MEME CALL

i’m bored but not really in the mood to write/not at home so I’m unable to write at the moment, soLIKE/REBLOG for me to leave messages in your inbox from memes you’ve reblogged.

STARTER CALL 

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META TIME // @youre-part-of-a-machine

for those of you that have watched the show (or read hellblazer tbh), you should know, ana and i rewrite entire universes on the regular for our children. so anyway, astra logue is actually john and zatanna’s daughter. it works much better that way anyway.

right so, zee got pregnant with astra when she was 20, and she just left john in the middle of the night. now before anyone says shit, because i’m sure there are some people that will read this and be like “what a bitch”, tell me, honestly, would you want to raise a child around john constantine? no. you wouldn’t. zee’s right to leave him in the middle of the night. and? she’s completely right to go to wayne manor because? dick is a good guy. dick is a really good guy. bruce? not as much (he’s still a good man, but he’s not as good in john’s eyes), but he’s pretty good at kids. 

anyway, for the first three to four years of astra’s life, she lived in wayne manor. for the vast majority of her short life, she genuinely believed that dick grayson was her father. after all? dick was the one to take her to school, go to her school events, etc. to astra? dick grayson will always be her dad. 

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“we need to kill the lights”

“how do you even know they’re on?”

“we need to stay off the streets”

“i’ll put you in danger”

“i’m done explaining this”

“woah, she is very strong”

“sir, this is for your protection. we need this place to look closed”

“i still hear neon”

“who hears neon?”

“what do you mean he’s blind”

“i thought he was sent to spy on me, and now i’m not so sure.”

“you think he’s on our side?”

“our side of what?”

“he’s a little off in the head, but he packs a mean right hook when it counts”

“we’ll… talk about it later”

“i’m working a case”

“i think we’re safe for now”

“is there a plan where i get my scarf back”

“what, do you two know each other?”

“we met. we drank. i shot him in the head.”

“why are you still wearing that thing?”

“and uh, you are?”

“no, i can’t. i’m not doing this.”

“the less we know about each other, the better. this is… it’s too much already.”

“what are they really called?”

“it doesn’t matter”

“bullshit it doesn’t matter”

“there’s no ‘we’. they came at us; we fought our way out. let’s call it professional courtesy. end of story.”

“we’re not here to eat”

“g-d, you’re weird.”

“you wanna try that again?”

“what are you on? lithium?”

“she’s the one that came after your client?”