Just Gemini Things

you who swallowed a falling star o’ heartless man ....

Dick: Have I ever told you what my favorite color is?

Babs: Blue?

Dick: Nope. Green.

Babs: Makes sense. Your Robin costume had a lot of green in it.

Dick: Not that shade. I have a certain green in mind.

Babs: Oh? Enlighten me then.

Dick: My favorite color green is a shade I like to call “Barbara Gordon Green.” It’s the exact shade of your eyes.

Babs: *blushing* Flatterer…

Dick: What’s your favorite color?

Babs: *mumbling* Blue.

Dick: *smirking* What was that?

Babs: *sighs* Blue. I like blue.

Dick: I see. Any particular shade of blue?

Babs: *blushing more* Your eyes…

Dick: *smiling* I knew it.

Jason: *placing a pot on Dick's head* A thot in a pot

Dick:

Getting ready to say bye to 2018.

Bernard: you’re red robin?

Tim: I know that this might be-

Bernard: *comes round to Wayne Manor to pick up Tim*

Alfred: *lets him in* Ah you must be Bernard. Master Timothy will be right with you *leads Bernard to the family lounge where the entire Batfamily is*

Tim: I'll be right down B, just gotta get my jacket *goes upstairs*

Bernard: *looks around at Alfred, Selina, Bruce, Kate, Barbara, Steph, Cassie, Dick, Jason, Duke, Luke and Damian*

Kate: Please Bernard sit down *gestures to chair*

Bernard: *nervously sweating and sits down*

Bruce: *Batglares* Let's all have a talk

Bernard: *nods and stutters* Y-yes s-sir

Dick: *leaning against Bruce's chair* So then

Jason: *sat in another chair reading a book* You and Timbo

Bernard: *sweating more and nods* Y-yeah?

Steph: Let's all make 1 thing perfectly clear

Duke: So that you can't say we didn't warn you

Damian: *drops from the ceiling to land on Bernard's chair* If you hurt Drake in any way

Helena: We will use the shovel Cassie is holding to knock you out, break every single bone and bury you alive in Wayne family morgue

Cass: *holding a massive shovel and smiling like a psycho* Hurt my little brother and you'll be sorry

Luke: *eating one of Alfred's cookies and still glaring at Bernard* And Babs there *points at Barbara in her wheelchair at her laptop*

Barbara: *gives Bernard a sinister smile* Will make sure no one finds out

Bernard: *breaking out in a terrified sweat* Y-yes sirs and ma'am. I understand

Alfred: *laying a hand on Bernard's shoulder* Splendid! Oh and one last thing child

Bernard: *looks up at him* Y-yes Mr Pennyworth?

Alfred: *gives a glare scarier then the batglare and says quietly* If you hurt my grandson, you better hope these people fulfil their words. Because if my grandchild comes to me in pain or tears there will be no-where on this planet you can hide from me

Bernard: *terrified nodding*

Selina: *smirks from behind Bruce's chair* By the way Bernard. This conversation never happened did it?

Bernard: Wh-what conversation?

Bruce: Good boy *tilts his head as Tim calls from the entrance hall* Go. And treat him right

Your slow-motion montage backed by a Gregorian choir can be done with a few technques that all involve repetition.

First is epizeuxis, the repeating of a word for emphasis.

Example:

Falling. Falling. Falling. There was nothing to keep Marie from plunging into the rolling river below. She could only hope for a miracle now, that she would come out alive somehow despite a twenty-foot drop into five-foot-deep water.

Then there’s anaphora, where you write a number of phrases with the same words at the beginning.

There were still mages out there living in terror of shining steel armor emblazoned with the Sword of Mercy.

There were still mages out there being forced by desperation into the clutches of demons.

There were mages out there being threatened with Tranquility as punishment for their disobedience, and the threats were being made good upon.

Mages who had attempted to flee, but knew nothing of the outside world and were forced to return to their prison out of need for sustenance and shelter.

Mages who only desired to find the families they were torn from.

Mages who only wanted to see the sun.

Roy: you finally noticed?

Jason:

Roy:

Jason: how was I supposed to know?

Roy: we act like we're married!

Jason: right, but you've never kissed me?! how was I supposed to know this wasn't just how you are with all your friends?

Roy:

Roy, slowly moving towards Jason with a mischievous smile: you're right, I've been a very bad boyfriend

and that’s a good thing, 

because the roar of the sun would clock in at around 120db heard from earth, about the equivalent to having a train’s horn go off three feet from your face. 

And they recorded the planets too:

Mercury

Venus

Earth

Mars

Jupiter

Saturn

Uranus 

Neptune

Pluto