I think it would be reaaaally funny if it just ends with Rem being awake. Like already in Vollachia and Rem being up. Cause then everyone can freak out and there will be a lot of Rem posts. Also, it's just a really good cliffhanger and Kadokawa can justify making more Rem figures I guess.
But then season 5 episode 1 just shows Rem choking Subaru and I honestly don't think that many people would be upset about it since Subaru's whole behavior toward Louis and all. Or maybe this is just because I'm not on twitter and I primarily encounter stuff on reddit.
Side tangent- why are there like, 4 subreddits for Re:Zero? There's the official one and the unofficial one. But the unofficial one has been around longer I'm pretty sure. And then there's the witch cult one, and I swear there is another one I'm not remembering.
But yeah, I'm just excited for the fan reaction toward Re:Zero and honestly, seeing the different discussions every week has been very enjoyable!
AHHH I like this episode a lot. Also, learned you can change layout of images in tumblr right now.
Poor Subaru looked so stressed constantly this entire episode. I was scared that he was about to slap Beatrice again when he was stressing about her seeing his arm, which didn't she actually see him trying to scratch it out in the novel or webnovel? It's been a while. I'm not quite sure I remember well.
But yeah, there was a cute EmiSuba moment! Emilia is growing feelings! She may feel the physical signs of it but not recognize it, but I'm happy to see it! It's cute that she just finds herself watching Subaru. It's nice to see a character slowly grow and realize their own feClings. Too bad Subaru wasn't exactly in the righu mind to invest himself in the moment....
And also "Murder becomes a habit." Didn't know Subaru was an Agatha Christie fan. Or somebody in his family was. I don't know why but when I read the chapter back then I thought he was referring to Crime and Punishment which no, he wasn't.
But yea, poor Subaru being put through the wringer right now wondering who he can trust. But most importantly, who is Natsuki Subaru? I find it so interesting how he can doubt his previous self so much. That Natsuki Subaru is part of that list of people he cannot trust.
But yeah, great episode! Can't wait for next week!
This is just headcanon, but I don't think transfem Subaru would change her name to Natsumi.
Natsumi is a persona. But she's still a very genuine avenue for Subaru to explore femininity and the confidence that can be gained from it. And of course it's very easy to see how something like that could lead into realizing she's actually a girl too, but in a similar way that playing an idealized dnd character or drag performance would. Natsumi is Subaru's ideal self (canon description!) and that's still true either way.
But I think Subaru is still Subaru. Like, I think she'd go by the same name. It's gender-neutral (the canon Subaru genderbend uses the same name) for starters, but beyond that the name holds deep significance. Not just from a meta characterization standpoint, but because "Subaru" is the name of a star cluster, and that's the whole reason Subaru is into stars to begin with. I think that all versions of Subaru, cis or trans or genderbent or canon, like their name and would not choose to change it.
Additionally "Natsumi Schwartz" is the full name, and I highly doubt she'd ever change her family name especially. There is so much emphasis on Subaru's family and the fact that they can no longer be together. Carrying around the Natsuki surname matters. And I kinda don't think she'd go by "Natsumi Natsuki"
Idk I think Subaru's name just holds too much significance, both narratively and from a personal standpoint. That's why I can't really see any version of Subaru willingly and happily changing it.
Again, this is all headcanon so I don't think it's wrong to imagine a version where she changes her name to Natsumi or anything. It's just preference for me. But I also have a lot of different headcanons for Subaru anyway
I support the headcanon! I (personally) never thought that Subaru would change his name due to both reasons of it holding a lot of significance narratively but also because it's pretty gender neutral. But also, I'm just a sucker for names and their meanings especially with Re:Zero with a lot of names holding meanings like Satella's name in the IF Route also being Luna. Both names derive from something that orbits the earth (and well that one satellite that orbits the moon but I'm talking about the earth ones here).
But yeah, I just like the name Natsuki Subaru and all the other names in Re:Zero! They all hold a lot of meaning and I like that.
Okay, so imagine, Peter is in Gotham. He has been Spider-Man for a while, and the Batfam knows his identity and vice versa. But they do not know the exact details of Peter’s life, other than some broad strokes.
Now Scarecrow attacks, and Peter gets hit with fear toxin properly for the first time. Maybe it is because he has dealt with Mysterio before, or his metabolism, or his spider sense, or maybe a combination of all of them, but the toxin does not work on him like it does on others.
The Bats are low-key panicking. This is Spider-Man. Containing him if he goes feral is going to be hard. Protecting others from him while also protecting Peter from himself seems almost impossible. They tense.
But somehow Peter is in control. They defeat Scarecrow and secure him, but everyone is on edge because Peter is different. He is extremely quiet. Every movement seems calculated.
After the battle, he gets onto the roof of a nearby building and sits there, still as a gargoyle. It is so jarring to see Peter like this.
Jason is the first to move.
Some follow at a distance. Others stay on comms, ready in case things go south.
When Jason gets close enough, it is obvious.
Peter is looking at something. Or someone. He is straining, like he is forcefully keeping every muscle in his body under control.
“Peter?” Jason calls, careful. “Hey. It’s not real.”
“I know.”
His voice is steady. Grounded.
But he does not look away.
“Peter.”
“I know,” he repeats, softer this time. “They would… they would never blame me for any of it. They would never be this mean.”
There is a hollow sort of humor in the small laugh that follows.
“It’s just… I haven’t seen them in a while, you know?” he adds quietly. “There is nothing of them here. Not even a grave. I…”
He cuts himself off, a sharp, involuntary shudder running through him.
Then, much more softly,
“Just give me a minute. I just… want to look.”
Jason feels something in his chest crack open.
Behind him, someone inhales sharply. Dick, Tim, it does not matter. They all feel it.
And if the Batfam gets a little more protective after that, that is nobody’s business but theirs.
Peter stirred in the medbay, hands already searching for his daughter even dead asleep. His pats grew more frantic as he went longer without feeling her in her usual spot, slotted at his side and cuddling his arm.
“May…?” He fought harder to wake up, drowsily calling for his daughter. His eyes cracked open, and immediately blew wide. Unknown cot, sterile gray interior, unfamiliar smells, unfamiliar sounds, unfamiliar place. And most importantly, his daughter wasn’t next to him.
“Maybelle!” Peter shot up, his side stinging with the familiar itch of his healing factor. Oh. And stitches. Neat.
Farther down, or up, Peter heard her call for her daddy. Thank sweet baby Spider-Jesus. That at least meant she could hear him. Calling for her like it was a bad game of Marco Polo, Peter ignored everything else.
He was already moving before his brain caught up, swinging his legs off the cot and stumbling forward. The first door didn’t open fast enough. Peter shoved it, and the reinforced panel bent inward with a shriek of metal before snapping off one hinge. He didn’t slow down. The second door fared worse. The third he didn’t even register breaking, just that suddenly he was out into a much larger space.
Rushing into the room she was in, he saw one of the worst scenarios playing out right in front of him.
There, in the middle of… a cave, apparently, was Red Hood.
Y’know. Only the guy who once put eight decapitated heads in a duffle bag. Sure, he wasn’t all bad now, but that was for regular folks.
Right now he was holding Peter’s very sticky, very meta daughter.
Y’know. The thing the Bats were blatantly against being in Gotham?
Peter’s expression cooled, tension snapping into place as adrenaline cut through the last of the grogginess. His posture shifted automatically, ready for a fight. He could take these guys. Long enough to at least get May back and retreat.
He was so focused on his daughter he almost forgot to register that there were several other people in the… cave. God, he felt like he’d walked into some edgy teenager’s secret hideout wet dream. Was that a fucking dinosaur?
Mayday, meanwhile, was completely unconcerned. Peter thought her baby spidey-sense had been developing nicely, but maybe the multiverse traveling was messing it up or something. She had one fist tangled in Red Hood’s jacket and was enthusiastically patting the front of his helmet. It was very nerve wracking.
“Da!” she chirped, spotting Peter.
Peter stepped forward immediately. “Give me my daughter. Now.” Peter took a tone he didn’t often take, not even with his own rogues.
“We mean no harm, Pete.” Red Hood was the first to speak up, smartly taking a knee and setting Mayday down.
He’s lucky, too.
Peter wasn’t wearing his suit.
He had no obligation to spare someone endangering his family, his baby.
She happily wobbled to her dad, babbling enthusiastically. In any other situation, he would’ve been cooing at her and taking a million pictures. Instead, Peter scooped her up and checked her over quickly, hands running over her arms, her back, her head, making sure she was actually fine. She stuck herself to his chest immediately, clinging like a koala.
“Sorry to interrupt this, uh, glare off,” Red Robin spoke up a little awkwardly, “but why didn’t you come to us for help immediately?”
Peter paused from where he’d picked May up, letting her stick to his back. MJ said he seemed more part possum than spider, at times.
“Uhhh… And why would I?”
Nightwing, the guy over in Bludhaven, frowned. He looked… kind of disappointed. “Well, don’t you need help getting back?”
Just like a taut rubber band suddenly going slack, Peter felt all of the tension immediately bleed out of his body. These guys must know Miguel, or at least of the multiverse.
“Holy shit, why couldn’t you people open up with that?” He’s been avoiding these people for weeks, when he could’ve gotten home to his beautiful wife so much sooner!
Peter missed the confused glances shared by the people in the room.
“So, uh, have you guys like, met Miguel or…? How’re you part of the Spider Society without, y’know, a Spider?” Peter tilted his head. Miguel never mentioned anything about coming into contact with the other web, much less establishing communication and cooperation. This was a completely different side of the web for a reason. They don’t have a Spider-Man to tie canon events together, because they have entirely different heroes with different canon events. He thinks it’s some regular guy getting orphaned here? Or maybe a planet getting destroyed…
“Spider… Society?” Nightwing tilted his head in confusion.
“Is that something from the future?” Red Robin piped up, more curious than confused. He scootched his chair closer in a way that reminded him of Penny.
Peter made a face. “The future? Hm, well, yeah I guess you could call it that. It’s more like—”
Oh.
“You guys don’t know Miguel.” He sighed. Well, there goes that hope.
“Well, I mean— we’re no strangers to time travel or the multiverse. We can still help.” Nightwing almost sounded a bit… imploring. But yeah, maybe he’s right. Maybe they can still help.
Peter squinted at them. Probably. Maybe. Fifty-fifty.
“What is the Spider-Society, exactly?” Batman spoke up from where he had been totally-not-creepily watching this whole thing go down in the shadows. He reminded him of Spider-Noir, but less cool.
“U’cle Nor!” Mayday apparently thought the same thing, pointing enthusiastically.
“No, baby, that Batman. Uncle Noir isn’t here, remember?” Peter bounced her gently, pointing out how much cooler Spider-Noir is because he gets to punch Nazis. He can’t wait till May’s old enough to punch a Nazi. He’ll take pictures and have someone record, it’s gonna be awesome. Don’t tell MJ.
Mayday nodded very seriously, like she understood.
Peter smiled. “You’ll get to punch a Nazi one day too, May. Daddy will take pictures.”
Nightwing stared in horror. The future was so bad Nazis were just… a regular thing to deal with?
Jason snorted. “We punch Nazis too.”
Peter blinked at him. “…Okay, that’s actually reassuring.”
Batman, meanwhile, was quietly offended his grandson didn’t think he was cool. He had also punched Nazis. Many, in fact.
Tim, trying to steer the conversation back to sanity, leaned forward. “So this Spider-Society… they handle multiversal travel?”
“Yeah, uh, kinda?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows. “Big hub, watches for anomalies, keeps timelines from collapsing, tries not to break canon events. You know. Light bureaucracy, mild existential dread, standard stuff.”
“…Canon events,” Dick repeated carefully.
“Yeah, like fixed points. Important things that have to happen to ensure a timelines longevity. Dead parents, Uncle Ben dying, captain close to you dying, girlfriend dying, that sort of thing.”
The entire Batfamily collectively disliked that.
“…And you’re stuck here because?” Tim asked.
Peter shifted Mayday to show the watch. He’d been able to hotwire it to keep her from glitching, but he hadn’t been able to get beyond that.
“This thing fried. They’re designed to open a portal between universes, but right now all it can do it keep Mayday from glitching.”
Red Hood raised an eyebrow. “Glitching?”
“When you’re in a universe that isn’t your own, your body is susceptible to, well, literally glitching out of existence.” Peter shrugged. “Hurts like a bit— Batman. Hurts like a Batman. Mhm.”
Nightwing opened his mouth.
“Yes, like a video game glitch. What am I? An exposition NPC?” Peter cut him off.
Red Robin leaned forward immediately, eyes lighting up. “Can I see that?”
Peter hesitated.
Mayday leaned forward and tried to grab Red Robin’s cape.
Peter sighed. “Yeah, okay, sure. You seem like a nerd. Nerds fix things.” Peter said, as though he wasn’t also a big fat nerd. He was just a poor one. This kid looked like he had a rich people laugh.
Red Robin took it, somehow materializing a toolset and some other fancy expensive equipment.
Nightwing, meanwhile, was still watching Peter with that strange, unsettled familiarity, like he was trying to solve a puzzle he didn’t have all the pieces for.
And Peter, completely unaware, shifted Mayday higher on his back and added, “So yeah, if you can fix that, I can grab May, swing home, beg my wife for forgiveness, and pretend I wasn’t stranded in,” he paused, gagging lightly, “Jersey for three weeks.”
They all seemed to collectively blink. Even the guy with a full face mask.
“…You’re married?”
“I… am literally a father? How is this the thing that surprises you the most out of everything tonight?” Peter gave them a weird look.
“Well, not the most surprising thing…” Red Hood mumbled, which Nightwing promptly smacked him for.
Batman sighed. “We will see what we can do. We may have to call in some… backup, however.”
The tension eased after that, just a fraction. The conversation shifted into something more structured, less like a standoff and more like an awkward briefing. They compared notes, Peter explaining as much as he safely could about the Spider Society, glitching, canon events, and multiversal travel, while the Bats filled him in on their own experiences with time travel, alternate Earths, and reality-shattering nonsense. Mayday migrated between clinging to Peter’s back and attempting to climb whoever stood still long enough, which unfortunately included Batman, who… actually seemed to like holding his baby.
Not that he was surprised, though. Peter puffed out his chest a little in pride. Holding his baby was a joy in and of itself. A great honor for Batman, no doubt.
Eventually, the conversation slowed, the adrenaline bleeding off into something almost… normal.
Peter adjusted Mayday again and rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh. So. I guess we skipped the part where we actually introduce ourselves.” He offered a tired half-smile. “Name’s Peter B. Parker. I’m New York’s one and only Spider-Man, but you guys can stick to Peter.”
There was a brief pause. Red Robin introduced himself first. “Timothy Drake.” was all he was willing to put forward as he worked on the watch.
Nightwing hesitated for a second, then went next.
“Richard Grayson, but you can just call me Dick.” He nervously introduced himself. God! He felt like a little kid. Why was he nervous? They already partially cleared this up, it’s not that deep. Chill. He is zen. Namaste or whatever.
Peter nodded, looking at Red Hood expectantly.
Dread pooled in Dick’s stomach. What was that about a canon event and dead parents Peter had mentioned…?
He reluctantly started taking his helmet off. “Uh, well—”
“Jason!?” How did his neighbor he lived next to for maybe a month get more attention than Dick, his literal father?
“It’s so obvious in hindsight… How did I not notice?” Peter squints, shaking his head.
“That’s a more common response than you’d think.” Jason laughs.
They exchanged more information and banter, now that Peter felt more relaxed and not like he’d have to fight all these guys and escape with his daughter. But he couldn’t help that his eyes kept landing back on Dick.
Dick raised and eyebrow as Peter got up, squinting at him. He circled him once, then twice. He even sniffed him.
“Man, you are so familiar. Is it ‘cause you all are celebrities or what?” Peter questioned.
Dick really didn’t know how to respond to that.
Jason cleared his throat obnoxiously. When Peter didn’t look at him, he did it again. Peter finally looked at Jason, judgmentally.
The man used his thumb, gesturing behind him to the prominently displayed DNA testing results.
The spidery man whipped his head back to look at Dick, even more critical.
“Holy shit, you’re my dad?” He announced, baffled. As though the results weren’t there this whole time.
He… looked exactly the same as in the pictures. Young, unlined, no gray at his temples. He looked like someone had plucked him straight out of a photograph, frozen at the age Peter remembered most clearly. The same bright eyes, the same easy posture, the same warmth that always seemed just under the surface. It was surreal in a way that multiverse travel didn’t quite prepare you for. Seeing alternate versions of yourself was one thing. Seeing your dead parent alive, younger than you remembered them ever being, was something else entirely.
For a moment, Peter forgot to breathe.
Now that he was honestly staring at a version of his dad, (just another version he chanted like a mantra, a reminder), like looking at his own face on a Spider-Man variant, it’s fine, he’s fine, they did look somewhat similar. Peter had always been told he looked more like his mother, but that was when he was a kid. Now, older, broader, worn down by life, the similarities were harder to ignore. They were close in height, built similarly, both lean and deceptively strong. Their smiles pulled the same way, a little crooked. And the eyes, yeah, the eyes were definitely the same.
Dick, meanwhile, was staring back just as intently. “I’m… surprised you’re not a redhead.”
That shocked a laugh out of Peter, rubbing the back of his neck. “Does liking redheads run in the family?” Dick looked pointedly at Mayday’s messy mop of red curls.
Jason snorted. “But did you have to sniff him?”
“I stand by that,” Peter said immediately. “He smelled familiar.”
Peter furrowed his eyebrows, looking between him and the still unmasked Batman.
“So if you’re a version of my dad, then you…” He squinted at Batman. “My alternate grandfather is a repressed, metaphobic, furry?”
Jason burst out into laughter, having to physically lean on Batman as he damn near cried from laughing so hard.
“At least my family consistently makes fun of me, even across the multiverse.” He said dryly, taking the insult in stride. His kids had probably said worse. Peter would know.
“Wanna talk more over dinner?” Jason asked after he finished laughing.
“Uh, hello? Yes, I have a dad bod to maintain, thank you.”
—+—
Dinner ended up being… surprisingly normal.
Peter sat at the table with Mayday in his lap, occasionally rescuing food from her before she could redecorate the floor. Damian sat across from him, posture perfect, watching Mayday with thinly veiled curiosity as she stuck a piece of bread to the table and then unstuck it again.
“She is… adhesive,” Damian observed.
“Yeah, we’re working on table manners,” Peter sighed.
Dick leaned forward slightly. “So… you’re married?”
Peter nodded, shoveling a bite of food into his mouth before Mayday could steal it. “Yeah. Mary Jane, or MJ. Smartest, most beautiful person I know.” Peter sighed dreamily, chin resting in his palm. “Way out of my league. She’s gonna kill me when I get back.” Which only made him make bigger heart eyes, which Jason could understand. The scarier, the better.
“You didn’t tell her you were multiverse hopping with a damaged device?” Dick asked.
Peter gave him a flat look. “I told her I was going to daycare.”
Jason snorted into his drink. Peter narrowed his eyes. This guy was getting to laugh and not be laughed at a little too much.
“And your… job?” Dick asked carefully.
Peter gestured vaguely. “Photography, sometimes. Scientist stuff when I can get funding. Vigilantism. Parenting. I'm more of a trophy husband, if we’re honest.” He lit up. “My wife is amazing, though. She’s an actress and a model, and she’s damn good, lemme tell you—” Nothing could stop Peter from beginning to brag about his wife, at that point.
It also kind of reminded Dick of Starfire, if he’s honest. Can liking redheads really be genetic?
“You seem to love her a lot.” Dick smiled, maybe a bit sappily, but it was nice to know Peter had someone so amazing in his life. Especially after mentioning the canon events necessary for every Spider-Man.
He sounded very… lonely.
Peter smiled, cleaning Mayday’s cheek dotingly. “I do.”
Mayday smacked her hands on the table. “Da!”
“Yes, baby, I’m also talking,” Peter laughed, bouncing her lightly.
Damian tilted his head. “Your life sounds inefficient.”
“Buddy,” Peter said, “you have a sword.”
“That is efficient.”
Dick laughed softly, then grew a little more serious. “What about… before? Your childhood?”
Peter paused slightly, then smiled, softer. “It was good. I had… good parents. You’ll be a good parent,” he paused, looking at Damian. “If you aren’t already.”
Damian flushed, caught between being pleased and irritated.
“Just for the love of the multiverse, stay away from airplanes and genetic engineering, yeah?” Peter sighed, knowing he couldn’t say much else ‘just in case’, he mentally mocks Miguel.
Dick’s expression shifted almost imperceptibly. Before he could say anything else, footsteps pounded down the hall.
Tim burst into the room, hair more chaotic than usual, holding the bracelet.
“I can’t tell if I fixed it or made it exponentially worse!”
Peter perked up immediately. “Please tell me you fixed it.”
Tim lifted it, the watch angrily sparking. The is starting glowing, scaring everyone but Peter.
A multicolored portal ripped open in the middle of the dining room, seemingly shifting between the different ‘artstyles’ of the multiverse. Four familiar figures tumbled through in a tangled heap, landing ungracefully onto one another. Peter sighed externally, but internally? He couldn’t have been happier.
Miles, Gwen, Hobie, Pavitr. Huh. No Miguel yet. That’s gonna suck later.
Peter shoved the rest of his food into his mouth and stood in one smooth motion, full disappointed dad energy radiating off him.
“What are you all doing here!?!” he demanded, before cutting himself off as he noticed the looks on their faces.
Gwen looked tense at her surroundings, the first to stand up and assess the Bats around her, eyes flicking from exits to weapons to posture in quick succession.
Miles looked relieved, already beginning to make his way to Peter.
Pavitr seemed, well, pretty un-tense. More excited to see Peter than anything, though his eyes lingered on the bandages and the very intimidating collection of vigilantes.
Hobie looked… not surprised. He gave a small nod. “Sup.”
“…Oh no,” Peter said slowly.
There was no Miguel. These menaces did this without permission or clearance. He knew it. He didn’t need any confirmation, because he fucking knew it in his dad gut.
“Peter! We were so worried about you!” Miles said, halfway across the room.
“If the next words out of your mouth aren’t ‘we have permission and help is on the way,’ so help me—”
“Honey?”
Peter’s mouth snapped shut.
His wife stepped through the portal.
Her hair was a bit frazzled, so very different from its usual styled manner. She was wearing one of his jackets, sleeves pushed up, and a guest bracelet blinked softly on her wrist to keep her from glitching. She looked exhausted, worried, and very, very real.
“MJ,” Peter called, breathless.
So many emotions flooded him he didn’t even bother trying to sort through them. Relief, guilt, love, panic, joy, oh no Miguel is going to kill me, all tangled together into something overwhelming. All he knew, all he needed to know, was that the love of his life was here.
He didn’t often use his enhanced speed, but by the gods he couldn’t get to her fast enough.
He crossed the room in a blur, Mayday squealing happily as Peter scooped MJ into a one-armed hug, pulling her close while trying not to crush either of them.
“You’re here,” he said, voice muffled in her hair.
Here me out. Mayday Parker in Gotham. From Into the Spider-Verse. She just got a liiiiiittle lost is all.
Peter knows about the Spider-Verse. He knows about Mayday. He has absolutely not told anyone in the Batfam because he legitimately forgot.
And Mayday? Mayday knows one thing very clearly, if she finds a dad (this world’s Spider-Man), she'll be able to find her dad......or find any Spider actually, Spiders are family after all, they'll know how to call Dad!
So she’s just… wandering Gotham. But well, Gotham doesn't exist without crimes. So of course she starts helping people.
Because she is, unfortunately, her father's daughter.
And that’s how Batman ends up with an armful of a child.
He apprehends a couple of muggers, turns around, and she is just… there. Clinging to him. She had climbed him like a tree. No hesitation. And had propped herself right into his arms.
Batman stares.
She stares back.
He goes, very carefully: “Who are you? Where are your parents?”
She immediately responds: “I’m lost! I’m looking for my dad!”
Batman: “…your dad.”
Mayday: “Yes! He’s a hero!”
Beat.
Mayday, looking curious: “Hey, did you get bitten by a radioactive bat?”
Batman narrows his eyes suspiciously because he has heard that exact sentence before. His eye starts twitching with premonition.
On comms, the Dick and Steph are losing it. Rest of the family is highly amused.
Meanwhile Peter, somewhere else, suddenly freezes, cause he recognizes that voice in the comms.
“…wait. No Way.”
“DO NOT MOVE,” he blurts. “I’M COMING. DO NOT MOVE—”
Batman: “You know this child?”
Peter: “YES—JUST—STAY RIGHT THERE—”
Five minutes later Spider-Man arrives, breathless.
Mayday sees him and immediately screams, “DADDY!!” and launches out of Batman’s arms straight into Peter’s.
Peter: “Oh my god oh my god are you okay how did you even—”
Batman, in the background: still holding empty air with blank eyes.
The Batfam on comms: actively crashing out.
Because excuse me.
Spider-Man has a CHILD???
Peter is too busy checking Mayday for injuries to notice the collective identity crisis happening around him.
“Where is your father?” he’s asking.
“I found you!” she replies proudly.
“That’s not— okay— but where is your other dad?”
This does not help anything. Cause everyone else has already started reaching for theories like, Teenage Pregnancy??? Custody Battle? Did the mother of the child remarry? What is even going on?
This is even more hilarious if Dick is Richard Parker. Cause he would be absolutely losing his mind. Like— took him ages to really connect with Peter. Thought they were getting close, but Peter has a child? That he never mentioned? What???
And when Peter brings her into the Batcave she immediately clocks Dick, turns to Peter and points and asks who that is. And Peter, distracted with trying to contact Peter B., just says “My Dad.”
So she starts calling Dick Grandpa and gives him an aneurysm.
This all ends with Peter B. coming to pick her up and the Batfam takes one look at him and now has a whole new bunch of theories including clones???
And before he leaves Mayday yells, “Bye grandpa! Bye great grandpa!”
And Peter B. is just so done at this point that he just looks up at them and is like, “Ohhh. Uh, bye dad 👋”
And fucking leaves.
Needless to say, they all ganged up on Peter and interrogated him for hours after that.
It’s the fact that Patrasche is literally willing to let Subaru stab and kill her if it means protecting his mental health and making him feel better. She is without a doubt his most loyal companion and best friend 🥹 we do not deserve this girl
AHHHHHHH I really like this episode. The murder mystery begins!
Who Killed Natsuki Subaru?
Aura Monster I guess. I watched a video explaining where the meme started.
AHH, I was really sad at this scene. Poor Patrasche...at least Subaru participates in the Patrasche supremacy after she saved his life, but still...poor girl.
It's Rem! Or is it? I'm not spoiling anything, but I'm sure a lot of people have a pretty good idea of who this might be. There's only one person who calls Subaru Hero in that mocking tone after all...
Aaaaand more strangling. While reading arc 6 a while back (a really long while back. Like years ago) if this was honestly Subaru's preferred method of taking people down if he had no weapon. No punching or kicking, just straight for the neck. But I guess right now, her and Beatrice are still part of the list of people that Subaru is suspicious of.
Awwww, poor Juli. I genuinely felt so bad for him in this one. I have a bad habit of avoiding things that make me uncomfy in fiction (The reason why I can't watch MP100 S2 past EP6 cause I don't wanna deal with the Reigen fallout), so I wasn't paying attention that much at this scene. I just felt so bad for him... I gotta re-watch it though...
And this hug with Shaula! I thought it was really interesting how this is Amnesiabaru's way of being different from Natsuki Subaru as he didn't want to simply treat her as some sort of tool, which Subaru was admittedly kinda doing, but I don't exactly blame him for it since Shaula did just snipe at him prior to making it to the tower. But look at Shaula's reaction here. She looks adorable! She really must've been so lonely being alone in the tower all those years.
The mystery starts! Who is killing Natsuki Subaru and who is using Amnesiabaru's body for killing? I thought for a second that Subaru had to be really careful covering it up cause like, oh no, the others are going to see it and be suspicious of him. But then I realized it was in Japanese so it really was just written in order to fuck with Amnesiabaru personally and make him doubt Natsuki Subaru.
I really liked this episode! Excited for the one this week to!
I always thought Subaru's experience with RBD was always such a uniquely isolating experience and it always breaks my heart because nobody will ever know what Subaru had to go through to get to the point he's at and he'll never be able to tell them because of the taboo and also even if he could that'd be such a difficult conversation to have. Like there's always that gap in the bridge that keeps everyone from fully understanding him because they only ever see Subaru's succesful attempts and not his catastrophic struggles and failures.
And with Arc 6, Amnesia!Subaru is completely isolated from others because he has no memories of who these people are and has been given absolutely no time to build a connection again which is why he handles the situation so much worse compared to Arc 1. At least in Arc 1 he had a goal, he had formed a proper friendship with Emilia which kept him going despite how terrifying it all was.
Amnesia!Subaru doesn't have that. These people know him, they rely on him, but he doesn't know them, he can't trust them or rely on them. He doesn't even know who the "Natsuki Subaru" they knew was and he'll never know because nobody aside from "Natsuki Subaru" knows the full extent of what he's gone through (Which is why Gluttony IF is so tragically ironic) And unsurprisingly it's hard to live up to those expectations of being the guy everyone can rely on when he's back to zero being the same Hikikomori NEET who locked himself in his room for years, who didn't say goodbye to his mom because he didn't wash the cup in the sink.
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