Behold: Cass, Jason, And A Reference To A Quote From Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde.

Wirt and Greg learn magic: 1, 2

It becomes clear fairly soon after Greg starts learning magic with Wirt that Jason Funderburker is his familiar.

No one is surprised by this revelation, except perhaps Jason Funderburker who Wirt still thinks is acclimatising to the fact that his stomach glows now and can be used for mind control.

When Wirt finally meets his familiar he’s far more surprised than he probably should be by the fact that it’s a bluebird.

Greg is extremely excited the day she arrives. The weight of magic in the air had been heavy all week and the two of them had suspected that Wirt’s familiar would show up, either that or they would die again, but what are the chances of dying twice?

When she arrives she flies in through the window, takes a shit on Wirt’s head and flies out again.

Greg is, of course, charmed, and although Wirt doesn’t appreciate the bird shit he has to get out of his jumper the attitude reminds him of Beatrice and he can’t help but feel something pull on his chest at that.

The bluebird comes back and Wirt decides to call her B. He isn’t sure what it’s short for, or if it’s short for anything, but he thinks that it fits and Greg agrees.

~

In the future, when he meets people who know the same words as he does and keep their familiar perched on their shoulder like he does, Wirt gets asked what B is short for.

Every time someone asks the question he gets more defensive than he means to, goes over the top in explaining that it isn’t short for anything (he thinks) and people should be allowed to call their familiars whatever they want to. People give him odd looks after he inevitably goes on this particular tirade but Greg always nods in understanding at why he has to say all those things.

It helps.

“We should all run away together!” Arthur crows with all the confidence of a drunk man convinced that he has just had an excellent idea.

Merlin and Morgana sit up a little straighter, eyes brightening with the enthusiasm of people who are very drunk and convinced that they have just heard an excellent idea. Gwen, certainly not sober but more so than anyone else in the room, rolls her eyes.

“We could hide in the forest!” Morgana grins.

“Or the mountains.” Merlin smiles.

Gwen tries not roll her eyes again. “Or we could just stay here and wait for Arthur to become king and change the world into one that we like better.” The room boos her good naturedly and Gwen tries to mimic a bow without moving from her place on the bed, curled into Morgana’s side.

“That,” Arthur slurs from where he’s stood in the centre of Morgana’s room, “Is a very boring plan.” He stumbles a little and Merlin takes his hand to try and tug him down to where he’s sat on the floor. Arthur frowns, because he is obviously too stubborn to take the very sound advice of sitting down, but deigns to keep Merlin’s hand clasped in his.

Gwen props herself up a little but not enough to leave the warmth of Morgana’s side. “We could run away to Ealdor?” she tries instead of exhibiting common sense.

The room cheers.

bruce wayne journaling after he realized his whole “I am vengeance” routine inspired the riddler and similar minded criminals

new fic babyyyyyy

Word Count: 5,441

Summary: When she went to duel Bruce's new lover to the death Talia hadn't been expecting to fall in love.

It's almost impressive that she made a miscalculation so severe.

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“I’m his favourite.” Selina says through a yawn, sure that her smugness will manage to shine through despite her exhaustion.

“You are not.” Talia scoffs.

“How many cats has he named after you?”

There’s a moment of silence. Selina lets a grin stretch across her face.

“Just you wait.” Talia says, “I will have a legion of cats named after me.”

“Sure you will, love.” Selina manages through overtired giggles.

Tim is walking to his house after school when he spots his parents car in the drive and feels a flash of panic. He runs through a checklist in his mind of how he left the house and whether he’s done anything lately that his parents could be here to pick him up on. After a moment he’s certain that everything should be fine and the worst thing that’s about to happen is a far too formal conversation about whatever areas his parents feel he’s slacking in and he opens the door. When he doesn’t see either of them waiting for him he heads up to his room, dismissing the unease he feels when his door is slightly more ajar than he left it.

His initial flash of panic is nothing compared to the alarm he feels when he walks in to find his mother holding the robin costume in a perfectly manicured hand.

The look on her face is a sight to behold. Her normal expression of mild disdain suits her, it turns a face that would normally be described as pretty into something beautiful. Something that could be carved from marble. Now her face is twisted with enough anger to make her ugly.

Tim is struck for a moment by how this might be the first time she’s cared enough to look at him with real anger since that night at the circus when she told him to stop crying and he couldn’t deliver, no matter how hard he tried.

“This was not the plan Timothy.” she hisses through gritted teeth.

Tim takes the subsequent verbal thrashing with all the grace expected of him as a Drake. By the time it ends he thinks there might be a couple of cracks in the facade but he manages to keep it under control.

The only reason he doesn’t break down is because during her whole scolding Janet never once tells him to give up Robin. He can tell from the curl of her lip, the set of her spine, that she wants to. That she aches to. But Janet Drake has never once entered a battle knowing she would lose.

So she doesn’t tell him to stop. And in the face of such favour? Tim can handle anything.

Crew Swap AU

Commander Lovelace is having one of those few good days on the Hephaestus when Hera tells her that something’s docked at the airlock five

The crew scrambles, something they’ve been getting better at recently.

Those with firearms training head to the armory while Victoire and Kwan and Selberg go to the airlock where Lovelace knows they’ll be doing whatever they can to figure out what’s happening. In under three minutes the entire crew of the Hephaestus is gathered outside airlock five, mostly armed and entirely ready for a fight.

Hera can’t communicate with whatever’s on the craft but she can tell that there’s only one life form on board. Lovelace’s choice is either to let what just docked into the station, or to leave it hanging onto them like a leach on their oxygen.

Throughout her time on the Hephaestus Lovelace has grown to hate unknowns. They always lead to someone dying. It means that they have to deal with whatever’s clinging to them before they’re in the middle of the next emergency. Lovelace tells Hera to open the airlock.

Instead of aliens or monsters, what comes through the airlock is a man. He looks exhausted. His cheeks are sunken in and one arm is wrapped around his waist in an attempt to hold together what he can. His other hand holds a gun, shaking.

For a moment he looks confused, like he’s expecting people other than Lovelace’s crew to be there. Then his eyes lock onto Selberg and his expression turns murderous.

“You.” he rasps.

Lovelace lets herself look away from the stranger and at Selberg for a millisecond, it’s all she needs. Selberg looks scared. He looks terrified. The man that Lovelace can barely get to listen to her is stood, staring in abject horror at a man who’s barely holding himself upright.

“No.” Selberg whispers, eyes wide. “No, you died. I watched you die.”

“Really Doc?” says the man through gritted teeth, “I thought the whole point was that I wouldn’t be able to do that any more.”

And then his eyes start to glow.

Well, Lovelace thinks, cocking her gun as Selberg drops in a dead faint, maybe it is an alien.

hii!! are u going to continue the tim/bernard thing u wrote? because i love it n i think u did so well with it n i would be really happy about a new part🤍

i'm not planning to, that was just meant to be a lil oneshot type thing but i'm glad you liked it!! <3

After Conner finds out about where the other half of his DNA came from, once he knows that Superman might actually find a valid way to hate him one day, it would have been easy for Lex to slip into the shadows and leave the secrets Conner learned to torment him.

He doesn’t.

Instead he starts to visit. He texts Conner and asks if he would like to go to a diner after school. He calls Conner to ask how his day’s going. He smiles when Conner tells him that he taught Wolf a new trick.

If Conner didn’t know better, he might think that Lex was trying to parent him.

He assumes that Cadmus must have gotten something wrong. He guesses that he misunderstood what it meant when they put the thought that ‘parents look out for you and give you advice and forgive you when you yell at them’ because if he didn’t then-

Then Lex Luthor would be a significantly better dad than Superman. Which wouldn’t make sense. At all.

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After about a month of visits and kind words and pats on the shoulder that make Conner feel embarrassed but so full of happiness he might burst, he decides to confess to the team. Partly because he hates lying to them more than anything in the world. Partly because he knows this is wrong and he knows that he has to stop before he says something he shouldn’t and screws everything up but if he’s ever going to stop he needs someone to tell him he has to.

So he confesses. And very pointedly doesn’t look at anyone as he waits for them to start yelling.

“But-” starts Artemis, soft in a way Conner’s never associated with her before, “but you’ve been happier.”

He finally looks up and instead of angry they just look sad and understanding and Conner loves all of them so much.

“Conner,” Kaldur says, calm and measured, “If Lex Luthor is your blood, and you want to get to know him, I don’t think that any of us would feel comfortable taking that away from you.”

Wally steps forward like he wants to reach out. “We all have adults we can talk to about all of this, it’s not fair that you don’t. We won’t tell on you man.”

Conner squeezes his eyes shut because if he keeps looking at all their earnest faces he might start crying.

“I’d never-” he struggles to get the words out, “I’d never choose him over any of you. I like him and sometimes he feels important to me in a weird way. But he’s nothing compared to you guys.”

“We know.” M’gann says.

‘We know’, they all say with their trust and their kindness and all the ways they’ve tried to make him feel at home since they came together.

Before he can leave to calm down somewhere with fewer people and more things to break he’s swamped by a tangle of limbs and reassurance and forgets why he wanted to leave anyway.

He really does have the best family.

Damian: Father make them stop

Bruce, fucking with him: what’s got you throwing a hissy? You’re whistling dixie son. Put a kibosh on the gobbledygook it’s time to break

It would be very funny to me if the Batkids started using slang from the eras they were created in. Like this doesn’t change their ages it just makes them all seem weirder than usual

For example-

Dick Grayson: And the old geezer was an eager beaver who helped us find the glitterati who was throwing the party. We all cut a rug but I tells yous clams he may have but Bruce is a dead hopper if I ever saw one. Anything he tells you is floy floy

*Everyone staring at him like he’s lost it*

Jason: Gag me with a spoon. I’m hella done you’re wiggin me out Dickie. Aight imma motor out of here dweebs

Steph: yeah not so much. gonna bounce with Jay.

Tim: That made sense...not. Dick you’re bugging out

Damian clutching Duke’s arm in a death grip: Thomas what is happening should we leave?

Duke: Bet little D we should dip. This is a big yikes

Batman by Sanford Greene