you needed something in the end?

What if this is all just your way of getting something out of me?

Your way of manipulating me until I'm at your feet and do everything you tell me to do.

Your way of proving that I'll always let you walk all over me.

And then your message comes through and everything seems to cease to exist.

The anxiety, the imaginary scenarios.

Am I falling in love with you or with the illusion?

The one I like because it makes me feel good.

It makes me feel that I'm finally worth something.

That I'm not just one more in the system.

And then you ask me to help you with something.

You ask me to do homework together and I don't refuse because finally having someone else's company makes me feel good.

But the same thought comes back to my mind.

I imagine again the pain of rejection.

What will my life be like once you stop talking to me?

And if you hear those rumors from people, what will you think of me?

Will you stop talking to me or pretend you never heard them?

Or will you accept them and tell me to my face what a shitty person I am? And you'll leave and I'll be the same as in the beginning, alone.

Cold in my professions and in my friendships.

Modifying a little bit Hamilton's famous line.

And like him, pretending to give minimal importance to personal relationships.

Trying to keep myself free of any particular attachment.

And keep my happiness independent of the caprices of others.

If you ever leave I'll again be wondering when a person will come along who will truly stay with me.

I will be called manipulative at the end of this text

But believe me that midnight is when I become the most sincere.

Because my mind is so weak that it doesn't rest.

And I think about it so much that I don't sleep peacefully.

And I hope that after all this if you ever find out who wrote this, and that it was meant for you, don't leave.

Stay and assure me that you will never leave.

Just make me believe for a few seconds that I am no longer alone.

And let me see you one more time

Midnight Thoughts

Solo te vi una vez

Solo te vi una vez, y ya soñaba contigo

Solo me hablaste una vez y ya imaginaba tu mano contra la mía.

Solo me saludaste una vez y en mi mente vagaba todos los temas de los que podríamos hablar

Y mientras más me hablabas más sentía mi mente vagar por esos escenarios.

Y luego la ansiedad atacaba.

¿Y si solo me hablaste por culpa?

¿Y si solo me saludaste porque al final necesitabas algo?

¿Y si todo esto es solo tu forma de sacar algo de mi?

Tu forma de manipularme hasta que este a tus pies y haga todo lo me digas que haga.

Tu forma de demostrar que siempre dejaré que me pisoteen.

Y luego tu mensaje llega y todo parece dejar de existir.

La ansiedad, los escenarios imaginarios.

¿Me estaré enamorando de ti o de la ilusión?

Aquella que me gusta porque me hace sentir bien.

Me hace sentir que finalmente valgo algo.

Que no soy solo una más en el sistema.

Y luego me pides que te ayude en algo.

Me pides que hagamos la tarea juntos y no me niego porque tener finalmente la compañía de otra persona me hace sentir bien

Pero el mismo pensamiento vuelve a mi mente.

Imagino nuevamente el dolor del rechazo.

¿Como será mi vida en cuanto me dejes de hablar?

Y si escuchas esos rumores de la gente, ¿Qué pensaras de mi?

¿Dejaras de hablarme o fingirás nunca haberlos escuchado?

¿O los aceptaras y me dirás a la cara lo mierda de persona que soy? Y te iras y yo estaré igual que al principio, sola.

Fría en mis profesiones y en mis amistades

Modificando un poco la famosa línea de Hamilton

Y al igual que el, fingiendo darle importancia mínima a las relaciones personales.

Tratando de mantenerme libre de cualquier atadura en particular.

Y mantener mi felicidad independiente de los caprichos de otros.

Si llegas a irte estaré nuevamente preguntándome cuando es que llegara una persona que verdaderamente se quede conmigo.

Me dirán manipuladora al final de este texto.

Pero créeme que la media noche es cuando más sincera me vuelvo

Porque mi mente es tan débil que no descansa.

Y pienso en tanto que no duermo tranquila.

Y espero que después de todo esto, si alguna vez descubres quien escribió esto, y que era para ti, no te vayas.

Quédate y asegurarme que nunca te vas a ir.

Solo hazme creer por unos segundos que he dejado de estar sola.

Y déjame verte una vez mas

Pensamientos de media noche

Terrors of Gotham

Prologue

Log #59

My name is Jane Pasley Todd, also known as the vigilante Eclipse. I have worn this mantle since I returned from the dead (a few years ago now) and have never doubted this identity until now.

My team has begun to act in strange ways. Although my position as leader was democratically elected, many have begun to ignore my orders even if it means endangering the lives of others. They have started to become even more stubborn than they already were in the beginning, I am glad they are sticking to their ideals, but not when it could wipe them all out.

Angie, my cousin, says I should let someone else take over, as she has begun to notice signs of anxiety and lack of control over my shadow, but I don't trust the team to adapt quickly to the new leadership, especially when we are in such critical times.

My brother doubts that Angie's intentions are the right ones. Although to be honest, he has never trusted her, as has Assana. But he says that as long as Richard has his eye on her, he won't say anything to the rest. Apparently, he's the only one who still keeps his trust in me.

Arthur starts to pull away from me and try to fight over any measly thing that happens. He urges violence at the worst times. The same thing starts to happen with Andrea and Henry, although from the latter I understand it, his powers are enhanced by anger. But from her I would never have imagined it, of course, her character has changed over time, copying some of the reactions of the rest of our companions as soon as she left the orphanage and felt much safer with us.

The reconnaissance mission in Lexcorp, Metropolis, went better than expected. We managed to gather even more information than expected. Unfortunately, the second part had to be postponed at the suggestion of Casper and Oswald. Between the three of us, we started thinking about possible rescue team members.

Shade has not notified me if she has any plans to settle permanently in Gotham. This simply means that even she doesn't know if there's anything behind this whole mess.

End of Log for Pentagon.

I had a breakdown, and I'm not writing it here so I can take your pity, it won't solve my life my passing problems, or even my undiagnosed depression. I'm here only to vent because I have no one to talk to and I feel like the more I keep it in the faster I will explode.

I had a breakdown, i started crying in the middle of my mom's living room, realizing how different I was from when I left this home two years ago, and suddenly, everything started to feel more real.

I cried the tears I had kept hidden behind my eyelids back when I had to apologize to my supposed friends for being bad at jokes, for acting cold with them, for being dramatic, for being too much, for being who I am and who I thought I had lost back in those two years of seclusion. I had to embarrass myself, to beg for a little attention from them because it seemed like they fed from it. They enjoyed ignoring me just so I could go crawling back to them. I apologized for not being able to be handled with.

Every single day I come to realize just how narcissistic they have been, how much they've broken me. How many things do I have to suffer to keep calling them my friends?

First and time I apologize for being myself, especially to people who joke about suicide every single day

Magic candles on Christmas containers

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 7: Scorpion and Poison

James paid for the next 4 beers. But he did have to go downstairs to act the hero and ask for them for free, saying they were for Batman, it didn't work out well, he couldn't get away with it and had to pay for them. When he returned to the rooftop he gave us each a can, although I didn't even open it and just gave them to him for a draw.

"... And then Roy told me I was an idiot and.... and...What was he saying?" Jason was saying, taking sip after sip of his can, as he told us about his latest great feat with his team. A great feat that no matter how hard he tried, he never managed to finish.

Apparently, the only interesting thing that happened with Nightwing and Pandora was a speeding driver, so I invited them to hang out on that rooftop too, a family reunion more than anything else, but they still weren't there.

"Wow, wow. I thought I'd run into one little bird today, but not four." Said someone behind me in a voice I knew all too well. A spider web stuck to me juicy and was snatched out of my hand.

"I didn't think I wouldn't step on a spider but look at us." Said James, getting up to go say hello to Poison.

"My juice," I sobbed, still in the same position. "This time I did pay for it."

Jared Barrera, like me, grew up in the orphanage, watching our backs. He, too, had gotten his powers from genetic experiments. He was a big fan of a comic book character who had spider powers. Even with that, he had great skills in acupuncture, which explained those knitting needle-like weapons. A skill that served him well being on a team like ours.

James and Jared greeted each other, like the great friends they were, and agreed that the next round of beers would be on Jason.

"I'm supposed to be in charge of you guys, not that I'm buying for you," Jason complained, also getting up to greet the newcomer.

"Bosses, I'm here." Jared greeted me from afar, as I was still sitting, sending the shadow to steal another juice. Assana just turned and waved to him. "Scorpion told me he was going to pick them up to go out drinking somewhere, but I think something happened because it's already late." He said to James, looking at the imaginary watch on his wrist.

"James was just planning to call you for that," I spoke after standing up and giving my newly arrived friend a nice greeting. "Now not only do you owe me $100, but you also owe me a juice.

We all sat on the floor waiting for Batman to give us the signal to leave, or for Nightwing to design to answer the calls. We listened to some anecdotes of Red Hood and the Outlaws, marveling at each half-told tale, a story could never end well. At one point James began to recount some of the missions he had had with Scorpion and Superboy, a temporary member who helped out on some missions.

After two o'clock in the morning, another hero joined our little gathering.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and esteemed non-binaries, these are the heroes who guard our city." Announced Oswald when he arrived at my side, snatching the juice that Jared had given me.

-Seriously you guys aren't even going to let me finish a juice. - I said as I looked for an empty can to throw at the newcomer.

Oswald Queen was for many years a secret assistant to Green Arrow focusing on helping him with strategies and locations, he never went out to the battlefield. There came a point when he got fed up with that anonymity and began to support Arsenal and, later, supported the Teen Titans. But it wasn't until the creation of Major Arcana and the Justice League's intervention in the team that he was free to go out on patrol and got the recognition he deserved, was even officially adopted by Oliver Queen and began to be known at some social events.

Although he doesn't have a metagene or any extraordinary skills, he has a special talent with the bow and in hand-to-hand fighting, but there were obviously people who outshone him in marksmanship

"At least tell me you stole a drink from James." Oswald pleaded, I simply shook my head in denial. "Spoilsport." He criticized, then turned to my other companions. "Did they leave me something?" He questioned, starting to look for a new can.

"Yes, we kept the garbage. Go throw it away," said Assana, passing him two empty cans and pointing with her head to the garbage can on the avenue we were supposed to be watching.

"Don't be like that, at least invite him a can." Jason scolded him, passing a can to my brother so he could give it to the newcomer.

"Thank you, Mr. Todd." He thanked him, once he had a new can in hand. "But I was just coming to tell your daughter that we have a huge problem."

I mean, for me it's a yes.

But I think in canon Remus had the potion (really don't remember the name) that kept him conscious during his transformation, so he should have remembered that. Maybe he did remember and just kept silent.

But once again, for me it's a yes.

so, i've got a question: when Remus lupin was teaching at Hogwarts and went on full werewolf on full moon, did Sirius black accompanied him like old times in his animagus form?

Please say yes