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Welcome!

Hello, I'm Casey and I might write? We'll see. If I do post anything, please be mindful, it will probably be sloppy and unproofread short stories, poetry with the possibility of dividers. For now, this post is just a test as I get used to tumblr.

[elsyageorgia]

Limit Feelings: You're Fair and I'm Insane

Chapter 1: Jump Off This Ledge

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 Gotham was in ruins. Again. 

Your sperm donor father, the world famous villian, Joker had organzied this underwhelming annual attack for Batman, yet again. 

 There was really no point in the whole attack. It was just another hunger toxcin that made people turn into cannaibles. 

   Again, very underwhelming. 

You had never understood your father’s love for Batman. The intense relationship they shared, of love and hate. 

 But you had never understood your father in general, and you were in no postiton to try to understand him anyway. 

  You sighed, taking a look down from the building’s ledge you were sitting on. It was a long way down, but you had done longer. 

  Besides, who was BashBomber if she didn’t jump off buildings? 

You got up, straightened your ugly purple suit and fixed your Joker makeup. How would you be the Joker’s daughter, if you didn’t look just like him? 

  You turned, facing the edge of the building. You closed your eyes, breathing in the Gotham air. 

“You know, that air is filled with pollution, right?” You opened your eyes, annoyed at the sudden intrustion of a private moment. “But you’ve obviously breathed in worse stuff than that, haven’t you Bash?” 

 You glared at the sky for a second but the sky couldn’t do anything about the fact that you would now have to put on that sugary Harley Quin/Joker voice that people associate you with. 

   “Now, now, BlueBird, that’s not a nice thing to say to a girl is it?” Your voice was high pitched and your smile strained as you turned around. 

  Nightwing - or rather Dick Grayson- stood with his arms crossed. He was amused and serious at the same time again.

  Maybe he wouldn’t be amused if you told him that you knew his real identity that he thought he had kept a well hidden secret.

  “Shouldn’t you be doing your homework, instead of attacking the city?” He’s right, you should be doing your homework, but it isn’t his business. 

  You flashed a smile. “There isn’t much homework when you're homeschooled.” You weren’t homeschooled either but you knew the Bats would surely try to look for you if you had said otherwise. 

  “But still,” Nightwing persisted. “A good education would get you farther in life than being a terrorist.” 

 “A terrorist?” You laughed. “I’m just a creative vigilante like you. The only difference is that we both stand for different things.” 

  The relationship between you and Nightwing had been like this for ages. He would come for you, trying for you to change your mind and you’d dismiss him by either fighting him and winning or you’d somehow find a way to escape the entire conversation. 

  You didn’t understand why he tried. You couldn’t  weren’t  going to change your mind, yet he still tried to convince you. Maybe he thought that you were the fickle type, the weird ones that had a sudden transformation after they’d heard an emotional speech about forgiveness and moving forward. 

   “Vigilante’s don’t hurt people, Bash,” Dick said softly. You stiffened.

 You hated it when people tried to make you feel guilty for what you did. But they could never understand that if you didn’t do as your father told you, he’d beat you and put you through ruthless experiments. 

  Last time that happened, you had barely survived, leaving with these powers. But what about next time? What would happen next time? Would you make it out alive? 

  “Oh, BlueBird, I don’t hurt people. I just engaged in activities that includ other people hurting other peoples.” You said brightly, wishing that the brightness in your voice matched that in your heart. “Its not the same thing.” 

  “Bash,” Nightwing took a step closer. “You have to stop.”

You raised your right hand, a small green orb shining on your palm. It was a warning for him, if he took another step forward you’d make sure that the orb wasn’t so small and that it was no longer an orb but a bomb that you’d throw at him.

  “You don’t want to fight me tonight,” You said. “So let me go.” 

 A scream echoed from the street below you. Another victim of your father’s crime. 

  Nightwing’s head snapped towards it. You took the opportunity to let your body give away, and let it fall.

 The cold Gotham air whistled against your ears as you fell down the building. The glass reflected your hair - no, your wig covering your face. Purple wig hair covered the edge of your vision. 

 You let your hand reach out. 

Perhaps, you were reaching out to your mother, who was looking down at you.

Perhaps, you were reaching out to God, to take you. 

Perhaps, you were reaching out to the last shred of humanity that you had once held.

Nothing ever came to the grasp of your hand though. 

 Instead, you turned, pulling at the safety and letting the parachute inside your suit spread out. Beneath you, the ground became closer and closer, slower and slower. 

  One day, you promised to yourself, one day you’d fall off a building like this one and make sure that the Joker’s lineage ended with you.

Hello Reader!

This is a new start!

I'm so happy that this chapter made it out of the dusty drafts after two months (pray for the other ones)!!! Although I'm still getting out of my writer's block and will hopefully be finishing I'm Pushing it Down and Praying soon, I do want to get this one started.

Please comment and reblog for support!!!

~Elsya

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[caseyrobinson]

Let's talk about one thing, writing between midnight and 4am is just better. Music and all.

[elsyageorgia]

I'm Pushing It Down and Praying

Chapter 16: I Got Toxins in My Bloodstream

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 Adrenline is coursing through your veins.

You feel it as your fingers move across the piano, faster and unexpected and passionate. 

The last time you felt like this was when you were with Jon, riding away with Polly and you had felt so happy. 

 You don’t remember the last time you played the piano with such passion though, it feels foreign now, the music, the art of soul. Perhaps it's because you forgot yourself in the Manor, or maybe because you had objectifed the piano there rather than humanize it with melody.

  You smile - if you can call it that. For the first time since being with Jon you feel whole again, somewhat healed with David.  

   You reach for a key, but press the wrong one instead. 

 And maybe, David is like that wrong key but he’s better than Bruce ever was. Maybe, you might be putting too much faith into him but between the both of them you chose David anyday. After all, he was the one helping you get your powers back again. 

  You press the right key this time, before turning back to the one infront of you. 

It's been two weeks now, and you can feel it - your power-  in you sometimes. 

  It surges at night, pulling you into vivid dreams that feel more nightmares but it's okay. You don’t flinch at the nightmares because they aren’t real but also because your entire power is a nightmare. 

  Anyone who had the power of darkness, death and destruction should be prepared for the consequences. 

   Your arms feel sore but you keep pushing on. 

Somedays you feel pain when your power surges. Headaches, stomach aches and every scar on your thigh feels like it's been opened up again, deeper this time. 

  You don’t dare come out on those days. You can’t let anyone see like that.

David comes in anyways, probably because he has attachment issues with you after a whole decade apart and he always comes with chocolate. 

   Your fingers are trembling.

It's still strange to you, how affectionate David can be. Especially after he sat through the entire Harry Potter movies with you as you somewhat sniffled and cried into your pillow when Snape died. 

  You had realized later that you had become more vulnerable and less numb than you remembered. You also realized how long you had been clean for.

   Measure 82, you only have 8 more left. 

David had been cutting back on the blood solution for a few days. You both knew that he was afraid for you. 

 He didn’t want you to die and for the first time in a while you didn’t either.

You hadn’t said anything to him yet but if he cut it back anymore you would. You had to get your powers back. 

  Your wrist made a cracking sound. 

 And whoever Ross Finora was, you knew that if you got your hands on him, you would not hesitate to kill him. 

Because this life right now, with David and this piano and this will to live was sacred to you. 

You weren’t going to let anyone ruin this for you. 

Hi Readers!!!! Exams are over and I am back for the better!!! Yes I know I said longer chapters but this is supposed to be something like a internal monologue before the BIG stuff happens. Since there are only 4 chapters left until ACT III I would like to ask you guys if you want me to change the original formatting from 10 chapters ever ACT to less chapters. Please comment the amount you think would be better. I'll be back very very very soon with the next chapter! Who knows we might even see Ross! ~Elsya

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[elsyageorgia]

Two new snippets for Vice’s story!!!!

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[caseyrobinson]

Ughhh. I can't wait for this to be out!!

[caseyrobinson]

Quick one from today!

[caseyrobinson]

WE AREN'T JUDGING

This was from a while ago...

Aaron Hotchner and George Foyet

[elsyageorgia]

heyyy everyone!!!!

Exam week is almost over and so is my writers block!! So the next chapters of I’m Pushing it Down and Praying will be out soon!! Hang in there bc ACT II is almost over and I promise I will not be taking a two month hiatus again!!

be prepared for back to back chapters!!

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[caseyrobinson]

When you can't commit to a show but it interests you enough so you watch the first episode and then watch the last one 3 months later to see a glimpse of what you could have gotten into...

I can't 🥲

@elsyageorgia

[elsyageorgia]

i just finished the original Criminal Minds tv show. Season 15, Episode 10.

The parallels in the last two episodes are insane:

Reid's orders killing 6 swat officers while in the first season Gideon was on leave bc his orders killed 6 FBI agents along with the hostage

The tv show starting with Gideon and ending with Rossi (both of them are the founders of the BAU)

the Hotch/Haley situation with Rossi/Krystall

Elle being shot in her apartment in the first season and nobody knowing / Spencer having a brain bleed in his apartment with no one knowing

Hotch seeing Haley and Foyet / Spencer seeing Maeve and Foyet

Gideon teaching in the first season / Spencer beginning teaching

Gideon asking "if I'm the unsub" and Rossi asking himself - seeing Jason btw- "if I'm the unsub"

I hate how much I love tv show. But they really need to bring back Elle Greenaway.

[elsyageorgia]

Unfortunately I’m bi and like older people. So you will see me staring at a picture of Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Jack Abbot, Dana Evans while drooling.

[caseyrobinson]

Unfortunately, all I'm able to stare at is you.

[elsyageorgia]

i'm doing anything but studying for my test tmrw and my exams in one week.

[elsyageorgia]

i love how Vice is purple themed.

i love how Faye is black themed.

i love how Dellie is orange themed.

but y'all aren't ready for Lola.

@thecrimsonfog, @jjellecubed, @caseyrobinson

[elsyageorgia]

i love how Vice is purple themed.

i love how Faye is black themed.

i love how Dellie is orange themed.

but y'all aren't ready for Lola.

@thecrimsonfog, @jjellecubed, @caseyrobinson

[elsyageorgia]

i love how Vice is purple themed.

i love how Faye is black themed.

i love how Dellie is orange themed.

but y'all aren't ready for Lola.

@thecrimsonfog, @jjellecubed, @caseyrobinson

[elsyageorgia]

i love how Vice is purple themed.

i love how Faye is black themed.

i love how Dellie is orange themed.

but y'all aren't ready for Lola.

@thecrimsonfog, @jjellecubed, @caseyrobinson

[elsyageorgia]

I'm Pushing It Down and Praying

Chapter 15: I Fucking Wonder Why

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 You figured out really quickly that David was not anything like Bruce.

And you figured this out because he quite literally said no the second that you asked him to finish the experiment. 

 Most of his reasoning was that he infact was not Batman and was not going to give a child superpowers and make a vigilante out of them. 

 Which you had countered by saying you didn’t want to be a vigilante and that you just wanted him to finish the experiment. 

 “The experiment could be fatal!” David said with controlled frustion. “We didn’t do it then, and we aren’t doing it now!” 

 “That’s because you had to wait then, but you can do it now! You said it yourself, you had joined the Finora’s because you wanted more knowledge. Think about the knowledge that you’ll gain if you do this!” You argued. “Don’t you crave that knowledge?” 

 “I can’t, Y/N.” David said, running his hand over his face. “I’m a different person now.”

“You can be a different person later,” You said. “And this is my body isn’t it?! I didn’t have a choice then, but I do have one now! And I want that experiment to be finished.” 

  “Do you not understand that you could die?!” David burst out. “Do you not care about the fact that this could lead to your death?”

 “I’m going to die anyway!” You snapped. “With or without this experiement.” 

    David stilled. You swore internally. 

“What do you mean by that?” David said quietly. “Why would you die?” 

    “You know what? Nevermind.” You were too fueled with anger than to tell David about your depression and everything that was wrong with you. 

   Instead you turned around, stomping into the room he had given you and jumping on the bed with barely controlled anger.

 David hates himself for saying no to you. 

Your life has been filled with so many decisions that you weren’t allowed to make, but he isn’t going to let you make one that could kill you. 

  David already lost you once, he doesn’t want it to happen again. 

But then again, what did you mean by the fact that you might die either way? 

 David doesn’t want to dwell on your words, but he can’t help it. What sort of life did you live in the Wayne Manor that you would say something like that?

  He sighs, slumping back onto the couch and turning the tv on. 

 “As of 48 hours ago, my little sister Y/N Wayne has been missing.” Damian Wayne’s voice echoed. “Y/N was last seen two days ago, in an abandoned street off of Main, in a grey crewneck and black leggings before the power outage cut out the feed.” 

  It takes 0.05 seconds for his head to snap up and horror to fill his eyes.

“Oh no,” David breathed. “No, no, no, no!”

  His eyes darted frantically as he watched the news. The camera panned from Damian to Tim to Damian again. But then, his blood ran cold as a familiar face appeared infront of him. 

“Are you sure about that?” Ross Finora said. “Because in Aliya’s last letter to our mother she clearly stated that she wanted Y/N in our care.” 

 “No she didn’t! You bastard!” David slammed the tv remote down hard onto the table, causing it to rattle. “Aliya would never want that, ever.” 

  If Ross Finora got you- if any Finora got their dirty, filthy hands on you- David was sure that they would spare no moment to exploit you. 

  And David was sure that either way, even with his brilliant and genius mind, both the Finora’s and Wayne’s would still track you down. 

 And you would be defenseless against them.

The thought itself made him shudder. 

   So David would have to give you your powers, whether he liked it or not. 

 

 The briefcase looked ancient to you. 

  Maybe, it was not that you would ask. 

One hour prior, just minutes after you had stormed out of the living room of David’s house, he’d come running back in, saying that he would give you your powers back. 

  For a minute you had allowed yourself to be ecstatic, allowed yourself to finally have that slight bit of happiness of having some control over your life. 

  But that minute went by as quick as it had come when David told you that he was doing this for your own protection. 

  Protection from the fact that your maternal uncle Ross Finora had entered the picture. 

Ross Finora, who had killed your great grandma, great uncles and uncle. Ross Finora who was known as the Executioner. 

  You had watched with sullen eyes as David also told you how the Wayne’s were trying to find you. 

  You wanted to be happy, after all, weren’t you wishing a while ago to try and find you?

   But you weren’t happy. 

You felt disappointed for some reason. You felt the exhaustion of the whole situation in your bones really. 

  Inside you, there was nothing but seeping darkness. 

So you let David ramble and ramble and you only moved when he said that you needed to come with him. 

  He’d taken you down to the basement of his house, something that you had thought would feel like the Batcave, but somehow turned out to be softer with warm lighting and couches and more spacious than the Batcave. 

  The basement was still sectioned off but everywhere was light and warm, even the laboratory you were standing in now. 

 “What’s in that?” You asked.

David picked the briefcase off the ground and dusted it off. His thumb finds a scanner and he presses down on it hard. 

 “In here, is the blood of the ancient dark entity that lives within the Vortex of the Abyss..” David said. “So there was this dark mage that went to try and find black energy which is really really dangerous and lethal when it is connected to magic because energy and magic are two big forces that shouldn’t collide, right?” 

  “....Right,” You said, giving him a look. Nerd.

“Anyways, apparently this dark mage was also related to the Finora’s? So he went looking for the black and suddenly he ended up in this Abyss that had the strangest creatures and environment, and lots of black energy.” David said, not noticing the look. “And then he saw something trying to attack him, so he blasts that thing with magic and that thing splats everywhere and gets on him.” 

 “So that’s a part of something?” You're horrified. 

“Yeah, but the moral of the story is that the mage died after he put the magic and black energy together. He managed to teleport back to the Finora’s back in time, because he did blow up a minute after he arrived.” David said. 

 “And you’re going to put that thing inside of me?” You asked. 

“Yup!” 

Hey Readers! I'm slowing getting the batfam x reader curse, please pray for me. Also I have exams soon so I won't release chapters much. But hey, ACT II only has 5 more chapters before it ends!!! ACT III is almost here!!!! ~Elsya

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