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  1. to everything that lingers by

    Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU, Nightwing (Comics), Teen Titans - All Media Types, The Flash - All Media Types

    30 Dec 2024

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    Every unconscious action, whispered word off a tongue, and the very memory of a presence lingers in our wake. We leave something behind by having existed. We continue to live through others' every interaction with our memory. It is not a legacy, but every part of us that has been witnessed by the surface of the Earth that remains after we step off.

    Stories that tell what is, what has been, and what will continue to linger (everything).

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  2. Whumptober 2024 by

    Fandom: Batman (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batwoman (Comics), DCU, Nightwing (Comics), Teen Titans (Comics), Teen Titans - All Media Types, The Flash (Comics), The Flash - All Media Types, Titans (TV 2018), Young Justice (Cartoon), Young Justice - All Media Types

    27 Oct 2024

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    A fun mix of three different Whumptober prompt lists:
    Whumptober
    AI-less Whumptober
    Mintyboi's Whumptober

    All DC content, whoops!

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  3. Super Sons Week 2024 by

    Fandom: Batman (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, DCU, Legion of Super Heroes - All Media Types, Super Sons (Comics), Superman (Comics), Superman - All Media Types

    17 Oct 2024

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    Ignorance by

    Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Grayson (Comics), Forever Evil (Comics)  

    24 Jan 2025

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    Jason wanted to know everything and nothing all at once. He wanted to hug his brother and shake him, to cry and fight, to scream and brood, to throw things and shoot something, take a nap and read a novel. He wanted…he wanted - he just wanted things to be better. Dick deserved better.

    Six times the Bats learn something new about Dick's childhood while coping with post-Spyral revelations and one time they talk about it.

    Installment Three of "The Truth"

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    06 Feb 2025

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    They guiltily wish they could go back to before-to ignorance. Jason is fine and he's not, Dick is and not, that's fine and not. Tim feels everything and absolutely nothing at all. Cass is not real. Babs wants out and is tired-so is Dick. Steph finds it all funny and tragic. Dick has a boulder and every other chapter theme.
    Cass only ever hit the homing beacon at Dick's funeral. When Dick moved out, he just needed something high calorie and shelf stable. Cereal became a staple after that.

    'He sat down in the armchair adjacent to the couch. Tim told him that Dick had absentmindedly started calling it Jason’s chair.
    It was nice, warm in a way that only being wanted and cared for could cause. It was terrifying, anxiety inducing in a way that only something permanent could cause.'

    'It was an invitation. A felled log that could maybe be used to bridge the tumultuous rapids separating Dick’s willingness to share and his ability to put it into words.
    “No.”
    Bridge failed. That was fine. It was fine. He’s fine. They’re fine.'

    'The same sense of unshakable unease and joint-stiffening dread that creeps up and takes hold at a funeral for someone your age. The feeling that life is fleeting and yet glacially slow. The nagging idea that the Sisyphean effort of simply being alive was so futile and yet the ever-present perseverance that burrows into bones and invades the mind insisting that the precipice is right there.'

    'He’d open up his ribcage and show Dick his beating heart if he thought it would help. Most of the time, trying was not sobbing every time Dick smiled at him, it was setting up the new Oracle Network to exclude Bruce, and helping with cases. It was everything Tim had to give, every piece of his soul he could spare, every modicum of energy he could exert, every thought his rapidly firing neurons could produce, and nothing at all. Absolutely nothing at all.'

    'Tim felt like...A fucking black hole that sucked in anything good and spit out the horrors of the universe. And he felt nothing at all. At least not when he was working. So he kept working'

    'The world didn’t end. The sun didn’t explode. Tim didn’t disintegrate into a pile of fine ash and various dinky little trinkets.
    Nothing happened. For what felt like at least a minute but could have been several years. Time was relative and sometimes Tim just slipped out of it for a bit. Minutes were hours and hours were seconds, and everything was moving too fast and too slow. Tim was so far behind and yet eons ahead.'

    'Her emotional salad, so perfectly crisp and aptly descriptive, must have wilted, growing mold and attracting flies. Except that wasn’t it at all.
    Her salad wasn’t expired or decomposing, it was gone. Like it had been emptied and only the bowl returned. She couldn’t quite muster up the energy to refill it.'

    'In order to have a temper one hid very well, one must first have a temper one did not hide very well. And Bruce had astonishing control over his quick-to-anger temperament.'

    'Somehow, she’d always sort of assumed that he shed the identity of Robin as he grew and put on Nightwing in one smooth motion...
    Until this point, it was almost as if she hadn’t viewed Dick as a person, but a story. He was real, he was her brother.'

    'I just told him I was lost, and he smiled in that knowing way that I’ve only ever seen on him, Ma Kent, and Alfred. Like he understood exactly what I was going through even if I didn’t tell him.”
    Yeah, Cass knew exactly what smile he was talking about. She’d seen it moments ago.'

    'the withdrawn nature of his body made this incident seem like the climax and the beginning, the turning point and the very first chapter. Barbara's heard it said that things must die so that other things may live.
    There was something dead in that footage and it wasn’t just Jason.'

    “I didn’t want to be Batman’s partner and I wasn’t trying to be a hero. I wanted to find Tony Zucco and put him down, permanently. Bruce kept dragging me back to the Manor when I snuck out at night. So I crafted a story, created a narrative, became a ‘hero’ so I could take out Zucco. Robin was just a way for me to do that.”

    “Sometimes things don’t get better. They just get less bad.”

    'He did his best–Steph could tell–to distance himself from Bruce, to untie his self-worth from Bruce’s validation, but old habits must need to die twice, because even on round two, he still couldn’t quite shake it.'

    “He called it “The Gauntlet”. I thought I was going to die.”

    “Sometimes you can love someone so deeply that even when they’re lost, you can see the ghost of them in who they are now.”
    “Like you with Todd.”

    'He glanced up at Richard and looked, really looked. Maybe Damian could relate to grieving the living more than he thought.'

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    Interview Room D by

    Fandoms: Criminal Minds (US TV), Batman - All Media Types  

    09 Feb 2025

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    The boy on the other side of the glass is rigid and silent. He's cooperative up until the moment someone tries to remove his blue-and-orange mask. It's up to Dr. Tara Lewis to figure out who he is and why he's here.

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    10 Feb 2025

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    OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. THIS. SHUAVSJAJ. Mhm. Mhm. The process of her figuring out their relationship, then that he's Robin, then what Deathstroke might've done to his team. Oh it's so good. I just. Wow. Definite bau reread. Wowowow.

    'The man in front of her is too slight to be a thirty year old special ops sniper. He’s barely five foot one when stretching beside the mugshot backdrop.
    He’s twenty, maybe twenty-one. His posture is army, special forces. Sitting in the chair, his feet aren’t grounded straight ahead, but pointed out, ready to spring. A dancer’s second position.
    The only piece of the report that has any merit is the final line. An afterthought, almost. See Subject 072. Subject 072, when she checked, is also known as Deathstroke the Terminator.'

    'That’s how long they have before the Justice League liaison arrives and takes the case out of their hands. It should’ve been three days ago, but the JLA only allows one liaison. Agent Dominguez has been tied up with a pair of magic-using bank robbers in San Francisco.
    Apparently the Titans have been especially difficult to work with this past year.'

    'He shrugs, a disturbingly cautious thing. Abusers seldom appreciate hearing ‘I don’t know.’
    If that really is what’s happening here. He seems equally scared of Subject 072 and the JLA. It mixes her assessment.
    Not wanting to go back to his partner indicates unwilling accomplice.
    Not wanting to be taken into the JLA’s custody points to competent, capable killer.'

    'There should be a saying about this. Nothing good comes when the violent man waits.'

    'This is the least controlled his words have been and it’s not fear in his voice. He’s desperate, he’s defeated.
    Once again, the picture muddles.'

    '"I think you’ve been running for a long time, before Deathstroke took you in, even. I think you haven’t had a chance to breathe for longer.
    The only thing you’re waiting for is the will to fight back.”
    He lowers his head. His back trembles, the too-big sweatshirt fluttering with his anguish.'

    '“Deathstroke did something to them. Modified their bodies without them noticing. He can trigger it at anytime.”
    “I’m going to escape.”
    “Batman’s not here yet.”
    “He is.” He nods to the small security camera in the corner. The little red light has disappeared.'

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    Too Much by

    Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Red Hood/Arsenal (Comics), DCU (Comics)  

    19 Nov 2024

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    Dick gets dosed with a truth serum. Everyone has a miserable time.

    -_-

    “You know I ignore your calls sometimes?” Dick told them casually.

    Tim’s jaw dropped. “You- What?” Jason looked equally stunned.

    Dick held a hand in front of his face and picked at his nails. “I ignore your calls. Sometimes it’s just so… UGH. Haha.” He scratched his jaw. “’S’like, no. Not today. Fix your own fucking problems.”

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    05 Feb 2025

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    Oh my god I love this an incredible amount.

    '“We can’t do anything about it now. It was years ago and it’s not like the JL has an HR department.”
    Tim frowned. “They clearly need one. I can draft a proposal-”
    “Don’t go all Corporate Tim on me,” warned Jason. “I can’t deal with him right now. I will pitch you over the side of the Cave.”'

    '“Do.” He hesitated. “Do you want a hug?”
    Jason stared at him. “What?”
    Tim shrugged self-consciously. “This is super messed up,” he repeated. “So. Do you want a hug.”
    Jason blinked, then huffed out an incredulous laugh. He put his hands over his face and screamed a little. Tim waited.
    “Okay,” said Jason when he was done, dropping his hands. “You fuckin’ nerd.” He pulled Tim into his massive chest, pressing a rough kiss to the top of his wet hair. “Fuck.”
    “Fuck,” Tim agreed, muffled.'

    '“Figured if you didn’t say anything with a gun to your head, it was a pretty good bet that you weren’t telling anyone.” Jason’s head was bowed, fists clenched. “Sorry. He’s my brother.”
    Roy brushed the apology aside. “I knew it wasn’t a real gun.”
    Jason raised his head at that, turning with incredulity. “Bullshit. Fuck you. No you didn’t. How?”
    “You pointed it at my head,” Roy answered simply.'

    '“It was.” Dick’s voice was rough. “It was the same thing.”
    Jason, the worst kind of little brother, rolled his eyes. “Duh,” he replied, like he hadn’t just split his soul open and bared an incredibly raw memory. “I know that now. I had brain damage, remember?”
    Dick contemplated throwing the lamp at him.'

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    Nine Steps by

    Fandoms: The Flash - All Media Types, The Flash (Comics), DCU, DCU (Comics), DC Animated Universe (Timmverse)  

    05 Aug 2024

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    It is said that during Ragnarök, the Norse end of days, that the Great God Thor shall meet his doom facing Jörmungandr, the World Serpent.

    Poison shall seep into his blood. He shall take nine paces away from Jörmungandr’s corpse, but then he will perish.

    But then…Thor is no Wally West.

    Wally gets poisoned, and reflects on some things as he runs to get some help.

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    22 Nov 2024

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    Such a fun format!! Loved this very much.

    'He shall take nine paces away from Jörmungandr’s corpse, but then he will fall, and perish. An end to the Storm King.
    Nine Paces.'

    'Flashes moved at their own pace, but the poison was matching it. Second by second. He needed to move. Now.'

    'Step One.
    Wally's first step took him out of the door of the Keystone-Central Joint Water Authority building.'

    'Wally was thankful for that, but that didn't mean he couldn't keep his strides long. It wasn't quite flying, but it certainly felt like it sometimes.
    He was already in Flash Circle when he hit the ground.'

    'Step Two.
    ...
    Wally made his choice.'

    'Step Three.
    STAR Labs.'

    'Step Six.
    ...
    Remembering all these people was enough to make him dig within himself and find a hidden battery of speed, to make him run that much faster. He resisted the urge.
    He was trying to slow down after all.

    Step Seven.'
    'He just wanted to stop. But he couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop.
    Wally needed to get to STAR Labs so that he could get home. Get home to save the city tomorrow, and the world the day after that. Dick would kill him is he died. Plus he would lose the bet he’d made with Vic when they were 14 about who would die first.
    But he also needed to get home to be with Linda.'

    'Step Nine.
    ...Wally burst through the doors at what was still an incredibly high speed for a human being, before skidding to a halt.'

    'The Fall.
    “Poison,” He gasped. “Help me.”
    Wally West, the fastest man alive, collapsed on the floor.'

    'He remembered the last bit of the Ragnarök tale. Thor’s twin sons, Modi and Magni, survive the destruction and reclaim his hammer. It’s a comforting thought, to know that there will still be a great protector even after the great reckoning, still heroes after all heroism has failed. Even when his time came, when something showed up he couldn’t outrun. There would still be speedsters. There would still be heroes, even after it all ended.
    But that didn’t mean Wally West was in any hurry to get there.'

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    Picket Line by for gardeniasandferns

    Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types  

    23 Apr 2023

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    Dick had been dead. Dick had died and Jason knew he had, because Jason had gone to his funeral, because Dick had been dead. Only it turns out that was all a lie. Because now Dick's back and they all just carry on, as though it were nothing. Nothing to have loved him and mourned him and lost him.

    Jason isn't okay with that.

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    30 Jan 2025

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    I CAN'T QUOTE THE ENTIRE THING DAMNIT. This was so raw with emotion, and the subtle repetition and circular nature and just Hschavsjajhsbak. It was great (: (I'm not okay.)

    Love beginning with alliteration:
    'He always has some ridiculous quip on the tip of his tongue, and a backwards flip from the tip of his feet, and he dodges and ducks and dives and he doesn’t die.
    Not like Jason did.'

    'Barbara shows up the next day with ice and whiskey. She pours them a glass each; keeps pouring, as the ice melts around Jason’s broken knuckles.
    They don’t speak.
    One of Jason’s hands never heals properly. He can still use his gun and his grapple and he can still throw a punch, but three of his fingers never straighten again and they always hurt. If thinking about Dick being dead didn’t make his stomach turn, Jason would probably think that meant something.'

    'Then Bruce dies. Again. And so does the Joker but it doesn’t last long for either of them. Except Bruce has no memory and Alfred wants to keep it that way and Jason doesn’t know how he feels about it. Because Bruce was the only one who knew Dick, when Dick was just Jason’s big brother. And now both of them are gone.'

    When Dick dies, Jason doesn't believe it, not the for the first, second or third reminder. Then:
    'Dick comes back.
    Jason doesn’t believe it at first. Can’t believe it. Because sure, he came back and Damian came back and even Bruce came back from the dead, but not Dick. Not Dick, because Jason went to his funeral and there was no body so there was no lazarus pit and no chaos shard and Dick was dead.'

    '“Oh, shut up!” Jason throws the punch before he realises what he’s doing. His never healed fingers burn at the contact with Dick’s jaw but he doesn’t care. His fists ache for the fight, because Dick was meant to be the best of them but now he’s no better than Bruce. Always about the mission, always, over everything. Even family.'

    'But it’s not true.
    He knows the date. It’s seared into his brain. It’s the day his Dad died. Because the Bruce Jason came back to isn’t the one Jason left. Jason’s Dad would never have made Dick...'

    '“Because—” Dick pauses, gathers his thoughts. “Because you’re my brother and I know today is hard for you.”
    “And?” Jason presses. His bad fingers grip the table, white with pressure and hot with pain.
    “And it’s hard for me too.” Dick says quietly.
    “That,” Jason spits, and his throat is feeling tight now, his eyes burning. “Is how I know you’re not sorry. That is how I know you’re a fucking liar.” He drags a deep breath in through his nose, forces the tears that push against the last of his defences back down. “If today is hard for you, you would never have lied to us" His voice breaks with the words, "have lied to me, about Spyral. Never.”'

    'Jason watches him go. He can't quite believe it at first.'