what if a modern-au!cass spent every day by faizul’s grave. and what if modern-au!steph was the cemetery groundskeeper who offered cass an umbrella when cass had been out in the rain for hours. meet-sad hijinks ensue?
This is a wip about banshee!Tim gradually adopting all the bats and keeping them alive. It has the possibility to be an eventual Robin pile but I haven't fully decided on where it'll go. The original intention was to eventually have it be damitim but honestly it could go jaytim, dicktim or just robin pile. If you have a preference I'm all ears.
Talia becomes aware of her father’s shadow at the age of five. A boy with skin so white she half expects him to be translucent and eyes so frigid they put the winter sky to shame. He lingers in shadows and darkened corners, ever silent and ever watching. Her father never mentions him, not even when he perches on the arm of his throne or steals bits of meat from his plate. She half thinks she’s crazy for the first thirteen years of her life but doesn’t once dare to ask. Secrets get you killed in this world and this is one she’s not willing to die for.
He never speaks to her. Never seems to speak to anyone. He’d be an afterthought if his presence wasn’t so alien.
At the age of thirteen, the night before her first solo mission, she wakes to find him sitting on the edge of her bed. No scream comes; she’s learned the only one she can depend on is herself.
He touches a finger to his lips and she remains silent as the guards outside walk past. When the lights from under the door fade, he speaks for the first time.
“Tomorrow, you’re going to die.”
Talia’s hand curls around the blade beneath her pillow. “Is this a threat?”
“A fact.” His face is cold, emotionless. It’s like looking into the depths of a still pool; all she sees is herself staring back. “You will die many times in this world and you will pay dearly for your return.”
“The pit,” she understands.
“If you’re smart, you’ll start saving what pieces of yourself you have left. You’ll need them one day.” He stands. Instead of opening the door, she watches as he finds tiny handholds in the stone of her wall and begins to climb to the ceiling. There’s a small hole six meters up, where the smoke of her fires can escape. It’s barely big enough for his head.
“Who are you?” She calls as loud as she dares.
“When the time comes, I will scream for you. Follow the sound back.”
He vanishes out the hole like smoke, body contorted into impossible shapes. Talia lays down and stares up at that dark maw of space until her eyes blur and droop.
Three days later she can’t stop the sword from cutting through her chest. She slices through her enemy but it’s too late. Her knees fall out from under her as her mouth opens in a silent cry.
Across the room, she sees a boy’s eyes turn from icy blue to black as his mouth contorts into the shape of a horrific scream; the sound rings in her ears long after it’s over.
It’s the last thing she hears as she dies and the first she hears as she comes gasping from the Pit, naked and shaking as her heart restarts in her chest.
He stands in the shadows when her father holds a hand out. Always watching. Waiting.
This repeats twenty times in the span of a hundred years. Twenty times in which she dies to a scream and returns to one. And then it stops.
He’s sitting in front of a machine, eyes big as he presses his palms to the glass. She feels something sick in her stomach but cannot place just what it means. Motherly instinct? The desire to whisk her growing child out of sight and away from this creature no one ever seems to talk about.
“His name,” he says, “what will you call him?”
The last thing she wants to do is tell him. Still, she cannot stop herself.
“His name is Damian.”
“Damian,” he sighs, croons, growls. “Damian Wayne-al Ghul.”
She never told him who the father was.
The day Damian is born is the day she loses him, if she ever had him in the first place. It’s in the way he looks past her to stare into the shadows; the way his nose scrunches and his lips curl in delight; the way he waves his grasping hands and the way she cannot stop him from leaving her arms.
“Tim,” he babbles up at the monster that has dogged her life and death. She didn't even know he had a name to give.
Damian giggles and pats at a pale cheek with his own colored fingers. “Tim!”
Tim smiles a ghastly, jagged sort of smile down at him. It’s like watching someone learn how to feel for the first time; unnatural, yet impossible to look away from. There’s color in his face for the first time, a light in his eyes like the first thaw of spring.
“Damian,” he says like it’s something reverent, something holy. It’s the level of devotion a prince deserves but she cannot find it in herself to be pleased.
It’s then that she acknowledges the bitter truth: Tim scares her in a world where she is not meant to be afraid of anything. He’s the only being she fears save perhaps her father and he’s looking at her son like he hung the stars.
What bitter irony.
For the first time, she comes to him. He’s standing just outside Damian’s room, looking in like there’s nothing he wants more and less than to go inside.
“Normally you’re inseparable. What is it?”
He’s silent for so long that she half convinces herself he’s an illusion.
“I’m leaving.”
Talia blinks. He’s never left once; not that she’s aware of. “Leaving?”
“If I stay, he won’t turn into the boy he needs to be to survive what’s coming.” Tim turns almost human eyes on her. He looks drawn and tired. “I won’t be able to let you hurt him.”
“I would not—"
“You would. You know nothing else.”
They stand together, staring at the closed door in mutual contemplation. Finally, Tim sighs.
“You’ll do your best to kill the good in him, but remember death is never permanent. Not for an al Ghul. Do more than that and I’ll come for you. I don’t care what destiny says.”
Talia’s hands itch for her knives, but she does not reach. She knows better. “When will you return?”
“When I’m needed.” He turns to meet her eyes, small but oh so fierce. “Teach him well, Talia. Show him what he needs to know to survive.”
He’s gone before she can respond. They both know she will do nothing less.
(Still, he scares her; Talia al Ghul is not meant to be afraid of anything.)
wip monday LANEARBER PUSSY CURSE IS REAL AND CAN HURT YOU
Lane’s hands tighten in the duvet. His thigh tenses and his other knee knocks against Arber’s hip. When Arber looks back at his face, he’s wide-eyed and scared, like Arber caught him. He just waits. Ignores every instinct as a shithead hockey player and a dickhead older brother to push and prod. After a second, Lane opens his mouth. “I already tried the easy way,” he says.
“The easy way,” Arber echoes.
He must sound as stupid as he feels because Lane huffs and squeezes his eyes shut. “You know, like, fingers. A dildo. An orgasm. And obviously, it didn’t work, so you—I need you to—”
“Fuck you,” Arber finishes. It’s not that he wasn’t expecting it, or isn’t up for it. It’s just that now he’s thinking about Lane’s long fingers in his pretty, wet snatch and his wires are getting a little crossed up. His dick is thickening in his pants and Lane’s eyes are still shut, the tips of his ears glowing red with painful humiliation. Arber wishes he didn’t find it so sweet.
will vs new wag.... will getting gigacucked and the psychological consequences of it oh i am beyond sat if ur onto something
LOLLLL when the first “mack will get the c” whispers started and i was balls deeeeeep in the “robyn in vancouver with child mack = will in san jose with rookie mack” comparisons, connecting all sort of dots…. i started outlining a wip that went basically like this
- like 2 years in the future mack has the c and is living with will but people are starting to murmur about the captain without a gf and how that could affect the usual dynamics etc etc (are they gonna hold the bbqs in the wm bachelor pad slash love nest?? surely that cant be right nobody is allowed to do away with the head wag tradition etc)
- will decides as always to get on top of things and basically picks mack a girl lol like goes out on a date with her first to see if she would be a good fit for mack (yes will is insane) and then springs this whole thing on mack like man you need a girlfriend we can’t have people whispering behind your back yada yada see if you like this one otherwise we go again
- and mack likes the girllll she is fun and pretty and basically a girl ver of will (if you know me you knew this was coming lol like don’t get me started on mack’s type in women being will with a wig….) so he is like okay ill make it official with her… what now
- and will at first is like ha! as always everyone is bending to my will and being herded to the Right Direction™️ under my watchful eye… except he starts feeling all sorts of things like now there is this girl in between them occupying a very defined space for mack and the team that will used to be able to squeeze into and oh no he has to leave the lovenest bc things have changed too much now
- blah blah will starts housing a rookie and being weird and distant and mack is so fucking baffled like hasn’t he done everything will told him to do? WHY the FUCKKKK is he being PUNISHED???
and yeah blah blah i fr didn’t expect irl mack to move this fast 😭 HAKZHAJHZ but maybe we are all hallucinating from boredom rn who knowssss
ugh. i want to read a tgcf fic, but i worry that if i do it will affect the fic i am writing. it’s one thing to write a fanfic of a work. it is another thing to write a fanfic of a fanfic. even if i assume our fics are too diff for this to happen you never know? i have 75% finished ghost city au that i stopped working on because i decided it was lowkey compass fanfic. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
