Reblog To Get Bruce Wayne Some Therapy

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Mike/Sound-Road: at least i'm gonna die doing something i love

Olive/Pandora: and that is?

Mike:

Mike: dying

Hey not sure if the mirage in that last post you made is referring referring an OC, but in dc canon mirage aka Miriam Delgado is a shapeshifter who sexually assaulted dick grayson by impersonating starfire, who was his gf at the time.

Here's a link to a reddit post with the panels: https://www.reddit.com/r/comicbooks/comments/5qqz7l/that_time_dc_slutshamed_nightwing_after_he_was/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

Shit, I didn't knew about that. Sorry

Think I may change the name of that character and try to not commit that mistake again.

Thanks for the info ._.

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 5: Blackbird

Night fell and with it came the criminals, the insane, and the sociopaths. That was the hour where we put on a mask, not just to hide our identities, and went out into the streets to do the job that the police couldn't do or weren't able to control. The first to go out were Batman and Robin along with Hakan, followed by Nightwing, Red Robin, and Pandora. Lastly, Red Hood, Shade, and me.

Pandora, Shade, Haken, and I were known to be part of a group of young heroes, then still unnamed. A small group of teenagers still in training that did not meet the qualifications to belong to the Teen Titans.

"Do you want to go on foot or on my motorcycle?" I asked Assana, while I passed my hand over my face to put on the visor that was part of my suit with the help of my shadow.

"With how bad you drive when there's traffic on the main avenues, I'd rather steal one of Batman's and drive myself," she answered as she fixed the short cape of the suit I had designed for her when she joined the second version of my team.

"See, I'm not the only one who drives badly," said Jason, arriving next to me with his trademark helmet in hand. "And unfortunately there are only two bikes here, one of the two will have to ride with me if you don't ride together."

"Okay, I'll go with you." As I answered, a huge mass of black smoke that I did not control appeared in front of us.

In a few seconds that smoke dissipated and, instead, a boy a little taller than me, with white skin and black hair appeared. He was wearing a very similar outfit to Jason's, only completely in black and with some silver details.

"I was unconsciously begging for you to show up," said my father, getting off the bike and turning it off for a moment. "I've been waiting for you since morning, what happened?" he came closer to where the three of us were.

His name was James Rhodes. My best friend during my time at the orphanage, my petty shoplifting buddy, and my soon-to-be brother. Jason was trying to adopt him, for reasons I still didn't understand. Whenever I asked him he would tell me it was because we were both very close, and other times he would tell me it was to protect him. Don't get me wrong, I really wanted Jason to adopt him, but there was something very strange.

He also had powers, very similar to mine, because he could transform into a black mass and move from one place to another, sometimes he could even transform into a raven or even a flock of those birds. His hero's name was due precisely to this ability. Blackbird.

And as the family that we were, he was also part of the team, specifically, he was one of the co-founders of that team.

"I wanted to come since last night because I knew Jane would be here, but I had to move up some homework I have to hand in on Monday," he replied as he hugged Jason. Of course, one of the few people with whom my father showed a little more affection was James.

"I forgot for a moment that you're a nerd," I said, trying to annoy him as I placed my dagger in my belt. I headed towards the bike I was supposed to drive, but arms around me stopped me.

"My pretty little sister." He said, lifting me up and pressing me tighter against his chest. "I missed you so much," he spoke again, still not letting go of me.

"We met on Thursday," I said, trying to pull away from the embrace, "Can you let me go," I asked and I knew what the answer was going to be.

"No."

"But we have to go."

"But your girlfriend can wait."

"She's not my girlfriend!" I said, with intense heat settling on my cheeks.

He finally released me, turning to Assana to greet her with much less physical contact.

"Chief, reporting for duty," James said, bowing.

"Yes, yes. Give me $10 and we're good." Assana said, holding out her hand.

"Hurry up or we'll leave you!" Jason shouted, almost starting the bike.

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I love it when dogs try to help but the task at hand requires zero dogs so they just kinda stand in front of you and look serious.

I love being queer, reblog if you too love being queer

probably gonna get shot on site for this but oh well

it is okay if you don't know literally every single detail about canon. It's okay!!! Its okay if you haven't seen every movie. It's okay if you never read the books. Its okay if you haven't seen every episode. Its okay if you haven't read every comic. Its okay if most of the stuff you know came from reading fanfic. Its okay if you have literally never touched the source material. Its okay if all you do is interact with tumblr posts or fanart. Its okay if you decide to make up your own version of events even if they contradict canon completely.

Fandom spaces do not exist to be policed. Fandom spaces do not exist to be gatekept. If you don't know each and every detail then its okay because fanspaces exist for you to fill in the cracks with whatever it is you like. You can literally headcanon whatever, no one can stop you. you have my permission to go crazy

literally tumblr is a bathroom and my mutuals are the drunk girls im talking to

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 24: Troubled Family

"Harper!" Timonthy and I shouted as we took in the full view of the person who had walked through the door. The red-haired boy wearing his favorite cap with green ink tattoos and the typical red suit. And obviously, he came in drunk, as expected.

"I honestly wasn't going to come but I said to myself: Roy, you haven't visited your nephews in like 2 weeks. And now I'm here. Is your father here?" he said, as he sat down in one of the dining room chairs, or at least tried to sit in a chair. God brings them up and they get together.

"Actually it was almost a month, days more, days less. But now, kind gentlemen, I must go to sleep because I have classes in a few hours. I don't want to fall asleep in history or math class so..." I said while I was trying to arrange the couch for Roy to sleep, when I finished talking, I pointed out the exit to Timonthy, not through the door, but through the window.

I didn't want him to sleepover, it was one thing to ask him for help because my brother wasn't around and another to want him to sleep here. We still hadn't fixed our problems, and I still refused to talk to him.

After I got Roy settled and finished cleaning up the mess, I went to sleep, two hours was something. I put away my suit and settled down to sleep, with the moonlight bathing my room and a mountain of homework that I didn't feel like doing right then and there.

When my alarm went off, I could smell food, Jason was a pretty good cook and rarely had anything raw or burnt. Unlike me, the most I could make was instant soup.

I got up and put on my school uniform, I had to admit I hated that uniform, but it was better than wearing casual clothes. I decided to comb my hair for once in my life, putting on a tiny braid and leaving the rest loose.

When I got to the kitchen I noticed Roy and Jason having a pleasant conversation, laughing from time to time, with Roy throwing bread crumbs at my father's head.

"How did my favorite niece wake up?" Roy said, trying to hug me. And when he did, he squeezed me in his arms.

"Fine, but could you let go of me?" I asked, trying to get out of that bear hug.

"Not until you call me uncle" The smile on his face became huge, and the food on the table only made me want to get out of it as fast as possible.

"Uncle Roy, now let go of me," he finally let go, but the smile was still on his face. It wasn't very often that I called him that, but he loved it. "My brother is not here yet?" I asked as I poured coffee and took some food on a plate.

"I thought he was the one who took me to my room," Jason said, walking over to the table to put down another plate of food.

"Actually... I called Jackson to help me. And now I'm running late, would either of you like to give me a ride? or give me the keys so I can drive?" I asked, trying to avoid the subject. I took the keys to my father's motorcycle, making them jingle so they could see that I was serious about going on my own without a driver's license.

In the end, Roy offered to give me a ride, he wasn't a bad driver, but it wasn't like I enjoyed the ride much either. When he dropped me off at school I warned him to keep Jason away from the phones in case the school called him about something, I had a bad feeling and didn't want to get the classic hour-long scolding.

As I walked in I started to look for my brother or a classmate of his to let him know about my brother's absence, but someone got in my way.

"Look at you, you almost look like a normal girl. Without those painted hairs and those chains on your skirt or those excessive extra sweaters, and obviously without your classic bodyguard," said the girl in front of me, as if we had known each other all our lives.

"Do I know you?" I asked, sweeping her with my eyes.

"Don't play stupid with me?" she replied, moving closer to me.

"If I may, I have to look for my brother," I tried to avoid her so as not to get into more trouble.

"Why? To hide behind him?" Her tone of voice was getting more and more irritating.

"Angella, leave her alone" Marcel Cleary was the guy everyone feared because he could ruin your family's financial situation in seconds, and that was worse than a blow. Advantages of being the son of a multimillionaire family. When the girl finally walked away, he spoke again. "So, what's Bruce Wayne's granddaughter doing alone?"

"I'm looking for my brother, have you by any chance seen him," I asked, starting to walk along with him.

"No, but we have a lot of classes together, I'll let them know he's not here. Don't worry," he said kindly, we said goodbye and went our separate ways.

When I entered the classroom corresponding to my class, I looked for my seat next to my cousin, and to my surprise, the new boy's seat was empty.

"What about the new boy?" I asked, arranging my things on the table before the annoying literature teacher arrived.

"I don't know, I didn't see him in the courtyard," Olive answered, playing with a pencil in her hand, then tossing it at someone's head, "Hey, did you talk to Damian? When I got to the Manor he was saying something about leaving Bruce in the kitchen and then he wasn't there," she recounted, starting to take her things out of her backpack.

"I didn't talk to him, but Jason was saying something similar, I didn't take it seriously because he was drunk, but Tim also said Damian told him about that weird adventure. At this point I don't know what to expect from those guys" I said, copying her actions.

The first two classes went on forever, with one teacher literally ignoring me and another not explaining what the Punnett square was and expecting us to guess how to do it.

When recess came, I was more annoyed than anything, at least I hoped the next few classes would be a little lighter or I would start using the shade to distract myself.

At some point, Timonthy approached my table, carrying a cute white thermos with an adorable polar bear drawn on it.

"Wow Wayne, I didn't know you liked bears," Jared teased, tossing him a piece of lettuce.

"Just so you know, they're fierce hunters, and the thermos is not for me." When he finished speaking, he brought the glass close to my face.

"For me?" I asked incredulously. Tim wasn't much of a gift-giver, and this was really adorable.

"Yes, and it's full. I asked Alfred to make the coffee since he knows how you like it," this was definitely adorable, at least to me.

Before recess ended, I went to the bathroom, asking Olive to put the thermos in my place if I didn't make it to the cafeteria before the bell rang.

Usually, in those places, the most horrific acts are witnessed. Clearly, I did my basic needs and washed my hands (as anyone not addicted to pictures in the bathroom mirror would do) and before leaving I ran into Angella.

"Wow, it's a small world," she said, pushing me into the stinky place.

"And it sure is." I tried to dodge her to get out since the bell had rung a few seconds ago.

"I'm told you don't even live in your grandfather's manor. Who does your father have to suck his dick to have money to eat?"

"I would ask you the same question Wilson."

"Tell me, Jane, how does it feel to be Bruce Wayne's forgotten granddaughter? Oh, that's right, you don't know."

"So that's what this is all about? Ha," I said, straightening up to look taller.

"You missed me so much, you had to find a replacement." And so much for my patience.

My fist went straight to her nose, she didn't even have a chance to avoid it. As she tried to block the gush of blood, I grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head against the sink. Then I pulled her into a cubicle and whipped her again against the toilet bowl knocking her unconscious.

Blood was flowing from her nose and from a cut on her forehead. This would be a big problem if they found me here.

I took out the shadow and had it destroy the camera in the hallway while I washed my hands, arranged my hair and uniform skirt. I left Angella lying on the floor, bleeding.

As I walked out into the hallway, I picked up the shadow and headed to my last classes of the day.

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Princess of Gotham

Chapter 14: Meetings & Snakes

The meeting room spanned half of one floor of the building, with a table large enough to fit all 13 of us.

"I'd do a roll call, but just by counting them, I can tell we're all here. So I'd appreciate it if everyone would line up at the end to check them out," Jim said, holding some white sheets of paper in his hand.

"Let's get this started soon, I feel uncomfortable surrounded by so many people." Black Arrow, known to the Waynes as Samantha Smith, another Green Arrow assistant who didn't last long.

"Good. Point 1: this week there will be nuggets in the cafeteria..." Said Jim, while Poison Spider tried to contain his laughter.

"Jim! That's not the list," said Oswald, quickly getting up from his seat to snatch the lists from Jim and switch them.

"Slade Wilson was spotted in Metropolis, Star City, and neighboring cities. Reports from Belle Reve say he is still a prisoner. The Teen Titans haven't reported his sighting either. And we want to keep it that way" I started to say after Jim dropped the countless sheets of paper on the floor.

Everyone turned to look at each other again. This situation was going to start getting out of hand.

"Two known criminals have escaped from Arkham. The Joker and The Scarecrow. Their exact location is unknown. Batman, Nightwing, and Red Hood have warned of the risks of seeking a face-to-face confrontation, so for the time being we will stand aside," Blackbird spoke, rising from his seat and standing beside Jim and helping him hold the sheets.

From what my brother said, I figured Dick had already warned Olive. But why were they getting so worried now?

"There are new heroes," Hakan said, out of the blue, "Or so I've heard.

If they mentioned anything about new heroes it must have been important, new heroes and villains were born every day, but that was none of our business, as long as they didn't cause us trouble.

"A new group of seven girls who call themselves Black Mamba," Hakan continued, also getting up from his seat, drawing the attention of most of us.

And that was something that Rai Hayashi had. No one could take their eyes off him, which at that point in the conversation meant that he had more than 5 pairs of eyes on him.

"Hakan and I tried to get some information out of them but I couldn't get very close to them, I tried to read their minds but it was impossible. I don't know if it's because of the distance we were at, some interference, or if they had previous training to detect us" When Malowe, our trusty shapeshifter, stopped talking, we all turned to look at Jim, who was already sitting in front of the huge computer screens.

"Nothing appears in the system about them, I'll need time to investigate them," anyone who saw him would think he was pressing keys at random, but he wasn't.

"Investigate them or ask them out?" mocked Sound-Road, who was almost sprawled out on the table next to Black Arrow.

Mike Vos was the son of an important actor and writer in Star City. A few years ago, when I was still in the orphanage, his family came to deliver a huge donation and we soon became great friends. Even after all the tragedies that befell us, we were able to control the metagene.

"Eclipse, may I take the floor," I nodded, still without saying a word, "What we should be concerned about right now is Slade Wilson. I would like to propose a plan for an effective attack."

Cheis Garcia, an immigrant who had earned their reputation for their incredible aim with firearms and for having no mercy on their enemies. I never offered them a position on the team, but one day they approached me saying they could be of great help, and I accepted.

The vast majority gave Cheis permission to explain their plan. Sadly, I again plunged back into my thoughts, managing to hear little or nothing of his plan.

"It's easy to say, but everyone here knows it's hard to bring Deathstroke down," said Oswald, exchanging arrows with his partner Samantha, "Besides we couldn't all go, we'll need to pick a team for this, split up, as usual," he turned to me and all I could do was signal for him to continue talking, but apparently that was all he wanted to say.

Why was making a simple plan so complicated? This team had had tougher missions than this, and now I couldn't even think straight or designate the team. It was known in advance that this moment would come, sometimes we would talk to each other making little plans for this, and suddenly the ideas were gone.

Robin had already warned me of the dangers of confronting Slade. In his personal experience, it was better to wait for him to find us than to look for him on our own. But I never thought that was the best thing to do. I wanted to find him myself and if possible, kill him and bury him more than 10 feet underground.

"Volunteers to go attack Slade," Jared asked loudly, drawing everyone's attention and causing more than one to raise their hand.

"We'll make a list and see what we can do from there," Callan said, rising from her seat.

Everyone began to leave the room, leaving Assana and me alone.

"I know what you're thinking, and I won't let you do it," my partner warned, approaching me.

"We'll talk about this later," I said, leaving the room.

Terrors of Gotham

Chapter 3: High Enough

I remember when I was a child, my father was the clear example of what I would never be, alcohol and cigarettes seemed to be the most horrendous things, drugs were an atrocity. I thought about what would be the reasons why people would try those things, and whatever they were, I hoped I would never have them.

Memories, because in that alley, after stepping on the end of the cigarette to put it out, I took the syringe and the bottle of green stuff that Cheis offered me. Fear toxin, for many, deadly, for the Batfamily something like a poison, for me, a simple drug that little by little lost its effectiveness.

The first time I tried that stuff was in that same place, two months after meeting Angella, I woke up near Wayne Enterprises, but that didn't stop me from continuing to kill myself slowly, besides it seemed that the shadow liked to be subjected to that fear.

At that point what hurt the most was the needle piercing the skin, after that a shiver all over my body, and little by little the sensation of the muscles starting to loosen.

"Ven niña, let's go get some beers," said Cheis, taking the empty syringe from my hand to throw it to the ground and break it with the heel of the boot, then they put their arm over my shoulders making me start to walk with them.

For many, seeing a Gotham vigilante with the granddaughter of the richest man in the city would be strange, especially considering Cheis' reputation, but there came a point where rumors no longer mattered.

"You're only 18, I don't think they want to sell you anything," I complained, feeling lighter than before and with a smile on my face.

"It's Gotham, I'll find a place," answered my companion.

Of all my colleagues, Cheis was the one I trusted the most. I had met them shortly after founding the Warriors Society. I never offered them a spot, they just came to me and ordered me to put them on the team, the more shooters the better, to tell the truth. They were a living arsenal, they could handle any firearm and had taught me how to assemble and disassemble guns in record time.

They never offered me the drug, one day I simply saw them smoking something that was clearly not a simple cigarette and asked them to get me some, at first they refused but eventually agreed on the condition that I would only do it in their presence. Despite being only two years older than me, they were among the most mature people on the team. They were always on my side and the simple fact of letting them see my weaker side said a lot about that relationship.

"Will you tell me what's tormenting you, or will you make me read another book to find out," they asked, still hugging me, but this time with a look of concern.

"Admit it, Crime and Punishment was very good," I joked. That had been one of the books Bruce had forbidden me to read at the mansion, but Jason had about three copies in different languages in our apartment.

"What a man can't do, the devil does," they said, with a smile on his face, like someone who remembers a good joke, "Although I really liked the one by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, what was it called?

The quotes in the books were like our secret language, I would read it first, mark the most important phrases and then lend it to them, weeks later they would return it to me, with new phrases marked and we would discuss them in private. With each book, we seemed to understand each other better.

"No one writes to the Colonel," I answered, remembering one of the books that still remained in the bookcase of the old Hart house, "And in the meantime, what shall we eat?"

"Shit," we both shouted at the same time, quoting the end of the book. We squirmed with laughter and at one point had to stop to catch our breath.

Moments like those were the ones I treasured the most, and the ones I hoped my mind wouldn't twist or erase from my memory.

"Seriously, what's wrong with you," they asked again as we began to walk through the busy streets.

"I thought I had a boyfriend, but apparently not. There may be a spy or spies on my team. I need a rescue team to LexCorp and because of the spy thing I don't know who I can trust to go," I said quietly and as quickly as I could, hoping no one had to hear.

"Pretty much, then. Well, how about a beer, tomorrow we all go to that taco place I recommended and then we worry about the rest," they suggested.

"The problem is that the more time passes, the more information they will take from us and the easier it will be for them to destroy us," I needed someone to finally understand my reasons behind everything I was doing.

"Your friend outside can't help us?"

"I don't want to torment her with all this."

"If you really are that close friend she will understand, and honestly I don't think you are paranoid, I too have noticed a strange attitude in some for a few months now. My recommendation, train a team with people to whom you can entrust your life, with whom you don't have to talk to understand each other, that team will discover the spy and his allies, and if you want, among them can be your mysterious friend," they said, bringing me closer to them so I could listen to them better.

"Would you join that team if I asked you to?" I asked after a few minutes of walking in silence, still under their grip as they seemed unwilling to let me go. So far they seemed to be the most suitable person for the job.

"We'll have to be more than two, princess," they said, stopping in front of a liquor store, of which I had no idea it was there.

"Please don't call me that," I said, running my hand over my face in embarrassment, finally I was released to enter the establishment, "And what are we doing here? I thought we were just going for a beer," I asked, grabbing a bottle of brandy.

"Mike offered me 50 if I could get him a good tequila, I told him that 40 would be enough, but he said it was my pay for the effort. But you need it more than he does," they explained, strolling down the aisles of whiskey and wine.

"So are you planning to steal two bottles of tequila, or pay for one and steal the other?" I asked, picking up another bottle and reading the alcohol content on its label.

"I was actually thinking of letting you pay...but I don't think you brought more than 10, so I'll ask them to put it on my tab and I'll come to pay early tomorrow morning," Cheis replied when they finally found the area they had been looking for since the entrance.

"Don't you think it's strange that this place is open at this time of night?" I asked, putting my hands in the pockets of my sweatshirt.

"These people open and close when they feel like it, neither the government nor the police is going to be telling them what to do. Besides, they earn well, in these areas there are drunks las 24 horas los 365 dias and they don't ask for identification," they said smiling, as they picked up two bottles to check them in detail.

"How long have you known this place?" I continued, looking around. At the back, there was a cashier, next to a young man who seemed to be counting the money in the cash register. There were several mirrors that served as security cameras. It was a big place, with several aisles and hanging cold white lights.

"About a year ago, but I almost never buy, there are always drunks at the entrance who won't let me in," they explained, examining another bottle on the shelf. "These two will be fine, the sodas and beers we can steal," they said, turning to look at me to wink at me and head for the cash register.

After paying, or something similar since apparently, the young man recognized not only Bruce Wayne's granddaughter but also the vigilante Cheis, we headed back out to the street.

"Hey, not to worry you anymore, but I can't put up with this much longer," they began to say when we had already crossed a few streets towards the real park, "If there is a spy, he will try to get very close to you and your family," Cheis said, and when they finished speaking we had already arrived at a small grocery store, perfect for buying beers and sodas.

"Why do you say that," I asked, entering the place to check first of all how many people were there and its security system.

"Alice confessed yesterday that she liked your brother and that she was really looking for something serious," I felt as if a bucket of cold water fell on my head, how was that possible?

I didn't wait any longer, the effect of the toxin was null in those moments and I needed to stop thinking about it once, losing consciousness for a few hours because the alcohol wouldn't be bad. I opened the refrigerator, took two lime sodas, while I indicated Cheis where there was a beer box. They took it and we ran out, but not before grabbing a pack of disposable cups, the place was actually totally empty, there wasn't even a vendor or security camera, anyone could have done the same thing.

The walk to the park took forever, I knew that Cheis' intentions were the best, I didn't know and I didn't want to think about what my reaction would have been if it was Persia herself who told me. All those talks that as a demigoddess she could not relate in that way with any mortal could go to hell.

When we arrived at the park we took a bench and started with the lightest thing, the beer, the carton had 12 bottles completely full, we divided them so that each one got 6. Although we were not one hundred percent prepared for this, Cheis' arsenal surely had something to open all the bottles, and if not, surely the bars of the bench would work.

"Salud, for life," said Cheis, clinking his bottle and mine.

"Salud," I replied, before taking a good swig. I had never really been a fan of alcohol, the raspor in my throat was the worst, and every time I took a bottle I remembered Roy's threats, saying that the last thing he wanted was for me to end up like him. I tried to quit once, but I missed the light feeling it gave me, the problems slipped away, my mind thought of nothing.

Three bottles of beer later and our true selves were beginning to show, we laughed at everything and everyone, we brought out every rudeness, on one of those we even played music on my cell phone to lighten the mood. Someday we will regret that but not for the moment, we were still young and, in my case, life was only enjoyed twice.

The beer bottles were completely ignored at three in the morning when Cheis opened the tequila and started pouring.

Again, we toasted.

"Salud, to this horrendous city," he said, already slurring his words as his free hand pointed at the huge buildings surrounding us.

"Salud, because one day this pigsty will respect us," I replied, almost in the same tone, and then began to laugh.