Gabriel not targeting Marinette for Good Reason AU

Gabriel was seething with anger as he replayed the video. "You mean to tell me Adrian never said anything because he was afraid I would pull him out of class?"

Nathalie sat down looking more tired then anyone had ever seen her. "It appears Miss Rossi also blackmailed him using your name. Since she had your favor she believed she could separate him from his friends with just a few words or at least had him believe that."

Gabriel tried to keep his breathing calm. "How much damage are we aware of?" Maybe he could at salvage a friendly work relationship with her.

Nathalie looked ready to tear out her hair in frustration. "Enough to make her leave Paris."

"WHAT" Gabriel slammed his hands down. How could that insolent little brat! Something had to be done soon.

"She is friends with Adrian still. Him finding out she was leaving is what caused the break down. Her and Chloe are leaving in two weeks. He doesn't know exactly were they are going though. And as far as specifics other than that video it would be easier to look at this folder." Nathalie hands him a folder full of things Adrian and Marinette had gathered as proof not that anyone seemed to listen.

"Contact Miss Rossi's mother. I do not care if you have to go to her work. She will be thinkfull we are warning her about the possible lawsuits. I'll personally fire her. And offer my lawyer to Miss Dupain-Cheng." Gabriel knows there is little chance of recovering from this without his company taking some sort of hit. Hell it could possibly go under if people decided it was his fault the girl was full of herself. He had warned Miss Rossi to be nice to her no matter were they interacted.

"Yes sir" Nathalie stood. Based off what Adrian said Lila had made sure it was near impossible to contact her mother. The easiest was would be to go to were she supposedly worked and hope Lila had told the truth about that.

"I am looking for Miss Rossi. It's an urgent. It's about her doughter" the girl sitting on the counter looked up wide eyed.

"Oh god" she muttered rushing out of the room. She returned quickly with a woman looking sickly pale.

"Is my doughter okay? Was it an akuma?" The woman- Miss Rossi asks franticly.

"Mama your daughter is physically fine but she has gotten herself and possibly you in a lot of trouble. Please take a look at these. There is a few videos as well." Nathalie explained letting the woman veiw the folder. The horror on Miss Rossi's face was clear.

"Are you from the school? One of the Celebrities?" Miss Rossi asks. Still looking through the folder.

"Miss? I am Nathalie Sancoeur. I am the assistant for Gabriel Agrest. You should have my number from when you signed the papers for Lila to model." Nathalie began to panic as she saw Miss Rossi's reaction.

"I never signed papers for that. She told me she and the rest of her class modeled on a field trip to the Agrest house..." Miss Rossi looked paler if that was even possible.

"No. She has been working for the Agrest brand for almost a year. There was never a field trip and even of there was we would have to have everyone's parents sign work permissions since they are minors. I'll have someone retrieve the papers so you may look at them" Nathalie explains pulling out her phone and sending a text.

"May I ask a few questions? What is this about travels?" Miss Rossi's horror turned to anger and disappointed slowly as things snowballed from there.

"Nathalie is everything okay? I am almost at the school." Gabriel had calmed. Still angry but calm ish.

"It appears Lila forged her mother's signature on all the paperwork for us. And lied about school. A lot. We will meet you at the school." Nathalie says.

"Yes please do" Gabriel had to take a moment to calm himself. This was not going to end well.

Gabriel stands in the court yard. Classes that had been let out a few minutes early stop and stare. As classes let out more people loitered. Interested why the famous man who was rarely seen was in their court yard.

"Dude your dad is here" Nino whispers to Adrian. Nino pats him on the back as they leave room. Marinette close behind them. The rest stay to hear Lila's latest story. Marinette and Nino wait with the rest of the kids in the courtyard.

"Father?" Adrian asks once he is closer.

"We are waiting on Miss Rossi and Miss Dupain-Cheng." Gabriel states. As Adrian moves to stand beside him. Marinette with Nino moves closer to the inner edge of the crowd but no closer. Gabriel spots her but says nothing

Lila leads her class too the courtyard. She gets excited upon seeing Gabriel believing she could play up her fame. She walks over "Mr. Agrest" she says politely "Do we have a photo shoot?" pointing to Adrian.

"No Lila. You will never have a photo shoot again. You will be lucky if you allowed to be near my son ever again" Gabriel says guiding Adrian behind him. Everyone becomes quiet with the exception of Alya who attempts to storm up there to defend her bestie but is stopped by Nino. Instead she livestreams believing her best friend's celebrity contacts will defend her.

"Lila Rossi you had a responsibility as one of my lead models. You knew the rules and chose to ignore them. Now I find out you forged you mothers signature. You could and probably will face many many definition lawsuits. Not to mention you threatened my son. You blackmailed my son. Your behavior towards my son is sexual hurassment. Do you understand that? Do you realize you took away a huge opportunity for yourself and the company by attacking her? And to post it. We found out because you posted it. Did you think we would not investigate? Did you not think we would contact your mother? Did you think your mother would cover for you? Did you think there would be no consiquences? Did you think you could lie your way out of this?" Gabriel fumed. Lila pales as she sees her mother enter the court yard. Thousands of people tuned in to the live stream. Miss Bustier and the principal come out ready to try and calm the situation only to be stoped by an angry woman.

"Why did you not contact me? You are responsible for Lila while she is here. How did she miss this much school without a single person contacting me. Falsely getting A student explained? A condition that makes her lie? Why didn't you fact check everything? How incompetent are you? How many students did she threaten? How much of this sort of thing is allowed at this school?" Miss Rossi goes off. "No! You contact that poor girl's parents so you can explain to them too. While you are doing that I'm calling Bridgette Chang(known member of the school board)."

"Anyone who has been threatened by Lila Rossi please come forward"Gabrial says. About ten students come forward. "We will be taking this too your office contact all of their parents" he says looking at Damocles.

Some of the students had to leave for after school activities but the parents were contacted.

During the meeting Lila became so enraged that she tried to attack Marinette for revealing her lies. Gabriel grabs her by the back of her shirt and pulls enough for her to fall back into her chair. "Miss Dupain-Cheng. I would like to offer my apologies I had no clue of Miss Rossi's behavior. May I offer you my lawyers?"

"Oh that won't be necessary. The Wayne lawyers are particularly suited to handle her and the tabloid writer" A young man states as he enters the room. "Damian!" Marinette yells running up too hug him "Angel" he says quietly hugging back.

"Is there anything I could do? I do not wish for conflict with your rising business?" Gabriel states. If possible more color drains from Lila's face at the realization Gabriel was serous about being as nice as possible to Marinette. "We are going on tour with Jagged and getting personal tutors. Could Adrian come with us? It would be a great learning experience and it would improve his social skills and your brands audience." Marinette asks.

Gabriel nods "I am sure we can arrange something." The entire room is shocked by today's events.

An investigation is launched on the school. The principal and Miss Bustier are fired. Alya has to give up the Ladyblog and do community service. Lila has to pay a lot of fines, do community service and is transferred to a school for troubled teens. Everything is on her permanent records tho. Those that cheared Lila on as Alya had her rip apart the sketchbook were grounded and forced by their parents to pay for the destroyed designs.

Luka, Kagami, Adrian, Chloe, Marinette, and Damian spent the next year traveling with Jagged. Paris sets up an alert system to contact the hero's. Each hero has a bracelet that buzzes if there is an akuma. Luka performing with him. Luka also has kaalki. Kagami teaching fencing in random schools close to were they were staying and improving her social skills. Adrian and Chloe model Marinette's designs as well as Agrest designs. Adrian practices social skills and takes acting classes with Chloe. Marinette expands the MDC brand. Damian proposes on stage after Jagged convinces Marinette to sing. That video went viral.

Hawkmoth winds up in a fight were Chat yells "why are you doing this" about a month into the tour. Once it is explained that it's for his wife. Marinette/ladybug reviels there is a way to heal her without killing someone else with a wish thanks to guardian powers. So Emilie Agrest stars in a movie with her son and Chloe two years later.

Broken Harmony Pt3

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They don’t speak the rest of the way to the hospital. Damian just listens to the song in his head to learn more about her. While he won’t get facts like her birthdate or names of pets, it allows him to access parts of her that no one else will ever see. He wonders if she’s doing the same but her part of the song seems calm, peaceful. It makes him think she’s enjoying the moment and doesn’t want to dig deeper and possibly ruin it. He holds no such reservation.

This new closeness is exhilarating for him. All he wants to do is dive in deeper and find the things they’ll only ever share with each other. Her insecurity is on the surface for all to see but under that is a strength that’s obvious once you know it’s there but so subtle that most would miss it. Beneath that is a feeling of kindness that makes him feel enveloped in warmth. Still deeper is a vibrating energy he can’t place. It just feels so alive. That energy is what lets him know she’s not completely broken. That spark may be buried but it’s just waiting for the right fuel to ignite and burn brighter than ever. That’s his target, his mission. He’ll fan that flame until it’s white hot even if he gets burnt to a crisp in the process.

When they get to the hospital he insists on filling out the forms for her. He’d say it was due to her injuries if asked but it also gave him a way to learn some of those facts about her. Full name, birthday, allergies… you know the important stuff that it was socially necessary to know about friends and family. And, in the case of allergies, so you don’t accidentally kill them. 

She in turn asked him for his answers to the same questions. When he told her his last name was Wayne he expected a reaction but there was nothing. She had no idea who he was. It was strange but in a good way. His song shifted from calm to slightly agitated and back to calm during his answer and she looked at him quizzically but didn’t press. She also didn’t seem bothered when he moved on to a new topic. He was used to his brothers trying to force information out of him so her passive approach to questioning was a welcome change. He could feel her trust and knew that she believed he’d tell her when he was ready. 

A nurse finally called her name and Damian immediately got up to follow. It earned him a raised eyebrow and disapproving look from the woman but Marinette just took his hand in her good one and waited until she showed them to a room. Marinette sat on the exam table but didn’t let go of his hand. Damian was surprised that it didn’t bother him. He wondered how much of that was because he could tell how much she liked the contact.

“Hello Mlle. Dupain-Cheng. I’m Dr. Belot. Your intake paperwork lists blunt force trauma as the reason for your visit today?” The doctor walked in reading the initial paperwork but when she looked up at Marinette she drew in a sharp breath. It had been almost an hour and a half since the assault and a lot more bruises had appeared and were turning interesting colors.

Dr. Belot walked over and started examining her. First her face and head, then moving to her arms and hands. She was frowning and muttering the whole time.

“Are there any injuries that aren’t visible?” Marinette hesitated, he could almost hear the words ‘I’m fine” in his head, so Damian answered for her.

“Her ribs specifically on her back. She managed to curl up before they could get much damage into her front.” The doctor blinked at him, taking in his glare and tense posture, before frowning.

“I get that you’re upset about whatever happened but you need to calm down. We don’t need an Akuma in the hospital.”

“A what?” His Angel’s shock in his head matched the look the doctor gave him. It was obvious he was missing something but suddenly he could feel Marinette trying to reassure him through the bond. The melody turned calming, almost like a lullaby. He could only stare at her in confusion.

“I’ll explain later. For now just try to keep any negative emotions to a minimum. It’s over now and there’s no permanent damage.” Her voice was just as soothing and despite having no idea what was going on he tried to do as she asked.

“Well I’ll be the judge of the damage. I’m going to send you for x-rays for your chest, back and arms. Once that’s done I’ll splint these fingers and we’ll see if anything else needs to be done. You don’t have a concussion and most of the bruising should clear up in a few weeks. A nurse will come to give you a gown and take you to x-ray. I’ll be back after the techs have taken a look at them.” 

She left the room without waiting for a response and before Damian could ask Marinette about what an Akuma was a different nurse walked in with a gown and a wheelchair. Marinette let go of his hand to stand up and he realized that she wasn’t the only one who enjoyed the contact.

“Damian, could you umm…” She cleared her throat. “Could you turn around while I put the gown on?” 

“Oh, yes of course.” He turned towards the wall and felt a blush on his cheeks. Since when did he blush? It must be her embarrassment that he was feeling. Damian Wayne did not blush.

“Okay, you can turn back now.” She sounded slightly out of breath and her melody had a jagged edge to it signifying pain. When he turned and looked back at her she was in the wheelchair and had a grimace on her face.

“Are you alright? Can you give her something for the pain?” The last was spoken to the nurse and sounded far more demanding than he’d meant to. But his Angel laid a hand lightly on his arm.

“It’s okay. The pain is not that bad and I’d rather deal with it than feel all weird from pain meds.” She scrunched her nose in distaste at the thought and he couldn’t help but think how cute that expression was. Then the nurse broke in with the most inappropriately cheerful voice he’d ever heard.

“Well it’s time to get those x-rays! You can wait here, I’ll bring her back when she’s all done.” He didn’t like the idea of being separated from her. No matter that they were in a hospital who knows what could happen to her while she’s out of his sight.

“It’s okay really. I shouldn’t take more than half an hour.” He nodded in resignation but had to wonder how many times she’d had this done that she could give him a time estimate off hand. After the nurse wheeled her out he sat down on a chair in the corner to wait impatiently. That was when he thought to check his phone and saw all the missed calls and messages from his father.

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Been reading a lot of salt. So here’s some I wanted to see in a fic.

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~Ladybug’s Finale~

Marinette counted to 10, for the fourth time today. 

“It’s a chronic thing girl, it would be best to just keep the seating this way anyways!” Alya explained as the seating was arranged so that she sat in the back row. Again. 

Without her knowledge or permission.

Again. 

Lila smiled sweetly, sat closely to Adrien who looked mildly uncomfortable as he shot his classmate an apologetic look. Marinette wasn’t even jealous as much as she was annoyed that the class has decided to protect and cater to Lila without resistance or question. Lila explained her hearing problem had flared up again, but this time Marinette only remained silent. 

Nothing had exactly been the same since the class first turned on her. The heroine knew she had to treat Lila like a constant akuma, patiently observing for the right time to strike. It also helped to smother the hurt she felt from her best friend abandoning her at lunch, and their after school plans, and their paired project. 

Marinette decided to pour herself into her job instead. 

Down came the shrine to Adrien and his modeling, instead she would dedicate her spare time to finding Hawkmoth and ending his terrorizing once and for all. 

The class went to the movies and held a group picnic, without any invitation or notice to the class president. Alya claimed that Lila (who was in charge of invitations) simply texted the wrong number. Lila’s curled smile told a different story. Marinette blew a breath, rolled her eyes, and assured Alya she was fine, she was able to not only catch up on her schoolwork, but complete her work for the rest of the semester. 

Marinette won the two design contests she had entered a month later. None of her friends could attend the first award ceremony, as Lila had just broken up with her secret American singer boyfriend, and she needed their support. Marinette didn’t mention her second award. Or any she won afterwards.

Alya began to post Lila’s ‘encounters’ with Ladybug and stories to the Ladyblog as prime sources of information. She couldn’t figure out why Ladybug wouldn’t stop for an interview anymore. 

Chat Noir rarely saw his Lady anymore, since she patrolled frequently while he was attending his extra circulars and modeling. Even after an akuma, she would give him a sad smile, a weak fist bump, and flee before she detransformed. The akumas were defeated with ease now, as Ladybug had surprised Chat with not only new moves, but new weapons as well. Marinette had been attending extra training with Master Fu and earned new powers after all. 

Her cork board was covered in red string, sighting of Hawkmoth, crossed out suspects and more. Marinette was frustrated, but getting closer with each day. 

“Marinette why don’t you take a break? See if Alya wants to come over or maybe hang out in the park to watch Adrien’s shoot!” Tikki suggested, trying to cover her worry with a bouncy attitude. 

“Alya hasn’t texted me in months Tikki, let alone ask to hang out.” Marinette mumbled, still deep in thought as she examined her board. 

Tikki faltered, but refused to give up. 

“Why don’t you patrol with Chat for a change! You both haven’t really connected in a while.”

“It’s better that way. He’s flirting with me less and less and we’re both more focused on Akumas.”

“But Marinett-“

“What, Tikki?!” Marinette whipped around to face her kwami. Her eyes were glossy, angry and hurt.

“Nobody likes me! They don’t want anything to do with me! I may as well be the same as I was before Ladybug.” Marinette didn’t cry, but pulled a pained smile instead. “They don’t check up on me. They don’t care.”

The goddess of creation was at a loss for words. She looked warily for an akuma, but nothing appeared. Marinette took a deep breath, and felt the tips of her fingers go cold again. Her chest ached, but it was duller now.

“No akuma, you don’t have to worry.” Marinette half heartedly closed her investigation board, grabbing a black sweater on her way out the door. “We’re late to meet Master Fu.”

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“You’ve unlocked the staff I see.” Fu noted, as Marinette began basic forms. “The last Ladybug to unlock that was considered very strong. And unforgiving.”

Marinette only hummed in response. She liked the staff, it reminded her of her brief moment as Lady Noire. Chat and her had so much fun that day.

“Master?” She strutted forward, bow extended. “Why don’t you train Chat like you train me?”

Master Fu was silent for a moment, Wayzz watching warily.

“That boy has enough on his plate without extra training added.”

Marinette wanted to protest that she was busy as well, but remembered her new free time.

“Besides, since I lost the Butterfly and Peacock miraculous when the Temple was destroyed, I decided it be better to only let you see where the miracle box is truly hidden.”

The staff stilled. Tikki looked at her chosen with piqued interest.

“Marinette?” The kwami tried.

“You lost the miraculouses with the temple.” Marinette parroted.

Master Fu tilted his head. “Yes.”

“Master, where did you lose the Miraculous book?”

“I lost everything that day, when the temple-“ Master Fu froze, looking at Marinette with wide eyes. She hadn’t dropped her bow yet.

“Fu, you geezer.” He chastied himself, “Marinette the book! Whoever had the book-“

Marinette dropped the bow, a loud vebrato echoinf around the room. She looked to Tikki with an unreadable expression.

“Looks like my chances with Adrien really are ruined.”

…

“Marinette wait- we still don’t know the full story!” Tikki yelled, from inside Marinette’s bag. But the blunette was already racing home, feet literally pounding the pavement.

How didn’t she see it before? She had crossed out most of the Agreste household, but if she could make is so that Ladybug and Marinette were in the same place, couldn’t they do so as well? Adrien isn’t Hawkmoth, she knew that much. Whichever side he took on Lila’s lies didn’t make him a villain, if he decided not to interfere or shake the boat, those are his own issues to work out.

Gabriel Agreste. The elusive, fashion designer. With an assistant that knows his every move in and out of a potential suit, his very own Mayura. He had the resources to go to Tibet, he had the book in his possesion, and if he himself wasn’t hawkmoth, he at least knew more about the villain than he let on.

“Tikki, spots on!” Marinette hissed, suddenly taking a sharp turn into an alley. A new fire was burning under the heroine. She would need Chat to take down Hawkmoth, she may need all the heroes. Tikki wrapped around her, without any flashes or spectacular poses.

Ladybug immediately took to the roofs. A call to Chat should be able to at least transfer to his kwami, even untransformed. She admits she hasn’t been as close to Chat lately, with everything around her she doesn’t feel like getting close. The people she believed were her close friends were quick to turn around and leave her behind. The boy she loved wasn’t what she built him up to be, this was her own fault, she knew that.

But Chat, he was the partner Fu chose, he took things less seriously than he should, and Marinette believed it was because she had let him for too long. She liked the banter they had back and forth, liked being able to talk to someone without worrying about what they thought about Marinette. She was a spaz, she was late, she was disorganized, and she was cowardly. But that was different now, she had to grow up. So she did.

Now wasn’t the time for anymore games.

~

“Kid, Ladybug is trying to contact you.”

Plagg was resting on Adrien’s pillow as his chose sat at the desk, practicing his Mandarin. Plagg has been around for eons, and knew every language there is to know, even the dead ones. He had lived through them after all. The kwami was correcting Adrien on his pronounciation.

His chosen jumped up, eyes wide.

“She is?”

“Wait- don’t get too excited it might be-”, Plagg couldn’t finish, suddenly transforming Adrien in a rush. Damn it, he hated when his kittens didn’t let him speak.

Chat Noir on the other hand, was estatic.

“I should get her flowers, we haven’t had any time to hang out. She hasn’t been looking like herself lately.”

It was true, Ladybug had gotten a few upgrades on her suit, but even Chat had noticed how much black had bled into the classic polka dot design. He wasn’t too worried, he himself was covered in the color. But the black was now covering her legs to her thigh, her chest and upper back was now covered in a thin but incredibly strong black armored plate. She had a hood now too, entirely red that she kept loose for the most part, but he had seen up and around her face during nightly patrols. Lastly, she now had a belt, to hold her yoyo and what he guessed a bag full of special transformations for her kwami.

The change was gradual, new things here and there, but startling all the same.

Chat decided to skip the flowers. As much as he loved Ladybug, he knew lately she wasn’t responding to his advances. There was a part of him that wanted to be bitter and try harder, but after weeks of having Lila forcibly hanging on his arm, he could guess why Ladybug wanted the space. He was still dealing with taking the distance as a place to let them both breathe, and not as a form of rejection.

He arrived to his Lady’s location, and noticed her hood was up. He suddenly felt uneasy. The sun was only setting, so why have it up now?

“Hey there Bug-“ he wanted so badly to finish it with ‘-aboo’, but pushed it back.

She turned around to face him, and he saw a new change. Her mask had turned into a visor, the black dots still in place, and bending around her nose like glasses. It looked more efficient at protecting her eyes than the last mask. Also, her hair was loose. It was tucked into her hood, with small pieces framing her face and resting on her shoulders.

She wasn’t smiling, but looked worried.

“Ladybug?” Chat felt uneasy with the look on her face.

Ladybug steeled herself, “I think I know who Hawkmoth is and we need a plan.”

Chat looked alarmed.

“You figured it out? What are we waiting for!”

“Wait Chat,” Ladybug placed an hand on his shoulder, “we could need the other miraculous holders. And we need to look more into the suspect. I might have a way in with my civilian identity but we need to do this carefully.”

Chat faltered. His lady would never risk her personal identity, he’s mentioned before she has too many loved ones to protect. Has that somehow changed?

“Can you at least tell me who it is?”

Ladybug looked at Chat carefully, and sighed.

“The guardian and I were talking when I realized it.” Chat tried not to let her regular meetings with Fu sting, “Master Fu lost the peacock and butterfly miraculous back at the temple in tibet. He also lost several artifacts from his temple, and the book of miraculous.”

Chat could feel breath begin to come out shallow, heart racing in his chest.

“So whoever found the book, must have found the miraculous.” He finished. “Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth.”

“Or Gabriel Agreste somehow got the book from Hawkmoth.” Ladybug wasn’t sure about that theory, but she couldn’t accuse him without better proof again.

Chat Noir disagreed. He found the book with a few belongings of his mother, and a map of Tibet. His father was never the same after his mom disappeared. A thought occured to him.

His eyes widened, “Mayura-“

“Might be Gabriel’s assistant Nathalie Sancouer, yes.” Ladybug didn’t appear angry or determined to track these two down. Instead it looked like it pained her to realize the truth. Perhaps she was mimicking Chat’s own emotions.

Chat looked at his Lady. Obviously she had been going through a few things. Bad things. And if she was willing to risk her identity when unknowning there was a better candidate for undercover work beside her, Chat knew she could trust her with his identity. He always knew that.

“Ladybug, I know it’s important to keep our identites a secret, and I’m not sure how you would even try to investigate out of the suit, but you have to know something first.” Chat took a step back.

“What are you-“

“You don’t have to reveal yourself to me. I know how important your own identity is to you. But there’s an easier way to get to Agreste.” He took a deep breath. “We have to use Adrien.”

Ladybug’s face shifted to disbelief, then to anger.

“We won’t put a civilian in danger! And he didn’t handle the Snake miraculous well, we would be sending him in without any protection!” She barked.

Chat smiled humorlessly.

“I think he can handle himself.” He was risking everything. But with everything his father might have done, it was his job to make it right. “Claws in.”

He heard his partner shriek, and quickly cover her eyes.

“Chat now is not the time! What makes you think your civilian identity can get closer to Adrien or Gabriel than mine?”

“Because I live under the same roof.” Adrien thought for a moment. “And I’m not Gorilla- in case you had any doubts.”

Ladybug’s mouth dropped, hand trembling over her eyes. She didn’t want to look.

“Adrien?” She asked shakily, still unable to remove her palm. She felt long fingers carefully wrap around her own, and gently pry her hand away.

Adrien Agreste stood on a roof in pajama pants and a hoodie, hair messed up from the wind, and a sheepish smile on his face.

“Hey LB.”

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i dont consider myself a 'fashion guru' by any means but one thing i will say is guys you dont need to know the specific brand an item you like is - you need to know what the item is called. very rarely does a brand matter, but knowing that pair of pants is called 'cargo' vs 'boot cut' or the names of dress styles is going to help you find clothes you like WAAAYYYY faster than brand shopping

this also goes for aesthetic or -core titles. 'y2k tank top' is going to get you resellers and fast fashion brands advertising to people looking to meet a current trend. 'thin strap crop tank top' is going to get you a diverse group of results and not upcharge you to hell and back

additionally, shop second hand when you can, second hand and thrift sites typically organize clothes by the cut and color. theyll be more affordable than a depop seller curating you a style to sell you

useful terminology for different kinds of clothing shapes :)

here are more terms! these are all from enérie. it is a really good blog that has lots of fashion terminology and it's a good mix of menswear and womenswear! they also have a book as well compiling all their diagrams. you could also look into getting a visual fashion dictionary for terms as well!

DPxDC Prompt #10

Danny; baby Ancient of Space, Ward of Time, Infinite Prince, Dream Coda; as if he wasn't OP enough, has begun having prophetic dreams.

Sometimes they're about imminent deaths, sometimes it's deep secrets never intended to see the light of day, sometimes it's spoilers to various popular media, and a lot of times just random crap like 'it's gonna start raining at 2:23pm' or 'there will be a friendly cat on the way to school.'

Fortunately for Danny, he doesn't really remember most of his dreams. He just carries on with his life as usual and possibly doesn't even know these dreams are happening. He doesn't have to deal with the normal trauma or anxiety most prophets live with.

Unfortunately for the people around him, he's prone to sleep walking and sleep talking.

It's more than a little unnerving when you wake up in the middle of the night and your newest brother is just there. You didn't hear him come in. Which should be impossible, and yet he did it literally in his sleep. He says "He doesn't have enough eggs for pancakes." Then faceplants into your bed to return to deep slumber.

Consider! Just before BruceQuest, to Jason "A demon want his spleen"

Hmm... more specificall, "The Demon will take his spleen and the Father will be returned."

Leading Jason to try to figure out which of his dumbass brothers is gonna summon and make a deal with a demon to bring Bruce back because like Hell is he letting them do something that stupidly reckless. At least not alone if he can't stop them.

Listen.

EVERYBODY knows (or should) that you DO. NOT. STOP. in Vidor, Texas. 

It’s best to just run out of gas elsewhere. Whatever you do, black folks, DO NOT STOP IN VIDOR, TEXAS. 

There’s a good chance you’ll get lynched or just come up missing - and I’m not joking.

also do NOT stop in Harrison, Arkansas!!!! (relatively close to OK and MI) a nazi town with a BIG KKK organization.

Reblog To Save Life

Okay but like reblog to LITERALLY SAVE SOMEONE’S LIFE

Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please puHLEAAASSEEEEEEE BE SAFE

They are called sundown towns and there are a LOT of them in the US.

https://sundown.tougaloo.edu/sundowntowns.php

This website has a clickable map where you can see suspected and confirmed sundown towns by state, as well as information about whether these attitudes are historical or current.

Reblog for the link

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Please stay safe

REBLOG IT DOESNT MATTER WHAT BLOG YOU ARE THIS IS GONNA SAVE SOMEONE

I am poc too and i am scared for my LIFE when i go to the south. please stay safe.

I am not poc but I know this could save someone’s life. Please reblog and spread the message.

My obligatory addition to this every time it crosses my dash, because I know the link is definitely missing ones in my own (northern) state and there are some in this thread not on the above link either - thread by LeVar Burton with a LOT of replies from people naming the sundown towns near them:

https://twitter.com/levarburton/status/1300918792143339520

Just in case someone is traveling, please be careful

AUTO REBLOG

On this weeks episode of why America is terrifying.

im not american but god this is terrifying

Warning people of the existence of sundown towns feels extra important now.

be safe people

I still think Moana deserved an Oscar for this part

To me, the moral of Moana is that only women can help other women heal from male violence. 

The movie starts with the idea that the male god who wronged Te Fiti must be the one to heal her. This seems to make a certain sort of intuitive sense in that I think we all believe that if you do something wrong you should try to make it right. But how does he try to right it? Through more violence. Of course that failed. 

It was only when another woman, Moana, saw past the “demon of earth and fire” that the traumatized Te Fiti had become (what a good metaphor for trauma, right?) and met her with love instead of violence that she was able to heal. Note that they do the forehead press before Moana restores the heart, while Te Fiti is still Te Kā. Moana doesn’t wait for her beautiful island goddess to appear in all her green splendor before greeting and treating her as someone deserving of love.

Moana is only able to restore the heart because Te Kā reveals her vulnerability and allows Moana to touch her there. Maui and his male violence could only ever have resulted in more ruin.

@i-want-cheese

This is a touching anaylisis but it’s extremely racist as not only have you completely ignored the whole point of Maui’s character, but have managed to incriminate a man of color on a tumblr wide scale.

First of all, Maui’s character does not represent male violence—it represent human greed. Maui did not take the heart because he is a man, and Te-Fiti is a woman. He took it because the humans asked him to. The humans asked Maui to do everything for them, not caring how greedy or selfish their requests were and in the end it was Maui who suffered for it. Maui is supposed to show the flaw of humanity.

This has nothing to do with sexism, it has everything to do with the fact that Maui gave and gave to the humans who could never stop being greedy. Moana giving the heart back wasn’t supposed to be her “making up” for the male violence that Maui represents. It was her making up for the greed she and her people represent. It was touching however because yes it was an important moment between two women, but you missed the point and you’ve come off racist and very disrespectful to a culture at that.

Yes, Moana is an empowering movie for women, especially women of color. But the last thing this is about is Maui being an abuser/rapist or whatever. That is not the point of Maui’s character.

And to assume so is racist. You are a white woman completely dehumanizing a man of color and ruining his image because of how you see him. And other white girls here on tumblr have happily picked up that image and interpretation and rolled with it. Maui’s character is now seen as an abuser or as someone who is violently because of white girls here on tumblr—which it doesn’t surprise me. (an in a historical context this is even MORE racist because white women would always make Maui’s people out to be savages and abusers etc., simply because of the color of their skin and their culture so yea, this is bad).

You can see the morality of the movie however you want, but do not be disrespectful toward a character and in this case a culture.

@i-want-cheese Please don’t write this off as another “butthurt comment” or “male guilt”, because this is really messed up. I see how you’re brushing off some other people’s comments and I honestly hope that you don’t see mine the same way because this is an issue I think you need to face/realize. You are being racist and brushing it off isn’t going to change that. the 

@visibilityofcolor THANK YOU FOR THIS. As a Polynesian woman, reading that post and other replies painting Maui and even Tui as aggressive and violent men had me feeling some type of way, especially since White people have always regarded Polynesian men in such a manner.

I’ve thought about replying because I’m tired of seeing these kind of “Moana is a feminist movie” posts collect hundreds of notes despite the fact that these posts always conveniently fail to mention Pasifika people, but it always stressed me out, so thank you.

As an aside, Maui taking Te Fiti’s heart and Moana restoring it was symbolic of environmental preservation. Because the people who inspired Moana–Pasifika people, not just Polynesian–are always affected first when the environment is threatened. Our way of life is greatly influenced by the ocean and we believe that if you take care of the ocean, she will take care of you.

You’re very welcome.

This is insight for me as well (as I wasn’t aware that the movie also came fro the culture of the Pasifika people), and does give a very important perspective. I do agree with you, this movie is about environmental restoration, not some white fem bullshit.

I tried over and over again to explain to I-want-cheese about how she was being racist, but she responded by blocking me and other poc who called her out (even other polynesian people). People to this day are still trying to explain that she is being racist and culturally insensitive but she ignores us.

I’ve made a few posts about this, hoping that people realize how problematic it is to agree with i-want-cheese.  Explaining to her racist white ass that this was problematic was like explaining to a bird. She wouldn’t listen and neither would have of her racist friends.

Sorry you’ve had to see this on your dash every so often, but I’m glad my portion of the post is starting to get around. (reblogged to the wrong blog at first lols)

dang reblogging this as a correction for the very first reblog. this why feminist analysis always needs to be intersectional

My heart just cried

the portrayal of Maui is super important here, the disney crew put a LOT of effort into getting him right because he IS a crucial figure to an entire culture- basically a cross between a central religious figure and superman so handling him poorly would be catastrophically disrespectful there are basically only two parts of Mauis legend that they flub- they only tell half of the story of when he was abandoned as a baby, and they skip over that stealing the heart of Te-Fiti so he could give it to humanity was the legend in which he dies yes, canonically Maui dies in his quest to give gifts to humanity, its an important element of why Maui is such a profound character, not just ‘man who hurt someone’ strawman it gets worse when you discover the OTHER legend they fudged, the story of his birth, reinforces this. Mauis mother had several (Hawaiians only say three, new zealand says five) sons, all named Maui, so when she had ANOTHER son she named him Maui as well, but then cast him into the sea for there was no way she could support another son. the gods did not save Maui, as Moana says, instead they return him to his mother and say she must give him a chance. to which his mother states that for her to take care of him this infant must remove the roof from her house by throwing spears at it. that is the story of Maui the skillful, abandoned as an infant and then immediately told that he must PROVE his worth, after which all he ever does is prove his worth

his brothers mocked him for being a poor fisherman, he crafts a fishook from a jawbone and proceeds to raise new islands from the sea the sky is so low the trees bend, maui raises it for everyone, then fills the new sky with wind

the sun flies so quickly there is not enough time in the day to do the labors for everyone, maui has to lay traps for each of the suns many feet, chase after it as it was slowed, and then threaten to chop its legs off if it would not slow down

he then due to the complaints of the now longer dark night creates the moon and is upset his creation will not please humanity for it does not make sufficient light, then shows it to the sun so that it may learn how to be bright maui was credited with having invented as gifts for humanity the outrigger canoe, stone tools, and seaworthy boats that had no mast or sails. he was credited with inventing tattoos as a gift to dogs, however humanity is still not content so maui descends to the land of the dead to ask the secret of creating fire from the grandmother, who kept it hidden in her fingernails. he dropped the fingernail in the water as he tried to return to the land of the living, came back for another, dropped it as well, and went through all ten fingers and toenails untill he had to then interrogate birds the grandmother had shared the secret with to tell him how

a monstrous eel tried to put the moves on his wife, and again maui had to prove his worth to reclaim her by breaking the monster eel’s spine, shoving him into the ground to create the first coconut tree, the single most useful thing for polynesian life, as a gift to humanity yet again Maui, as a mythological figure, did nothing but give from the day he was born. he gave humans tools, land, fire, boats, light, the wind, everything except life itself and he even tried to give them that- and it killed him, he was bitten in two a crucial part of Maui as a legend is that he failed, its literally part of the point, also that he was driven to prove himself endlessly to the (during his life) ungrateful. do not try and drag Maui, its disrespectful on a level i cant express thank the man, you asshole Moana succeeded where he failed, for she saw that she did not have to prove herself. the whole movie up untill then she was trying to put on a brave face (there was literally a cut song ‘warrior face’ where maui teaches her Haka), shout her courage, announce to the world at large that she WILL do the thing and fix the world and be the hero, just like Maui

its easy to miss, she stopped trying to prove who she was to anyone, there was nobody she needed to prove herself TO she just WAS herself, and that brought her peace

Uh oh! You are now a were-animal! This means you become a human-sized animal hybrid with uncontrollable bloodlust every night!

Spin this wheel to get your species

I don't think anything is going to be happening in this instaints

Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.

Yes, nonblack people can reblog. I'd appreciate it, in fact, if y'all took the time to vocally support your Black friends/fans in fandom.

amazing

There has been a series of murders across the country. Each death was varied and self-inflicted. At first, they all seemed like suicide but each had a strange range of symptoms before death.

Sudden paranoia, incoherent mumbling, screaming or yelling, going in and out of their homes sporadically, random fixations, and finally self-harm.

The victims were teachers, parents, businessmen, truckers, and even a crime novelist. All unrelated and in different states.

Each victim didn't seem to have a connection until an investigation discovered that each one had been an active serial killer. The body counts ranged from as little as 5 to as much as 23. The killer was named the Serial Serial Killer which wasn't creative but it was catchy. Some called them the Angel of Vengeance but most thought it was cringy and overdramatic. Many people didn't want them to be caught but others hotly debated letting a killer dispense justice when their crusade could easily turn into them killing people for innocuous things.

The police were still questioning whether this killer even existed. One thing was clear, there was a trail and it led straight to Gotham. A goldmine for them. Naturally, Batman had gotten a hold on the case and began an investigation.

The biggest question was how the killer found their victims and how they knew that they were killers.

The answer was obvious. They didn't need to figure it out. They just needed to wait. Why just in the effort to investigate when a serial killer tries to convince you to leave with them? So bars are the obvious place. But that's shaky at best since there is a period of torment that takes place that allows the victims to return home. The killer doesn't care if the victims could call the police, perhaps because they know their victim won't.

Bruce started to build a profile. He saw a pattern here. Each of the victims had a preference for their victims as well. They targeted young people, mainly boys. Odds are the Serial Serial Killer matched that description or age range. So bars weren't the hunting ground. So parks were more likely to go unnoticed and boys tended to hang out there longer after dark.

The killer was more than likely a victim himself so he may have a few scars but probably not noticeable enough that his would-be assailants would be turned off. There is no ignoring the predatory nature of the victims. Each killed children for gratification in some form. It's not that the boy is attractive but he probably has traits that the victims found attractive in children. So babyfaced, short, native, and polite.

There was much else Bruce could get. There was nothing concrete and he still didn't understand the method that was used. So far this was guesswork.

It wasn't until a few weeks later while he tracking another killer that he found his answer.

Dr.Kinder a Biologist by day and a killer who experiments on his victims at night had picked up a promising new lab rat a week ago. He had intended to slowly dissect the boy. He had gotten so used to the screams he stopped using anesthetics besides he wanted to see how the fear response caused the organs to shift.

To his surprise the boy didn't fight, in fact he seemed to jump to the table and say he didn't need restraints. Disturbing. But he was restrained anyways.

As the doctor cut him open the boy didn't react, only humming to himself as he watched the doctor.

"What are you hoping to find?" He asked. "I'm getting bored and this bearly hurts."

The boy annoyingly never stopped talking and never missed a chance to ruin the moment. There were never any screams or cries but incessant talking.

Dr.Kinder found the boy disturbing so he simply took an axe and chopped the boy into pieces. Not once did he make a sound. The doctor thought it was over but the next day the boy was back. He sat on the autopsy table kicking his feet in nothing but his bare skin.

"What the hell are you?" The doctor gasped in horror.

"I'm bored. Play with me again." The boy purred.

Bile crawled up his throat as the doctor restained this...thing again.

This time the boy spoke differently.

"You cut me up last time. Did you do that to the last boy. After you...you know." A sick grin spread across his cheeks.

The doctor cut open his neck this time and let him bleed out.

Everyday he came back and every day the doctor killed him until the time between his death got shorter and shorter. The days began to blur and he had no idea how long he had been doing this. But that thing kept talkimg to him.

Dr.Kinder stared down at his desk at the papers trying to think of anything but-

"I wonder what people would think about what you've done. You're a disgusting and depraved man doctor. Look at what you've done to me." The sing-song voice of that demon called out.

He could feel those blood-soaked arms wrapped around his neck.

He flinch as he pushed the thing away.

"Oh, are you going to beat me or stab me this time? Ooo, or are you going to put me through the woodchipper again?" The demon asked as the doctor wrapped his hands around his throat.

He just kept squeezing until the boy went limp. It never ends. The blood never goes away. It covered every surface of the room. Dripping, conjugating, and spreading into every corner. Whenever he turned his head he could see body parts spread across the room in the pools of blood he could they the faces of the others that he had killed. Each face wretched in agony.

"You hold on better than the others. I've been eaten, torched, and disemboweled before but after coming back a few times they usually end it after a few words. But every time they don't feel guilt. They just don't want to face consequences." The boy said. "Do you even remember my name? The one I told you when you picked me up on the side of the road or was I just another body to use and discard? I used the name of your first victim. I hoped you'd notice."

The doctor knew he couldn't kill the boy but he could end himself. He had tried it once but just like the kid he came back without a scratch.

"Not yet. This is your life now. Come on, let's taste death together. Again and again and again and again and-" he repeated over and over.

This was hell. This was his hell.

But it came to an end eventually. Dr.Kinder put an end to himself in a gruesome display.

Batman had only caught the tail end as he faced a young boy standing an a pool of blood.

****

"Yeah, that thing is like a worse version of a revenant. Doesn't really have a name yet to describe it. It's undead for sure. You kill it and it just comes back." Constantine said "Why did you bring it here?"

After a long bath and some new clothes, the kid looked normal as played on a phone given to him.

"Look, I didn't know what else to do." Bruce explained.

"You leave it alone!" Constantine said exasperated "Look they are harmless to anything they don't bear a grudge towards. Think of it as a force of nature." Constantine said.

"I just want to know how to stop him." Bruce said.

"Well you can't kill it but you can't bring him back entirely. You can just soothe it 'till it stops targeting its victims. It must have died pretty gruesomely to go to these lengths. You need to find where it died and lay it to rest. Properly." Constantine sighed knowing that appeasing this soul would be more than just difficult.

"Danny, come on. Let's go." Bruced said putting a hand on the boy's head as Danny stood up to leave.

"Okay. Bye!" Danny waved to Constantine.

Okay, I wanted to add my own little snippet in here. Just for fun. Mostly cause the idea of revenants fascinates me. TW: allusions to child murder.

“Okay, so here’s the situation. Gotham has a ghost.”

“No kidding.” Steph snickered, “Have you seen this place?” She pointed at Jason impishly.

He swatted at her arm. “I am sitting right here.”

“He said ghost, not ‘theater kid who wears too much axe body spray.” Tim snarked while he typed on his wrist computer.

“Screw you.”

Alfred coughed politely in the background and the group stopped.

“Please continue, Mr. Constantine.”

Constantine nodded to his fellow (if more professional) Brit. “Right. What Gotham has is a revenant. A deadly one.”

Duke raised his hand. “And a revenant is what exactly? All we know is that the same energy signature has been found at multiple murder scenes.”

Dick nodded, “And all of the victims were later found to be serial killers. Ones who typically targeted children or teens.”

“At first we thought it was Jason on the DL.” Steph chirped out, Cas nodded next to her silently.

“If I’d have done it, I would have taken credit for it.”

Constantine sighed. “Okay. History lesson, anybody here heard of a ‘Woman in White’ ghost story? Or maybe that ‘Phantom hitchhiker’ phenomenon?”

“Are you saying they’re real?” Jason scoffed.

“Dude, you literally came back from the dead.”

“I’m a zombie, bitch. Not a ghost.”

Constantine interrupted. “ANYWAYS, this type of ghost is pretty common. Especially in the U.S.”

“How come?”

Constantine rolled his eyes and continued speaking. “Each of these ghosts is a different person but they all have pretty much the same three stories of how they died. 1. Someone dies in a car accident or hit and run. Now their ghost hitchhikes that same road and kills anyone who pulls over to help them.” Constantine lifted a second finger.

“2. A woman loses her mind (usually due to her husband/lover cheating) and kills her own children. Once she realizes what she’s done she commits suicide. Afterwards she is left wandering around the highways and byways looking for her lost children and killing any unfaithful man she comes across.”

“The La Llorona.” Dick spoke up.

“That’s one of the most iconic examples.” Constantine nodded. “And right nasty one she is too.” His tone indicated that there was a story there

“What’s the third version?”

“That’s the kind of revenant you are dealing with. An avenging one. This type of ghost died violently and wanders around looking for their killer to avenge their own deaths.”

“So…Jason?”

“Shut up!”

“You gotta admit it does sound like you.”

“I hate all of you.”

Batman had his hand over his face. John looks over at him. “Can’t you control your kids, mate?”

“Do you think anyone can?”

“Fair.” He straightened to address the whole room again. “Now this particular revenant is a bit of a unique one.”

“In what way?”

“Well for starters. It’s young. In every sense of the word. Most revenants will take upwards to a decade before they spill the kind of blood this one has. Revenants take time to build the momentum needed to interact with the physical world in any meaningful way. That’s why you get those ‘phantom hitchhiker’ stories. They are just revenants that can’t do more than appear physically or audibly.”

“But not this one.”

“No. This one came swinging right out of the gate. No decades long haunting spree to cement it into local legend. No occasional mysterious disappearances to attribute to it. And there’s more. Look at this,” John pulled a Manila folder out of his coat pocket (a pocket way too small for the folder so obviously a extra-dimensional space) and the bats all leaned forward to look at the file.

“Nathaniel Boyd…Who is that?”

“I think he is one of the earliest victims of your revenant.”

Tim was clicking on his wrist computer. “He’s not a registered Gotham resident.”

“No.” John confirmed with a grin. “He’s from Indiana.”

“Indiana? I thought you said these types of ghosts stay near where they died? Along the same road or whatever.” Jason asked.

“I did and they do. Usually. That’s another reason this one is so unique. It’s traveling. From West to East. Now back to Boyd. Local guy in South Bend Indiana. Worked at the library. Worked with his church part time as a youth pastor. Married with two kids. About 9 months ago this bloke went from the poster boy for small town America to raving loon. He went missing for three days and when the locals found him wandering the streets he was stark raving mad and covered in his own blood.”

“Injuries?”

“Self inflicted bite marks. Bugger gnawed himself down to the bone in some places. Lost a couple of fingers to infection but he survived. Because he was delusional, they thought it could be drug induced but there was no evidence, and he never came down from it. He was committed to the local psychiatric hospital. Doctor there tried hypnosis as a method to calm him down and it apparently worked long enough for him to talk about what happened. And I got ahold of his account.” Constantine lifted a recorder with a jaunty flourish.

With a click he played the interview.

“Now Nate, how are you feeling?” The therapist’s voice was soothing and feminine. In contrast her patient’s voice was stuttering and shaky, like he was on the brink of tears.

“B-bad. I did bad. So bad.”

“What did you do that was bad?”

“He was so…pretty. So young. I couldn’t help it.”

Around the table Jason blanched. “Pedo” he sneered. “Shh!” Dick nudged him, trying to focus on the recording.

“Who was ‘he’?”

“He was lost, he said. Pretty boy. He came in looking for directions. He looked tired. I- I told him I was going on lunch and o-offered to buy him McDonald’s.”

“What happened next?”

“I got him in the car. I ha-had- I gave him a bottle of water. Made him sleep. I took him to the c-cabin.”

“What cabin?”

“Sss-secret. My secret place. In the woods. For my…my boys.”

“You took this boy to your cabin? Is he still there?”  Through the recording they could hear the therapist shifting in her chair. Likely uncomfortable and worried for the child.

“I tied him to the bed. He woke up and I started to mark him.”

“Mark him?”

“Bite him. Make him mine. Like the others. He- he didn’t cry like the others. I got mad. But…but I got thirsty too. I got a drink but when I came back…he was-wasn’t there. I looked around but but something hit me. I fell asleep.”

Tim looked hopeful. “The kid got loose and knocked him out?”

“Keep listening.”

“He…I lost time. So much time. I don’t know. I woke up and I was being bitten.”

“Who was biting you? The boy?”

“A monster. B-big. And sweaty. It stunk so much. And it’s breath…it smelled like death.”

“What did the monster look like?”

“I didn’t want to look at it. H-it kept biting me. It was biting me! I was scared. I was s-so scared.”

“What happened to the boy?”

“He was in the corner. His eyes. He was st-staring at me. Just staring. And…smiling. Like it was a game. His eyes…he never blinked. Never. They were dead eyes.”

“What happened next?”

“The monster bit me so much. So much. I was going to die. I got loose and ran away.”

“Can you tell me where the cabin is?”

“I don’t want to go back! No no no no!” Nate’s voice broke into pathetic sobbing as he repeated ‘No’ over and over.

“You aren’t going back. I promise” The therapists voice was soft and soothing. “We just need to know where it is so we can kill the monster. Where is the cabin, Nate?”

“You’ll…you’ll get rid of the monster?”

“Yes Nate. The monster will be taken care of.”

“O-Okay…”

Constantine clicked off the recorder. “Police went to the cabin. There was no boy there. They found a bed that it was pretty obvious Boyd had been tied to with some rope. Also, they found three bodies of teenage and preteen boys buried a few feet outside the cabin. Their autopsy’s show severe bite wounds covering nearly every inch of skin. Dental mold from the freshest one matched Boyd’s teeth.”

“So, the boy Boyd kidnapped that day?”

“He was the phantom traveler. The revenant. Who drove Boyd insane by making him experience the torture he put his victims through.”

“And that’s our revenant? How do you figure that?”

“It’s his pattern. Boyd was just the first to report his experience. If you can call it reporting. But I guarantee there were others before him. Killers who met the revenant and were just frightened by him. Perhaps when he first began, he could only appear visually, or audibly. Boyd is the first to be able to physically interact with the revenant.” Constantine seemed genuinely excited.

Damian seemed skeptical. “And this is unusual for a revenant spirit?”

“This quickly? Yes. He went from appearing visually to mentally tormenting and now he’s actively killing his targets. It takes spirits literal decades to achieve this kind of power, but he’s done it in months. And more than that, he’s mobile.”

“I’d say so. He went from Indiana to New Jersey in less than a year. You said this kind of ghost stuck to around where they died right?”

“In almost every other case, yes. But he’s traveling across state lines. I thought at first he was traveling along roads connected to I-80 but he killed another serial killer in Frankfort Kentucky almost three weeks after Boyd. Nowhere near I-80.”

“So, what is he doing?”

“I think he is or at least was, actively hitchhiking across the U.S. Up until he reached Gotham. Before Boyd I can’t track him accurately, his ‘victims’ aren’t likely to report picking up a young kid for the purpose of killing him and getting spooked when they can’t. But once he got enough power/ability to physically interact with them, his path is pretty clear. I have five deaths after Boyd.”

“First was in Frankfort, Kentucky with Gary Evan who died of strangulation. Then Portsmouth, Ohio had Charles Gibbins who was drowned in a hotel bathtub.

Then Wheeling, West Virginia with Micheal Carman who was stabbed repeatedly in his own basement.

And Allentown, Pennsylvania had David Current who died after eating rat poison.

And finally right before reaching Gotham we have Somerville, New Jersey and Lawyer Samuel Light who died of a self-inflicted shotgun wound, to his back.” Constantine dropped folder after folder onto the table as he listed the names and locations. “Each one of them were found to be serial killers with multiple child victims.”

“That shotgun thing is not possible. And how did you connect all these to the ghost?”

“Because each time the ‘victim’s’ fingerprints are the only ones at the scene. Each man is ‘missing’ for three days before he is found dead. And each scene has evidence indicating that they took their own lives. Gary Evan’s had bruises along his neck from the strangulation, the police found that his own hands matched the bruises perfectly. Charles Gibbens was the only one in the motel room according to the security camera the manager had secretly placed to watch the nearby vending machine. Micheal Carman was holding the knife and his fingerprints are the only ones on it. Blood wasn’t smeared so the knife wasn’t wiped clean. And both the rat poison and the shotgun only had the victims’ fingerprints on it.”

“But its not possible to physically shoot yourself in the back with a shotgun.”

“No its’ not. But the revenant isn’t making them physically do it. What I think is happening is that the revenant is manifesting a copy of the killer who inflicts the same suffering on these men that they inflicted on their own victims.”

“Karma.” Jason nodded. “Good for the ghost.”

“And now he’s in Gotham. Can you imagine how many child killers there are in this city?”

The assembled group grimaced. Constantine nodded. “This revenant essentially waltzed into a buffet of victims.”

“So how do we stop it?” Batman asked.

“Why would we want to stop it?” Jason countered.

“Jason…” Dick tried to placate but Jason leaned away.

“I’m just saying, if the only ones the ‘revenant’ is targeting is kiddie killers then I say let him have them.” He pushed himself away from the table. “I’m not gonna get in his way.”

Constantine was completely over the Bat-drama. “The only way to stop an avenging revenant is to give them closure of their own murder and lay them to rest.”

“He goes after serial killers who target kids. He was probably someone’s victim.” Duke theorized. Jason looked conflicted. On one hand Gothams pedophilic murderers were being taken care of. On the other a child murder was going unavenged so long as the revenant was still active.

“There is some good news, thanks to Boyd we got a physical description.” Tim diverted the conversation from morality to practicality.

“How so?”

“Library had cameras.” He typed something and threw the image to the larger monitor on the Bat computer.

It was a normal library. Gray/blue carpet and paper decorations of turkeys and leaves for autumn. Boyd was sitting behind the main counter reading a book, looking completely normal in a blue plaid button up and slacks. A few moments into the video, a young teen came through the door.

He was an older preteen, maybe 10 or 12. Caucasian. Slight body build with a narrow, almost feminine face. He had scruffy dark hair that seemed slightly too long, almost brushing over his shoulders. He was in a red and white t-shirt and baggy light wash jeans and red sneakers.

The image quality sharply dropped when the boy appeared on screen. They could just barely make out the next events. Boyd standing up and speaking to the boy over the counter and obviously making his offer to ‘go get mcdonalds’.

“That’s your ghost.” Constantine commented. “Pretty impressive he can appear on screen at all.”

“He’s small.”

“He looks like a skinny Damian.”

“Tch.”

They continued to watch as Boyd prepared to leave and the boy followed close behind him. Just before he left the camera range, the boy looked up.

Staring straight into the camera with an unsettling grin, the boys' eyes glowed an inhuman toxic green.

“Oh Fuck.”

Poseidon: You guys need to stop fighting.

Triton: She started it!

Kymopoleia: Come here, I'll finish it too!

Poseidon: Enough! Neither of you are getting ice cream!

Triton: Wait what?

Kymopoleia: Ice cream?

Poseidon: Only good children who don't fight their siblings get ice cream. That means you, Tyson. Who wants ice cream?

Tyson: Yay!

Percy: What about me?

Poseidon: Yes, you can have ice cream too!

Triton: Hold on- he just fought Polyphemus and Antaeus! Why does he get ice cream?

Percy: It's because I have favorite-child privilege.

Kymopoleia: Hey! That's no fair!

Poseidon: I have no idea what you mean. If you wanted ice cream, you shouldn't be fighting!

Reblog if you think asexuality is a legitimate sexuality.

I'm trying to prove something.

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The summary of the fic I'm writing is just:

Ten-year-old!Tim intercepting Nightwing on patrol: hi

Nightwing: Hi there buddy :) you lost?

Tim: no

Nightwing: Do you need help?

Tim: no

Nightwing: ? What do you need then?

Tim, shyly: can you do a somersault for me?

Nightwing: Oh! I can do that :) which one?

Tim: the quadruple somersault please

Nightwing: Okay-

Tim: the one that only Flying Graysons could do.

Nightwing: ...Is that right?

Tim: i know you're Dick Grayson. adopt me and I won't tell anyone

Nightwing:

Nightwing, squinting: You're the Drake kid. When did you become an orphan?

Tim: i didn't

Tim: but I can if that's a requirement

Nightwing: Are you suggesting you would kill your parents?

Tim: ...no?

Nightwing: Kid-

Tim: my name's Tim

Nightwing: Tim, you can't kill your parents.

Tim, stubbornly: you can't parent me until you adopt me

Nightwing, remembering how much he put Bruce through: This is karma.

One month later

Bruce: Dick! I didn't know you were visiting! Not that I'm upset, I'm really glad, it's just a surpise-

Bruce: Whose kid is that.

Dick, exhausted: Mine apparently.

Tim: hi :D

Bruce, assuming Tim is five because he's small: You got someone pregnant at sixteen?

Jason, at the same time: You stole a kid?

Tim: I know you're Batman and Robin :D

Dick: What part of this looks like I had a choice. He was planning to kill his parents.

Tim: they just handed over custody so I didn't have to :D

Dick: I'm sorry for being a difficult kid, but please fix this, he's not eating

Jason: Have you tried peanut butter or potatoes?

Bruce: He knows our identities? And planned to kill his parents?

Dick, ignoring Bruce: Tim's not a dog.

Tim: i like peanut butter. and potatoes

Jason: See, Dickhead? I know stuff.

Dick: You're the smartest person ever, Little Wing, now how do I make that into a full meal

Bruce: Why does a murderous child know our identities?

Dick, frowning: Let the kid eat first, Bruce.

Jason: Yeah, Bruce. Why do you want the kid to starve?

Bruce: I didn't-

Tim: you want me to starve? i'm sorry :(

Bruce: Oh my God

DC x DP fanfic Idea: Gotham Gossip

Meta-human rights are a touchy topic in Gotham. While the city is known for Batman's view on them, it's also known for Bruce Wayne's viewpoint.

The Dark Knight did not welcome Metas, while the Light Knight worked tirelessly to employ charities and programs to support Metas. Both men- if Batman was a man- influenced Gotham so intensely that their viewpoints became the face of the public.

Even people outside of Gothman learned what "Are you a Dark pawn or a Light pawn?" meant when it was spoken about during national debates.

Bruce is now wanting to do a Dad 'Killing is Wrong' lecture. But, while they might share blood? Danny was correct, he hadn't even known about Danny. He was an entirely absent Father. Does he have the right to lecture him? Is that his adoptive parents job? How does he get to know him? Does he have the right to get to know him? He was just called an absent Father on live TV. He doesn't know how to feel about this at all. His other children being chaotic and noisy isn't helping him think either. They all have an opinion about this mess.

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pretend this was posted on time for halloween ;-;

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