I Love It When Dogs Try To Help But The Task At Hand Requires Zero Dogs So They Just Kinda Stand In Front

Reminder that as part of the fandom you are free to think whatever you want about a character.

Headcanons are a thing but we also need to remember which things belong to Canon and which to fanon.

Comic writers frequently mess up with things and the fact that between the fandom we can put a little more diversity is enjoyable.

Headcanons are a thing, and we are free to think whatever we wanna think (except if it harms someone)

Tim and Jason stans excusing Jason's canonical brutal violence against Tim as "pitmadness" (this is NOT a thing in canon, guys) and forgetting Jason nearly killed 10 year old Damian too or often celebrating that reminds me Dick and Damian are also canonically PoC and whatever fanon may "colour code" them, Tim and Jason are very much White dudes.

Masterlist

Terrors of Gotham

Prologue

Chapter 1: The Warehouse

Chapter 2: Pretend and Wait

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Parallel: i've done a lot of dumb stuff

Scorpion, Jim Bullock: i witnessed the dumb stuff

Callan: i recorded the dumb stuff

Black Arrow, Hakan: i joined you in the dumb stuff

Shade and Poison: i TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF

Spirits?

I'm beginning with witchcraft and one thing that I've been noticing are the entities.

I remember that back in 2012, right after my grandmother passed away, the whole energy in my house was sad, my mum was depressed and my dad started going to another city for long periods of time.

I remember once I was doing my homework on the dinning room, it was already dark outside, and neither my mom nor I had turned on the lights of the rooms in the first floor. So the only lights on were in the dinning room and in the living room, were my mom was watching TV.

I went to my room to get my charger and a book I left there. As the lights were off, the moon light was perfectly reflected on my mom's room.

I checked it and for a few seconds I saw my grandma, sitting in a corner, brushing her hair, smiling to me in the same sweet way as always.I tried to see her again, but there was only a shadow left. I almost cryed and I couldn't end my homework that night.

I forgot that expirience. Now that I remember it, I think I might cry. Maybe it was just my imagination, or she was really there, checking for her daughter.

Sorry for the grammar mistakes, I'm not a native English teacher

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Duke/Signal: good morning

Cass/Black Bat: good morning

Damian/Robin: good morning

Olive/Pandora: you all sound like robots, why don't you spice it up a bit

Jane/Eclipse: morning motherfukers-

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Rai/Hakan: would you slap Jim Bullock for a million dollars

James/Blackbird: i'd roundhouse kick Jim in the face for free

UwU

Oswald/Scorpion: [is choking]

Jared/Poison: Help! I need to call 911 but the 9 button isn't working!

Rai/Hakan: Just turn the phone upside down and use the 6!

Jared: Genius!

Oswald: [stops chocking momentarily] what the fuck

Sometimes, I wish you'd make me cry. Sometimes, I wish that we could fight. Tell me, don't you hate it? Perfect's overrated. Tell the nice guy to give me a taste of my medicine. I wish you'd make me cry —Wish you'd make me cry https://www.instagram.com/p/CbqEjsgvygG/?utm_medium=tumblr

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 16: Heroes or Vigilantes

"Is it normal for there to be so many heroes on patrol at this hour?" Cheis asked, walking on the edge of the roof of a building, pointing towards the street. The rest of us were sitting, watching as a group of girls in costumes quite similar to ours, tried to stop a car that was going at high speeds.

"It's not normal," Sound-Road replied, "Should we help?" he turned to look at me. If I knew it was one of Batman's enemies we would have blown up the car by now, but since they were probably civilians, we couldn't do much without at least flattening a tire and then paying for it.

"Let's go down," Hakan said, running to the edge of the building to jump off.

"Let's go down, let's not try to commit suicide," I scoffed, also jumping in the same direction as Rai, but not before preparing my shadow to break my fall.

Malowe, who had arrived a few minutes earlier, arrived downstairs before Hakan and me. Mike didn't take that long either, since he could travel/run at the speed of sound, he wasn't as fast as Flash or his pupils, but it was something compared to those of us who ran at turtle speed in Sports class.

The car passed close to us, almost running us over. Cheis, still from the roof, shot at one of the tires, unfortunately, this caused the driver to lose control and was about to crash into a building. My shadow would not be enough to cushion the crash, let alone stop it.

I turned to look at Parallel, who apparently had read my mind, and was already trying to stop the car with his telekinesis. The girls who had been following the vehicle came close behind us, while I picked up my shadow and Sound-Road approached to see the damage.

"Greetings, fellow masked colleagues," said one of the girls with a huge smile on her face. I turned quickly so I could see her face. The face of many of my nightmares. My companions only gave me looks full of confusion. "My name is Genesis, leader of Black Mamba. These are my partners: Nova, Agape, and Shayra," she pointed to each of the girls.

The first one wore a white suit with gold details and a hood, the second one wore a bright pink suit, and the last one wore a green suit. Genesis, on the other hand, wore a blue suit, with details quite similar to Nightwing's suit. They all wore black masks, but I could still recognize these figures anywhere. It was almost a mockery that they thought I wouldn't recognize those names.

"Eclipse. Leader of the Warriors Society," I said, shortening the distance between us, realizing that I was a few inches taller than the other girl. I stretched out my hand in greeting, more than anything else to cover appearances: "We are vigilantes of Gotham, Metropolis, and Star City," Genesis squeezed my hand, looking at my companions, who were behind me.

"We had already heard about you, quite a lot in fact, many criminals think we work for you. The... What did they call her, Shay?" Agape asked.

"The Princess of Gotham," said the other two at the same time, with a dramatic voice and exaggerated hand movements. It didn't bother me that they called me that, what bothered me was that they made fun of me because my father, Jason, had been the first one to use that nickname on me and it meant a lot to me. I let go of Genesis' hand and prepared to introduce my companions for the night. I shouldn't have, because they had known each other before but didn't know it, and I didn't feel like fighting that night.

"These are some of the members of my team: Parallel, Sound-Road, Blackbird, Hakan, and Pandora, my right hand, but I'm sure you already knew that. Unfortunately, I can't introduce you to the others because they are in other parts of the city, or they don't want to come down," I excused myself, pointing to the building from which Cheis was still pointing his gun.

"Wow, your little green-eyed friend is cute," Nova whispered in my ear, pointing at my brother. I tensed, for she was too close to me.

I took a few steps away from her and smiled at her as best I could. I advanced towards my cousin and signaled her to move away from both teams who were already starting to have a friendly conversation.

"They give you the creeps, don't they?" I hated that she could read me so well with that mechanical eye, I couldn't hide anything from her.

"No, this is much worse than just a feeling, we need to talk to Shade urgently," I said quietly.

"Calm down, we'll be leaving in a few seconds and we probably won't see them again," he replied, starting to walk towards where our companions were socializing.

"You don't understand the gravity of this situation, do you?" I warned, grabbing her robotic arm.

"I understand you better than anyone, but we need to keep up appearances," she argued, releasing her grip on me.

I stood there for a moment, trying to process the situation. I approached my team, signaling them that we should retreat to watch other streets.

"Sound-Road, report the damage to the base," I ordered when I was relatively close. Mike nodded and turned to contact Jim.

"Since when are you a hero?" Shayra asked me, again too close for my liking.

"I don't plan to share that information with someone I barely knew," I answered without turning to look at her, as her gaze made me uncomfortable, "Besides, I've always felt that the title of hero is still too big for us."

"So you are a vigilante?" She asked again. I could simply answer that I have not left.

"We are not judges or jurors in this crusade," I commented, almost reciting, pulling out my shadow to serve as a rope to climb up to the roof of the nearest building.

"Why are you talking about yourself in the plural? I mean, I don't think that's everyone's opinion" I was shocked, how could I let that happen? The 4 girls turned to look at me.

"Eclipse, we have to go now. Black Arrow and Callan are having trouble with some of the Joker's helpers," James reported. I thanked him internally and motioned for everyone to leave right then and there, leaving the other team with words in their mouths and doubt in their heads.

James gave us the exact direction as we ran across the rooftops, some faster than others. A few meters later I texted Poison and Scorpion to meet us in case the Joker showed up.

I remembered my father's warning, stopping near where Callan would probably be butchering those madmen. In my mind, I began to strategize where I would not disobey Jason and where I could help Batman.

I walked the remaining meters to my companions, ready to help capture the stupid clown.

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 3: Family

If I had ever been told I would have a huge room in one of the most luxurious mansions in the country, I would have thought it was silly.

But there I was, waking up at 8 a.m., cursing at the sounds of a dog trying to get into the room. But at the same time, I thanked him, I didn't want to continue with that nightmare. Sleepy, I got out of bed, dressed only in a sweatshirt and sleeping pants.

I looked in the mirror, noticing the drool stain on my face, my hair in knots, and the purple circles under my eyes. I was a mess.

I looked down from my tangle of hair to my eyes. My father's eyes. Green, with those golden sparkles. I looked away, grabbing a lock of my hair, thinking about cutting it again.

Although my hair wasn't as pretty, it reminded me of my mother, when she braided and brushed it. She always told me I had her hair. Straight, black and, back then, long, now it only reached my shoulders.

The noises of the dog made me remember why I had gotten out of bed. I quickly brushed my hair and slipped on some shoes. Jumping over the things I had left lying on the floor, I headed for the door.

"What do you want Titus?" I asked, looking down to get a better look at the black dog sitting right outside his door. "I'm not Damian or Tim. If you want to bother someone, bother your owner or his brother." I squatted down so I could pet the beautiful canine.

"Good morning Jane." Said Tim, with a nervous smile on his face, coming a little closer to my door. "Alfred sent me, breakfast is ready." he extended his hand to help me up, but I didn't take it.

"Hello, Jackson." I greeted, without looking at him. That wasn't the right time or place to talk about our problems, so I just said hello to my father's brother. And apparently, the dog noticed the tension of the moment because he turned to look at me and then tilted his head sideways. "I wanted to go out to the garden before breakfast," I said, starting to walk towards the huge stairs of the mansion.

"Come on, don't deny Alfred the special breakfast he made for you." Said Tim, looking at me as he walked beside me, trying to get me to look him in the face.

"I'm only going because I'm hungry and I didn't eat well last night." was all I answered, ending the conversation.

When we got to the dining room, Titus sat near the door to the kitchen, waiting for a bite to eat. Almost everyone was already seated along with the table. Richard, Olive, Rai, Jason, and Bruce. With half-eaten food on their plates.

I walked into the kitchen so I could wash my hands, there I met my favorite person.

"Good morning," Assana said, coming to my side with a plate of chopped fruit. "Did you fall asleep?" she asked, picking up a piece of strawberry with her fork and bringing it to my mouth.

"I had not slept well for a long time, I needed to rest." I lied and then turned to face her, taking the piece of fruit between my teeth.

I dried my hands and together we headed back to the dining room.

"Good morning Master Tim, Miss Jane, Miss Assana." Alfred greeted kindly as he poured more coffee for Bruce. "Shall I serve you breakfast?"

"If you don't mind." As Tim sat down between Olive and Damian, I jumped up to greet my favorite uncle.

"Finally, the family is back together again," Dick commented, releasing me from that big hug. "I want the four of you to join me on patrol one day," he said, pointing to his daughter, Tim, and me, oh and the little devil.

"You didn't say hello last night," Bruce said, turning to Jason and me, and then taking another sip of his coffee.

"I'm sorry, we were late and didn't want to bother you," I commented, then sat down between Assana and my father.

"Did you get up late too?" Olive asked, laughing a little when she saw Damian's sleepy face, who was helping Alfred with breakfast.

"I want to sleep," he said, "I hate Mondays.

"It's Saturday," said Jason taking the coffee from his older brother.

"I hate you," said Damian and Dick in unison.

A small argument between brothers broke out that morning, being quickly settled after Alfred served them all their respective breakfasts. As we ate, my cousin and I were assailed by several questions posed by the four Wayne brothers.

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