some excerpts

I posted a little ask meme on tumblr, where people would send me a number corresponding to one of my WIPs, and as many rose emojis as lines of it they wanted me to write & post. I thought I'd sare them here!


#22. outlaws vs. justice league: simulation. If you haven’t read the “Red Hood: Outlaws” webtoon, the premise is that Jason, Artemis, and Bizarro are made the new JL for a provation period… and then it’s revealed they’d been put in a simulation without their consent (a simulation where they showed more compassion to some of the “criminals” they meant to hunt than the JL did). Then the webtoon did nothing with that, which really disappointed me. So I ran with it instead.

“I played nice with you lot and all it got me and my friends was yet more time stolen from our lives while Bruce played mad scientist and every other member of the damn Justice League, heroic paragons of virtue, enabled him. And they don’t even have your excuse,” Jason said, pointing at Dick’s entire person with a lazy gesture of his hand.

“My excuse?” Dick’s voice had a dangerous quality about it as it slipped through his clenched jaw.

“That you’ve been his bitch since you were nine years old,” Jason said, almost playful, drinking the last of his beer before Dick would inevitably to kick the bottle from his hand.

#12. gotham: bruce plots a murder. Future fic set on the Fox show, about how that Bruce might react to Valeska killing Jason. The title sounds tongue-in-cheek but this is very angsty I swear.

The press hounds the family for days (“Jeremiah Valeska kills Jason Wayne”, a headline whispered long before being printed), but the funeral is kept private.

Some of Jason’s friends, Lucius’s children among them, are present with their families. Dick Grayson sits at the front, choking on repressed sobs. Alfred is at the other side of Bruce, with a staight back and a stoic expression; Jim tells himself he’ll have to take him away from the manor, some place without witnesses where he’ll be able to finally let it all out.

At each side of Jim stand Harvey and Lee -Harvey on his cane, Lee clawing at Jim’s forearm-, neither of them disguising the tear tracks on their cheeks. And Barbara, little Barbara Lee, feet planted lifelessly on the stools of her wheelchair, who insisted on coming straight from the hospital and wears the bitterest expression Jim has ever witnessed on a person.

Selina isn’t among the crowd, but Jim knows he saw a shadow among the gravestones. Barbara senior, who stands all the way back, saw it too. She and Jim exchange a look; he knows she’s been in contact with Oswald, ready to pass any information the minute Valeska resurfaces. Jim hopes, whatever she does, she’s discreet. He doesn’t want to have to move a finger against it.

When all it’s over, Bruce remains sitted. Jim approaches, and Alfred and Dick leave them alone. Jim doesn’t think he’s ever seen him looking so lost.

“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice cracking in the middle, “if I had taken the shot when I had the chance-”

“This isn’t on you,” Bruce whispers. This is on me, Jim hears.

#23. pison break: robins. Jason is facing the death penalty (for something he 100% did, lbr). Dick can’t take it and puts himself in the same prison.

“I know what Waller offered you, if you agreed to join,” Dick murmured. Jason hummed, cavalier, while his fingers cleaned the cuts on Dick’s knuckles with the utmost care. “You told her no.”

“And what? You think that means I’m back in the fold? That I’ll ever agree with your fruitless crusade and shove my tongue as far up Bruce’s ass as yours is?” Dick kept his expression bland, refusing to raise to the provocation. “It just means that as much as I want the clown dead, as much as I wholeheartedly believe he needs to die… I happen to be selfish enough to think his death isn’t worth my freedom.”

“Good,” Dick agreed. “Not long ago, you didn’t believe your own life was worth prolonging a single breath of his.”

(the read mores were giving me trouble again so xD)