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Feline Blue au by @carpetbug
Angelic Layer au by @zoe-oneesama
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Warm up sketches of various ml aus ive been enjoying lately
Featuring:
Dad Villain au + Feralnette au both by @bigfatbreak
Golden Beetle from Bread Girl au by @tumble-witch
Feline Blue au by @carpetbug
Angelic Layer au by @zoe-oneesama

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I made a sonic au
Maria lives au :D
Basically she gets kidnapped by g.u.n. after the whole incident thing to like continue grandpa robotnik's work ig
She didn't know that Shadow was still alive tho (g.u.n. probably told her he was dead)
But then Sonic saves her (idk why they had to break into g.u.n. just yet,,, but they did) and tells her that Shadow is a-ok and so they get to reunite yippieeee
And now Maria hangs out with the whole cast :D
Additional stuff: I wanted to give her crow's feet after the savening bc I remember hearing that it happens when you smile and I think she would smile a lot after being rescued (you can't really see them tho womp womp)
Also I wanted to make her chonky to show how she is like doing well now,, also also she still usually wears the dress and stuff I just didn't know how to draw that and make it obvious that she was chonkier so she got the dress shirt and khakis treatment
Also (the final also) she turned her headband into goggles
Dyrroth - Prince of Light
HD skin portrait (ft. Silvanna)
(enhanced with ai and edited with photoshop)
I was unable to find the artist for this one. My theory is that they weren't allowed to claim it because the skin never ended up being put in the game đ
I found the photo that I used as a base in this reddit post though
Made another transformation sequence from Scarlet Lady AU by @zoe-oneesama based on her sketches.Â
Marigold version here
Bloody Stream of Fate AU
Well, Iâm gonna start to post an AU >< hope youâll like it haha

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Had a dream about your one adrien akuma who's all on fire and angry because FU took away his miraculous, but around the climax he turned into the ghost rider and it was the most metal thing I've dreamed to date. It was kinda fun to see adrien riding a flaming motorcycle though.
Sounds like an old au I made.
SCORNED SOUL!
Thats what I called him. It was called Fired au.
The Superfriends AU (part 13)
He felt sick.Â
Heâd felt sick since being sentenced to his room by Enda. The small woman found him in the lobby with Jon shortly after the Kryptonianâs meltdown. She dragged him to the door of his room, tossed him inside and slammed it shut, but not before telling him he was forbidden to leave and informing him that she would be making some calls. She told him he was lucky he had such good aim.Â
She didnât believe that it was an accident either.Â
Jon had come to his room, asking what had happened and wondering why he was in trouble. Damian told him it was nothing for him to worry about and that they should focus on Luthor for the time being. He stayed for awhile, the two brainstorming ideas on how to help their fathers, but eventually Jon decided he wanted to be alone with his thoughts. Damian didnât try to stop him from leaving, but wasnât too keen on the idea of the boy being alone, so he sent Titus with him.Â
It made him feel better about Jon, but now Damian was the one by himself.Â
Being alone used to never bother him, back when he was with his mother heâd be left alone for hours. At first he had well trained nursemaids to take care of him, but once he grew out of that he was given a few guards to watch over him. Even once he learned how to properly defend himself, guards were always by his side. The risk was too great to leave the prince unguarded. But the guards learned quickly, they knew not to overstep, to stay outside of the room, to not speak unless spoken too.Â
So being alone wasnât new and it didnât bother him, it didnât used to bother him. But then he came to Gotham, and yes he was alone for a long time, but then Grayson came around and Drake started warming up to him, or rather he started warming up to Drake. Alfred was always there and he quickly learned just how many children were in his fatherâs life. And of course there was Jason. They pretended to be strangers but Jason heâd known longer than all of them.Â
And now he didnât like being alone so much.Â
Usually if trapped by himself he would text. Heâd text Colin first, but Colin was upset with him. Then heâd go to Jon, who needed to be alone. He could always text Marinette, no matter the time, but currently the Parisian girl was angry with him. There were his classmates, Gotham Academy may not have been what he expected but he did like the people in his class, even enjoyed their presence on occasion. He could always text the group chat, it was typically teeming with drama. He was probably behind on the drama, seeing how Colin and Marinette had been occupying his phone so often on the trip.Â
Damian sat on his bed, pillow in his lap, staring at the device. The screen was darkened, making his reflection prominent. He glared at himself. He was still angry, and still very confused. Why was everyone so upset? He hadnât meant to shoot Adrien, it was an honest to god accident. In fact, if not for Damianâs quick thinking, for the jerk of his hand, the boy would be dead. They should be thanking him!Â
Damian pressed the home button, typed in his passcode and watched his lockscreen, the nightwing symbol, change to a bright photo of his animals. His finger loomed over his texting app, a silent debate happening in his mind. In the end, he decided he just didnât have the energy to deal with his classmates.Â
Instead he opened his contacts and scrolled through them until he found his brothersâ names. Dick was at a wedding, heâd be busy with stuff surrounding the ceremony all week long. Apparently titans from all over the world were gathing. It was more of a week long party with a random wedding thrown in the mix than something traditional. He shouldnât bother Dick.Â
Tim was at a conference and Jason was who knows where doing who knows what. Stephenie never gave good advice, at least Damian didnât think she did. Cass would probably just scold him for almost killing the Agreste boy, no he couldnât call her. Duke would just be confused if Damian tried contacting him. Kate was also out, knowing the red haired woman, her girlfriend would get involved and Damian would just spend an hour being mothered by the pair.Â
He could call Barbra?Â
No. That was a bad idea as well.Â
Damian fell back on the large pile of pillows, thumb randomly scrolling through his contacts. He had so many numbers listed. He probably didnât need all of them. Heâd copied a copious amount JLA phone numbers into his cellular device, just in case he needed someone specific form the League and didnât have time to go through his father. If it werenât for all the trouble with the Luthors Damian might have called Diana.Â
He tossed his phone to the side, head resting back.Â
Was there really no one he could call for advice?Â
He had begun to pride himself on the strides he was making in socializing. Grayson beamed everytime Damian asked for permission to spend time with his classmates. His father would pat his head and tell him how happy he was that his son was branching out. Everyone seemed so excited about him becoming more social. Yet here he was, alone.Â
Damian reached for his phone again, contacts still open he began to scroll through his classmates. None of them seemed like a good fit for his current predicament. JLA members, the entirety of the Gotham Police Department, all of his classmates, a handful of Gotham rogues, plus his family and he couldnât call one person for advice. Maybe he wasnât as good at socializing as he once thought.Â
He sunk lower into his pillows, phone resting on his chest underneath his hands. He shut his eyes, trying to force himself to sleep. Maybe things would be better in the morning, probably, one could hope. Once everyone got a good night's rest, they would no longer be upset with him. Theyâd apologize for overreactingâŠyeah.
Or Edna might decide to be done with him, not worth all the trouble after all. It wouldnât be hard to reshoot, heâs only modeled a few outfits. Marinette wouldnât come to his defense, of course not, sheâd be too busy playing nursemaid to that dumb blonde cat. Gabriel would most likely file a lawsuit as soon as business hours started. His father would be so angry, years of progress all washed down the drain. Once an assassin always an assassin. Heâd probably be sent back to the monks, or some other form of boarding school. Somewhere Damian could be reformed, learn how to be good.Â
Colin would break up with him.Â
Were they even still together at this point?Â
It wasnât entirely out of the question. They didnât fight, typically if they had a disagreement or were angry with one another Colin would get frustrated and eventually force them to talk it out. None of their problems lasted long. But itâd been nearly nine hours since they last talked. That was a record, Colin never went that long without talking to him if Damian was upset or if they had a fight. An hour maybe, two if they were busy. But it was now well past eleven at night, Colin was probably asleep. He always said how important it was not to go to bed angry with one another. The red haired boy had a habit of talking like they were married, which Damian didnât mind, but his brothers often teased him for it.Â
But it was almost midnight, and Colin was probably asleep.Â
His boyfriend went to bed angry, meaning they probably werenât dating anymore.Â
Colin hated him and never wanted to speak to him again, that was really the only explanation. His ex and cousin probably spent dinner together discussing how much they now hated him. Damian should have seen this coming. He tried so very hard to hide everything he had been taught to be by the League of Assassins, but some of his darkness escaped and now everyone around him saw how ugly he was on the inside. They all hated him, it was the only explanation. Damian would probably get home and be hated by his family as well, maybe even his animals.Â
God his chest felt like lead.Â
Why was it so hard to breath?Â
And why was it so hot all of a sudden?
His heart rate was also accelerated, which was strange. Why was his heart beating so fast?Â
Oh.
Oh.
He was having a panic attack.
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Marinette sat in the cafeteria of the Mode Building, tablet propped up on the table. The place had been practically abandoned for the night, the only light coming from the kitchen doorway. Sheâd come down to make herself some hot chocolate, hoping it would quell the pit in her stomach, and had found the silence of the large space rather comforting. Plus the view of the city scape that the floor to ceiling windows gave her was gorgeous at this late hour.Â
She typed away on her device, using her stylist pin every now and again to rearrange what was on her screen. Today had been a mess, and now she was left to pick up the pieces, reshaping them into something that resembled a functioning strategy. Her plan with Lila had been full proof. She had her crew to antagonize her, get her to claim ridiculous things, a growing list of lies Marinette documented flawlessly. Then she and Max set to work debunking everything that came out of her mouth. The bluenette had only needed a little more time, she was so close to proving everything.
But then Lila had uttered Damianâs name.Â
The very mention of which was making her sick at the moment.Â
The Wayneâs were powerful, the name alone had so much influence, sheâd seen it herself whenever she would visit Gotham. That cursed city believed anything they were told. If some random french girl started spouting off about her and Damian Wayneâs forbidden love, the public would eat it up. And theyâd burn Colin at the stake in the process. Â
She had vivid memories of when sheâd visited Gotham at age eleven. She stayed for a month during the summertime. It was her second in person meeting with Damian, the first had begun rough but theyâd come out of it extremely close. Within days her picture was everywhere. Everyone referring to her as âthe secret girlfriend.â Hordes of Wayne fangirls, varying in age from nine to twenty-six, openly threatened her, they swarmed her cousins whenever they were in public. She recalled one girl getting her hand in Damianâs hair and then breaking down into sobs because sheâd gotten to touch one of them.Â
Damian sued her, if Marinette was remembering correctly.Â
The tides changed the moment that it was announced she was their cousin. Suddenly, all the fangirls were just as obsessed with her as they were with her cousins. Which somehow made them scarier in Marinetteâs eyes.Â
She could recall every awful thing that the news outlets had said about her. It was like the city itself hated her up until they realized she was a Wayne. Those nasty things were often what swam through her head in the midst of an anxiety attack. Gotham was a horrendous place, she had decided that long ago. It was like the people themselves thought that the only thing their city had to offer was the Waynes, probably because everything else was corrupt or in ruins within seconds. It really was no wonder they were turning out crazies at such an accelerated rate. The city was like a breeding ground for metahuman accidents and mental illness.Â
She shutdown her folder on Lila.
She wasnât going to be able to update anything till she got in touch with Foxtrot. She needed to be fully briefed on the aftermath. Of course once she was able to contact her crew they would give her the rundown, but she needed to know what was going on inside, and with Nino on the outs with the Liar, Foxtrot was her only source of information left.Â
She clutched her stylist harder, she hated what that girl was doing to her. Lila had turned Marinette into the one thing she swore she would never become.Â
Batman.
She had her army, her spies, spies that not even her spies knew about. An enemy that absorbed her every waking thought. Sheâd begun to encrypt everything. She had even asked Tim to instal Batcomputer level software on her tablet. He ended up just sending her a new one. Told her it was an early birthday gift and that it would be their little secret. But knowing her cousin, he could probably see everything she did on the device.Â
She had encrypted files for the war against Lila, and encrypted files for the war against Hawkmoth. Now if only it was possible to get a spy on the inside of Hawkmothâs operation, god knows her life would be easier. Instead she just had maps of the city, charts of the most frequent akuma attacks, and a list of possible suspects. But investigating the terrorist was much harder than she had originally thought it would be. It wasnât like Ladybug could just go around randomly questioning people, she was lucky enough to have the relationship she did with the Paris Police, she didnât need to rock the boat.Â
Sheâd even resorted to walking around the city and having Tikki mark places on a map that she felt another Kawami was close. Of course none of those locations panned out. The small magical creature later admitting that she got a strong feeling from the Agreste Mansion, but knowing Adrien was Chat Noir she had excluded it from the list.Â
All of her cousins, and her uncle, had at one point or another offered their services. Her Uncle Bruce convinced if sheâd just let the League into Paris, they would have Hawkmoth in custody within the day. But she couldnât risk it.Â
They were damn lucky that no metahumans or supers had shown up in Paris thus far. If Hawkmoth got control of someone with actual powers, the consequences could be disastrous. Marinette knew she could fix any damage an akuma did, but if that akuma had heat vision before getting akumatized, and lasered a building in half? Well she was far less confident that she could fix that.Â
Hell, she was hesitant to let Bruce Wayne into Paris, and he was family. But her uncle was an emotional time bomb. All his children were, and if Hawkmoth got control of them and saw into their minds...the girl physically shuddered at the thought. Though, with her knew knowledge about ChloĂ©, she had some small amount of hope. Maybe Hawkmoth didnât have an all access pass to a personâs mind like they had originally thought. It was hard to question anyone about their experiences when they couldnât remember a thing in the aftermath.Â
Her head jerked to the side as the soft ding of the elevator rang through the quiet room. She watched as the metallic doors slid open bathing the slim build of Gabriel Agreste in soft yellow light. The girlâs body froze as she watched him step from the elevator and walk through the empty room. He paused roughly halfway to the kitchen, seeming to finally notice the girl.Â
Marinetteâs fingers moved without much thought, shutting down the file she had on Hawkmoth and opening up a random folder on her screen. She smiled and gave a small wave before turning back to her tablet, seeing a handful of Agreste fashion spreads now laid out and illuminated.Â
âGreat.â She whispered. âJust fantastic.â She circled a few of the designs with her stylist before shutting the folder and opening up one filled with Galbakiâs latest spread. Damian had a working theory he had mentioned the other day, before all of the Lila drama unfolded, that Galbaki was copying old lines of famous designers and just giving his version a face lift with a new color scheme and different material.Â
It was basically what he did with super suits, every single one he created was basically a carbon copy of an old suit Edna had designed, just with âedgierâ colors and sparkly material. Damian had asked Marinette to examine the lines more closely, seeing as she had the designer eye in the family. And once theyâd built up enough evidence theyâd take it to Edna and probably get a parade thrown for them by the small woman.Â
By the looks of it his last collection was just a color redo of an older Agreste summer line, with a handful of more futuristic elements thrown in for that signature Galbaki style. Liars and cheats made her sick. There were so many hard working good hearted people in the world, who busted their asses everyday for years just to get recognized, for a chance at their shot. And then assholes like this come in and just take it all.Â
For a second Marinette had a hard time distinguishing Galbaki and Lila in her head.
Her attention lured away from her tablet by the elevators again, seeing their doors close on Mr. Agresteâs form. He was holding a tray of coffee in his hands. That was...very strange.Â
Why was he getting his own coffee?Â
And where was Nathalie? Â
Actually, now that she thought about it, she hadnât seen Nathalie at the shoot this morning. Where was Nathalie?
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The jet was quiet, save for the bubbling of the champagne. Oliver sat, leg resting on his knee, opposite the beautiful redhead woman whose eyes were focused out the window. The tall, slender womanâs bicep flexed every few minutes as she moved the champagne flute held between her fingers. Her angular face rested in her other hand, lips painted a dangerous shade of red that complimented the olive color of her irises.Â
âFrance?â Oliver finally asked, it had taken him a few minutes to process the information heâd been given.Â
âThereâs a man I met in college that Iâm hoping to reconnect with.â She answered.Â
âDoes he know?â Oliver asked, leaning forward, setting his own flute on the table between them.Â
âHe only ever knew me as Tess, never Lena, or even Lutessa.â The woman answered. âHe had the kindest smile.â Her lips quirked into a grin of her own. âA very humble man, didnât come from much, I imagine heâs got a nice blue collar job now.â
âDoesnât sound like your type.â The smile she shot Oliver was lethal.
âBecause Iâve had such great luck with billionaires in the past.â She rolled her eyes, taking a sip from her glass, lipstick staining the rim.
âWell, maybe try a nice millionaire, if youâre looking for a change of pace.â She laughed at that, setting her glass down, her green eyes sparkling with mirth.Â
âIsnât the whole point of me going undercover in this ridiculous version of witness protection to not attract attention?â She leaned forward. âI think Lex would notice if some random rich man married his baby sister.âÂ
âI donât know. Lex can be a little dumb sometimes, I should know, I went to prep school with him for ten years.â Oliver offered a smile of his own.
âHeâs a genius Ollie. A son of a bitch, yes, but a genius all the same.â She picked her glass up and took another swig. âBesides, Roger was a sweet boy, Iâm sure he turned into quite the kind man. Iâve never had enough of those in my life.â Oliver scoffed at her comment, transforming her smile into a smirk. âOf course, that comment does exclude Clark Kent.â She said, lips hovering over the rim of her glass.
âExcuse me?â He rested a hand over his chest.
âOh come on Oliver, Iâve known you for quite some time, you werenât always so nice. You still arenât too terribly nice.â She took another sip before setting her glass down. âYouâre kind of a jack-ass Ollie.âÂ
âYeah but Iâm a kind jack-ass.âÂ
She smiled, crossing her legs. âPlus, Emilie is in Paris now. Figured I could reconnect with her. Surely sheâd keep my secret.âÂ
Oliverâs eyebrow quirked. âGraham de Vanily?â He asked.Â
âMmm.â She took another sip from her glass. âShe married that designer, remember?âÂ
Oliver turned to look out the window. âYeah, I remember.âÂ
The womanâs gaze turned pitying. âThe two of you would have never worked out Ollie.â She sighed. âPlus with your extracurriculars I doubt Emilie could have handled it.âÂ
Oliver squinted his eyes. âShe was Amandaâs best-â
âWhich is why she got out. She hated working for Mandy.â The woman turned her head towards the window. âDespised it, if I'm remembering correctly.âÂ
âYeah well, I wouldnât spend too much time with Emmie. Her husbandâs an ass.âÂ
âYouâre only saying that because she refused to run away with you on the eve of her wedding.â Oliverâs eyes widened.Â
âYou know about that?â He asked.Â
âYou mean you practically begging her to run off into the sunset with you? Yeah Ollie. Iâm the one who helped Emilie get out of the life. She told me everything.â She shrugged. âThough, I must admit, I do wish I could become friends with someone, just once, and not find out that you screwed them too.âÂ
âIt was never like that with Emilie.â Oliver turned away from her. âIt wasnât like that with you either. For the record. But for some reason whenever I fall for a woman she suddenly decides she hates my guts.âÂ
âThe mask doesnât help.â The redhead whispered.Â
The silence that stretched between them was long before the woman spoke again. âSheâs pregnant you know.â Oliverâs eyes snapped back to the redhead. âExpecting a little boy apparently.âÂ
âHeâs going to be a shit father.âÂ
âBut sheâll be an amazing mother.âÂ
âShe will.âÂ
âI think Roger would probably be a good father,â The woman leaned farther back in her seat. âI wouldnât mind starting a little family. Iâve always wanted a daughter you know.âÂ
âWhat if you get a son?â
âAny Luthor progeny carrying a Y chromosome should be killed on sight.â She crossed her arms. âIâll stand by that till the day I die.âÂ
Oliver nodded in slight agreement. âSo, Roger? What if heâs taken?â Oliver smiled cheekily. âPlanning to play homewrecker and steal him away from some poor unsuspecting woman?â
âIt might sound absolutely ridiculous to someone who falls in love every two seconds with any pretty woman who can match wits with him, but when I left Paris, after Iâd finished school, he asked me to marry him.â The woman turned back to the window. âI was Tess then, but I knew I had to be Lena again soon. That my brother was coming for me. I couldnât drag a good man like him into my world.â
âAnd?âÂ
âHe said heâd wait for me.â She smiled, eyes watching the dark sky. âAnd itâs the strangest thing but I believed him.âÂ
âWhat if heâs ugly now?âÂ
The woman let out a snort, leaning forward and covering her mouth. âOh god Oliver, only you!â
âDefinitely not only me. You know what those pricks that we grew up around were like.âÂ
âOnly assistants who are easy on the eyes.â The woman rolled her own sparkling irises. âPreferable leggy.âÂ
âAnd the girls only wanted nice big buff bodyguards, broad shouldered, tall with a head of dark hair.â Oliver leaned forward, smirk wide. âLook, the girls found appearances just as important as us boys. The boys just had a higher sex drive and louder opinions.âÂ
âMuch louder.â The woman sighed. âLooks donât matter that much anymore Ollie. I just want something simple. A family, a quiet life. I want to worry about homework and dinner for a change, instead of figuring out how much kryptonite needs to be melted down and added to the formula of a titanium bullet in order for it to be lethal to everyoneâs favourite friendly farm boy journalist.âÂ
âIâm sorry but anyone who prefers Clark to Lois,â Oliver shook his head. âhas something seriously wrong with them.âÂ
The woman laughed again, shaking her own head before smiling. âI am going to miss those two.â
âWe could always protect you a little closer to home?â The man offered, eyes hopeful, but the woman just shook her head harder.Â
âI told you Ollie-â
âRodger.âÂ
âI really do feel like this is what I need to do.â She leaned forward, taking the manâs hand. âIâll reconnect with Emilie. Get married, have a kid or two. I want to live my life without looking over my shoulder, without fearing that heâll just appear behind me.âÂ
âWeâre going to do our best to give that to you Le-â Oliver stopped, almost biting his lip. âTess.â He corrected.
âI sure hope so.â The woman smiled, her playful edge back. âBecause if Amanda Waller and Bruceâs little Hero Clubâs forces combined canât keep my brother away, then humanity really is doomed.âÂ
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Oliverâs eyes were killing him. Heâd been staring at the damn screen in front of him for hours. Tess had been his responsibility. She wanted out and he promised her safe passage to a better life, a life where the Luthor name, a name she had never wanted, would never catch up to her. He was supposed to protect her from her psychotic brother. He hadnât been out twenty-four hours and she was unfindable.Â
The truth of the matter was Tess had stopped regularly checking in years ago. Oliver had contacted her and she had said she was getting married. That she didnât want her husband to find out anything. She thanked him for everything and then he never heard from her again. He didnât want to push or pry, he could respect someone starting over from scratch, she had built herself a life and Oliver wasnât going to be the one who tore it away from her. But now she was likely dead or back in her brotherâs clutches, and it was all his fault, and everyone in the room knew it.Â
Oliver waved his hand over the holopad in front of him, the screen disappearing as he leaned forward on his elbows. It felt strange to be in the Watchtower out of costume but here he was, accompanied by Clarck Kent, Diana Prince, Bruce Wayne, Hal Jordan, Barry Allen, Arthur Curry and the Martian Manhunter. Jâonn had opted not to stay in his human disguise, which was fine, no one was going to force him to. When Lex had been released the whole League went to defcon one. None of them had really had time to change once they realized that not only did they no longer have eyes on Lena Luthor, but Checkmate didnât seem to either.
They were all just sitting around the conference room table. No one spoke, everyoneâs attention on their own holopads. He had relayed his story of his and Tessâs last in person conversation, the League had listened intently but now no one seemed interested in offering up opinions.
Clark moved to dismiss his holopad. âWhat happened after you landed?â The Kryptonian asked.
Oliver sighed, hand running through his hair before resting it on the table in front of him. âAfter we landed in Italy, we met up with one of Wallerâs agents, and I handed Tess off to them. Maybe a year after that, I got a call about her reuniting with Roger, and that was it.âÂ
Bruce sat at the head of the conference table, out of costume but Batmanâs signature scowl present on his face. âThe agent?â He wiped his hand over the holopad, screen disappearing.
âYouâd have to ask Mandy about that one. She was older, grey hair, big eyes, gave me the codeword, introduced herself as Agent Indigo.â Oliver shrugged. âTess recognized her though, and the codeword was correct, and we were in the agreed meeting spot.â
Clark sat on Bruceâs right, hands clenched into tight fists. âWhat about this Roger? I mean, how many Rogers can there be in one city?â
âYouâd be surprised.â Arthur murmured, eyes scanning over his holopad. âWeâre narrowing it down as best we can, but Lena attended five different universities, three of which were in Paris. Weâve got a total of one hundred and seventy-two Rogers and counting that she could have been talking about.âÂ
âA hundred and seventy-two?â Diana asked.Â
âParis is a large city with a big population. Weâve also got to account for all grade levels and for all we know Roger wasnât even a student. He could have just been some rando she met.â Arthur shrugged, pushing some of his own hair out of his face. âBut seeing as heâs all weâve got to go on-â
âWhat about the girl you two were discussing?â Hal asked, leaning forward on his elbows. âYou called her Emery?â
âEmilie.â Oliver corrected. âEmilie Graham de Vanily. She was an actress and came from a pretty prominent family. I met her when I was in my twenties, she also did a stint at Checkmate, worked pretty closely with Tess while she was there.â Oliverâs eyes lowered to his hands. âShe was good, but got out after getting engaged to some up and coming designer. The two moved from America to Paris right after the wedding.âÂ
âGreat, letâs contact her. If Lena said that she was going to get in touch with her-â Oliver was quick to cut the Amazon Princess off.Â
âEmilieâs been missing, presumed dead, for years now.â He sighed.Â
âWhat about her husband?â Jâonn asked, the Martian being the only hero in the room not sitting at the table, he stood off to the side, which wasnât uncommon for meetings like these. âWould he know anything about Ms. Luthorâs whereabouts?â
âAgreste is an asshole and extremely anti-vigilante and anti-hero. He wouldnât help us. He also wouldnât help me if I asked. Guy hates my guts.â Oliver crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.Â
âAgreste?â Bruce asked, eyebrow quirking. âGabriel Agreste?â
âUhh, yeah?â Oliverâs own eyebrow raised in question. âHeâs kind of gotten big I guess, over the past few years. Some magazine started supporting him.âÂ
âHis son is modeling for Ednaâs new collection. I met him just a few days ago.â Bruceâs face shifted. âHeâs not the friendliest man.â He murmured.Â
âDo you think heâd be willing to talk to you Bruce?â Diana asked.Â
âPossibly?â Bruceâs brows nicked together. âBut heâs not stupid, heâll have questoins that Iâll need to be prepared to answer. And if he knew Lena at all well, heâll want to know why she didnât mention knowing Bruce Wayne.âÂ
âDo we know what alias Lena used?â Barry asked, the speedster sitting with his legs propped up on the table, slumped in his chair with his arms folded behind his head. âI mean, we know she was using Tess, or a name that could be shortened to it. Sheâd have to for this Rodger guyâs sake. But, to keep Lex away she probably didnât go back to using Mercer. If we could find out what last name she was using, we could do a search for Paris Marriages between some form of Tess and Roger expanding like threeâŠfour years after she went undercover.âÂ
The room went silent, making Barry sit up and look around at his fellow heroes. âOh come on guys, I could not be the only one who thought of that.âÂ
âLetâs move on.â Bruce quickly supplied. âStart the search like Barry suggested.â His holopad reappeared. âWeâll need a list of all possible first names she could have used. Amanda forwarded us all of Lenaâs known aliases, we can use those to compile a possible last name-â
A sudden buzzing noise came from the businessman's suit jacket. Bruce reached inside the breast pocket and pulled out a slim black smartphone. He stood excusing himself and walked towards the wall of glass at the end of the room, placing the device to his ear.Â
âHello?âÂ
Everyone was quiet, quick at work on their holopads, but all had their ears open, carefully listening to the manâs conversation. It was rare for him to take a Bruce Wayne call in front of them.Â
âAunt Edna-â
âYes I understand that Damian-â
âHe did what?â
Clark raised an eyebrow, pulling out his own phone and checking over it. âNo messages from Jon.â He whispered.Â
âYes Aunt Edna, I understand.â The manâs fingers where clenched over his phone. âIâll talk to him. Heâll apologize. Do you know why it happen-â
The man stopped, eyes narrowing as he listened to the woman on the other line. âWell Edna, if he said it was an accident-âÂ
âNow listen, Damian may be a lot of things but he isnât a liar!â Bruceâs voice raised, everyone in the roomâs full attention now on him. âIf he said it was an accident Edna, then he didnât mean to do it.â
âIâm well aware that heâs a trained assassin, but heâs also a sixteen year old boy who makes just as many mistakes as any other teenager.â His voice became sterner. âI agree he should apologize to the boy, but if he said it was an accident, then it was an accident.âÂ
He bid the woman goodbye before hanging up. His eyes stayed locked on his screen as he typed furiously. âDick wonât answer,â He murrmured. âJason would probably be best for this.â His voice stayed quiet as he walked back to the table and took his seat. âNo, heâs on Themyscira-â
âJason is on Themyscira?â Diana asked, the woman was seated on Bruceâs left, she leaned over the table to get closer to him.Â
âArtemis invited him for the week.â Bruceâs voice had gone back to its usual Batman monotone. âItâll have to be Tim.âÂ
âGot it!â Barry suddenly shouted, holopad in hand but body back in itâs relaxed position. With a swipe of his finger the contents of his screen were displayed on the window behind Bruce for the rest of the room to see. âSeventeen years ago, just outside of Paris, Theresa Kent, love that little jab at her brother, and Roger Raincomprix were married! Boom! Your welcome!âÂ
âTheresa Kent?â Hal questioned, eyeing the picture of the couple now on screen.
Oliver and Clark shared a look, there was no mistaking it, the woman was definitely Tess. âMan she really wasnât kidding about that guy not being her typical type.â Oliver whispered, eyeing over the photo of the man on screen.
âDo we have an address?â Clark asked, already halfway out of his seat.
âA moment good sir.â Barryâs fingers flew across his screen, super speed kicking in. But suddenly his hands fell flat. âOh my god.â He whispered.Â
âWhat?â Arthur asked. Jâonn had approached the speedsterâs seat, he loomed over the redhead. His eyes widened only slightly as he read the words still only Barry had access to.Â
âTheresa Raincomprix died of radiation induced cancer six years ago.â The Martian supplied. âSurvived by her husband, Officer Roger Raincomprix, and their ten year old daughter.âÂ
Oliverâs heart sank.Â
âRadiation induced cancer.â Clark said, falling back into his seat. His eyes glued to the table as they slowly morphed into a glare. âKryptonite induced cancer.âÂ
âSon of a bitch killed his sister.â Oliver hissed.Â
âAt least sheâs finally free from her brother.â Barry offered.Â
âYes.â Diana folded her hands in her lap. âMay she find peace in the afterlife.âÂ
âShould we be worried for the husband?â Arthur asked. âI mean, he wouldnât have any use to Luthor, right?â
âProbably not.â Hal answered. âLex prefers to keep things in the family, and this guy might have married his sister, but I mean, look at him.â He gestured to the photos still on screen. âHeâs no Luthor.âÂ
Oliver felt sick and by the look on Clarkâs face the same thoughts were racing through the Kryptonianâs mind as well. âBut the daughter is.âÂ
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Damian laid on his side, knees curled into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around himself. He was trying to focus on his breathing but his head was killing him and the small noises around him had all become so acute.Â
He just wanted to sleep at this point. Well, really he wanted to cry, but Damian didnât cry so sleeping was his next best option. However, the omnipotent force that watch over humanity and laughed at itâs suffer seemed to be targeting him. Keeping him from peace.Â
With a sigh he rolled back onto his back, glaring up at the ceiling as his phone began to buzz next to him. He didnât even look at the name flashing across his screen before answering and placing the device against his ear.
âWhat happened D?â Damian let out an annoyed groan. âYou can hang up on me if you want but I'm just going to keep calling.â
âThen I'll turn off my phone.â He snapped.
âGo right ahead, I'll just hack into it and turn it back on. And then I'll call again.â There was a pause, like the voice was waiting for some snotty remark, when none came it continued. âWhat happened?â
âDid Edna call you?âÂ
âNo daemon spawn, Bruce did.â Another pause. âHe sounded worried.âÂ
âAnd you care because?â Damianâs glare intensified.Â
âWeâve been over this Damian.â The voice softened. âWerenât we making progress like a week ago?â
âMe saving Red Robinâs ass from the Joker isnât making progress Drake, itâs me doing my damn job.â He sneered.Â
He could hear a sigh come from his brother. âJust talk to me Damian. What happened? Youâre lashing out, just like you did this afternoon, apparently.â He could hear the eye roll through the phone. âPersonally I think itâs Auntieâs fault for arming you but I got yelled at when I voiced that opinion. So please, tell me your side of the story?âÂ
 Damian took a deep breath, jaw set and eyes closed. He didnât want to talk about this. In fact, it would be great if he could just forget the whole day had even happened. He just wanted to sleep and have everything be back to his weird version of normal when he woke up.
âI fucked up.â His voice cracked as he spoke, tears pricking the corners of his eyes when they opened.Â
âOkay, why do you think that?â Timâs voice was calm as he questioned his brother.Â
âMarinette was upset. Sheâd been upset all day-â
âDid you ask her why?â His brother interrupted.Â
âI tried to,â God he needed to get his voice under control. âShe wouldnât talk to me. So I said I could go get Adrien-â
âThe kid you shot?â
âYeah, heâs cat boy, or whatever his name is.â Damianâs eyes trailed off to the side of the room. He knew the boyâs alterego, in fact Damian had been the one to put together Chat Noirâs file for the Batcomputer. But at the moment the feline themed superheroâs name left a bad taste in the former assassinâs mouth.Â
âChat Noir?âÂ
âYeah him.â Damian grumbled. âYou should have seen her, she recoiled so violently. The only logical conclusion I could come to was that Adrien was the cause of her pain.âÂ
âSo you shot him?â Tim asked, confusion lacing his voice.Â
âNO!â The word came out louder than he had intended it to. âI just-I was upset and angry and-I didnât mean-no one believes me but I didn't-I didnât mean-â
âTake a breath baby brother.â Tim whispered. âIâm not upset with you, I just want to understand what happened. So please, take a breath, and explain it to me.âÂ
âThe voices came back.âÂ
That was all Damian had to say. Tim had been the only member of his family he had told about the voices that plagued him. How his grandfather had been in his head since he was little, the way his motherâs voice had joined his once he came to Gotham. How they would whisper horrible things to him, tell him to do horrible things.Â
How hard they were to block out.Â
âOh Damian.â Tim whispered. The pity in his voice causing the younger boy to seethe with anger and a few other emotions he couldnât quite name. Something akin to sadness or betrayal.Â
âShut up!â Damian snapped. âI just-itâs hard to block them out...sometimes.â Damian sat up, pulling his knees to his chest and resting his chin atop them. âI was just so focused on not doing what they told me to that, well, everything else just faded away.â
âHow did it happen then?â Tim asked, voice cautious.Â
âEdna clapped, Iâm still not sure why.â Damian brought his free hand up to rest on his knees. âI donât know, it just, I wasnât prepared for it.â His eyes hardened into a glare as he heard a snicker from the other end of the phone.Â
âA four foot three inch tall woman got the drop on you?â Tim asked with laughter in his voice. âThat might just be the funniest shit Iâve heard all day.âÂ
âSo glad my misery amuses you.â Damian hissed.Â
âSorry D,â Tim murmed. âLook, I know things kind of suck right now, and everyone is probably really angry with you. But if you sit down and just explain to Edna and Marinette what happened, I know theyâll forgive you.â
âYes, because Auntie is known for her forgiveness.â He spit sarcastically.Â
âNo, because Auntie, for some weird reason, loves all of us seemingly unconditionally. And she would never be upset with you for something that stems from a childhood full of trauma.âÂ
Damian huffed. He hated that word. Trauma. Everyone in his family seemed so big on it too, telling him he had nothing to be ashamed of, that it was okay. Yeah, no duh it was okay. Was his childhood fun? No, not by normal people standards, but he survived it and heâs moved on. He just wanted people to quit bringing it up. And he especially wanted them to stop pushing him to use it as an excuse. He was a big boy, and he took responsibility for his actions always. Well, except for this case, but this was different. They were all treating him like a criminal, when he hadnât meant to do it. And as soon as they all understood that, then he would take responsibility for what heâd done.Â
âIâm sure Colin will tell you the same thing.â Tim added, a dull pain blooming in Damianâs chest. His eyes slowly traveled up to the wall, landing on the decorative clock mounted on the red wallpaper. It was well past two in the morning now.Â
âSure.â Damian whispered. âHowâs the conference?â He needed a subject change quick, before Tim picked up on something that Damian really didnât want to talk about.Â
âWell, it was very interesting. But Iâm not there anymore.â His brother huffed. âIâm actually on the road right now. Iâm on my way to meet up with Bart, Cassie and Jaime. Weâre going to see if we canât track down the son of a bitch who ran Trisha Bailey off the road.â He paused. âHave you been briefed on-â
âJon filled me in.âÂ
âPoor kid. Howâs he doing?âÂ
âHeâs tougher than people give him credit for. Right now he just seems to be more angry than anything else.â Damian uncurled form himself. âI sent Titus with him for the night.âÂ
He could practically hear the smile in Timâs voice. âThat was very sweet of you Damian.âÂ
âttâ The boy rolled his eyes.Â
âIâm sure he really appreciates the gesture Dams.âÂ
âWhat I know heâd appreciate is some headway with this whole ordeal.â Damian huffed. âYou said you spoke with father, did he mention anything?â
âTheyâve got a lead on Lena Luthorâs whereabouts. But he didnât give me anything concrete. He told me my main focus should be with Trisha Bailey right now.â
âThen why are you talking to me?âÂ
âDickâs at a wedding and has his phone turned off, wonderful timing for Rae and BB to tie the knot, seeing as how the world is ending and all. Jay is on Themyscira riding unicorns with Artemis or something. And we all know if any of the girls called you, you would have already hung up on them.â
âI would never hang up on Cass. How dare you insulate such a thing.â Damian slowly leaned back on one of his elbows. âBrown, of course. And I simply wouldnât have answered if Kane called.â
âWhich Bruce knew, hence why Iâm calling.â Now his brother was starting to get annoyed, his tone made it obvious. Good. Damian was much better equipped to handle an annoyed Tim then a considerate and concerned one.Â
âHe could have called me himself.â
âLeague emergency. Remember?â
Damian fell back completely against the comforter. âYouâre dealing with that emergency too. You found time to call.â
âIâm driving across the country right now and am no longer aloud to multitask behind the wheel. Not after that parade incident last Easter.â He answered begrudgingly. âIf Bruce had a spare moment he would have called himself, heâs just busy right now.â
Heâs always busy. Is what Damian wanted to say, instead he opted for a quiet, âI know.â and a quick subject change. âWhy are you driving? You could have just used the zaidatubes.â
âBruce shut them all down, all except for the direct links to the watchtower. Weâre at defcon one Damian.âÂ
âWell, Luthor did go after the first lady of the league.â The sarcasm in Damianâs voice was evident.Â
âThis is serious Damian, you donât know what Lex is capable of.â The tone his brother took wasnât lost on Damian. Itâd been a while since he heard Tim sound so intense. âBack before you and Jon were around, Lex was a really big deal. He survived Brainiac, Kryptonite induced cancer, among other things. Heâs a genius. And scary. Not to mention, we aren't even sure whose identities are still a secret to him. I think the League is right to be as cautious as they are right now.â
âYou sound like you're preparing for war.âÂ
âWe are at war Damian.â There was a pause. âItâs all hands on deck as far as I can tell.âÂ
âShould I-â
âNo.â The answer was quick and a little cutting. âLike I said, we donât know whose identities are safe right now. We know the Kents arenât safe, but we have suspicions that he might be onto the Waynes too. Youâre in the spotlight right now with everything Ednaâs doing. Itâs a good distraction. Plus, as long as Jon is by your side, heâs safe.â
Damian slowly sat back up. âWhat do you mean?â He asked.Â
âWe know Lex isnât above targeting Clarkâs family. Kara is held up with Babs, Lois is being protected by Dinah, Conner is with Megan at the wedding, and Mama Kent has been moved to Wayne Manor. Being near you and Edna Modeâs security team is the safest place for that boy right now.âÂ
Damian stayed quiet for a long moment. His first instinct, seeing how everyone here was mad at him currently, was to flee. He could be of great help on the watchtower. Give him a supercomputer and a few hours, he could probably find Lena Luthor faster than the big seven combined. But if this was the safest place for JonâŠ
âYouâll keep me updated, right?â His voice was small. âFather isnât big on keeping me well informed. Iâd like to know about any developments as soon as possible.âÂ
âOf course I will.âÂ
âThank you.â Damian pulled his knees back up to his chest. âFor calling.â He added, voice quiet. âIâll keep Jon safe.âÂ
âI know you will.â A sigh came from his brother, like he regretted that this was a responsibility Damian had to take on. âWe all know you will.âÂ
It was now official. Damian had hoped it wouldnât be as big of a deal as Jonâs anxiety seemed to be making it out to be. Lex Luthor had declared war, and up until Trisha Baileyâs car accident the League had been winning. But now, now it was any manâs game.
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So itâs been a hot minute since Iâve last updated. Sorry for that. I rewrote this part like ten times. I started out with a very clear outline but that quickly got thrown in the trash. Anyway, some plot points Iâve been thinking about for forever have finally made it into the story and Iâm very excited about them! Please let me know what you guys think of this part and let me know if you have any thoughts for what might happen in future parts! Hopefully part 14 will be out soon but I make no guarantees. As always if you have any questions about the story or AU feel free to ask, I love getting them and will happily answer any question you got (even if itâs not about this AU)! And if you want to be tagged let me know!Â
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