things I won’t let ai take away from human writers
em dash
“not x, not y, but z”
short sentence stacking as a stylistic choice
none of these belong to ai. these are all what human writers have been writing since day one, way before ai was invented. ai was trained to mimic how human writers write — so em dash, not x not y but z and short sentence stacking would never have been used by ai at all if ai hadn’t learned and mimicked them from human writers.
no, you are not “fighting against ai” by accusing every work that has em dash, not x not y but z or short sentence stacking in it as ai-generated, you are helping ai harm the writing community by engaging in witch hunt and scaring human writers away from creating/sharing their works for fear of being wrongly accused of using ai.
speculations, accusations and ai witch hunt harm the writing community as much as ai does, if not more.
If there was one thing in the world, Dan hated more than those assholes in white, were the assholes in costumes.
It may sound hypocritical coming from an entity that spent his half-dead adolescence as a ghostly vigilante. But that was different.
Completely different.
He didn't have a team to impress and didn't have a set of rules and guidelines. What Dan did was purely for the aim to help people. To protect the ones he loved and his home.
The Justice League? Essentially, fancy billionaires in his eyes. They weren't real heroes, not truly.
The first time he met them had cemented it. He knew he was breaking laws, knew if the police got their hands on him, they'd the book at him.
But the greater good was more important that anything else.
Especially after all the harm he had cause in his original universe, Dan was trying to repent for it. To ease the blood that stained his hands by saving more lives than he had taken.
But when those "heroes" showed up, they had painted him as the villian. Fought him, chased him. They didn't stop to realize that despite Dan's scary appearance, he was there saving innocent souls taken by a secretly evil organization.
Thus starting their strange cat and mouse game.
Dan knew he was on their watchlist and knew they were trying to get more information on him. To contain him until they figured out exactly who he was, what he wanted, and how to stop him if needed.
And Dan would be damned if he let himself be imprisoned once again. Especially when he was actually trying to do good.
If you asked him, Dan would say he became an expert on avoiding the League. Keeping them on their toes and with as little information as possible.
Hell, Dan was pretty sure the only thing they truly knew was how he looked. He wasn't from this universe, this timeline, there was no tracking back his lineage to something other than a dead end.
Dan thought he was safe, finally getting into the groove of things, and started actually feeling good about his life.
Until the other assholes reared their ugly heads.
Dan blamed himself mostly. How could he forget that those raging monsters also existed in this universe?
How could he let himself get so distracted by the costumed assholes that he forgot about his biggest threat?
This is why Dan is where he is now.
Shooting through space as he felt his life force slipping away. This was his one more shot at being partially human again, one attempt to correct all the wrong he did in life.
And he fucked it up.
His hands did the best they could to keep his organs inside as he raced to find safety. Somewhere, he wouldn't be persecuted just for what's in his DNA.
His core guided him to escape into space. It was his safe space, after all, pun intended. The vast emptiness gave him comfort. The stars almost felt like family to him.
Dan knew there was a station the League owned in space. He knew they had a secret base up here. He had needed to learn everything about them, after all.
It's not his fault their defenses sucked against ghostly entities.
He didn't anticipate himself flying straight there. Phasing through the wall and stumbling into the middle of what looked like an important meeting.
He didn't think about what he was doing, even as he mentally cursed himself.
His bloodied, torn form stumbled to the ground as he looked up at the heroes before him. Their shocked, confused, worried, and apprehensive expressions.
Dan should've bitten his tongue off before those fate sealing words stuttered from his dry lips. The fear of going back to the Dan he was before his second chance driving his actions more than he would have liked.
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Au where nobody tells 10 year old Damian who Jason is. And the way they talk about him, Damian just assumes Jason is like a raccoon or something.
Damian: Grayson, why does Pennyworth leave food on the counter every night?
Dick, on his phone, not even paying attention: Oh, that's for Jason.
Damian: For 'Jason'?
Dick: Yeah. Sometimes he sneaks into the kitchen at night, so Alfred started leaving food out for him.
Damian, confused: I've never seen anyone here.
Dick: Well he doesn't always come. And last time, Bruce caught him crawling through the window and scared him away so, who knows when he'll show up again.
Damian, definitely thinking of a raccoon: So then Pennyworth is feeding a random stray that crawled out of God knows where?
Dick, annoyed: He's not a 'random stray', Damian, he's family, and he has been living in this house for way longer than you have.
Damian, trying to remember how long do raccoons live for:
Damian: I hope he doesn't die soon.
Dick: ????!!
*Later that night in the Bat-cave*
Tim, typing away in the computer:
Damian: Drake. Have you ever met Jason?
Tim: Uh. Stupid, annoying and looks like a skunk? Yes, why?
Damian, picturing a mix between a racoon and a skunk:
Damian: Is he friendly?
Tim: Well, the first time I met him, he attacked me, so...
Damian: Hmm... What did you do to provoke him?
Tim: What did I do to– Bitch–
Tim: Nothing! He just didn't like me taking 'what was his', or something.
Damian, nodding: You invaded his territory.
*The next day*
Damian: Father, when do you think Jason will visit again? I want to meet him.
Bruce: Um. I don't know, Damian. He doesn't come here often.
Damian: Why?
Bruce: Because he lives somewhere else.
Damian: Why doesn't he just live here with us instead? He would be safer.
Bruce, wincing: I don't think he would like that, Damian. He's not confortable here.
Damian: But, maybe if I befriend him I could convince him to stay.
Bruce, sighing: I don't think so, Damian. You have to respect his space.
