Literally Tumblr Is A Bathroom And My Mutuals Are The Drunk Girls Im Talking To

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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

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 25: Truths & Problems

50 minutes passed in total peace. Or as close to peace as possible. Olive handed me back my thermos, asking me where I had been, I replied with a sign to tell her later. Sure she would scold me but what was done was done. It's not like I had a friend with a magical time travel device, no sir.

The teacher was obnoxious, if it wasn't for the fact that my grandfather had great respect for that lady, she would be dead by now. My brother, who also had classes with her, said that she would be more demanding with me in the coming years, and who told my brother that I was going to continue studying in that horrible school?

The only thing that made me happy in those moments was to have the lovely thermos full of coffee, or half full, the point is that I had coffee and that was the good thing. Before the last change of

"Miss Jane Pasley Wayne, report to the principal's office," was heard throughout the halls of the school.

"What did you do now?" she asked quietly, rather angrily.

"Let's say I broke someone's nose," I replied simply, before getting up and heading down the hallway, which was completely quiet, except for the teachers leaving or the shouts of students asking for extra points. The secretary, who was clearly not there because she wanted to be, told me to enter with a simple nod of her head.

The principal's office was a huge room, with a neat wooden desk, a huge bookcase behind the chair, it was very well lit. In front of his desk were two smaller chairs, and in one of them was Angella, with a cloth in her hand, trying to stop the blood from coming out of her nose. I couldn't help but smile when I saw her angry face.

"She did it, professor. She broke my nose," the girl began to scream, as I approached the second chair.

"First of all, good afternoon," I said to the principal as formally as I could, sitting down as Bruce had taught me, raising the Wayne mask that Grandpa had taught us to wear in public and with influential people.

"Good afternoon, Miss Wayne. I'm sorry about this whole situation," he said, as kindly as he could, and then looked at my companion." Unfortunately, Miss Wilson, there is nothing to incriminate her. The camera in that hallway was turned off, probably a technical situation, or some student broke it by accident. But without proof, we can't report it," The principal was young, a few years younger than Bruce, we always addressed him as a teacher. He was the reason I wanted my father to stay off the phones.

Jason was not considered my tutor by the school, as he was hardly ever home and it was usually Bruce who answered for me, but there were times when, for some reason, my father would be called and he would answer.

"But it was her, she whipped me against the sink and the toilet bowl." Until that moment I hadn't noticed the energy Angella was emanating.

"Professor, you know that my relationship with my classmate is not on good terms, in fact, we have rarely spoken even though we share classes," I began to speak when I noticed that Angella was about to start shouting, "But why would I feel the need to hit her, knowing that I would get into trouble with you and my grandfather?

"You always get into trouble," my companion replied, her anger showing several meters away. From one moment to the next, she grabbed my wrist with an enormous force: "Confess," she looked me in the eyes. My mind went blank for a few moments.

"I hit her in the girls' bathroom in the hallway from the third-grade classrooms to the cafeteria. I spoke without even thinking about it, it was as if my shadow, a dense and completely black cloud, had covered my mind and when I became aware of what I had done, I got out of his grip as fast as I could.

"Miss Wayne, I will have to call your grandfather or your father so that we can solve this situation," said the headmaster, standing up to go to my file, where my tutor's number was.

"My grandfather is very busy today, last I heard he had some very important meetings, I don't think I want to bother him with this," I told him, trying to convince him to call my father, who would have to stay away from his cell phone if Roy loved me as much as he said he did.

Angella was still standing next to me, pretending to cry and trying to stop the blood from running from her nose. The principal grimaced and then told me he would call my father.

"Mr. Todd?" the principal asked as soon as the call was answered, "I need your presence at Gotham Academy, your daughter is in trouble again." Yes, again.

In previous years I would have been depressed, thinking that with so much trouble I was causing the Wayne's would come to the point where they would abandon me on the street again, but now, after all, I had lived through, I felt I could survive without them, I didn't care so much anymore.

Half an hour passed, Angella was still crying in her chair, still with the tissue in her hand, the director was trying to comfort her and I was just amusing myself by tying knots with a rubber band I was wearing on my wrist. At one point in that horrible boredom, the office door was slammed, revealing a red-haired man with green ink tattoos.

"Sorry, I'm late, there's a protest a few streets down. And there's a villain causing havoc near Wayne Enterprises. You know the traffic that goes on in these situations." Roy Harper, you saved me, you deserve the title of my favorite uncle.

"I understand the situation, just as I understand that Mr. Todd has sent you instead, don't I?" At last, something was going my way, and the stupid principal had to ruin it.

"Yes and no. Actually, Jaybird sent me for the brat and Olive Wayne. I got..." Roy started digging through his pants pockets. If my father took me out of school it was because he really needed my help against that villain Roy mentioned," Ah, here it is. I have a copy of Jay's ID, a signed message from him, a prescription for Olive that Dick gave me, according to him it says paracetamol, unfortunately, I never learned Ancient Greek; a message from Bruce Wayne and... An audio where they scold me for not hurrying."

"There is no need to play the audio. The copy of the ID and the message will be more than enough." It would be assumed that being a prestigious school, in a city with a high crime rate, there should be more secure when letting a student go with a stranger. "But let me tell you that there will be sanctions against Jane, this will not stay that way.

"I understand perfectly well Principal, although you still haven't told me what happened, as I told you, we are in a hurry." Jane, you will be without a phone for a week, now go get your things and let your cousin know, we are getting the hell out of this prison.

As soon as he said that I got up from my seat, gave a little nod to the headmaster, and went to my classroom. I checked my wristwatch to see roughly what class Oli might be in. If the class was outside the classroom, I wouldn't have time to go find her and let her know. It was better if I texted her later. If the class was in the classroom, I would have to submit to an interrogation by the teacher on duty.

Before I got to my classroom I bumped into Jared, and before he asked I yelled out that I would see him in the afternoon. The room was completely empty, I didn't stop to think and advanced to my seat so I could put my things away, grabbed the thermos Tim gave me, and ran back to the principal's office, ignoring the signs that said: "No running in the halls".

I would let Oli know on the way. The important thing now was to know the reason for my departure. Before arriving with the principal, Roy intercepted me, saying that he had already "settled" things with the gentleman. He also said that we should leave quickly, as my father was waiting for us.

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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."

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Cheis: relax just act mature

Jared/Poison: mature, got it

*Jared on his date*

Rai/Hakan: so what do you do for fun?

Jared *in a deep serious voice*: taxes

"Qué belleza guardan aquellos que no encuentran su lugar entre tanta gente; no es soledad, es un privilegio no encajar". https://www.instagram.com/p/CYb6sTPLv2z/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Tim/Red Robin: how do you spell "orange"?

James/Blackbird: the fruit or the color?

Tim:

James:

Tim: I'm out

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Princess of Gotham

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

Masterlist

Terrors of Gotham

Prologue

Chapter 1: The Warehouse

Chapter 2: Pretend and Wait

Reblogging this so I can show it later to my mom ._.