So, As I'm Not Doing My Writing Stuff Here (except For Quick Poems), I Think The Correct Thing Would

Sooooo I drew some quick fanart for Zoeleo’s amazing fic: The Many Deaths of Jason Todd, which is one of my favorites fanfics ever. It makes me laugh just as much as it makes me cry, it’s ongoing and great and I screech everytime i see it’s been updated, 10/10 check it out

How curious... Such a strange and delicate thing. Adrift in the waters of fate... Which way will you wander I wonder?

—The High Priestess (The Arcana)

Vesuvia from The Arcana

Part of my 5 color challenge. I tried to record my process while drawing this but my device is slow as f****, so no speedpaint for now.

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 18: News in the Woods

The Justice League is an "organization" of "global" heroes and is non-governmental. The government should not tell them when and how to act. These heroes claim to be the ones who bring peace to the world. The ones who end wars and the ones who are going to end crime.

It supports other young hero groups like the Teen Titans or the former Warriors Society. Sure, there are many more but the names were so irrelevant that they faded from my memory.

And at the time, that was the topic of conversation in the living room of the Todd family apartment. The news was misreporting some events that had occurred months before.

"What I don't understand is why Superman hasn't come out to clear all this up, isn't he the public face of the league," my brother said and then stole a handful of popcorn from me.

"If big blue comes out to show his face, now they will say that he is on the side of the bad guys because he is also an extraterrestrial. The one who should come out should be someone from the earth. But I don't think that would be a good thing," he said. There was a certain tension in Jason when he spoke of the Man of Steel, but who wasn't afraid of Superman?

"So, you're saying that the most normal among us would have to come out. What would it be...Batman?" I commented, tossing the bowl to my brother so he could finish his snack.

"You're right, it's weird," Jason agreed, starting to search for the remote to change the channel.

"These acclaimed heroes ruin the lives of so many and then act like saints, asking the government to pay them with our taxes. Don't you think it's suspicious that an alien spacecraft has arrived on our planet out of nowhere?" The commentator on TV was going to make me lose my appetite. Can you hate a person you only know through TV?

I enjoyed being with my father and brother, without any worries, and just talking about whatever was on TV. We rarely got to do that, as we always finished patrol late or someone was absent. Those moments were more important to me than the names of those other hero groups.

"There is an organization that is in charge of overseeing travel to other planets in this universe, isn't there?" asked my father, who was sitting in one of the individual armchairs. My brother and I just looked at each other, trying to read each other's minds or talk telepathically (which we wanted to, but couldn't do), and then just shook our heads.

"It's supposed to be a job that belonged to the previous Shade, don't ask me, I don't get involved in those matters anymore," I answered, lying down on the couch.

"You could ask a Lantern, those guys spend more time in space than on a fixed planet. Ask anyone but the Reds, we should never have trusted those guys," James said, then popped another handful of popcorn into his mouth.

"You'd better go to sleep, Bruce is going to scold me if you don't go to school." Jason and Bruce's relationship was never the best, at least not since my father came back to life. They tried to get along, but with the messes that James and I were bringing it wasn't very easy to make that relationship more bearable.

Olive, Jared, and basically the vast majority of my fellow Warriors Society heroes were in the same school year, but at different schools. And let's just say that being surrounded by rich kids from the cradle was not my thing. Although according to some "friends" of mine, they didn't understand why.

My brother and I got up, took the plates and glasses we used to leave in the kitchen. We each went to our rooms.

I still hadn't forgotten that I had to talk to someone important. The gas idea was very similar to something that had been used in the past. Although honestly the last thing I wanted to do was talk to the person who had helped us back then, but when the Joker's venom problem came up, he was the first person I thought of.

I picked up my phone, wandering through the contacts I didn't even know I had. I clicked on my target's name and the call icon.

"For the last time. I won't help you with your crush Jerni... Oh excuse me, your highness, I didn't read the name right and I thought it was...- The boy on the other side of the line started to say.

"Don't call me your highness, I left the title a long time ago," I interrupted before he said something inappropriate.

"Yes, I remember."

"He spoke to you to ask you a favor, not to discuss politics," I interrupted again, "We will talk about all this on another occasion and with fewer worries," as I knew he would soon ask, I decided to answer him first. I began to walk around my room, picking up the things I had left lying around in the afternoon.

"You know I'm always available. Work is work. Although if you need my help, it must be something important" That guy never shut up?

"The Joker and the Scarecrow, I need something to neutralize the gases they use," I informed him quickly before he brought up another topic of conversation.

"If it is for your team, let me tell you that you already had something like that. I'll send you the formula in the morning, ask someone to read it and do it," he replied.

"Okay, I need it as soon as possible." I was hoping at least one of the guys knew chemistry."

"Of course, boss." He said, laughing at the end, "I don't know what time it is in your city, but good evening.

"It's nighttime, but it's the intentions that count," I laughed too. I liked those moments when I could laugh with the people I considered friends.

"Andrew out," was the last thing I heard.

I got up from my bed where I had sat after throwing my clothes from the floor into the laundry can. I opened my closet to put my suit in.

I stood for a while admiring my suit, holding the fabric between my hands. Lightweight, sturdy, with small details in some areas simulating scales. A three-piece suit, with optional long gloves, when I didn't wear the trench coat and a pair of high-heeled boots, because, according to the person who helped me design it, I needed to look taller.

The blouse was a dark gray, reaching to black, sleeveless, and with a high collar. The pants were the same color, they were tight. The trench coat was black on the outside and wine red on the inside, with lots of little pockets. The fingerless gloves went past my elbows.

The visor was the best part. Although at first glance it was a simple piece of plastic that helped my blindness (myopia) it was actually more than that. It was connected to one of the most advanced computers in the entire universe.

When I finished admiring my suit, I folded it up and put it in one of the locked drawers where I kept other things important to me, and went back to bed. The next day would be a heavy day, and I knew it.

Clarifying

I need to clarify a few things about my last four pots and the future of this blog.

In reality, I only posted two different things, translating them into English. These posts do not form part of any of my stories.

Currently, I only have two stories published here, being the ones tied to my oc's from DC comic's

There's another one that I've intended to translate and post, but my time has not been right, and I haven't posted it. But the title is already on my list of "Stories on this blog" or something like that. I don't remember the title of that post.

The things I published today, along with a few stories of mine with the length of one or two chapters, will be labeled as "Independent mini-stories", including some of my ideas and stories I write for school.

I say this because last weekend I wrote a story for my philosophy class and my teacher liked it.

As you may have noticed "Princess of Gotham" will be on an indefinite hiatus because my main focus at the moment is "Terrors of Gotham", a prequel to my first story.

The last thing I want to ask, to anyone who reads my works on this platform, is to have patience. I'm about to start my college admission tests. I also have other million things to do.

R.Cabrera

^.^

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

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

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.

"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

The view from my window

A nice sketch I made

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 15: Fear & Secrets

Fear. It wasn't the first time I felt that, and unfortunately, it wouldn't be the last. Most heroes take to the streets to fight deranged villains and seem to fear nothing.

I wasn't the first to sign up for the team that would go up against Slade, in fact, I acted without thinking. I did want to kill that attempted human being, but my fear seemed to stop me at the worst moments. I needed to act.

The same feeling I felt when my father abandoned me in that orphanage, when they kidnapped me, after fighting with Bruce without knowing where Jason was, and activated my metagene, when I woke up in the middle of the night because of nightmares, or when Jason abandoned me to my fate, without a single note, leaving me in crisis. Bruce taught me to fight that fear, that trauma, and I felt weak when I found myself in these situations again.

I was outside the building, leaning against one of the walls while reading a fanfic about Red Robin.

"What a ridiculous thing to say, no one could be that perfect," I said to myself, turning off my cell phone and waiting for everyone to leave.

"Eclipse," Sam approached me, putting the quiver of arrows on his back and putting his cover-up back on, "I was talking to Malowe and Mike, and we've decided to investigate Eospec closely. We will start tomorrow night. If you want to join us, I'll send you the location." She spoke very fast as she played with the strings of her bow, creating a funny little sound.

"I'll think about it, but I don't think I can go," I said, thinking of an excuse to get out of any plans for the next day.

Sam left, but Malowe came to my side and leaned against the wall as well. Seconds later I felt that familiar sensation of the telepathic link, but I let it go, for I knew who it was.

"You plan to go on your own to look for the Joker and Slade, am I wrong?" I heard, I knew it was the Martian boy next to me, but I didn't turn to see him.

"You shouldn't do that, you know that Shade can interfere with your telepathic links," I replied, looking for a reason to get away from him.

"The one who should be careful is you, your majesty." My eyes widened like saucers and I turned to see him for the first time. "That's what they call you in some places, you know," he smiled innocently and walked away from me, raising his hand to say goodbye and vanish into thin air.

That boy knew things, why did I let him enter my head so freely? I knew it was wrong to let him poke around in my mind. I would have to have a serious talk with him and, if necessary, threaten him to keep quiet. I had done it before, I wasn't afraid to do it again.

I sighed and sat down on the floor. It was all coming together for me and I needed to talk to James about it. And as if I had summoned him, a raven landed next to me and transformed into the boy who had been my only support for so many years.

"Do you want to talk about something?" he asked, I just shook my head and whispered that, although I wanted to tell him all my problems, it wasn't the time yet. A few minutes later, Sound-Road and Hakan were already in front of me.

"Ready? I want to kick something, even if it's a cop," said Rai, putting on his mask.

"Cheis, are you coming with us?" shouted Mike, calling the attention of our most serious member. "Hey, at least look at me, bro." They just looked at us, that gaze gave more than one of us the chills.

"Whenever I go on patrol with you two something goes wrong," said Cheis, putting on his suit hood and looking directly at Hakan and James, "And whenever I go with you we always end up in the middle of a Batman fight against some villain," he pointed at me.

"It was only once," I said, pulling their hand away and looking back at them, "Well, it was five times, and we saved his life, I'm still waiting for him to thank me. Which, by this point, is almost impossible for me.

"Can I come with you?" asked someone next to me, I jumped in shock because I didn't know anyone was there, "Besides, I need to stretch. I need to get out and stop having Nightwing's eyes on me."

In the patrols my best ally was my cousin, just as Robin knew Batman's moves, I know Pandora's. We both complimented each other.

"Excellent. I'll patrol with two crazy women." Cheis started walking towards the buildings in front of us without even looking to see if we were following them.

"Malowe already left, I guess he'll catch up with us later," I said, walking along with my companions.

"Aren't there too many of us," James asked.

"Nah, we'll see what we can do," Mike said.