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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.

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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

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 19: Coffee with friends

Three alarms went off at 7 o'clock. And five minutes later Jason began to wake up his "beloved" children, who had only slept for three hours. The morning was a little sunnier than usual, although the temperatures were starting to drop. Coffee was the first thing that was ready, neither my brother nor I had our uniforms on properly. Those mornings after patrol were the heaviest, and they were heavier when the nightmares came knocking.

"One of you two should give Tim his thermos, he lent it to me last night and I didn't give it back to him," Jason told us, as he filled the darned thermos with coffee.

"It was either that, or you were planning to steal it from him," I said, looking for a clean spoon in the drawer.

"I won't," James shouted, slamming the refrigerator door and getting an accusatory look from the adult.

"I'll do it, but I can't promise the coffee will make it all the way to the owner," I said, then grabbed a loaf of bread from the bread on the dining room table.

"That's the attitude," Jason said with a huge smile on his face, "Now eat.

Minutes later we were walking towards Gotham Academy. Even though my brother and I already knew the way, Jason insisted on walking with us because he said he had other things to do on the way.

As we reached the school gates, I could see my cousin in the distance, talking to another boy who for some reason looked familiar.

"I want you to go straight to the house when you leave this prison. Keep an eye out, the Joker's helpers are still on the loose and Harley is probably helping him too," Jason whispered. My brother and I entered the luxurious facilities of the school. My brother went straight to his friends while I approached my cousin.

"Jane, you made it. I honestly thought you'd be absent, again," Olive said to me, then gave me one of her warm hugs, "Oh, how rude. Jane, this is Arthur," she introduced, pointing to the boy she was talking to moments before, "He's going to be our new partner. Isn't that exciting?

Arthur. I know an Arthur. But even though some of their physical features were very similar, it was impossible for them to be the same person, and at the same time not so much, there was a reason for shape-shifters and glamour magic. But life had taken care of separating us, leaving more than one person in a deep sadness because of his departure. And me wishing we could meet again to cut his head off.

"A pleasure to meet you, Jane. I hope we can get along well," Arthur greeted. Holding out his hand for me to take. His wrist was surrounded by a bunch of braided threads and pebbles of different shades of green.

"The pleasure is mine." I tried to smile at him, but all I could manage was a weird grimace. I took her hand to give it a light squeeze.

"We should go in soon. Let's take a place near us for Arthur," said an excited Olive, taking us both by the arm and starting to walk.

The three of us entered the school and tried to show Arthur more or less the ways of the school, showing him the shortcuts to more secluded classrooms, until we reached the Math classroom. What a great way to start the week.

I spent the next two hours telling the teacher that what I had in my thermos was water and not coffee. Oh yeah, I was also trying to explain to her why the result was 5 and not -7.89, as she said.

By the time recess came, I had had enough of school and was begging to go home. The thermos was almost empty and at any moment I could run into the owner of the cup.

"Let me understand, you are the granddaughters of the richest man in Gotham," Arthur asked for the fifth time, and in those five times, the answer was the same.

"Not by blood, his adopted children adopted us," Olive answered with a smile, happy to explain the complicated and mysterious family tree of the Wayne family.

When we arrived at the cafeteria the first to approach us was my brother.

"Who is he?" he asked after greeting us, pointing to the new boy. He examined him from head to toe, and I knew from the look on his face that he was thinking the same thing I was thinking when I first saw him: he was a familiar face.

"Arthur. I just arrived today and I'm in the same class as these lovely girls," he replied, extending his left hand, just as he had done to me.

"Nice to meet you." The look on my brother's face was something even Bruce dreaded, for you didn't know for sure if he didn't trust you or was planning how to kill you in three steps.

James didn't take his hand but kept staring at the woven bracelets on his wrist.

The next to join us was Mike Vos, followed by Jared, who simply threw a hello to all of us, no formalities with the new guy.

We sat down together to eat the simple cafeteria food, without making as much fuss as the rest of the rich kids. A few minutes later, Tim came up to us, trying to get away from his overly envious classmates, who mostly had it in for him because he was smart and rich.

"Jane, didn't my brother give you my thermos?" he asked when he was a few steps away from us.

"That's the first time I've heard you tell him, brother," James said before I tossed him the empty glass.

"There's your stupid little cup," I said curtly, hoping he would leave as soon as possible, I still didn't want to talk to him.

"Can we talk?" The question that could break my little peace of mind.

"No." I quickly got up from my place without saying goodbye to anyone, to leave my tray of food in its place and leave the cafeteria. Tim was following me, almost on my heels.

"Please Jane," he kept saying. It got to the point where I got sick of having him behind me and went into the girls' restrooms.

I stayed until almost five minutes after the bell rang to go in. I knew he couldn't risk coming in late, especially if the next class for his group was chemistry.

Today would be a heavy day, and I think I knew why. I was hoping patrol would be a little more, light.

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.

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?

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Princess of Gotham

Chapter 11: Father & Daughter

They escaped. They escaped just as we discovered Slade's location. This couldn't be just a coincidence. But the mere thought of the three of them working together was impossible.

"I'm going to sleep," I said, taking Assana's hand off my shoulder. I headed for the stairs towards the mansion. At one point I had to hold on to the stair railing. I felt dizzy and I didn't know if it was because I was sleepy or because the prescription of my glasses was no longer enough. Sleep was the only thing I wanted to do after so many emotions for one day.

"Jane, wait," I heard Assana shout.

"Don't worry, I'll go with her." I managed to hear Olive say before I closed the door leading to the Batcave. She was one of the first to find out about the escapes before we did.

With a horrible headache from the problems I was having with my team, the fight with Tim, and the recent information of two escapes from Arkham, all I could think about was taking a nap until at least 4:00 p.m. or if that didn't help, killing myself.

"Jane, wait for me," Olive shouted, trying to reach me so she could talk to me properly.

"Jane Pasley Todd." I heard someone calling my name. But I started running to my room. When I got there I locked the door and threw myself on the bed, still without taking off my suit, to try to fall asleep. "Daughter, open up. I want to talk to you, please," said my father, knocking on the door.

"I want to sleep," I answered, trying not to sound so curt. I took off my visor and threw it towards the closet door. I wrapped the quilt around me, curling up in my bed as I listened to my father try to open the door. The sound of the knob being jiggled frantically only made my headache increase.

"I warn you, I do know how to pick locks," Jason warned, leaving the knob alone for a while. I closed my eyes, trying to sleep. Five minutes later I heard the door open and he entered my room without turning on the light.

Jason Todd was never a model son. He was always rebellious, and he was always surrounded by trouble. When he came back to life all he could think about was his revenge on the person who was responsible for separating him from the only person he had ever considered close to him.

When he almost died in the attack on the orphanage when he was 12 years old, Jason decided to follow his father's example and adopt the one who would become his protégé and companion in the future. But that didn't mean he would mature overnight.

When he almost died in the attack on the orphanage when he was 12 years old, Jason decided to follow his father's example and adopt what would become his future protégé and companion. But that didn't mean he would mature overnight.

Back then he didn't know much about raising a rebellious teenager, yet he tried. But as the years went by, he would start acting like it wasn't his responsibility, leaving me in charge of Bruce or even running away in the middle of the night never to return.

There came a point when I stopped reproaching him, anyway, it wouldn't be the only time a father figure would leave me abandoned to my fate.

"Honey." He called me, a little calmer than before, but I was already too sleepy to answer, "Well, you probably don't want to talk," he said, as he sat on the bed and tried to take off my quilt, "so I'll sleep with you," I faced him, pouting. "Get up, I don't want to be cold. I'm going to pull the sheet off."

"Do you really want to be the exemplary father now," I asked. All he did was give me a little smile.

I reluctantly got up and pulled out a blanket I had stashed in my closet. I went to the bathroom and took off my suit, then put on my sleep pants and the sweatshirt I always sleep in. I went back to bed and saw how Jason was already settled on one side of the bed, writing something on his cell phone.

-Come on, it's almost 6 a.m.," he said, patting my side of the bed. And he was right, the first rays of sunlight were already visible from the window.

I lay down next to him and we cuddled so we could sleep. I was sure I would wake up at least until 3 o'clock in the afternoon, with a horrible headache.

And although I thought sleep would help me calm my nerves a little that night, I knew it wouldn't happen. Even my dreams tortured me, bringing my worst fears to light.

Since I received my metagene and basically since I came back to life, I have had many nightmares, some worse than others. I would dream of my biological father, other times I would dream of my mother's death, or even the loss of my new family. I would also dream about the time I was kidnapped to perform the genetic experiments that gave me my metagene. My mind would trick me, giving me the worst thoughts that, at times, even when I was awake, could not stop torturing me. I would wake up in the middle of the night and after that, I could not go back to sleep.

"Don't worry, if you have a nightmare, I'll be here." I managed to hear. Yes, obviously he would be there, but it wouldn't make a difference. It wasn't as if his mere presence would magically eliminate bad dreams.

"You definitely decided to start being the exemplary father," I replied. To finally fall into the arms of Morpheus.

Reblog to get Bruce Wayne some therapy

I mean, there are a lot of people saying they want to help (including me). We can totally start it with a little organization

I'm just saying

there should be an AmRev webtoon

Masterlist of Stories in this blog

Princess of Gotham

Terrors of Gotham

Betrayal in the Shadows

Fields of Death

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