So after the grad student cut down the tree and discovered it was the oldest tree in the world he quit studying forestry and went to study salt flats (can’t cut down the oldest trees in the world on salt flats no siree none of that happening) and he was being interviewed about his research, but in the middle of the interview the reporter just stops and says “wait aren’t the guy that…”

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Summary: Summary: Life as a ninja. It starts with confusion and terror and doesn't get any better from there. OC Self-insert OC is reborn as Nara Shikako (Shikamaru's Twin) and ends up on team 7. This brings along may changes

Author: @silverqueen

Queer Rhetorical Framing in Two Diverging Fandom Responses to a Canon Creator's Transphobia

English Department, Texas Tech University

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Tank had encountered her years ago, when he was a teenager in a homemade costume, and foiled her on his second attempt. It was almost a rite of passage - if you could take on Obscurata, you were ready for the life. Anyone who couldn’t take her down in five or six attempts tended to quit. 

It had been a surprise to see that rippling dark cape here, and a disappointment. He had... not a fondness, exactly, but a soft spot for Obscurata. She wasn’t one of the really bad ones. Older heroes steered the young ones towards her, knowing that they’d come out of a fight with her bruised but whole. She never killed. She never even seriously harmed. He hated to see her working with the Claw, who did. 

He tried not to let it distract him. Claw had taken a girl - Lily, one of a trio of new-minted girl heroes - in Tank’s city. He’d been keeping an eye on the girls, and he’d dropped everything to go in pursuit when he realized it was Claw who had Lily. Obscurata might have bruised and frightened her a little, but Claw’s captives usually wound up dead... or worse. 

Cass decides to go with the plan and sneaks through the vents. She plans to drop down behind him and poke him or something. What she wasn’t expecting was for him to suddenly perk up and turn in his seat to look right at her in the vent. How had he noticed her? Not even Superman could notice her if she knew she was sneaking up on him!

Already knowing the plan is a bust she drops down with the intention of introducing and explaining herself when something weird happens. Cass had been trained since birth to read people’s bodies. To her it was her first language. So it surprised her when Phantom seemed to be doing the same to her. Reacting to her in the same way she was reacting to him.

Danny, for his part, is also confused that this bat person seems to be communicating in what he can best describe as a mute form of ghostspeak. She only has a proto-core so she can only project the most basic of intentions to color her emotions but combined with her body movements it’s almost as easy for him to understand as ghostspeak!

It was a silent conversation but the two young heroes quickly struck up a friendship. Cass is happy that she’s met someone she can converse with without any words or sign and Danny’s happy to meet someone who’s capable of understanding and somewhat replying in ghost. The only words shared between them being those that they can’t get through a combination of body language and a weak form of ghostspeak, but they’re mostly entirely quiet.

—over the Comms during patrol—

Bruce: “…Jason. Did you raid another one of my safe houses? Two thirds of the gear stored here is missing”

Steph: “Dang dude, how’d you haul all that out without getting caught?”

Jason: “um, I didn’t?? Why’re you assuming it was me Bruce?”

Bruce: “Jason. I love you, but you are the most frequent safe house raider in the family. It is almost always you”

Jason: “okay fair, but still. Rude”

Damian: “if it was not Todd, who was it?”

Dick: “not me”

Steph: “me neither. Too much effort needed”

Duke: “I’m in bed right now, y’all woke me up…”

Cass: “no”

Barbara: “one of you gotta be lying”

Tim: “hey, we aren’t the only ones who know where Bruce’s safe houses are y’know.”

Steph: “yeeaah, but the only other Bat brazen enough to rob B is Kate, and she opted out of patrol tonight ’cause of a hangover. And we all know that the League knows better”

Dick: “I still feel kinda bad for Hal. That was not a good night for him…”

Bruce: “we still have not established who stole from the safe house. The security footage has been heavily corrupted…”

Jason: “Bruce I swear on my own gravestone I didn’t— ok hold up, someone broke into one of my safe houses too, gimme a minute”

Tim: “aaaand time to check mine…”

Duke: “why do you guys have so many safe houses? Do I need to start making safe houses?”

Barbara: “I’m going to text Selina and Harley just in case it was them…”

Jason: “eew… what the hell is on my floor- bAHAHAHHAA! Oh my GOD”

Bruce: “Jason, what is—“

Jason: “so, the good news is, I found the - hehehe - I found the missing g-gear B.”

Dick: “aaaand the news that has you wheeze laughing so hard the comms are staticky?”

Tim: “Also, what was the ew? You step in something?”

Jason: “it’s all… oh man I can’t breathe… all of Bruce’s gear is encased in lime green jelly!”

Bruce: “…what.”

Duke: “okay. This is officially worth getting out of bed for, I gotta go see this…”

—meanwhile, elsewhere—

Tucker: “what the… hey! Who left a huge mess in the kitchen! This is a shared space people! Dan, where are you?!”

Dan: “who do I get the blame for everything that goes wrong in this house?!”

Dani: “Dan. I love you, but you are the most frequent cause of damage and chaos in this household. It is almost always you”

Dan: “okay fair, but still. Rude”

Danny: “I’m home!”

Valerie: “dude, you stink of lime jelly…”

Sam: “where were you? You’ve been gone for ages.”

(Danny phases through the Batcave ceiling holding a glowing smoothie.)

Danny: Hey dad, hey grandpa. Raven says if you keep stress-brooding you’re gonna throw your back out by age fifty-two.

Batman: … Damian: … Batman: Explain.

Danny: Oh right. Hi. I’m Danny. I’m your future grandson from, like, twenty years ahead. Mom sent me back because dad accidentally started an interdimensional incident trying to prove he could “totally beat Constantine in a magic duel.”

Damian: I would never— Danny: You absolutely would. I have video proof.

Batman: Raven is the mother?

Danny: Yeah. You guys were terrifyingly in love. Whole “darkness and violence but secretly soft for each other” thing. Really gross honestly.

Damian: Father, destroy him.

Danny: Can’t. Genetic immunity. Also grandma Talia already tried.

Batman: …Talia knows?

Danny: Oh yeah. She loves me. Calls me “the tolerable Wayne.”

Damian: I despise this timeline.

Danny: That’s okay. Mom said you’d say that. Dad cried when I inherited her empathy and your anger issues though.

Batman: already opening the contingency files

Danny: Don’t bother. I inherited ghost powers from a lab accident too.

Batfamily watching from the security cameras

“That’s the polite descriptor?” Bruce turned to meet blue eyes, “I shudder to imagine the impolite version.”

The room had been empty. He’d made sure of it before allowing Dick to move their… argument. There were no signs of life on this or the next five floors down. Yet, there he was. A beautiful man, too many years his junior for his thoughts to go straight to the man’s looks, sitting on a stool at a workbench.

“Oh, for sure, you definitely don’t want to hear what else I could describe that as.” The man nodded, bringing Bruce’s attention to the jewelry tucked into the man’s shirt and hidden by his hair. “Ignoring all the stuff I clearly shouldn’t have heard,” which meant he did, in fact, notice the Bat-based vocabulary, “you are terrible at communicating with your kids.”

“Oh?” Bruce strained to sound casual, trying not to give away what all he may have not already.

“Oh yeah. Like, clearly you love your kids. Right?” The man waited for acknowledgment, which Bruce begrudgingly gave, before he continued, “right, so, what’s stopping you from saying it? Just a simple, I’m worried about you going on that inter-dimensional mission because I love you and want you to be safe, would work great. Might even get you brownie points, you know? Instead of what you said, which implied a lack of trust and a sense of derision towards your son’s skills, and was never going to be taken well.” Well. That answered well enough what all the pretty man had heard.

“It’s not that easy,” Bruce frowned at him, debating how many NDAs he’d have to threaten the man into signing.

“Sure it is. Just open your mouth and say the words, let them sit there, and don’t take them back.” Blue met and held blue from across the room before the man rolled his eyes, “right, okay, would it help you to think of it as a series of undefined tasks or a science experiment?”

“The latter,” the former sounded like what he’d already been working with.

“Okay, so pull up a stool,” the man twirled a pen as he pulled over a loose sheet of paper, “and we’ll start with the scientific method: if the big bad Bat communicates ineffectively then his children will be upset because they don’t have empathic abilities. What about this sentence can we change to make it better?”

“My ability to communicate,” Bruce admitted.

“Very good,” the man praised and Bruce wondered if he could get away with slamming the man’s head into the table without it being workplace abuse. Probably not. “So, if the Bat communicates effectively, then…?”

“My children won’t be as upset.”

“Because…?”

“They’ll understand what I mean better.”