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Magic candles on Christmas containers

Jason Todd being an older brother??? Absolutely

- throws sweaty towels in Tim and Damian’s face after working out

- taking Tim and Duke to Wendy’s at 3am

- walks into Damian’s room without knocking and just makes himself at home

-turns off Tim’s iPad while he’s doing something

- the cool older brother lectures that Dick can’t pull off.

- “if I ever catch any of you smoking I’m going tie you to the back of the bat plane and take off. Now get in the car we’re getting milkshakes”

- body slams his younger brothers. Which seems like innocent fun but remember hes like 200 lbs of muscle so it always gets him yelled at by Alfred, Bruce and Dick

- crashes Tim’s dates

- set up a double date FOR Tim and Kon and Damian and Jon

- Damian went screaming and crying to Bruce that Jason was interfering in his personal life

- Bruce made them go with Jason as a chaperone

- Damian and Tim wanted to die

Jason steals the tires off of the Batmobile every time he gets mad or needs attention. Later on, Jason teaches Tim how to do the same thing and Tim is just like ‘wtf’

Batmobile: (has no wheels)

Bruce: I guess it’s time to check in on Jaylad

Life and Death

Dashboard

On Wattpad, I'm starting to write the prequel of my story. As you probably don't know, once I finish the first story it's gonna go to edition, again.

And once I finish publishing it here, it's gonna go to edition, maybe with changes maybe not. The prequel will also be up here once the first part is completed. I won't let you without content.

Right now my laptop is in reparation and I'm using my mom's desktop, so it'll be more difficult for me to edit and write these few days. Fortunately, after this class week, I'll have another two weeks of vacation.

Don't worry, love None of this is a coincidence We're totally different, baby Because we're the two who found our destiny —DNA https://www.instagram.com/p/CX_6SeAPWHi/?utm_medium=tumblr

Kon: I love Tim but sometimes he’s impossible to keep up with, he’s always so busy

Dick: What you have to understand is that my brother only has two modes - “sleep” and “go”

Kon: He has a sleep mode? How do you put him in sleep mode?

Dick, watching Tim chug his 18th espresso of the day: I have no idea

*-* Warriors Society on Winter Festivities (?

Rai/Hakan: Here's a fun Christmas idea. We'll hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to fight whoever else is underneath.

Callan: We are not doing that

Jane/Eclipse: Mistlefoe

Callan: Jane, no...

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James/Blackbird: Last year for Christmas, I asked Santa for the sexiest person alive. I woke up in a box.

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Malowe/Parallel: I wanna get run over

Olive/Pandora: aww come on, it's Christmas! Get in the spirit!

Malowe: I wanna get run over by a reindeer?

--------------------------------------------- Cheis: Dear Santa, I've been good this year...

Cheis: Most of the year...

Cheis: Once in a while...

Cheis: Nevermind, I'll buy my own stuff.

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Assana/Shade: What's that Christmas song that is like "the lease knobby dot"

Assana: It's Spanish

Samantha/Black Arrow: Are you serious?

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Mike/Sound Road: Christmas gets so much harder as you get older

Mike: "What do you want for Christmas?" I don't know?

Mike: Financial Security? A stable job?

Marcel/Compass: A nap would be nice.

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Jim Bullock: Christmas is canceled

Jared/Poison: You can't cancel a holiday

Jim: Keep it up, J and you will lose New Year's

Jared: What does that mean

Jim: Assana, take New Year's away from Jared

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Honorable mention to our diseased partners

Casper/Lightningale: I panic when people compliment me

Casper: what the heck am I supposed to say?

Aria/Blue Lantern: Great job at training, Cas!

Casper: *panicking* Merry Christmas!

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I think that was everyone.

Happy Holidays

Yeah, that´s me trying to explain it to my mom

Me, 5 years ago new to dc comics: Isn’t Robin dead or something?

My veteran dc fan friend:

Reblog to get Bruce Wayne some therapy

Tim: What do you call one piece of corn

Jason:…Corn?

Tim: A unicorn.

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 26: What A Bullet Destroys

Olive

My life has always been a sham. I am a simple replacement. An android, or at least half of my body, designed to destroy beings equal or more powerful than Shade herself.

Jane Todd came to me, saving me from the suffering caused by my creator, Lex Luthor, promising me a better life. Promising me to find my family and if not, the chance to be a part of hers. He came to me when everything around him seemed to be falling apart.

I arrived with the Wayne family a few months before Angella almost stuck a knife in their back.

Assana told me everything, including the plan they both had for Richard Grayson's supposed biological daughter to be accused of treason, not only against the Wayne family but also against Shade.

When I woke up the first time, I didn't know anything, where I was, or how things worked. I was human, but I knew nothing about humanity.

During that time, Jane trained me, teaching me to use the skills Luthor and my parents had accidentally given me. She lent me her clothes, accompanied me if I had nightmares, taught me how to use the sword, even taught me how to use the microwave. Before long I was on his level, ready to carry out the plan.

The supposed Angella Grayson was nothing more than a conspirator, using Eclipse for her own benefit and manipulating different members of her original team of heroes.

Shade, Eclipse, Cheis themself and Scorpion had a deep hatred for the traitors, treating them like scum for months until they found out who had put those ideas into their heads.

All those who had doubts were sent to missions in other cities, even to other countries, but when the threat grew, the traitors stayed day and night in a single district.

Nightmare, White Scarab, Red Sun, Velma, Percia, Alchemy. The greatest team of young superheroes, the Warriors Society, was disbanded. And what were they thinking?

Betray Assana Jernigan, heir to the enormous power of Shade, the most powerful person in this universe, capable of destroying entire planets just by thinking about it, who received the same training as Jane Hart, the girl who in seconds can make you puke your guts out.

The breaking point was when Assana, with the help of Malowe, Callan, and Jane, exposed the name of Angella's real father. Slade Wilson. The ability to read minds had taught her that this data must be in the back of her mind.

Even the world's greatest detective didn't see that coming. But that was obviously part of the plan. Shade gave her one of the worst punishments ever imagined, she would live, free, but she would be permanently erased from everyone's mind.

She begged for forgiveness, and Assana told her that she would let only two people remember her. For a moment, I thought she would choose Dick, but she didn't. She chose Jane and me. Assana, being the one who administered the punishment, couldn't forget her either.

The situation with Richard, having so many memories with Angella, would be different. His memories of his supposed daughter would be erased. He would not remember the main reason why Eclipse took me in or the fight Angella and I had and why in the future he would decide to make me his temporary companion. But after all, he took me in as if he had known me all my life.

When I arrived at the Manor and was left in Richard's care, I thought he would abandon me, but I was wrong. He taught me how to control my powers, he taught me how to cook the basics, he even taught me how to socialize.

Jane was the first person to show me trust, respect, honor. I consider her my best friend, my cousin, my sister, my partner. She showed me what it is to be human. And even though we obviously had some misunderstandings, we always managed to make up in no time. I owe everything to her. I even have so much respect for her that during the time Ric had amnesia, I gave the mantle of Nightwing to her while I infiltrated the court of the Owls.

Without Richard and Jane, I wouldn't have survived more than a week in Gotham.

I was thinking about all this as I arranged the chemicals we had taken on the shelf. Jane had not shown up for class, and most likely she was still talking to the principal, those conversations sometimes lasted for hours.

As I left the room I checked the notifications on my phone, to my surprise, Jane's messages abounded, explaining in a not so brief way her situation and begging me to find a way to get out of the school.

I had no choice but to escape through the school's emergency exits, even though Jane had already told me that Uncle Roy had already asked permission to take me out of the school. I ran to the classroom, grabbed my backpack, and retraced my steps back to the gym. I placed my artificial hand on the door to deactivate the cameras and alarms and finally got out.

I walked down one of the alleys so I could take off the annoying uniform and the necklace with Zatana's spell to cover my robotic parts and put on the suit I had designed with the help of my cousin.

When the location of Eclipse arrived on my phone, it had already started to rain, I had no problem the water would not reach the circuits easily, but I knew that if they continued fighting it would be much more difficult to finish the fight.

The message Jane sent me didn't say much, she was on the roof of a building, far from where I assumed she would be. Still, I decided not to ask questions and help her with whatever she was doing.

"He flies through the air with the greatest of ease, the daring young man on the flying trapeze," I began to sing as I swung between the buildings, just as my father had taught me.

Arriving near her location, I could make her out, her hair and clothes soaking wet, kneeling on the ground, and hugging herself. She was not alone.

In front of her, Genesis, Angella Wilson, was making her appearance again, without the costume we saw her in a few days ago.

I didn't wait any longer, I took out my spear and threw it against her, not to hurt her, but to make her notice my presence, it fell a few centimeters away from her, burying itself in the ground. And I covered the distance I needed to reach them under her watchful eye.

"What a nice meeting, isn't it?" Genesis asked, raising her foot to lift Jane's head with her tip so that they could look each other in the eye -although there is still someone missing," she said, dropping her foot back to the ground. At that moment I had the opportunity to pick up my spear again.

"Get away from her," I said, pointing the halberd at her throat.

"Why would I do that? You have no control over me," he said, with a huge smile on his face.

"Don't worry, Pandora. I'm fine, it was just a scratch," Jane said, trying to get up behind me. But from the sound of her voice, I could tell it wasn't just a scratch.

"How cute," Genesis joked, "What are you two planning to do against me," she asked.

And that was my cue to disappear the spear and throw a punch to her face. I didn't want to start a fight, I just wanted Jane to have time to get herself together so we could get out of there. Nor was it in my plan for Nightwing or Red Robin to show up there and ask us a thousand questions.

Between Angella and I, a fight started, although I clearly had an advantage, the rain didn't bother me as much as it did her.

"I don't feel like fighting with a cheap copy," said Genesis, standing on the edge of the roof, then turned to my cousin, "Let this be a lesson to you Eclipse," when she finished speaking, she let herself fall, but I didn't dare to find out if she had survived the fall. I ran to help Jane, who with the help of her shadow created support for her weight. When she looked up, not only did I see that she was about to start talking, but also that her eyes were completely black, and a deep wound in her abdomen was a bad omen.

"I don't want explanations now, I'll take you home and help you with the wound," I said, putting his arm around my shoulders to help them walk, "We're not far away, just... don't fall asleep.

We made our way to my Uncle Jason's apartment in total silence. We entered the building through one of the windows in the hallway on the floor where the residence was located. With the help of Jane's shadow, we opened the door.

When we walked in, we saw a shirtless Jason, wearing sweatpants and wet hair. But when he saw us enter, he quickly put his shirt back on and got up to help me with Jane, who was beginning to close her eyes.

"What happened to her?" he asked me, leading his daughter to the biggest couch in the living room.

"I don't know, they were already like that when I arrived," I told him, going to the kitchen to look for the first aid kit.

Jane, what do we do now?

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UwU

Oswald/Scorpion: [is choking]

Jared/Poison: Help! I need to call 911 but the 9 button isn't working!

Rai/Hakan: Just turn the phone upside down and use the 6!

Jared: Genius!

Oswald: [stops chocking momentarily] what the fuck

o.o

[Warriors Society Group chat]

Mike/Sound Road: The first one to reply is gat

Mike: gay*

Mike: wait

Extra 1

The First Night

The night was warm, no clouds in the sky and you could almost forget the terrible weather of the days before. But the ones that live the same lives as me, don't have time to admire the sky. We are rushing, trying to survive.

I was not at my best, I had bruises, scrapes, and cuts all over my body, my clothes were torn and stained with mud and blood, one ankle was probably sprained, my stomach was roaring with hunger and I felt that at any moment I would faint, but I had promised my companions that I would get something good to eat.

And that's what I did, that was my priority. My backpack was full of sweet bread, some snacks, and energy bars that I was able to steal with a lot of effort from some stores before entering that pharmacy. My ankle was really slowing me down.

I needed some things to at least keep the deeper wounds from getting infected. The streets were a little busier than usual, which made my tasks a little easier. But I was worried that some villain was attacking near the place because the heroes could pass in front of me at any moment.

That's what I was thinking as I searched the aisles for some bandages and hydrogen peroxide. I could tell I didn't belong there, the hallways were white, clean, and neat, smelling of medicine and disinfectant.

When a family entered the place, going directly to the cashier to ask for some product, I knew it was my chance to run away, I took the things I was checking, put them in my backpack, and ran towards the entrance, making the alarms start ringing. But I didn't care and crossed the street without looking both ways, causing a motorcycle to almost run me over, luckily it seemed the guy in the red helmet knew how to drive well.

I would have apologized to the driver if it wasn't for the guy who started yelling at me to return the things I stole, and I started running again.

"Somebody catch her," I managed to hear when I was already reaching the beginning of an alley, where luckily I would lose sight of those people.

To my bad luck, the guy on the bike got off and started to follow me. Being taller than me, he was also faster.

Some stairs a few meters away from me would be my best way out, so as I could I climbed up to the roof of the building. But that man was on my heels.

I started jumping from rooftop to rooftop, climbing the stairs to the tallest buildings, and jumping over the narrow alleys, without my usual agility for obvious reasons. And when I noticed that I had nowhere to go because below me there was a street crossing, the place where I was standing was too high, and the boy was quite close to me, I was forced to face him.

"Please, let me go. I'll return everything, but don't call the police" I said, it was better for my friends to go without food for another day than to lose the person who got them that food. When the light finally hit my companion's face, I noticed he was still wearing the red helmet.

"I'm not calling anyone, but where are your parents?" he said, slowly approaching me.

"My mother, dead. And hopefully my father too" I replied trying to give as little information as possible.

"Orphan, okay. So...are you staying in an orphanage?" he asked, still walking towards me.

"Yes" when he was a few steps away from me, I brought my hands up to the frayed straps of my backpack, holding them out to prevent him from taking it off at any moment.

"What do you have in there?" he asked, kneeling down on one knee and standing almost level with me, and held out his hand as a signal for me to open my bag and reveal its contents. I turned back, and again to face him.

"None of your business," I said, trying to sound confident and ignore the cold night breeze. I tightened the straps of the bag even more.

"I asked for a reason" the boy replied, although I couldn't see his face, I could tell he was smiling. He got up and tried again to get closer, but I could not afford to have the enemy close and with more advantage, so I tried to take a step back, unfortunately, under my feet there was nothing. Apparently, the person in front of me noticed that I would rather fall than have him close, so he stopped and spoke again.

"No, no, don't go back, I'll stay here. See?" he started again, but how could I trust him if he was still wearing his helmet?

I finally gave myself a chance to take a good look at my companion. Red helmet, brown leather jacket, and a gray t-shirt clinging to his torso with a red bat on his chest, before I could come to a conclusion, I saw that he was wearing a gun on each side. This one definitely worked with Batman, not up close like Robin.

"You're definitely not Batman, so who are you?" I asked before the silence became awkward.

"If I tell you my name, do you promise to tell me yours?" he replied.

"I don't promise anything," I said.

"I'm Red Hood, and all I want to do is get you to the orphanage so you can be safe" his answer didn't give me much, obviously he wasn't going to give me his civilian name.

"I'm Jane, and I know the way to that place that is not even close to being an orphanage" I answered looking around for some stairs to go down to the street and withdraw from there to finish with the interrogation.

"Why are you so hurt?" he asked.

"It's none of your business either" I replied, giving up on my search for a way out.

"Is that why you were at the drugstore?" he asked trying to get closer once again.

"No" I replied dryly.

"Don't think I didn't notice you limping as you ran over here" he said. I didn't have much choice, if I really wanted to get out of there I had to act and fast. "I can help you, but only if you let me."

"I don't want your help" after what he had gone through the previous days he should know better than to trust anyone, or accept help from anyone. "I can manage on my own"

"And I'm sure you can, but if you really hurt your ankle it will be hard to get home without falling a couple of times" he insisted, holding out his hand again.

Seeing that I didn't say anything was probably his cue to do something to gain my trust. His hands went to the helmet to remove it, and although I could see his face, I could not see his eyes, as they were covered by a domino mask, at least something was something.

"Fine," I said finally. I had to hurry back to the orphanage before one of the caretakers noticed my presence and punished me again, but if I didn't want to worry my friends, let alone my brother, I had to heal at least most of the wounds.

I took a few steps forward still doubting the person in front of me.

I put my backpack in front of me, slowly opened the zipper, and began to take out the bandages I had taken from the pharmacy. From the look on the boy's face, it was to be expected that he would want me to take everything out, just to check that I wasn't carrying any medicines or tools that could kill someone. I took out the antiseptics, the pain pills, and some ointments to cure scrapes, burns, and cuts. Underneath all that and still in the bag, small boxes of cereal, cereal bars, and two instant soups, and a bottle of water. I let him check and let him think it was just a few late-night snacks.

I didn't let him check any further, because at the bottom were my personal things.

"It's personal," I told him, closing the backpack before he started questioning me further.

"You have some cuts on your face, I'll start there and finish with your ankle, let me know if you feel I'm invading your personal space."

"It's okay," I said, sitting down on the floor. He moved a little closer to me.

From one of the many pockets of his belt, he pulled out a small bottle with a clear liquid and a piece of cotton. He soaked the cotton and brought his hand slowly to my cheek, seeing the doubt on my face he paused and explained. His hand was covered with a black glove, which would probably make the contact less uncomfortable for me.

"I need to clean the wound," he said, "it is only an antibacterial, then I can apply the ointment" he finished explaining, and finally he lightly pressed the cotton against a cut I had on my cheek, and I instantly tried to move away again. "I know it burns, if you want you can hold my hand and squeeze it if it burns too much" he raised his other hand, also covered by a glove, and I held it between mine.

He continued to clean my face wounds for a while, when he finished, he threw the cotton on the floor and took out another piece.

"Do you have any other wounds on your arms?" he asked, soaking the cotton wool again.

"A scrape on my elbow," I said in a whisper, every minute with him I was losing a little more of my confidence and the adrenaline I had escaping from the pharmacy, making sleep, tiredness, and pain begin to win me over, I closed my eyes for a moment, but I needed to be alert for anything, how long had it been since I slept well?

"I need you to take off your sweatshirt, I would say just roll up your sleeve, but you will hurt yourself more," he said looking me directly in the eyes, or so I thought because of the mask and the white spaces in his eyes didn't let me see.

I didn't want to take off my sweatshirt, the night was cold, and my t-shirt was torn and dirty. But the constant rubbing of the fabric against my scrape made that my only option.

Minutes later he was already applying the ointment, for that he had taken off his glove. I could tell he was nervous, he had probably never healed someone's wounds before or he didn't want to hurt me anymore.

A breeze caused me to shiver, something my companion noticed.

"I don't have any band-aids for the scrape, so I'd better put a piece of the bandage on your elbow so you can put on your sweater," he said, opening the package of bandages I stole.

"Okay," I replied, after yawning, already giving in to sleep. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, trying to ignore the dream.

"Because you remind me so much of me," he said, finishing covering my elbow with the bandage. "The ankle will be the hard part" he began to say, more to himself.

Not realizing I was still holding his hand, I leaned against his shoulder, closing my eyes and letting my mind rest a little.

Masterlist

U-U

Jane/Eclipse: I gave Bruce a get better soon card

Oswald/Scorpion: that´s so nice of you...

Jane: no he wasn't sick, I just thought he should do better

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Tim/Red Robin: how do you spell "orange"?

James/Blackbird: the fruit or the color?

Tim:

James:

Tim: I'm out

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 25: Truths & Problems

50 minutes passed in total peace. Or as close to peace as possible. Olive handed me back my thermos, asking me where I had been, I replied with a sign to tell her later. Sure she would scold me but what was done was done. It's not like I had a friend with a magical time travel device, no sir.

The teacher was obnoxious, if it wasn't for the fact that my grandfather had great respect for that lady, she would be dead by now. My brother, who also had classes with her, said that she would be more demanding with me in the coming years, and who told my brother that I was going to continue studying in that horrible school?

The only thing that made me happy in those moments was to have the lovely thermos full of coffee, or half full, the point is that I had coffee and that was the good thing. Before the last change of

"Miss Jane Pasley Wayne, report to the principal's office," was heard throughout the halls of the school.

"What did you do now?" she asked quietly, rather angrily.

"Let's say I broke someone's nose," I replied simply, before getting up and heading down the hallway, which was completely quiet, except for the teachers leaving or the shouts of students asking for extra points. The secretary, who was clearly not there because she wanted to be, told me to enter with a simple nod of her head.

The principal's office was a huge room, with a neat wooden desk, a huge bookcase behind the chair, it was very well lit. In front of his desk were two smaller chairs, and in one of them was Angella, with a cloth in her hand, trying to stop the blood from coming out of her nose. I couldn't help but smile when I saw her angry face.

"She did it, professor. She broke my nose," the girl began to scream, as I approached the second chair.

"First of all, good afternoon," I said to the principal as formally as I could, sitting down as Bruce had taught me, raising the Wayne mask that Grandpa had taught us to wear in public and with influential people.

"Good afternoon, Miss Wayne. I'm sorry about this whole situation," he said, as kindly as he could, and then looked at my companion." Unfortunately, Miss Wilson, there is nothing to incriminate her. The camera in that hallway was turned off, probably a technical situation, or some student broke it by accident. But without proof, we can't report it," The principal was young, a few years younger than Bruce, we always addressed him as a teacher. He was the reason I wanted my father to stay off the phones.

Jason was not considered my tutor by the school, as he was hardly ever home and it was usually Bruce who answered for me, but there were times when, for some reason, my father would be called and he would answer.

"But it was her, she whipped me against the sink and the toilet bowl." Until that moment I hadn't noticed the energy Angella was emanating.

"Professor, you know that my relationship with my classmate is not on good terms, in fact, we have rarely spoken even though we share classes," I began to speak when I noticed that Angella was about to start shouting, "But why would I feel the need to hit her, knowing that I would get into trouble with you and my grandfather?

"You always get into trouble," my companion replied, her anger showing several meters away. From one moment to the next, she grabbed my wrist with an enormous force: "Confess," she looked me in the eyes. My mind went blank for a few moments.

"I hit her in the girls' bathroom in the hallway from the third-grade classrooms to the cafeteria. I spoke without even thinking about it, it was as if my shadow, a dense and completely black cloud, had covered my mind and when I became aware of what I had done, I got out of his grip as fast as I could.

"Miss Wayne, I will have to call your grandfather or your father so that we can solve this situation," said the headmaster, standing up to go to my file, where my tutor's number was.

"My grandfather is very busy today, last I heard he had some very important meetings, I don't think I want to bother him with this," I told him, trying to convince him to call my father, who would have to stay away from his cell phone if Roy loved me as much as he said he did.

Angella was still standing next to me, pretending to cry and trying to stop the blood from running from her nose. The principal grimaced and then told me he would call my father.

"Mr. Todd?" the principal asked as soon as the call was answered, "I need your presence at Gotham Academy, your daughter is in trouble again." Yes, again.

In previous years I would have been depressed, thinking that with so much trouble I was causing the Wayne's would come to the point where they would abandon me on the street again, but now, after all, I had lived through, I felt I could survive without them, I didn't care so much anymore.

Half an hour passed, Angella was still crying in her chair, still with the tissue in her hand, the director was trying to comfort her and I was just amusing myself by tying knots with a rubber band I was wearing on my wrist. At one point in that horrible boredom, the office door was slammed, revealing a red-haired man with green ink tattoos.

"Sorry, I'm late, there's a protest a few streets down. And there's a villain causing havoc near Wayne Enterprises. You know the traffic that goes on in these situations." Roy Harper, you saved me, you deserve the title of my favorite uncle.

"I understand the situation, just as I understand that Mr. Todd has sent you instead, don't I?" At last, something was going my way, and the stupid principal had to ruin it.

"Yes and no. Actually, Jaybird sent me for the brat and Olive Wayne. I got..." Roy started digging through his pants pockets. If my father took me out of school it was because he really needed my help against that villain Roy mentioned," Ah, here it is. I have a copy of Jay's ID, a signed message from him, a prescription for Olive that Dick gave me, according to him it says paracetamol, unfortunately, I never learned Ancient Greek; a message from Bruce Wayne and... An audio where they scold me for not hurrying."

"There is no need to play the audio. The copy of the ID and the message will be more than enough." It would be assumed that being a prestigious school, in a city with a high crime rate, there should be more secure when letting a student go with a stranger. "But let me tell you that there will be sanctions against Jane, this will not stay that way.

"I understand perfectly well Principal, although you still haven't told me what happened, as I told you, we are in a hurry." Jane, you will be without a phone for a week, now go get your things and let your cousin know, we are getting the hell out of this prison.

As soon as he said that I got up from my seat, gave a little nod to the headmaster, and went to my classroom. I checked my wristwatch to see roughly what class Oli might be in. If the class was outside the classroom, I wouldn't have time to go find her and let her know. It was better if I texted her later. If the class was in the classroom, I would have to submit to an interrogation by the teacher on duty.

Before I got to my classroom I bumped into Jared, and before he asked I yelled out that I would see him in the afternoon. The room was completely empty, I didn't stop to think and advanced to my seat so I could put my things away, grabbed the thermos Tim gave me, and ran back to the principal's office, ignoring the signs that said: "No running in the halls".

I would let Oli know on the way. The important thing now was to know the reason for my departure. Before arriving with the principal, Roy intercepted me, saying that he had already "settled" things with the gentleman. He also said that we should leave quickly, as my father was waiting for us.

Previous chapter

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

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

;-;

Marcel/Compass *on his first week on the team*: why is there blood everywhere???

Cheis: i may have aggressively poked someone with a knife

Marcel: yoU STABBED SOMEONE

Cheis: no no no, i aggressively poked them with a knife

?-?

Duke/Signal: good morning

Cass/Black Bat: good morning

Damian/Robin: good morning

Olive/Pandora: you all sound like robots, why don't you spice it up a bit

Jane/Eclipse: morning motherfukers-

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 24: Troubled Family

"Harper!" Timonthy and I shouted as we took in the full view of the person who had walked through the door. The red-haired boy wearing his favorite cap with green ink tattoos and the typical red suit. And obviously, he came in drunk, as expected.

"I honestly wasn't going to come but I said to myself: Roy, you haven't visited your nephews in like 2 weeks. And now I'm here. Is your father here?" he said, as he sat down in one of the dining room chairs, or at least tried to sit in a chair. God brings them up and they get together.

"Actually it was almost a month, days more, days less. But now, kind gentlemen, I must go to sleep because I have classes in a few hours. I don't want to fall asleep in history or math class so..." I said while I was trying to arrange the couch for Roy to sleep, when I finished talking, I pointed out the exit to Timonthy, not through the door, but through the window.

I didn't want him to sleepover, it was one thing to ask him for help because my brother wasn't around and another to want him to sleep here. We still hadn't fixed our problems, and I still refused to talk to him.

After I got Roy settled and finished cleaning up the mess, I went to sleep, two hours was something. I put away my suit and settled down to sleep, with the moonlight bathing my room and a mountain of homework that I didn't feel like doing right then and there.

When my alarm went off, I could smell food, Jason was a pretty good cook and rarely had anything raw or burnt. Unlike me, the most I could make was instant soup.

I got up and put on my school uniform, I had to admit I hated that uniform, but it was better than wearing casual clothes. I decided to comb my hair for once in my life, putting on a tiny braid and leaving the rest loose.

When I got to the kitchen I noticed Roy and Jason having a pleasant conversation, laughing from time to time, with Roy throwing bread crumbs at my father's head.

"How did my favorite niece wake up?" Roy said, trying to hug me. And when he did, he squeezed me in his arms.

"Fine, but could you let go of me?" I asked, trying to get out of that bear hug.

"Not until you call me uncle" The smile on his face became huge, and the food on the table only made me want to get out of it as fast as possible.

"Uncle Roy, now let go of me," he finally let go, but the smile was still on his face. It wasn't very often that I called him that, but he loved it. "My brother is not here yet?" I asked as I poured coffee and took some food on a plate.

"I thought he was the one who took me to my room," Jason said, walking over to the table to put down another plate of food.

"Actually... I called Jackson to help me. And now I'm running late, would either of you like to give me a ride? or give me the keys so I can drive?" I asked, trying to avoid the subject. I took the keys to my father's motorcycle, making them jingle so they could see that I was serious about going on my own without a driver's license.

In the end, Roy offered to give me a ride, he wasn't a bad driver, but it wasn't like I enjoyed the ride much either. When he dropped me off at school I warned him to keep Jason away from the phones in case the school called him about something, I had a bad feeling and didn't want to get the classic hour-long scolding.

As I walked in I started to look for my brother or a classmate of his to let him know about my brother's absence, but someone got in my way.

"Look at you, you almost look like a normal girl. Without those painted hairs and those chains on your skirt or those excessive extra sweaters, and obviously without your classic bodyguard," said the girl in front of me, as if we had known each other all our lives.

"Do I know you?" I asked, sweeping her with my eyes.

"Don't play stupid with me?" she replied, moving closer to me.

"If I may, I have to look for my brother," I tried to avoid her so as not to get into more trouble.

"Why? To hide behind him?" Her tone of voice was getting more and more irritating.

"Angella, leave her alone" Marcel Cleary was the guy everyone feared because he could ruin your family's financial situation in seconds, and that was worse than a blow. Advantages of being the son of a multimillionaire family. When the girl finally walked away, he spoke again. "So, what's Bruce Wayne's granddaughter doing alone?"

"I'm looking for my brother, have you by any chance seen him," I asked, starting to walk along with him.

"No, but we have a lot of classes together, I'll let them know he's not here. Don't worry," he said kindly, we said goodbye and went our separate ways.

When I entered the classroom corresponding to my class, I looked for my seat next to my cousin, and to my surprise, the new boy's seat was empty.

"What about the new boy?" I asked, arranging my things on the table before the annoying literature teacher arrived.

"I don't know, I didn't see him in the courtyard," Olive answered, playing with a pencil in her hand, then tossing it at someone's head, "Hey, did you talk to Damian? When I got to the Manor he was saying something about leaving Bruce in the kitchen and then he wasn't there," she recounted, starting to take her things out of her backpack.

"I didn't talk to him, but Jason was saying something similar, I didn't take it seriously because he was drunk, but Tim also said Damian told him about that weird adventure. At this point I don't know what to expect from those guys" I said, copying her actions.

The first two classes went on forever, with one teacher literally ignoring me and another not explaining what the Punnett square was and expecting us to guess how to do it.

When recess came, I was more annoyed than anything, at least I hoped the next few classes would be a little lighter or I would start using the shade to distract myself.

At some point, Timonthy approached my table, carrying a cute white thermos with an adorable polar bear drawn on it.

"Wow Wayne, I didn't know you liked bears," Jared teased, tossing him a piece of lettuce.

"Just so you know, they're fierce hunters, and the thermos is not for me." When he finished speaking, he brought the glass close to my face.

"For me?" I asked incredulously. Tim wasn't much of a gift-giver, and this was really adorable.

"Yes, and it's full. I asked Alfred to make the coffee since he knows how you like it," this was definitely adorable, at least to me.

Before recess ended, I went to the bathroom, asking Olive to put the thermos in my place if I didn't make it to the cafeteria before the bell rang.

Usually, in those places, the most horrific acts are witnessed. Clearly, I did my basic needs and washed my hands (as anyone not addicted to pictures in the bathroom mirror would do) and before leaving I ran into Angella.

"Wow, it's a small world," she said, pushing me into the stinky place.

"And it sure is." I tried to dodge her to get out since the bell had rung a few seconds ago.

"I'm told you don't even live in your grandfather's manor. Who does your father have to suck his dick to have money to eat?"

"I would ask you the same question Wilson."

"Tell me, Jane, how does it feel to be Bruce Wayne's forgotten granddaughter? Oh, that's right, you don't know."

"So that's what this is all about? Ha," I said, straightening up to look taller.

"You missed me so much, you had to find a replacement." And so much for my patience.

My fist went straight to her nose, she didn't even have a chance to avoid it. As she tried to block the gush of blood, I grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head against the sink. Then I pulled her into a cubicle and whipped her again against the toilet bowl knocking her unconscious.

Blood was flowing from her nose and from a cut on her forehead. This would be a big problem if they found me here.

I took out the shadow and had it destroy the camera in the hallway while I washed my hands, arranged my hair and uniform skirt. I left Angella lying on the floor, bleeding.

As I walked out into the hallway, I picked up the shadow and headed to my last classes of the day.

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Samantha/Black Arrow: you're smiling, did something good happen?

Olive/Pandora: i can't smile just because i feel like it?

Tim/Red Robin: Oswald tripped and fell during training today

Hey not sure if the mirage in that last post you made is referring referring an OC, but in dc canon mirage aka Miriam Delgado is a shapeshifter who sexually assaulted dick grayson by impersonating starfire, who was his gf at the time.

Here's a link to a reddit post with the panels: https://www.reddit.com/r/comicbooks/comments/5qqz7l/that_time_dc_slutshamed_nightwing_after_he_was/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

Shit, I didn't knew about that. Sorry

Think I may change the name of that character and try to not commit that mistake again.

Thanks for the info ._.

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Parallel: i've done a lot of dumb stuff

Scorpion, Jim Bullock: i witnessed the dumb stuff

Callan: i recorded the dumb stuff

Black Arrow, Hakan: i joined you in the dumb stuff

Shade and Poison: i TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF

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Cheis: relax just act mature

Jared/Poison: mature, got it

*Jared on his date*

Rai/Hakan: so what do you do for fun?

Jared *in a deep serious voice*: taxes

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the Wayne cousins (Jane and Olive): WE SAID WE WANTED MCDONALD'S

Bruce/Batman: yeah, and i bought you McDonald's

The Wayne cousins: WE MEANT A BIG MAC OR CHICKEN NUGGETS NOT THE ENTIRE COMPANY GRANDPA WTF

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Jane/Eclipse: i have the sharpest memory. name one time i forgot something

Jared/Poison: you left me in a walmart parking lot like three weeks ago

Jane: i did that in purpose try again

Oswald/Scorpion *in the distance*: YOU DID WHAT?