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Writing Update
so, I never use Tumblr (well, I use it daily, but to look for journaling inspo and never post nor reblog) but I had an amazing discussion with @jasontoddisrightfuckyou and need to share, because yeah, it made me realize a few things about what happened to me during this past year.
(Also Perse, some of what I’m about to say literally are copy/paste of what I told you, because I’m shocked at how easily I can manage to put words on my feeling when I talk with you) So recently, I noticed how easy it was for me to write in other fandoms: I can write way more and longer fanfictions without even noticing it.
I tried to understand why this is happening, and I think I found out.
I wrote about everything I wanted to write about on Batman fandom. Don't get me wrong, I love batman and I love reading fanfic, but I don't have anything else to write about since all my favorite tropes have been covered already. I should maybe rewrite my old fics and make them better since I guess I did improve during the past years, but writing about batman makes me feel like I’m doing the same thing over and over again. I have the feeling that I really want to write batfam again, but like when I’m in front of a new document, nothing is coming and I’m just struggling and being like "do I even want to tell a story?"
I don’t know about English, but in French, we say that things are being “reheated” when the same concept is used over and over again, and I feel like this is how I see my writing in the Batman fandom now.
I started to write batman because of the server I used to be in and because I knew it was a popular fandom. I had never written in English at that time and had very low self-esteem which made me crave validation that I knew I could have in the DC fandom. Maybe also because I was in a server with what as used to see as “big names” of the fandom that made me feel like I should own my place with them and I was like "look I can write too, even if I’m younger and if English isn’t my native language” etc.
Somehow, I ended up wanting to write about other fandoms but I was like "no, I can only write about dc because I need to “make a name” in the DC fandom, and so it kind of stopped my creativity.
Now I’m not writing to please anyone anymore. I write because I like to, and I like knowing that I can write and because I might have a terrible brainrot.
I do enjoy Batman a lot, and I love reading all the Jason whump fanfictions I can find and seeing all the comments on my old fanfictions. I love talking about DC and I love discussing Jason whump, but I think it will take time for me to write again in this fandom. I can’t find any more stories I want to share with you, and I don’t want to write because I feel the pressure to do it.
I’m now in an amazing server with amazing people that makes me want to write for myself and makes me want to be the best version of myself (as a person, but also as a writer) and I am so grateful for them all.
(Small NB since I noticed I might have not been clear enough: I’m not blaming my old server, but mostly my old state of mind of me being a people pleaser and feeling like I needed validation because I was really insecure)
You can join the server here (it’s a DC server, btw) as long as you’re respecting everyone and the rules :D
Also, you can still find me on ao3
I have no idea how I’m supposed to end a Tumblr post, so bye everyone, and take care <3,
✧₊˚ Harmonique ˚₊✧
Most importantly, write about what you want to write about, and don’t get yourself trapped in the boundaries you created.
Alfred Pennyworth: Alone
Imagine your dad(Bruce Wayne) is an absolute ass, and Alfred ends up becoming your emotional support after you go through a terrible event:
- Lil warning: sexual battery, battery, kidnapping, hints alluding to rape, Bruce is an asshole, depression, thoughts of self harm -
Being the daughter of Bruce Wayne carries a lot of weight, you are expected to be great at everything, get amazing grades, have good friends, be a good person, etc, but the truth is that you can't always be that person.
Sure, I get good grades most of the time, but they never seem to be enough for dad. My friends are great and supportive, they know all about my feelings, and they never use me because of my last name, but that doesn't mean my father approves of them. And last but not least, I am who I am, I can't be the socialite and extrovert my father wants me to be, I can't dress the way he wants me to, and I can't act the way he wants me to.
This isn't done out of rebellion, I really want to be the daughter my dad wants, I want him to be proud of me, but I just feel like a hollow shell whenever I try.
———————
Today I went to hangout with some people, I decided to try and be friends with people my father has openly approved of, but everything just feels so shallow.
They all dressed fancy, most of them wearing expensive brands. I even dressed like them in an attempt to fit in, but I felt like such a fake. Remembering my fathers look of approval when he saw me and when I told him about my plans makes me push away my discomfort, just wanting to get through the day.
We had gone out to eat after school, and now were just messing around in a park. It was getting late, and I really wanted to head home, but I don't even know where I am anymore.
I'm in a group of about 5 people, 3 of them being guys and the other 2 are girls. The guys and girls are dating, so just me and this other guy are basically third wheeling. The couples want to go to the movies, but I know they are just going to be making out, so I decline, stating I'll just wait in the park for their movie to end; the other guy also declines, stating he'll also wait.
The guy - I think his name is Chase - and I went and sat on a bench near the outskirts of the park. It was really getting dark now, and I desperately wanted to go home and curl up in my bed and forget about this day, but Chase simply will not stop talking. He's actually not that annoying, and he's not half bad to look at with his brown hair swept to the side, his green eyes looking at me intently.
I stand up and Chase stops talking, his expression almost looking irritated that I interrupted.
"I think I'll be heading home now." For a moment I glimpsed anger flashing through his eyes, but it was gone just as immediately, instead being replaced by an extravagant smile.
"Sure, I'll walk you to your bus stop." I almost feel like blushing, but he probably only offered because I'm a young girl alone in Gotham at night. I smile instead, and say 'thank you' before beginning my walk to the bus stop. It's not too far, only about a half mile walk, but as we pass an alley, Chase motions for me to follow him though it, stating it was a shortcut.
I don't feel comfortable, I don't like alleys in the first place, adding in the fact that it's night makes it even worse. I go to tell Chase no, but looking into the alley I realize I can't see him anymore. Fear surges within me, is he okay? Where did he go? I hesitantly step into the alley when I hear him urgently shouting my name.
I run to his voice, hoping to see that he's okay, but as I turn into a corner within the alley I'm quickly shoved into the rough brick wall. My head is aching in pain, as well as my back. I try to shove the person away, but they secure my hands with theirs, their chest grazing against mine. I don't know what's happening, I can't tell who this is because it's so dark.
I can feel the tears running down my cheeks as one of their hands gropingly wanders over my body.
"Oh, don't tell me you're crying." That mocking voice stabs me, betrayal radiating through my bones. That voice belongs to Chase, I feel like fighting and dying at the same time.
My free hand acts without thought, a loud smack ringing through the tense silence. He seems stunned, but he soon reacts in violence as well, punching my lower abdomen, my body hunching over. He gives me no time to suffer, as he pulls my body back up, holding my face up with one hand and delivering a forceful punch with the other.
I can't remember much after that other than falling to the ground, the last thing I saw was him walking towards me with a sickening grin.
———————
Pain radiates through my body, everything ached, but my pelvis and hips felt like they were burning. My shoulder stings, and my face felt like I had been beat; my eyes aren't even open, yet I already want to go back to sleep.
It's only when the memories of last night resurface that I jump awake, my body feels like its being torn in half, but I ignore it, instead hastily surveying my surroundings. It's still dark, though how late, I do not know.
It takes me a few more moments to realize that my clothes are strewn across the floor, it's at this moment when the sickening feeling strongly radiating through both my body and mind finally makes sense. The intense need to vomit sweeping over me.
My eyes flood with tears as I hastily put my clothes on, it hurts to move but I really need to get home. I walk to the bus stop, paranoia running rampant within me, I find myself flinching at anything and everything.
I look at the clock in the bus and realize it's 11pm, I was supposed to be home by 8pm at the latest. I look at myself through my phone camera, attempting to fix my hair and clothes so that my father doesn't realize what happened to me; knowing him he would probably just be angry with me.
I shakily exit the bus, just walking hurts so much, but I put on a neutral expression, entering my home slowly. The lights are off, maybe he went to sleep early for once?
Those thoughts of hope are sharply stripped away when the cold light filters through the room.
"Where have you been, young lady?" I lower my head subconsciously, knowing I'm in trouble. I keep myself facing the door, I don't need him seeing my tear-streaked face, he'll probably just shout at me.
"I was just hanging out with my friends." I try to make it sound like I did nothing wrong, but I know it's just making him angrier.
"You were supposed to be home by 8pm, mind telling me what you were doing till 11 at night." His tone is becoming sharper and more demanding, this tone always leads to him yelling at me. That's honestly the last thing I need him to do, but what am I going to say, 'Hey dad, will you please not yell at me?' Yah, he'll probably scream if I say that.
I maintain my silence, hoping he'll just send me to my room.
"I asked you a question." I stay silent, praying that he'll just drop the conversation.
"LOOK AT ME!" His tone is deep with anger, his shout reverberating through the halls. He slammed his hand against the door, right near my head. I jump in surprise, but refuse to look at him out of both fear and self-preservation.
I can feel his glare deepen as he backs away from me, his sigh of frustration letting me know his shouting is done.
"Go to your room, you're grounded for two months." I don't argue, I don't fight, I simply nod my head and shuffle away, trying to hide my limp as I head to my room.
It's only after sitting on my bed for a few minutes that I finally let silent tears fall. Everything I do is wrong, and the one thing I do that makes him happy ended up being the worst decision of my life.
Maybe I should just stop trying.
———————
It's around 4 in the morning, I've been trying to go to sleep, but every time I close my eyes, I think of when he... when he... oh never mind. The memories are fresh and refusing to yield, so I've taken to pacing around my room, just walking back and forth and back and forth, sometimes accidentally running into my bookshelves.
Normally on a night like this I would be tucked away reading my favorite book, but everything I do right now just feels so out of place.
I'm so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that Alfred had knocked on my door and opened it when I didn't respond. I only noticed when his hand lightly touched my shoulder, which caused a massive reaction.
I almost screamed, but it came out more as a fearful whimper; my entire body jumping away, my feet taking a few steps back to gain distance. My eyes are wide and distraught, scared of who would be in my room, but I calm slightly when I realize it's only Alfred.
He looks surprised, well, that's putting it lightly. He looked more shocked at my reaction, almost looking suspiciously at me.
"Please forgive my intrusion Y/N, I simply wanted to check on you. You've been pacing for a while." His voice furthers my ease, but I also feel guilt tightening my chest. I forgot Alfred's room is below mine, I must've been walking loudly, and I guarantee that me running into a bookcase isn't quiet.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to awaken you." Alfred's always been like an uncle to me, he's helped raise me, and he's always supported me in being myself.
"Do you mind telling me about that bruise?" His question startles me, I wasn't expecting that question, mainly because I wasn't aware I had a bruise. My eyes widen, and I quickly rush away into my bathroom, turning on the lights and gazing in horror at the purple splotch that was darkly forming over my left cheekbone.
I can't handle it anymore, I lean back against the wall, covering my eyes with my hands as I cry. I slowly slide down to the floor, bending my legs up and hiding my face against them as I sob.
Alfred walks over to my clearly distraught form, kneeling down and observing me for a few seconds. It didn't take him long to put it together, the bruised face, the red marks on my wrists, my tangled hair, the fact that I had thrown away my clothes from this night and replaced them with clothes that drowned my figure.
He sighs in silent anger, not at me, but at the disgusting person that did this to me.
He slowly pulls me into his side, and I welcome his fatherly response, crying against him as he whispers to me everything will be alright.
———
I don't know how long we stayed like that until I fell asleep, awakening the next morning in bed to see a note from Alfred saying to come to the kitchen for some pain killers and an ice pack, and that we would be having a chat over breakfast.
I'm scared, scared that I'll have to relive the memories of last night, but I'm also thankful. Thankful that someone like Alfred cares about me like how my real father should.
quite literally the only thing i know about him is that he should get more hours of sleep
Apparently, this isn’t clear...
Selina and Bruce are married, it is A-OK to ship them.
Jason and Dick are brothers, JayDick is gross. Don’t ship Damian, Tim, Dick, and Jason in any capacity. Just because they didn’t grow up together doesn’t mean they aren’t brothers.
Bruce Wayne adopted them all. Don’t ship brothers.
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buddy brothers
"Jason Todd was a menace of a Robin"
WRONG Jason Todd was a sweet lil lad who liked to read fucking Shakespear
DICK GRAYSON WAS 11 YEARS OLD AND LOOKING FOR HIS PARENTS KILLER TO MURDER
He also beat Joker to death after Jason died, Dick is probably the most angry Robin to ever traffic light his way through Gotham.
DP x DC prompt - Haunted Doll
Danny is injured (due to some reason or another) and needs to take refuge somewhere safe. He ends up occupying a doll to hide from his parents/GIW. That doll is picked up by Jason Todd.
Jason Todd loves that doll.
The rest of his family, not so much.
In short, Danny ends up possessing a doll, unintentionally making it creepy. Jason sees it as a regular, cute doll. The rest of the batfam sees it as an Annabelle-esque creature.
(There's more discussions on the dead on main discord)
Jazz kept her footsteps light as she walked down the dark cave. Eyes vigilant for any bat or bird that may lurking with in Batman's lair. She didn't have too many in his flock to worry about. Sam and Dani, on bird watching duty, spotted almost all of them out on parole.
Danny had found the batcave's location during a perivious family vacation. His old enemy, boredom, had gotten the better of him, leading to a night wandering. Jazz didn't know back then that that info would be vital to her now.
Looking over her costume, Jazz reminded herself to put on an air of confidence. She had to act like she belonged in the batcave. The person she was impersonating belonged in the batcave. Jerking her shoulders back, she strolled around the last bend into the main area of the batcave.
She felt relief wash over her at it being empty. Not a bird or bat insight.
Jazz pressed a hand to the fenton com in her ear, "Any more alarms, cameras, or traps?"
"Nope." Tuck replied, "You only need to worry about not being spotted from this point on."
"Is Blackbat still making her rounds?"
"Yeah," Sam answered, "I spotted her and Nightwing going after some guys that did a smash and grab. You've got some time to put Tuck's tumbdrive in Batman's computer, but don't dilly dally."
"Wasn't planning on it."
Dani pipped up, "Hurry up, Jazz. I want to tell Danny about how we pulled one on thee Batman as soon as possible."
Jazz smiled softly at her little sister's enthusiasm, "Yeah, me too."
Quickly making her through the cave, past a small bouquet of blood blossoms, Jazz found the control board to the batcomputer. She hit the space bar, and the screens lit up to a locked desktop.
'Get ready to hack," she said, inserting the thumb drive into a port."
Tucker replied, "Ready."
Jazz tapped her fingers on the edge of the control board as Tucker took control of the bat computer on his end.
"Alright, this take one- ah got it." The screen unlocked as Tuck successfully hacked through its security measures. "Okay, now for- Hey! Jazz, is that you?"
"Yeah, just give me a moment," She muttered, opening a random file. She clicked on the window that opened and dragged it to a monitor that left it out of Tucker's way.
"Okay, and what was that for?"
"What's what for?" Dani ask.
"Jazz is opening random shit." Tucker explained.
Jazz looked up at the caves ceiling and blew at the dark bangs of her wig, "It's a red herring in case we get caught."
The next few moments were filled with idle chatter while Tucker sifted through the bat computer.
A motorcycle's engine revved throughout the batcave, and Jazz felt her heart stop.
"Tuck," she hiss.
Tucker's voice could barely be heard over the bikes rumble. "Only need a few more minutes."
"Hurry," she breathed as the motorcycle's engine cut off. Shifting her posture and keeping her back to the newcomer, she pretended to read the decoy file on the screen. To her amounting horror, the sound of footsteps came closer as the person left the bike.
"Cass." A deep voice greeted, "you're back early."
Jazz didn't know who 'Cass' was, but since there were only two people in this cave, she assumed he was talking to her. She lifted a hand and gave a half-hearted wave.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, and Jazz gestured to the file.
He tossed an arm over her shoulder and leaned on her. Should she push his arm off? Elbow him? Take a step away? Let it be? How the heck would Blackbat react to this?
Jazz let her eyes glance to him and had to suppress a reaction to the red helmet under his other arm.
That's Red Hood!
Red Hood was in the batcave.
Oh, Ancients. Out of all of Batman's associates, why did it they have to be the shooty one.
"That's the case Replacement is working on. Are you helping him?"
Jazz nodded, feeling her jaw brush his arm. Please don't knock off the wig. Please, not the wig.
"Yes," Tuck cried from the coms, "I'm done get out of there." Jazz didn't need to be told twice. She took a step away from Red Hood. He let her go call out to Timberly on his own coms about the red herring case.
After removing the thumbdrive, Jazz managed to get to the stairs when RedHood's next question made her freeze.
"What do you mean you're with Cass? But, she's..." Jazz bloted. Red Hood curse followed her as she threw herself over the railing onto a platform with a bike on it. She landed in a roll.
Red Hood shot at her once missing as she got to her feet. Pulling a bobby pin from her hair, booked to the bike. Time to see if she can remember how Johnny hot wired that one bike he took her joyrideing on.
She threw a leg over the bike and saw that she didn't need to remember. The keys were in the bike. Why the heck were the keys in the ignition? Who just left them there? In Gotham?
Jazz didn't have time to think about it. She turned the bike on and zipped away. Red Hood fireing his gun at her.
She got halfway over the catwalk, leading to the exit when pain exploded over her right shoulder, almost jerking her off the bike. Ow, ow, ow her shoulder hurt. Getting shot sucks. How did Danny put up with this?
The bike swerved to the side as she recoiled from the pain, and Jazz had to swivel it back from almost going over the edge.
Red Hood took more shots at her till she made a turn around the cave's bend. Then alarms stared, blaring out.
"Get me out of here!" She barked at Tucker.
"On it. Okay, okay. I got the exit- ah shit."
"What?"
"I'm being hacked. Oh, they're good, but I'm better."
"Just keep the exit open."
"Consider it done."
Fine line
Okay so we all know pre-reveal but already adopted Danny would question his whole life when he finds out about the vigilante life the Waynes are in but may I introduce you to:
✨Absolutely horrified Danny.✨
Basically he finds out that his seemingly normal family isn't so normal after all and due to the nature of the JL never responding to Amity calls he assumed that they were working with the government. This led to the realization that the family probably knows who he is (they really don't. They just think that he was a meta that doesn't want to deal with the crime-related life bs so they never brought it up) and they're probably in the midst of handing him to the GIW.
He's terrified, because god dammit he shouldn't have trusted a rich guy but he doesn't really have time to contemplate on his next move. Next thing you know Danny's holding a modified ecto gun that is now fatal to humans against Bruce.
The family is alert and ready to pounce on him, but they realized that Danny was shaking too much and his breathing was too ragged. His eyes are glossy and he's biting his lip like he's trying so hard to not drop the gun on his adoptive dad. Danny was having a panic attack.
Jason: they never leave me alone for like 5 min
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I found out that dick isn't the only person Damian takes after. Apparently he picks up on Jason too.
it's Bully Him hours
Breaking news! Vicky Vale leaks footage of Brucie Wayne following the new teenage rogue 'Phantom' around the city saying "Please let me adopt you 😭"
Phantom refuses and saying he's a supervillian not a lost puppy.
Turns out this was a part of Bruces plan however as Phantom now sees people all over tv talking about him and the Waynes and already considering him a new member of the family. They're even asking when there will be a face reveal. There was a reason he was wearing a mask! He. Is.. A. Villian. What about that do these people not get?!
Sure he doesn't kill people. Or hurt people at all really. Or steal from small family owned businesses. Or...yeah ok. Just because you're a bad guy doesn't mean you have to be a bad guy, ya know? Apparently Gotham doesn't.
Cause they insist hes just a very confused hero
batboys but they’re this specific cat pic
sometimes, alfred isnt around to do the grocery shopping / is sick. theyre all adults though, they can buy their own food
it’s easier to go grocery shopping after patrol, when there arent as many people around in stores
that means they go buy groceries in costume because going home to switch clothes and then come back to shop is such a waste of effort when all you want to do is crash into your bed and sleep for hours
on one such occasion: the red hood and nightwing walked into a walmart, already arguing (”we’re not getting fucking 10 boxes of cereal, screw you–” “you won’t survive the winter.” “–you can have one.”)
they bought vegetables and fruits at the red hood’s insistence. also a strange amount of corn?? and cat and dog food.
they stopped at the milk section. “what percent of milk does A usually buy?” “uh. the normal percent?” “fucking shit.” they spent the next 15 minutes trying to deduce what kind of milk batman would like based on his personality. (”listen, i’m certain it’s whole milk.” “no, that asshole would absolutely buy organic gotham milk to support the local farmers or whatever.”)
“fuck.” “what?” “is robin vegan or vegetarian.”
neither of them remember so they end up arguing about vegan options while already holding two milk cartons (whole & nonfat; “listen, if they want something in the middle, they can just mix these in a glass, it’ll be fine.”) “almond milk sounds promising.” “what if he’s allergic to nuts?” “soy then.” “no, bad memories. coconut.” “the milk isn’t for you anyway, you asshole.”
after they decide on one almond, one coconut, they realise they have to choose if they want the milk to be sweetened or not.
cue another 15 minute argument deducing milk preferences based on personality
the coconut ends up being unsweetened (”it seems like it’d already be sweet, right?”), while the almond would be sweetened.
a long pause. “is anyone lactose intolerant?” “i hate you.”
as theyre looking at the lactose free options for milk, around 10 minutes in, the red hood exclaims, “fuck, the vegan options already are lactose free!” nightwing startles, but seems too tired to even reprimand him.
its 6 am
theyve been here for 2 hours
they buy 4 milk containers, a shitload of fruits and veggies, animal food and 10 boxes of cereal.
the red hood is not amused
(damian really starts liking almond milk and refuses to drink any other version.)
A popular meme in the Ghost Zone is singing What Do You Do With A Drunken Sailor but replacing the punishments for the sailor with the ways you and your friends died. Examples include:
Throw him in a hole and vaporize him (Danny)
Break his DNA and whoops he’s melting (Dani)
Break off his date and burn his house down (Ember)
Send him on a hunt, the beasts’ll get him (Skulker)
Throw him in a box till he stops breathing (Sydney)
And, in the living world, the Red Hood hums to himself, unsure of where these extra lyrics for a song he barely even likes came from, and why he keeps repeating “hit him with a bar and burn his flesh off” as the chorus
✨️🎄 merry crisis 🎄✨️
wishing the very best to everyone and i hope yallre enjoying some rest time and staying warm inside! cheers!!! 🎉🎉🎉
(captionless version of santa hood underneath)
The Jokes of the Ghost:
While de-aged, Danny stumbles into the Joker's hideout. Nothing special; it's a Clown. Well, Danny can prank him! The spirits around him all told him what they wanted to do to this clown. But no death, they don't want his ghost near Gotham, but very far away.
So Danny was causing harm with playful ghostly antics that turned the Joker's plans into comedy. Danny played pranks on the poor Joker for already one month. The Joker can't even leave the room without getting a bowling ball in his balls or a stumple to fall on his face. The money he stole is gone, the food he eats is rotten, or worse, his car is frozen solid, or his weapons are fake guns.
Much to the amusement of Gotham.
Then, one day, an angry joker and the police see who gave him all the problems. It was a meta! Dressed in a Bat Onesie.