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Princess of Gotham

Chapter 9: Plan

Fortunately in that building, we had a specific floor with a kitchen, dining room, living room, and television. This had several functions, among them was to be a living and meeting room. And at that time, that was its main function.

"I found Slade near a subway station in Star City. I thought the problem would be solved by the league or the heroes residing in that city, even by the Titans. But they have been slow to act. Later I found him in Metropolis thanks to a mission I had in the company of Superboy." Oswald commented as he paced in front of the sofas where the rest of us were seated.

"And you thought Superman would take on a former member of the League of Assassins," said Olive, who had been silent so far, eating the snack Jim had put on the coffee table to keep us awake.

"I thought that being in a safer area, Deathstroke wouldn't make a mess. These are cities where crime is down." Oswald continued, looking at Olive and pointing at her so that she would pay attention to him and try to understand the reason for his actions. "My problem was that I was too trusting, and now the number of missing people not only in Metropolis but also in the neighboring cities has increased." He said.

"Conclusion: he has kidnapped people and surely he has also killed them, and we don't know the reason, as usual," said Jared, throwing a handful of potatoes in his mouth and almost choking after that.

"We must be clear about our purpose. Catch Slade, send him to prison, and free those people if they're still alive." My brother said, crushing a stress ball and helping Jared breathe again. Even though we'd been at this hero thing for a while now, he had a severe problem when it came to big attack plans and team meetings.

"Shouldn't we focus on saving those lives," Superboy said, staring at the numbers on the screen in front of us. "After all, they're innocent."

"That's according to your moral code. If you think about it, all of us here are innocent and have suffered more in these five years than they have in our entire lives. We have been chasing him for months, and we must not let him get away this time." Olive said, getting up to get a glass of water from the dispenser.

"Nightwing and Red Hood will try to stop us by telling Batman. And I bet you anything Richard will beat us to the punch at some point and we won't be able to do much to stop Red Hood." Said James, still not letting go of the ball. "Having kids does make you overprotective."

"You'd better call Robin and Red Robin." Claimed Oswald. He had a firm idea that the Batfamily should not get involved in our problems.

"Believe it or not, Robin has a problem with Slade, he has a problem with the League of Assassins and his grandfather. And Red Robin will get into it because of Eclipse or a problem with Ra's al Ghul." Olive said, tossing her plastic cup into the trash can across the room.

"Jane, don't you have anything to say about that?" Jim asked, pushing me out of my seat. I stood in the center of the room, getting everyone to look at me.

"Oswald, I've spent the whole way here thinking about how to keep Red Hood and Nightwing from finding out what we're talking about here." I said, pointing to my hooded partner, "I don't want them to be on our necks asking what we do 24/7. I want to stand in front of him when we are done with everything and tell him that it was us who stopped this river of blood." I said, pacing back and forth. "And as for the other two little birds, my only solution would be to send them to Japan, and even then they will insist on going with us," I almost started to scream from how desperate I was, making gestures with my hands in an attempt to calm my nerves.

"Let's do this." Oswald began to say when the silence had stretched a little longer than it should have, noticing Olive's, James' and my nervousness. "I don't think he's going to move from where he is. Let's talk tomorrow, in the afternoon, more calmly and with a cool head. It's late and I know more than a few of us are tired. Let's let the rest of the team know. Let's put all the cards on the table and we will start to come up with a plan." He said. "Jim, Callan, prepare the other room, we will need space." It was after 5:00 a.m. and we hadn't slept a wink. I was internally grateful that Oswald understood our situation.

"To sleep," Assana ordered, getting up from her seat and signaling to evacuate the room.

The only ones left there were Oswald and me. He began to pick up the dishes to leave them in the kitchen.

"I owe you one," I said, taking off my visor for a moment.

"We are even. The last time we met you prevented me from committing the embarrassment of my life." He said, sitting down next to me, "I know that situations like this are difficult for you.

"How am I supposed to argue against Tim, if in difficult situations I can't even think straight," I whispered, cupping my face in my hands.

"Are they still at odds?" My partner asked.

"We've been going at it for over two months now."

"Well, I never thought you would last so long fighting, a few years ago yes, but not now." we both plunged into silence, not at all uncomfortable. "Go to sleep, I'm sure Shade must be waiting for you." he patted me on the back, trying to cheer me up.

I put my visor back on and got up, said goodbye, and headed for the elevator, still thinking about everything I would have to do in the next few days.

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 4: Batcave

Afternoon, the entire family and our guests found ourselves in the "basement" of Wayne Manor, surrounded by computers, tracking devices, and transportation, among other things.

At that time, Olive and I were beginning hand-to-hand combat training, with Jason and Dick evaluating us and the rest just watching. Our parents had forbidden us to use powers for this short training, Olive would obviously follow her father's orders while for me that order went in one ear and out the other.

"Olive, I don't want you to kill your cousin, Jane, I don't want you to kill all of us. " Jason said, to which I looked at him with an offended expression, as we moved into attack position and, unnoticed, I pulled out one of my shadows.

Because yes, we both had powers, a special ability. Olive, had incredible agility, strength, and reflexes, plus she could heal her wounds quickly. But she could also make someone seriously ill or in great pain, giving her a clear advantage. What between us we called Pandora's box.

Whereas I had something like a metagene. This gene allowed me to control beings made of black smoke and shadow, which I could make tangible or intangible at my own convenience. I call it umbra-telekinesis, and that mass, my shadows.

"Go ahead, I give you permission to strike the first blow," Olive said to me, already in position, not expecting me to attack faster than she expected, grazing her right cheek with my left fist.

We spent the next 15 minutes like that, throwing and dodging blows, doing acrobatics to avoid the punch. Or at least it was like that until I held his hand with my shadow to avoid hitting him in the stomach. At that moment Jason interrupted and ended the training.

"Time! We said "no powers" What part of that you didn't understand?" Jason claimed.

"Sorry, but I wanna live," I told him, walking towards the small table where we had towels to dry our sweat.

"At least they lasted 3 minutes longer than last time." He said as he got into a position to fight Grayson.

"Was that it, or did you already want to hit my father?" Olive asked, as she sat down on the floor and got a bottle of water.

"He already wanted to hit Dick," I told her, sitting down next to her and then letting out a small laugh when we heard Dick complaining about the first blow he received.

"Rest awhile, I want to train with you," Assana said to me, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"You promise not to get angry if I win," I told her, and then I received a punch. "Ouch!"

Assana sat down next to us so she could watch the first Robins and learn some extra moves.

Assana had been trained by a much more extremist society than the League of Assassins. We had a lot of trouble talking to each other again. Our obsession with power corrupted us and drove us apart. Still, in every fight, she always beat me. I could never defeat her. Her teleportation made it even worse.

Olive on the other hand, though fast, could be knocked out in a matter of seconds, which is why Assana, Callan, and I had volunteered to train her for a few extra hours. Her brute strength had once sent me flying into the wall. Since then, when I know she is about to hit me, I try to stop her.

I, for my part, wanted to become someone who was feared by all the villains of this and other cities, I wanted my father not to worry about me whenever we went out to patrol the streets, I wanted to make Bruce proud of me, I wanted to show Oscar Hart that I was no longer the scared and helpless little girl he left in front of an orphanage. But for that I still needed time, training, winning, and losing a lot.

Next Part

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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

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.

The moment you realized everything you do is worthless. That your friends already did it, so if you do it, it's just a copy, stealing an idea.

The moment you realize you really have no talent, no amazing thing about yourself that you can show everyone, while your friends all always say how amazing the other friend is.

The moment you realize you'll never achieve your goals because you need to be good at something you're not, because you lack an ability, because the more you try to learn, the more you get tired of even trying.

Brain dump of today because I've been having a shitty week

Since some time ago, I've been feeling like my friends always ignore me, make fun of me, or try to get something from me (gifts, money, food, class notes, others stuff)

To set some examples: on Tuesday, one of them took a photo of me when i wasn't looking, edited it, and posted it online as a meme. On any other time, I would've laughed, but I was already in a bad mood, so when she told me, "Is it noticeable that I'm bored?" I couldn't even fake laugh and answered "Yes, and a lot" in the most annoyed voice I have ever heard from myself.

I was so mad at her for posting it. But j think it was a mistake from my part because I didn't telk her to stop, so I think she believes she didn't do anything wrong.

On Wednesday, I skipped classes so i could do son stuff at home. i didn't tell them I wasn't going until one of them (not the picture girl, the other one) asked if I was going, like an hour and a half after class started.

Yesterday, Thursday, they asked me to buy some stuff for a model we were going to photograph, but I didn't know what to buy. So I asked them before arriving at school. But they didn't answer, I kept asking until "message girl" told me "idk" so I answered, "I don't think they have that at the store, but I'll ask" I ended up buying a juice, a bottle of water and some chocolates. But j still was mad because they had already bought a juice and some cheetos. They haven't payed me, but meh.

A lot has happened, but i just needed to vent

Quick note ._.

So... first of all, thanks to all the people who have supported my story, it means a lot to me.

Now, the ones that have already read my story in Spanish may have noticed a few changes in the plot. These changes are not meant to change the whole plot, its purpose is to complete it, giving a little bit more information.

Lastly, I am Mexican (not by birth, but I have lived here almost all my life), and I use a lot of jokes and common phrases in Spanish. The most obvious example of this may be that joke in chapter 6:

If Batman gets hurt, would he become Bruised Wayne?

Which originally was:

Si Batman se pone bata, ¿se convertiria en Bataman?

If you translate this, it makes no sense. And this may happen a lot in future episodes.

Apart from that, I may start posting extra incorrect quotes, so you can see another side of my characters and their relationship with the bat fam.

Thanks again for reading, and see you in next episode.

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Terrors of Gotham

Chapter 1: The Warehouse

The south side of Gotham, where crime and international business came together. Plus the proximity to Black Gate meant that many people avoided living near the ports and let hero groups, like this one, settle in and keep a close eye on the arms trade.

The Warriors Society held its meetings on Mondays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays. On Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays it was patrolling in the other sectors of the city and from the afternoons the teams were organized to keep everything in order and avoid intervening in Batman's affairs.

That day, Thursday, only 8 members of the then almost 20 were around the main table, with Jim directing the business to be transacted.

"I'd call the roll, but I'm too lazy," he said, tossing the sheets containing our names to the floor, "Next week is Casper's birthday, we'd give him the day off but...

"...But I have nothing to do that day, so, patrolling with my brothers?" interrupted Lightningale, trying to talk at average speed and not like he always talked to Mike or the League speedsters.

"We've got Bruce Wayne's granddaughter, and we're not even going to buy her a cake?" Jim asked after he pulled a paper clip out of one of the table drawers and threw it in my face, as a sign for me to settle my feet on the ground, although this time I was paying attention and the shadow stopped the small metal object and absorbed it.

"Thanks for ruining my plans, Bullock," I said, throwing the paper clip back at him.

Actually, it had all occurred to me in those few seconds. I had completely forgotten the date of that day. And with Casper's birthday came Jason's birthday. That month was all about spending money on gifts.

And with it came asking Grandpa for money, which was funny but I didn't like doing it. In the future, I would ask him to get me into his company in some small job to make good money.

"I'm sorry, now... I have three missions, one in Star City, one in Qurac, and one last one here," Jim continued, tossing the three folders on the table, a quick inspection of the table and starting to rule out options for the mission in Qurac.

Oswald, Casper, James, Henry, Sam, Alice, Jim and me. Bullock didn't like or find the missions in the field intriguing, preferring to stay behind the screen coordinating the missions. Henry was out of the question, he would probably be better off at Star, and with Oswald, who knew the city well and could keep him in his sights. Casper, James, Angie, and I, plus everyone who was missing, minus the team that was going to Lexcorp.

"I'm sure Arthur will ask for Qurac, and with him will obviously go Alice," Alice commented in front of me, playing with a stream of air in her hands.

"How are you so sure about that?" asked Sam, who for some time now has been even more attached to me and a thousand times more alert than before, maybe I should follow her example.

"Isn't it obvious?" asked Alice, leaving the little clean air in the area alone, making the papers on the floor fly around us, "Those two have something, and I'm sure they like each other.

The reaction of more than one was the same, turning to look at me with intrigue. By way of distraction and to avoid yelling at my friend I decided to pull out some of the shade and play as she was doing a few moments before.

"As long as the little romance doesn't interfere with our affairs," I said, answering the silent questions of my companions.

And with that Angie, Arthur and Alice were ruled out of the mission to the Qurac. The situation was only getting more stressful as time went on. I had to think things through clearly, look at things from every possible angle, and analyze the results.

"I suggest that Jane and the 3 warriors talk it over calmly and give me the members of each team for the next meeting, where I hope we will all be there," said Jim, probably noticing how overwhelmed I was by all of this.

The Warriors Society was a very large group, so from the beginning, it was divided into 4 teams, with a leader each called a Warrior. James, Oswald, and Sam were all capable enough to control their team on patrols and simple missions, but with new developments, it had become common to start breaking these teams up.

The meeting was adjourned as soon as the sun went down, shortly after Alice reminded us that the courtyard was no longer an available place for training.

We all got up with masks, visors, face shields, or weapons in hand and slowly made our way out the front door, some on foot and others on one of the motorcycles. For my part, I stood near one of the computer screens, pressing a couple of keys, a new window opened, showing the location of the rest of my colleagues who did not show up that day.

I quickly passed that information to the visor and left the warehouse, closing the door behind me. The harbor at that time of night seemed a quiet place. The sound of the water lapping against the boats could lull anyone to sleep. I walked slowly through the alleys until I came out onto one of the busy streets near the Fashion District.

Arriving at Wayne Manor this early in the night wasn't an idea I was too fond of, especially knowing who was staying that night, but I had nothing else to do, and postponing a problem wouldn't make it go away.

Walking slowly to the train tracks, watching the night sky for a moment I thought about what it would be like to disappear, to fake my death, and make everything I worked for these past few years go to waste. When I least noticed, I was already crossing the Robert Kane Bridge, from Gotham to Bristol. I had crossed almost the entire city in the blink of an eye. Before I knew it, the cape of the suit had transformed into a long coat, I was grateful for it, but I hoped no one had seen me do that.

If James decided to end his patrol early, we could get down to discussing the missions and who knows, ask Tim, who was also leading a team of heroes, for some advice.

Both my parents are from Puebla, Mexico. They grew up in the countryside, commonly helping my grandparents with the fields, where we commonly harvest corn, beans, and cacahuate (don't know if there's a translation for that) but also pumpkin.

More than use them for carving in spooky season, my aunties and my mom often cook it and put it on our offer on Dia de Muertos, the rest is eaten as dessert and the seeds are left to dry and then cooked with lemon and salt.

There's not much meaning behind the whole thing, it's more of personal meaning. How for me it means family, hard work, and the warm weather of mi Ranchito.

Always carry pumpkin seeds

The superstition

In the area that I live in our dearest pumpkins mean the world in our eyes.

They grow very easily here because of our weather and you can often see abandon fields over grown with pumpkins during the colder seasons so as long as there are pumpkins you don't really go hungry.

{ same with out blackberries in spring and summer }

They are very important for us and autumn is known as pumpkin season more then spooky season.

So it's no surprise that we have plenty of pumpkin superstitious beliefs.

For now I'll just be addressing one but I may make a master superstition pumpkin post.

Here you're often told to carry pumpkin seeds may they be cook or uncooked.

It's believed pumpkin seeds can ward off evil, keep away those with ill intent and draw in the fae and friendly spirits.

Those that carry pumpkin seeds where ever they may go are often seen as warmer souls with a deep connection with nature and animals.

If you're in a bind putting a circle of pumpkin seeds will supposedly keep you safe.

But a circle of seeds made at twilight on a full moon is thought to summon faeries or kind spirits.

Pumpkins are seen as things that can help lift the veil that lays between our world and other things. Packing around their seeds or eating them is often used in divination, clairvoyance and witchcraft.

They are also a symbol of love, kindness, family and luck, believing that if you plant pumpkin seeds that you'll be bestowed with luck and the pumpkin will protect you because a pumpkin never forgets kindness given and will always give it back 10 fold.

Counting they're a great healthy snack for those with empty bellies may they be people or critters.