Mother, Acrobat, Hacker

I am more than I appear to be. Independent OC Batman Beyond blog for Mary Grayson-Morris, aka Oracle II.

[oraclebeyond]

Good evening.

Recent messages have me needing to clarify something for the benefit of those who read this blog.

The mun DOES NOT make a point of regularly hacking things. While the mun is familiar with hacking technologies (largely learned to crack her own security and test her own network), she does not go about randomly or deliberately hacking public servers or those of private companies offering service to the public.

This is a roleplay blog. It will reference events as though they are reality, as though they are potentially past events. Anything illegal, immoral, or fattening that this character admits to is fiction.

This does not mean that the mun engages in this activity. I could probably try it, but I’m not inclined. I’ve got too much other shit to do and little inclination to actually try to do anything potentially malicious or illegal.

Mary’s a hacker.

I am not.

--Jenna

[oraclebeyond]

Yes. I know about ten ridiculously easy ways to hack someone’s Twitter password.

Am I going to share them? Not on your life.

[shakeitoffs]

i hate myself for laughing so hard at this

[sebastianxtan]

[powerhungryrewire]

House Sitting Gone Awry

[oraclebeyond]

She leaned her upper arm against the doorjamb. Arms crossed over her chest, Mary informed him, “I was given access. Who do you think was looking after the place when it was being renovated?”

“But since we’re on the subject of crimes, let’s do a comparison. Kidnapping. Attempted murder. Multiple counts of assault and battery. All that versus one punch, and one slap. A punch you more than had coming I might add. My Dad nearly died. You might not have given a damn about yours but mine is everything to me, and I won’t apologize for being angry as hell at you for nearly taking him away from me, my Mom, my brothers - one of whom is barely a teenager, I might add.” Mary stopped to brush the tears from her eyes.

“I have never laid a hand on Willie in anger. But you keep it up? Fire those damn things at me? Go ahead. You’ll have not only every cop in this city after you, but every cape.”

“I’m an angry single mother who lost her husband, very nearly lost her boyfriend to a bunch of rogue robots, and who almost lost her father to your selfishness. At least I have an excuse for having a breaking point. What’s yours? Other than being a spoiled little twip?”

[powerhungryrewire]

“Not by me you didn’t” Davis insisted. “And Willie left me in charge. Not you.” He was feeling trapped again. Pinned by this woman just egging him on. He could attack her…hide her…that was all well and good, but Mara Sable might be okay with throwing him back into the Power House with no problems just to have him. Mary didn’t scare him. It was what the alternative was.

“And what about the other people you’ve knocked around? I know about at least one. And the way Willie tried to run away from you in Arkham, looked worried about going back to you and left you? He looked happy away from you, you psychotic dreg.”

He stood rooted, hands still buzzing with energy. His experience with Dick Grayson had taught him to never lower his guard against one of them. Like Daughter like Father or whatever. It made sense considering what Nicole was like. “What’s going to happen if put these down? This is still being filmed by the security in Willie’s house. It’s not going to vanish like Arkham.” Not that he knew who caused it. He didn’t know Mary Morris had gotten rid of the footage on her own. Mara Sable had just told him the footage had ‘vanished’. His release was due to the abuse he had be dealt with, the hope he wouldn’t sue for this bit of ‘sabotage’ and most importantly: because someone wanted him for a job. He had a task to fulfill still.

“And don’t you talk like you’re so high and mighty when you don’t know anything about my life or how it was.”

[oraclebeyond]

“If Willie was so scared, how come he celebrated his birthday with me before he left?” Mary demanded. “He came back, we had a wonderful evening and an even better night.”

By emphasizing the last word, she was sending the message that she was more than just in Willie’s good graces. He’d never, so long as she knew him, been given to hooking up for the sake of getting a little satisfaction. On the contrary, he’d always been someone whose heart drove his mind.

To his threat, she responded with exaggerated laughter. “Oh, oh, oh! Yes. The surveillance. Which is uplinked to systems you can’t fry, so if you nailed me, I think Willie would realize who the real dreg is here.”

“You see, I don’t go about putting the lives of others on the line. So you got slapped. Grow the hell up. You’re a big boy, old enough and ugly enough to manage.” She advanced closer, speaking softly enough for the mics not to pick it up, “Or are you not man enough to handle a little thing like me?”

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[my-deception-and-perfection-dea]

"You shouldn't have said that" - oraclebeyond

“It’s a free country, Mary. Besides, what are you going to do, hit me again? If you think Deej was pissed the first time, he’ll flip when he hears you hit the very pregnant mother of his child.”

[oraclebeyond]

“When do I have time for friends, you selfish bitch?” Mary shrieked. “Some of us put our families, our kids, the communities before ourselves. Before going out and doing drugs or getting drunk every night. I don’t have time to behave like an idiot like some people I know.”

But oh, Mary was hurt, and her eyes showed it. She turned away as tears threatened in her cornflower blue eyes.

She loved Willie and hadn’t seen him since his birthday. It hurt more than Blade knew.

[my-deception-and-perfection-dea]

“Motherhood is not the only thing that defines you as a person!” Blade yelled back, any handle she had on her temper gone. “You choose to let that dominate your time and energy, and that’s not my fault, or my problem!” she let out a long laugh, hands on her hips.

 “I’m twenty! It’s not like I’m going to do that once Tristan’s here. What, can you honestly tell me you were some perfect angel in college? Because I know damn well that’s a lie.” 

It felt good to hurt Mary, it felt cathartic. She wanted to hurt Mary like Mary had hurt her. She called her an idiot, a slut, a bitch every time she saw her, and it was beginning to wear Blade down. Let Mary hurt, let Mary feel low. 

“I swear to god, I think you’re fucking bipolar.”

[oraclebeyond]

Mary wanted to beat her, piledrive the blonde into the carpet, but she couldn’t go that far. That would terrify her and cause issues with D.J., and she loved her brother enough to not put him through it.

Instead she walked right into Blade’s personal space and spat out, “Go through what I have the last two and a half years, and tell me if you come out of it the same as you went in.”

“Or have you ever considered the toll it takes to go through all that? You’ve never lost a goddamn thing you didn’t throw away with both hands. The hells I’ve survived? You wouldn’t make five minutes, let alone two years.”

[my-deception-and-perfection-dea]

"You shouldn't have said that" - oraclebeyond

“It’s a free country, Mary. Besides, what are you going to do, hit me again? If you think Deej was pissed the first time, he’ll flip when he hears you hit the very pregnant mother of his child.”

[oraclebeyond]

“Oh come off it. You like him hanging around, still a little moony-eyed over you. It strokes your ego and you like it. You like having a willing slave to whatever hair-brained ideas you come up with. Bacon wrapped pizza? I’m with Deej,” she shot out. “Only I’d have locked you up to keep you out of trouble. At least Willie isn’t around to get caught in the middle anymore.”

[my-deception-and-perfection-dea]

“I always knew you were a paranoid psycho, but this takes the cake. I keep friends that are boys. I’m not fucking him, nor do I have any interest!” she glowered, delicate hands curling and uncurling. 

“Do you even have any friends, Mary? Do you? Can you honestly look back on your life and say you have someone who would do anything for you, unconditionally without sex or any strings attached? I do. I have tons of friends, and I can’t believe you’re so jealous that Willie’s one of them.” she paused, looking Mary over, and laughed. 

“God, I almost feel sorry for you.” 

[oraclebeyond]

“When do I have time for friends, you selfish bitch?” Mary shrieked. “Some of us put our families, our kids, the communities before ourselves. Before going out and doing drugs or getting drunk every night. I don’t have time to behave like an idiot like some people I know.”

But oh, Mary was hurt, and her eyes showed it. She turned away as tears threatened in her cornflower blue eyes.

She loved Willie and hadn’t seen him since his birthday. It hurt more than Blade knew.

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[saythankyoumaster-deactivated20]

Was this your childhood? You know it should have been.

[my-deception-and-perfection-dea]

"You shouldn't have said that" - oraclebeyond

“It’s a free country, Mary. Besides, what are you going to do, hit me again? If you think Deej was pissed the first time, he’ll flip when he hears you hit the very pregnant mother of his child.”

[oraclebeyond]

“I never once raised my hand to him,” Mary argued angrily. “And you were emotionally abusive. You still are. You keep him dangling around to make you feel extra special and pretty when you’ve supposedly moved on with my brother.”

“Tell me I’m wrong. Lie to me like you lie to my brother.”

[my-deception-and-perfection-dea]

“What the fuck did you just say?” Blade’s tone took a drop from haughty to deathly serious. “I ‘keep him around’ because he is my friend. I’m sorry you don’t get that platonic friends are a thing.”

“I have never lied to your brother!” she cried, color rushing to her pale face in fury. “Why can’t you just accept that I love him? I wouldn’t be keeping this kid if I didn’t want to stay with him forever! I can’t believe what a bitter, twisted old shrew you are! My god, you aren’t happy so you don’t want anyone around you to have any happiness either. I had really, really hoped we were over this shit, but I guess we aren’t.” 

[oraclebeyond]

“Oh come off it. You like him hanging around, still a little moony-eyed over you. It strokes your ego and you like it. You like having a willing slave to whatever hair-brained ideas you come up with. Bacon wrapped pizza? I’m with Deej,” she shot out. “Only I’d have locked you up to keep you out of trouble. At least Willie isn’t around to get caught in the middle anymore.”

[trynsave]

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[oraclebeyond]

nniarra:

awesome-picz:

 Eyes As A Canvas

I can’t even put my eyeliner on straight wtf is this

[my-deception-and-perfection-dea]

"You shouldn't have said that" - oraclebeyond

“It’s a free country, Mary. Besides, what are you going to do, hit me again? If you think Deej was pissed the first time, he’ll flip when he hears you hit the very pregnant mother of his child.”

[oraclebeyond]

my-deception-and-perfection:

oraclebeyond:

“If I wanted to hurt you, Blade, I wouldn’t leave a mark.” She narrowed her eyes. “But you are a cold, insensitive bitch. How dare you throw Willie in my face? Did it ever occur to you that I had real feelings for him?”

“So big and scary, Napoleon.” she snorted, though Mary wasn’t much smaller than she was.

 “And no, it never did occur to me that you had real feelings because you spent so much of your time being jealous and controlling! I was really worried you were beating the shit out of him, seeing how quick you were to attack me for merely being an ex. Given his history of abuse with his dad, it was scary! Am I so wrong?  He’s an adult who can make his own decisions. He has his own baggage, and he doesn’t need yours too.” 

“I never once raised my hand to him,” Mary argued angrily. “And you were emotionally abusive. You still are. You keep him dangling around to make you feel extra special and pretty when you’ve supposedly moved on with my brother.”

“Tell me I’m wrong. Lie to me like you lie to my brother.”

[my-deception-and-perfection-dea]

"You shouldn't have said that" - oraclebeyond

“It’s a free country, Mary. Besides, what are you going to do, hit me again? If you think Deej was pissed the first time, he’ll flip when he hears you hit the very pregnant mother of his child.”

[oraclebeyond]

"If I wanted to hurt you, Blade, I wouldn’t leave a mark.” She narrowed her eyes. “But you are a cold, insensitive bitch. How dare you throw Willie in my face? Did it ever occur to you that I had real feelings for him?”

[powerhungryrewire]

House Sitting Gone Awry

[oraclebeyond]

powerhungryrewire:

oraclebeyond:

“What am I doing here? Like I’m going to answer your questions. But you’re here alone in Willie Watt’s house.” Mary’s declaration was imperious though tinged with certain anger. There was still fire in her words though she was not seeking the offensive position. Having decked Dusk before and ending up before a judge for her ill conceived conduct, she wasn’t about to do it again, though she remained vigilant for impending attack.

He seemed almost to glow. The sparks shot out from his hands made her angrier still in her state of worry over Willie’s well being.

“Where the hell is Willie? And why shouldn’t I call the cops on your sorry ass?” she demanded. “You fire those things at me and you’ll end up in Arkham again. Remember Arkham? The place you got sprung from because they felt sorry for you for getting hit by a girl?”

“I locked the slagging doors! You’re breaking and entering! That’s pretty damn illegal last I checked!” He knew one shock could probably do her in. Phycially, Mary easily had the advantage. He had always been a thin person (though thankfully not as thin as Ghoul) and Mary had a lot more meat on her. He had the powers though. He could do it…if he didn’t have something he was supposed to do.

“I’m house sitting you crazy dreg! And like hell I’m telling you where he is. What are you going to do? Smack him around for leaving you? I’m not the first person you smacked for not doing anything and I bet you’re not the last.” Sure that probably wasn’t true. According to Willie, Mary had fought one of Willie’s exes in Arkham. He had grumbled how life just kept getting crazy even when he was tucked away in Arkham.

Even with the threat of Arkham, he wasn’t lowering his hands. Mary would try and slug him again and probably start smacking him around now that there were no witnesses. He was agitated all because of her. No one could help him except himself and her Dad had nearly killed him last time. “Yeah I know about Arkham. It’s a place where you definitely belong with all the stuff you’ve pulled.”

She leaned her upper arm against the doorjamb. Arms crossed over her chest, Mary informed him, “I was given access. Who do you think was looking after the place when it was being renovated?”

“But since we’re on the subject of crimes, let’s do a comparison. Kidnapping. Attempted murder. Multiple counts of assault and battery. All that versus one punch, and one slap. A punch you more than had coming I might add. My Dad nearly died. You might not have given a damn about yours but mine is everything to me, and I won’t apologize for being angry as hell at you for nearly taking him away from me, my Mom, my brothers - one of whom is barely a teenager, I might add.” Mary stopped to brush the tears from her eyes.

“I have never laid a hand on Willie in anger. But you keep it up? Fire those damn things at me? Go ahead. You’ll have not only every cop in this city after you, but every cape.”

“I’m an angry single mother who lost her husband, very nearly lost her boyfriend to a bunch of rogue robots, and who almost lost her father to your selfishness. At least I have an excuse for having a breaking point. What’s yours? Other than being a spoiled little twip?”

[oraclebeyond]

Hey. Deej got called into work, and my parents are on vacation. Is there a chance, as future auntie, that I could ask you to take me? Olive branch, or whatever.

Mary wanted to laugh into the phone. Her brother’s girlfriend, the Mantrap, calling her for help.

“Let me guess. You’ve gone through all your ex-boyfriends and every boy who ever had a crush on you before you decided to play the ‘family ties’ card?”

[oraclebeyond]

my-deception-and-perfection:

oraclebeyond:

“Oh, I’m not coming for your benefit,” Mary assured Blade. “I’m coming for Tristan’s benefit. Babies don’t do well around arguing and tension. I’ll be there to help. And I’m expecting to do your part and behave yourself, too.”

It had been so long since there had been a baby in the family, and Mary had started to have those urges again when she was with Willie. If it hadn’t been such a cluster she might’ve suggested they try. Now her brother had managed to spawn in this particular stream, she’d take advantage of the opportunity to get lost in the fun of a new baby without all the baggage that came with it.

The early days were the worst, she knew from experience. Her Dad had been a godsend when Beez was tiny and squawking all the time. At the time, she saw more of her Dad than she had of Brandon, who was basically gone after her daughter was two weeks old so they’d not had the time to really figure out where they stood.

For Deej’s sake, she hoped he’d have a better time of it. Mary had cried, screamed into her pillow, and bared her soul to her Dad. Brandon never knew what she went through. Only her Dad had seen her brought that low by self-doubt and the challenges of being a new parent. Even if she wasn’t Blade’s biggest fan, Mary would be as supportive as possible. The last thing she wanted was to see her nephew go through the same crap as Willie had.

“Having a baby changes your life. It does change your focus, your trajectory, but it’s for the better. The key is to find a balance between your ‘me’ time, your couple time, and your baby time,” Mary assured her. “And that’s why I’m going to be around. To make sure you two can get enough sleep until Tristan gets settled in and on a schedule, and that you don’t lose sight of your relationship in a healthy way while you’re getting used to having a little boob muncher added to the equation.”

Chuckling at the memory of the egg baby, Mary had faith in her brother’s abilities. He’d about driven Mom nuts when she got pregnant with John, and really stepped up to help out when he was a baby. It was only fair that someone helped him the same way, and Mom was so busy all the time. With Beez enjoying time with her Grandpa Dick, Mary would be free to help fill that gap.

“He didn’t tell you that he tried to rewire it first, did he? He crossed the wrong wires and it got stuck in a crying loop rather than a giggle loop.” Shaking her head, she added, “I love my brother, but he did better with a real baby than an electronic facsimile.”

“Of course you aren’t,” Blade shook her head. “God forbid, right?” but it wasn’t acidic as things typically were with her. Blade regarded Mary in a way that old friends did.

Although it didn’t seem obvious to her, the more Mary spoke, the less tense Blade became. Her hands stopped dancing, and her jaw unclenched slowly but surely. Thinking about the birth had her holding tension in places she hadn’t even realized.  “I…really appreciate that, Mary. Thank you.” the relief trumped the suspicion right now. “I’m scared he’s going to pull the macho crap after Tristan is born when I really need him to be open and supportive. Do you think that will happen?”

“Boob muncher. What a sentimental way to refer to it. No, we’re getting him on formula ASAP.” she shook her head. “I don’t want to get saggy.” but even if she did, she could get surgery for that like her mother. Breast lifts were easy, and she wouldn’t use silicone if she could help it.

“No, he didn’t! He just told me it starved to death under a pile of clothes in his closet. Now the story really unravels.” she chuckled. “I’m glad to hear he did a fine job with Beez and John. Of course, he’s read What To Expect cover to cover a few times now. He should be an expert by time Tristan gets here.” 

Shrugging as they pulled into a parking stall in the hospital parking lot, she said, “I don’t know what he’s going to do. He was always a little pain in the ass to me when he was little, tattling to Mom every time I broke one of her rules. Macho stuff? Don’t tell me, the blue in his blood has started making him act like an asshole?”

From her mother she’d heard all about the argument over the baby’s name. She’d teased Deej about it, and even though they’d settled on Tristan, he said that he still thought the name he wanted would be cool. Even if it sounded like a leprechaun’s name - an opinion he clearly wasn’t overly fond of.

“They munch boobs. And that’s a good thing. Best weight loss you can have after giving birth? Breastfeeding. The hungry little peanut will suck the baby fat right out of you. And turn it into mounds and mounds of poop. Something tells me that’s going to annoy you a lot more than a bit of boob sag. Those things aren’t going to stay up there forever.” Mary, in her thirties, still had perky breasts, but hers were tiny little bee stings next to those her brother’s girl had. She was quickly coming to the conclusion that the men in her family were into boobs.

But he does mean well, for all his faults, Mary had to concede if only silently to herself. “He’s probably got it memorized. God help you, Blade, he’s going to drive you up a wall before it’s over. But in a good way. At least he’s around.”