#aruna

Name: Aruna

AKA: Emma A

Born: 28th of November 2006

Part 29

Batgirl (2008) #6 features Bruce asking to adopt Cass:

Batgirl (2000) #68 has Lady Shiva calling Bruce Cass’s other father.

Batman: Gotham Knights #69:

Aruna calls Cass "daughter of the bat" in Batgirl (2024) #14:

Bruce tells Tim "We're family" in Robin #148:

Tim tells Cass she has a family in Red Robin #17:

In Batgirl (2008) #1, Bruce breaks up a fight between Dick and Cass:

In Batgirl (2008) #6, Bruce says they'll handle a fight between Cass and David Cain "in the family":

Batgirl (2024) #15 shows Nyssa calling Cass "daughter of the great detective":

Starfinder Envoy character I play named Aruna. She's a follower/cleric of Serenrae. Although she looks like a Tiefling she's an ifrit. More about her under the cut if you're curious.

I liked how the author concluded the arc, though the story had flaws.

This arc of Batgirl focused on Cass’s damage and her inability to heal, both emotionally and literally, as shown during her training arc. This point is hammered in through out the last arc so often that some people were turned off by it. Validly, there were criticisms about how the story failed to show Cass as a hero, failed to characterize her unwillingness to kill, and failed to justify the involvement of the extended cast. Admittedly, the story raised my eyebrows at times as well. Thankfully, I had faith.

The last issue and the ending to this part of the story remedied these concerns to an extent. It showed why Nyssa was an important inclusion as she served as Cass’s foil. The war between the League and the Unburied was concluded with little to no bloodshed due to the efforts of Cass and Jaya; thus, Cass’s heroism was put in full display. Tenji, unfortunately, was relegated to the Damsel in Distress but he also served as the heart of the story, as he often presented the softer and more idealistic part of being a super hero. Finally, Cass chooses her family and lets herself heal. This emotional growth is then matched with physical growth as she was then able to save Nyssa from her numbness using the techniques Jaya taught her.

Again, the story is good and the problems are often rooted in pacing. [I pray to who ever listens that DC makes an TPB or an omnibus of this as it would solve a few of the complaints, though not all] Brombal trusted us with a slow burn story and, while it did not always work out, I am glad I stayed for the entire ride.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted. This year, I’m achieving to drawing more often and post here. Hopefully I can also do some commission work soon.

Melody and Aruna belong to @catnap1126 and Mystic Glitch. And thanks to @catnap1126 for helping me with the sketch for them.

Morrigan sat upon the highest perch of her territory, gaze never straying. The mountains' bitter chill was relentless, a fierce squall whipping around her. Yet she remained like a statue, a silent sentinel unfazed by the sudden shift of the weather.

"Morrigan."

She didn't turn. The melanistic Absol climbed the mountain, braved the storm to see her. She would always know the voice that pierced through the storm and allowed her to leave. He nuzzled her cheek affectionately, his warm presence settling beside her. It was only then that she realized she was cold.

"Aruna." She returned it, a small smile breaking through her stony face. "Is he asleep?" She leaned against him, slowly stretching her stiff limbs.

"Finally. He wouldn't let go of my paw. He was crying about nightmares."

Her brows furrowed. "Again?"

He nodded. "I think it is this place, Morri," he said. "I understand your need, of not wanting to leave this place, but… think of our son. Is this a normal pack tradition of yours?" Lines of worry formed creases along his eyes, the same eyes their child has. "Why not let them handle it?"

"Because they do not have this." She lifted her rear paw, revealing a book beneath it.

"Why not give it to them?"

Her gaze darkened. "They wouldn't be able to handle it on their own."

"…I thought they were dead to you."

She growled under her breath. "It is… complicated. I don't hate all of them. I hate only… some of them. Not the young ones. I can never blame them for the ignorant adults running them into ruin."

"So you do this out of obligation? Protection?"

She nipped his ear out of frustration. "Stop asking me, mate." She lapped the pain away with the swipe of the tongue. "You always do this…"

He rubbed his nose against hers with a smile. "Who would challenge you otherwise?"

"No one."

"I only want you to look at the big picture. Ask yourself, what do you want? I want to be entirely selfish. I don't care about the pack that sought to use you. I only want you and our son to be safe. But I am respecting your wishes because this is new."

"It is new… and I don't know what to do." Her voice was lost. The confident Absol who burns with fire; her flame was a mere ember in the wind. She looked him in the eye. "Should we leave?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I… don't want to leave. Yet. Give me… a few days."

"Okay." He pressed his forehead against hers. He always guided her back. Stroked the embers in a fire so bright…