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Have you read never again, never again (they gave us two shots to the back of the head)?
Yes, previously
Yes, now that you've recced it to me
No
Voting ended onApr 5, 2025
Authour: @lightningflvsh/@bluuscreen
Subfandom: Batman
Media: Comics
Relationships: Gen (Stephanie Brown-centric)
Year: 2025
Summary:
Penguin was in jail, the man who shot Tim was in jail, what could she possibly do that was more than that? Justice had been served, even if it didn’t feel like it. Maybe because she knew they’d just be out again within a few months. At least she’d get the chance to kick their asses, then. At least she’d be able to do something, even if it amounted to nothing.
It didn’t feel like enough. Not against the bullet that had killed her best friend.
Or: Stephanie Brown is sick of losing people, and sick of being complacent. She does something about it.
Submitted by anon
This is a steph-centric take on a reverse robins AU! it's really interesting and I really love how steph is written, plus how her motivation is done is *chef's kiss*
wh. how was he trying to solve it ?? sodoku is NOT that hard especially when so many numbers are already filled in, how did it take him 20 minutes…
i’m genuinely going to have to go back to try to understand it. it was bad. he was somehow trying to go box by box??? like. so the NORMAL PERSON way of solving sudoku is by using the lines and seeing where there’s a free spot for a number. which has you looking through the entire board and hopping around from open space to open space. cellbit did not do this. cellbit tried to fill in the entire box before moving onto the next one. i fear there is genuinely something wrong with him for this one
UM UM 14. bruised / kissed with solidaritek if u Want
sometimes i think about how tango summoned a warden to fuck with everyone else and lose my mind a little.. enjoy
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After all the excitement—the running, the thrill of the others’ fear, the warden falling, Scar and Grian nearly dying—Jimmy takes one look at Tango swaying on his feet and decides it’s time for them to go inside. He pushes Tango gently towards their finished ranch and then herds everyone else off their property. The drama is done for the day and, since they can’t interrogate Tango for the details of his madness, they all leave easily.
When Jimmy enters their house, Tango is slumped against the furnace, eating a piece of steak with his eyes half-closed. Still, he visibly brightens when Jimmy enters. Jimmy feels a rush of fondness for this man, pressed against the crackling furnace to absorb as much of its heat as he can. He’s got one boot off and Jimmy kneels down to unlace the other.
“No, you don’t gotta—” Tango starts, his mouth still full, but Jimmy waves him off. He knows Tango did something to his leg underground. His own ankle twinges as he loosens Tango’s boot. Jimmy gently slides the boot off and is relieved to see nothing swollen. Tango slowly rotates his foot one way and then the other before offering Jimmy a thumbs up. “Nothing’s broken,” he says with a tired smile. He’s finished the steak now and moves away from the furnace to peel off his dusty outer layers. Jimmy sits on his heels and watches quietly.
Tango collapses on their bed, undressed, still within arms reach of Jimmy. “Are you hurt?” Jimmy asks, like he can’t feel every ache in Tango’s body, every scrape and bruise. Tango shrugs. Jimmy shuffles forwards on his knees. He gently takes Tango’s hands, the body part he felt get hurt the most throughout the day, and inspects them. Tango’s knuckles are scraped up. A callus on one of his fingers has ripped, from his pickaxe. There’s a bruise blooming on his wrist. Jimmy presses a kiss to it, before he can think better of it. Then, for good measure, he kisses Tango’s other wrist. “Thank you,” he says, holding eye contact with Tango who suddenly looks more awake, face flushed and flame-hair crackling.
“Thank you,” Jimmy repeats. “What you did with the warden—you’re incredible.”
“He didn’t get to kill anyone.” Tango mutters bitterly. “Not a super helpful use of my time, really.”
Jimmy shakes his head. “Still, that was incredible. You’re amazing.” He presses another kiss to the bruise on Tango’s wrist.
Tango looks unmoored. He clutches Jimmy’s hands tighter, like they’re his only anchor. “It was for you,” he says hoarsely. “You have to—you’ve gotta get it: it was all for you.”
i don’t think it’d necessarily be bleeding people! as someone who actually has experience with an old gold rush town they still tend to be pretty lively, even if the core community itself may not be huge. in the town i know a lot of the people have lived there their whole lives, or close to it, and i can’t imagine any of ‘em even dreaming of leaving. even when the gold is gone there’s still gonna be people that have built up their lives in that place and aren’t plannin’ on goin’ nowhere :p
THAT is a very desirable picture actually. i like that for him. it would also make sense of how he, of all people, is the sheriff. probably not a ton of crime going around and people there like him because they've known him all his life. rotating this perspective
do you have any advice on finding a lost taurtis? mine will sometimes disappear for months at a time, and he usually comes back unharmed but i still worry and would like him to come home asap just so i know he’s safe
taurtis...df hee....dsh gone............ taurtis eight month absesne..... get him back.... hold your hand out with a little cube of cheese in it and pspspspsps at him until he returns..,. taurtis..
Mumbo tries to regain a human soul: Mumbo finds himself going through some strange changes after consuming Grian. A Boatem meeting is quickly called and they work together to get him a proper human soul. Unfortunately, they aren’t too sure where to find one. Shenanigans ensue as Boatem struggles to use their collective braincells and capture the hermits one by one, continuously foiled by the fact that all of the other hermits are just so weird!
I like to think of it as more or less “Boatem goes on a Scooby-Doo arc”
