Steph_asi

⭐️ My name is Stephanie

⭐️ she/ her

⭐️ 23 yo

⭐️ Romanian🇷🇴

⭐️ Studied Norwegian and Spanish Language and Literature.

⭐️ Absolutely love Comic books, they are the perfect blend of two of my favorite art forms art and writing, both straightforward and discreet. My biggest dream is to publish my own. Here's some of my absolute favorites that influenced my style and honestly made me who I am today:

⭐️ I am working on my own stuff as well as an AU I have in mind for DC. So the main content of this page is scenes from my alternate universe involving ocs and as well already established comic book characters. The formatting is comic book script. It is a good way for me to practice. I hope my content would make someone's day better and impact you in any way. Your opinions on the quality of my writing and characterization are heavily encouraged. Also here is a list of my favorite characters so you know what vibe I bring to the table:

⭐️Another hobby I have is digital art. I will share my art here and you can ofc give your suggestions and commission me (FOR FREE) since it is a new experience for me as well and I want to see first if I'm able to properly meet your requirments and make what you like. So i'd say it's a win-win. Here is my style, raging from semi realism or painting like to classic comic book style.

🌆 I just couldn't help myself when I saw the news. I love taking real life events and imagining his and other characters' reactions to them. And Harley Quinn is there too!!!! If you have no idea what i'm talking about, check out the pics below!!!

🌆 Anyways, hope you enjoy this short thing I made!

(Setting: Lisa’s apartment in Crime Alley, her, Jason and Harley are hanging out, playing card games with the TV in the background. The news are on and none have paid much attention, until the news of a couple that climbed the Empire State building to get engaged there. They won a lot of sympathy from the public, but were arrested shortly after anyways.)

H: Arrested for that? Oh, boy they’d put you behind bars for anything! Back in my day– 

J: Am I the only one who thinks it’s stupid?... Like you wanna be stupid, that’s fine… but don’t get your girl in trouble. That if you truly love her.

L: Agreed. It seems more like a honeymoon phase “Bonnie and Clyde” than sustainable relationship. 

H: A passionate relationship doesn’t mean toxic. You are a bit too judgy ms. psychiatrist! 

J: I think it’s her job to be judgy, otherwise no one would face their issues. 

L (smiles): Thank you, Jay! 

H: I can’t wait to see how your proposal will go down then. And I’ll be right there, with tears in my eyes, and say “I TOLD YOU SO!”

(Both are blushing and looking away)

L: How many times do I have to tell you to let it go! You know well enough we’re not– 

(H is grinning from ear to ear.)

L: –I give up! 

J: Yeah don’t bother, Strawberry! Besides who’d have time to get married when these dumbasses inspired so many people to put themselves in danger and do the same way. 

H: Romance is dead with you two. You really deserve each other! 

🔒 Another one inspired by my work life (no, no one yelled at me like this, but the attitude of the customer is inspired by my ex boss' over all attitude)

🔒 Deadshot is in the later segment, but I hope you enjoy this nonetheless! Feedback on my writing, if Deadshot is written well, if Lisa is entertaining enough as a new character... is immensely appreciated.

🔒 Context: (Short version) a (former) psychiatrist and her patient are forced to work together and go on various missions. This scene presents a more "domestic" side of their dynamic.

(Longer version) After screwing up big time at her dream job as a psychiatrist, Lisa tried to distance herself as much as possible from that, now thinking she’s just not made for it. Therefore, she studies something completely unrelated at Uni, related to physics and got a job as a waitress. However, life keeps pulling her back into her old life, when she is blackmailed to come back and have therapy sessions with a new patient/ inmate Deadshot. While there’s been a mutual opening up, these too always manage to get on each other’s nerves. 

(Setting: A modest restaurant in Gotham city, where Lisa works. It’s around noon and people working nearby come to have their lunch break here. Most are either in groups  bigger or smaller, talking to each other or generally trying to disconnect from the corporate world, by looking out the window or listening to music in their headphones. At one of the tables, there is a young man in a suit, sitting alone with his work all around him, laptop, papers, files. He is talking to someone on the laptop when Lisa approaches him in a rush to leave a menu on his table.)

Guy: Try and assemble more sigils today, please… (doesn’t look away from his work) I don’t need this (handing the menu back to Lisa) The usual… 

Lisa (looks at the menu, then at him): I don’t know your usual. 

(He lifts his head from his work, studying her for a second)

Guy: Right… burger and a salad. You can tell Betty to bring it, she’s the one usually serving me. She knows my… preferences. 

Lisa: There’s no Betty working here.

Guy: So she’s not here today?

Lisa: Not ever. Sir, maybe you got the name wrong…

Guy: Don’t correct me, miss. I’ve been coming here for the past three years and Betty was always serving me… I can see you’re new… so I’ll let it go. Go place my order and ask for her in the kitchen. 

(She reluctantly leaves clenching her jaw.)

Guy (back to his work): Yeah, I know, but you’ve been here for a week already, so you should be accustomed to the innerworkings… (whispering) stupid amateurs…

(After some time she comes back with his order, among others. She places his plate in one of the small spots that are not covered with his workpapers.)

Lisa: Betty worked here before me, so it’s still me you’ve got. 

(He is still focused on his work, but looks at the plate as it’s placed on his table and then at her.)

Lisa: Enjoy your meal! (She walks off to other tables.)

(He starts eating from his burger, eyes on the laptop. He is in a meeting, so a voice of another person, his superior can be heard from it. She is somewhere in the background.)

Boss: Lemire, you assembled the new sigils badly. They must have this side is upwards while installing them… 

(The man swallows fast, tabbing to unmute himself so he can answer.)

Guy: I’m sorry, sir! I’m still trying to get the hang of the new models, they have many differe–

Boss: They’ve been up and running for a week, you should’ve learnt by now!

Guy: I understand! I’m sorry! 

Boss: We have to end the meeting, here! It’s noon and I want to eat! Email me other questions you have and I’ll get to–

(From Lemire’s pov, he glances at the bitten burger in his hand. Smacks his lips, then looks at the burger again, with more attention.)

Guy (stands up yelling)

(Everyone around is looking at him. He points out at Lisa) 

Guy: You! You come here!!!

(She makes her way to his table, trying to keep her panic under control)

Guy (seething): What is this? (swingles the half of the burger he has left) 

Lisa: Y-your order, sir! …is there something wrong with it? 

Guy: Something? Yes. There is something wrong with it…

(Complete silence, where he let her figure it out.)

Guy: Pork! It’s pork meat! 

Lisa: I’m extremely sorry, sir! I’ll bring you something else–  

Guy: You don’t get it, do you? You can’t just bring me something else! I don’t like pork! And you made me eat it!

Lisa: I apologize, but how should I know? 

Guy (starts pacing before her): I told you my order–

Lisa: Sir, you didn’t tell me what burger you want, so I assumed you want the classic– 

Guy: You assumed? You assumed! What about you stopped assuming, missy, and ask me, next time? Did it get through your head what could’ve happened– 

Lisa: Respectfully, sir, you are not allergic or couldn’t eat due to religious reasons. You just don’t like pork! Besides… was it that bad if you already had half of it?

Guy (looks at her a second with big eyes) I wanna talk to your manager! Now! (He takes the plate and smashes it at her feet as she is about to turn and leave). (He rests his arms to the table, panting): Stupid cow! That’s how some are! They don’t get pregnant, they’re gestatin–

(Lisa suddenly grabs him by the neck, pushing him on the window.)

(Later on, she is alone in a cell, behind prison bars. She sits down on a bed, when the cell door slides open before her. We can see a shadow, but not who they are.)

Voice: “We can’t use violence for everything”... “I’m the good psychiatrist, my weapon is my mind” or whatever. 

(She doesn’t stand up, she frowns)

Lisa: Out of all people that could’ve bailed me… why did it have to be you?

(Now, we see that it’s Floyd.)

Floyd: What other people? Mommy’s working, daddy’s dead. And the other doesn’t care enough. 

(She’s now crossing her arms)

Lisa: Don’t mock me! You don’t know how you would’ve reacted! 

Floyd: I would’ve shot him. Easy.

Floyd (waiting by the door): You can come out, now!

Lisa: No. 

Floyd: No?

Lisa: No. He acted like a jerk! He smashed a plate and called me names!

Floyd: So?

Lisa: I didn’t try anything– I mean I did, but… I know what I was doing! Like– that I was actually doing it… 

(He is lighting up a cigarette)

Lisa: You’re right, I should’ve reacted differently. If only I’d asked and didn’t fuck up his order– I’ll do better next time…  But there’s no next time! I fucked up big time…

Floyd: We all wanted to strangle someone at one point. No biggie.

Lisa: My record, Floyd. It will forever be stained! Who’d hire me after this? (she has her knees to her chest and buries her head in her knees) 

(He gets inside the cell and sits next to her)

Floyd: He won’t press charges, kid. 

Lisa: How can you know? Are the witnesses on my side? 

Floyd: No. They weren’t “completely sure what happened”. 

Lisa: Liars. Then?

Floyd: You’re the shrink. You seriously don’t know the type of person he is? 

Lisa: Besides looking to dominate every social interaction? 

Floyd: He’s all bark no bite. He won’t do anything. (A close-up to his face as he frows)

Lisa: What if he does? 

Floyd: You won’t gain anything by staying here. 

Floyd (inhales the smoke): So…  you don’t regret strangling him for the sake of it? 

Lisa (lifts her head and looks at him, tired and cried): I… I don’t know… I should though… he was a jerk but he didn’t deserve it… right?

(We are zooming out of the frame. He stretches out on the bed and exhales the smoke.)

🔒 Another one inspired by my work life (no, no one yelled at me like this, but the attitude of the customer is inspired by my ex boss' over all attitude)

🔒 Deadshot is in the later segment, but I hope you enjoy this nonetheless! Feedback on my writing, if Deadshot is written well, if Lisa is entertaining enough as a new character... is immensely appreciated.

🔒 Context: (Short version) a (former) psychiatrist and her patient are forced to work together and go on various missions. This scene presents a more "domestic" side of their dynamic.

(Longer version) After screwing up big time at her dream job as a psychiatrist, Lisa tried to distance herself as much as possible from that, now thinking she’s just not made for it. Therefore, she studies something completely unrelated at Uni, related to physics and got a job as a waitress. However, life keeps pulling her back into her old life, when she is blackmailed to come back and have therapy sessions with a new patient/ inmate Deadshot. While there’s been a mutual opening up, these too always manage to get on each other’s nerves. 

(Setting: A modest restaurant in Gotham city, where Lisa works. It’s around noon and people working nearby come to have their lunch break here. Most are either in groups  bigger or smaller, talking to each other or generally trying to disconnect from the corporate world, by looking out the window or listening to music in their headphones. At one of the tables, there is a young man in a suit, sitting alone with his work all around him, laptop, papers, files. He is talking to someone on the laptop when Lisa approaches him in a rush to leave a menu on his table.)

Guy: Try and assemble more sigils today, please… (doesn’t look away from his work) I don’t need this (handing the menu back to Lisa) The usual… 

Lisa (looks at the menu, then at him): I don’t know your usual. 

(He lifts his head from his work, studying her for a second)

Guy: Right… burger and a salad. You can tell Betty to bring it, she’s the one usually serving me. She knows my… preferences. 

Lisa: There’s no Betty working here.

Guy: So she’s not here today?

Lisa: Not ever. Sir, maybe you got the name wrong…

Guy: Don’t correct me, miss. I’ve been coming here for the past three years and Betty was always serving me… I can see you’re new… so I’ll let it go. Go place my order and ask for her in the kitchen. 

(She reluctantly leaves clenching her jaw.)

Guy (back to his work): Yeah, I know, but you’ve been here for a week already, so you should be accustomed to the innerworkings… (whispering) stupid amateurs…

(After some time she comes back with his order, among others. She places his plate in one of the small spots that are not covered with his workpapers.)

Lisa: Betty worked here before me, so it’s still me you’ve got. 

(He is still focused on his work, but looks at the plate as it’s placed on his table and then at her.)

Lisa: Enjoy your meal! (She walks off to other tables.)

(He starts eating from his burger, eyes on the laptop. He is in a meeting, so a voice of another person, his superior can be heard from it. She is somewhere in the background.)

Boss: Lemire, you assembled the new sigils badly. They must have this side is upwards while installing them… 

(The man swallows fast, tabbing to unmute himself so he can answer.)

Guy: I’m sorry, sir! I’m still trying to get the hang of the new models, they have many differe–

Boss: They’ve been up and running for a week, you should’ve learnt by now!

Guy: I understand! I’m sorry! 

Boss: We have to end the meeting, here! It’s noon and I want to eat! Email me other questions you have and I’ll get to–

(From Lemire’s pov, he glances at the bitten burger in his hand. Smacks his lips, then looks at the burger again, with more attention.)

Guy (stands up yelling)

(Everyone around is looking at him. He points out at Lisa) 

Guy: You! You come here!!!

(She makes her way to his table, trying to keep her panic under control)

Guy (seething): What is this? (swingles the half of the burger he has left) 

Lisa: Y-your order, sir! …is there something wrong with it? 

Guy: Something? Yes. There is something wrong with it…

(Complete silence, where he let her figure it out.)

Guy: Pork! It’s pork meat! 

Lisa: I’m extremely sorry, sir! I’ll bring you something else–  

Guy: You don’t get it, do you? You can’t just bring me something else! I don’t like pork! And you made me eat it!

Lisa: I apologize, but how should I know? 

Guy (starts pacing before her): I told you my order–

Lisa: Sir, you didn’t tell me what burger you want, so I assumed you want the classic– 

Guy: You assumed? You assumed! What about you stopped assuming, missy, and ask me, next time? Did it get through your head what could’ve happened– 

Lisa: Respectfully, sir, you are not allergic or couldn’t eat due to religious reasons. You just don’t like pork! Besides… was it that bad if you already had half of it?

Guy (looks at her a second with big eyes) I wanna talk to your manager! Now! (He takes the plate and smashes it at her feet as she is about to turn and leave). (He rests his arms to the table, panting): Stupid cow! That’s how some are! They don’t get pregnant, they’re gestatin–

(Lisa suddenly grabs him by the neck, pushing him on the window.)

(Later on, she is alone in a cell, behind prison bars. She sits down on a bed, when the cell door slides open before her. We can see a shadow, but not who they are.)

Voice: “We can’t use violence for everything”... “I’m the good psychiatrist, my weapon is my mind” or whatever. 

(She doesn’t stand up, she frowns)

Lisa: Out of all people that could’ve bailed me… why did it have to be you?

(Now, we see that it’s Floyd.)

Floyd: What other people? Mommy’s working, daddy’s dead. And the other doesn’t care enough. 

(She’s now crossing her arms)

Lisa: Don’t mock me! You don’t know how you would’ve reacted! 

Floyd: I would’ve shot him. Easy.

Floyd (waiting by the door): You can come out, now!

Lisa: No. 

Floyd: No?

Lisa: No. He acted like a jerk! He smashed a plate and called me names!

Floyd: So?

Lisa: I didn’t try anything– I mean I did, but… I know what I was doing! Like– that I was actually doing it… 

(He is lighting up a cigarette)

Lisa: You’re right, I should’ve reacted differently. If only I’d asked and didn’t fuck up his order– I’ll do better next time…  But there’s no next time! I fucked up big time…

Floyd: We all wanted to strangle someone at one point. No biggie.

Lisa: My record, Floyd. It will forever be stained! Who’d hire me after this? (she has her knees to her chest and buries her head in her knees) 

(He gets inside the cell and sits next to her)

Floyd: He won’t press charges, kid. 

Lisa: How can you know? Are the witnesses on my side? 

Floyd: No. They weren’t “completely sure what happened”. 

Lisa: Liars. Then?

Floyd: You’re the shrink. You seriously don’t know the type of person he is? 

Lisa: Besides looking to dominate every social interaction? 

Floyd: He’s all bark no bite. He won’t do anything. (A close-up to his face as he frows)

Lisa: What if he does? 

Floyd: You won’t gain anything by staying here. 

Floyd (inhales the smoke): So…  you don’t regret strangling him for the sake of it? 

Lisa (lifts her head and looks at him, tired and cried): I… I don’t know… I should though… he was a jerk but he didn’t deserve it… right?

(We are zooming out of the frame. He stretches out on the bed and exhales the smoke.)

💣 Excited to show you this one guys, I worked a lot for it, having to understand a little bit of chemistry. Learning for your craft is one of the best parts of being a writer.

💣 Little warning: Jason shows up only at the end, but I think this scene tells just as much about him in his absence than if he was there. We get to explore the crime lord Jason's room and his tactical mind. (Honesty., you guys have no idea how much I think and miss pre N52 jason and by that I don't necessarily mean "villain jason" just his competence, humour, skill, you get it)

💣 Hope you like it and wheather you've seen my posts before or it's your first time, what do you think? Do you like how I write Jason? Do you like Lisa?

(Lisa’s POV, she is laid down on a bed, now slowly waking up and finding herself in a strange and dark room.)

Lisa (internal monologue): So I’m definitely kidnapped, since this is way too soft to be my bed. That happened…, don’t panic… everyone trained you for this. Take a deep brea– ahhh!

(inhales, but it’s cut short by the pain she feels in the abdomen. She looks down at it and sees her wounds are patched up)

Lisa (internal monologue): …right, there’s that. Wish he’d let me bleed out, but he did say he wants the Joker. And obviously, I can’t let that happen.

(As she tries to lift herself up, she notices her arms are chained together to a heavy ball.)

Lisa (dialogue, whispering): …oh, for fuck’s sake!

Lisa (dialogue): I’m not that capable, you know!?

(She lifts her legs up so she can get them over her head and at least sit up. She looks around. The room is simple and tidy, a wardrobe, bookshelves, a desk with a computer, and a painting with something abstract, black, red and white splashed on the canvas in the shape of waves. It’s poorly lit, the light coming from the computer screen and the moonlight getting in from a window. The computer gets her attention so this is where she goes first. On the desk lays a matches game and a glass.)

Lisa (dialogue, looking at the game): Of course he has time for this! (Then focuses on the computer): Let’s do some digging.

Computer Voice: Password required!

Lisa (dialogue): Red Hood.

Computer Voice: The password is incorrect!

Lisa (internal monologue): Of course it couldn’t be this easy… passwords are something simple and yet personal so one remembers them…

(In the drawers are basic desk supplies like pen, pencils, sharpeners, erasers.)

Lisa (internal monologue): Nothing useful…

(Looks around for clues and speaks the name of the painting she found in the corner)

Lisa (dialogue): Red Sea

Computer Voice: The password is incorrect!

(Goes over to the library and tries some of the title)

Lisa (dialogue): Art of War.

Computer Voice: The password is incorrect!

Lisa (dialogue): Crime and Punishment.

Computer Voice: The password is incorrect!

Lisa (dialogue): Count of Monte Cristo

Computer Voice: The password is incorrect!

(She opens the wardrobe, where she finds a rusty crowbar, a shovel, a pretty big grinder, normally used for cereals, and some cleaning products. She takes a step back.)

Lisa (internal monologue): Okay, this is really freaking me out! This looks like a crime scene in the making. Are these for the Joker or… will he really planning on killing me after?

(She takes the crowbar and tries to stretch the metal around the wrists enough for her to slip her hands. Does’t work so she tries hitting the chain with the crowbar. As she does this, she speaks with the computer.)

Lisa (dialogue): Crowbar…

Computer Voice: The password is incorrect!

(Leave the crowbar aside, since the second method didn’t work either)

Lisa (dialogue): Grinder

Computer Voice: The password is incorrect!

Lisa (dialogue): Matches

Computer Voice: The password is incorrect!

Lisa (dialogue): Joker!

Computer Voice: The password is incorrect!

Lisa (dialogue): Fuck you!

Computer Voice: The password is incorrect!

Lisa (internal monologue): I’m not smart enough for this…

(She’s on her knees, on the floor, bending forward defeated.)

Lisa (dialogue, whispering): Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Why do you keep getting involved when I know I’m not good enough? I ruined everything… again!

(The room is cold and silent and for a few seconds only her sobs are heard.)

Lisa (dialogue, whispering): Wait… rust… aluminium…

(She gets up in a rush)

Lisa (dialogue, out loud): I can make thermite!

Lisa (internal monologue): Thermite is a composition made of…

(In the glass she dusts off some of the rust from the crowbar)

Lisa (internal monologue): Iron Oxide aka rust

(She takes the frame from the picture and uses the grinder to turn in into powder)

Lisa (internal monologue): Aluminum powder… I have to do this slowly so it won’t explode.

(She mixes all the powders together.)

Lisa (internal monologue): Good! Now I need to light it up.

(She gathers the matches and looks in the trash can for their box)

Lisa (internal monologue): The matches’ flame is too weak to ignite thermite. I either need a blue flame, which I don’t have, or…

(She takes a pencil sharpener from the drawers and peels off its silvery surface using the crowbar) magnesium powder.

(Places the powder on the chain right next to the ball)

Lisa (internal monologue): That’s it… I winged the measurements but if it works, Red Hood–

(Lights up a match and throws it on it and looks away as she looks away, keeping her eyes fully shut)

(The mixture creates a “hiss” sound like fireworks are about to start)

Lisa (internal monologue): –get ready for a big boom!

(White flash covers the whole room. Then black thick smoke. She coughs. After one or two minutes she is able to look back and see the chain that linked the ball to her hands is melted off, but she already knew that since she feels her hands lighter.)

Lisa (internal monologue): It actually worked! Now… for the second part…

(She uses the ball to smash the computer unit and take the hard drive with her.)

Lisa (internal monologue): If the explosion didn’t wake him up, this won’t either. Still have to move fast though…

(She opens the window, next to it there’s a tree she can use to climb down and so she does)

Lisa (internal monologue): I didn’t have enough time to go look for my weapons or belt, but I’m coming back with backup!

(She throws a branch to make sure it’s safe, then moves with the shadows of the trees and climbs the fence)

Lisa (dialogue): Almost there… (she lets herself fall onto the other side)

Lisa (dialogue): Fucking finally!

Voice: Yeah, it was about time you showed up!

🌹 This a Joker design I made for an alternate universe I'm working on. I leaned heavier into the Jester aesthetic since I wanted right away for you guys to understand that he different. I don't mean good but he has some differences in personality than the joker we're used to.

🤝 PART 1 linked below for full context. (Where you can also see Dog, Jason's pet).

🤝 Just so you know writing this I was inspired by Halsey's song "Lonely is the Muse" which I think fits Jason.

🤝 If you're new here, hi, I hope you enjoy my content!!! If you've been following my posts, hi I like seeing you back!!! ❤️ What do you think of my writing? Do you like the way I write Jason? Or Lisa? Your feedback is greatly appreciated.

L: …just wanted to bring you some food. (points out at the bag with containers spread on the floor)

J: Do I look like I’m starving to you?

L: No. But last time I was here, you were eating a lot of junk.

J: You care about my health now?

L: I care about all of you.

J: Don’t make me laugh. Take your things and go.

(A moment passes, Lisa goes from hurt to determined)

L: Why… no! (She straightens her back and looks directly at him, even though he is turned away, with her chin up)

J: No? (He gets in her face in two strides). You won’t toy with me again. Take your things and go away!

L: Toy with you? Jason, I am sorry for how things went down, but–

J: “Sorry” doesn’t cut it… (pause) (points at his own head) Do you know how it feels to pick apart everything you said and did to figure out how much of it was real and how much pretend?

L: Can I at least explain myself?

(Silence. He injects her with a vaccine for the dog bites, and throws her the first aid kit to patch herself up. She has a kit in her belt as well, but she hasn’t been concerned enough to aid herself yet. Then he sits down across from her, paying close attention to what she’s about to say and to her macroexpressions as well.)

L: I didn’t tell Bruce you’re Red Hood.

J: I know that.

L: This should prove to you I didn’t mean to ruin your plans–

J: Or maybe you have an ulterior motive.

L (crosses her arms to her chest): Can I speak?

J: …

L: You are free to reveal yourself to Bruce whenever and however you want and teach him the lesson you want to teach. I just removed Joker from the equation since it wouldn’t have done any good to anyone involved, not to Batman, nor to you.

J: And most importantly, not to you, Lisa. You still think you can help him.

L: No, I… Look, I don’t regret the decision I made; it was for the best. However, I do regret breaking your trust. I’m sorry for opening an old wound for what I considered “the greater good”. I didn’t try to win you over just to break you. I am not lying, I care about you, and it was not a decision I made lightly.

(Silence)

L: (looks down a second, sighs, and looks back at him) Let me have one full year… If I can’t make any significant progress with Joker in exactly a year, I’ll bring him to you myself. Deal?

(A moment, he is contemplating the idea)

L: You want me to rip my heart out and write an apology on it? What more can I do for you to stop hating me?

J: You think this is what’s all about? Then you left your brain at home, doctor! I wish I did hate you. I wish I had been more cruel to get back at you! But as soon as I saw you here and you opened your mouth so casually… All my efforts disappear. I’m already making you excuses!

(...)

J: Fine. I accept your deal! Only as long as the scum is in Arkham. If he breaks out he's mine. This is the only chance you and I get.

(L nods and extends her hand. He shakes it.)

L: Thank you, Jason!

J: Let’s patch you up.

🐾 Hi, guys, I'm back! Idk if you noticed my absence but I did! I went through the worst job experience. It gave me the worst stress and writer's block. But now this is out of the way and I'm back to "blessing" you with content.

🐾 Q: Is this first of my posts you're seeing? What do you think of it? You like the way I write Jason? Do you like Lisa?

🐾 This is the introduction of Dog, Jason's dog from RHATO in my alternate universe. ⬇️

🐾 Context: They first met, on opposite ends: Lisa, as a vigilante under Batman, and Jason, the newest crime lord. Jason ends up wounding her in a fight and decides on a whim, instead of just patching and leaving her there, to kidnap her and make her give him the Joker, since he is deep locked in Arkham and she is a psychiatrist. In the meantime, however, until she meets her purpose, they have some bonding, sharing morals, secrets, getting into dangerous situations. When time finally comes she decides against it, betraying Jason, introducing an emergency code and Joker's cell shuts down.

(Location: One of Jason’s hideouts, which he uses for meetings with other mob bosses. He intends for it to look luxurious but cold and unwelcoming, like minimalist style penthouses. Outside, in the garden, there are his men guarding the place. This is the only one of his hideouts Lisa learns about from the street, so she is set on breaking in and reconnecting with Jason.)

(She gets through the garden, avoiding security with ease, since Jason clearly intended for this to be harder to get through for his rivals than for any person having Batman’s training. The hardest part of the task was being silent, carrying a plastic bag she brought with her.)

(When she’s about to get inside, she hears voices and realizes Jason is walking the “guest” out. So the only remaining way to get inside is by climbing and reaching the window of his office.)

(To avoid being spotted, she climbs the nearest tree from the building, then fires a grappling hook. Finally, she reaches the big window. Looks inside a second, noticing how still his office is, she doesn’t spot any security or any other special system installed, then steps in.)

(His desk is right by the window, however she is unable to reach it, since as soon as she moves, something yanks her from behind and slams her to the floor. The bag she carries and the containers it had inside hit the floor as well, making a lot of noise. She doesn’t even get to turn her head around and see what’s happening before she feels the heat and anger of another being. Its fangs pierce through her costume, and she hears growls.)

(Obviously, a guard dog. She tries to push it away and reach for her weapons, but it is almost as big as her and heavier, so all she can do is shield herself while the dog reaches closer and closer for her face. It clangs its fangs on her forearm hard, however, after a split second, the dog eases its grip and looks straight at her with some sort of recognition in its eyes.

(In this split second, a voice can be heard from the hallway coming in)

J: Dog!!!

(He rushes to fetch the animal, which is frozen in the same position.)

J: Dog, let go!! Girl, let– Go!!!!

(Finally, it lets go, still having a shocked and remorseful expression. Lisa sits up while Jason holds the dog back since it tries to go to Lisa again, but this time not aggressively, it’s trying to sniff her)

(A moment passes)

L: It’s a good thing you got a pet.

J: She’s not a pet. I found her on the street and took her in… for a while.

L: Counts as a pet.

(Another moment of silence, where Jason is tethering the dog, with his back turned on her. She manages to get up and checks herself.)

L: What’s her name?

J (answers still not turning to her): Dog.

L: You named your dog “Dog”?

J: I am not creative with names.

L (amused): Well you were creative enough to not call her “Bitch”.

(J holds back his amusement.)

✝️ Quite proud of this one!

✝️ Context: Deadshot aka, Floyd Lawton was sent from Belle Reve to Arkham Asylum to recover from a mental breakdown. The reasons that led to his current mental state were kept away from the Arkham staff. He is supposed to have therapy with a young psychiatrist, Lisa Koslow. But the "therapy sessions" turned more like having to complete tasks for the new Arkham director. Here we got to see a domestic moment between the two. ⬇️

(Setting: The yard of an orthodox church in Gotham, in the middle of the service. Time: spring, during the Saturday of the Souls, the day of celebrating the dead. There are a lot of people, however most of them are inside. Right outside the door of the church, there is a table with food people brought. Right by the gate, there is a beggar, that asks people for money as they go by her, but she ends up ignored. Lisa is listening to the service that is heard throughout the whole place, standing close to the graveyard. Now the priest is preaching about how there is a difference between being alone and lonely and how suffering is worse in isolation. Floyd comes towards her, startling her.)

D: You said you have something important to do. 

L: I do. It’s Saturday of the Souls, a day celebrating the dead. 

D: And who are you celebrating?

(L moves away, going to the graves,Floyd follows. She lights candles to a lot of worse kept and neglected graves. The last one, the one she lingers more around, is small and well-kept, made out of stone, not marble. Specific to the orthodox graves, there is a small picture of the deceased. The date of death is somewhere in the year 1999, the writing of the name and the goodbye note are written in cyrillic. Nearby there’s a place, like a small metal box where the candles can be lit. Lisa lights a candle for him, it’s automatic.)

D: You have a big family.

L (glances at him): I don’t know who these people are, actually. But this is my father. (nods towards this grave.)

D: Then what is all this about?

(A close-up to the burning candle.)

L: Making sure the dead are remembered. 

D: Too bad they can’t really care. If they are bad enough to go to hell, no food given in their name will get them out. 

L: Interesting… I think there’s no such thing as heaven or hell. But there’s human nature paying respects, praying and all that… 

(They move away, now sitting on the still of a gate, across from her father’s grave. Lisa still looks at the grave. He lights up a cigarette. As soon as he does that, Lisa, without taking her eyes off the grave, takes it away.)

L: Died before I was born. His family didn’t know about the relationship with my mom. And she wanted to keep it that way. 

D: So, you have a whole family that doesn’t know you and you don’t know them. 

L: Mhmm. 

D: Guess that makes it easier. You okay with that?

L: It may be too late to do anything about it now… Are you religious, Floyd? 

D: You know I kill people for a living, right? 

L: Why are you here, then? At this church… (side eyes him) that doesn’t practice your religion… 

(The bells start ringing loudly, making both of them startle. They get up and she takes a fighting stance while he draws out his guns. But after a second, they relax.)

L: We’re both too on edge, huh?

L: I have to go and share the food. 

(Floyd is left alone. In the background Lisa can be seen giving a bag of food to the beggar, there are other people doing the same and her mom as well. Some are moving towards their families graves, where the priest is going to give a prayer and sanctify koliva. We focus on them for a while.)

(After most people left for the graveyard and the churchyard is almost empty, Floyd goes to the beggar and hands her some money) 

Beggar: Thank you, sir! Be blessed-- 

D: Yeah, can you do something for me? 

(The beggar lift her brows surprised) 

(He also hands her a candle) 

D: Light this for that grave. (Points Lisa's father's grave) 

Beggar: Of course, sir! 

(D leaves) 

🍰 If you've seen my posts before, what do you think of them? What do you think of Lisa? And the way I write Jason?

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(Lisa is watching on social media a person trying to turn a cheap store cake into a wedding cake. And trying this challenge the person has to make the cake smaller. Jason lays next to her, reading a book)

L: Is this wedding in Vegas with only the groom and the bride? Why is this cake so small?

J (perks up from his book): There also needs to be a witness. And the official.

L: Well, too bad! No cake for them. (Laugh) Just imagine, yeah you can come to our wedding but there's cake only for two people... so we had to...

J: --cut corners. I mean fair. This wasn't planned.

L: We are the two most important people, after all.

J (puts the book aside and looks at her): And we deserve better than store brought cake!

L: Really? More than stale plain vanilla?

J (touches her cheek): Definitely.

L (smiles): We should do this once.

J: Marry in Vegas or make a wedding cake out of a cheap one?

L: Buy some wedding cake samples and eat them.

J: Just like that?

L: What do you mean?

J (he turns to her completely and plays with his fingers, trailing two of them on the bed, like walking towards her)

J: I mean... if we buy wedding cakes... we might as well get married.

L (looks at his fingers then glances at his eyes) Are you serious?

(J gets up, moves to her side of the bed, gets a small box out of his pocket)

(Lisa's eyes get big, she straightens up)

(He gets down on one knee and opens the box, revealing a custom made ring. It's white gold, there are small red stones on each side and in the middle a dimond. By the look of it you can tell it is a natural one)

J: Nerissa Koslow, the moment I laid eyes on you...

J: I didn't know it then, but I already loved you. You made me human again, you gave me joy and love that I still think I'm not worthy of...

(L is up, her eyes fixated on him, shaking)

J: I am happy I came back and got to meet you... This may be selfish, but please...

(L is bawling her eyes out. He reaches her cheek and caresses her) Just one more second... let me prove I'm worthy of you... would you do the honor of marrying me?

(L crumbles down and hugs him)

L: Jason... oh my god... i... I don't know what to say...

J: Easy there... (caresses her hair) what about a yes or no?

L (pulls back) Yes, of course it's an yes! I love you! (Wipes her tears) When did you even think of this?

J: Way too early when we started dating... didn't want to scare you with this... you were set on seeing if things can work out between us.

(She was reminded again by the ring when Jason put it on her finger. Now she's staring at it)

J: You like it? I... made it myself.

L: Really?

J: The diamond was the hard part. It has to be cut right or otherwise it's too shiny or not shiny at all. Took me a few tries.

L: Wait so you're telling me you... bought a bunch of diamonds just to cut one perfectly... for me?

J: Yes.

L (She looks at him surprised) Thank you! I didn't think anyone would do this for me... but with you... (She pulls him up then kisses him)

L : I lost my composure there a little.

J (chuckles): "A little"

L: It all went from 0 to 100 very fast...

J: It had to be now... I would've chickened out otherwise.

(She hugs him again, tightly)

L: You're so sweet. I love you so much, Jason!

J: I love you too, Lisa! 

❤️ This is based on my reading of Pre N52 Harley (Harley Quinn 2000 and Gotham City Sirens)

🖤 I feel like this expression of "crying-laughing" perfectly encapsulates her character and her struggles (using humour to hide her regrets and guilt)

❤️ But also to a conscious level, here being imprisoned in Arkham she's trying to cope with the fact that she is away from the Joker.

🖤 I made her outfit reminiscent to Alice's (Alce in Wonderland)

❤️ Some pictures to refresh your memories in case you forgot what the 2025 ongoing is (or if trauma blocked it from your minds)

❤️ I wanna be honest with you guys, idk about this one. It is cringe, yes. But take this as a the full use of my free will.

❤️ I have plenty of posts so, if this is your first time encouraging my post, let me know what you think. What do you think of Lisa? Here it may not be her strongest scene, but I am confident i did a pretty good job with Jason. (Dare I say better than in this ongoing?)

❤️ So, this is how things would've gone if Lisa would've showed up in the ongoing instead of Huntress, so you can understand their dynamic.

(Setting: New Angelique, the city Jason went to after the fallout with the Batfam, after the events of Hush 2. He is investigating the murder and suicide of police officers in the name of a mysterious figure, the Tower. He is walking through the hot and humid city, getting familiar with the surroundings. And now is climbing the window to his new home. Inside, Lisa is waiting for him, standing up from the bed as he gets in) 

Lisa: Why are you climbing the window to your own place?

Jason (shrugs): It never hurts to be cautious. You never know when someone comes in your house unannounced.

L: Maybe some people come unannounced because some other people leave Gotham unannounced. (She moves towards him, crossing her arms). 

J (looks directly into her eyes): What do you want, Lisa? 

L: You dare talk like this to me after-- (closes her eyes and takes a second to exhale. The nods towards a suitcase, sitting next to the fridge):  Brought you some stuff you may need. 

J (he goes over to the suitcase and inspects it with his eyes for a moment before opening it. Then he looks through the stuff, finding among other things some weapons one of his older suits, the one with the muzzle and vest). 

J (smirks): You brought that one? Don't you think I need more protection than a T-shirt? 

L: You also need to breathe. This city is way too hot. (She is fanning herself) I'd say it's an improvement to your current state (she gives a dissaproving once over to his current suit) 

J (gestures towards himself): It may not be practical. 

J: But it looks good.

L: Hmm. 

J (he gives her a once over as well. She wears a red summer dress and black flats, then moves quickly to the fridge)

J: Do you want some water? It's ice col--

J: You brought food as well... thanks. (He pours some water for her. Looks down for a second then at her) I'm sorry for being an asshole... now and letting you worry about me... I just... I wasn't thinking. After everything with Joker and Bruce and the others... I just needed to get away.

L: I understand. But I hope it won't happen again. And... I'm sorry too. I should've picked your side in the whole thing... I was too caught up--

J: --doing damage control. That's your shrink instinct.

L: Don't call me a shrink.

J (rolls his eyes playfully)

J: I know how you feel about the Joker. I didn't expect you to be on my side. I wasn't mad at you... I should've made that clear. Actually... 

(He goes over to her and hugs her tightly, burying his head into her neck) I'm happy to see you.

L (She hugs him back with the same force): So we're still together? 

J How can we not when you show up looking like this? (playfully starts biting and sniffing her neck, tickling her and making her laugh) And I'll make known how much I love you (he picks her up. 

(There is a moment they look in each others' eyes) 

L: I missed you! 

J: Missed you too, Stawberry!  

🎯 Part 1 and Part 2

🎯 Thank you for everyone following along! Hope you enjoyed it.

(Later on they’re at the play, and he gets them the best seats. As the play goes on, he explains what happens to her, since they talk old English. During the play, he explains the part where Nerissa tricks Gratiano to take the ring off, then taunts him about it.). V (VO): This is how you’ve got your name.

L (VO): Got it. Let’s move on.

(she’s completely mesmerized, and by the end she starts crying)

D (puzzled by her reaction): Oh, hey now… didn’t I just say they all got happily married and defeated the bad guys? It’s a happy ending…

V: Indeed it is! And it was so beautiful!

D: Then why are you crying?

V: Because it ended.

(He awkwardly tries to hold her. She hugs him tight)

V: Thank you– sorry–

D (Smiles and kisses her forehead)

(Later on they walk to a hotel)

V: I come from Leni– Saint Petersburg.

D: Huh… that’s a beautiful city. Life’s not very easy there, though, right? That’s why you left?

V: Yes… partially. My family was always struggling financially growing up, but they are also close minded. In a beautiful city like Saint Petersburg, full of culture, I wanted to follow my dreams and apply to an Arts College.

D: And they said that’s bullshit.

V: It went down very badly. My dream was over, my whole life was. Until I found an opportunity.

(There were many people fleeing Russia at the time, so he sneaked in a trunk and went all the way to America)

(They got to the reception)

D: One of your best rooms.

D: So you thought that here is all sunshine and rainbows, and you’ll suddenly become a star.

Receptionist: I’m sorry, sir. Our best rooms are rented for more than a night, that’s the policy.

D: Of course, a policy that’ll make you the most money. Give me your best room. (takes out a lot of cash). I rent it for a full month. Good enough?

Receptionist: Right away, sir. An ID?

D: Hands him a fake ID

D (to V): Sorry for you, but you've come to Gotham. The city’s as close to home as it gets. (laugh)

V: Don’t you laugh at me– (tries to look at the ID for the name)

(D covers it subtly with his finger and whispers to her): Floyd. Floyd Lawton. And you are?

V: Viviana Ilyinichna Kozlov.

D: Nice name. Real tongue twister.

(they take the elevator, going upstairs)

V: I think you can handle it. You speak Russian very well. Do Americans generally know it and pretend they don’t?

D: Nah, maybe just rich pricks like me. I liked it, picked it up in high school.

(he unlocks the door to the hotel room, it’s the same one her and Lisa live now, it being rented as an apartment in the present since the whole area downgraded)

V: That’s impressive. It’s a hard language. Your parents must’ve been proud.

(They get inside, and it is a moment of silence between them as she looks around in awe)

D: I’m an orphan, actually.

V (snaps out of it, feeling sorry): God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know, I shouldn’t have brought it up…

D (as he takes off his coat): Nah, it’s okay. My folks are not dead literally. We just don’t have the best relationship.

V: Well, still, I shouldn’t have brought it up.

D: I don’t mind.

(She sits on the edge of the bed. He gets his blazer and shirt off. She remembers why they met in the first place and panics. Stands up)

V: About that I… I… haven’t done this before…

D (a bit surprised, stops in his tracks): A beauty like you?

D (gets close to her, he’s not angry, yet she’s still on edge): let’s go to sleep then.

V (she can’t believe it): Aren’t you angry?

D: No. I got what I wanted from you anyway.

(He goes to the other side of the bed. Her gaze lingers on him as he moves away)

(They are now in bed, lights off, he’s half asleep, she has her eyes open, thinking)

V: Floyd… are you sleeping? (she shifts to look at him and to touch his arm)

D: (stirs awake): Now I’m not… what happened?

V (she leans down and kisses him. He is surprised, but doesn’t pull back, reaches for the lamp to turn on the lights) I want to try with you. If you’re okay with it not being so good.

D: Why the hell not? (he pulls her into a gentle kiss, one hand on her cheek/ jaw and the other on her hip)

D (VO): Who would’ve thought, it wasn’t even half bad?

V (VO): You were surprisingly gentle.

L (VO): Okay… Firs of all: Ew… Second: that was stupidly irresponsible from you both.

D (VO): It gets better.

(She wakes up alone)

V (VO): It was the most beautiful night. But it had to come to an end… he wasn’t there in the morning.

V (she notices the money he left behind for her. Turning on the TV, she finds out from the news he is a wanted criminal and that he’s been caught)

D (VO): You should thank me, I left, and they didn’t catch you with me.

(She looks scared, worried, paces around the room, looks again at the money in her hands).

🎯 Part 1 linked below

🎯 For anyone confused this is a dual structure: their dialogue in the flashback and their commentaries from the present about the event marked as voice overs "VO"

(Flashback scene, January)

V (voice over): We’ve met many years ago, actually… I’d just fled my country, without my parents knowing, chasing the American dream, I ended up in Gotham.

D (VO): I was in Gotham too, trying to take over the crime scene.

V (VO): I had no place to go, I was young and alone in a big new city.

(Young V was sitting down, curled up by the entrance of a diner, shaking.)

V (VO): That night I was roaming the streets…

D (VO): That night, it all hit the fan. Everyone and their mothers were looking for me.

(Batman and the police roaming the city searching for him)

D (VO): I was officially a wanted man.

(As he hides from them, he passes by V. Then he then stops and takes a few steps back)

D (VO): I was bummed, needed some relief.

D: Are you a hooker?

(V looks up at him, confused)

V: (After a moment) I dzon’t… (gesticulates trying to say “understand”) English.

D: Where are you from then?

V: (thinks for a second)

D: Russia?

(her face lights up and she nods)

(from here on, he talks to her in Russian, and she answers in Russian as well)

D: I asked if you’re a hooker.

V (thinks for a second)

D (takes out a lot of money): I’ll pay you.

V (VO): I was desperate, so I lied.

V: Yes.

D: C’mon then…

(He helps her up, and they walk together.)

(On their way to a hotel, she stares at a poster advertising the play The Merchant of Venice, which’ll be performed that night. The first time, the play will also be recorded).

D (VO): I needed some ego boost. Had a lot of money and she was impressionable… What’s life without…

D: (English)…some risk.

D (back to Russian): We can make a stop there if you want.

V: Really? I always wanted to see a play.

D: Yeah, no biggie.

V: Thank you!

(He looks at her, looking at her clothes, then at the poster) But we have some time to kill by then. Let’s get you dressed first.

(She was about to say something, but he grabs her, and they get into a luxury store.)

V: Are you sure, here…

(They get inside)

D: Grab anything you like. They don’t have price tags, even if you’re tempted to look.

(A little montage of her trying different outfits and dresses and showing it to him. He is genuinely in awe.)

V: So, which one should we get?

D: All.

(After the shopping spree, it comes a dinner. They are at a fancy restaurant, that’ll become the Iceberg Lounge)

V: Wow, the architecture is so beautiful here! How come they’re allowed to have real penguins here?

D: Cobblepot… the owner. He’s got many people quiet to make it happen.

V: “Quiet”?

D: The pretty way of saying it, yeah. He’s doing well, though. He’s gonna extend the place.

V: And you know this because… are you friends?

D: Friends? No, I don’t do friends, business partners.

(A scene from the past of D betraying The Penguin)

V: But, is he hiring?

D: Logically he should’ve. Interested?

V: Frankly, yes.

D: Then I’ll put in a good word for ya.

V: Would you do that?

D (VO): Didn’t do that.

V: Thank you so much!

D: You have to stop thanking people. Makes you weak. Pass me the bread!

(She hands it to him)

D: They give you something. Chin up, look them straight in the eyes and take it. (he also does the gestures by taking the basket as he explains). Got it?

V: Got it!

D: Now let’s see it in action!

(She looks down at the table to do the same exercise, but as the music plays, she gets another idea. She gets up and goes to his seat).

V: Dance with me!

D: I don’t dance.

V: It was not a question! Get up!

D (smirks): Very well! You learn fast!

(They start dancing a slow dance or maybe a waltz)

V: You’re really good at it.

D: I said I don’t dance, not that I don’t know how.

🎯 Floyd and Vivianne tell their daughter how they met. This is present time, the reveal, when all the secrets are out.

(Knocks on the door. She opens it) 

(Deadshot is behind it. But she doesn't let him come in, she lashes at him instead, pointing a finger at him) 

V: I don't know why you came back, and I don't care, but leave my daughter alone!!! 

D: She's not only your daughter, isn't she now? 

V: (surprised) 

D: (lifts his hands up like a “take it easy” gesture) Can I come in? 

V: (she steps aside, letting him enter) 

(He sits on the sofa, while he lights a cigarette, she brings him an ashtray) 

(She takes a seat on a chair across from him, still feeling on edge) 

(He takes a drag) 

D: I don't plan on harming either of you, if this is what you're worried about. 

(After a moment).

V: Since when do you know? 

D: (Blowing out the smoke) Not too long ago. Actually, like an hour ago. Came here right away. 

V: What? Then why were you two together yesterday? 

D: … Let's just say we both got tangled up in stuff and helped each other get out. Don't worry, took care of it. 

V: You always “taking care” of things. 

D: What you should've done all these years…

V: Oh, don't you dare! Come here and act like a hero!--

D: I'm not a hero. 

V:-- Like you would've dropped everything and become a family man the second you knew she's yours!--

D (angry, stands up): Probably I wouldn't have! But you know what–    Would've sent money! Lots of ‘em! So you wouldn't have to live like this! Or that she would've gone to college and stayed out of trouble!!! 

(After this burst of anger, she's intimidated and scared. So he sits back down, taking some drags, quietly). 

D: I like her. She's smart and bratty, not rude, bratty when time calls for it. When someone steps on her tail. 

V: I am aware how much she takes after you. 

D (chuckles): funny you say that. I figured early on, she's yours. Didn't think she was also mine, though. 

V: Really? 

D: You joking? She looks exactly like you, Russian, the name, the apartment… how many clues do I need?

V: You still remember after all this time? 

D: … What are we gonna do next? You told her, the father is dead. Detailed enough it almost fooled me too.-- 

(Lisa comes in through the front door. From the hallway, she can see Deadshot on the sofa) 

V: You have to understand–

(She comes forward on edge)

L: … Professor, what brings you here? 

D: Drop the act, kid! She knows. 

L (whisper): She knows… 

V: Come in, Nessy. We have to talk. 

(She comes in)

V: Take a seat… 

(She reluctantly sits down, next to Deadshot)

L: What happened? 

D: I’m your father. 

(A still moment, Lisa has eyes wide open, Vivianne looks at Floyd with anger mixed with exasperation) 

L: Hahahaha… is this a metaphor or something? Hahah… my dad’s dead, Floyd! 

(She stops laughing)

(She looks at her mother)

L: And you two have just met… right? … Mom? 

V: … 

❤️ Part 1 linked below for context!

PAGE 5

Panel 1, 2, 3: This is supposed to be for the readers only. It shows what happens to him after dying but he does not remember any of this.

Panel 1: He is looking around, curled up. This is only his soul but he doesn’t realise he died yet.

Panel 2: POV from his perspective, so we’re looking up. Death of the Endless holds out her hand to help him up with a friendly smile.

Jason (voice over): So I don't remember anything that happened after… If this is what you're asking.

Panel 3: He is in a place reminiscent of purgatory. Nothing can be seen, just fog. There is a giant scale, Jason sits on one of the pans while the other is used for adding all the bad things he did. They would be lifted off of it depending on his good ones and the gravity of them. For now the scale is perfectly even.

Jason (voice over): Perhaps I went to hell or heaven… or nowhere at all.

Panel 4: Another black panel. This is supposed to be the moment he woke up in his coffin. Despite us not seeing anything he is hitting the top of it. (P.S he already told her about this moment)

Jason (whispering): …Bruce

Lisa (voice over): Darkness… was the first thing you saw as well, waking up… in there?

Panel 5: Him crawling out of his grave.

Jason (voice over): Yes

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Panel 1: Back to the present. Jason is now by the sink as well, in front of her. She looks up at him.

Lisa: Are you happy to be back?

Jason: …Putting it into perspective–

Panel 2: Close up of him chuckling

Jason: Happy, it’s a strong word.

Panel 3: He is trying not to smile, but his eyes betray him. He is pointing at himself proud.

Jason: But for some reason, I’ve got another chance to do everything. My way! I’ve got a purpose, I was not aware of the first time around. So you can say… I’m content.

Panel 4: She avoids his stare.

Lisa (narration): Interesting… I couldn’t have been content if I were in his place…

Lisa: …Well if it’s worth anything, I am happy you’re back–

Panel 5: She smiles as well, her eyes softening.

Lisa: –And I got to finally meet you.

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Panel 1: He points at her forehead.

Jason: Should I sign here–

Panel 2: Then at her arm.

Jason: –Or here?

Panel 3: Wide shot of both looking amused and a little content.

Lisa: You flatter yourself!

Jason: Am I? Or it’s you acting too much like a fangirl?

Panel 4: She has a small pout. He is passing her by, to get to the sink.

Jason: You realise I’m not the same guy you heard about, right?

Panel 5: She turns around towards him, to answer.

Lisa: No. He’s still in there, but more hardcore.