Did i ever tell you people that Jay had two or three tattoos (some done illegally)?
He has three birds (presumably jays) behind his ear. A moth on the back of his calf, and two dragons on his ribs.
The birds are for him and his sisters, one for each, and they're his idea of them flying away from their father.
The moth is both for the death of his past self and the rebirth of his new persona (jocelyn and Jay)
The dragons are for him and his best friend who were called spitfires during all their childhood, and who had been told by an old woman that they were fireproof (against all the shit other people spit at them) so Jay started comparing them to dragons. (His best friend is his aunts daughter, his aunt isn't actually any of his parents' sister)
It's cannon, Dana has Tony's face. She hides it with makeup because that face was stranger to her, but she has his exact same features but a bit more sharp.
So she's literally a living reminder of the man Carina left and played out of selfishness.
So yes, expect a coming drawing of them both I guess. Or maybe not. We'll see.
thinking about Dana dealing with the fact her dad, her dear, loving, adored dad, is dead and she has a sister she didn't know anything about because she was hanging between life and death and what do you mean her dad sacrified to save everyone? and blaming every other hero who could've done it in his place and Hellhoung becoming more and more violent and more and more of a hero killer until she meets peter and she's like this sugar sweetheart baby was my father's protege and a damn hero? and now she's having a moral dilema and... yeah. life after endgame is hard for her.
Word count : 2226
Summary: what happens to Athena when she's swallowed by the void?
Warnings: blood, death, major character death, thunderbolts spoilers, mental illenesses innacuracies (possible), violence, guns, child death, possible gore, panic attack (minor), abuse, maybe more
Others : Athena is part of the thunderbolts au, platonic!thunderbolts x oc, not proof read, there might be spelling mistakes
A/n: This is part one of a challenge I was given, I'll post pt2 as soon as I'm done with it, but I might be busy with school, sorry ;(
When Void showed up, she didn't know what to expect, of course she did not expect to be in the sitaution she was in right now. Even now that she was here, she didn't understand how she could've seen it coming, she should've but how was she supposed to know?
When debris had started falling, she had rushed to help people, making use of the full expanse of her powers and her strength.
It clashed with her morals, but damn it, these humans were innocents, not people who deserved death. And Bucky may have convinced her that they were worth something.
She had thought the hard part was done when debris had stopped falling, which had been stupid, she never had had that much luck.
When the little girl Red Guardian had been protecting turned into a shadow, her heart dropped. She was just a child, how could she be dead? Who did that sort of thing?
And suddenly, everyone had turned into a melee of crazy goats, running and jumping and ignoring the things her teammates were trying to say.
So Athena had taken it upon herself to take care of everyone, she tried to pull on every panic string she could feel, tugging people's minds into calmness and guiding them to safety.
She had picked up children, helped slower people, flew to go faster. She had thought that her teammates didn't need help, after all, they were perfectly capable people and they would not walk into their death. Right?
Or so she thought.
She had been too focused on people to notice Yelena Fucking Belova walking towards the shadowy mass that everyone was running from.
Until she had felt the sharp sting that warned her someone in her team was in danger. She had looked around, eyes setting on Bucky and John leading people inside, Ava and Alexei taking care of the injured and the cars that had no drivers anymore. And Yelena, oh that damn girl.
She had noticed just a little too late, barely in time to see her new and improved black widow sister turn into an atomic bomb shadow residue or whatever those things were. And when she did see her, she had been a bit too late and a bit too far to pull her back.
As soon as she disappeared Athena screamed, taking mechanical steps towards the shadowy residue before she was caught and lifted by Bucky. She trashed and struggled, wings flairing with panic and exasperation, flapping to get away from the arms taht were pulling her back and back and back and away from one of the last things she had.
She had felt the cold stone wall hit her bare back softly, freezing in place as her vision started going blurry and her body growing limp with the realisation that she really couldn't save anyone that mattered. She had slid down the wall, feeling the emptiness inside of her swallor her, take over her body and make her stomach burn, her brain spin and reel and her thoughts darken, nails digging into her flesh.
She had felt Clara fighting her to take over, self doubt covering every corner of her mind with dark, dark thoughts. She had felt her eyes water and her throat dry, but she had been pulled out of her spiraling when Bucky's metal arm had appeared in her vision, like a knight in shining armor.
He had pulled her up, whether she was willing or not, put his hands on her shoulders, shook her slightly until her eyes had focused on him and she had seemed to be listening, or at least reading his lips.
"Ava had an idea, we're going to walk into the void" He had explained, waiting until the confusion cleared from her eyes. "Are you coming?"
She had nodded, before answering with a small yet decided "I am", oblivious to the torture she was about to endure, to overcome, worse than anything she had ever lived before.
So yes, she was disappointed in herself for not seeing this coming, especially when John had said he had seen sometyhing when Bob had touched him, not that she had been listening.
When she had stepped int the void, she had been transported into a warm fall forest, autumn leaves painting the floor al kinds of shades, like a pretty portrait, a peaceful one. She managed to take a second to bask in the scent of freshly cooked dinner, in the sun coming in through the branches, in the peacefulness of it all.
Not that it lasted long.
She turned when she heard a voice, soft and happy like a child's innocence, looking down to find her past self kneeled on the floor, wild brown hair falling over the stream of water her light brown eyes were focused on. She missed how human she used to look.
But she knew this place, she knew what was coming, she knew what would happen when the soft voice would call for her again.
“Диана, возвращайся, давай, ужин готов!” (Diana, come back, come on, dinner's ready!) Called the little girl, walking deeper into the forest to find her newly made friend. “Мама не обрадуется, если ты не поторопишься!” (Mommy won't be happy if you don't hurry up!) She insisted.
And then Athena saw her younger self look up, stare deeper into the woods, far behind her. She had hoped to never meet those cold eyes again, as dark as his soul, and his hair for the matter. He looked angelic here, in the light, with his pale skin and his beautiful face. He was as thin but as strong as she remembered, and now that she saw him again, she noticed he looked like her father, like a goddamned fallen angel.
Whe? You'd ask. Well, the only person that could make a shiver of fear go down her spine, her handler and tortionary, the closest thing she had had to a parent at the time, Liesyt Acharand. The man she had killed for being too much of himself, for being the ruthless and evil being he had been.
She felt something in her stomach turn, her feathers ruffling with a fear only he could create in her. Especially when she saw her younger self turn towards the girl who had called her.
“Я иду, Селия.” (I’m coming Celia) She said as she started walking back towards the small cottage.
Liesyt and her followed behind, looking at the girl freeze when she saw a man she didn't know. She wasn't surprised when the gunshot went off, but she still flinched, eyes diverting to the blood tainting the fall leaves on the floor, the familiar thud of a body falling echoing in her ears.
She took a deep breath, trying to keep herself together, feeling another shiver run down her spine when Liesyt spoke again.
“Молодец, Диана.” (Well done, Diana), he said in his deep, gravelly and emotionless voice. Gods, he was the thing she missed the less from her childhood.
She was foolish to believe it would be over then and there, how could it? This was everything Hell had been described to be. But no, she had to hear Celia's voice again, see the mop of brown hair kneeling a few feet away from her. Oh she did not want to live this again.
“Диана, возвращайся, давай, ужин готов!” (Diana, come back, come on, dinner's ready!) Called the little girl, walking deeper into the forest to find her newly made friend. “Мама не обрадуется, если ты не поторопишься!” (Mommy won't be happy if you don't hurry up!) She insisted.
And the young one looked up again, Liesyt followed behind again, and she called back again.
“Я иду, Селия.” (I’m coming Celia)
But this time he didn't have time to pull th etrigger before Athena got between him and the children.
“Остановитесь,” She pleaded. “Они просто дети. Пожалуйста.” (stop, they're just kids. Please) she hoped to appeal to his humanity,if he even had any, wings spreading to cover the younglings behind her. But he didn't falter, he smiled, he fucking smiled. His smile had never meant anything good.
She felt hands grab her from behind and a gunshot ring, straight through her heart. He shot her, an immortal being. And she was dying. Or so she thought.
She woke up to the scene playing again, the same voices echoing in her head. She couldn't bear failing again and again. Just trying and failing over and over and over and over.
Until she had enough.
She had started to understand she couldn't change the past, she hadn't stopped Liesyt then, she wouldn't be able to stop him now. So her best chance was to run away and hopefully get out of this horrible memory. If her theory was right, she would simply run out of frame.
This was her memory, and she guessed that what she couldn't remember wouldn't happen, or wouldn't exist. That was why she couldn't hear heartbeats or feel emotions coming from others, she didn't have those abilities back then. So if she managed to get out of what she remembered, she might be able to get to Yelena.
So she ran, she ran in a straight line, as far as she could. Until she met a wall. She had expected another Void, maybe a fall, not a goddamned wall. She took a few steps back, thinking of a way out.
The wall was definitely not part of her reality, so not something she could manipulate out of the way, and taking control of this reality was definitely not something she had the time or energy to do.
So she did the next best thing, run into the wall with her super strength until it broke, or she gave up. Yet again, she was taken by surprise when she fell on hard cement, her shoulder taking the rough of the hit as she turned to look up at the gaping hole on the roof. What a bitch move.
The hole seemed to close, grey concrete replacing it. SHe remebered that roof, it was the same roof she had spent hours staring at to find shapes on it from this very same floor.
She hated this place, its plain dirty walls, its moldy and hard beds, its small space, its emptiness, and especially that fucking mirrored window. SHe knew there was always someone watching her behind it, she absolutely abhorred it.
She sat up, wings curling into her back to disappear, they took up space she didn't have and would be of not use in the closed off room. Her eyes set on the girl in front of her, pacing like an angry and feral lion in a cage. She remembered doing that many times, especially when she was pissed off.
She stood up, attention catching on the sobs coming from behind her. She turned to face her younger sister, Alina Acharand, light blonde hair covering scarred and raw skin. Her heart almost broke with guilt and pain, ALina's injuries were almost always her fault.
Her heart broke even more when she heard what the young child was muttering, words that had burned into her memory like a bad mantra.
“Это ты виноват,” she murmured. “они обидели меня из-за тебя. Это все твоя вина.” (It's your fault, they hurt me because of you. It's all your fault.)
It had made her younger self freeze and turn to face her, guilt and regret etched in her face.
“Alina” she murmured back. “Мне очень жаль.” (I’m so sorry) She even tried to reach towards her, taking a few steps in the blonde’s direction.
“Это ваша вина.” she repeated. “Я ненавижу тебя” (I hate you)
“Что?” (what?) the younger version stopped, frozen in place.
“Я ненавижу тебя” (I hate you) Snarled Alina in return.
“Нет, Алина, прости меня, пожалуйста.” (No, Alina, I’m sorry, please) SHe stopped moving, frozen in place.
“Заткнись!” (shut up!) she snapped, a wave of white energy slamming both Athenas into the wall.They felt darkness take over their view, both passing out into a deep, dreamless slumber.
When Athena woke up, she saw the scene replay again from her spot against the wall. It made her stomach hurt, digging a knife into a still open wound.
“Это ты виноват,” she murmured. “они обидели меня из-за тебя. Это все твоя вина.” (It's your fault, they hurt me because of you. It's all your fault.)
“Alina” she murmured back. “Мне очень жаль.” (I’m so sorry) She even tried to reach towards her, taking a few steps in the blonde’s direction.
“Это ваша вина.” she repeated. “Я ненавижу тебя” (I hate you)
“Что?” (what?) the younger version stopped, frozen in place.
“Я ненавижу тебя” (I hate you) Snarled Alina in return.
“Заткнись!” (shut up!) she snapped, a new wave of white energy slammed her younger self into the wall like a ragdoll, it was almost ridiculous how easily it had happened. She almost chuckled.
The third time though, she saw something change in the mirror, a sort of distorted reflection of Yelena in a room she didn't know. She had to get to her, she had to reach her, she couldn't lose her. So she pulled out he rknife, repeatedly ramming it into the window until it shattered, pushing through it to fall, again.
The wind was cut out of her as she slammed against the floor. She even let out a small grunt. She was sure she was finally going to reach her friend, but apparently the Void had other plans for her.
The dirty floor was no different than before, except for the scarttered blood stains, sitting there like an omnious warning, a sign to run as far as you could from this place.
A/N: Thanks for reading! As always, like comments, reblogs are appreciated as well as criticism as long as you're not mean. Thanks to @goddess-of-birds for challenging me to do this and I'm so sorry this had to be done in two parts T_T
So, what about Kitty and Bruce? How does Bruce feel about his son's girlfriend being a mercenary and a killer? Well, that's where things get complicated.
Bruce isn't keen on her mercenary job. He met Cheshire first, he hates her. He doesn't think killers like her, who do it for money, are people to be forgiven. He tried to reason her, tried to understand her, but all that he sees is the cold, money driven and bloodlusted persona that the girl puts on. He meets a wall and tries to not give up. But just like the joker, she's too far gone. Or so he thinks.
He meets Kitty after, he sees the ray of sunshine, albeit snappy and agressive, that she is. He also sees how good she is for Jason and how they actually do love each other. He sees the good person before the bad one. And he thinks that that girl is good, he can give his blessing. He doesn't begin to think that this redhead is the same as the one redhead who's giving trouble to his son, and neither does Jason.
When Jason learns who Kitty is, they break up. But that's a story for another day. Bruce doesn't hear why they broke up, only sees that they're not together anymore.
Then, Bruce notices the little things. Jason and Cheshire don't fight anymore, and Kitty and him are back together, Cheshire and Jason are hugging, they're worried for each other, they're working with each other, she's killing less. Well, maybe they became friends, or maybe this redhead and the other redhead are the same. But now, Cheshire is in his batcave, bleeding out, and his son is stressed as if this was the girl he loves. He puts two and two together.
But he waits, he waits for Kitty to tell him. He waits for her to trust him. But she never does. So he confronts Cheshire again. "Are you my son's girlfriend?" He asks. And she doesn't answer.
When she does, she might as well be crying. She's on edge, she knows she messed up. She knows he won't agree. And then this happens, she's probably desperate and she's speaking so softly and she tells him. "I'm a good person Bats. I swear." And she breaks. She tells him everything, especially why.
Bruce doesn't approve. Not at first. He says she shouldn't kill anyways, even if they're bad people. She says she can't do that, that it's her way of helping, because she's seen how bad things go.
Bruce takes some time to warm up to her idea of justice. He never does fully. But just as he did with Jason, he tolerates it. As long as she doesn't cross the line. He'll fight her on it, yes, but he won't stop her. And that's, what Bruce thinks of Cheshire. She's not bad, she's not evil, but she's not a saint.
I'm taking the opportunity to introduce Kitty Kyle :D
Kitty is Selina Kyle's daughter, as seen by the last name. She was just another Gotham child with less than ideal parents when she ran away, stealing for a living, she got caught stealing from Selina and she decided to teach her and take her in.
She's a mercenary and a vigilante that's dating Jason Todd. The how and why and when they met is a story I'm currently writing, so you may get it soon. Her Vigilante name is Cheshire, and she's a pain in the ass, Batman doesn't really like her, mostly because she's a metahuman that won't stop killing in his city, but he tolerates her for Jason.
She's trying to be better after she started dating Jason, trying to kill less, do drugs less, drink less, smoke less, but she's also borderline and unmedicated so... that goes about as well as you'd expect. But she's trying. She is actually getting better now that she's with him, she allows people to touch her and she fights less. She stopped being impulsive as much and actually tries to settle down.
Screaming matches and power showcases are an usual occurrence between the two, since they're always trying to be right and trying to be better. They've got fragile egos, I'm sorry. But as much as they fight (sometimes fistfight), they always apologise and make up. The scene felt like something that would happen between Jay and Kitty, but she would never actually stab him. And yes, she's a hellenist, she prays to the Greek pantheon and swears with gods and not God.
I'll make a more in depth post about her soon, if anyone is interested :)
Summary: an insight on Jay's first breakdown with his father
word count: 1047 words
Warnings: violence, blood, abuse
A/N: I had a really clear idea of how and when Jay would cross the line between protecting and getting revenge. Jay is heavily inspired on Matt Murdock (the daredevil series version), but I don't remeber exactly what moment inspired me to write this. He's sort of his family's Daredevil.
Jay Kane had always been a fighter. He knew that since the day he was born. It wasn't just about his mentality, no, it was about the weight of his last name on his hands, hands that had punched, and punched, and punched some more, fists that were stained with blood, blood that never left, no matter how much he washed it off.
It haunted him, how much he had hurt people. He still remembered the nights where his mother hid him in his closet, locking the door from the outside, nights where her cries and begs resonated in the empty apartment, nights where his fear had engraved the sounds in his memory.
When he started hitting people, he remembered, and he knew, deep down, that he wasn't so different from Javier Kane, it absolutely terrified him.
Jay Kane didn’t have a lot of fears. He was terrified of being like his father, but it wasn’t his greatest fear. He was also terrified of seeing his sisters injured, he always feared the day he wouldn’t be there to protect them.
Maybe that was his greatest fear, seeing his younger sister injured by the hands of his father. He didn’t have a favorite, but Aitana was strong, she was a fighter too, not Vivienne, he feared more the day Vivienne would get hurt.
Vivienne was a sweet kid, the sweetest. She was the better sister out of the three, the perfect one, the favorite one, the softer one, the weaker one. Everyone said she was such an easy kid for someone with autism, whatever that meant, but it just made her all the more fragile.
Vivi was only eight when she was faced with the reality of how harmful her father was, she was eight when Jay’s worst fear became a reality.
Eight wasn't much older than the moment Jocelyn had first seen his father hit his mother, or the time Aiatana had faced the screaming matches between her older sibling and the man of the house. But everyone agreed, eight was too young for Vivienne.
Any year before she was far from harm would be too young for the child to see the harsh truth.
Well, saying everyone agreed was a lie, their father didn't agree, no, he thought that no age was too young to be taught, no matter the child. If he had to hurt a daughter of his, he didn't care what age they were, they would learn, and they would learn the hard way.
The second his youngest daughter had shown signs of disrespect, or what he saw as disrespect, he decided to teach her.
Jay and Aitana reacted as soon as they heard his booming voice, one moved to step in between while the other moved to hide the smaller one. But when they met in the hallway panic washed over them like a cold shower.
It wasn't Jay who was getting screamed at, or Aitana, it was none of them who were about to take their father's anger, it was Vivienne.
On that second Jay saw red.
When he saw Javier holding his sister’s arm he didn’t think, ripping her away from his grip and pushing him back towards the table. The vases came crashing down, broken glass scattering on the floor, surprised carving itself on his father’s face.
He didn’t quite know if the noise had truly been that loud or if it just resonated in his ears. But he didn’t care, grabbing his father’s collar and screaming at him.
“You don’t get to lay a hand on her, do you hear me? Not anymore.” He snarled.
He didn’t register his father’s answer, but it was enough for him to punch the older man. And just like that, they were engaging in a fist fight.
Jay punched as hard as he could, struggling against his father, trying to overpower him. More things crashed and more furniture was hit but he didn’t care. He felt like an animal fighting for his life.
He didn't notice Aitana ushering their sister in the closet, or hear his mother shouting at him to stop. He just felt the flesh hitting his fists.
He hit harder than he ever did, harder than he beat up the guy that tried to hit on his little underage sister, or harder than that racist at school, releasing all his rage into his punches. Until the point where his father’s hands released his wrist, going limp.
And even then, he didn’t move until his sister pulled him up. He felt numb, barely focusing on the beat up face in front of him. Barely focusing on anything at all. He was breathless, rage heaving on his brain like a fog, blurring his vision, lighting up every nerve ending on his body with fire.
His blood felt like molten lava, his hands burning like coals. He could barely see the small girl standing in front of him, asking him what went through his head, or his mother checking on his unconscious father.
He had done that, he had done worse than his father. He was shaking, shaking with adrenaline and with the realisation that he and his father were... the same.
It left a bittersweet taste in his mouth, one he wanted to spit out and throw up. He may have taught his father a lesson, but he had also beaten him up the way he used to hurt him, leaving him limp and hurting. No, he had done worse. His father had never knocked him out.
He looked down, walking away and into the bathroom. He stared at the crimson staining the water, at the dark and torn spots on his knuckles, the calluses, the pain. They were proof of what he had done. He would never come back from this one, he would never be able to take it back.
He had gone too far, he had crossed the line he promised to never cross. He was sure his sisters would see him as a monster now, and his mother… They had all been terrified of him.
That day, Jay made a decision. He would never again give in to the fire in him. He would never hurt his family again. Or at least not in front of him.
I hope you liked it ;D, likes, comments, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated, please do not repost without asking for permission.
Love love love characters that present themselves as emotionally open social butterflies but the more you see of them the more obvious it is that they’re the most closed off fuckers in the story. Sure, they want to help you with your personal problems and messy emotions, but if you turn that shit back on them, they’ll shut down or deflect every time. Why are you sticking your nose in their business anyway? It’s not like it matters. They’re not a person, they’re just a role being played. They’re the guy who fixes things and saves people. Please ignore the man behind the mask, he’s fine. Everything’s fine.
