the #1 way police enforce anti-sodomy laws is the same way they enforce every other law: by lying. they say they saw your car in a parking lot and you were giving your partner a blow job. they went to your house to ask about a neighborhood disturbance and saw you having anal sex. it’s the same way they claim they saw the suspect throw drugs in the bushes or they swear the guy reached for his waist to pull out a gun. they lie because they can.
even if it’s not enough for a conviction (which, let’s be very frank and recognize that police lies are often very much enough evidence to convince the right jury), the police have still arrested you, which you have to disclose when getting certain jobs or applying for housing or getting government assistance, they’ve kept you away from work / home / family / your responsibilities, and they’ve humiliated you in open court. they enforce whatever laws they want, whenever they want, however they want, because they can
If you can't bring yourself to care that the Supreme Court is going to review the constitutionality of the Indian Child Welfare Act, thus possibly opening the doors to further cultural genocide of Indigenous Peoples on United States soil, unfollow me right now.
If you think our rights aren't as important to protect as your rights to your own body, i don't want you on this blog.
Never forget residential schools were not a uniquely Canadian issue, they existed in the US as well. Silence and neutrality allowed them to be built and silence and neutrality will bring them back. Whether that's your silence and neutrality is up to you.
K.C. Undercover: dark skinned men, light skinned women. the one dark skinned girl is portrayed as mean, apathetic, sadistic, and cruel.
The Proud Family: dark skinned men, light skinned women. dijonay, the only dark skinned girl, is portrayed as "ghetto" and "rachet" alongside her entire family. and suga mama, who can be argued is dark skinned, is portrayed as mean, cruel, and abusive. additionally, trudy, the mother, comes from an entire family of dark skinned people. yet she herself is portrayed as very much light skinned.
trudy proud's family (left) vs trudy proud (right).
The Hate U Give: the dark skinned main character starr on the cover of the book (left), vs. in the movie, where she is played by amandla stenberg (right); a light skinned biracial actor.
nina simone (singer, left) vs zoe saldana (actress, right), who played her in the 2016 biopic "nina".
stagecoach mary (right) vs zazi beetz (left), who played her in "the harder they fall".
ororo munroe (storm, center) vs the actresses that played her in the x-men movies (alexandra shipp - left, halle berry - right). and alexandra shipp, herself, is also colorist.
monster high: clawdeen wolf (right), vs. the actress that plays her in the upcoming monster high live action movie (miia harris, left). it also appears that they artificially darkened the actress' skin for the role.
strawberry shortcake franchise: orange blossom, who was lightened between her 2003 design (left) and 2009 design (right).
The problem is there. You see it. This whole "we're all black at the end of the day" bullshit is the exact mindset hollywood uses to justify the erasure of dark skinned women. None of this will EVER be okay. And the fact that y'all consistently find the same goddamn excuses to justify shit like this is exactly why dark skinned people don't fucking trust y'all.
Though the jokes that "since gay pride month is over, july is now gay wrath month" are funny and all, it's important to remember that July is ACTUALLY Disability Pride Month and ya'll should really be focused on boosting disabled voices and issues this month! For instance, the fact that marriage equality doesn't actually truly exist in the United States for disabled people, or the fact that disabled people are forced to live in poverty or lose their disability benefits, or the fact that 1 in 5 people with chronic pain end up sufferring from alcoholism or other addictions, or how accessibility is still a daily battle for all of us, or how there are active hate groups on places like reddit who try to "call out" those they see as "faking" their disabilities.
This July, boost disabled voices. Talk about the issues that our community faces. Call out ableism.
Now is an important time to remind people trans men are also affected by the recent overturning. This isn’t just a women’s issue, please for the love of god do not forget us right now… we have some of the highest rates of sexual assault in the queer community, and we are far more likely to be denied care if we get pregnant. Don’t exclude us.
Also you know what, sucking it up and forcing ourselves to be labeled under women is not only misgendering— it’s DEADLY to us.
Trans mens struggles with abortion and pregnancy care is different from what cis women have to face. We get denied because we’re men, or we get forced to detransition.
You HAVE to bring us up. Saying only women face this won’t mean anything for us, because even if we do get abortion protections back! Trans men will continue to not be included. We will continue to be detransitioned, be forced out of care, and die because people find it too hard to say people instead of women.
Start fighting for us, godammit!! We’re fucked either way, and we can’t be the only ones fending for ourselves anymore. Address our issues.
i’m not sure where to start and i don’t even know what questions to ask that would help me understand any of this
i want to ask you but i’m deathly afraid that you will hate my guts and resent me forever
i feel stupid and embarrassed for not knowing/understanding this
i wasn’t paying attention/i zoned out/you were talking too fast while going over this
“oh my god are you serious? it’s obvious, weren’t you paying any attention?” thanks for confirming i’m as stupid as i feel, appreciate it
i forgot about this deadline and i should’ve done it sooner but now it’s too late and awkward to say anything
your criticism will cast me into despair
i have no idea how to articulate my concerns so i will sit here silently until i can
i feel horrible about not doing it and not asking you initially and so i’m avoiding talking about it in the hopes that i will miraculously and suddenly understand it instead of doing the walk of shame to your office and risking the chance that i’ll piss you off and ruin your night
i’m working up the confidence to ask you
i’m formulating in my head a way to ask that doesn’t make me sound like i didn’t care enough to do it sooner, and that i actually have the willingness to do it, and that doesn’t place any blame on anyone except maybe me
autistic/adhd people feel free to add on! obviously this will vary from person to person, but this is my personal experience as an autistic and adhd person. if you’re neurotypical, please don’t try to offer tips for how to get around this because i can almost guarantee it will not be helpful :)
A/N: Here’s part 23 of Convenience! Thank you to everyone who commented on and reblogged the other parts, it really means a lot. This is a side blog so I can’t reply to comments but know that I read them all! Anyway, I hope you like it!
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“Thank you.” Y/N smiled at the driver as he offered her his hand and helped her out of the car. He smiled back and nodded as he shut the door behind her. She glanced around at the crowds of people gathered outside the venue. They were standing behind metal barriers like they had been at the memorial earlier in the week. Most of them were gathered in front of the large screens that had been set up to broadcast the show to the people unable to get tickets.
“Mrs. Wayne?”
“Yes.” She turned to face the tall man who had walked up to her. He was holding a clipboard and there was a lanyard around his neck with an official looking pass hanging off it.
“This way please.” He said as he turned on his heels and led her forward.
She forced a smile for the flashing cameras as they walked up the path that had been made through the crowds. She was really regretting saying yes to this. She let out a sigh of relief as they walked through the venue’s side door and it closed behind them. The man led her through the backstage corridors to the area just to the side of the stage. A large crowd of people were already in the venue; filling the standing area or looking for their seats.
As soon as they walked into the area, one of the other PAs approached her. “Can I take your coat, ma’am?”
“Sure, thank you.” She shrugged it off her shoulders and handed it over.
“Mrs. Wayne, thank you for coming.” Bella Reál greeted as she walked over to Y/N and held out her hand with a smile.
Y/N took her hand and forced herself to smile back. “Please, it’s Y/N. Bruce sends his regrets that he couldn’t be here.”
“Yes, it’s a shame. I was hoping to finish the conversation we started at the memorial. I meant what I said, you could be doing more for this city. Your money and resources-”
Y/N stopped her. “I’m sorry, but it’s not my money, it’s Bruce’s. My parents made damn sure I didn’t have any of my own.” She did not quite manage to keep the bitterness out of her voice. But she pushed it down and forced herself to smile again. “But I’ll talk to Bruce. We were planning to speak about it anyway, but the past few days have been quite chaotic.”
Bella nodded. “I understand. I’m sorry about your butler. How is he?”
“Awake and talking.”
“That is good news.”
A woman with a clipboard and a headset walked over to them and addressed Bella. “Ms. Reál, we’re ready for you.”
“On my way.” She turned back to Y/N. “It would be a great pleasure to have you join me on stage.”
“Sure.” Y/N forced another smile and followed Bella, the Mayor’s widow and son up onto the stage.
****
Even though he knew it was pointless, the moment Bruce was back in the charger, he tried to call Y/N. He put the car in gear and shot off down the road away from Riddler’s apartment. His mind was reeling, he could not believe that he had missed the clue and wasted time going to see Riddler in Arkham. He gritted his teeth as the dashboard reminded him that the phonelines were down. It’s fine, he told himself, she’s on high enough ground at the tower. He willed the car to go faster as he raced the water to Gotham Square Garden. He glanced at the dash and noticed it was flashing, telling him he had a voicemail. He pressed the button as he wove in and out of the traffic.
“Hey, it’s me. I went through the renewal files but couldn’t find anything. But I guess that doesn’t matter now that they got the guy. Bella Reál called. She invited us to the election thing at Gotham Square Garden tonight. I told her you were unavailable but I said I’d go. So, you know, just in case you get back early and wonder where I am. Hopefully everything went okay for you tonight. Okay, I’ll see you later.”
His blood ran cold and he pushed the gas pedal to the floor.
****
The situation at Gotham Square Garden changed in an instant. One moment Bella Reál was on stage giving a speech about how she planned to change the city for the better, and the next the police were on stage informing everyone that the seawall had been breeched in several places and that this venue happened to be the city’s shelter of last resort.
Y/N pulled her phone out of her bag as the police escorted everyone off the stage. She dialled Bruce’s number but her phone just beeped and told her the lines were down. She should have known the Riddler would have had something else up his sleeve. She was not paying attention to what the officers were saying because she felt as if her heart had stopped. Bruce had to have been there, in the thick of it. Surely he would have tried to stop Riddler’s plan, but clearly he had failed. She dug her nails into her palms and tried not to imagine the worst. He's fine, she told herself, Riddler just hid his last plan really well. She shook her head to snap herself out if it and forced herself to pay attention to the others.
“I thought this was a shelter of last resort?” Bella was saying to the fireman stood in front of her.
“For a hurricane.” Y/N said, remembering what she had learnt about the venue when she still had her job. Everyone turned to look at her, clearly not expecting her to have anything worth adding to the conversation. But she continued anyway. “Structurally, it’s unlikely to hold against the pressure if the whole sea wall comes down. The doors being open just adds to the problem.”
“Exactly, we have to close the doors.” The fireman agreed.
“I am not going to let all those people die out there.” Bella shot back. “Alright, I’ll go calm down the crowd so we can get everyone in.” She turned to walk away, only to find Gordon stood in front of her.
“It’s not safe for you here, we need to get you out Ms. Reál.” Gordon told her.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Bella scoffed.
Gordon was not deterred. “We’re under attack ma’am.”
“Exactly. That’s the problem with this city; everyone’s afraid to stand up and do the right thing. But I’m not.” She pushed past him and walked out onto stage.
“Ma’am!” Gordon tried again before turning and catching sight of Y/N. “Mrs. Wayne, is your husband here? He might be a target as well.”
“No, he couldn’t make it.” She told him, ignoring the panic that threatened to claw its way back up in her chest at the fact that Gordon was here and Bruce was not. She bit her tongue to stop herself from asking him about Batman’s whereabouts.
A gunshot rang out and they both spun around to face the stage. Bella hit the floor. Gordon ran out onto the stage to grab her. Y/N fought the urge to run and looked in the direction the shot came from. There were men in masks along all the walkways hanging from the ceiling. As she watched, they started firing into the crowd. She tore her eyes away and dropped to her knees in front of Bella and Gordon, who had made it safely off the stage and were crouched behind some of the speakers.
“Here.” She pulled her cardigan from her shoulders and pressed it against Bella’s wound. She tried to ignore the fact that it was the second time this week she had to do so. “Keep pressure on it.” She moved Bella’s hands over the bundle as Gordon pulled out his gun. But there were so many of them that he did not know which one to aim at.
Y/N’s head snapped up towards the ceiling as the glass of the windows in the centre shattered with a popping noise and a flash of orange light. The heaviness and worry left her as Bruce crashed through the ceiling. He was okay, and probably knew more about the Riddler’s plan than anyone else in the building. The other plus was that she now knew that the sonic grenades worked perfectly.
A fireman tapped her on the shoulder and gestured for her to move away from Bella, a first aid kit ready in his hand. She moved without complaint, unwilling to take her eyes off Bruce as he worked his way through the Riddler’s followers. Her heart was in her throat each time he disappeared from her view. It was strange, seeing him be the Batman in person. Even stranger, she found herself focusing on the suit’s movements, planning improvements she would make as soon as they got out of this situation. That was until two of the support cables snapped on the centre platform, sending Bruce tumbling off the edge.
She had to force herself not to make a noise as he fell. She let out a shaky breath as he caught himself on the edge. But the fear came right back as the men started shooting at him. He started shuffling along the railing to try and get away as she realised she was not the only person watching him.
“Hey!” Gordon’s voice made her tear her eyes away from Bruce. “Hey! How do I get up there?”
“This way!” A fireman replied, and they set off with another officer in tow.
Y/N got to her feet. She knew Bruce would be mad at her later, but she could not just sit and do nothing. Even if she could not help Bruce, there were ways she could help if she could get to the electrical breakers. She cast her eyes over the stage and caught sight of a ladder hanging from one of the platforms. It was too high to reach from the floor, but it was right next to one of the stage supports. She glanced around, no one was paying her any attention, they were all too caught up in the chaos. She threw her bag on the floor and ran over to the foot of the support. She thanked whoever was watching that she decided to wear flats and her parents let her go climbing every week when she was a kid. She took a deep breath before gripping onto the metal and starting to climb.
She tried not to look down as she reached the top of the support and shakily got to her feet. An explosion from one of her own short range grenades sent a cloud of white smoke across the centre platform, completely obscuring her view of Bruce. She guessed that was his plan, because if she could not see him, Riddler’s followers definitely could not either. She turned back to the ladder and started climbing. She reached the top and pulled herself onto her knees on the walkway just in time to see Bruce emerge from the smoke, and take a shotgun blast directly to the chest at close range. She was not worried about the pellets breaking through the suit, but the blast was enough to wind him and send him tumbling off the edge of the walkway. He barely managed to catch himself with one hand on the rail, leaving him dangling precariously over the space below.
“Bruce!” Her voice was drowned out by the sound of peoples’ panic and confusion below, but luckily there was no one around to have heard her anyway.
She scrambled to her feet and started running across the walkways as the man started reloading his shotgun. He knelt down and levelled the barrel with Bruce’s head, as Bruce was powerless to do anything but watch. Y/N grabbed a gun off the floor and gripped the barrel with both hands; she knew she would not be able to shoot it. The man did not notice her approach, he had tunnel vision, focusing on Bruce and Bruce alone. She raised the gun over her head and brought it down with as much force as she could. The man crumpled as she hit him across the side of the head.
Out of everyone Bruce would have expected to appear above him as the man collapsed to the floor, Y/N was no where near the top of the list. He had to stop himself from going to look for her the moment he arrived at the venue. He knew he would have to deal with the threat first, and even then he would not have been able to outright go and find her without someone wondering why. Seeing her above him caused even more conflicting emotions; on the one hand, he now knew exactly where she was, but on the other, she was right in the middle of all the danger.
“Give me your hand!” She reached down and grabbed onto his hand holding the rail as she extended her other hand down towards his other hand. She could tell it took the last of his strength to swing it up to her.
As soon as she had a hold on it, she gripped onto him and pulled up with everything she had. He grunted in pain but tried to help her. She once again thanked whoever was watching that she never let anyone else do the heavy lifting on her projects. The adrenaline coursing through her system definitely helped as she pulled him back up onto the platform. She rolled onto her back, bringing him with her. She did not even care that his weight on top of her made it hard to breath because it meant he was alive and with her. But clearly it bothered Bruce, because he used his momentum to roll them over, so she was laid on top of him instead. She moved her hands to either side of his head to hold her weight off him as they both tried to catch their breath.
She could see the confusion and worry in his eyes and the part of his face not hidden beneath the mask. She was temporarily glad that he could not talk; she was not ready for the scolding he would undoubtedly give her when he recovered. He shifted under her, trying to get up, but she gently pushed him back down.
“Hey, we’re okay. They’re all down, you did it.” She rubbed her thumb along his jaw and he laid his head back down on the metal grate. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into her touch. She pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling back to look at him. He opened his eyes to look at her. She smiled at him softly.
The blow came out of nowhere, neither of them expecting it.
Y/N’s head spun as pain flared across the entire left side of her skull. Her arms gave out and she dropped back onto Bruce’s chest. She felt the hands on her legs but the way her head was spinning meant she did not react in time. The hands yanked her backwards. She clawed at Bruce, trying to keep a grip on him but the man moved faster than she could react with her head throbbing.
As soon as she hit the metal grate, he flipped her onto her back and she somehow managed to kick him in the groin. Just not hard enough. He cursed at her and brought his foot down on her left side. The breath was knocked from her lungs and she felt something snap. He pulled a knife out of the sheath on his leg. She raised her hands automatically and grabbed his wrist as he brought it down towards her heart. He dropped his full weight forward onto the blade and she knew she could not compete. At the last minute, she pushed her hands backwards, up towards her head. She screamed as the blade caught the skin at her collarbone and ripped all the way up her shoulder. The knife clanged as it hit the grate next to her head. The man recovered quickly and raised the knife above her again, this time she knew she would not be able to stop it, but she grabbed his wrists again anyway.
Panic started clawing up Bruce’s throat the minute Y/N was ripped away from him. He tried to sit up, but the pain in his chest knocked the breath from him again. His vision was blurry but he could see her struggling in the man’s grip. He tried again to get up, crying out with the effort before his head slammed back into the metal grate. His mind was reeling but then it dawned on him. Only for real emergencies, that was what Y/N had told him when she explained it. He reached down and fumbled with the pocket on the side of his right leg. He pulled out the vial and held it tight, terrified of dropping it. He shifted half onto his side and looked for the application point on his thigh just as a piercing scream came from Y/N. He forced himself not to look and slammed the vial into the application point. He screamed himself, the effect was almost instantaneous.
One moment the man was bringing the knife down towards Y/N again, the next he was completely gone from above her. She cried out in pain as she brought her hand up to her bleeding shoulder. She forced herself to ignore the pain and sit up. Her vision got blurry as the movement in her ribs forced all the air out of her lungs again. When her vision cleared she could see Bruce on top of the man, beating him over and over again. He was showing no signs of stopping. She was about to move, to try and attempt stop him, when three people rushed past her.
Gordon grabbed Bruce’s arm. “Hey, man. Hey!” He held up his hands in surrender as Bruce turned, fist raised.
Bruce turned away from Gordon and looked back where the man was lying still, checking to make sure he had not killed him. The man was still breathing and somehow conscious.
The fireman who brought up the rear helped Y/N to her feet, his eyes scanning over her injury as he pulled the first aid kit from his pack. She tried not to look down as she moved her hand away from her shoulder so he could apply pressure with the gauze in his hand. She gritted her teeth in pain, aware of the warm, sticky blood soaking her shirt and staining her hand. At least the burning in her shoulder was distracting from the throbbing pain in her head and ribs. She watched Bruce stand from the ground and look at her. She could see the concern in his face, but she doubted any of the others would be able to.
She half-turned her head towards the fireman, as if she was speaking to him. “I’m fine, it could have been much worse.” She did not miss Bruce clench his jaw, well aware that she was actually speaking to him.
“Mrs. Wayne?” Her voice had made Gordon realise that she was there. He was staring at her with wide eyes. “What are you doing up here?”
“I tried to tell you all-” She gasped in pain as the fireman adjusted the pressure on the wound, an apology leaving his lips. She noticed Bruce’s hands clench into fists, but carried on talking to Gordon. “I tried to tell you all down there, this place isn’t flood proof. What do you think is going to happen when the water comes through those doors and takes out the stage? All those electrical cables and all that water.” Everyone’s eyes went wide as they realised what she meant. “I was trying to get to the breakers, so I could shut off the electricity if the time came. But that asshole grabbed me before I could.” She nodded towards the man on the floor.
Under any other circumstance, Bruce would have been impressed, if not slightly worried, by how easily she lied to Gordon’s face. But right now, he could not tear his eyes away from the blood soaking her blouse and running down the side of her head.
Gordon nodded before following her gaze and turning back to the man in full Riddler get-up on the floor. “Jesus.” He knelt down and pulled the man’s mask off. “Who the hell are you?”
The man was breathing heavily as he replied. “Me? I’m vengeance.”
Y/N watched Bruce’s eyes go wide as he turned to look at the man. The man smiled as he raised his head off the floor to look at Bruce. She could tell Bruce was thinking of something to say, but then the lights flickered and went out.
People started screaming again as the water finally breeched the doors. The five of them moved to the rail and watched in shock. The way they had all moved meant Y/N and Bruce were stood only inches apart. She felt the back of his glove rub against the back of her right hand and forced herself not to look up at him. She turned her hand and laced her fingers though his. She squeezed his hand to show him she was okay and quickly let go again before any of their companions could notice.
Y/N was right about the stage; it completely collapsed under the pressure of the water. Sparks shot out of the electrical cables as they were torn apart by the metal supports crashing down. One piece in particular was swinging dangerously close to the water.
“Where are the breakers?” Gordon turned and asked Y/N.
She turned back around, the fireman moving with her as he continued securing the gauze on her shoulder. “Up there.” She pointed with her right hand.
Bruce knew they would not get to the breakers fast enough. He pulled out his grappling hook and shot it around the top of the swinging cable. He resisted the urge to look back at Y/N as he vaulted the rail and swung onto the cable.
Y/N was glad that the others also raced to the railing when Bruce jumped, because there was no way she would have been able to stop herself. He caught himself on the cable as the sparks kept raining down around him. Her heart was in her throat as he pulled the knife out of the chest panel. She dug her nails into her right palm to stop herself from screaming his name and telling him stop. Her stomach plummeted as he raised the knife and sliced through the cable. His body went rigid and he dropped into the water below.
She could not breath. She kept her eyes trained on the water, the red and blue lights from a police car that had been washed through the doors the only thing illuminating the room. He broke through the surface and she felt the air rush back into her lungs. They watched as he lit a flare and made his way to the people trapped under the crumpled stage.
“Mrs. Wayne? I think we should get you to the medics.” Gordon turned to her, eyeing up the blood she was covered in.
“I think you’re right. I think my ribs are broken.” She grimaced, but started following Gordon as he started walking. She was glad of the grip the fireman still had on her arm because she suddenly felt very dizzy and did not think she would be able to walk without it. “Bruce is going to kill me. I mean, after I find a way to let him know what happened.”
“I’m sure he won’t.” Gordon tried to reassure her as he led the way towards the door to the roof.
“He’s lost enough people. He doesn’t need to worry about me too.” She gave Gordon a half-smile. She kept talking, trying to distract herself from the pain flaring in her left side. “You seem to have a knack for being present when things go wrong for my family.” She noticed his confused look and explained. “He told me you were the detective who worked his parents’ murders. And, you also worked my parents case.”
“I’m sorry about your parents, I-”
She cut him off. “Don’t be, they got what they deserved. I just wish someone would have come clean about them earlier.”
He seemed to ponder her words for a minute before changing the subject. “How did you know? About this place not being capable of sustaining a flood, and where the breakers were located?”
“I’m an engineer, or at least I was before my parents were arrested. I used to work for the firm who designed this place.”
“But you don’t anymore?”
“No, they fired me after everything about my parents came out. They didn’t want to be associated with my family name.”
“I’m sorry.”
She looked at him. He seemed to genuinely feel bad for her. She could see why Bruce liked him more than every other cop in Gotham.
****
The survivors all gathered on the roof. The police were attempting to keep everything organised while the paramedics treated those who were injured. The national guard had been called and they were on the way with helicopters to airlift people to Gotham General, which was thankfully on high enough ground to escape the water.
Y/N sat on the floor watching all the people around her. Her left arm was in a sling to stop her shifting the temporary pressure bandage the paramedics had applied to her shoulder. They had told her she needed to stay awake because she most likely had a concussion. So, to stop herself falling asleep she was watching Bruce as he helped Gordon organise people. He was covered from head to toe in mud from his fall, and subsequent walk through the flood water. She was not oblivious to the glances he kept throwing her way, making sure she was still conscious and where he could see her. She twisted her wedding rings as she watched him. Thinking she had lost him had made up her mind, she just needed a way to tell him.
“Ma’am the helicopters are almost here, you’ll be on one of the first ones out, alright? That shoulder needs treating sooner rather than later.” It was the same fireman who had bandaged her up inside.
“Thank you. Can you help me up? I need to talk to Gordon.”
He helped her to her feet. She sucked a breath through her teeth as the movement jolted her ribs. She made her way towards Gordon. She was glad to see he had caught Bruce to discuss something, because it was really Bruce she wanted to let know that she was leaving.
“Lieutenant!” They both turned to look at her. She glanced at Bruce and met his eyes before quickly looking to Gordon. “I’m apparently on the first helicopter that gets here. I just wondered if there was a way to contact you when I’m at the hospital?”
“Any particular reason why?” Gordon’s look of confusion matched Bruce’s.
“I’m going to talk to Bruce-” The tick of his jaw did not escape her attention “-or the Wayne enterprise accountants, if I can’t reach him. I’m going to get them to put together a relief package, they’ll need to be able to coordinate with you here to implement it.”
“Oh, right. Well, they’ve set up a control hub at the hospital. They should be able to help you.” Gordon told her.
“Okay.” She smiled. “Thank you, both of you,” She let herself meet Bruce’s eyes again for a brief moment. “for everything you did for the city tonight.” She smiled and walked away before either of them had a chance to reply.
Gordon turned to Bruce when she was out of earshot. “You know, I worked on her parents case, heard everything they said about her, they couldn’t have been more wrong.”
Bruce just nodded, not trusting himself to keep his voice devoid of emotion.
A/N: Here’s part 21 of Convenience! Thank you to everyone who commented on and reblogged the other parts, it really means a lot. This is a side blog so I can’t reply to comments but know that I read them all! Anyway, I hope you like it!
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Y/N woke with a start. She reached down to her waist and threaded her fingers with Bruce’s to prove to herself that he was with her. She could feel his chest moving against her back with each breath he took and tried to match his breathing. Her nightmare had been so real. The bomb went off just like it had the other night, but this time she had been too late to get to Alfred and the Riddler had shown up instead of the police. He had been after her, so she could pay for the sins of her parents. She somehow knew Bruce was coming for her, but that he would not be there in time.
Her heart rate started to slow down. She knew she would not be able to go back to sleep. A look at the bedside clock told her it was early afternoon. As carefully as she could, she removed Bruce’s arm from around her and climbed out of bed. He shifted onto his back but did not wake up. She dodged the creaky floor boards and walked out of the door and down the hall to her room. She made a beeline straight for the bathroom, hoping the hot water from the shower would wash away the last of the panic she felt when she realised Bruce would get to her too late.
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Bruce looked around the room groggily when he realised he was alone in bed. He half-expected Y/N to be sat against the foot board sketching, like she had been that first night they spent together. But the room was empty. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants before going to look for her.
He found her bedroom empty so he made his way downstairs. The news was playing on the TV for the empty living room. The newscasters were discussing the new plans for election night, given that one of the candidates had been brutally murdered. He realised that everything with the Riddler had made the election date completely slip his mind, but it looked like it was finally November 5th. He walked out and made a beeline for the noises coming out of the kitchen.
After Y/N showered, she decided that she better make them some food. She had only eaten Bruce’s cooking once in her life and had no plans to repeat that experience. The eggs and bacon were cooking away on the hob when she realised she was being watched. She turned to find Bruce standing in the doorway, bare-chested and sweatpants low on his hips. She shot him a small smile. “How you feeling?”
“I’m not sure.” His mind was still all over the place.
She looked back at the food to make sure nothing was burning. “I had a feeling you’d say that. So, we’re going to eat, then you’re going to shower, and go to the hospital to talk to Alfred.”
“You’re not coming with me?” He sounded almost betrayed.
“I think this is a conversation you need to have just the two of you.” She looked back up at him to gauge his reaction.
He nodded, clearly not happy about it, but willing to accept her reasoning. He walked over to her and rested his hands against the counter on either side of her. He rested his chin on her shoulder as she flipped the bacon. She leaned back into him and tried to enjoy the brief moment of normality between them. Domestic bliss she supposed. But it was hard to ignore that she was making breakfast at dinner time and getting ready for another night with him running around the city dressed as a bat.
He stepped back as she moved to pull two plates out of the cupboard and the toaster popped. He grabbed the toast as she divided the bacon and eggs between the two plates. He thanked her as she handed him one of them and they both sat down at the table.
They ate in comfortable silence, but she could not help shooting glances at him. This was the most she had seen him eat in a while. The circles under his eyes were darker, his hair hanging limp in his face and he seemed more reserved than usual. She realised what the stress of the past five days must have done to him. A deranged serial killer was one thing, but then he had targeted Bruce personally and Alfred had got hurt because of it. And then, to make it worse, all the stuff about his parents had been released for the whole city to see. Combined with the fact that the Riddler was personally writing to the Batman, Bruce was probably the most stressed person in the city right now.
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After she managed to convince Bruce to leave, Y/N knew she should finish fixing the car. The elevator opening sent a swarm of bats flying and nearly gave her a heart attack. She realised it was probably the first time in almost two years that no one had been down to the station for almost twenty-four hours. Apparently, that was all the time the bats needed to move back into the space underneath the old staircases. The station seemed colder than normal. The stack of renewal files on the desk drew her eye and she remembered that she meant to ask Bruce what exactly he had been looking for in them. She made a mental note to ask when he got back and walked over to the charger.
It took her over almost no time to replace the blown out window and the damaged tire. She was working on the fuel line again when the elevator door rattled open.
“Y/N?” Bruce’s voice echoed off the walls. He had looked throughout the whole apartment before realising she must have been down in the station.
“Give me two minutes!” She called from under the car. “Did you talk to Alfred?”
He walked over to the car and crouched down so he could see her. “You were right. He said my father did it all to protect my mother, and that he never expected Falcone to kill the anyone. He said… He said, he doesn’t know for sure, but he thinks Falcone might have ordered the hit because he knew my father would never bend to his will.” He moved back as she finished up and moved out from under the car.
“I thought you might stay longer.” She grabbed a rag of the bonnet and wiped off her hands.
“The signals up.” He told her as he moved over to the desk and started kitting up. “I came back to get everything. Is the car ready?”
“Yeah, but be gentle, okay?” She started packing up her tools. “You cracked the fuel line chasing Penguin and I don’t have another spare. I’m going to reinforce it but the stuff I ordered won’t be here until the weekend.”
“I’ll try to be careful.” The corner of his lips turned up, sometimes he swore the car meant more to her than anything else.
“What are they for anyway?” She pointed towards the renewal files on the desk.
He turned and looked to see what she was pointing at. “I thought I might be able to find why out why the Riddler was so hung up on the renewal fund. I didn’t get chance to look through them before I had to leave yesterday.”
Y/N resisted the urge to bring up the gorgeous woman. “I’ll look through them tonight.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I’ve got nothing better to do.” She smiled as he walked over to her.
“Thank you.”
“Here.” She handed him the car keys. “Be safe.”
“I will.” He pressed a kiss to her temple and climbed into the car.
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